Pacman Quotes

If Pac-Man had affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in dark rooms, munching pills and listening to repetitive electronic music.

You do know how to play pinochle?" Mr. D eyed me suspiciously. "I'm afraid not," I said. "I'm afraid not, sir," he said. "Well," he told me, "it is, along with gladiator fighting and Pac-Man, one of the greatest games ever invented by humans. I would expect all civilized young men to know the rules.

My peak? Would I even have one? I hardly had had anything you could call a life. A few ripples. some rises and falls. But that's it. Almost nothing. Nothing born of nothing. I'd loved and been loved, but I had nothing to show. It was a singularly plain, featureless landscape. I felt like I was in a video game. A surrogate Pacman, crunching blindly through a labyrinth of dotted lines. The only certainty was my death.

Pac-Man? Or is it Donkey Kong?” In truth, it looked a little more violent and military. A slow grin spread over his face. “Baseball. Think maybe you could stand behind me and give me a few pointers?

The bragging was the worst. I hear this in schools all over the country, in cafés and restaurants, in bars, on the Internet, for Pete's sake, on buses, on sidewalks: Women yammering about how little they eat. Oh, I'm Starving, I haven't eaten all day, I think I'll have a great big piece of lettuce, I'm not hungry, I don't like to eat in the morning (in the afternoon, in the evening, on Tuesdays, when my nails aren't painted, when my shin hurts, when it's raining, when it's sunny, on national holidays, after or before 2 A.M.). I heard it in the hospital, that terrible ironic whine from the chapped lips of women starving to death, But I'm not hun-greeee. To hear women tell it, we're never hungry. We live on little Ms. Pac-Man power pellets. Food makes us queasy, food makes us itchy, food is too messy, all I really like to eat is celery. To hear women tell it we're ethereal beings who eat with the greatest distaste, scraping scraps of food between our teeth with our upper lips curled. For your edification, it's bullshit.

My mind has claws and sets of teeth if left unchecked it will eat and eat -Depressive Pacman

GTA came from Pac-Man. The dots are the little people. There's me in my little, yellow car. And the ghosts are policemen.

Like Pac-Man, she swallows my ghosts.

Dionysus snorted. “Oh, I didn’t want you particularly. Any of you silly heroes would do. That Annie girl—” “Annabeth.” “The point is,” he said, “I pulled you into party time to deliver a warning. We are in danger.” “Gee,” I said. “Never would’ve figured that out. Thanks.” He glared at me and momentarily forgot his game. Pac-Man got eaten by the red ghost dude. “Erre es korakas, Blinky!” Dionysus cursed. “I will have your soul!” “Um, he’s a video game character,” I said. “That’s no excuse! And you’re ruining my game, Jorgenson!” “Jackson.” “Whichever!

The Plutocracy’s insatiable hunger for pixelated information is enough to put a bulimic Pac-Man to shame

None of the questions was what I expected. Most of them were esoteric thought experiments, 'How would you turn Pride and Prejudice into a video game?' and 'If you added a button to Pac-Man, what would you want it to do?' Conundrums like 'How come when Mario jumps he can change direction in midair?

For Ms. Pac-Man, Anna thought, life was cheap and filled with second chances.

Popping M&M’s in the air and going after them and chomping them like Pac-Man. I actually gained weight in space, which no one ever does. The doctors were confounded, but I just loved eating up there.

Based on my reading, the human brain is mostly a voracious consumer of patterns, a soft pudgy gray Pac-Man of concepts. Games are just exceptionally tasty patterns to eat up.

Pac-Man Maybe Pac-Man, is a story about all the endings you can stomach in a lifetime,

Skyrim-inspired sweet rolls and classic BioShock cream-filled cakes and maraschino truffle odes to Pac-Man cherries.

Solculuk Pac-Man oyunu gibidir. Çok fazla sola giderseniz, kendinizi bir anda en sağ uçta bulursunuz.

By controlling the mass media – television, newspapers, radio, and print – the secret organization with the code name, Rothfellers, convinced people on earth to rebuild their weapons systems as a means of providing money and jobs for everyone. Computer games such as Tron, Space Commander, Defender, and PacMan, replaced Monopoly and other home games during the last of the twentieth century. The games were a scheme of the Rothfellers, with the aid of President Sam Emen, to secretly prepare young boys and girls for nuclear wars by programming their minds to handle computertized warfare. Such preparation would be useful, once the draft was brought into full force.

