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Atari: 40 years old today


I’ve mentioned the role Atari played in my childhood a couple times before –

8-bit time capsule

More games, more fun

– so I love this timeline that Atari created, and which we’ve shared at GeekDad, in honor of the company’s 40th birthday today. (Below is just a peek – click through to see the whole thing, and enjoy some flashback cake.)

Click to visit the full timeline at GeekDad.


June 27, 2012 Posted by | eighties, Games, geek, Uncategorized, video games | , , , | Leave a comment

Load “FrigginAwesome”,8,1

I can’t imagine there are ’80s nostalgia geeks out there who don’t know about The Retroist already, but if you’ve never spent time on the site or listening to the podcast, you’re missing a daily dose of Good Stuff, Maynard. Stuff you will wonder how you ever lived without, like the pointer to C64 Yourself, where you can just drag-and-drop a photo and get it rendered almost instantly into a gorgeous Commodore 64-ized version like this:

Commodore 64 Yourself

Me, circa 1984, converted by C64 Yourself.

What makes this photo great? Not because that’s me, but because that’s me sitting at my typically clutter-covered desk playing Burgertime on my Commodore 64.

Large light gray box at the right? A black-and-white TV with rabbit ears serving as my monitor. The darker gray blob just to the left is the C64 itself, with the still-darker area being the keys. In my hands? A beat-to-hell joystick from our original Atari. (You can see the second joystick sitting on the desk almost dead-center: That short white vertical line – that’s right, we had played the covers off the things. Also, my brother Nick had a habit of chewing on them.)

Unfortunately, the C-64’s limited graphics capability falls short of capturing in detail my Gumby sweatshirt and oh-so-80s parted-down-the-middle haircut. Some things are best left pixelated.

June 14, 2011 Posted by | 1980s, eighties, Games, geek, Ohio, photos, Web/Tech | , , , , | 1 Comment

Free Comic Book Day

Despite an overcast afternoon – and, in fact, a brief period of really light sprinkling – Free Comic Book Day over at The Toys Time Forgot was fun. Met and hung out with some awfully nice people from the Little Hollywood Ohio film community and SuperHero 101,  picked up the FCBD “Owly & Friends” issue (for Kelsey, of course!), and sold a couple copies of Collect All 21.

And hey, any opportunity to wander among shelves of old Atari, Activision and Imagic video game cartridges, comic-and-cartoon-and-movie-scene-laden drinking glasses (Collect Them All!), and racks of 1980s action figures – well, that’s time well spent.

Besides, I also got to set up shop next to this life-sized fantastically-detailed replica of the B9 robot from “Lost in Space.”

Danger, Will Robinson!

Photo courtesy of my OSWCC friend Ryan Meister.

May 1, 2010 Posted by | 1980s, Current Affairs, eighties, geek, Ohio, science fiction | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

8-bit time capsule

My brother Nick showed up yesterday to watch The Greatest American Hero (courtesy of our new Netflix Wii disc!) and as if that weren’t flashback enough, he brought this over, too:

If I could save time in a cheap plastic bin...

According to Wikipedia, the 2600 wasn't officially retired until 1992. NINETEEN NINETY FREAKING TWO. (click to embiggen)

Now, that’s not our first Atari, obviously, but it is the cheap second-generation 2600 that Mom and Dad got after we apparently played the first one to death. And let’s see … >countcountcount< I’m positive that 15 of these cartridges are from our family’s original collection. (Others, I’m guessing, are games that belonged to friends which were loaned or traded and just never made it back to their homes.)

I have no explanation for the duplication of E.T. cartridges, although as far as the two RealSports Football games go, I have a hunch one of them might actually contain Combat, because at some point, I got adventurous and thought I’d see if I could switch the boards between cartridges, just for fun. (Because come on, how fun is it to imagine your friend’s face when he goes home and pops that borrowed game into his Atari only to see Combat show up? That’s classic, right?)

Sadly either the console or the power supply is shot, because I couldn’t get the system to fire up, but in my brain, it was like dynamiting an avalanche.

