#pinsetter

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Bowling Pin

Debut: Bowling

Yeah, Bowling! It's the pin, from Bowling! Bowling is a game, so it is fair game for this blog. And the pins are Weird Enemies! The whole point of Bowling is to Defeat as many pins as possible. You are taught to HATE them! It's messed up. I will teach you to love them.

When anthropomorphizing a bowling pin, are you on Team Face On Tip or Team Face On Base? I think both have their merits. Tip is good for if you want to give it a humanoid impression, like it could walk up to you and shake your hand. Hug you. Even... kiss you?! Base, however, is more of a creature, which I imagine waddling around on a bunch of legs or tentacles emerging from the bottom. It would hobble up to you and ask you, "Gleep gwanorb?" Answer carefully, or it might aim its Space Ray Gun at you! In the base design, the tip of the pin could be an antenna, or it could be read as a long-haired creature that tied its hair up in a tall bun!

You know something messed up? There are more types of bowling pins! No one ever told me that! The classic one we all default to is the Ten-pin, but there are two others! We'll get to them. Biologically, a Ten-pin must abide to the specific standards set by the United States Bowling Congress, adopted by World Bowling. They MUST be 15 inches (380 mm) tall, 4.75 inches (121 mm) wide at their widest point, and weigh 3 pounds and 8 ounces (1.6 kg), give or take 2 ounces (.057 kg). Wow! These would be some unrealistic standards to live up to, if these were not chunks of carved and coated wood produced specifically to match up to these measurements.

The reason the different pins are pictured with different balls is that they are used in different variations of the game! Candlepin is pretty self-explanatory. It's shaped like a candle. But Duckpin? That looks like a smaller, cuter, more marketable Ten-pin. What's its deal?

My first thought was, it's called a Duckpin because it looks like a duck! It has the one red line like the ring around a male mallard's neck, and it is rather shaped like a duck as seen from the front, overall! How cute! In reality, they are called Duckpins because the way they scatter when hit reminded a duck hunter of a scattering duck flock. Always comes back to violence with poor little Bowling Pin. They have it so rough! They could really use a friend, who's always there to pick them up when they're down.

Name: Pinsetter

Debut: Bowling

Pinsetter is just the sort of friend a Bowling Pin needs! No matter how many times Pin is knocked down, Pinsetter will be there to pick it up and put it back in its deserving spot. If any mean ol' stray Bowling Balls try to land a cheap hit, Pinsetter's sweep bar will block them. Play fair, you bully ball! Pinsetter's job used to be done by human Pin Boys, but there can still be a human in the mix, making sure the machine is clean, and unjamming it if need be. I can only assume this beautiful relationship between human and machine is just like that of horse and rider.

The more I think about it, though, is Pinsetter really helping? It's just putting the pins back in harm's way every single time, facilitating their unending torment. It blocks incoming balls, but only briefly, allowing them to crash through the pins as soon as they're all reset. Why does it do this? Who does it work for? Who is sending all these balls?!

...It's Pinsetter.

Pinsetter does not only set the pins. It detects the score, encouraging players to hit as many pins as possible. It returns the balls, giving them the weapons to do so. Humans think they're playing a game, but Pinsetter is playing them all! It controls the whole operation, driven by nothing but pin bloodlust! Maybe Bowling Ball has been misunderstood, another tortured soul, an unwilling pawn in Pinsetter's twisted game!

Bowling Pins are beautiful creatures. They belong in the wild, or with trustworthy, knowledgeable caretakers. To bowlers, they are an Enemy. To me, they are a Friend.

[wesleysnipesfacts]

Fact #494

Wesley Snipes' maternal grandfather, DeMontford "Buckles" Snipes, invented an industrial greasing agent for pinsetter machines in 1939. The original trade name, "Greasy Buckle," was later changed to "Fubber." In 1977, Puerto Rican greasing legend Hector Luna bought a controlling share in Fubber, which he marketed with great success to Latin American audiences as a long-lasting shoe heel polish.