Staring down at my wrist, I can’t believe what I’m looking at. This adorably sweet and sexy man has just placed a very colorful linked bracelet of the cutest Pac-Man on my wrist. It has a yellow Pac-Man with the blue, red, pink, and orange monsters on it. “I love it!” I manage as I swallow back my tears of joy. I throw myself around him and say, “Thank you.” He lifts me up and twirls me just once before setting me down. “Happy?” Smiling up at him, I respond, “More than happy.

Manny has swung with many men, but many men never seen Manny's blissful swing.

Nintendo not letting itself make a browser Mario game has not stopped a flash flood of in-browser Mario games. Super Mario Flash, New Super Mario Bros. Flash, Infinite Mario, and the amazing Super Mario Crossover, which lets you play the original SMB games using characters from Castlevania, Excitebike, Ninja Gaidan, and more. (If you like that, try Abobo's Big Adventure.) There are free (and unlicensed) Mario games where he rides a motorbike, takes a shotgun to the Mushroom Kingdom, decides to fight with his fists, is replaced by Sonic, replaces Pac-Man in a maze game, and plays dress-up. They receive no admonition from Nintendo's once-ferocious legal department. Why not? Iwata's explanation is commonsensical: "[I]t would not be appropriate if we treated people who did someone based on affection for Nintendo as criminals." This is also why no one has been told by lawyers to stop selling Wario-as-a-pimp T-shirts.

If only the real world operated like Elfscape,” Pwnage said, chewing. “If only marriages worked that way. Like every time I did something right I earned man points until I was a grand-master level-hundred husband. Or when I was a jackass to Lisa I’d lose points and the closer I was to zero the closer I’d be to divorce. It would also be helpful if these events came with associated sound effects. Like that sound when Pac-Man shrivels up and dies. Or when you bid too high on The Price Is Right. That chorus of failure.

When the game made its way to America, it was meant to be called Puck Man. They decided to call it Pac-Man as teenagers could easily use graffiti to alter the “P” in “Puck Man” so it would read… something else.

Times were changing in the world of id. They had finally fired Jason, narrowing the group to Carmack, Romero, Adrian, and Tom. But something else was in the air. The Reagan-Bush era was finally coming to a close and a new spirit rising. It began in Seattle, where a sloppily dressed grunge rock trio called Nirvana ousted Michael Jackson from the top of the pop charts with their album Nevermind. Soon grunge and hip-hop were dominating the world with more brutal and honest views. Id was braced to do for games what those artists had done for music: overthrow the status quo. Games until this point had been ruled by their own equivalent of pop, in the form of Mario and Pac-Man. Unlike music, the software industry had never experienced anything as rebellious as Wolfenstein 3-D. The

A good sailboat (and skipper) works with the sea and therefore reaps the benefits of kinship with the world that no amount of money can buy. When you live in such a pristine environment as the ocean, there is a great deal of pleasure to be derived from feeling like a part of her, rather than her enemy. The rich boater, consuming all in his path (like some kind of marine Pac-Man) to feed his power-hungry leviathan will never know this feeling. The

As soon as we finished eating, we went to the back room where Dave or Bubba had set up half a dozen pool tables. Along the walls were pinball and old video game machines. I’m talking original Pac-Man. It was like this was where old games were put out to pasture.

For many years, video games gave him a person and a place to be, as well as things to do. But an event happens to a pair of eyes after enough hours before a computer screen—they will scan the display and mid-game, shatter. Consoles crack men. It’s massacre. Andrei would thumb plastic so often that his mind would flee reality, as well as the virtual world he was in, and enter a dimension of empty euphoria. But one euphoric day he felt games were a sophisticated way to keep a pig in its own corner. The videogames advanced to become more realistic—but one must not be fooled by decorations. The detail-rich galaxies he found himself investing his life in were in fact the same galaxy as Pacman or Tetris: 1s and 0s.

Being a kid in 1978 was pretty amazing. Not only were arcades on the rise, but Garfield, that lovable lasagna-eating orange cat, was in just about every newspaper across the country, Superman was in theaters for the first time, the Bee Gees were topping the music charts with songs from Saturday Night Fever, and The Incredible Hulk was the number one TV show in America. Like I said, it was a good time to be a kid.

Space Invaders was the first shooter game—Halo’s great-great-great-grandfather.

