Reliving those legends of yore

Reliving those legends of yore

I just read The Dark Knight Returns again, and a thousand memories popped into my head. I thought about the hundreds of nights I'd sit in my bed, comics covering the comforter, reading until I fell asleep with the lights on. I thought about those lucky Saturday afternoons I'd ask my dad to take me to the comic store (when it was still good), and he'd sit out in the car for an hour while I endlessly circled the shelves, reading some, taking others, creating the perfect packet to take home and spend the rest of the day with. I thought about how I looked at comic stores, the good ones, as Pantheons. Every comic stood in testament to the greatness of the primary-colored gods and goddesses. A good clerk was like a rabbi or priest, able to discuss ad nauseam what a single panel in a book meant in relation to the whole. I remember arguing minutiae with friends about the most obscure issues or storylines. So many things.

Pick up a comic book sometime this week if you can. Read a favorite. Oh, the things you'll remember...

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Listening to:

The Beta Band, The Three EP's

Belle and Sebastian, Tigermilk

The Triplets of Belleville OST

Watching:

Spy Kids

Reading:

The Dark Knight Returns

The Dark Knight Strikes Again