Department Of Serves You Right
( And By You, I Mean Moiself )
Because This Is So True ® for moiself, and several others beset by earworms, I shared this post after seeing it on FB.
That night, or rather, early the next morning, my petty brain woke me up at 3:30 am and forced me to listen to this:
The following night’s song was an improvement, at least, harmony-wise:
The Eagles cover of Seven Bridges Road.
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Department Of A White Lady Watching A Black Lady Sketch Show
Last week, after listening to a Fresh Air interview with show creator Robin  Thede, I began watching episodes from the first season of A Black Lady Sketch Show.  I’ve a lot to catch up on; the show has been running for three seasons. But so far it looks like it’ll be well worth it to park my ass yet again in front of the TV rearrange my hectic schedule so as to find precious time to devote to appreciating the show’s thoughtful-narrative mixed-with-magical-reality commentary on contemporary society.
Translation: I laughed, out loud, a lot.
Here is a mishmash of bits that caught my attention:
* The premier episode: The Bad Bitch Support Group, wherein guest Angela Basset supports women who feel guilty when they wake up in the morning and don’t want to put on makeup or want to wear house slippers instead of three inch heels…but Bassett’s “support” turns out to be cooperation, with two pharmaceutical researchers who are observing this test group of women through a two-way mirror:
“What is happening to subject four? She seems to have built up an immunity to the Foxycodone.”
“Double her dosage!” (shakes bottle of pills).
“If women start rejecting impossible beauty standards,
we’ll go out of business.”
Foxycodone. I’m dyin’ here.
* The delightfully/deadly serious ramblings of the nonsense-spewing Dr. Haddassah Olayinka (“How many Caucasian seconds must pass before it’s time for me to tell the truth?”) Ali-Youngman, “pre-Ph.D.” The recurring character is described by Thede (in the Fresh Air interview) thusly:
“Dr. Haddassah Olayinka Ali-Youngman, pre-Ph.D., is a charlatan of sorts, a saleswoman of sorts, a conspiracy theorist of sorts….somebody who spouts a lot of conspiracy theories about the world…. She’s fun because she gets to say all the things that I think sometimes we see online or in other places. I’ve known women like this who constantly think everything is a conspiracy.”
Check out this ramble of a diatribe toast Ali-Youngman gives at her sister’s wedding:
* A takeoff skit on ball culture,  the The Basic Ball (“A ball for the rest of the LGBTQ Community”). The emcee does his best work-it-girl narration, over the pulsing dance music glitter ball strobe lighting, as a trio of dissipated looking women clad in, well, non-glittery, non-ball clothing (read: sweats and down jackets; pajama pants), stumble their way onto the catwalk.:
“The category is, clinical depression. All my children serving chemical imbalance, that’s right, make your way to the floor if you can….. You are tired; you are unmedicated; make your way to the floor… Walk for the judges; now vogue. Oh, I see you, eating carbs! Oh, I see you, too depressed to leave the house. I’m looking for sadness… I’m looking for Eeyore in Dior….”
Other Basic Ball categories include
*Barbecue Grill Daddy
(“They’re serving leather and linen; they’re serving let’s-argue-about-routes-to-work: ‘I take the 405 to PCH.’ ‘Oh, I just take Cahuenga all the way down.’ You’ll gag… They are cookout ready, Betty – oh, he didn’t start the grill until everybody showed up? You won’t be eating until night time…. Oh, he is passing out matching shirts at the family reunion; he is mispronouncing all of your friends’ names…”)
* Running Errands
(“Oh, did you remember your reusable canvas bags? Oh, work it girl – she has all her receipts; yes, she knows the return policy and she will not take store credit, baby….Oh, she’s running a quick errand and didn’t think anyone would see her, but you ran into your boss, and now she knows you do not have eyebrows….”)
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Department Of Yet Another Reason To Go On Living
That would be this: Northcoast Pinball, the pinball-centric video arcade in Nehalem, has a new Godzilla pinball machine.
While I’m no wizard,  I do enjoy playing pinball, and can get quite picky re what, for moiself, constitutes a good game. I never really got into video games; something about the three-D, mechanical immediacy of pinball punches my flippers. My enjoyment of pinball also stems from following a certain philosophy I have re recreational activities:
If you can’t do something well, learn to enjoy doing it poorly.
I wish I could take credit for coining that masterful maxim, which, IMO, is a key component of psychological health.
