Sunday, January 09, 2005

Pinball Lizard

   When I was "emancipated" and living on my own for the first time, my needs were few, my desires many. As is common with many impressionable youth, I craved excitement. My options were limited by my bank-book and my circumstances. One outlet for entertainment that always beckoned was the downtown amusement gallery. A collection of world-war II era pinball machines, in a dirty storefront, lit by a couple of flickering florescent lamps and the gaming apparatus itself. Some machines were a nickel a play, most were a dime. Most had some minor defect, you just played around that. The idea was to win games, to hear that resounding "thock" as you passed an arbitrary score. The games were just as addicting as their modern counterparts. They had an aura of hand-craft about them, the varnished wooden deck, the hand stenciled decorations, the general funkiness of a machine from a different era, they were almost an anacronism already (the first Pong games were just coming out.) And even if you only had a quarter, you could play for a while.

   Of course, after a while you had lost your quarters, and you had lost your time, time lost forever in the company of your fellow-reptiles, seeking that animal adrenalin rush, trying to stave off extinction for another day.

By Professor Batty



2 Comments:

Blogger the Admiral said...

this has nothing to do with the post directly. i just wondered if it is solely coincidence that the moniker you've chosen, professor batty, is the same name as a vocal professor at the university that both ame and i attend.


Blogger Professor Batty said...

...ah yes, the many Professor Battys. The others are, indeed real professors, my story is told in the Flippist History sidebar entry.

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