We need to develop a more nuanced mental map of the digital landscape. Social media is not synonymous with the internet, smartphones are not equivalent to desktop computers or laptops, PacMan is not World of Warcraft, and the 2006 version of Facebook is not the 2024 version of TikTok. Almost all of it is more harmful to preteens than to older teens. I’m not saying that 11-year-olds should be kept off the internet. I’m saying that the Great Rewiring of Childhood, in which the phone-based childhood replaced the play-based childhood, is the major cause of the international epidemic of adolescent mental illness. We need to be careful about which kids have access to which products, at which ages, and on which devices. Unfettered access to everything, everywhere, at any age has been a disaster, even if there are a few benefits.

games like Taito’s Space Invaders were not designed with the peculiarities of the Atari VCS in mind. Sprites were different in many post-1977 arcade games. Most important, there were often more than two per screen! When faced with the rows of aliens in Space Invaders or the platoon of ghosts that chases Pac-Man, VCS programmers needed to discover and use methods of drawing more than two sprites, even though only two one-byte registers were available.

Whenever my mom talks too much, I say she has Pac-man of the mouth.

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he imagined a nanobot that could swim through the bloodstream and act like Pac-Man, reeling in bad bacteria, viruses, and other pathogens; consuming them; and destroying them. He could program artificial white blood cells to find specific organisms, like many identical locks in search of the matching keys of disease, to cure a systemic infection within hours. Or even simpler: What if the ovoids were messengers and carried stuff from A to B, like artificial red blood cells, but carrying much more oxygen than real cells. You could administer them to heart attack or drowning victims to prevent brain and organ damage. The medical applications for these bots were so numerous, it made his head spin. Eureka-tingling all over again, he couldn’t wait to have Ruth run a computer simulation.

Kalinske wanted Sonic to become an instantly recognizable cultural icon who could define the decade and eventually grow into a multibillion-dollar intellectual property that would continue to pump money into Sega for decades even after he’d left the company. This was why Sega of America had been so protective of Sonic. They didn’t want him to join that long list of videogame characters whose innovative gameplay had made them celebrities but whose lack of dimension had caused them to fade away. They had to make sure that Sonic would find a better fate than one-hit wonders like Dig-Dug, Frogger, or even Mr. & Mrs. Pac-Man, all of which had aged with the ungraceful gawkiness of a former child star.

When asked if he knew about Pac-Man, Reagan quipped: “Someone told me it was a round thing that gobbles up money. I thought it was Tip O’Neill.

Space Invaders went on to set record after record after it invaded the planet. More than four hundred thousand arcade cabinets were made, and the game pulled in more than 3.8 billion dollars by 1982. If you factor in inflation, that would be THIRTEEN BILLION DOLLARS today, making it one of the highest-grossing video games of all time. Yeah. Billion. With a B!

There are a lot of stories about where the name Donkey Kong actually came from—everything from a bad fax that made the Nintendo of America team misread Monkey Kong, thinking the M was a D, to its being named after King Kong. But in the end, Miyamoto said it was simpler than that. They wanted an English name because they knew the game would be a hit in America. The word donkey was used to imply something silly, or dumb, and in Japan, kong is a slang word used for an ape. Basically, Miyamoto and crew were naming the game Silly Ape, but they felt Donkey Kong was, well, just more fun to say.

Jack Insley is even more stunning than I remember. High cheekbones, square jaw, and electric-blue eyes shining at me from behind a pair of dark-rimmed glasses. His blonde hair is spiky from him running his fingers through it, and he’s wearing a pair of Converse with Pacman printed on the side. The whole effect is very geek chic. He’s also shirtless.

The actual figure of Pac-Man came about as I was having pizza for lunch. I took one wedge and there it was, the figure of Pac-Man.

Also, the NFL asked EA to take out a fan favorite a few years back by having them remove the ambulance. Starting in 1992, when a player was injured, an ambulance would zoom on field, pushing (running over) healthy players out of the way to help the injured. It was a lighthearted feature, and while it was a fan favorite, it wasn’t the most sensitive approach to an injury. The ambulance last appeared in 2001.

Creativity is the super big wedge pac-manning fight and flight like flashing ghosts.

