Faceless, Nameless, Useless
As part of our daily regimen to ward off dementia, we have taken up the game QuizUp. This app features hundreds of categories and is played in a head-to-head format. All questions have multiple choices, so the element of luck still is in play. Players progress through levels and are awarded little iconic badges for certain achievements and get to compare their scores with everyone in the world. Each match has a winner and a loser, unless of course there is a tie, in which case points are equally divided. But enough of this divagation.
On Saturday morning we were randomly pitted against a player named BoatGuy, who lives in Maine. We were victorious in our first match of word definitions and quickly asked the system to find another opponent. As bad luck would have it, we were pitted against BoatGuy once again. Upon defeating BG a second time, we received the following message from him:
BoatGuy is free to express himself as he chooses and to do so in the anonymous cowardice of the Internet. We don’t know if old BoatGuy is a poor loser or one of those fellows who believes that insult is the sincerest form of flattery. It matters not. The Boatster is obviously of the school of thought that teaches that if you can say something, you must say it.
To set the record straight, those who know us would be more likely to compare us to an enema bag rather than a douche bag. We also prefer our donkey balls clean-shaven and moisture free.
At least he called us sir.
Postscript: We have since given up QuizUp, as our competitive spirit does not include enabling the anonymuncules.
