C’mon dirtbags! I know someone else out there plays old video games…we need more scores that aren’t mine for this list!!!
See the rest of the submitted scores here:  http://fencedinarea.com/979represent/?page_id=3299

Game: Pac-Man
Platform: Arcade
Submitter: Atarimatt
Date: 8/14/10
High Score: 145,550

Game: Frogger
Platform: Arcade
Submitter: Atarimatt
Date: 8/14/10
High Score: 19,250

I can’t even come up with something smartass on this one…just a big ass WTF?!

When ever I’m out to eat somewhere I haven’t been before I ALWAYS get the hamburger.  You just never know if you might end up with the best one ever.  Last night I was at the newest Sodelak’s location right next to the Hilton.  I REALLY wanted the chicken fried steak, but thought I’d go ahead and get a new review in.
I figured with this being a mega meat type place…nothing but steaks and shit like that, that my odds were pretty damn good on getting a pretty damn good burger.  Well….while what I got wasn’t a bad burger, it just wasn’t anything special.
What I got was a 1/2 pound patty fresh off the SysCo truck.   When you get your burger and its PERFECTLY round…you know that shit ain’t fresh.   
I’m not gonna go into anymore detail since I have slowly become a burger snob and describing a pre-processed burger is like a beer snob describing a Keystone Light.

So next time you are at Sodelak’s skip the burger and get the chicken fried steak…I wish I had.

Bit Rate 6/10

Here’s some more good drama from the RGP(rec.games.pinball) newsgroup.

Apparently some dude “owns” all the copyrights for old Bally pinball artwork.  The Hobbyists are revolting and offering as much of that shit as they can for free.

Its a LONG read, but pretty entertaining.

http://groups.google.com/group/rec.games.pinball/browse_frm/thread/2665dbfdacc0da0c#

Not sure if you guys all know Steve..but you should.  He’s cool as shit and was the brunt of the Revolution Mega-Brawl of 2010.

Here’s his commentary about it:

To my imaginary set of readers, I will offer this disclaimer and apology.  To those of you who read 979 Represent and weren’t in the know, your Dahli Rama was in a physical altercation, aka: bar fight this early morning.  The events surrounding the evening/early morning of April 24/25 should be told in a chronological somewhat organized fashion.  Being that it is 3:19 am as this written repertoire is being put together, you’ll just have to accept the flow of consciousness that is being emitted from my somewhat chemically altered state.  To further the disclaimer, let me just say that I didn’t have enough to drink to warrant an altered state of mind, just a somewhat serene sense of being; which makes the events that occurred all that much more unnecessary.

The first that comes to fruition in my scope of present mind, is the word douche bag.  It’s become synonymous with a sense of cool that is self perceived yet outwardly accepted as a perception completely different.  The original intention or device of the word per se was an instrument or tool have you that was used in the cleansing of female genitalia.  The word’s original defined intention was something to bring about an air of freshness, a sense of cleanliness, and ultimately the coming about of beauty from the aforementioned cleanliness.  But we all know what it means now.

The second thing that comes to mind from the night is the fact that out of all of the people swarming and trying to see what was going on, it was the asian guy that got hit.  I can’t count for certain, but multiple penetrations of what I would consider my aura, took place.  Yay!! and many thanks to those that came to my aid, but the repeated blows to the head and chest have me odd with my feelings.  The first triumph, in a sense at least, that I feel great about is that I was able to take a punch; multiple punches.  Maybe I’m not as vaginistic as I perceive myself to be.  The second realization that comes to mind is that I got punched by a douche, and it didn’t hurt  much, but I got punched in the head by his mom or girlfriend, and that hurt more.  What realization or reflection is that supposed to provide as an insight for who I am?  I’m not quite certain.

I’m sitting in half lotus position as my mind races with multitudes of what realizations I’m supposed to get from all this.  Am I supposed to not be the only asian guy anywhere I go from now on?  Is the most defining characteristic of who I am to the outside world is that I’m that “asian guy?”  I only bring that up, because as I was helping put everything back in some order at the place I’ve worked 2 days at, one of my other co-workers (who, in his defense, has never met me), blurted out for all to hear, “who the fuck is the asian guy and why is he still here?”  I reek of cigarette smoke, my elbow is still bleeding, I think there might be a rock or some glass in there, and I come back to the fact that the punches to the top and forefront of my face that originated from a woman that may or may not be the same age as my mother bludgeoned me.  In my humble opinion, I might have been the sole person at the bar that was the most at peace with the surrounding universe.  As the chaos ensued, those who I am proud to call my friends fo sho, had my back (yay yay for the hood speak), but I was outwardly repeating how I’m okay, and everyone should just stop throwing punches.

The mind cultivates towards summation.  The conversation/conversations that took place at the beginning of the night are reflective of a pursuit.  Sci Fi was the topic at hand, and the common thread that binded all the TV shows, comics, and games that we spoke of all had to do with pursuit.  From Stargate SG-1, to Picard and the Next Generation, to Cisco and the main characters that took immediate and at times severe damage, the Cylons vs. the Colonists, etc. the search and conclusion of something with the intention of good will and peace is what humanity was always striving for.  Despite our parallels to the pursuit of the vagina, it was in these sci fi inspired programs and films that we were exposed to the greatness that humanity could strive and aspire to.  But the events of the night showed us just how much we actually strive to make known our petty differences.  To show just how much our cocks and it’s respective length, width, or just pure magnanimous-ness our egos hunger to feed into.  And as a side note of sorts, why did the one old dude with the handle-bar stache whip out his johnson?  Personally, it further solidifies an internal sadness that has been a part of me since I can remember being around other people.  I have and always will be a product of this great nation.  I was born, raised, and cultured right here in the United States.  But despite my origins, no matter how I try to assimilate my yellow ass, I will always be positioned to be treated as an outsider.  Even among those who look like me, the first impression will always be that I don’t belong.  What path of pursuit does this leave open for me and people like me?  That type of solitude is one that not even my personal journey to 1000 days could put into a manageable perspective.

So relish in the present moment.  Relinquish yourself to the fruits that the present puts forth.  In the meantime, the Rama is gonna get cleaned up.

Dahli Rama