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More Words

Have I done anything worth blogging about lately? I haven’t painted. I haven’t filed my taxes. I haven’t finished any tie-dye. I started some tie-dye. I watched the weather forecast for weeks, waiting for a good day to put some Rayons into pre-soak. Our favorite customer ordered several dresses and we wanted to get started on them, but Florida is wet in the summer. It rains almost every day and it’s hard to tell, just based on a forecast, which days might be the rare ones without rain.

Day after day, I would see a forecast that called for a twenty percent chance of rain and I would decide not to put anything on the line. The rain did not materialize, or it came late in the afternoon. Finally, I decided to risk it, because Rayon is thin and doesn’t take all day to get dry. On a hot day, it can take as little as two hours. I made my lists, I gathered my Rayons into bags according to color palettes, and I brought in my five-gallon bucket so I could mix up a soda ash solution.

I carried the heavy bucket out to the clothesline and I put the first batch of Rayons into the solution. Once that batch was up on the line, I did the same with the other three bags, one at a time, until all four clotheslines were full of blanks. It was about 9:30 in the morning when I put up the last of them and I thought that would give them plenty of time to dry out before the afternoon thunderstorms could roll in.

I went into the house and sat down to get caught up on Words With Friends and Facebook. From Facebook, I always go right back to Words With Friends because solo play gives me a turn every two minutes. As I mentioned last week, it patronizes me like crazy but I love words, so I keep playing. I have still won every single game. The solo play knows all kinds of words it can’t even find a definition for, but it still loses each and every game. It gives itself all the ten-point letters and gives me mostly vowels and it still loses. It is incredibly good at losing. I was busy putting vowels together in interesting ways when I got a text from my daughter, asking me to take her to the grocery store to get some milk. It was still well before noon, so I had no qualms about leaving the blanks on the line while I took my daughter to Publix. She did her usual shotgun chore of hitting Pokestops along the way and then we caught a couple of Pidgeys in the parking lot before we went inside to get milk.

We were on our way back to my daughter’s house when I started to notice the black clouds gathering. She dropped the milk off at her house and then came back to my house because she needed to do some laundry. It was still morning, but those clouds just kept piling up. Then the sprinkling started. When we got to my house, we went out to the clotheslines and pulled the lighter-weight things that were already done. My daughter brought up a weather map on her phone and we saw a big blob of orange and yellow heading, apparently, straight for my back yard.

The blanks were not dry enough, but if we let them get seriously rained on, the soda ash would rinse out. We needed the soda ash to stay in – that was the whole point – so we quickly pulled everything off the line and brought it in the house. We plunked the bags down and started heating water for coffee, relieved that our blanks were not going through a Mother Nature rinse cycle.

Of course, the storm clouds just broke up and blew away while we were drinking our coffee but it was too late for us to put everything back up. We no longer trusted the sky.

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Words

I’m still playing Pokemon Go, but the truth is, I spend a lot more time playing Words With Friends. I am in the middle of thirty-nine games with three different people and I still have to do solo play just to keep going. I’m pretty sure my human opponents are tired of the speed with which I respond. I’m always hoping they will come right back, but they rarely do.

Solo play responds in two minutes and that still seems a bit slow. It’s artificial intelligence; it has its answer within seconds. It’s just patronizing me. I know it’s patronizing me because it plays all kinds of exotic words I’ve never heard of, but it never, ever wins.
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Perborate? Exordia? Teloi? All three of those words are underlined in red on my netbook as I’m writing this, but Words With Friends knows them. It can’t manage to win with them, but it knows them. It’s trying to build my vocabulary without injuring my ego.

I prefer real people, pulling things out of their own brains without using a nearly infinite internet dictionary. Oh, I know there are cheat programs for games like this, but I don’t use them and I prefer to believe my opponents don’t use them, either. It’s not about winning, It’s about playing with seven letters and searching my vocabulary for ways to put them together.

