Bogglific Backtalk

Mishap #5

Every mom, single or otherwise, needs an outlet. Dads have what... golf, ESPN, WingHouse?? Of course, every dad is different, just like every mom. Some women shop. Some women get their toes done. Me, I play Bogglific on Facebook. Or at least I did... until last week.

Until Hasbro chose to put the squeeze on the one frivolous thing in my life that has brought me so much happiness. For word nerds the world over, online Bogglific -- based on the Boggle game -- wasn't just a game. It was a full-on escape from our cares, our responsibilities, our jobs, in some cases... (I almost always played at night, for the record, in case my boss is reading this). :D

It was a little portal of pleasure through which we slipped, temporarily transformed into word superheros. We trained and honed our skill at visualizing words backward, diagonally, and in ever more twisted configurations. We stockpiled our ammo of small but obscure words -- like sei, hast, ort -- and we marveled at all of the places our fellow Bogglers came from -- Canada, the U.S., Singapore, Ireland, Australia, the Maldives. We raced each other against the clock.

But then the clock ran out on us when Hasbro decided the online version was too much like its physical counterpart. Granted, I do think intellectual property should be protected to a point. Money does stimulate creative thought. But so do open source emporiums like Facebook. And imitation is the sincerest form of flattery (and PR).

Most of us Bogglers simply hope that 1. Hasbro will work out some sort of deal with the creator of Bogglific, Roger Nesbitt, or 2. Roger will alter the application enough to satisfy Hasbro.

But don't just take it from me that Boggliphiles are passionate... Here are comments from just a few of the MORE THAN 2,000 MEMBERS of the Bogglific Petition for Hasbro.

Todd (Minneapolis, MN) wrote

Hasbro, if you take this from me, you are no longer my HasBRO, you are my HasENEMY! Don't ruin my fun.

Stone Hedge (India) wrote

HASBRO!!!!
I was introduced to this mind blowing game of Bogglific here on Facebook. In my entire 32 yrs of existence, this is the best game I have come across. Please keep this on so as to provide exposure to as many new people as can be. This will eventually help you in the long run, morally as well as economically!!

Katie (Michigan) wrote

My dear Bogglific,

I will miss you very much. I will always remember the good times we had together. The late night trysts. The hours of homework procrastination.

Thank you for all you have given me, especially my oddly huge vocabulary of three-letter words.

Love, Katie

Jan Brick (Boston, MA) wrote

Dear Hasbro,
I've become absolutely addicted to Boggle by playing Bogglific. I've gotten other people hooked too. I've bought Boggle games as gifts. It's the best game ever invented! With Bogglific I can play Boggle with my kids on the opposite Coast. It's a huge loss to so many people! Please reconsider.

Sarah Small (Knoxville, TN) wrote

Like many people, we bought the actual Boggle board game for Christmas BECAUSE we love playing on Facebook so much. Please don't take it away!

Adam (London) wrote

The mind boggles at Hasbro's stupidity

Lisa Dawson (Ann Arbor, MI) wrote
Without Bogglific, how shall I waste my time? At least this keeps me off the street and away from crack. Thanks Hasbro, guess I will have to be an addict on something else.

Joe Persico (Saint John, NB) wrote

Petition signed by Joe Persico, of Moncton NB, Canada. The 860th best player on bogglific.

Boggle is the only thing Im good at, and without, I pretty much suck. Hasbro, if I could personify you I would punch you in your corporate face.

Good day Sir

That pretty much says it all...

Valuable Lesson Learned: If you toy with word game addicts, be prepared for a slew of three and four-letter critical words.

Boggle cube graphic by Ken Sim, posted to Bogglific Petition for Hasbro.

Why a Big Purse Can Cramp Your Style...

Mishap #4

Okay, men. This may not be very interesting to you because I'm going to write about purses. That's right. Those mysterious items that women carry around that men are afraid to touch, to carry, to reach into... YIKES!! WHAT WAS THAT?!! THERE'S SOMETHING SLIMY IN THERE!!

Then again, reading about a woman's purse habits could be fascinating to you, the way Jane Goodall might feel watching the gathering habits of the Silverback Gorilla... Or, you could be one of those European types that carries a "man purse." (To each his own, I say.)

Anyway, for those of us single moms, harried moms, or just plain disorganized women (or men) the world over, here's my advice to keep at least one part of your life a tad more sane: DO NOT CARRY A LARGE PURSE.

"WHAT?" you say. "If you are busy and have lots of things to do, wouldn't it be the reverse? Shouldn't it be the BIGGER, the BETTER?!!" (Some of the men are getting interested again). When it comes to purses, bigger is NOT better for the perpetually scatterbrained.

Why Your Big Purse is a Big Disaster

Unless you are Mary Poppins ("practically perfect in every way") and can extract bedroom furniture from your carpet bag with ease, your BIG PURSE has probably become a BIG BLACK HOLE for all things unholy and forgotten.

(If you ARE like Mary Poppins, you shouldn't be reading this, you should be doing something helpful like teaching children how to talk to penguins.)

First Step: Take an Iventory of Your Portable Black Hole


WHAT is in your big purse?? Look inside it now, and be honest.

My mother is a die-hard large purse carrier, and I would bet money that in her purse right now there are: candy wrappers, mints, used tissues, a ridiculous number of lipstick tubes, multiple coupons and offers, half of her makeup collection, some cheese crackers, an entire manicure kit, a brush, a mini pad, maybe five writing pens, some eye glasses, slips of paper with random phone numbers, and four hair implements (a couple of scrunchies and a large clip).

