Pac-Man Turns 25![]() Pac-Man,
that cultural icon from the 80's, turned 25 this month. If, like me, you're a
child of the 80's, than chances are you spent a good portion of your free time
in one of the many arcades in your home town. I grew up playing Gorf, Commando, Tempest, Donkey Kong, Galaga , and of course, Pac-Man when I should have been pursuing more
scholarly or athletic pursuits. It's amazing how fast time goes by. It doesn't
seem that long ago I was wasting my allowance at the arcade next to the movie
theater, desperately trying to finish Dragon's
Lair, or rescue my wayward spaceman Major Havoc (which was my favorite game). Now I
look around and I find that the arcades are all gone, replaced by Subway's and
nail salons. My future kid will never have the chance to ride his/her
skateboard to the local arcade and blow the $5 meant for lunch money on an
old-school arcade machine in hopes of gaining temporary fame as the holder of
the high score on Tron, or just for the chance to enter in those
obligatory initials 'FUK' on Dig-Dug. Ingrained so deeply into my psyche are
the arcade games from my past that I built my own free-standing arcade machine
(using X-Arcade as my controller) and have managed to
collect thousands of MAME games.
For your enjoyment, right-click on these Pac-Man games from the past and relive the glory days of your youth: Jr. Pac-Man Ms. Pac-Man Pac-Mania Pac-Man Plus To play, visit either Mame.net and download their latest version of Mame, or MacMame for the Macintosh. Posted: Thu - June 16, 2005 at 07:06 PM | |
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I had a dream last night about a dog that was made out of grass. It looked like a cross between a Bull Terrier and Labrador, and it seemed very happy. It had deep expressive eye sockets, but no eyes. It was circling me, wagging its grassy doggy tail and staring up at me with its dark grassy eyeless sockets. Green drool was dripping off its grassy tongue and onto my shoes. Slowly, it began to change color. Splotches of tan spread across its body. The grassy tail stopped wagging. It turned, and the dog made of grass walked through the gate and into my backyard, where it laid down and died. Its green body had turned to the color of wheat. Apparently unable to hold the shape of a dog any longer, it now resembled a small pile of dead grass that was slowly being blown away by the wind.
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