Flash Gordon, Bally, 1980.
If you’ve seen the show, you’ll recognize the myriad characters on the backglass. I think I saw it once or twice as a kid, so from my standpoint it’s a bunch of people on a mostly red background with some space ships.
Chance, an epilogue
It is a statement about terriers, and especially my terriers, that when I tell my friends, “I’m worried that Chance might have gotten rejected from heaven, and that if he did get in, he’s misbehaving. Do you think he’s ok?” the unanimous vote is that of course he’s misbehaving. He’s Chance.
I don’t know how many of heaven’s sofas have been peed on so far but I have a good idea of what purgatory will look like. It looks a lot like an infinite bottle of Nature’s Miracle and an unending roll of paper towels.
Fireball Classic (Solid State)
Fireball Classic, Bally, 1985. This is a remake of the 1975 EM version.
A supervillain, or possibly demon, or perhaps superhero, throws fireballs at the player. He stands in a wind-up in front of a yellow cloud while standing on yellow fire.
Chance Gibson (2008-2023)
In 2008 our dog Jessie died of cancer. A few months later, on July 1, 2008, we brought Chance Benedict Gibson home from the breeder.
Many adventures ensued.
On Sunday September 3, 2003, Chance died of a sudden and catastrophic health collapse.
Fifteen years is a hell of a run.
At some point, I’ll have the ability to talk more about my boy, but right now my heart is too full.
Sleep well, Bug. Don’t fight with JessieDog. I’ll see you later.
Excalibur
Excalibur, another goddamned Gottleib, 1988. It’s no wonder I’m playing like shit tonight.
A giant man emerges from the ground (the waist up, anyway) wearing armor and swinging a big sword around while his cape
Other warriors smaller than the palm of his hand battle around him. A castle stands on a hill in the background.