Thursday, March 8, 2012
The "game" of LIFE
Emmy: "Ansel, where did your kids and your wife go?"
Ansel: "I gave my kids up for adoption. They were too expensive. And I threw my wife out the window."
Savanna: "Then you have to go to jail."
Ansel: "There is no jail in this game"
Ansel: "Emmy give me back the money I gave you. I felt sorry for you because you were poor, but now I want it back!"
Emmy: "You can't take back money that you gave me."
Savanna: "Taxes, Shmaxes. I don't want any nice roads."
Ansel: "I don't want to play this anymore!"
Emmy: "You can't just walk away from the game, Ansel, just because you are losing."
Savanna: "Look, everyone on the cover is laughing and happy. Why are you so mad?"
Ansel: "Whoops, the game just fell on the floor. See ya on the flip side guys."
ME in my head: "This "game" is a little too real to be fun at all. What glutton for castigation thought it would be fun to create a game where you are pummeled by the traumatizing anxieties of adulthood? Milton Bradley, what were you thinking? I want to play the game of "Childhood" where there is no such thing as taxes or insurance or salaries.....just kick the can and candy in my pockets"