I wanted to write this yesterday, when the death itself occurred, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. The grief was too strong. I arrived at work to an email from a friend, with the simple subject line “AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH.” At first, there was the denial. This can’t really be happening. I couldn’t believe it, despite the evidence. I tried and tried, but the death reports were true. Then came the anger. Anger! And I knew I wasn’t alone. Many of us were angry. Then, of course, the bargaining. Just one more day, please, pretty please, just let me make it through the week! The depression quickly followed. That’s why I couldn’t write about this yesterday. I couldn’t see the screen through the tears. Finally, the acceptance. I wasn’t at peace with the world, but I finally realized there was nothing I could do, and just had to accept it. So I gave up on Scrabulous and added the Scrabble Beta application to Facebook.
It doesn’t work well. In fact, it doesn’t even work. It teased me by letting me start a game, but then went down. I suspect Hasbro created this dysfunctional app so they could argue that Scrabulous was competing with them on Facebook. So they put up this flashy junk that doesn’t work. As of this writing, they have an error message. They’ll be up again, someday! They claim they’re working on streamlining their crappy app for their “official release” in mid-August. Sure.
The most painful part of the message is the final part: “Please continue to let us know how we can make Scrabble – the best word game on Facebook – even better!
– The Scrabble Team”
What suggestions could we have, when we know that Scrabulous was the best word game on Facebook? Are we really to trust the “Scrabble Team,” the team that helped destroy the object of our affection that helped give us pleasure during so many lonely hours? I don’t think so.
But there’s nothing I can do about that, either. I must learn acceptance. I won’t get to finish those games I was playing, the only consolation being that I was losing two of them. My best bingo (SPeLLING for 158 points) will no longer be on record. That’s just the way it is, I guess. Sometimes the good die young.
Goodbye, old friend.