Ya know, I’m just realizing that I haven’t written much about comics in a good long while.
I guess I’ve just been pretty wrapped up in the new job and as a result, I’ve been enmeshed in the world of professional wrestling. Which is okay, since Exfanding is a pop culture blog.
Also, Nathaniel once wrestled on the independent circuit back in the late '90s. Ring name? Grizzly Adams, Jr. Things started to spiral out of control for him, however, when he and his tag team partner (a bear, naturally) had a parting of ways.
Back in the Real World, I do feel remiss in not talking about my beloved funnybooks, but as I scramble to come up with a topic to talk about for today (that's not related to Nathaniel, bears, and indy wrestling in the 1990s), I'm realizing that I just haven't read that many comics in the past couple of weeks.
Which makes writing about them pretty difficult.
Now, I've certainly bought plenty of comics, sure, but they've all met the same, sad, floor-pile fate. And looking at that ever-growing, Lovecraftian pile of books on my floor gets on my nerves, let me tell you.
The whole stockpiling thing is a part of the comic fan buying cycle that has always confused--Why buy something if you're not going to read it, right? Call it obsessive dorkyness, call it insanity, call it whatever you want.
I do it, and it needs to stop.
So I've come to a conclusion--I need to start dialing back on the amount of books I'm buying, Big Time. Let's call this an official addendum to my New Year's resolutions.
I'll let you know how I make out.