Bespelled

Tim and I have discovered a new online game--Bespelled. Tim started playing it innocently enough--it's like online scrabble, in a way. Letters on tiles come down on the screen, and the player needs to click on letters that are adjacent to form words. After those letters are used up, more letters come on the screen to take their place. Occasionally a red letter will come up that will threaten to end the game, if that letter makes it to the bottom of the screen without being used.

Tim advanced from level to level. He was an editor, then editor in chief, then publisher, then wordmaster. Every level he thought would be his last. Late last night, I was helping him, hoping to finish the game and get to bed. He was at level 19, and I'm sure 20 would have been the end. The kids were still up--Mark was on another computer, and Christina was blowdrying her hair and doing wash. Suddenly, the computer screen went blank and the light went out.

"I blew a fuse," Christina lamented, sporting still damp locks. The fuse had blown from the hair dryer, and the lights were off in the laundry room. We managed to grope our way downstairs and flipped the circuit. Tim and I raced back to the computer, but alas, the game was lost. Perhaps the power outage was a sign to stop playing and get to bed.

From now on I'll save my word knowledge for blogging, and do it when Christina isn't home.

Till next time,


Suzi