I’m not interested in your Wordle scores, so don’t plague me with them. This seems to be the new thing, to publish one’s scores as if this is remotely interesting to everyone else. It isn’t. I have no plans to play this tedious little game and I have no interest in how other people are doing Nor do I regard every little wrinkle as if it is news, because it isn’t.
Wordle moved from its original web address to one run by the New York Times (NYT) last weekend and some players are not happy.
Oh dear, how sad, never mind.
Those still playing the daily word game on the original website – because they downloaded it or have not refreshed their browser – are getting different words to solve from the NYT version.
Meh.
That is because the paper has removed five-letter words it deemed offensive.
Well, of course they did.
Meanwhile, fan Bill Fletcher called for calm in the Wordle community.
Oh Christ, there’s a fucking ‘community’ now.
The only thing that is news, is that some guy created an electronic version of Hangman and sold it for a tidy sum. Well done to him. Now, please, can we stop treating this trash as if it is important?
LOL! The west is lost
When I was but a lad playing Hangman, “lynx” was always a winner.
I envy the Welsh. Hangman, Scrabble and other word games must be fun.
And your personalised car registration could be something a bit rude.
“Oh err, missus”, in Welsh, look you.
When I was a lad playing hangman, one of the words that defeated me was supposed to be something in the room. It was four letters, I got the first three D, R, A pretty quickly but the last eluded me. Once I was hanged, my opponent pointed to a drawer. Don’t play hangman with people who can’t spell. š
It’s āMastermindā with words. Every single ā1001 Amazing BASIC Programsā book back in the early ’80s had Mastermind in it. Granted, you’d have to hack on a word list instead of using random letters, but anyone with two brain cells to rub together could learn to code this thing over a weekend. I’m the worst programmer in the known universe, but I’m fairly sure I could hack something together if I put my mind to it.
And the NYT paid three million bucks for it.
Its just a repeat of the Sudoku fad a few years ago. It’ll pass, and something else will take its place.
The fad’s fine. It ain’t news, though. And I’ve no interest in people’s scores, just as I’ve no interest in their dinner.