My lovely wife..
.. would be one HELL of a drug dealer. She has this amazing ability to find utterly addictive things on the net and then innocently (ha!) let me see her playing them.
The latest obscenity is a game called Bejeweled. Curse her, I'm snared again.
The latest obscenity is a game called Bejeweled. Curse her, I'm snared again.
Oh thank god!!!
One of my more classic cases of inadequate-sleep thinking came last night, in fact, as I sat playing Bejeweled rather than going to bed, despite being utterly exhausted. "You know," thought I to myself, "you could probably rig up a neat algorithm to find the best moves for you."
Yes, that's right. I'm imagining tools to play games for me. Now that is the next frontier of laziness!