The Game Theory

One semi-retired sore-head, upon first hearing the term, “The Game Theory,” snorted, “Hah! It ain’t no theory.”

One listener told me tha, although he did have some understanding of the revolution “having no name,” that to himself he still oftimes thought of it as being, “The Increasing Ability To Tell Friend From Foe.”  (I did kinda like that, and almost told him what would be the natural extension of it, to wit, “And The Ultimate Blurring Of The Two.")

While firmly in his favorite chair, this typesetter announced, “You can shave your head, you can shave some points in the game, but you can’t make a ‘clean sweep’ if the Sahara has the home field advantage.”  To wit, his mate’s voice replied, “At times, you enunciate some of the most profound ideas subject to human comprehension, and at other times, what you say is incongruity writ-large and in neon, and the problem has now become that I have increasing difficulty distinguishing between the two.”  (Three to one, she will eventually write me a letter about this.)

This other little guy tugged at my sleeve and told me, “My trick is that I always try to think in over my head.”

Last month I stumbled across this little young planet, (its name started with an “S”…I don’t really recall, but it was something like either the “Safe Planet,” or the “Sluggish Planet,” or something there-abouts...at any rate), what was interesting was that there, you even receive detailed user directions with pencils and toilet paper.

J.