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Sorry I've lapsed on the "happy stories" thing. I don't have any ideas, so how about if you all pretend I handed in about 800 words of creative writing homework & you said "B-, good effort", okay?

I saw a film at the weekend. I thought it was okay. Nothing else much has happened here.

Life as a slot machine

Date: 2005-03-15 02:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anat0010.livejournal.com
Life is like standing in front of a slot machine. You cannot win, yet you cannot stop feeding in money. Whatever you win will be lost again within a few minutes. The only question is how long will you be standing there ?

Happy endings are a protected species existing only inside designated nature reserves, known as fairy tales.

Re: Life as a slot machine

Date: 2005-03-15 02:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] j4.livejournal.com
What do you do when the slot machine's broken, and you have no money, but you're still forced to stand there pressing the buttons even though you know nothing will happen?

Re: Life as a slot machine

Date: 2005-03-15 02:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] atommickbrane.livejournal.com
Ring your friend to come and take you away to the Dance Dance Revolution machines on the other side of the arcade?

Am I getting the metaphor here?

Probably not. But I do feel rather sick. Am I excused?

Re: Life as a slot machine

Date: 2005-03-15 03:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] j4.livejournal.com
Ring your friend to come and take you away to the Dance Dance Revolution machines on the other side of the arcade?

This would be a good idea except that the slot machine is in a lead box so there's no signal here. And my phone has run out of batteries. And doesn't work anyway. Metaphorically, that is.

I've actually never played DDR, though I get the impression that it's like bongos but with feet.

Re: Life as a slot machine

Date: 2005-03-15 03:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] venta.livejournal.com
You take a pair of boltcutters to the slot machine, and bodge it back into the semblance of a game you want to play.

I always thought boltcutters were underrated as a philosophical debating tool.

Re: Life as a slot machine

Date: 2005-03-15 03:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] j4.livejournal.com
What if you don't want to play a game at all? You can't make the slot machine into, I dunno, food, or a friend.

Re: Life as a slot machine

Date: 2005-03-15 04:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] venta.livejournal.com
I'm obviously less fussy than you. Some of my best friends used to be slot machines.

Boltcutters, I tells ya. Sheer genius.

Re: Life as a slot machine

Date: 2005-03-15 07:01 pm (UTC)
ext_44: (what the shatner?)
From: [identity profile] jiggery-pokery.livejournal.com
I once applied for a job designing - or, at least, writing the code which runs - slot machines. If I had been successful in my application, would this have made me a philosopher or a stud?

Re: Life as a slot machine

Date: 2005-03-15 08:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoiho.livejournal.com
I have written code for slot machines.
The automated poker machines in Aus, the one theyc call "Pokies (http://www.smartgambler.com.au/pokies/intro.html)".
God, that was a shit job.

Re: Life as a slot machine

Date: 2005-03-15 03:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anat0010.livejournal.com
You've got it.

You keep pressing the buttons, hoping for a bright light to flicker if only for a moment. Perhaps some bloke in a boiler suit will appear, prostrate himself at your feet, fiddle around a bit, and get the machine working again. Then again, perhaps not.

But what else is there to do but repeatedly press the broken buttons in the vain hope that something might happen ?

Re: Life as a slot machine

Date: 2005-03-15 03:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] j4.livejournal.com
Perhaps some bloke in a boiler suit will appear, prostrate himself at your feet

Crikey. I suppose I can keep hoping.

Re: Life as a slot machine

Date: 2005-03-16 12:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] geekette8.livejournal.com
Perhaps some bloke in a boiler suit will appear

Or, maybe, a boiler in a bloke suit?

Date: 2005-03-15 03:22 pm (UTC)
ext_3375: Banded Tussock (Default)
From: [identity profile] hairyears.livejournal.com
* Distant sounds of marching, shouted orders on the parade ground, military bands etc *

Lieutenant Entry!
Sir!
Buy that woman some chocolate.

(pause)

Yessir!
Dis-MISS!

* Sounds of saluting, about-turn, and Military Door *

Date: 2005-03-15 03:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] j4.livejournal.com
He does buy me chocolate, and lots of other nice things; he's also infinitely patient and never gets cross with me. So it's really, really not his fault that I'm this useless. :-(

Date: 2005-03-15 04:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] venta.livejournal.com
Military Door

Blimey. I wasn't aware doors came in different flavours. Well, not beyond obvious disctinctions like "cathedral" and "Sindy car-door"

Are you a door-spotter ?

Door Ray Me

Date: 2005-03-16 12:12 am (UTC)
ext_3375: Banded Tussock (Woolly Moustache)
From: [identity profile] hairyears.livejournal.com
A door spotter? Other than a tendency to stare impolitely at knockers, no. But wise men have been known for their fascination with doors from ancient times, and were (famously) painted doing so in 'The Adooration of the Magi' by Leonardo da Vinci, Velasquez, and others.

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