As with things like Star Wars figures and trading cards, there’s a fantastic tactile memory embedded in holding these cartridges and feeling their particular weight and texture. And the label art and the fonts and even the different casing structures that different game companies like Activision and Imagic and Coleco used once they entered the market – all these little things just trigger recollections and sensations, and I can see myself turning to this picture for some throwback writing in the not-too-distant future.

April 16, 2010 Posted by | 1980s, eighties, Games, geek, video games | , , , , , | 3 Comments

Three pictures of my dad

With Kelsey now free of the Windows machine, I finally got around to setting it up in our back room, mostly so I can use the flatbed scanner. (The old Microtek parallel port never played well with the Linux machine, and I can’t justify buying a newer, nicer scanner at the moment.) I’ve had some old pictures of Dad I’ve been wanting to preserve electronically for awhile now, so I used a couple for today’s test run of the reinstalled software.

The first two are from Dad’s time in the Air Force.

Richard E. Booth, USAF

Richard E. Booth, Texas, 1968.

The first one’s labeled on the back in Mom’s handwriting: Rich – basic training. Amarillo 1968 or W. Falls 11/68.

That makes my dad 21 years old. (Unless it’s before 5/5/68, in which case he’s 20.)The funny thing is, I look at this picture and see, well, my dad. Even though he’s just over half my current age in this photo, I can’t see him as just a couple years removed from being a teenager. Not that he looks old, but I can’t mentally detach the future Rich Booth from the one standing here under the Texan sky.

I was two-and-a-half years from coming into the world when that picture was taken. This one’s from a few years later:

South Korean hills.

...and now you know where my cheesy sense of humor comes from.

Ah, the classic “Take a picture of me taking a picture! It’ll be great!” (Funny: I have a very similar Polaroid picture from the early 1980s of my friend Mike shooting toward me with his Polaroid camera. The gag never goes out of style, right?)  This is South Korea, and though it’s an undated shot, the location means it’s got to be somewhere between November 1970, when I was born, and 1972, when Dad came home and left the service. (Update 4/13/10 – According to mom, Dad left for Korea in late July of 1971, was home the month of Feb 1972 on leave, and home for good in Aug. of 1972, so there are two six-month windows when this picture could have been taken.)

And yes, those hills do look like the ones in M*A*S*H, don’t they?

I’m still a little fascinated by the black and white pictures Dad and his friends took while they were overseas. (And I’m grateful to my mom for her vigilance and organizational skills, because we’ve got a well-organized collection of meticulously labeled and dated photo albums that make feeding my nostalgia cravings easy.)

I had those two sitting around waiting to be scanned for a long time, but I just dug up the third picture this afternoon because it came to mind recently after reading this post about E.T. – The Atari Game. (I also listened to the Retroist podcast on this particular movie/merchandising juggernaut not too long ago.)

Now, I’m pretty sure my little brothers got this cartridge for Christmas, 1982 – I have a picture of them wearing their footie pajamas and excitedly holding the silver-and-red Atari game box over their heads – and I’m also pretty sure that’s the same Christmas I got my first camera – that Polaroid instant I mentioned earlier. That would explain why I have a bunch of weird, staged, fairly pointless pictures that all seem to reflect a pretty small time window.

Dad beats E.T.

To the victor go the pixelated Reese's Pieces.

Case in point – this picture of Dad celebrating the triumph of being the first person in the Booth house to beat that effing E.T. game. I totally put him up to this pose, because, you know, I could take a picture of it!

Now, what’s kind of weird about having picked these three pictures is that Dad is clean-shaven in all of them, despite the fact that he had a moustache for pretty much his entire adult life. (This time in the early 1980s when he decided to shave it off? He grew it back as soon as someone said he looked like his brother, my Uncle John. His significantly older brother.) In fact, outside of seeing these photos, it’s really hard to remember Dad without his moustache.

I can remember taking this picture, and having having Dad stand there in front of the fireplace. And since the Christmas decorations are still up, I deduce two things: 1) It’s probably no later than the first or second week of January, 1983 and 2) We must have played the hell out of E.T. for those first few weeks we had it, because I remember that it felt like it took for-freaking-ever for someone to finally win at the damn thing.

