dying out of the species
okay, i admit it. i'm a nerd.
i went to the comic book shop that i frequent (sans Ray-Ban sunglasses and outerworldly attire that keeps my identity unknown, if not a tad ridiculed) to pick up my subscribed junk.
i completely forgot what today was: it's the annual free comic book day.
apparently, my breed is fast dying out. with the advent of really bad storylines but awesome cinematic effects called the blockbuster people, especially nerds, have forsaken the written and illustrated word. why read when you can see it on a screen being lousily acted? why look at still pictures when you can do so with even more of a bang, pfft, and then some on the silver screen?
i tell you, it's sad to see this genus of which i consider myself a proud member of slowly deteriorate. then again, it may be a survival instinct; go underground for a bit and then come back out at a later time, stronger than before.
how did i begin this love affair with comic books anyway? can i blame my dad for this one? he introduced me to the works of Robert E. Howard at an early age. he did it in a different fashion though; he gave me not the book, but the illustrated 25¢ version by Marvel Comics. i suppose he wanted to kindle in me a love for reading. he did good on this one. after i read that first one, i've been hooked since.
i recall a time before i left home and moved to this rock that i am in now. i just recently purchased the Bruce Wayne, Murderer! Batman 10¢ Adventure comic and i lent it to dad. we had a little discussion with regards to how much the character originally created by Bob Kane had evolved and how different his Batman is to mine. it was nice to talk about something with him that we both had a passion for.
so, going back to the thinning of the nerd blood. sure, it's not as fast-paced as movies are, nor are they even like television shows. but, you know what? they've got worlds so fantastic in them pages that even i find hard to imagine. that, to me, is worth being part of an elite group of dorks.
p.s.
D.C. Comics has somehow convinced me to pick their rag again. how? they're killing of some very mortal heroes. a part of me wants them to stay dead, for the simple reason that they're not meta-human. it's got me curious enough to see where this goes, and it all started with COUNTDOWN TO INFINITE CRISIS.
i went to the comic book shop that i frequent (sans Ray-Ban sunglasses and outerworldly attire that keeps my identity unknown, if not a tad ridiculed) to pick up my subscribed junk.
i completely forgot what today was: it's the annual free comic book day.
apparently, my breed is fast dying out. with the advent of really bad storylines but awesome cinematic effects called the blockbuster people, especially nerds, have forsaken the written and illustrated word. why read when you can see it on a screen being lousily acted? why look at still pictures when you can do so with even more of a bang, pfft, and then some on the silver screen?
i tell you, it's sad to see this genus of which i consider myself a proud member of slowly deteriorate. then again, it may be a survival instinct; go underground for a bit and then come back out at a later time, stronger than before.
how did i begin this love affair with comic books anyway? can i blame my dad for this one? he introduced me to the works of Robert E. Howard at an early age. he did it in a different fashion though; he gave me not the book, but the illustrated 25¢ version by Marvel Comics. i suppose he wanted to kindle in me a love for reading. he did good on this one. after i read that first one, i've been hooked since.
i recall a time before i left home and moved to this rock that i am in now. i just recently purchased the Bruce Wayne, Murderer! Batman 10¢ Adventure comic and i lent it to dad. we had a little discussion with regards to how much the character originally created by Bob Kane had evolved and how different his Batman is to mine. it was nice to talk about something with him that we both had a passion for.
so, going back to the thinning of the nerd blood. sure, it's not as fast-paced as movies are, nor are they even like television shows. but, you know what? they've got worlds so fantastic in them pages that even i find hard to imagine. that, to me, is worth being part of an elite group of dorks.
p.s.
D.C. Comics has somehow convinced me to pick their rag again. how? they're killing of some very mortal heroes. a part of me wants them to stay dead, for the simple reason that they're not meta-human. it's got me curious enough to see where this goes, and it all started with COUNTDOWN TO INFINITE CRISIS.
posted by Sascha at
5/07/2005 09:38:00 PM
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