A Pac-Man Christmas Fantasy
In the coming weeks, days and years, I will begin archiving my Pac-Man collection on this website: listing each item I own and writing about it. It’s something I’ve been meaning to do for a while, in case someone tries to burn it all and collect the money (I suspect Pinky). Of the numbered items in this bedroom, I own #1 (two of them), #6, #7, #8, #9, #10 and #13. I have no idea where to get a Pac-Man nightgown, though I’ve been known to wear girl’s nightgowns.
Above: Scan from the amazing www.vintagecomputing.com.
Look at that crap. At one time, I could have owned all this for under $300, including a Pac-Man jumpsuit. Oh, hurry Christmas…Hurry FAST!
This is also a call to arms. The First Church of Pac-Man hasn’t been updated since 2004: I’m declaring my site the new church of Pac-Man, and I need your help coming up with a name for my church. This is a reformation. Getting back to the roots of fundamentalist Pac-Man.
Billy Mitchell, the Pac-Man Champion, is a world-class douche. Together, we’ll cast him out of the Pac-Man community.
Is you is, or is you ain’t my constit’ency?
Stay tuned for the first entry in the near future …
Shown: At confessional.
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Do you have any of the Pac Man scratch of bubble gum cards? Pro-tip: After 25 years or so, those little dots don’t scratch off at all.
As for a name, how about Wakka-wakka-wakka-pedia: Our Lady of the Neverending Token.
I DO have those little scratch off cards and, no, they don’t scratch off. They are very sad.
Dude, wakka-pedia! You just named it. Jeff Sparkman, everyone!
Thank you, I’ll be here all week. Please tip the veal and be sure to try your waitress.