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Saturday February 11th 2012, 7:57 pm

Signaling an arrival at my doorstep by a “knok” and “ding-dong”. The cats, all alert with sudden attentive postures as I open the front door. I give a friendly wave as the delivery driver jumps back into his van. I pick up the item left at my porch, taking in a gulp of fresh air from the recent rain, before lifting it into the kitchen. I set it down on the dark wooden round table top, as a slight tinge of excitement swells within me. I walk over to the small white cabinet, where sits our phone, a note pad, and a little cup shaped like a fish with its maw wide open, holding pens along with a pair old black silver scissors. I open the the top drawer of the cabinet where we keep the phonebook and “To Go” delivery menus, and a folded up razor knife. I pull it out and open up the blade, it making a little click sound as it locks into place. Turning back around toward the table, I reach over and start running the blade’s sharp edge along tightly taped seams of the large brown box. Popping open the now cut free flaps, my anticipation rises. I pull out packing paper, thinking to myself that there is always too much of the stuff used for packing. Oh well, I can recycle that. After setting the packing papers to the side of the box, I look down inside to pops of stapled four color dreamlands staring back up at me. I start rummaging through the stacks of these crafted adventures, looking over the slick glossy covers, and overtly epic logo styles. Some of this stuff I’m always excited to see, familiar friends from decades of my geeky appreciation. While others seem to lack luster enough to warrant my full attention. I weigh options on what I want to look at, creating a few piles of my personal taste choices. Imaginative giddiness sets in as I examine favorite stories or characters. I think I may be addicted to this feeling, it intoxicates me on some level. And I can’t decide whether thats good or bad.

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