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Pac-Man turns 30 . . . no, not the football player - the game!
This concludes our blogging week, because I have a bunch of DVDs to catch up on and because no one feels like working (or reading blogs) after noon on Fridays between mid-May and early September.
If you must keep yourself occupied this afternoon, check out this piece by Deitsch on The Cleveland Plain Dealer's LeBron beat writer.
Beyond that, enjoy the Subway Series, the NBA and NHL, Army-Cornell lacrosse and the extremely cool Google home page in celebration of Pac-Man's 30th anniversary.
During the 1981-82 school year, I was employed in the game room of Willard Straight Hall, where I mostly gave out change and listened to the Pac-Man theme song on the machine next to my desk approximately 200 times per shift.
I still haven't gotten it out of my head. Make it stop!
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