April 11, 2010 Posted by | 1980s, eighties, Family history, Ohio, photos | , , , , , | 5 Comments


Every so often, whether it was while visiting the Aladdin’s Castle arcade at Belden Village, or the Goodtime Pizza place next to Children’s Palace, or even among the two or three periodically-changed video games inthe youth lobby at the YMCA, I’d see something magical on an unattended screen.



A quick look around – just in case someone had put a quarter in and then taken a few steps away to grab their jacket or a Coke or something – and if nobody seemed to be Next In Line, well, then FREE GAME ON!

And it didn’t matter what the game was: If it was free, I gave it a shot, even if it was something I never played or that I sucked at. A free game was a quarter saved, and a few extra minutes of video gaming I couldn’t have bought for myself.

It was its own particular sort of thrill – different, somehow, from finding a quarter or a token, which gave you a free game of your choice, sure, but you still had to turn around and spend that coin.

Twice in the past two weeks, I’ve been reminded of that eye-widening moment of fun: Free game!

The first was at PAX East, in the American Classic Arcade Museum‘s room. I took a quick look into the place on day one, but didn’t get to go back and play until Saturday afternoon when Paul & Wendy and I went up there to spend some time. When we asked one of the staffers just inside the door “Quarters or tokens?” he grinned.

“None. They’re all on free play.”

I froze and looked around. Dragon’s Lair jumped out at me. Ms. Pac Man. Holy crud – a Flash pinball machine. We beelined for the first machine we saw open: a sit-down Buck Rogers: Planet of Doom.

I jumped in, and my blocky little fighter was screaming through space, and then over a dizzyingly-green-striped featureless landscape, where I had to swing back and forth between pylons that looked straight out of a 1950s sci-fi B picture. I don’t remember the game sucking this bad, I thought, but who freaking cares – FREE GAME!!

We hit Atari’s Food Fight next, and then Paul and I teamed up for a go at Joust 2. (Joust was a game I was never really good at but loved like hell to play.) We’re in there mashing buttons, swearing good-naturedly half under our breath – incidentally, my quip of choice when I’ve knocked off a video game enemy, flying bird or otherwise, comes from Die Hard: “Eat it, Harvey!” I find it underappreciated. – there’s eighties music playing, the room is bathed in that dim red-orange glow and the swirled reflected light of the screens.

Joust 2: Survival of the Fittest

"Eat it, Harvey!" (Because "Yippi-ki-yay, motherfucker" is totally overused.)

Wendy took this shot of us playing, and while I could have adjusted the color levels and brightness, this really kind of captures a feel I like, of remembering hours spent in this kind of place, watching over someone’s shoulder, waiting my turn to play.

Then, last weekend, we went down to my mom’s house for an Easter dinner.

A couple years back, my mom inherited a house and a couple actual arcade games therein. The Baby Pac-Man machine has worked since day one, and while we’ve gotten a lot of use out of it, I was always much more hyped about the Black Knight pinball machine.

The first time I remember being really excited about a new pinball machine was when the YMCA in North Canton brought in a Williams’ Flash like the one I just saw at PAX. I remember two things about this game that made it supercool: One, it had all these really bizarre sound effects, not just the bells and buzzers and clatters of a typical pinball machine. (According to the Internet Pinball Machine Database, Flash “was the first game from any manufacturer to have a dynamic background sound during gameplay. It is also the first game from any manufacturer to use Flash Lamps, which provide a temporary burst of flashing light intended primarily for the sake of its visual effect…” So yeah – awesome.)

I also remember that it had a third flipper, way up on the right side of the playing field, which I’d never seen in a pinball game before, and that was cool, too. I remember racing from the locker room after swim lessons hoping to get in a game or two – or even just watch some older kid who was, you know, good – before mom or dad would come pick me up.

And then along came Black Knight. Honestly, I can’t remember where I saw it first – I think it may have been on a family vacation to Florida with my friend Jacob along, but I’m not sure.

