Category Archives: Quick Thoughts

Blurbs. For the “too long, didn’t read” folks. ;-)

Vidyah Mode

Someone asks me if I’ve played Attack from Mars on the Switch and it takes me a moment to understand what those words mean. Reflexively I say, “No, I haven’t played video game pinball.” Before even finishing the sentence I laugh out loud at how wrong I am. My initial brush with the silver ball is an NES cartridge labeled simply PINBALL. Age eight, I played that game nonstop until I mastered it and, as with my taste in real-world pinball, the mini games were of particular interest. My statement is also silly because most modern pinball machines are just giant video games with overly complicated controllers.

I don’t relay any of these thoughts to my acquaintance because she’s already moved on. “I’ve played Mars on it and I swear it’s made me better at the game,” she states enthusiastically. I smile and utter platitudes. It seems obvious that learning the mechanics on a computer would improve most peoples’ games. Score is not the only indicator of skill but it might be the most obvious one. I’ve seen total amateurs achieve competitive scores in their first game by just not draining. I express vague doubt at the overall gain and leave out the part where you can’t open-hand slap a Switch. “My current partner has played the video game non-stop,” she continues confidently, “and his score has gone from a few hundred thousand to three billion on the real machine. That can’t be a coincidence.”

Saying a video simulation makes you better at pinball is like assuming you’d get better at playing guitar via Guitar Hero. There are certainly skills that translate between both things such as basic rhythm but no one is going to learn how to play actual music with four buttons. I believe pinball has the same amount of nuance. Being able to time a nudge or anticipate a bounce isn’t something Nintendo controllers can replicate. I smile and posit, “Practice is practice.”

“If you want to play with us sometime you are more than welcome,” she offers sweetly.

Still smiling, “Thanks, I’ll save that experience for when I don’t live in the center of the best pinball city in the world.”

I went home for New Year’s Eve. It’s only been three years and this neighborhood is the only home I know now. Especially funny because I have to move this summer.  Either find a roommate or consider a different area. I’ve always said if I can’t live downtown then I probably won’t live in Seattle. I don’t know if that will hold true or not. Given the social constructs in this tiny little city it’s unlikely I’ll find someone to live with that loves me. After going on 18 years living with my cat, it’s going to take some adjustment. I can settle for someone that’s just polite and responsible. Bonus points if we marginally like each other. Continue reading

1,5,4,3,2, Six Switch.

Just as obvious as I could ask for.

I’m the troll of prophecy. Shunned and alone, I adopt the ancillary lifestyle with verve. Who else will watch your dog while you go home for the holidays? I’m there to make sure one employee works Christmas Eve. Adopting the best part of the holiday as my own, drinking.

I didn’t consider the long term effect when I got my tattoo. All I knew at the time was how much sense it makes. Now I’m the zebra girl. Not the worst moniker but certainly not a goal I’ve sought.

All I want is someone to make out with on a semi-regular basis. Something solid enough to last more than a week. Someone warm enough to be honest.

It’s more likely I mistakenly snog someone unwitting. January will be lonely either way.

I spent the summer trying to find other people to love. Given my lack of dowry, I didn’t find more than a few tramps looking for a score. I ooze talent but can’t offer anything until a basic credit check. Don’t blame me, a girl does what she can. In the end, I’ve had glorious orgasms by myself. I’ll miss my cat more than any fleeting romance.

Suicide Doll

I’ve lost my phone and I know my cat is dying.

Tonight I asked for a ride home and he said yes, begrudgingly. He was there with a girl. Not something I expected. Climbing into the back seat of his two door jeep, I mentally face-palm myself for my own ignorance. He only fucked me that one time. Why would I think it meant something. I should know, given my appearance, no one can take me seriously.

Why don’t I just give up? There’s nothing serious here. I’m right back where I started and all I have is the shreds of dignity I’ve knitted together with optimism and fortitude. My story still bums people out and I’m not achieving any of the goals I set forth. If anything, I’m wasting oxygen. I don’t see any reason to try, given the inevitable outcome. I wish euthanasia was legal just so I could put my last bit of money toward an easy cleanup. There is no greater gift than minimizing inconvenience toward your family and friends.

Born to Lose

I’m watching It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia and realize the reason I like Josh is because he treats me like The Gang treats Dee. It’s not a perfect analogy but essentially the only way to make me feel appreciated is to so obviously berate me the audience has to know he’s not serious. Or he’s serious and I have deep emotional issues. Phffft. Why can’t both be true?

The difference is I’m not Kaitlyn Olson, I’m a troll. I’m a disgusting little creature that validates a whole host of people’s lives. That person at the bar you can say at least I’m not that crazy bitch. I’m kept on the fringes of social circles for the purposes of sex and tarot readings. I’m the one you talk to that night you’re trying something new. I’m someone it’s okay to make out with once and never think about again. It’s fine to casually discard me, obviously I don’t have any feelings.

Eternally a cliche, never a friend. I’m not sure if it’s the looks or the personality. Either way, I can’t win.

Stripes

Knowing who I am doesn’t explain how I got here. Despite drastically different circumstances the same weaknesses keep me from progressing. How do I level up if I can’t find the next goal? Awkwardness isn’t terminal but ignorance might be. I wear red flags like a dress. Specifically to keep people at bay but also because my flaws are my best attributes. I’d rather be ignored than underestimated, if I have to choose. I manage myself better than anyone else can at this point. Continue reading Stripes

It’s A Memphis Thang

“There are only about 1,000 people in the world and 200 of them live in Seattle,” an aspiring writer says, sitting with arms crossed quite proud of his clever theory. “Yaaas!” I blurt, lighting up with joy. “I call it that Memphis thing! Y’know, the biggest small town syndrome,” I squeak with excitement.

My ebullience catches him off guard, “No!” Spitting the word at me, all elation lost on him.  “I hate that place,” he growls petulantly. Continue reading It’s A Memphis Thang

Who’s Polly?

Non-monogamy is a way of life for some people. I’m still feeling it out, skeptical at the very least. Continue reading Who’s Polly?