Sometimes I can't help but crack a smile when I look back on my life and think how little I've transformed from being a teenage geek, who closeted his love of things like science fiction, role playing games, robots, etc..., in order to meet with my peers perception of cool, to an adult who now wears the geek title as a badge of honor. Case in point - comic books.
Over the past few weeks my local paper has been including a Marvel Spider-Man comic in its Sunday edition. Not really sure why but it would seem to be an attempt by Marvel to turn a whole new set of readers onto comic books or lure back some of those who can't even remember when the last time was they picked up a comic book much less read one. I fit nicely into this later category.
What was surprising to me was how much I thoroughly enjoyed reading each abbreviated issue and the anticipation I felt waiting for next weeks issue to arrive. I had had my first taste, or at least rediscovered it, and now I was starting to crave the rush it provided.
On Wednesday I Googled for a local comic store near my home. I located one but with my current schedule I wouldn't have a chance to drop by until Saturday at the earliest.
On Thursday things were starting to get worse and I decided to enlist the help of others to satisfy my need. I approached a co-worker and asked if he knew of a comic book store in the area. I tried to make it look like I was asking because I needed to pickup a gift for someone who was into such things. He responded in a similar, "I'm not in to such things fashion", by mentioning that he'd been to such a place with his uncle once or twice.
It took awhile but I eventually got the directions. The place was only a few minutes from work so my lunchtime would provide the perfect opportunity to feed my guilty pleasure.
I pulled into the parking spot of what looked to be an old multi-store retail complex with dingy white, clapboard siding, brick accents and a minimum number of windows. The building was two stories giving the appearance of retail shops below and residences above.
I looked around cautiously before stepping out of my truck. Did I really want to do this? After all I might be seen.
I entered the store, greeted the clerk and quickly averted my eyes from the only other customer, a thirty-something year old male, high-probability virgin, who probably still lived with his parents. Or at least that's what I thought, thus reinforcing the established comic book reader stereotype.
Making my way over to the first rack, I began looking for some of the familiar titles of my childhood like Spider-Man, Captain America, Thor, Green Lantern, and the like. Nothing. Lining the rack were comics I'd never heard of like Teen Titans, Blue Beetle, Scarlet Traces, Blade of the Immortal, etc...
I was beginning to think that time, at least as it relates to the comic book world, had passed me by. I was no longer in Kansas. But then out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of the all too familiar red and black masked web face sitting in the next rack.
"Ah ha!" There he was but wait. This particular title was called Ultimate Spider-Man. "What happened to The Amazing Spider-Man?", I wondered.
I picked it up and slowly flipped through the pages. "Things sure have changed", I thought. Gone are the days of the brightly, sixteen color, proportional panel pages that graced the comics of yore to be replaced by more vibrant and somewhat darker, disproportional panel art. The stories appear to be more sinister and have been updated to reflect the current culture. And Mary Jane - let's just say she's been updated as well.
When all I was said and done I selected four different titles; Ultimate Spider-Man #95, Spider-Man Special: Black and Blue And Read All Over #1, Green Lantern Corps #1, and Ultimate Fantastic Four Annual #2.
I handed my selections over to the proprietor. "Find what you need?", he asked.
"Sure", I responded hesitantly knowing that I was completely out of my element.
He bagged and passed me back my purchases and I made for the door with the sound of him thanking me for my business trailing off behind me.