by Ice Cream Jonsey » Tue Jun 21, 2011 9:11 pm
I forgot my camera on the way to Oklahoma, so I was not able to capture the essential evil of a place like Cactus Jack's.
Let me start off by saying that the per-machine license fee we were talking about is such a laughably transparent mechanism for fucking over a single business owner that I would love to see whoever is pushing for it locked up. Just a straight-out act of anti-Americanism. What a joke. I'm sure the IDSA is on the case, though.
Anyway, for anyone reading this, Cactus Jack's is an arcade that Flack and I went to last Sunday. It is an important piece toward my theory that Oklahoma is delightfully set in my 80s. Not "the" 80s, but the 80s I remember. Here's why:
- The topography simply reminded me of the suburbs of New York. I never get to see them any more because I usually return home to NY, if I do so at all, in the wintertime for Christmas, Thanksgiving and MLK Jr. Day. So to see a mostly-flat expanse of land with hot weather, a bit of humidity and lush, green grass everywhere... well, I'm taken back to my youth.
- The games we played were exactly as how they were in the 80s. That's self-selection, but still.
- The old computers that surrounded us reminded me of computer "camp" that my mom signed my brother and I up for, for a week or two during the summer, on two occasions. My brother got the one for the Atari 8-bit. I got the one for the Apple II. I kept having flashback after flashback of frigging computer camp. I hadn't thought of that in a while, and I think of retro electronics constantly. But man. Aside from being inside a beautiful woman, as I have been for many times in my life, I can't think of any place I'd rather be transported to in my life than computer camp this last week or so. And Oklahoma was like a trip back there.
- The arcade we actually went to.
All righty. If I lived in Oklahoma City, I can totally see how CJ's would be a constant hang out. Granted, after a certain point the billiards become the attraction, but that's a good arcade. I messed up by having two real quarters in my pocket. (Cactus Jack's is on tokens.) I kept trying to put the quarters in and they wouldn't fit. I thought that all the coin mechs were broken! But no.
The lineup was good. Loved the Robotron. Beautiful machine. Loved the Stargate and Defender as well. I want to say that Stargate was not in a dedicated cab. Is that right? I can't remember now. (It does not matter even a little, I am just trying to remember.) They played well, there was no burn on the screens, and the controls were TIGHT.
Adored the Baby Pac-Man, too. The bumpers were not working, if I have the term right. This meant I spent more time playing pinball on Baby Pac-Man than I normally do. However, I made several bad decisions and actually got murdered by the ghosts with power pills on the board in BPM, which is awful, because it has the most relentless ghost AI of any Pac-family game.
You know me, I am always open for some Millipede.
The games along that wall were spectacular. Could not enjoy those more!
There's another section of older games in Cactus Jack's, and it was bizarre to see two Rastans and two 10 Yard Fights. I will be honest with you, Flack. I thought 10 Yard Fight sucked. I have impossible standards for football games, sure, but man - 10YF is rough. It also seemed to run too slowly for the processor it had.
I was most disappointed to see Circus Charlie not taking tokens. Arrrrgh! It was sad, but not unexpected, to see Spy Hunter turned off. Spy Hunter is hell to maintain. I will never understand why ops paint the sides of games like Spy Hunter, though. I know it probably wasn't anyone living who did so to that one, but still.
To see Circus Charlie running, but be unable to play it due to the screws in the slots... so sad.... remember the agreement.... remember the agreement, Commander....
I looked up Beach Head 2002 games on eBay when I got home, Sunday night. So that's all I shall say about that. An amazing game that probably doesn't hold up as part of a home arcade, but I had a ton of fun shooting people. I am sure I looked like a moron twirling around in the thing. (Beach Head 2002 gives you a VR headset and a full 360 degrees of motion. Actually, beyond 360. You can keep going.)
Cactus Jack's was really great, yeah. Now. It was inferior to your arcade, which I shall start a thread about next. I assume people on the Gas Chamber all know about your arcade, so I shall start the thread here, not to be rude, but because that way maybe Ben or Straw will say something.
