The box arrived today, just in time before the holidays, sitting on my doorstep like a time capsule. The moment I saw the familiar Commodore logo on the packaging, I had to pause. It wasn’t just another retro gadget. It was the Commodore 64. Or at least, as close as we’re ever going to get in 2025.

I tore open the cardboard (carefully, because let’s be honest, I’ll probably keep the box) and there it was: the Commodore 64 Ultimate, in all its beige glory. The weight of it, the shape, even the slight texture of the plastic, it all felt right. Like holding a piece of my childhood again.

A personal history in a few very nerdy chapters

Pac-Man

The first “computer” that really knocked on my brain wasn’t even called a computer. It was an Atari 2600 with those giant wood-paneled vibes, a plastic spaceship parked under a living-room TV. Somewhere far from home (friends of my parents), the kind of visit where adults drink coffee forever, I met Pac-Man and the notorious E.T. They weren’t just games, they were a portal. The graphics were blocky miracles, the sound was pure electricity, and my head did that little swivel where a new obsession clicks into place. I didn’t own one. I barely got to touch it. But the idea got in. That was enough.