Today, for the first time in more than ten years, I went to a comic book store. I went to get Neil Gaiman's 1602, which sounded good (even if the steampunk genre is getting a little overdone). So I went to the local comic book store in San Mateo. I looked forward to dealing with the guy behind the counter, since comic book guys all seem to be like Gord, or the Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons.
When I got there, he didn't look like Comic Book Guy. He wasn't fat, or bearded. I found this a bizarre twist. But he was drawing a very nice drawing of a superhero. I understood then, he was a young version. If he stayed working at this comic book store, the beard and girth will come in time. After hearing a dog yapping outside, I bought my comic. He following conversation ensued:
Him: There's a dog out there tied up. Why would anyone bring their dog to eat lunch, and then tie him up outside?
Me: I don't know. I don't know why people do the things they do.
Him: Ugh, that gets me really mad.
Me: Some people are like that, I guess
Him: I hate people.
Well, he is indeed a comic book guy. I read the issue of 1602, and it was fairly good, although it's so early in the series it's tough to say. And I'm not quite the expert I used to be on the Marvel universe, so I'm sure there's a lot I'm missing. Artwork is great. The lettering has bolded words, and somehow in this context, it really is a bit annoying. The plot is, so far, interesting. I'll buy it next month, I suppose. But I'm done with putting these things in bags and such.
Posted by ahyatt at September 6, 2003 10:26 PM