Time For My Annual Addiction

Christmas Tiles.

B found these online about eight years ago and got me hooked ono them. When it gets to be Thanksgiving time in the US, I start playing Christmas Tiles.

Back when B first found this game he didn't wear glasses but he needed to. He couldn't really see the tiles clearly so he made up his own names for the pictures on the tiles. The mittens became the upside down heart. The blue gift became the blue diamond. The snowman became the light bulb. The string of lights became the chunky necklace. The elf wasn't just an elf but became instead the evil elf. The sled was renamed the ladder and the ice skate became a semi-automatic pistol. Because, presumably, nothing says "Merry Christmas!" quite like a semi-automatic pistol. My favorite picture interpretation? The fireplace with the stockings hanging became the wrinkly faced old woman looking out of a window. You have to love that sort of imagination.

I predict two things if you play Christmas Tiles. You'll become addicted to the game and will call me the devil for getting you turned on to it. And you'll adopt B's names for the tiles.

Not the Norm

Unlike most weekends where I spend my free time knitting - a pursuit stereotypically belonging to cookie baking, gray haired grandmothers - I spent my time playing Sacred - a pursuit stereotypically belonging to fifteen year old boys living with their moms, subsisting on diets of Doritos, pizza and Coke and who dream of one day getting laid or 30 year old men living with their moms, subsisting on diets of Doritos, pizza and Diet Coke and who have given up their dream of ever getting laid.

Dude, I made 100 levels and my vampire is so ass kicking! I was smoking those poison trolls and the Shaddar'Rim! And my armor set is awesome!!

I opted to forgo the Doritos and pizza and went instead with kiwi and bananas. I ain't chancing getting too close to the stereotype.