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I fucking love comic books, seriously love them. I love seeing stacks of those long white boxes crammed full of little pamplets of joy. The art and stories of good comics can take you places that you can't go with any other medium. Yes, i am a huge dork and i don't care, i love my comics. But at least i'm not one of those comic book guys, you all know the ones i'm talking about; the bad hair, no social life, sweat stained pits and a malefiecent odor. Those guys, they have issues. And they ruin it for people like me.
Case in point: I pretty much only buy comics twice a year at the two big cons. It's much more economical since i'll always find the guys with quater bins where i can load up, and there is always that one dealer who is selling all of the new comics from the last six months at a huge discount. So i'm contented to sift through all the detrius and find those golden nuggets in the stream, but then the comic book guys start to wade up. First there is that wafting odor, something that smells a lot like a sweaty Whopper from Burger King with gooey brown lettuce, then with all the grace and aplumb of a charging warthog, they invade my personal space. Thats when i walk away, sure, the holy grail may be in that box i was ransacking, but god damned if i'm going to stand and smell people who bathe in asswater.
I'm becoming fairly profiecent with my Bass, i'm nowhere near as good as i once was, but my fingers are doing what they are supossed to do now which is a big help. I still need to work on my ear again, i used to be really good at picking out bass lines from songsm but the best i've done so far is getting the bassline for Seven Nation Army by the White Stripes down pat.
Work is hell right now, since Blockbuster deceided to add on Games Rush, which is a mega gaming section where you can buy and trade new and used games, plus rentals and collectibles. Good idea, but the excecution has been horrible, the store is in total dissarray and they decieded to stay open the whole time instead of shutting down for one day so we could just concentrate on getting it all done.
THe one advantage is i'm going to get a metric fuckton of overtime.
Case in point: I pretty much only buy comics twice a year at the two big cons. It's much more economical since i'll always find the guys with quater bins where i can load up, and there is always that one dealer who is selling all of the new comics from the last six months at a huge discount. So i'm contented to sift through all the detrius and find those golden nuggets in the stream, but then the comic book guys start to wade up. First there is that wafting odor, something that smells a lot like a sweaty Whopper from Burger King with gooey brown lettuce, then with all the grace and aplumb of a charging warthog, they invade my personal space. Thats when i walk away, sure, the holy grail may be in that box i was ransacking, but god damned if i'm going to stand and smell people who bathe in asswater.
I'm becoming fairly profiecent with my Bass, i'm nowhere near as good as i once was, but my fingers are doing what they are supossed to do now which is a big help. I still need to work on my ear again, i used to be really good at picking out bass lines from songsm but the best i've done so far is getting the bassline for Seven Nation Army by the White Stripes down pat.
Work is hell right now, since Blockbuster deceided to add on Games Rush, which is a mega gaming section where you can buy and trade new and used games, plus rentals and collectibles. Good idea, but the excecution has been horrible, the store is in total dissarray and they decieded to stay open the whole time instead of shutting down for one day so we could just concentrate on getting it all done.
THe one advantage is i'm going to get a metric fuckton of overtime.