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Every now and then my unchecked admiration for Beatnik Sidearm rears its head, sometimes in the form of using his typographically pleasing title formatting.

The Great Scrabble War started over Thanksgiving, when we finally hauled out the Deluxe Edition Scrabble board that  the ever pleasant Pukku bought for us for our wedding.  The results were humiliating.  Yours truly scored a scant 178 points to Miz Bootsie's 273.  And, to tell the truth, if could be more.  My scorekeeping got a little shoddy after my defeat became too apparent.  I made some effort to reconstruct the totals, but they might not be wholly accourate.  The first battle is known as the "Battle of Jaded Quim" after two words that Boots got in rapid succession.

Eager to prove myself, we played again the next day (or the next weekend) and in a game known mainly as "The Revenge of Quim" I employed the same word on a triple word score to secure a 276 to 246 point victory, which stung the pride of Miss Bootsie and shook the confidence that she had built up by more than a year's worth of Upwords victories, punctated only by the occasional narrow setbacks that I was able to throw at her.  She was upset, until I reminded her that if we were working cumulatively, she was still clearly ahead.

So, for the last month, we've been keeping a running total, and I have narrowed her lead to 43 points.  After the second game, we started doing that thing that cool kids do and took pictures of the final boards: