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The Good Old Days (When I Was A Nerd)

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Something strange happened to me today. I worked 15 hours at a frantic pace, stress levels brimming, yet still managed to make it to the grocery store before it closed. I needed water, you see. That’s not what’s strange.

The strange thing is I sort of spaced out for 20 minutes in the dairy section while looking for cream cheese. My mind went all fuzzy like the scrambled porn movies from a thousand confused boyhood nights. I just started thinking about bmx bikes, ball hockey and the D&D Monster Manual. Basically I went back in time to my geeky childhood. It was great. I’m sure the people watching me stare blankly at grated mozzarella in a suit and tie thought I was on drugs but Donnie Darko would have been proud.

Anyway, after coming out of it and resuming my shopping I passed by the magazine rack and saw a comic book sitting on a shelf. It was a newfangled X-men reprint of an old story I remember, rewritten in today’s teen dialogue of yos and wassups. Again I was thrown back in time to the days I would push open the heavy door to my local comic shop, bell jingling, 10 bucks allowance gripped tight in my hand. I still have thousands of dollars worth of comics at my dad’s place. maybe they are all water damaged now or disintegrated but I thought about how great it would be to just spend a day reading them all again, my trusty Wizard guide always at the ready. so I went to the back of the magazine section and grabbed some comics thinking that maybe I would buy a couple to keep myself in this headspace a little longer. She-Hulk, Batman, X-men, New Avengers and even a Spider-Man were all screaming at me to buy them. And I was going to but for one small thing. I noticed that some stock boy had put a price sticker willy-nilly on the cover of all the comics. Maybe I’m overreacting but where I come from, this is like letting a kid colour in a Man Ray photograph with crayons. I wasn’t thinking of buying them as an investment like I did as a kid. But something inside me told me it was wrong. I couldn’t do it and so I left with my cream cheese sans comics.

Maybe it’s great that in the Middle East, kids never felt pressured to buy every first issue on the shelf. Maybe they weren’t worried about creasing pages whereas I would turn each one holding a tissue as not to put a finger print on them. But c’mon, you can’t put a sticker on the cover, it’s just against the universal comic book laws and everyone should know it. I’m kinda bummed out now because I was really looking forward to the New Avengers.
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  1. James17930 permalink
    Thursday, May 29, 2008 3:43 am

    It’s too bad all the other kids had the same idea we did, and they bought all the #1s and such too. So that coveted Spectacular Spider-man #1 you thought would sail through the roof is only worth like $35 or something.

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