One of my semi-guilty pleasures is the New York Times Spelling Bee, a variant on the old Boggle game except that it requires that every word use the middle letter of the seven. Any letter, any direction, any number of times. Given that my TBI messes with word retrieval, I figure it’s a good brain exercise.
Suggest a word, the site helpfully offers in the how-to section.
Oh honey you better believe it. Their dictionary is…limited. I started keeping a list of rejected perfectly good words and finally told them, I can tell your guy’s not a fiber artist. You don’t get felt without having fulled the wool.
And yet. I’ll occasionally randomly type and watch the screen cheer at–what the heck was that? (Grabbing my hardback Merriam Webster.) A skateboarding term? Who knew? A term for a jet with three engines?
There seems to be a cross-cultural divide here.
Doesn’t stop me, though.