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There Goes Tacos

randomlychad  —  March 12, 2015 — 2 Comments

So inspiration comes in a variety of forms and from many places. Today, I was playing Words with Friends with my friend, , and apparently played tiles in a spot he coveted for his own nefarious ends. Apparently, in Ricky-land, there’s a rule which states “whoever plays ‘taco(s)’ wins.” I thwarted his plans by playing the word “card.” In chat, he told me “there goes tacos!” What follows is a silly little piece inspired by this exchange.

“There goes tacos,” he said with a resigned shrug. It’s as if he’d hit the very rock bottom of what this day had to offer, and then someone went and knocked a hole in the bottom. What he wouldn’t give for a taco, and there it was–Taco Ricky’s–going up in flames.

How had it come to this?

His day began with an eviction notice. Then he had a flat tire, and was late to work (again). Then the boss, calling him into his office, said, “Sorry, Tom, you’re RIFed.” Because of where they were in the pay cycle his severance wouldn’t be available for a week. All he had was the money in his wallet (which wasn’t much).

There was enough for some beer. And Taco Ricky’s. The best tacos in all of Sandoval County. Taco Ricky’s was really just a roadside food stand, but man! No one made tacos like Ricardo “Ricky” Montalbob. Not no one, not nowhere.

Without any prospects, and nowhere to lay his head, Tom headed to White’s Blue Dragon (his favorite bar). He knew the bartender there, and hoped he could run a tab.

Tom had a few too many, and then got hungry. Arriving at Taco Ricky’s, he misjudged his speed, distance, and proximity to the taco shack. Tom crashed into it, rupturing the propane tanks which served to power the stoves inside.

Fortunately, “Ricky” himself was not inside (Tom forgot the stand closed early on Thursdays). Other than a flat tire, and some scrapes, neither Tom nor his car were hurt.

But the tacos were dead.

When the police arrived, they found Tom sitting on the curb bawling his eyes out.

“There goes tacos,” he blubbered. “What a winning day.”

The arresting officer replied, “Nobody wins when tacos die.”

You see it there, right? Right there in the title of this post–“fiend.”

Who do I mean? Who is this “fiend?”

Bryan Allain.

What do I mean?

He did this to me:

This Bryan Allain.

That’s right–I play words with this fiend!

He’s cutthroat, he’s lean…

And he’s mean!

This Bryan Allain.

Play him yourself.

You’ll see what I mean!

(search for ‘bryanallain’)

*By the by, I’m given to understand that his last name is French Canadian, so one pronounces it “Eileen.” Or so I’m told. 😉

You read that right. For some reason, Tamara (of TamaraOutloud ) picked me to guest post for her today. Being that we’ve already established how I feel about her (hint: I “hate” her), I was surprised.

No, that’s not true at all. She put out a call for guest posts this past summer, and I was fortunate to have one that was deemed worthy of posting. I can tell you this: she is a pretty ruthless editor–but I survived. 😉

So, without further ado, allow me to direct you over to TamaraOutloud so that you can read about a game of “Words With A Friend”.

Thanks for having me, Tamara!

>Words With Friendsphoto © 2010 Rex Sorgatz | more info (via: Wylio)

If you’re at all like me, you’ve played the monstrously addicting iOS
game, Words With Friends. For the uninitiated, Words with
Friends (hereinafter WwF–not to be confused with wrasslin’) is an
electronic online Scrabble-type game, which can be played with
friends, family, and frenemies far and wide.

If you’re like me, you’ve also gotten your spouse hooked on said game
(won’t boast at all about how many times I’ve beaten her–that
wouldn’t be proper). Who in turn turned you on to some “really hard
players.”

If you’re like me, and you love words like I do, you’re holding your
own against these “really hard players.” Surging ahead, even.

Except for today, when you found yourself down by forty points. You
had the letters. You had the motive, means, and opportunity.

You were sore tempted. You even arranged the tiles on the game board,
saw the letters there forming the word. You tabulated the score…

But you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t pull the trigger on “Submit,” hit
“Cancel” instead. You recalled your tiles.

Even though it would’ve tied you up, you couldn’t play the “c-word.”
Something in you rebelled, and you played the much safer “coot.”

Congratulations, my friend! You have just–like Jesus did in the
wilderness–beaten your first Word (Temptation) with Friends (or,
WTwF). You are a model of Internet citizenship.

Years from now, children will be told the tale of your character and
valor on the field of play. In fact, God in Heaven is rejoicing over
your wise choice, and will likely honor you with a victory.

Ridiculous, right?

But isn’t it the truth? Don’t we altogether too often take our games
this seriously?

What do you think? (Please prove your gallantry by not cussing me out
in the comments, ok?).

>Frankensteinphoto © 2009 Diego Torres Silvestre | more info (via: Wylio)

Perhaps you are familiar with the tale of Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus by Mary Shelley. At its heart it’s a tale of a man playing God, bringing life to lifelessness.

I didn’t do that. But I did make a monster. Have you been there? Thought what you were doing was cool? Had it turn out completely other than you expected?

Aye, there’s the rub: I’m not sure what I expected when I turned my wife onto Words With Friends, but I managed to create a word monster. Here’s a woman who had previously played no games on her iPhone now playing about fifteen at a time!

Like Victor Frankenstein, I feel responsible for her newfound addiction, but like Mr. Furious in the awesomely funny Mystery Men, am strangely impotent in combating it.

Because the truth is: I play, too.

I’m just as hooked!

Nietzsche was right: if one looks long into the Words, the Words look right back!

Is there a “Words With Friends” Anonymous I can call?

How about you? Do you play WwF? If so, what’s your screen name…

No, bad Chad! Must. Stop. Multiplying. Games.

What have you done to break your “addictions?” Or have you?