from banging my noggin against the Free Rice game. It’s one hundred levels of vocab-testing madness! And for a good cause.
Actually, I don’t know how many levels there are. I’ve never made it past 49 (which still makes me pretty smart and handsome if you ask me) and it gets damn punishing. I hope the skinny bastards know what I’m going through here just so they can have their leisurely brunch in the sun.
In other news I remain superlatively tired, having never gotten around to a proper night’s sleep since Batman Weekend. Or long before, for that matter. Still: no time. There’s celebratory Antics to hit tonight, podcasting tomorrow and whatever’s going on on Friday on Friday. I shall trust in jaegerbombs and ProPlus to get me through.
YaY jaegerbombs
good plan.
am cursing you for sending me that link. and for scoring 49 when i got all of 43 before i wanted to batter the shite out of it.
that game is addictive.
“whatever’s going on on Friday on Friday.” – poor tired Colm
Just to spite you – I made it as far as 50 (multiple efforts) then got stumped by ‘thimblerig’ – bah! (Apparently it’s a shell game)
damn you, Maybury.
Yaygerbombs if you will. No, that’s rubbish.
Johnny, I assume something’s going on. And while I would like to sleep it’s kind of out of my hands. Party’s a party, yo.
Damn you, Maybury.
Rosie: yes.
Also I should say: I love this game because it has posited the existence of a lickerish terpsichorean. Such a creature I would be only too happy to osculate.
51. Screw you Maybury.
Damn. Set out to try again but fell at the cusp of 48.
Damn. Damn.