To Boldly Go
When I was a kid my older sister cut out a cardboard box for me that was large enough for me to fit in and drew in a bunch of knobs and sci-fi looking gadgets in it. We would pretend it was a shuttlecraft from Star Trek and that we were on an away mission from the Enterprise. When we were older we even wrote a play about the victory of the Borg over mankind to the music of the Beatle’s instrumentals on their Yellow Submarine album. I’m not even kidding you.
Sometimes I think that the reason I do stuff like this (make comics that is, not write Star Trek fan service plays) is that my obsessive imagination never really went away. Whenever I pick up my tablet pen I kind of zone out for a minute or two and imagine it’s a space ship getting fired upon by enemy vessels. When I’m a passenger in a car I still imagine something is running along side me jumping over the obstacles that pass through the window. I’ll look out a window and imagine a hyper-realistic Missile Command game running.
I think I may have captured that elusive trait of being a “child at heart” or the all too common one of “brain damage.”
-Sean
I was never much of a trekkie(Star Wars appealed to me much more), but I did and sometimes still do the rest. Especially the running thing. Until it gives me headaches and eventually car sickness. I’d hope its imagination, but considering the amount of times I fell on my noggin as a kid…well at least I’m always entertained. We should make a club. Or something.
…yeah…
Yea I heard there was a pretty cool club for people like us. I think they call it “The Asylum.” Pretty catchy.
Funny how that can mean “safe” AND “crazy”, you’d think thouse would be a bit more mutually exclusive.