Since I sat down to write this blog post, two of my human opponents have actually taken their turns. Woo hoo! Now I get to have some real fun.

Waiting for Dawn

Wednesdays come and Wednesdays go, but this has not been my best Wednesday ever. It started too early, for starters. I didn’t plan to wake up at three o’clock in the morning. I didn’t want to wake up at three o’clock in the morning. I’m not sure why I woke up at three o’clock in the morning, but once I was awake, I couldn’t get back to sleep. I gave up after a half-hour in which my dark bedroom just seemed to get darker and darker.

If you have never been afraid of the dark, you will not understand how heavily the darkness weighs on a person like me. I guess everyone is afraid of something. What is it for you? Deep water? Spiders? Clowns? Whatever it is, just imagine how you feel when you see that thing and you will have some idea of what happens to me when I have to face a dark room. I know it’s not a particularly rational reaction. Please don’t tell me there’s nothing in the dark that’s not there when it’s light. Believe me, I’ve heard it. It’s a big, fat lie. My fear is there and it’s as real as that spider crawling up your arm.

I may be a bit touchy about this subject. The point is, it was dark and I needed light. I couldn’t just turn on the bedroom light. My husband didn’t need to get up until five-thirty, so I couldn’t shine a big light in his face at three-thirty. I grabbed a flashlight and headed for the bedroom door. Once I had it shut behind me, I turned on the bathroom light. Then I turned on the kitchen light. Then I turned on the living room light. I put water on to heat for coffee and I grabbed the notebook in which I write my morning pages. Any time after midnight is, technically, morning.

I wrote. It helped. I drank coffee and wrote some more. I listed the things I could do that would make me feel better, like Sweatin’ to the Oldies and accomplishing things I had been putting off. I knew I would be okay once the sun came up, so I just kept writing to keep the darkness at bay. It’s always peeking in the windows and trying to get past the weatherstripping. Not on my watch, darkness!

I finished my morning pages and then I updated all my iPad games. I squished monsters in Springfield, I picked apples in Ponyville and I hatched out a Spunge or two in My Singing Monsters. I found hidden objects in Pearl’s Peril and Mirrors of Albion. I caught up with all my friends on Facebook. That doesn’t take long at four o’clock in the morning, if one has done it the night before. I went to Words with Friends to see if any of my Friends had come up with any Words. I am currently playing nine games, but seven of them are with my daughter, who rarely takes her turn. My other friend never fails, though, so I had two games to update. I had no vowels on one and almost no consonants on the other, but that just keeps things interesting, right?

When I ran out of games to update, I decided I might as well get my word count for NaNoWriMo. My novel might have taken a dark turn at that point if my novel made any linear sense at all, but it doesn’t, so that wasn’t a problem. Two thousand words later, the sun was up and I had survived the scary darkness, one more time.
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In your face, darkness! The sun always rises.

Who in the World is Prim Fritter?

I believe I may have mentioned that I’m a tad obsessed with iPad games. I blame my older daughter. She put Magic Piano on my iPad mini while my back was turned. Now I have to check it every day to see what the new song is. Then I have to play the new song. There’s a new free song every day. How can I resist that? Of course, there are also plenty of songs that cost game currency, which one can earn by watching ads. I’ll admit it; I have watched a few ads. Okay, a lot of ads. I needed the Smoola to get more songs. One can also spend real money, but I have resisted that temptation. So far.

My daughter also introduced me to hidden object games. I have five of them now. I found a couple of them on my own. Yes, they were advertised on Magic Piano. My daughter set me up with the best one, Mirrors of Albion. She became my friend on that game and she showed me how to make other friends. I now have one hundred and fourteen friends. She has over two hundred. She is the only one of my friends I actually know personally. It doesn’t matter. We all give each other gifts. We can give fifty gifts each day. Why would you need two hundred friends if you can only give fifty gifts a day? Sometimes, your friends go to sleep. It means they haven’t played in a while. If they’re asleep, you can’t exchange gifts with them. Gift-giving is fun and it helps you move the game along without spending real money, so it’s good to have plenty of back-up friends.

