Puzzles
The game is here.I must say that I'm not wired for puzzles like this. I'm shockingly bad at planning moves--I forget the very second after I make them--and the only way that I can solve a Rubik's cube is with a hammer. I don't think it's from a lack of patience, though. It's probably because I don't see the point of doing something when the outcome is so obviously a given. Of course, I can always say that puzzles are more interesting jumbled up, anyway. There can't possibly be a moral judgment attached to an "unsolved" Rubik's cube (or the puzzle above) as opposed to a "solved" one, can there?
The puzzle also reminds me of my room which is full of plastic men with detachable parts. Seriously, cleaning my room is just like trying to solve the puzzle involving a chicken, a cat, a pig, and a horse. (I'm not too sure about these animals but they'll do.) I can't leave the chicken with the cat, the cat and chicken with the pig, etc... It's terrible.
Labels: mind games
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