There're all these comics lying around the office. I guess someone from DC stops by every once and a while and just dumps a load of freebies off.
Well, sometimes I pretend, like, what if I was a kid? And that my parents were the kind who either didn't have the money to spend on comic books or didn't want their kid reading them or whatever, but that one day my dad decided to be nice and so when we're in the checkout line at the store he says, Go on, get a comic book.
And so I race over to the shelf and I'm looking at all the covers and I'm giddy but also a little scared because I want them all but I can only have one.
And he says, Let's go! and I make my pick and I take that comic book home and I look at all the pictures over and over and then eventually I read it, and then again, and then the third time through I read all the advertisements too, and my parents are taking me and my sister out to dinner with my Grandma and the restaurant is in a neighboring town so the car ride's a little long but I read that comic book all the way there and then I bring it inside the restaurant and my parents are a little embarrassed to be the kind with a kid who reads comic books at a restaurant dinner table, Mom rolls her eyes at Dad, et cetera, but at least I'm behaving, and I take the comic book to school and sneak peaks at it when the teacher turns his or her back and I draw the characters from it and it inspires me to come up with characters of my own, but I can't draw faces so I put everyone in masks, and I can't draw shoes, so everyone gets, like, Spiderman feet, and I can't draw hands, so eventually I just give up, but still, that one comic book is able to captivate me and I read it before bed and it sleeps on the pillow beside me.
Okay, so, yeah. When I see these piles of comics lying around the office, I pretend that the one comic book I pick up to take with me into the bathroom is going to be that one comic, that one and only one.
And man, every time I am disappointed. Every time I try to, like, pour over every page, every detail, I get bored. I can't do it. I can't bring myself to even pretend care about these comics. Because the comics are shit. They're so bad. The writing is godawful, the plots are- are they even plots? And I will never, ever appreciate that bullshitty color-things-all-gradient-fadey-and-with-lens-flares turn comics took about five, maybe ten years ago. Who thinks that looks good? I'm serious when I say I have no idea who would think that looks good. I mean, I guess we're being given these comics because they aren't able to sell them, right? That would make sense, I suppose. Maybe I'm just being a bully here, then. These comics are probably never intended to be all that special, nor does anyone who puts them together probably think that. I should get back to work. But if ever a kid with poor or strict parents found himself in a checkout line with his dad who was feeling momentarily generous and it was May of '07 and that kid decided he wanted Firestorm: The Nuclear Man, he'd be so... you know what I mean. It would just be real shame, is what I'm saying.
Tom February 21, 2008 11:10am
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