"Ayuh."
But don't worry, Congenial Readers, I plan on keeping the fare rather light for 2 reasons:
-I'm getting sicker by the minute today. Fragging sinuses.
-I have experienced a level of frustration this morning that can only warrant me ranting about it on my blog for a few minutes. It's only helpful that it happens to be Tuesday, the designated slot for my more passionate diatribes.
Sudoku: How When paired with Pokemon and Delicious Teriyaki Food, the Trifecta of Japanese World Domination is Complete
Oh sure, these little number puzzles look innocuous enough. And perhaps you're even feeling drawn to copying and pasting this little diddy onto your own computer so you can print it out and enjoy."It's only one," you reason with yourself. Then suddenly you are wandering the aisles of your local Barnes & Noble, Target, or Walgreen's looking for an entire book of them. And then you realize that your house isn't clean, there is moss growing on your teeth, a family of racoons is living in your hair, and that you haven't paid your bills in two months as evidenced by your grimy hands clutching the Sudoku book as you fill in yet another puzzle- in complete DARKNESS.
I was introduced to this game by my lovely father-in-law who was at the time recovering from heart surgery. As he tells it, by the time he left the hospital, pretty much all of the doctors and nurses in his unit were hooked. When I first attempted one of these puzzles, I was completely lost. I've never been much good at brain teasers or things requiring a whole lot of strategy. I enjoy strategy, but that part of my brain remains flabby. Involve numbers in these endeavors, and my IQ drops from a respectable 136 to uhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... nummmbers....
So imagine my surprise when I actually found that I was sorta kinda enjoying these mini-apocalyptic-brain-traps! I left my in-law's house that day, however, satisfied that I'd had my fill of the latest Japanese sensation. It was only a few weeks later when I discovered that this "harmless little game" had become a massively popular phenomenon. Entire sections of the bookstore were devoted to it. There were boardgames, online tutorials, messageboards. It was basically EVERYWHERE, and because I am the kind of person who at least attempts to avoid following the herd in the beginning (the iPod didn't suck me in until about three or four years after its initial release), I was successful in avoiding it.
Then I took a harmless little trip to Target to buy a muffin tin and a makeup mirror, and what do I see in the checkout lane but a row of Martial Arts Sudoku books, each difficulty level represented by a colored belt. Before I could even begin to talk myself out of it, I grabbed White Belt Sudoku and tossed it on top of my other purchases. I rationalized I would keep it in my book bag and only pull it out when there was a lull in activity.
Then I woke up sick and needed something to pass the time laying pathetically here on my couch other than my equally soul-sucking laptop. Suffice to say that the horrendous White Belt Sudoku book is now lying on the other side of the living room. Where I threw it. It reminds me of a deadly, hypnotic Cobra that bites me every time I try to touch it, and I feel compelled to go back for more, because I'm either stupid or I'm a masochist.
Or both.
