Scrabble and the Supervillain Ethic

I'm enjoying my last gasp of freedom before I have to start studying for my finals. This will be the last week of classes, starting Monday, and I am so ready for summer. It's like high school senioritis all over again. A couple of my professors, lagging behind in their syllabi, will attempt to cram their classes, and the rest will go easy on us. I remember in high school after the AP exams were done, the AP classes just played Scrabble for the last couple of weeks. I am a Scrabble GOD. I can manage to make solid blocks of words that earn me points vertically and horizontally, and would also earn diagonal points if those were possible. I'm also apparently a lot better at keeping a straight face than I thought, since I managed to convince quite a few people that the contents of my all-vowel Scrabble rack were actually a legitimate word of Hawaiian origin. Several times. Mostly I played by the rules, but I'm more partial to making awesome words than winning by strategy. Kind of like how Mockingbird will try and take over Chicago with giant jack-in-the-boxes or whatever. Sure, it's not the most efficient way, but it's the most fun. It's a matter of style, which seems to be a villain thing mostly.
I don't always win Scrabble games, but sometimes it's worth losing just to savor the game. If I'm playing a word game, I don't really see the point in playing by arcane mathematical rules, and having a joyless, calculating bland game. Why get 50 points for 'ox' when you can put down 'corsets' or 'globule'? I preferred to team up with Jack so he could do the strategy part, and I could do the creative part. We were virtually unbeatable together. That's probably why we spent so much time on separate teams. Scrabble week was one time where I earned instant popularity in high school. It's like dodgeball in reverse: the geeks get chosen first out of the lineups.