Pac-man dinner

Food time, I had to go to pick up some stuff for work and I decided to take the opportunity to have lunch out. Reason being that I can't always easily do so, working at the hospital severely limits my options in that way.

So I tried the have-a-light-lunch-at-some-coffee-shop approach. It really seemed like a good idea and I ditched Mac Donald's and the likes I mean it's noisy and the food is in all fairness not all that great. However I found something that seemed like a pretty nice lunch, some kind of French toast I guess and generally something I would enjoy.

But here started the problems. The ordering went fine, except when they told me they'd call out my food when it was ready. I don't even know what I ordered, some, errr.. "French toast like entity" could that be what they were going to call out? Anyhow I did remember there being grilled paprika so I had some notion. It came down to me going there to have a look if there were something no one else seemed to pick up and I took that.

What I got was a somewhat French toast thingy wrapped tightly in paper. Quite tightly, I struggled to find a way to eat it as it were like twisted around so that when I lifted one half the other followed in a none-physical manner. (granted I am no physics expert but I know enough to feel safe when claiming that a möbius strip is in fact not equivalent to a piece of French toast!)

I soon realized that I were in dire need of cutlery, so I took most of my stuff (bag with computer, telephone and so on) as I didn't dare to leave it by the table as I didn't know how far I would have to go before finding cutlery. So I limbered up and went around the whole place and found a knife and a fork and returned back to the table, needless to say it was obviously no good spots and I had to make do with a quite small unpleasant table. To get in or out of the spot were in itself tiresome at best especially as I had to move all my stuff around the small table and through hordes of hungry patrons.

I were able to carve out some food from the tight paper package and tasted it. it tasted: "Meh" and my disappointment were total.

I would have loved to have a place to sit, perhaps use my computer while eating and doing so without all that noise (music and murmur mixed).

The pac-man dinner I made for my son. there are ghosts and a pac-man and the small pieces are intended to be the "dots".

I prepare the food at home and this weekend we had pac-man sausages as my four-year old is currently absorbed by games. He's got it bad, and everything he want to do is play Mario, read about video games and watch let's plays and the likes. I guess I were about the same age when my life-long passion started. I will tell you an anecdote which I have told many times but it feels relevant right now, and that will be it for today. I will not talk business or anything like it as I currently am way to engaged in other stuff and can't find the time to work on this project, will probably be like that for some days/(weeks?), it's how it goes. But I want to keep writing anyhow so if I bore you I do apologize but as long as I write here I am in many ways keeping this active.

Anyhow the anecdote, and this is my first memory of the passion for games that I still today live. I were around five years old and my mom, sister and I were invited for dinner at my mom's fiance to be. He lived in the same apartment building and we went there and rang the door. He opened and I got a view of the entrance and the living room. I saw a computer (C-64) on the table in front of the TV. He greeted us and introduced himself to us kids, I on the other hand forgot my manners and to the greeting I answered: "Is it possible to make games on that? o.O".

Thanks for reading.