This place needs a new smell. Or a window. (Also a vendetta against God).
Posted: November 4, 2023 Filed under: Brief...therefore witty. | Tags: God, Humour, philosophy, pool, pool-hall, Religion, vendetta, vengeance Leave a commentI don’t do ‘deep-dives’ into topics for these writings, so what follows might be best described as a ‘splash’.
Or maybe a ‘plop’?
I was about to suggest ‘tinkle’ too, but I really need to focus, especially as that’s what I didn’t seem to be able to do last night.
I went to a pool-hall last night and lost 7-0 to my wife. I don’t think I played particularly badly, but luck wasn’t on my side and my wife’s simple superior in everyway.
You’d probably imagine that I was feeling a little low from this felt low, which I was after the first loss.
By the 4th loss I was trying to start conversation on I’m knowledgeable on so I could retain a degree of….something. I don’t know if being down 4-0 has a counter equivalent, especially intellectually.
It’s never the case that something doesn’t matter because: “yeah, well, I’ve got a degree…”
My wife had even started being sympathetic, which made the whole thing worse.
As I said, I wasn’t playing badly, just bad luck after bad luck. I seemed to pot the white after every shot and every ‘cert’ I hit bounced back out of the pocket.
I could be tempted to say there was something else at play here. Because there was, and it might have been Jesus.
No matter the deity, I needed to get something out of the evening so decided it might as well be a religious experience.
And this pool-hall setting suited a religious experience down to the ground.
Full of men, mostly bearded, with one woman doing really well and making them all feel uncomfortable (“shouldn’t be allowed. she’s got tits to lean on. unfair advantage. dependable tits.”)
No windows too. And that is a bit odd – I don’t think my pool game is worsened by sunlight.
And a smell that wasn’t really there. Vaguely cleaning fluid – but it could have been so much more.
It could have been the sort of smell you can see. Wherein part of the ceremony involves wafting it.
What else does one waft, than a visible whiff.
There was no clear dress code (they even allowed trainers), but I feel some particular garb would have been appropriate. Something oddly stiff in certain areas, made from the faux-version of an animal that doesn’t exist any more. Or a fish.
With all that in place, the stiff garb, the visible whiff, the lack of sunlight and no women – then I could really get mad.
7-0, someone has to pay.
And they will. So now I’ve decide to launch a campaign of annihilation against God.
Surely it was He that guided my white balls to the pockets, He that caused every good shot to reject gravity and bounce-out instead, He that encouraged my wife to be extra-nice to me, making me feel all the more minimal.
That’s probably why he created the world; so I could lose at pool last night. That’s how it felt, anyway.
Having a vendetta like this, especially against the Divine, is very liberating.
Very freshing.
Why did I get out of bed today? To wreak sweet vengeance on the creator!
Why did I go back to bed shortly afterwards? Because I forgot it was a Saturday and we all felt fancied a lay-in, but the urge to destroy heaven is still there.
I’ll give you an update on the progress of that soon.
Quickly to clarify before signing off: pool-halls are religious but could be more so, and that ‘God’ – oh he’s going to get it.
Sam

How To Play Pool As If You Were A Good Person.
Posted: April 8, 2014 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: change, comedy, ethics, funny, good, life, morals, natural, nature, philosophy, pool, time, Weird Leave a commentBy all means, avoid the blue ball.
Glasses will smash, noses will be blooded, and conversations will be rudely interrupted, all on account of the blue ball not actually being there whilst you swipe full-force at it.
The red, yellow and white however- they’re you’re business. Like the colours of the flag of pool (we’re going to need one of those).
First things first, you need to step back, then forward again so as to assault the table in every sense of the word. Whether or not people are watching you- either they’ll remember you, or the table sure as hell will.
Then we’ll leave you alone, once we’ve dragged you away from the green and that’ll be that for a while.
You’re a good person now, so just give yourself five minutes to enjoy that feeling and then breathe deeply once and make your way back inside.
Although fact that the table is inside is part of the problem.
Naturally- you’re drinking throughout your pool performance. The violence is natural, the pool is natural and the drink is natural- all you need now are some natural surroundings, so a nice meadow in which to enjoy a game of pool is increasingly important now. Have yourself a pool table, and stick a meadow underneath it.
The reason for the act of violence being natural is that it’s svelte, not the violence, the pool table. The violence is not so much svelte as much as it is loud and eventually leaky.
