I am already getting the feeling that the next four days are going to produce uninspired posts as I wrack my brain leading up to the annual Friday Top Ten of Halloween costumes. I’ll try to be captivating and informative. Hopefully you’ll bear with me as I struggle to be funny.
So, what did I do last night, you ask? After staring into my empty refrigerator for an uncomfortably long time, I decided to forgo eating. What’s one more night without dinner? Instead, I watched the Red Sox game and then Adult Swim. Between innings I worked through the Sudoku book I purchased during the heat wave last month, when I was spending all my time cooling off inside various Borders bookstores. I guess in hindsight my night was pretty pathetic, but then this morning I found this article about the first national championship of Sudoku, which was recently held in Philadelphia. More than 800 people showed up to participate. All of them virgins!
A twenty-seven year old who studies bioengineering at Stanford (of course) took home the title and $10,000. Thomas Synder admits his secrets include “note-taking that’s designed for speed.” He also claims he’s been into “competitive puzzling” for the last 2 1/2 years. Oh yeah? I’ve been “puzzling” people my entire life by frequently speaking out of turn and acting aloof! Maybe I should start training a little harder. I have no doubt I could live of $10K for more than a year. Sure, winning the championship would mean I’d be perceived as an even bigger nerd than I already am, and I’d continue to repel the opposite sex…but at least I’d have money.
Oh man, this article is so depressing. Quotes from a 46-year-old nurse and a 49-year-old kindergarten teacher. These people would be my peers. They probably all own cats. I’ll bet the National Soduko Championship is held in conjunction with the National Anti-Social Convention, because nobody would show up to a convention that was specifically designed for anti-social people.
Now I want to find and “Wordplay,” the documentary about the New York Times crossword puzzle. Alas, real work beckons…
– Hey, check out Plastic Impossible if you have a moment. Its founder Omar is a uninspired recent college graduate who is obsessed with playing music. Sounds familiar, right? He wrote some overly-kind words about my little website, so you know he’s a cool guy with a discerning eye for genius. I’m expecting good things from his new blogging endeavor.