Not bad,” I said. “Bwngkabwngkabwngkabwngkabwngka,” she said. An extremely faithful approximation, much closer than my own. “Pac-Man.” “Your turn.” “Tsssschhhhhhrrrrw,” I said. “Defender shot,” she said. “Dyeu! Dyeu, dyeu, dyeu, dyudyudydyeu!” It was a small and round sound, like a skipping record of a bleating lamb. “Asteroids shot,” I said. “PCCCCCH … chchchchchcht.” “Centipede death, followed by counting of the mushrooms, Pwupup … pwupup! Pwupup … pwupup!” “Crazy Climber climbing,” I said without hesitation, and threw her a curve: “SHHHHHHHHHSHHHHHSHHHHH-SHHHHSHHHHHHHH.

I’ve always had the ability to memorize complicated things and remember them. I mastered the Rubik’s Cube by reading a book on it and memorizing the patterns and methods of aligning the colors quickly. I entered a contest at Magic Mountain theme park with a hundred other kids. I did it in 60 seconds, but the kid who won did it in 23. Same for the video games I played. I read a book on how to master Pac-Man. The book had drawings of the patterns he could take in the maze. There were dozens of boards to memorize, but once I did, I could play the game for hours on a single quarter at Chuck E. Cheese.

Unfortunately, calculating square roots was not the Atari 2600’s strong suit.

Minutes later, he and Mrs. Claus were in the air, headed for Sweden behind a team of young back-up reindeer. "Now, Pac-Man! Now, Disco! Now, Yoda and Vader!" Mrs. Claus called out, giving the reins a gentle snap. "On, Ford! On Carter! On, Alda and Nader!

That title, love of her life, she had given away to someone who had neglected to return it when he left. How was it possible that she still believed she loved him? That after more than three years, if even a single thought of him crossed her mind, it bored deeper and deeper, not stopping till it reached her heart, gnawing at her insides like Pacman?

I don't think games need any sort of message to be enjoyable. You can pick up Pac-Man today and have a perfectly great time just based on its mechanics. I understand why you might feel that way though. As you said, paintings face the same problem and when I was younger I would've had that problem with them. I thought a painting needed a "point" to have any value but over time I've come to feel differently. Some pieces of art are just nice to look at and they don't have to be anything more than that to be valuable. As humans we sometimes feel like we're above it all but the truth is we're just biological machines for whom some things are better than others. Most people like the taste of sugar but that isn't some inherent quality of sugar itself, it's most likely an evolutionary adaption to ensure we pile on as much fat whenever we can get our hands on it. For whatever reason, looking at a painting can be enjoyable on a similarly basic level. You can choose to see that as facile - I know I did for a long time - or you can just accept that your brain is wired this way and savour it while you can. If you've ever enjoyed an ice cream cone I think you're already on my side in this debate.

I don't think games need any sort of message to be enjoyable. You can pick up Pac-Man today and have a perfectly great time just based on its mechanics. I understand why you might feel that way though. As you said, paintings face the same problem and when I was younger I would've had that problem with them. I thought a painting needed a "point" to have any value but over time I've come to feel differently. Some pieces of art are just nice to look at and they don't have to be anything more than that to be valuable. As humans we sometimes feel like we're above it all but the truth is we're just biological machines for whom some things are better than others. Most people like the taste of sugar but that isn't some inherent quality of sugar itself, it's most likely an evolutionary adaption to ensure we pile on as much fat whenever we can get our hands on it. For whatever reason, looking at a painting can be enjoyable on a similarly basic level. You can choose to see that as facile - I know I did for a long time - or you can just accept that your brain is wired this way and savour it while you can. If you've ever enjoyed an ice cream cone I think you're already on my side in this debate.

To help members of Congress and their staffs understand the nature of the risk, I invited a computer science and engineering professor from the University of Michigan to visit the Capitol and demonstrate the ease with which a hacker could change an election’s outcome. We gathered in a room in the Capitol Visitor Center, where the professor had set up a paperless voting machine used in numerous states, including swing states like Florida, Pennsylvania, and Virginia. Four senators participated—Senators Lankford, Richard Burr, Claire McCaskill, and me—and the room was filled with staffers who had come to better understand the process. The professor simulated a vote for president, where we were given a choice between George Washington and the infamous Revolutionary War traitor Benedict Arnold. As you might imagine, all four of us voted for George Washington. But when the result came back, Benedict Arnold had prevailed. The professor had used malicious code to hack the software of the voting machine in a way that assured Arnold’s victory, no matter how the four of us had voted. He told us that the machine was very easily hacked, enough so that, in a demonstration elsewhere, he turned one into a video game console and played Pac-Man on it. Can you imagine?