[ghostincorrectinternetedition]

Terzo: Sometimes, self-care is slathering yourself in baby oil and sliding down the 7th lane of the local bowling alley so the mechanical pinsetter will pick you up and take you to the forbidden place behind the lanes where you can meet with Lucifer in the flesh, but only on Tuesdays.

[dudefrommywesterns]

i did a silly little bowling fic. it doesn't have a title or anything but feel free to read it if you like

Mike watched Chase as he lifted the bowling ball out of the pinsetter. His muscles flexed gorgeously as he lifted that fourteen pound ball. He swung his arm backward and let the ball go. It breezed down the lane and knocked down all the pins except for one. He turned back to his spouse with a grin. When he got the ball again, he hit the last pin. A spare.

Mike sighed as they retrieved their ball. Ten pounds. It weighed heavily on their fingers. They reached the line and pathetically threw the ball toward the pins. It unceremoniously landed in the gutter. They groaned.

They turned to Chase and pouted. "At this rate, I'm going to lose by 100 points. Again."

"I can help you with the next one."

"Okay."

When it was Mike's turn again, after Chase had gotten a strike, they retrieved their ball and waited at the line. Chase came up behind them and guided their arms.

"Swing back more, and bend your knees. Like this."

Mike flustered with his touch and the feeling of his lips so close to their ear.

"You're making it hard to focus.”

"Yeah?" he asked with a hint of amusement,

"Yeah. Move away from my ear. And step back, it's hard to move my feet back.”

Chase moved back but maintained his light touch on their arms.

"Now swing and bend your knees a little."

Chase guided their arm as they swung and they let go of the ball.

"Four pins left. Not bad."

Mike grabbed their ball and swung again, this time on their own. Another one in the gutter.

They groaned and returned to their husband. They wrapped their arms around him and slid their face into the crook of his neck.

"Baby," they whined. "Why do you have to be such a better bowler than me?"

"It's not hard to be a better bowler than you."

"That's mean."

"I tried to help," he said.

"I know," Mike said as they dropped their arms and stepped back from his warm chest. "I just suck at everything sporty. I wish I was athletic like you. I'm just so awkward and clumsy."

"I think it's cute," Chase said.

"No, you don't."

"Yeah, I do," he pressed. "I like when you pout and run into my arms."

"You're making me sound like a baby."

Chase laughed softly. "And I really like helping you bowl."

"It never works. I still suck."

"Do you have fun?" Chase asked, taking his seat.

Mike looked at him as if he'd asked the stupidest question on Earth. "Of course I have fun! I'm with you. It's impossible not to have fun with you."

Chase blushed and cleared his throat. "Uh, nachos?"

"Always," Mike replied.

Chase stood and hurried to the food counter. Their eyes dropped to his ass as he walked away.

Mike could never fathom how they got so lucky. Chase was gorgeous. He was 5’10, softly muscular, and had shiny blond hair. He was everything Mike felt they could never deserve.

He returned with a smile and a plate of nachos to share.

"What?" he asked them, noticing their staring.

"Nothing. I'm just admiring how absolutely beautiful you are."

Chase looked down at himself. "I'm in jeans and a t-shirt."

"You always look beautiful beyond words."

Chase fought a smile. "Eat the nachos."

Chase won their first game 129 to 63. They still had another game to go.

Mike did as pitifully as before and Chase was still willing to help them. Maybe being awful at bowling wasn't so bad if it made their husband put his hands on them.

"I love you," he said into their ear like it was a secret between them.

“Mm. We're bowling. You're my competitor."

"Don't care."

He guided their hand back and pressed a kiss to their neck as they let go of the ball. It only knocked over a few pins.

"Hey!" Mike shouted. "You did that on purpose. You're not trying to help me anymore."