This thing was so unlike any pinball game we’d ever seen. It had two levels, with a pair of flippers on each, and tunnels and ramps and these magnets beneath the playing field which I never quite figured out how to use and a thing called “multi-ball” where you could actually have three balls in play at the same time, and did I mention that IT TALKED?!? I mean, it really just blew my whole concept of “pinball machines” out of the water.

And it was gorgeous, all black and red and gold and kind of Dungeons-and-Dragons-esque, and lined up next to other more garish and bright machines, Black Knight just looked like a badass.

Of course, it also cost fifty cents, twice as much as a regular game. And you only got three balls instead of the usual five which I seem to think was the standard at the time. And it seemed really, really hard.

But man was it fun.

Pinball machines got more complex, of course, but I’ve never felt like anything made the quantum leap like this one did, and over the years, no matter where I found an arcade, if this machine was in it, at least two (or three) of my quarters were destined for the Black Knight’s coffers.

So mom’s had this thing in the basement for awhile now,and though I’ve tried to help her with finding a suitable repair technician and all, it’s spent the entire time dormant and silent.

Not anymore. Mom found a guy who did a check, popped in a fuse, and –

Will. You. Challenge. Me. Again?

Will. You. Challenge. Me. Again?


The synthesized speech and the sound effects poured into my ears, struck those chords of memory, and it was on.

Kelsey and my brother and I took turns, re-learned the mechanics of the game, how to get the multi-ball, what targets and lights to watch for, and even how to activate the Magna-Saves which had mystified me as a kid.

It was simply fantastic.

Free game.

April 7, 2010 Posted by | 1980s, eighties, Games, geek, video games | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

More Games, More Fun

As I’m hitting the road for a weekend defined by gaming, it seems appropriate to share this bit of nostalgia found in an empty box.

Without my mom’s wonderfully labeled and sorted volumes of family photos in front of me, I can’t say for sure what Christmas I got this, but I really can remember the feel of the box beneath my hands as I peeled back the wrapping paper and let out a whoop of unparalleled joy upon seeing it:

Model CX-2600

The Original. Click to zoom in and check out the games. THAT'S packaging ART, my friends.

I don’t know why the box got saved – the system is, of course, long since dead or handed down to a cousin or garage saled or something – but holding it and running my gaze over that font and the images take me back almost more effectively than even playing the recreated games themselves on my Atari Flashback.

And check out the back: Combat in all its glory.

A taste of Combat.

A taste of Combat.

There was, in fact, one game cartridge and one controller stuck inside this box in the attic for years -along with the now-ridiculous-looking plastic shell that once served as a “dome” above the plastic-woodgrain case where the console itself sat, revered and protected.

Star Raiders.

Not to be confused with Star Blazers, of course.

Man, it was almost like a real, you know, COMPUTER!

An Atari game was super special if it came in a really fat box, because you knew that meant it had a special controller in it, like the Indy 500 game we got for dad thathad a set of special driving “paddles,” or, in this case, that keypad which at one time had an overlay labeling buttons for warp speed and coordinates and stuff like that. Honestly, I don’t remember the game mechanics so much as I remember really thinking it was kind of like hunting TIEs alongside Red Five and the gang, and if I looked over my shoulder there in the basement, I’d see R2 in his socket, and the starfield receding behind him.

March 25, 2010 Posted by | 1980s, eighties, geek, video games | , , , , , , | 4 Comments

The 10 Things I Had The Most Fun Writing For GeekDad In 2009

Not long after my change in employment earlier this year, I got in touch with GeekDad editor Ken Denmead, who generously ran a couple guest posts I wrote in April and later included me on a very cool invite list, bringing me on board as a full-fledged contributor to the site. I’m incredibly thankful, because a) It’s GeekDad, and How Freaking Awesome; b) I’ve gotten to write pieces I wouldn’t otherwise have had the chance to, which inspired some writing I’m proud of.

It has been tremendously neat playing a small role in the site and watching it grow, and one of my resolutions for 2010 is to write more for GeekDad than I did in 2009.

