I had a dream once.
I always wanted to run an arcade, back when arcades were possible things. When we used to make paper buildings in school to build our class town, I would always build Mike’s Arcade. A simple building. No frills. All of the cool stuff was on the inside.
Many years later, I had a dream. I owned a flying arcade. Like the steamboat from Maverick, but an airship. Every deck covered with arcade games. We would dock at big cities to pick people up, and then we would lift off, flying around for the night. Anybody who got on was committed to staying up there for the entire trip. If you asked to be dropped off or complained in any way, you were never allowed back.
After a week’s stay, filled with tournaments and searchlights and revelry, we would take off for the next city. Anybody who wanted to travel could come with us. No stops or detours. Lodging and meals provided. All you have to do is play.
In this dream, I don’t play the games. I barely come out at all. I sit somewhere above and to the back in a private loft, overseeing and planning everything. Like Rick from Casablanca. I sign checks, press buttons, entertain some guests, but mostly facilitate other people’s good times. I guess Flynn from Tron is a better corollary.
I’m not sure what it means. I just like the idea of a flying arcade. I don’t know how it would ever be feasible. Arcades don’t make money, and flying ones would make less than nothing.
What does the imagery of a flying arcade represent?
areyoutryingtodeduceme:
this will never not be hilarious to me
I was just talking about this the other day! Thanks for this. Now I can show people why I laugh.
frankenbolt:
fatass-mcnotits:
orlyman:
chasingcomics:
The Man Who Lives Alone
My Intro to Comics final about ghosts and love.
This came out awesome chase, that last panel is working real well
this is really fucking cute and sweet
Oh my gosh thats adorable. ;u;
Yeeep, right in the feels.
jenosaur:
I drew this for Mike because it is relevant to his interests
MIKE HEY LOOK I’M SORRY IT SUCKS
I LOVE YOU ALWAYS AND FOREVER AND WITH FLYING KICKS
If you were my girl, I would let you drink from the Batman glass I got from McDonald’s after Batman Forever came out. The glass I don’t let anyone drink from. You could use my Iron Maiden mug, too, or my Mario Bros. pipe mug, or the E-tank mug. I would let you drink from anything in my house, even the Megarita chalice.
That’s because I like you, and think you’re pretty cool. Also I appear to be 15 years old again.
I like to think that I would be pretty thrilled if one of my favorite writers, any one of them really, said he or she enjoyed my work. Then again, that’s writing for the wrong reasons, and kinda sad that that’s something I would hope for.
There are so many things I would like to do, but when I have the time to do them, I end up doing nothing. I don’t know if it’s because my motivation isn’t strong enough, or I don’t really want those things. I see other people working on their careers and working on all of these projects, and in the end I feel like a 31 year old who hasn’t really done thing worthwhile.
I would say I’m past my prime, but did I have a prime? Am I somebody that people will remember? Have I made an impact? Have I made anything that’s worth leaving behind? I’m having a serious identity crisis. I’m not really sure who I am or what I’m doing, just that I don’t come across as a great person to most of the people around me. I really have no clue what I’m doing.
I’m watching Black Mask for the first time and I’m more interested in the awkward semi-romantic subplot than the martial arts.
