I can, for instance, spend a happy hour twisting text even as I have the television tuned to a complete waste of precious minutes such as “ Survivor.” Yes, I confess: I am one of the 14 people still watching “ Survivor,” despite it being on like its 490th remote tropical island and 12,000th immunity challenge. The beauty of the hand-held word game is that it can be seamlessly integrated into the other distractions I count as shameful time-sucks.
Tick, tick, tick goes that stupid time clock! Sitting anywhere - on a train, on a couch, in a theater waiting for a play to start (and the usher to tell me to shut off my phone) - I can tap on the icon, which looks like a “T” wrapped in an unraveled paper clip, and waste a truly ridiculous amount of. But TextTwist 2, well, that’s been a whole other level of trivial pursuit. Oh, I had an intense few months with Dots, engaged in a brief fling with Fish Out of Water, got mixed up for a spell with Draw Something - not a pretty picture. I’ve never been that much of a smartphone game-a-holic. Because I play this infernal, addictive game way too much. I can say, however, that it gives me loads of guilt.
And okay, if you must know, I don’t really care at the moment, because -Īs guilty pleasures go, I cannot say for 100 percent certain that TextTwist 2 gives me tons of pleasure. I don’t know exactly how many points it awards or even how it arrives at the totals. The score thingy in the upper right-hand corner of the screen gives me points for successfully decoding RSABBO in the allotted two minutes.
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