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Still we go on pretending stories like ours have happy endings - shadows of echoes of memories of songs
j4
j4
Still we go on pretending stories like ours have happy endings
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.
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anat0010 From: anat0010 Date: March 15th, 2005 02:39 pm (UTC) (Link)

Life as a slot machine

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.
j4 From: j4 Date: March 15th, 2005 02:41 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Life as a slot machine

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?
atommickbrane From: atommickbrane Date: March 15th, 2005 02:50 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Life as a slot machine

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?
j4 From: j4 Date: March 15th, 2005 03:55 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Life as a slot machine

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.
venta From: venta Date: March 15th, 2005 03:21 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Life as a slot machine

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.
j4 From: j4 Date: March 15th, 2005 03:55 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Life as a slot machine

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.
venta From: venta Date: March 15th, 2005 04:08 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Life as a slot machine

I'm obviously less fussy than you. Some of my best friends used to be slot machines.

Boltcutters, I tells ya. Sheer genius.
jiggery_pokery From: jiggery_pokery Date: March 15th, 2005 07:01 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Life as a slot machine

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?
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anat0010 From: anat0010 Date: March 15th, 2005 03:49 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Life as a slot machine

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 ?
j4 From: j4 Date: March 15th, 2005 03:56 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Life as a slot machine

Perhaps some bloke in a boiler suit will appear, prostrate himself at your feet

Crikey. I suppose I can keep hoping.
geekette8 From: geekette8 Date: March 16th, 2005 12:47 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Life as a slot machine

Perhaps some bloke in a boiler suit will appear

Or, maybe, a boiler in a bloke suit?
hairyears From: hairyears Date: March 15th, 2005 03:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
* 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 *
j4 From: j4 Date: March 15th, 2005 03:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
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. :-(
venta From: venta Date: March 15th, 2005 04:08 pm (UTC) (Link)
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 ?
hairyears From: hairyears Date: March 16th, 2005 12:12 am (UTC) (Link)

Door Ray Me

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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