Bud found a piece of paper covered with words on the coffee table this morning. “What’s this?” he asked.
“Word Battle?” Mary guessed.
Yes, Word Battle.
am addicted to play a game called Word Battle. Here’s what I like about it:
- It’s fast. A game is completed in less than 5 minutes.
- It’s challenging. You can have anywhere from 9 – 13 letters with which to make a word.
- It’s a community.
A fellow player posted this picture this morning.
She captioned it: For all my WB friends.
She lives in England — and there are quite a few British players.
But the circle of players is the circumference of the earth.
The best players seem to be from the Philippines and India. I asked another player once why that was.
He said, “Because we learn our native language before English. But because we actually ‘learn’ English, we spell and write better than the native speakers!”
The more I play, the more I feel like I “know” the other players — well, as best anyone can know someone they will never meet in person and only chat with in short spurts while waiting for games or during games.
I know that one player is the process of publishing a book, another is applying to Brown, and another is confined to a wheelchair and has a therapy dog.
One player’s daughter died recently, at the age of 30. I watched the word spread through the other players. I think I was not alone in whispering a prayer for her in her grief.
We discuss the virtues of coffee and tea, as well as rum, vodka, and other drinks. The political discussions can get hairy — but I know far more world politics than I would have known otherwise.
In fact, that’s some of what was on the paper — Hindi phrases and politicians’ names.
Yes, sometimes they chat in Hindi — and it irks me not to know what’s being said. So I write it down and look it up.
I wrote “Feku” down the other day, thinking it was a who, but when I asked another player, she laughed.
“It’s Indian slang,” she said.
Then I worried that it was inappropriate, and asked her that.
“No, it’s a politician who lies,” she responded.
Ha — so that’s a worldwide problem.
The other day, all the players played the word COGIES while I came up with some insignificant, less point word. I’ve seen COGIES played, but it’s not a word I ever use, so I don’t usually think of it.
“What’s a cogie?” I asked.
“I don’t know, but I’ve seen it played lots of times,” one player responded.
“Never ask a woman her age, or a Scrabble player the meaning of a word,” another answered.
For the record, a cogie is a small bowl.
A pandit and a pundit are essentially the same thing.
Ecce is directly from the Latin — means, “Behold.”
And, in this crazy world, where virtual and real mix together in a jumble of letters, Word Battle can mean friends.
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You’re so open to things. 🙂 I have often thought that the www is something the devil uses to his advantage, but I’ve far more often thought God planned it. What else would ever have brought His earth’s inhabitants right into the same “room” no matter how far away from each other we might be? It is certainly a little taste of that state where we are no longer male or female, slave or free, old or young. We are we, together. 🙂 And by the way, I am astounded when those in other lands learn English — it is an incredibly hard language to navigate! Anyway, enjoy. 🙂
Learning a second language at a young age helps. Most research studies have shown that children who start early – as early as 3 – are better at it. Doing it later makes it very difficult. That is perhaps also why the British, although they have all mostly learned French as a second language in schools, are not very good at French. They start late!
Admittedly I have not heard of the game before.
I love word games, though I haven’t been playing games of any kind on the computer for a long time now. But when I did I couldn’t bring myself to play with an online group of any kind, choosing to play off line by myself. You have me wondering why that is…
I played Scrabble online quite obsessively for a period ((quite along one if I’m honest). You post eloquently reminds me that I miss those people sorely. They are you see, those uninitiated in the black arts of online word games, definitely people and they become friends.
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