That’s What I Get for Jumping on the Wagon

Figures, right? I start playing Wordle. I play for a couple of weeks and never get good, but do pretty well. Then, just as it’s becoming a regular part of my daily routine, fucking New York Times buys it.

Damn it.

The best part of the silly little game was that it wasn’t owned by some awful soulless corporation. It was just a guy with some coding skills keeping the entire English speaking world entertained for two minutes a day.

Now?

Damn it.