I forgot my camera on the way to Oklahoma, so I was not able to capture the essential evil of a place like Cactus Jack's.
Let me start off by saying that the per-machine license fee we were talking about is such a laughably transparent mechanism for fucking over a single business owner that I would love to see whoever is pushing for it locked up. Just a straight-out act of anti-Americanism. What a joke. I'm sure the IDSA is on the case, though.
Anyway, for anyone reading this, Cactus Jack's is an arcade that Flack and I went to last Sunday. It is an important piece toward my theory that Oklahoma is [i]delightfully[/i] set in my 80s. Not "the" 80s, but the 80s I remember. Here's why:
- The topography simply reminded me of the suburbs of New York. I never get to see them any more because I usually return home to NY, if I do so at all, in the wintertime for Christmas, Thanksgiving and MLK Jr. Day. So to see a mostly-flat expanse of land with hot weather, a bit of humidity and lush, green grass everywhere... well, I'm taken back to my youth.
- The games we played were exactly as how they were in the 80s. That's self-selection, but still.
- The old computers that surrounded us reminded me of computer "camp" that my mom signed my brother and I up for, for a week or two during the summer, on two occasions. My brother got the one for the Atari 8-bit. I got the one for the Apple II. I kept having flashback after flashback of frigging computer camp. I hadn't thought of that in a while, and I think of retro electronics constantly. But man. Aside from being inside a beautiful woman, as I have been for many times in my life, I can't think of any place I'd rather be transported to in my life than computer camp this last week or so. And Oklahoma was like a trip back there.
- The arcade we actually went to.
All righty. If I lived in Oklahoma City, I can totally see how CJ's would be a constant hang out. Granted, after a certain point the billiards become the attraction, but that's a good arcade. I messed up by having two real quarters in my pocket. (Cactus Jack's is on tokens.) I kept trying to put the quarters in and they wouldn't fit. I thought that all the coin mechs were broken! But no.
The lineup was good. Loved the Robotron. Beautiful machine. Loved the Stargate and Defender as well. I want to say that Stargate was not in a dedicated cab. Is that right? I can't remember now. (It does not matter even a little, I am just trying to remember.) They played well, there was no burn on the screens, and the controls were TIGHT.
Adored the Baby Pac-Man, too. The bumpers were not working, if I have the term right. This meant I spent more time playing pinball on Baby Pac-Man than I normally do. However, I made several bad decisions and actually got murdered by the ghosts with power pills on the board in BPM, which is awful, because it has the most relentless ghost AI of any Pac-family game.
You know me, I am always open for some Millipede.
The games along that wall were spectacular. Could not enjoy those more!
There's another section of older games in Cactus Jack's, and it was bizarre to see two Rastans and two 10 Yard Fights. I will be honest with you, Flack. I thought 10 Yard Fight sucked. I have impossible standards for football games, sure, but man - 10YF is rough. It also seemed to run too slowly for the processor it had.
I was most disappointed to see Circus Charlie not taking tokens. Arrrrgh! It was sad, but not unexpected, to see Spy Hunter turned off. Spy Hunter is hell to maintain. I will never understand why ops paint the sides of games like Spy Hunter, though. I know it probably wasn't anyone living who did so to that one, but still.
To see Circus Charlie running, but be unable to play it due to the screws in the slots... [i] so sad.... remember the agreement.... remember the agreement, Commander....[/i]
I looked up Beach Head 2002 games on eBay when I got home, Sunday night. So that's all I shall say about that. An amazing game that probably doesn't hold up as part of a home arcade, but I had a ton of fun shooting people. I am sure I looked like a moron twirling around in the thing. (Beach Head 2002 gives you a VR headset and a full 360 degrees of motion. Actually, beyond 360. You can keep going.)
Cactus Jack's was really great, yeah. Now. It was inferior to [i]your[/i] arcade, which I shall start a thread about next. I assume people on the Gas Chamber all know about your arcade, so I shall start the thread here, not to be rude, but because that way maybe Ben or Straw will say something.