The one where I admit I have a problem
You know. I could blog about my journey into handiness.
You know, the one where I helped a friend of mine change out my serpentine belt, and then my truck battery, and how I totally ripped up my thumb in a wrench related accident, and make the stereotypical male grunting noises (gruunt gruuuuunntt). I won’t though, because this blog totally deserves to see my other obsession.
Wait. Re-reading the last paragraph, and seeing how many times I used the word totally makes me like, totally feel like I am channeling a Valley girl, I have to like, Totally stop that.
So where was I?
As some might have deduced from my sly references to arcade games, I’m a collector/restorer of Pinball machines and hopefully Arcade Games. In a recent article from some Fancy San-Francisco news paper it interviews some guys who are now my heros. From the article:
When the old arcades closed, however, the games of Robotron, Punch Out and Moon Patrol only seemed to disappear into thin air. Nostalgic collectors, many with the restorative passion of a muscle-car enthusiast and the lack of restraint of a crazy cat lady, have rebuilt their own wonderful arcades in garages, warehouses and lofts. And for the most part, they really want you to play with them.
You know, I’ve always been looking for words to describe my obsession with Arcade/Pinball machines. “Crazy Cat Lady” kind of fits that bill. Though friends and family, they’d probably call it something else due to the fact that like only half of them work. I get compared to Red Necks more times than I like to admit.
So. Without much further ado, here’s my Collection. For you to drool over and lust after (Well at least Gordon.)
Killer Instinct 2
The Addams Family
Star Trek The Next Generation
Brahm Stokers Dracula
Indiana Jones Pinball Adventure
Star Trek: 25th Anniversary Edition
Other Coin Op Stuff
Yeah. I’m a freak.
But at least I keep the company entertained.