Then there’s My Singing Monsters. This is an adorable game. It’s hard to explain the appeal. It has islands and it has monsters that sing and the monsters are all really cute. Each kind of monster sings a different part of each island’s song. The more different monsters you add to your island, the more complex the song becomes. My daughter has actually spent a little bit of real money on this game, but I’m still resisting. For now, anyway.

I’m a word junkie (can you tell?) so I have to play Words With Friends. My daughter and I have several games going at the moment. I can always tell when my daughter wants to send me a message on my iPad. First, she’ll take her turn on Words With Friends to get my attention. Once I take my turn, she knows I’m looking at the iPad and she sends me her message. I don’t have a smart phone, so this is as close as I get to texting.

My daughter also got me hooked on My Little Pony. An evil pony has destroyed Ponyville and we need to rebuild it. We add ponies. We add shops. We put the ponies to work in the shops and collect game currency (bits) so we can buy more ponies and shops. There are mini-games within the game and one of them involves dancing ponies. You get more points if you have other ponies dancing with you and that’s why my daughter signed me up. She had a game on her iPad under one character name and a game on her iPhone under another character name, but that only gave her one other pony to dance with, and the game will let you dance with two other ponies. She needed another pony, and now she has Releaf 60.

That’s me, in the world of ponies, except for a little while yesterday. They had an update of the pony game and added a new Leaderboards feature where you can see where you stand among all the other folks playing the game. There’s a button that says, “Find Me” and I pressed it. It highlighted a line that it seemed to think was me, except that the pony listed was named, “Prim Fritter.”

I am not Prim Fritter. I do not know anyone named Prim Fritter. Today I’m Releaf 60 again, but I’m still curious about Prim Fritter. Do I have an alter-ego? A doppelganger? Who is this Prim Fritter and why was she taking my place on the Leaderboard? It’s a pony-sounding name, so I suspect it may be a placeholder of some kind, but I don’t really want to know.

I’d rather enjoy the mystery.

Back to Painting

My regular followers might be wondering if I’m ever going to paint again. It’s my goal for this blog year to paint fifty paintings. I got a good start and kept up a fairly steady pace until the Orange incident. I didn’t think I would let that discourage me from painting, but somehow, I’ve let six weeks go by and I haven’t opened up a tube of paint.

Until tonight. I knew I had to get back on that horse and I knew today was blog day. I thought it would be nice to be able to blog about a new painting. I started looking around for something to paint. I went through all the photographs on my iPad. That would have been more helpful if there were no games on my iPad. I’ve lost count of the number of “Words With Friends” games I am playing with my daughter, but I seem to want to stare at every single one of them until I figure out how to make the perfect seven-or-eight letter word on a Triple Word space. This has only really happened once, but that doesn’t stop me from trying.

I made some good words, I worked on rebuilding Springfield on the Simpson’s game, “Tapped Out,” I hatched some cute monsters on “My Singing Monsters,” I picked up some coins on “My Little Pony,” and I found dozens of hidden objects on six or seven different games. I tried out the new song on “Magic Piano,” too. I did a lot of things, but I did not find a photograph that appealed to me as a painting reference. The only one that ever did had already led to the aforementioned Orange incident.

I gave up looking at photographs. For a while, I gave up thinking about painting and started trying to come up with something else as a subject for my weekly blog post. I ran possibilities through my mind as I was cooking supper. Then I set something on a kitchen counter and saw that my husband had harvested a few of his habanero peppers. They were small. They were cute. They were…

Orange. I picked one up anyway. I took it to my painting space (otherwise known as the dining room table) and I put it on a piece of bright turquoise cloth. I took out a tiny canvas and I painted. I didn’t prepare. I didn’t sketch. I just painted.

Hot Little Pepper

Hot Little Pepper


It’s itty bitty, but it’s a painting. It counts.