I find EMs beautiful in a museum sort of way. I love to look at them and admire what passed for high tech back in the day. Then I hit the little silver button (after quickly realizing the start button "isn't where it's supposed to be") and I start a game. As soon as I have to manually push the lever to eject the ball into the shooter lane, the warm fuzzy feeling wears off. Then I plunge the ball, go make myself a cup of coffee, and come back, still waiting for the ball to reach the flippers...and realize I can never actually own one of those beauties myself.

Hey, man...I don't even want to hear from you. I predicted 365 avatars for you this year and you are WAY behind schedule.

Um, yes.

To each, their own...that's one of the things that makes this hobby great.

I do like the drop target poker-style games from the 70s. But maybe I just liked them in the 70s before the faster stuff came out. Not really sure...