Friday December 03, 2004 
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Holes in the Water
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Non Sequitur
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Sun
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The Orthodox Church
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What's in the CD player?
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What's in the DVD player?
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What's on the bookshelf?
Friday December 03, 2004 Okay, so I've been playing a lot of Snood lately. I have it on the Mac, on the PC, and on my Palm Pilot. I had it on the old cell phone, but it's not (yet) available on the new one. (Come on, guys -- a Java port should be a no brainer!) The cool thing about Snood, the sweet spot it hits, is that it's challenging enough to be interesting -- and dead simple enough to require no learning curve whatsoever, at least if you're happy to play badly at the junior levels of the game. As I am. Contrast this with some of the other video/computer/phone games out there that only teenage synapses can digest. But I digress. So I've been playing so much Snood lately, I decided I needed to set limits for myself. I'd been playing at the "Medium" level, and would only win (clear the board) about 20% of the time, losing 80% of the time. You see that all this Snood playing has not degraded my mathematical skills. So I figured it would be reasonable to play until I'd lost three rounds. That means that I'd play about three or four rounds, and after the third defeat, I'd have to go do something else. And then it happened. Once it mattered whether I won or lost -- once I had some skin in the game, however little and virtual -- I started winning. I went from winning 20% of the time to winning about 80% of the time, turning the earlier rate inside out. This trend became so pronounced that I had to change my rule, and now I only play until I lose once. And I can still go three or four rounds at a time. What does that tell me about me? What sort of coin-operated, mouse in a maze, hamster on a treadmill, bang the bar and get a cookie kind of guy am I? For the first time, a winning career in sales feels within my grasp. (2004-12-03 15:00:31.0) Permalink
Not a bad flick, but nothing to spend a lot of pixels on either. Kind of like Dances with Wolves, except instead of the accidental Civil War hero falling for the Sioux, he falls for the Sushi. Pass the wasabe, Kemo Sabe... (2004-12-03 14:40:03.0) Permalink Check the archives for entries dating back to the dawn of recorded history (June 14, 2004). |
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