"I am!" Chase shouted defensively. "You smell so good. I can't help it."

"Yeah right."

Chase pressed another kiss to their neck. He whispered into their hair, "I'm not lying."

"Stop, there are kids here."

Chase kissed their neck again, this time long and slow. "Mm. I like how your skin tastes."

"It's your turn."

Chase kissed their neck again.

"Come on, baby, are we going to finish this game or what?"

"Okay," Chase conceded.

He bowled another spare, much to Mike's annoyance. He was just so much better at every game they played against him. Except trivia and some arcade games.

Mike knew they were going to lose.

Chase was very lucky he looked pretty when he bowled.

The way his muscles moved. The way his hair fell into his face. The grin he always flashed when he got a strike. Mike could stare at him forever.

Then it was their last turn. Another gutter ball. Pathetic. They lost 241 to 110.

"We all saw that coming," Mike said.

Chase slung an arm around their shoulder. "I love bowling with you."

"Of course you do. You always win."

"Yeah. And I love being with you."

"Shush," Mike said, grabbing the plate of nachos.

"I'll take our shoes back," Chase said. "Meet you at the car?"

"Meet you at the car," Mike affirmed.

Mike finished the nachos as they walked and threw the plate in the garbage outside the alley.

It was a chilly night. They hoped their husband would be quick about returning their bowling shoes.

Chase eventually came out and headed toward them. The breeze tossled his hair. Mike bit their lip to stop themselves from telling him how pretty he was. Again.

"Ready?" he asked them. They nodded in reply.

They got into the car and Chase pulled them out of the parking lot.

[yellowskarmory]

glamrock bonnie finds a cat

here's another short one shot that feels like a better tumblr fit than an ao3 fit, though i'm planning on making a drabbles fic on ao3 to fit together all my random unconnected drabbles (i will still post short stuff to tumblr though)

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Someone's cat was in the Pizzaplex. The animatronics had been instructed to give updates on the location of it – who knows why Fazbear Entertainment actually cared, probably so they didn't get dragged into a lawsuit over someone dying of a cat allergy in their complex, but they did.

It had last been seen on the third floor by Freddy, nearby El Chip's. He had sent that message out to all the animatronics, but he also specifically messaged Bonnie because of his current proximity to the cat, being in Bonnie Bowl at the moment.

Bonnie was not thrilled to be directly rounded into the hunt for the cat, but at this point, he didn't have a choice. The company might not care enough to check up on the animatronics' performances in catching the cat, but Freddy would not be thrilled if he knew Bonnie never even tried to help find the cat.

As such, he patrolled the bowling alley – it was a slow day, and there was a human employee. He notified them about the situation and the fact that he might have to leave the bowling alley; the employee seemed relatively uninterested, eventually waving him away.

So, Bonnie began his search. He figured the open areas of the bowling alley were a no-go – someone would've seen and reported it by now – but there were plenty of nooks and crannies the cat could have crawled into.

Finding nothing behind, or worse, caught in the pinsetters was a relief. That was about the only positive experience he had while scanning Bonnie Bowl, however. There were zero signs of the cat anywhere, less than the one patron who yelled at him for "not doing his job". After picking up no allergens on his sensors in the elevator, he decided to mark the bowling alley as clear.

He decided to go down the elevator and do a cursory scan of some other areas on the third floor – not much, but hopefully enough to find the cat if it was wandering somewhere relatively open.

The cat might still be around El Chip's if that was where it was last seen, so Bonnie decided to check the restaurant out first. A few children tried to grab at him on the way, but the third floor was relatively empty, and he was able to get to the restaurant without much issue.

Shortly after walking in, Bonnie heard a quiet "mew". His ears perked up – nobody else seemed to have heard it, which was expected given how advanced his hearing was, even compared to the other animatronics. Another mew followed, and Bonnie tried to pinpoint the location the mews were coming from.

Eventually, he managed to track it down to the Superstarcade, and found it in one of the vents. Currently, a mini music man toy was "guarding" the vent, and the cat clearly didn't know whether to be curious or scared, repeatedly entering the vent only to jump back out in fear.

Bonnie heard Freddy's footsteps rumbling in the arcade, and he sent him a message that he had cornered the cat and was about to capture it. The footsteps grew louder and sounded like they were coming towards him, so he assumed the bear had gotten his message.

The cat had just jumped out of the vent again. Bonnie opened his stomach hatch, and grabbed the cat. It hissed, clearly unhappy to be picked up, but Bonnie was an animatronic and was quite strong, and was pretty easily able to store it in his stomach hatch. He'd hang onto the guy there until he could get over to security.

The cat made a bid for freedom, but Bonnie noticed and shoved it back inside, actually closing the hatch this time. What he hadn't realized is what Freddy had seen.

"Bonnie, did you just eat the cat?" Freddy questioned.

[the42ur3genes]

STRANDED...

The most cheerful place isn't always fun and games, and Bowlerville is unfortunately no exception...

This is my entry to this week's "Draw Your Characters Doing Stuff - Crystal Edition" theme, 'Stranded'.

Team Tumblers may enjoy falling over from ball beasts, but not falling down from heights! A machine failure has caused the pinsetter to stop midway in its way to the lanes, and now the entire team is left holding on to their handles, or they are going to fall to their demise (which is actually nonexistent, but they weren't aware of it)!

Will the bowlers be aware of the ruckus caused by the pin team in time for them to save Team Tumblers, or by the time they come to the rescue it would already be too late?

[kitttenteeth]

i’m sorry i used ur boyfriend as a bowling ball and let him get taken away by the pinsetter machine. i thought it would b funny And i was right

[kn1ght-writing]

Bowling Alley Date (final)

they went down to the bowling alley to put their names into the machine and they both watched as the pinsetter placed all the pins down. “Alright, it’s your turn.” Elecman told Quickman. Quickman nodded as he went to choose his bowling ball and went up to the lane and rolled his ball, which knocked 4 pins while the next ball he rolled knocked 2, 6 in total. Elecman went ahead and got his ball and smiled at Quickman, which made Quick’s mechanisms skip a beat, and rolled the ball down the lane knocking 8 pins and the next ball, knocking all pins down. “Well I'll have you know that you’re playing against a pro right here!” Quickman blurted out as he got his ball and quickly rolled the ball down the lane without having a moment to think, the ball rolled into the gutter, Elecman bursted into laughter when he saw that. Quickman stomped his foot down when his ball went to the gutter and got another ball. “Watch this!” Quickman shouted as he turned towards the lane then turned back. “Also don’t try this.” he warned as he lifted the ball with both hands and threw the ball, the ball hit all ten pins. Quickman looked in all directions to make sure an employee didn’t see him, then turned around to look at Elecman. He looked surprised but impressed at the same time and he was clapping. “I was not expecting that to even work but that’s quite impressive!” Elecman admitted. “I told you you’re playing with a pro!” Quickman replied with pride as he bowed. The two continued on with the game, Elecman ended up winning the round. “Man, I was only going easy on you because I didn’t know if you have played before.” Quickman lied. “Yeah right. You’re just saying that because you’re embarrassed to admit that you lost to me!” Elecman laughed. “Whatever. Do you want to go get a slice of pizza with me? I’ll pay.” Quickman offered, trying to change the subject, as he took out a small red wallet. “Sounds good.” Elecman replied as he smiled at him. “Before I forget, thanks for inviting me, I had a great time!" Elecman thanked. "No problem! If you want, we can meet up again when there's time for you." Quickman explained as they went to the small pizza shop in the corner of the bowling alley.

[onceandfutureoshainspector]

- ... i don’t know how to respond to this. this is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen. talk about beating swords into ploughshares.