We rarely encounter that which is svelte in our day to day lives. Apart from babies- they’re fairly svelte, but they haven’t got the arrogance of a pool table. If violence feels svelte to you- then you must’ve been practising.
A pool table will stand there as though it’s clever to have four legs and no skirt on, arrogant and obviously pompous- because somehow it’s winning without playing, whilst also swallowing my balls and not giving them back. It only gives the white ball back, but only so that you can prolong your own agony as you don’t succeed in potting the correct ball and wishing that the blue ball was real.
The house always wins, but you can change the interior before you are made to leave. This doesn’t mean that you should wallpaper the walls, but it does mean that you should take some wallpaper home with you, and perhaps a couple of bricks. The same method applies to pool. Make sure that this cheeky table remembers you- you’re going to lose but leave it a pretty little scar.
That is good pool. Though it may well sour relations with the next player who might well, and justly so, enquire as to why their pool table is scarred and why you have a mouthful of wallpaper. You’re appropriate response is: “Go and do likewise fella, now excuse me…I have a need to flee”.
So the violence is natural.
The pool is natural too, and ties in very smoothly with the naturalness of the drinking.
Drinking is natural owing to the fact that…here it is! Nature is a matter of opinion, with “death by natural causes” being the most debateable.
If I’m eaten by a mountain lion (fine- as long as I truly deserve it) then there really is little more-natural a death to be had by this talkative ape here. But, the police, and hopefully my family, would freak out at the fact that technically I died from being chewed. For some mountain-born kid in the…mountains…it’s likely that being eaten by a mountain lion is comparable for him to a kid in New York dying from being hit by a car. Tragic, and it doesn’t happen to everyone (someone has to be the driver), but- it’s not unnatural. Maybe what’s natural is what’s common in your habitat.
Drinking is happening all around; my town has a raging alcohol and budding weed problem. So it’s natural.
I believe that we have an urge to flaunt the mind’s capabilities when we are drinking, and so either some strong conversation, testy little quiz or a bit of hand-eye co-ordination is what we need at the time of the consumption of alcohol. This is why darts boards, quiz machines and pool tables are found in bars and pubs.
Conversations can also be found here, although they tend to be free of charge. Maybe they won’t be for long, as good conversation can be hard to find and lonely people are plentiful- a very valuable resource for those that sell things in the place of a social life. ‘Whoring your vocal chords’ is how it must be put, since ‘whoring your mouth’ is rather more misleading and much more popular.
All in all, to ensure you’re playing pool as if you’re a good person; be sure to leave the pool hall a little different to how it was when you arrived. Preferably with other people leaving their mouths open as they watch you waddle out with in a funny fashion because you groined the table in a moment of 17 century sexuality- in which you became so aroused by the sight of naked table legs that you grabbed a leg and beat it with it, whilst also beating, with the aforementioned leg,…off.
But how does this relate to you being a good person?
Well, aside from doing what is natural (apologies for not being able to find an alternative word for ‘natural’), you are making a difference.
Change is good, whilst change is also bad, eventually in a good way. If it hadn’t been for the horrors of the holocaust, then the best of human nature would not have been displayed, nor would we have the option to generally be against the holocausts- a cause most aggressively espoused by more good people than bad. So, as an aside, if you want to play pool as if you’re a good person, then play it whilst also being against the holocaust.
Make change of the world’s arse (GHETTO LANGUAGE USED IN WIT- THANKS FOR READING), and then things will be continuing exactly as it always has- constantly changing, hopefully evolving, possibly just changing- lacking a point for which to do so being the reason for it being so.
Sudden and shocking action, unto a room unexpecting it, is a favour to all. Particularly if you don’t know any of them as it is the finest of conversation starters.
Think of it as a social call to those few others that might be there want to contribute to the sudden action. Having a point to the action, let us call it…’momentum’…is something that might matter, as opposed to most things that happen, and do not matter.
Play pool as a good person by making a difference; any way you choose, but I recommend the sudden and shocking method as a call out to the people that might also want to leave the room, which is temporarily the world, a little different from how it was when you first arrived.
That’s about it. The ethos of ‘make change’ prevails above most others- even the one about helping old ladies cross the street- and change is natural, change is good.
You are natural; you are good.
Be natural.
Sam