Forty-Six: Dominate me, Pac-Man.

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Pac-Man turned 30th yesterday! I can't believe I'm almost as old as Pac-Man! hehe.

For me, Pac-Man is always shaded with an awkward, semi-borrowed nostalgia because while most people think of this when they think of Pac-Man, I think of this. You see, the podunk town I grew up in didn't have an arcade, so I didn't ever interact with the arcade version of games. The closest I got to an arcade, in fact, was the Ms. Pac-Man cocktail table at the Pizza Hut one town south-east of us.

Le sigh...

No, friends, the Pac-Man I loved was an Atari 2600 port. Watch a commercial for it here and here; learn about it (and all things Atari) here.

Wanna play some Atari on your computer? Here's a great emulator (though, without the black-orange-red joystick, it's slightly less fun).

In other news...
Those sparkly blue stars on Mr. Arrow in the fifth panel are bits of gaybar dance-glitter. You cannot *not* come home covered in glitter if you've gone dancing at the gaybar. [Side Note: It's been said that glitter is the herpes of the craft world, but here in Austin where crafting is a DIY-punk love-in way of life; the herpes of the craft world is actual herpes.]

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