That said, I had a TON of fun with this year’s entries, and while I truly enjoyed many of my shorter blog entries, there are exactly 10 longer GeekDad pieces about which I was most excited and got the most enjoyment out of writing, so Yay for a Ready-Made End-of-Year List! (Cop out: I’m presenting them in chronological order because it’s easiest.)

1) May 6Hands-on and Close-up Fun: Penguicon 7.0 . That weekend in May was absolutely one of the highlights of the year, and even the decade, for me. (I did a longer, more personal and detailed post here.)

2) May 21 Girls Against Girls – Figuring It Out With Bonnie Burton – It’s incredibly difficult to accurately describe how enjoyable this interview was, and the book’s lessons have come in handy more than once in my daughter’s middle school years.

3) June 11 Nine Video Games Ripe for Rebirth – Not only was this a great trip down video-game memory lane, but ohmyGod ARCHON IS BACK!!!!

4) June 18 Review: Swim Ways’ R/C Cyber Ray – Well, we got to play with a nifty toy that was only fun for a little while, but I like the way the review turned out, and who knows, maybe Swim Ways has ironed out the wrinkles by now.

5) June 27Nature at Its Closest – With several inches of snow outside needing shoveled, summer seems a long way off. But remembering the clutches of baby robins we got to watch hatch and grow on our front porch does warm the heart. (awwww!)

6) July 910 Things Parents Should Know About Warehouse 13 – It was a good excuse to stay in and watch some SyFy channel with Kelsey, but the truth is, though we though the premiere was OK, we never watched another episode.

7) July 26Bubbles, Zubbles, Toys and Troubles – Although at its heart this is another toy review, I had a blast talking to inventor Tim Kehoe about his 15-year journey from the idea for colored bubbles to the final production this summer.

8) Aug. 13 Activision’s Science Papa Will Remind You Of Mama’s Cooking – Reviewing video games means PLAYING video games, so it’s not like I was going out of my way or anything. Plus I got to write this: “To draw a 1980s toy parallel, it’s Mighty Men & Monster Maker vs. Fashion Plates all over again.”

9) Sept. 2110 Things Parents Should Know About Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs – Kelsey and I had gone to see this just for fun, and I was so surprised that I liked it so much that I jumped at the chance to do the GeekDad write-up.

10) October 6Princesses and Mermaids: Who Needs Rescuing Again? – We were introduced to Jim C. Hines and his books at Penguicon, marking yet another reason the trip to Romulus was so memorable.

To circle back to the end of the first paragraph: c) It’s GeekDad, and How Freaking Awesome. Gobs and piles of thanks to Ken, Matt Blum and my fellow contributors and the Wired editors and everyone else I don’t know who makes GeekDad work.

December 31, 2009 Posted by | 1980s, Books, eighties, Film, Games, geek, Ohio, photos, science fiction, Television, video games, Web/Tech, Weblogs, writing | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Time Travel: Pizzazz Magazine, April 1978

I have a potentially packed-with-awesome day ahead, though it will be hard-pressed to be as fully-loaded as this April 1978 issue of Pizzazz magazine.

I bet aliens were responsible for that errant apostrophe.

Star Wars comics with zombie kids! Thor the Thunder God’s Checkerboard Code! And remember the Comp IV – my uncle had one of these – and PDQ milk flavorings?

Here – I scanned some of the best parts. Try not to be too heartbroken that the sweepstakes deadline has long since passed, so that 19-inch Sony Trinitron Color TV and Atari Video Computer System combo Grand Prize is already in some lucky kid’s avocado-and-maize living room.

November 5, 2009 Posted by | Film, Games, geek, science fiction | , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Yars’ Raiding Destruction Road Race USA: The Light and the Dark

LucasArts’  return to its classic Monkey Island video game series got me thinking of all the hours I spent on the family room floor playing Atari, succeeded by the basement setup with our couch and our Commodore 64 and stacks and stacks of floppy disks packed with games from to Agent USA to Zork. I came up with a list of nine I’d love to see reborn for a new generation of consoles and players, and had a ton of fun writing it up for GeekDad: Nine Video Games Ripe for Rebirth.

June 11, 2009 Posted by | 1980s, eighties, Games, geek, video games, Weblogs | , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment


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