The answers to my last post:
1. B
2. E
3. J
4. A
5. F
6. C
7. G
8. H
9. I
10. D
Now onto my real post. I have come to the conclusion that I am addicted. I have accepted this and I hear there about 12 steps I need to go through to get rid of my addiction. But I'm not sure that I'm quite ready to give up the beautiful game called spider solitair.
It started out as just an innocent little game that I liked to play occasionally. But as time passed I found myself trying to hide my obsession with the game. I would wait till my roommates were gone and then sneak onto their computers to play the game. I didn't have my own computer at this point in my sad, sad life. When my roommates would come home I would quickly exit out of the game and run to my room to pretend that I wasn't doing anything, especially in their room.
When I got my own computer the addiction only became worse. I stayed up late into the night just so could win another game. I would tell myself that I'd only play till I won a game. hahahaa! What a lie! When I would win I just started another game and told myself the same lie. I was lost in a swirling abyss that is spider solitair.
I have lately come to the realization that I do have an addiction. I admit it. Now I just limit myself to 3 hours a day of spider solitair instead of the regular 6. The only problem now is that as I limit my hours of actual playing I now make up for the lost time by thinking about it. Maybe one day when I can afford professional help I will be able to slowly, but surely rid myself of this needed craving; using medication if necessary.
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I'm so relieved. I have had issues lately with a certain teenager who is addicted to playing used games on an old Nintendo he just picked up for $30. If I let him (and I sometimes have to be pretty clever to prevent this) he would play 24/7. I was starting to worry he needed psychological help. But your blog made me remember when I was at BYU and we could easily stay up and play NERTS till 3 or 4 in the morning without even noticing the time passing. Maybe this addictive behavior is completely normal. Maybe my offspring will turn out half as great as Becky. Maybe there is hope for the universe after all...
Oh man, I have the exact same problem, except for me it's hearts. Once I figured out how to shoot the moon about 70% of the time, I couldn't get off of it. I even dreamed about hearts for a little bit. It was minesweeper before that, I think.
I say embrace those addictions because someday when you're old and decrepit, it'll be the only thing you'll be able to do.
Bud, you've got a point. I will embrace the addiction. Isn't your real job some stupid survey calling thing?
haha, I actually made that comment during my break at the stupid survey job.
I thought you shot sulky supermodels through a camera lens. Or is that just your dream job?
I want you to know I always take the time to politely answer those surveys...especially if they want my point of view regarding politics, but even if they want my opinion about something I know nothing about...like air conditioning units. After spending 16 years with people who will do almost anything to avoid hearing what I think about various subjects, it's kind of refreshing to have someone actually solicit a piece of my mind. Even if someone has to pay them to ask...
hey, that's a good way to think about phone surveys. I just always feel bad for the poor bloke with the lousy job, and I think, hey, I'm not doing anything, I might as well answer some questions. But my favorite is when a telemarketer calls and my 4 kids are screaming and fighting in my echoey kitchen. Call any grumpy ladies like me lately? I kind of enjoy sounding crabby on those occasions, and hope the audible chaos will make the telemarketer less persistant in his sale.
I was addicted to minesweeper for a time, too. Now it's superball DX. Once I start, don't bug me for a couple hours, dang it.
I was one of those people that called to try and get surveys. I mostly called businesses though. I always felt kind of bad because I had to bug people at work. I worked there for 4 hours a day five days a week. By the end I wanted to kill myself. During my last week I talked to this crazy old senile lady from Boston. She didn't even qualify for the survey, but I just kept talking to her for about 35 minutes. I don't think she got a lot of visitors, so I think I sort of made her day.
It's Freecell for me, baby. I used to be so addicted to it that I had a chart listing each game number (starting with 1). I'd mark of the number as I won the game. Eventually, I did get tired of it. Now I only occasionally binge on Freecell because my new love is blogging. I'm doomed... Oh--and thanks for the comment on my cereal blog. As you requested, there is a new post as of 10 minutes ago. Hope you like it.
compulsive writer: Phil used to play NERTS all the time with his friends! (That was before we met.) He taught me how once, but I can't remember now. We should get together and have a tourny or something.
Sounds fun Julie, but I have to admit something first. NERTS was only part of the addiction. The real attraction was a whole apartment full of hot guys from Vegas, who hosted our late-night competitions.
Becky, that's the missing element in this computer generation. Hot guys from Vegas. You're missing out honey.
I think Dalene is right. I don't suppose you could get a hot vegas computer fixing guy to stop in, could you? Becky: "I just can't get my computer to work...Oh! you have to plug it in? How about that. Well, while you're here, would you like to stay for a game of NERTS?"
Wait a minute, that was you!?!
doh!
It's not considered an addiction until you have kids that are still wearing the same clothes for three days, they've eaten all the hot dogs, mac-n-cheese, and peanut butter in the house, while you are marathon gaming. That's when it becomes an addiction.
becca, My last class ends at 4pm. Is that okay? I also have to bring home my ski equipment, will there be room in the car for that? Thanks so much!
wooo! beks is coming! Stop in and say hi if you have a minute.
4:30 sounds great. Do you know where Kensington apt. are? If not, they're across the street from the girls dorms and on the same road as the hinckley building. It's a big brick building and I'm in apt. #104.
Hey becks--it was good to see you over the weekend! I know it's fun to be away at school, but just remember: There is no place like home!
Hi, I found your blog by searching "Nerts" on Google. I also love to play Nerts! Some friends of mine and I are trying to form a Network of Nertz players on the web. If you would like to join other Nerts players in the effort to keep Nertz alive check out http://www.playnertz.com/
Also, if you could let your friends and family know about playnertz.com we would appreciate it. Thanks for your time!
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