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Wednesday March 28th 2012, 8:35 pmRows and rows of fantastic vividness, realities of all kinds, just waiting for me to pull off the shelf. I’d like to believe they’re made just for me, but that is far from the truth. I know, because making these four color tales, I know I really make them for myself. More of my selfishness, although I very much appreciate everyone who is willing to spend their hard earned money on my measly works. I lose my mind a little bit every wednesday, new shipment day, if I can make it into the shop. There is a certain kind of rush I get approaching the entrance. Dare I say its an addictive reaction? Eager to see what is waiting for me get all giddy over, to see what has been squirreled away in my pull list bag. Every week there are things I have to pass on, but so want to tuck under my arm, laying claim. I hate that the most, having to let go of what could be a good find, but money versus everything else means making scrutinizing choices. Trust me, I probably spend too much on this stuff already. I find that I lose all sense of the day whenever I’m in the shop, Time beats me so easily here. Quickly lost in all of the cover art and geeky conversations… “oh they’ve done what?”…”No way! I can’t believe it!”…”so and so is doing so and so”…nerd gossip-gasms! Ultimately I feel like such a heel, a derelict, when I realize hours have zoomed by, got things that need doing. Like I said, Time easily defeats me when it comes to comics.
Not So Hard Being A Comicbook Junkie
March 28th 2012
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Hey Ashley
Thanks for feeling like Batwoman is worth it, and I love me some Peanut M&Ms. My comics shop tradition is to grab a big coffee then head into the shop.
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Don’t feel bad. Just last month, I spent the last of my cash on the latest Batwoman and a pack of peanut M&M’s (a comic-buying tradition I’ve stuck to since I was 5).
Comment by Ashley Helling 03.28.12 @ 11:10 pm😀