9/19, I re-enter the world of comics

Despite the fact that I still technically work for a comic book store, and write for a comic-heavy website, I don’t think I’ve ever actually said anything about comics here before. That’s because I’m actually in Guy’s camp; most comics these days just don’t appeal to me in any way whatsoever anymore, and I’ve kind of given up on them. I’ve long ago resolved that I’m not the target demographic in the comics world anymore, and learned to be okay with that. Records and video games take enough time anyway. I still like some good Vertigo stuff when I see it, and I was picking up Runaways monthly until it “ended” without knowing it, and reminded my why I generally seem to not like stuff that isn’t creator-owned (c’mon, the book was great, told some nice stories, and should have ended with dignity with BKV, but like Good Times without John Amos, some people just can’t stop pushing the brand forward even when the heart behind it is gone).

Anyway, I’m quiet about this stuff because I have a nice kind of resignation towards comics these days. I’ll pick up a trade of something good if enough people who’s opinion I like tell me to check it out, but the days of hanging around the comic shop getting into arguments over “Who Would Win In A Fight? Batman or Captain America?” are long gone.

Now I just do it in the music shop. So who would win in a fight, Miles Davis or Thelonious Monk? I await your answer below.

Well, all I really wanted to say was, I finally got excited about an upcoming comic. So excited, I had to scan the ad on the back of the book today, and blog that shit nice.

Yes. God yes. Finally. Gonna be one of the few times you’ll find me in the comic shop again on a Wednesday. Not that I’m looking forward to that. I still have Vietnam-style flashbacks of my buddies lying face-down in a stack of Nightwing (the stairs from the stock room were kind of tricky, you know). Or the guys who have to go through - every - single - comic - on the rack and in the overstock to find the perfect copy of each book, like that crazy son of a bitch looking for the perfect dozen of eggs in Clerks. Or the people who won’t let you touch the books when you’re ringing them up, regardless of the fact that you know you had your greasy hands all over them when unpacking the boxes earlier. Yeah, that’s right. I rub them sensually on my lunch break, tenderly touching them in all the right places before putting them on the wall just for you, Ken Wong.

Actually, maybe I just found the source of, you know, some of my animosity towards comics these days. You know.

I should break this up with a song. Here, it’s an ode from Pase Rock and Spank Rock to Lindsay Lohan, called “Lindsay Lohan’s Revenge”. Woke me up nice today.