- looking at the terminal, it seems our friends Mark Wilson and Matt Stevens originally had the idea to modify a ball return machine to let Thomas bowl again, and when that didn't work they fully drove out to an army surplus centre and either bought or stole a Fat Man. they then modified a bunch of bowling balls to fit it and nearly killed a customer when it shot a ball straight through a fucking wall (doubtless the structural damage alluded to earlier).

Mark: Gotta record this so's I don't forget later. After we closed up for the night, Matt and I split a couple of pitchers while cleaning the pinsetters and we got to talking about Thomas. I just can't believe he's gonna be stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. And now he ain't never gonna have the chance to bowl that perfect game he's been so close ta. So it's like quarter of three and we're shootin' the balls back up the return and checking the motors and all and we get this this really good idea! Thomas' arms still work. So maybe we could use one them ball returns, but hook it up to a stronger motor and mount it on a board or something. He could launch the balls out of it and down the lane! It'd be like an awesome bowling gun!

    - sweet, heart touching, what in the ever living fuck were you two knuckleheads drinking. holy shit, you didn’t think to take it outside for a test run?

        - these guys were so invested in including their friend, which softens my heart to them, but oh my god were they out of their trees.

[trondheimimmigrant]

Fluency

Five years into learning and working in Norwegian and the time when I most feel like I can't speak the language is online shopping. Specifically, navigating Elkjøp's website. Clas Ohlson is almost as bad, but they at least have more clear section navigation.

Often the reason I am shopping online is cause what I want is a less common item. Or a particular form of an item, hence why I am trying to buy it online - the saga of attempting to acquire a butter dish is a good example - but often it's just a lot of vocabulary that I don't have. Words that are so basic to Norwegian's that it isn't in the dictionary. Or even worse people don't talk about it online so I can't translate it.

I just want some metal kitchen tongs! After 20 minutes of searching here is what I have learnt.

tenger = Hair curling irons or pliers

tang = pliers

stekespade = spatula

pinsett = tweezers

STEKEPINSETT = KITCHEN TONGS

.....and Elkjøp doesn't sell any.

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[casketvamps]

also a little kid marched right up to me while i was cleaning a table with very Proper Posture and he looked up at me and said "excuse me. i got my bowling ball stuck. and i need Your Help please" so i was just like "thank you for telling me" and i went and got it for him despite being scared as fuck to crawl around so close to the pinsetter because he was just so polite

[absolutesort]

date :  day thirty-three  /  afternoon

location :    on the grass in the villa.

featuring :     charlene  /  @guttcd

            frankie’s bored out of her mind. she’s already been to the gym twice today, made out with miles a few times, listened as others talk endlessly about how they’re feeling in their couples, nodding at the right times despite only half paying attention.  at least the others are getting to actually leave the villa and do normal shit like grocery shopping and canoeing.  frankie’s feeling so starved of activity that she’s resorted to lining up a load of water bottles like bowling pins in a triangle formation, a net bag of oranges serving as her pinsetter.  steely focused on the centre pin ( or bottle, ‘josh’ written across the side blue italics ) she draws back her arm, takes a run up, and arches her arm forward, releasing the tangerine. it skitters across the grass, hitting the centre water bottle square in the middle and sending three others down with it.  “ woah ! ”  jumping with excitement that her stupid game is actually playable, she turns to see if any islanders had witnessed it, despite her lousy four-pin feat.  “ did you see that ? ”  she shouts across at the curly haired girl who naomi’s currently mugging off, hand cupped over her eyes to block out the sun. was it chantelle ?  something like that.  “ hey, you up for a game of bowling ? ”

[mortifiedandawesome]

Watch "How does a Bowling Pinsetter Machine work? (Brunswick GS-X)" on YouTube

[twdgs]

oh huh. learned that pinsetter machines in bowling alleys can kill you

[anumberofhobbies]

How does a Bowling Pinsetter Machine work? (Brunswick GS-X)