But the apple does not far far from the tree, as the saying goes. Before I reformed myself and bought a cute and efficient small bag, things could get quite dangerous in my large purse. There were: barretts, forgotten lipstick tubes, pens and pencils, cub scout badges, loose change, nail polish, CDs, feminine products, children's toys, two checkbooks, bills, sewing needles (OUCH), and some camping items (a compass, a thermometer).

Gerta Has Better Things to do Than to Repair Your Purse

It was a lined leather purse, and the satin lining had ripped (along with one of the inside pockets), due to the presence of sharp objects (pens, needles, the cuticle tool). Things would slip between the lining and the leather, and make it more difficult for me to retrieve them. I once took it to Gerta, our town seamstress, and she sewed half of the purse and missed the lining on the other side. To be fair, she was doing me a favor at the last minute and really just wanted to hop on her motorcycle and begin her half day of freedom.

The point being: With a smallish purse, I now KNOW what is in there!! There is a finite amount of space in a small purse, and you have to clean it out frequently. There is no hiding items in a small purse. They can be flushed out and dealt with. You must pick and choose what you put in your small purse. No throwing in your lunch at the last minute, no toting around a magazine that you may or may not read.

Valuable Lesson Learned: When it comes to purses, bigger is NOT better for the perpetually scatterbrained. In a smallish purse, your electric bill and slips of notes keep popping up like bad pennies. You will be forced to deal with your issues. Reform yourself, and go get a smaller purse. You will feel together and sophisticated, and you won't have your electricity cut off.

Purse pictured above by Rosie Ro. Too big for me, but cute.

Co-Kid First Dates: JUST SAY NO.

Mishap #3

After recently getting dumped by my long-distance military boyfriend, I decided to venture back into the online dating jungle. For the uninitiated, this is a process of weeding through bios and interesting photos. Some people are wearing dark sunglasses. Some are smiling, their arms wrapped around what could be a former girlfriend/spouse (cropped out). Some show the guy standing is his hallway, shirtless.

Now I certainly have my quirks. But successful pairing is a matter of matching someone whose quirks complement your quirks. Or so I believe.

Then again, I'm single.

I've gone on several dates now, and none with people deliberately posed shirtless (on the beach is a different thing entirely). But I have encountered a few mishaps... haven't we all? On my very first date, for instance, my date suggested (despite my subtle discouragement) that we do a co-kid date.

Flashback

I once went on a date (first and last) to Chuck E. Cheese. This is not recommended for so many reasons. On that date, the man's 3-year-old daughter wanted him all to herself, so he placated her by sitting with her at a different table from ours. Then he kept saying things like, "Isn't she so cute?" But I digress.

Ho Ho Ho... ouch!!

On this date, the man suggested we go to a park. Not a bad idea really... in theory... It probably could have been a little more romantic if the annual town Christmas parade wasn't taking place right there at the time. Neither of us knew this, and the place was packed with children, volunteers handing out hot dogs and cookies, and orchestra members warming up. Not to mention the fire truck with Santa rolling down the street.

After my date arrived (having gotten caught in the traffic jam through town), we did have a little time to talk on a bench (the other lady made room for us). Not 20 min. into our slightly disjointed conversation ("Don't climb up the slide!!"), his six-year-old son ("Stay where I can see you!") fell and hurt his lip pretty badly. It bled... it swelled. He cried.

A very nice lady found us some ice. He sat on Dad's lap. And then he stayed there, poor little guy, for the rest of the time. I don't blame him. He probably needed some Ibuprofen. He needed his dad. We tried to talk, but it was clear his son was miserable and wanted to go home.

We did meet one more time, without kids, but then we ended up talking about exes... also a road fraught with mishaps and hazards. We both knew, I think, that the mojo just wasn't there. We parted, a little defeated maybe, but also hopeful that there was someone out there who might match up with our quirks... and leave their kids with a babysitter next time.

Valuable Lesson Learned: First dates are for grownups. Also: "Chuck E. Cheese" and "date" should never be uttered in a sentence together.

Happy New Year! Fire off the Incense...

Mishap #2

I forget that my neighbors like to explode things on New Year's Eve. But we do too, so that works out fine. I tend to think of the Fourth of July as the only time it's really socially acceptable to light deafening, shrieking, tiny explosives in the street. No one comes to the window; no one calls the police.

This year I forgot again, and we were staying at home (one does that with a 7-year-old and a 9-year-old and when one is single). So I was unprepared, without ammo. But my boys, ever resourceful, checked the pantry and spied a box of sparklers and a brown paper bag with a few leftover fireworks and even more sparklers.

That night, we joined forces with our generous, firework-loving neighbors across the street. We lit our small leftover poppers and gladly accepted the little bags of snaps the neighbors gave us. The boys ran around happily, throwing them at each other's shoes.

"Let's get our sparklers!" they said. My neighbor had already commented on the ones in the bag. They looked strange. They were all wood, but with treated ends, like sparklers. Ever the practical type, she queried, "Why are they made of wood? Wouldn't that burn? I've never seen any like that."

We tried to light them. They didn't seem to catch. "They must be duds," I said. "Let me see that," she said. She sniffed. Her husband sniffed. "These are incense!!" she concluded. We laughed. We wondered why they were in the bag with poppers and a few metal sparklers. We still have no idea....

The kids gladly accepted the colorful sparklers our neighbor gave us, and we enjoyed the subtle hint of incense mixed with the acrid smell of smoke bombs. The margaritas helped too.

Valuable Lesson Learned: The mind has a tendency to group things together when they seem alike, but it's important to note the differences. Also: Brown paper bags in our pantry can contain all sorts of weird combinations of things.