meaning has no consideration

From, “Three-letter word sparks Scrabble scramble”:

It wasn’t a four-letter word, but it was close enough to cause a stir at the National Scrabble Championship Thursday.

In the final round, eventual champion Trey Wright played the word “lez,” which was on a list of offensive words not allowed during the tournament.

Normally, no word is off-limits, but because the games were being taped for broadcast on ESPN, certain terms had been deemed inappropriate, including the three-letter slang for lesbian.

I’m not ready for Mercury retrograde this time. Not that I’m ever ready, really, but I’m extremely not ready for this one, especially with the timing of the trip to Vancouver.
Mercury retrograde gives rise to personal misunderstandings; flawed, disrupted, or delayed communications, negotiations and trade; glitches and breakdowns with phones, computers, cars, buses, and trains. And all of these problems usually arise because some crucial piece of information, or component, has gone astray, or awry.
The past two weeks have been rough. I’ve replaced my normal drive to communicate and connect with a need to find a very private place inside myself where no one else can even visit. The non-fiction I was reading earlier this summer has been set aside in favor of Tad Williams’ fantasy novel The War of the Flowers, into which I have been escaping at every opportunity. I have daydreams of being someone else entirely, or more myself than ever, but never just who I am at the time.

Sometimes I find myself pacing around my home block instead of going straight there. At lunch, I have taken to driving aimlessly down quiet streets instead of eating. When I am able to sleep, my nightmares are Memento-like abstractions in which I am sure I have killed someone but I do not know how or why, just that I am soon to be caught.

I have no alibi; I can’t remember anything.

Cats are being cloned and Rick James is dead and there’s a new terror alert whenever Dubya’s ratings drop. I am powerless to subdue the stressors in the MSG’s life, so I throw this searing energy at my workplace, frenetically finishing tasks as I keep everyone around me laughing.

The Scrabble champ said, “Meaning has no consideration when I play.” He was talking about a game. I don’t know what I’m talking about.

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