Despite the above quote I do not consider myself a poor pinball player. I just enjoy it too much – as in, I find it relaxing – to take it (or moiself, playing it) too seriously. When I’m in the pinball lounge I often see players who are quite intense, and who obviously have a strategy. I know of one strategy I could employ to get “better” (as in, getting a higher score/winning more free games): simply spend a lot of time getting to know one game.
Each game has its own/different scenarios, “routes,” and shooter allies and ramps, bumpers, and traps, etc. And although all pinball machines flippers, the flippers of different games have a different feel (and reaction speed), which I notice immediately when I go from one machine to another…which is my non-strategy strategy. I allow moiself one or two games on a machine, then move on to the next, trying to play at least one game on the twenty-plus games in the lounge.  Which means I’m in the pinball lounge for a minimum of 30 minutes…thus….
Hint for all pinball and/or video arcade aficionados: earplugs are your friends.
The noise in the arcade when there’s just me and one or two other players is tolerable…but still, tolerable can be too much, and I know that we humans consistently underestimate noise levels and what constitutes over and/or dangerous levels of exposure.
Thus, I have started wearing earplugs when I’m playing pinball. And I am concerned for the owner of the pinball lounge. He is one of the Nicest People I’ve Ever Met ®,  but his geniality and right-on social and cultural attitudes are not going to protect him from the fact that the continual noise exposure in his workplace is going to give him hearing loss.
“A study conducted by University of Maine graduate students recorded noise levels in four video arcades. The study found noise levels so extreme that visitors in the arcades risked temporary hearing loss in just 30 seconds of exposure. Extended or frequent exposure at such levels may result in permanent hearing loss or tinnitus.
In one of the arcades noise levels peaked at 114 dB, with average sound levels of 93 dB. In another the noise levels varied from 69 dB to 119 dB…..
A continuous noise level of 85 dB will result in hearing damage. At 115 dB, the noise levels are eight times higher and hearing damage may occur in 30 seconds….
Not only the video arcade customers put their hearing at risk in this environment. Arcade employees are even more at risk, unless they use hearing protection. They are exposed to the high noise levels repeatedly and for longer periods of time.”
( “Video arcades causing hearing loss and tinnitus,” hearit.org )
Places of employment with high noise levels  now offer – or are required by OSHA to mandate – ear protection for employees and visitors.  I can see how an entertainment venue might not want to acknowledge that their business has a certain risk to your health….but that doesn’t change the facts. So perhaps I can suggest another business venture for him, and other arcade owners: sell earplugs.
I regularly stock on the ones pictured above, buying in bulk for what amounts to 17¢, but with other brands and buying even more,  you could get the price for 9¢/pair, possibly even lower. Along with the snacks and beverages most arcades have for purchase, I wish they’d also have earplugs available at the front desk, where people purchase their tokens, for a minimal cost. You could charge just 25¢ per pair – or give them away free, to kids under age 12 or whatever, and to adults for a minimum purchase of $10 or $20 worth of tokens…there are many possibilities of working this in to arcade “culture.”
Moiself is going to gird my proverbial loins and present this idea, as diplomatically as possible, next time I’m in the arcade. Hopefully I will find out that the owner already wears earplugs.  Wish me luck.
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Punz For The Day
Have you played the new Lord of the Rings pinball machine?
It doesn’t take coins, only tolkiens.
What’s the difference between a vacuum cleaner and a pinball machine?
Pinball doesn’t suck.
Why couldn’t Led Zeppelin play pinball?
They had No Quarter.
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May you find a pinball arcade and see how much fun it can be;
May you OF COURSE wear hearing protection while doing the above;
May you resign yourself to the occasional 3 am
♫ Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang; ♫
…and may the hijinks ensue.
Thanks for stopping by. Au Vendredi!
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 Nice name, but she spells it wrong.
 All three seasons currently streaming on HBO.
 A subculture which originated when Black and Latino drag queens organized their own ballroom pageants to protest what they saw as the racism of established drag queen pageants. Participants choose from several multitude of categories in which they can “walk” and vogue for prizes.
 Style points for those getting The Who song reference.
 There are a couple of the old-timey machines (the ones requiring only one token to play), which I skip, because I find them boring.
 And whose politics I am quite fond of. There are scattered references, including books and other reading materials he keeps by the lounge’s sitting areas, and signs in the windows, that he – and his wife, who runs the pottery gallery next door – are right-on considerate, intelligent, religion-free, humanists and feminists.
 E.g. factories, or where employees are outside but using loud equipment such as mowers or leaf blowers.
 MH, son K and I wore them recently, while visiting Belle at her place of work.
 Ones that are so cool and discreet that I haven’t noticed them.