Some activities do not lend themselves to multitasking. Admittedly these exceptions are few and far between. But they do exist, as i painfully discovered the other day.
The exception I discoverd is Scrabble. Yep. Do not try playing scrabble with an online opponent when you are on the phone and trying to read your mail . Doesnt work. Not even if you are 250 points ahead.... you run out of time and your rating goes downhill very fast.
So you hang up, close all windows and try again. This time resist the impulse to alleviate the boredom of bad tiles by fingering your opponent, and on finding yourself playing a charming Irishwoman, engaging in nonsensical chat with her regarding weather and kids. I now understand what people mean by the Irish Blarney.
And send your kids out of the room. They are only in there to find out when they can get the computer. Or to peer over your shoulder within inane 6-letter suggestions when you are looking for a bingo opening.
More downhill skiing. At this rate the Giant Slalom at the next Winter Olympics would be a good option..
And if you decide to give one last shot to retrieving your sliding rating and morale, make sure your opponent is not the most neo of neophytes before you are 10 minutes into the game! Failing that, at least refrain from giving in to his charming request for another game. Neither of these wins will help you a smidgen.
Nor will going to bed at 4 a.m.
As I said at the beginning, Scrabble is definitely not for multitasking.
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You know what your problem is?
i do.
you are suffering from a rare and contagious disease - lack of craziness. you need to get in touch with your inner crazybard.
i'd started writing a short story - and you know how my short stories are, they go on and on in a never-ending mass of words. i hadn't had time to edit it, but this post somehow brings it back in a renewed form. perhaps it has nothing to do with your multi-tasker. but it's still inspired by her. so have a looksy and perhaps spank me for this overlong comment ;p
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my meera. she's not your typical saint. she sings and she dances and she gives it all. she plays scrabble too!
our conservative male chauvanist brethren would have you believe she is the epitome of womanhood for her devout, subservient, fidel and innocent nature. they praise her as a quiet saint.
bullshit.
epitome of womanhood alright, but they've got the reasons all wrong.
she's sexy - lured a king, no less.
subservient??? she defied him too!
fidel, HAH. did she not marry a rana when she was already married to her truest love?
her strength is what makes her the epitome of womanhood.
she is all woman. she is hope. she is beautiful. and she despairs. she cries. she is vulnerable. yet her eyes of flashing embers will SMITE YOU DOWN if you dare to mess with her.
my meera throws caution to the wind and is the best meera there is. how can i not love my meera?
my meera is a crazy bard.
:) the insanity strikes again. Great post and greater article. the madartist, should perhaps, be the mad writer? Take my place? She has weilded her pen, and come out right at the top. Kudos!
Ok, people, she's met me at my game, and now it's my turn. where's my brush? who whacked it? eh? eh? :)
Oh and it's chauvinist.
beautifully written... may be you shud try yr hand at copywriting too.. pb beware u have stiff competition coming up...
crazybard.. i am in awe of yr meera..
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