So tonight I went to the groundbreaking ceremony for the expansion of the Museum of the Moving Image, terribly underdressed in my work-at-home clothes surrounded by politicos in suits, and kind of wondering why I bothered. But after the ceremony, roaming the gallery and new since the last time I'd been on the 3rd floor (because when you're a member, and you go all the time, you never actually go; I go to see a movie, see it, leave) was an old arcade Super Breakout, and there I was, young again, boppin' away on my 2600.
I wasn't very happy at first. The high score was 180, and I wasn't coming close. The bonus came at 400. But of course, an addiction is an addiction is an addiction, and I kept hitting for a new game, and slowly but surely the Super Breakout skills started to come back. I finally got the high score, and decided to walk away. But then I got around ten steps and turned back, because I hadn't gotten my 400 for the bonus game... After I got myself a 500 and had proven I could still bring my game to the Super Breakout paddle, I finally tore myself away. I'm still a little surprised I didn't keep hitting that new game button until every politico had left, and they had to drag my away.
This is why I like it that I have one of those 2000-era Atari in-a-controller emulators. And this is why I never actually turn it on. Because once I start in on that Super Breakout, I ain't stopping. This is also why it's not always a good idea for me to have Entenmann's holiday pop-ems, M&Ms or Doritos hanging around in large quantities.