I recently dominated a game of Pac-Man. High score = totally gnarly and rad.
Unlike my childhood, I played while wearing my four-month-old daughter in a baby carrier.
I also recently met Mr. T at Boston Comic Con. Well, I should be clear--a Mr. T impersonator. I posted this pic on Facebook and folks got a bit confused.
A fitting pair of events, as I once began every day by eating my Mr. T cereal and loading up on Pac-Man vitamins.