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As we get in a summer gaming mood here, we’re spending part of the week watching clips of the most summer-styled games. How about an ’80s movie? Here’s Epyx’s 1984 hit, Summer Games for the Commodore 64.
It’s 2PM. You’ve finished lunch and are looking for a way to kill time as the day slowly draws to a close. A perfect opportunity, methinks, to listen to some classic chiptunes courtesy of YouTube and your good friends at Kotaku AU.
It’s 2PM. You’ve finished lunch and are looking for a way to kill time as the day slowly draws to a close. A perfect opportunity, methinks, to listen to some classic chiptunes courtesy of YouTube and your good friends at Kotaku AU.
The Commodore 64, perhaps Britain’s greatest ever invention, is a machine beloved by many who grew up in the 1980s. Like me. Which is why it’s fun to hear that it’s making a comeback.
Manomio’s C64 emulator wasn’t refused for licensing reasons. It was refused because “an Application may not itself install or launch other executable code by any means.” That means booting ROMs, which is the whole point.
Nintendo’s very clever clues lead us to believe that Commodore 64 games are heading to the North American Virtual Console. Which titles, if any, are you looking forward to playing on your Wii?
Two years ago I toured the Computer History Museum in Mountain View, Calif., and if you ever have the opportunity, I very much recommend a visit. It was edifying both in what it taught me that I didn’t know, and for the nostalgia that reminded me of what I once did. And on my way out that day, passing an entrance to one of the exhibits, I came around the corner and got a jackhammer right in the kisser.
It was a Commodoure 64 — the greatest personal computer of its generation, and one of the greatest ever — hooked up to an 11-inch black-and-white TV with a hoop UHF antenna, a gate-latch 1541 5 1/4-inch floppy disk drive, and a 1526 dot matrix printer. The spitting image of my childhood desktop. It took me straight back to rainy Saturdays I spent with Dad, inputting programs from the back of the old Compute!’s Gazette magazines.
