I'm just curious how we all got to this point, wanting to relive our childhoods enough to invest hundreds of dollars and hundreds of hours on building our own arcade cabinet.
My father's memories were tuned into the sounds of his Dean Martin style music while working on cars in his garage as a kid. To me? I can hear a sound from a certain game and instant memories flashback to me, like the days at the batting cages with the bass echoing from a Galaga ship exploding in the arcade, awaiting our chance to get on, lining up our quarters, the pile I would hold in my batting helmet afterwards. I used to be a video game nut, had all the mini arcade games like Galaxian, Q-Bert, the yellow circular Pac-Man game (which I still have!), and Tron... I made 'arcades' in front of my house and charged the neighbor kids to play my games, lol. I even remember at my father's grocery store the first game we got to have in-house from the local game leasing guy - the Pacman ripoff "Piranha." (I just played the ROM and my god, the memories came flooding back." And then we got Galaxian... eventually I convinced my parents to turn a wing of the store into an arcade, which they did and I grew up playing Tron.
Tron is how I got here. I always wanted to go back to those days of playing Tron but didn't know how to find it for my computer. I'm a television editor and for a stint, I freelanced at G4 where video game experts were running around. I told someone there about my search for Tron and in turn, he turned me onto the whole Mame 'thing' (they have it to record arcade games for segments).
While at G4, ironically, we also did a paid commercial by the publisher of Saint's legendary book, "Project Arcade," which I edited (the spot, not the book, haha). They had the book floating around and I was hooked! Of course, someone else took the free copy!! But buying it was money well-spent.
That was, geez, three years ago... is that right? What's been the hold-up? As most of you all are probably experiencing - THE WIFE. Every guy I know is gung ho about the idea of building a cab, women roll their eyes and laugh about it, and stop laughing when you tell them how much it costs. But finally, I got off the sidelines and ordered my parts... shockingly, she didn't protest too much because, after three years, she realizes it's not just a fad or something I'm half-a$$ing.
Anyway... that's my story, I was just really curious how we all got to this point! (My wife doesn't believe there's a whole community of us helping each other out, lol.)