More antique joy

It’s important to note that I’ve taken up the habit of snacking on cashews. I have a big bag of them in the kitchen, and once in awhile I’ll grab a handful of them and wander around our spacious home, popping them into my mouth and enjoying the cashewy goodness. Just something I’d like to say, that’s all. AngelA and I went to the antique show this weekend. Both of my longtime readers will recall that the last visit scored me a freakin’ Vectrex, but alas, this time that vendor couldn’t even find his 2600 carts and the best I could get from him was this funky number stamp that auto-increments each time you stamp it. It’s heavy and comes in the original box. It’s a little besoin de oil and ink, but that’s ok, because what exactly do I plan on stamping and numbering? Or rather, what don’t I plan on stamping and numbering? The big score was in the board games department, where I got the fever. Pac Man fever, that is. I got the Pac Man and Ms Pac Man board games. There’s a bit of sexism in the vintage board games industry, I reckon, since Mr. Man cost $10 more than Ms. Man. Still, both were made in the early 80’s, and I don’t think they had pay equity back then. While both games have all their pieces, that’s only really true if you don’t count instructions as a piece. I didn’t have too much trouble figuring out what the rules must have been, but I’m a bit amazed at how much nudity there was in the children’s board game field back in the day. The Pac Man game has a board that’s like a Pac Man maze – there are holes that marbles fit into, and the playing pieces are plastic Pac Men that actually eat the marbles. AngelA thought it was a bad idea for little kids to have marbles, but I think it’s pretty cool that I very likely bought some 20 year old spit. Anyway, I’m setting up the board, got me a handful of marbles, and AngelA gives me a bite of her cookie. I chew, swallow, and hey, remember that first paragraph about the cashews? Yep, I popped a marble into my mouth. It’s amazing how a shiny, smooth white marble can seem so clean and so dirty at the same time…

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