Cheating?

The other night I had a dream that I was playing Words With Friends with someone, and he was scoring hundreds of points at a time. His words were just random strings of words that went clear across the board. They contained multiple X,Z,Q combinations. They were longer than any word anyone could possibly come up with.

And it never even occurred to me that he was cheating.

Cheating because he hacked the game, cheating because he was taking advantage of some sort of break in his copy of the game? Who knows. But I didn’t even consider it an option.

In the dream, I told another Words friend about it, and he said “Are you kidding? How do you think he would be doing it? He’s cheating!” Still. It was hard for me to digest that someone would do that. I just couldn’t bring myself to believe it.

Mostly because it’s a game. What does it do for you if you win by cheating? You know you didn’t really win. Does that matter to people who cheat? I’ve always wondered.

Then I wondered what it says about me that I couldn’t admit to myself that someone was cheating even though it was obvious. Total trust. Is that because I knew he wouldn’t do anything wrong or because I was in denial?
There is really not much that is worse than learning you can’t trust someone you care about. Even if they’re just cheating at a game.

Then my friend asked if I could do the same thing. I tried and found that I could.

And I woke up just as I was trying to decide if the rules of the game were now different because the game itself was broken.

Because at that point the question was really what the rules are once there aren’t any rules any more. Are you smart to take advantage of the break in the game or is that unethical?

I was glad I woke up.

That was way too much thinking to do during a dream.

Cap’n Crunch Brunch 2015

In which I will once again state that I know all of the very best people.

The premise: buy some sugary cereal. Invite your friends over. Ply them with liquor, cereal and bacon.

I know, I know. It doesn’t sound like a party that would attract much interest. Too early in the day for drinking. Too late in the weekend. You don’t know my friends though.

My friends are committed to fun.

The first noteworthy item was a non-ironic toast to sobriety, This occurred very early in the festivities, Bloody Mary in hand, at 0957. I got home at 10:01pm. Home? Wasn’t the party at my house? Well. Things get a little complicated with my family of friends.

What happened between 0957am and 1001pm?

Everything.

We ate cereal. Ate bacon and sausage. Chatted. Laughed. Smoked. All the usual party stuff.

Rocky helped Kyle pick up an online chick.

The usual.

I think we are all anxious to know what happens with TigerPussy…

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An imaginary conversation about kissing

Are you always this responsive?

Mmm, what?

Are you always this responsive. Physically. To a kiss?

You stopped…why did you stop?

Well, I was wondering…

Less wondering. More kissing.

But…

No..

No? It’s just for me?

Yes. No. Not with everyone.
More kissing.

Happy Valentines Day!