The only happier moment than getting another machine is when you find the right person to take it off your hands.

Happiness is not missing the toilet in the middle of the night.

I've considered getting one of those but it won't help when you are aiming three feet above the john.

Truth is I've been in another sort of hobby like this.

In surfing you have a group of adrenaline junkies that are only happy when the next swell hits and they can surf their brains out until their arms are made of rubber and all is good with the world. But once the waves go flat they are at each others throats fighting and talking about meaningless philosophies.

Very similar to pinball as getting another machine is kind of like the next swell hitting. Nothing else matters and all is right with the world. In medical terms I believe this is called "addiction".