1000 Times Yes: Trivial Pursuits »
Laughing out loud thanks to Chris Weingarten aka @1000TimesYes’s collection of tweets responding to Pitchfork’s new board game column. (Yeah, uh, what?) His blog post below:
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I know its corny to shit on Pitchfork, but I’m in absolute fucking hysterics over their new “board game reviewer.”
“Yet there’s something thrilling about shaking a fistful of dice. The clatter of the bones against felt or tabletop is a visceral pleasure. And there’s that breathless moment when everything settles and you’re reading the results. “
@1000TimesYes: The ecstatic joy of climbing a ladder to the unknowable heavens, only to be thwarted by a shameful slide down a chute.
@1000TimesYes: The sublime burst of sound of a Pop-A-Matic Trouble bubble, like the shock of being expelled from the womb, truly a primal experience, that.
@1000TimesYes: A land literally made of candy. You wander breathlessly, anticipating the sugary-yet-bitter release of Molasses Swamp.
@maxsidman: The barely missed attempt at feeding the ravenous hippo, only to leave it languishing unfulfilled, still so hungry, hungry.
@PopJew: The mouse that evades the trap, a white whale to your carefully crafted tower of fragility.
@jeremymeyers: How like life, when seven wooden squares present themselves, a Q with no U. How like life, and love
@kuujjuaq: Thus the titular exclamation “Sorry!” adopts a surprising depth of meaning, ranging from glee to spite to the ache of sympathy
@jtramsay: Consider Pictionary, in which we try to bridge the gulf between sign, signifier and signified.
@bisongator: Yes, yet as children we knew war reduced a man. A tribute to our fathers, maybe, each sunk vessel, every utterence of “battleship.”
@shallowrewards: I turn to my featureless pink wife, recognizing her for the first time; the wheel of LIFE ticks on, like an Autechre B-side.
@cureforbedbugs: The “Risk” is, of course, no real risk for hegemonic transnational corporatists moving laterally through globalized space.
@tsmallon: Forceps gripped betwixt fingers damp, I embrace the God complex; all hinges on the Operation. A Merzbowian BZZT tolls the end.
@warmandpunchy: “Does he have a beard?” “Are her eyes blue?” The questions your opponent asks are windows into their body-aesthetic values.
@schoonier: In those pants, a melange of insects bustles hither and thither, building a new community, a symbol of humanity’s will.
@unbornwhiskey: But have you ever thought that Monopoly actually critiques the system it exemplifies?
