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Where Arcade Games Go When They Die
My friend Andy explores the incredible FunSpot. I grew up nearby; Funspot was a Mecca to my 12-year-old self, a kind of gaming Parthenon just a few towns away. Parents had to be whined, bribed, or bullied into taking the inevitable small tribe of boys there.
I haven’t been back to it in years, and was afraid it would lose its charm. It hasn’t. At least in Andy’s review.
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Yes, that's a silly title, and no, it doesn't mean too much, besides a hint that this blog of mine doesn't have a strict theme. Things that I obsess over include but are not limited to: synthetic/systems biology, urban planning and economics, politics, web technology and publishing, craft beer, and bicycles. My curiosity is probably both my biggest asset and my biggest liability. So! You can also find me on twitter as @candometa, on facebook, and last.fm.
