« Muslims Make Every Day Flag Day | Main | It's probably nothing... »
July 26, 2016
In 1999, he achieved the Holy Grail of arcade gaming, executing the first-ever perfect game on Pac-Man.
He stands squarely with his feet planted shoulder-width apart, his back straight, and his knees bent slightly, in the stance of a baseball batter, taut and balanced. Staring intently at the screen, his loose hold on the joystick occasionally tightens into a full-fisted grip, and his hand jerks with a violent thrust, up or down, left or right. Even well past the easier early levels, Ms. Pac-Man, the hero-character Mitchell manipulates, whips around the board, darting through the pathways of the maze at flawlessly executed angles. The game’s four ghosts, charged with tracking down and “killing” Ms. Pac-Man, are hopelessly overmatched. Mitchell taunts and teases his pursuers, leading them into harmless circles, grouping them together and pulling them apart with such exact command that it almost seems that some flaw in the wiring has given his joystick direct control of the bad guys. -- The Perfect Man
Posted by gerardvanderleun at July 26, 2016 7:02 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
Your Say
My wife and I watched the critically-panned movie "Pixels" this weekend. Sounds like the main characters were drawn from reality after all.
Posted by: Kevin Baker ![[TypeKey Profile Page]](http://americandigest.org/sidelines/nav-commenters.gif)
at July 26, 2016 1:27 PM
What a boring way to spend your life. Glad I was born a Hoover baby. Just wish it had been 10 years earlier.
Posted by: BillH at July 26, 2016 1:52 PM
Does this appear on his resume?
Posted by: Vermont Woodchuck at July 26, 2016 2:18 PM
BillH...you're a Hoover baby? You liked to play with vacuum cleaners?
Posted by: Mumblix Grumph at July 26, 2016 10:25 PM
Got him beat. Once made it three weeks without getting yelled at by my wife.
Posted by: Neither more nor less at July 27, 2016 8:52 AM