I wrinkle my nose, bringing it into alignment with the skin around it.
Vext? That’s not a word. Why is the Scrabble® judge letting the computer get away with playing a non-word?
Then the penny drops. The Scrabble® judge and the computer against which I am playing are one and the same. Talk about your conflict of interest. This electronic version of the game offers no challenge mechanism, so I suck it up and play on. But I make a mental note for future investigation.
It isn’t that I mind losing fair and square. Yeah, yeah, OK, I absolutely detest losing under any conditions, but I accept that I will lose sometimes if the game is hard enough to be interesting.
It isn’t that I mind the outrageous arbitrariness of rules that accept some abbreviations (mic, veep, ref, and trig among them), and summarily reject others (like wifi). After almost a quarter-century in proposal work—where Arbitrary Rules ‘R’ Us—I’ve become hardened to slings and arrows.
It isn’t that I mind the illogical acceptance of some non-standard spellings (luv for love, nan for naan) and the rejection of others (stoopid, ridicklus). Or that some non-English words are OK (piso, fiqh—or fikh if you prefer) but not ‘choy,’ as in ‘bok choy.’
No, no, I’m quite serene about playing the ball from where it lies. Really. I am.
But an arbitrary and illogical game is one thing. To think that the damn computer might actually be cheating—that would be the outside of enough. And so I mutter darkly and squint meaningfully. If the machine thinks I’m going to let this go, it has another think coming. But I mustn’t show my hand too early.
Vext: (archaic) simple past tense of vex
Appealed to after the game’s conclusion, thus speaks Wiktionary.
Either all the machines are in league against me—a theory that holds, if not a certain charm, then at least a certain plausibility—or vext is, indeed, a word.
Although I note suspiciously that all the quotations given as reference for this usage are from Tennyson—maybe the man just couldn’t spell—I can be a big girl about this. I can.
Am I vext? Certainly not. Nothing so ladylike. More like pitht.