Yes, Virginia, there apparently is a Pac-Man energy drink. I'm willing to bet that it tastes like transmission fluid and Swee-tarts; I haven't actually opened it because the untouched product itself amuses me. It's sitting on my bookshelf.

It seems as if we're losing heroes (or at least, people perceived as heroic) left, right, and center these days. People that are put up on pedestals by people (or more often by marketing execs and television networks) are slowly and steadily being knocked from their lofty perches in the public eye and cratering when they hit, sometimes never to dig themselves out. About six years ago (probably a bit more, because I remember reading his book when I was still at IUP) a guy named Mike Warnke published what was ostensibly his autobiography, in which he described being the …