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True stories of Suburbia.

It is a statement about terriers, and especially my terriers, that when I tell my friends, “I’m worried that Chance might have gotten rejected from heaven, and that if he did get in, he’s misbehaving. Do you think he’s ok?” the unanimous vote is that of course he’s misbehaving. He’s Chance.

I don’t know how many of heaven’s sofas have been peed on so far but I have a good idea of what purgatory will look like. It looks a lot like an infinite bottle of Nature’s Miracle and an unending roll of paper towels.

September 6, 2023August 20, 2023

Fireball Classic (Solid State)

Pinball

Fireball Classic, Bally, 1985. This is a remake of the 1975 EM version.

A supervillain, or possibly demon, or perhaps superhero, throws fireballs at the player. He stands in a wind-up in front of a yellow cloud while standing on yellow fire.

September 5, 2023

Chance Gibson (2008-2023)

Home Life

True stories of Suburbia.

In 2008 our dog Jessie died of cancer. A few months later, on July 1, 2008, we brought Chance Benedict Gibson home from the breeder.

Many adventures ensued.

On Sunday September 3, 2003, Chance died of a sudden and catastrophic health collapse.

Fifteen years is a hell of a run.

At some point, I’ll have the ability to talk more about my boy, but right now my heart is too full.

Sleep well, Bug. Don’t fight with JessieDog. I’ll see you later.

September 5, 2023August 20, 2023

Excalibur

Pinball

Excalibur, another goddamned Gottleib, 1988. It’s no wonder I’m playing like shit tonight.

A giant man emerges from the ground (the waist up, anyway) wearing armor and swinging a big sword around while his cape

Other warriors smaller than the palm of his hand battle around him. A castle stands on a hill in the background.

September 4, 2023August 20, 2023

Embryon

Pinball

Embryon, Bally, 1980.

There is some wild shit going on here.

First, the background: we are in a hallway of metal walls and grates like something off the set of Alien.

Dead center is a big circular metal tunnel with two human brains in semicircular containers clamped to the outside.

On the left, organic spheres about the size of basketballs are pouring out of something conveyor-like.

On the right, a sphere that comes to about waist height has a decidedly humanoid shape growing in it.

In the center, a man in a tight metallic blue shirt, red suspenders, with pilot goggles perched on his forehead stands behind a sphere that comes to his waist. His right hand rests on it.

A semi-feminine (or possibly starving) humanoid with red skin, a green drape, sits some kind of yellow goo inside the sphere. This, we presume, is the embryon.

This is some kind of fucked up, y’all.

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Chance, an epilogue

Fireball Classic (Solid State)

Chance Gibson (2008-2023)

Excalibur

Embryon