December 2008
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1.Dec.2008
I have a new nemesis in Portland. He’s a clean-cut looking guy—wears sensible jeans and heather gray t-shirts. He doesn’t know me (yet), but I know him. On a regular basis, I arrive at my favorite arcade to find him playing Ms. Pacman. He consistently posts a high score that is unbeatable under my current skill level. Now, I’m pretty damn good at Ms. Pacman. But just...