The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

21 August 2005

Eleven again

For the third weekend in a row, I strode into the comic shop, and it occurred to me that for the third weekend in a row I was striding into the comic shop, of all things.

On the off-chance that you might be curious, here's what I got:

And as I was inquiring as to why 4 #21 wasn't in yet, I realized that I'd pulled off a plot complication of my own, turned back time forty years: the comic-buying geek I was is now apparently the comic-buying geek I am. "Adjusted for inflation," I observed, "it works out to about the same." Which, I calculated later, it actually doesn't, but what the hell.

Posted at 6:29 PM to Almost Yogurt


Let's face it, comic book shops aren't the skeezy, grimy, cheap little holes in the wall serving up adolescent fantasies to insecure young men that they used to be. Now they're skeezy, grimy, cheap little holes in the wall serving up adolescent fantasies to insecure men of all ages while generating millions of dollars for huge multinational media companies.

I like to think that makes a difference.

Posted by: Mr. Snitch! at 7:22 PM on 21 August 2005

Sounds about right. :)

It takes about ten seconds to note that this particular store now occupies three storefronts, about a quarter of the entire strip mall in which it sits.

Posted by: CGHill at 7:27 PM on 21 August 2005