Browser Tab Bingo

Richard and I accidentally invented a game last weekend, I’ve dubbed it Browser Tab Bingo.

It started while we were making breakfast—I thought I had pulled up a recipe on my phone earlier in preparation, and as I flipped through the 10 tabs I had open on my mobile browser I thought, “Huh, this is a really odd assortment of stuff but I have a totally logical explanation for each of these.”

So I shared them with Richard, and he wondered if his assortment was equally as diverse and weird (almost), but he conceded that I had the weirder hand.

Thus was born Browser Tab Bingo. Play at home with your friends! Suitable for ages However Old the Kids with Smart Phones Are These Days and up. Two to a million players.

Rules:

1. Each player pulls up his/her mobile internet browser of choice.
2. Player 1 reads out the name and a brief description of each website or article currently open in a tab on their browser. Bonus points for explaining why he/she opened that page and left it open until now.
3. Player 2 follows suit, until all players have had a turn.
4. Players must divulge the content of every open tab, even if it’s lame or shameful.
5. Players may not quickly open a bunch of weird shit and challenge someone to a duel.
6. The player with the adjectiviest collection of browser tabs wins (whatever adjective the group prefers: weirdest, funniest, most useful, most embarrassing, etc.).

I feel like this game wouldn’t work so well on laptops, for some reason. Maybe tablets if you’re into that. The tabs open on my laptop are usually just Gmail and Facebook and whatever I’m reading/watching at the moment. No fun.

Here is my winning hand of Browser Tab Bingo from our inaugural game last weekend:

This tab has been open since the end of November. Seriously. I loved the sheets in the B&B we stayed in in Vancouver (link to post not found… I need to write that one up) so much I looked up the brand online to see if they made non-commercial bedding too. They do. I’ve been meaning to bookmark this page somehow but Pinterest won’t recognize the images and that was kind of the end of my bookmarking strategy so I’ve just left the tab open in despondent limbo.

 

I need a new bra but I’m never confident that I know my actual bra size. Like I’m going to try to check out at Victoria’s Secret and Andy Cohen or Clinton Kelly is going to jump out from behind the counter with confetti and bells and cameras and shout, “STOP! You’re on I Didn’t Know I Was Wearing the Wrong Bra Size and now we’re going to find the correct size for you on nationaaaaal televisioooooooooon!”

And at 30 I feel like I really should know it by now so I can’t ask someone to measure me in the store. Not even Andy Cohen, for your entertainment.

 

I had an idea for a blog post that I was going to title “Now is the winter of my discontent” but I wanted to make sure I got the quote right. Because we have standards at this well-respected publication.

 

These three are all open because I wanted to do another round of this sweet galaxy manicure but this time I want to add a mathematically-accurate black hole with an accretion disc as visualized in Interstellar. But you were probably going to guess that, right?

 

Uh. Because Richard really needs some bike shorts made out of upcycled 70’s crochet blankets.
As do we all.

 

I was stealing this lady’s hair for an event that night.

 

I should probably go to some of these.

 

Well. This speaks for itself.

Your turn.