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Before I became a comic geek, I was first a couch potato. OK, I still am, but not as zombie-like as before. I choose my shows now. And by “choose”, I mean “look for the Jack TV or HBO or AXN or Star Movies on”. Seriously, TV has become a mentor to me, teaching me things like sex, love, and bad grammar. Although, I think I can live without it now, with all the Interwebs shit and all. But there will always be TV shows that would always keep me coming back in front of the devilish tube.

#5: 24 - Initially, it was all about Elisha Cuthbert. I surf other channels when it’s not her scene. But eventually, I discovered the pure awesomeness of Jack freakin’ Bauer! I mean, seriously. I thought MacGvyer and The A-Team kicked ass, but Jack Bauer will eat them for breakfast! And then Sydney Bristow for lunch. Afternoon delight, yo.

#4: Smallville - This is the only TV show that I’m collecting on DVD. Well, so far. I currently have Seasons 1-3, and I can’t wait to get Seasons 4 and 5. It has everything. Hot chicks, special effects, humor, adventure, and dozens of easter eggs for comic book geeks. Never been a fan of the Superman mythos, but this show changed my mind. I’d take this over any of the Superman movies any day.

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When Superman “died”, everybody knew it was a marketing strategy. When Captain America “died” last week in the pages of Captain America #25, it was mostly seen as a social commentary. The death of a fictional character made headlines all over the U.S. and hundreds of bloggers gave their piece. Time to give mine. It’s so frakkin’ brilliant! I haven’t read the issue yet, but just the fact that they killed Captain freakin’ America makes me sit up and notice. We all know he’s going to come back eventually, but for now, the general public who don’t read comics lost a symbol of truth, justice, and the American Dream. The comics community, however, lost a beloved son. Rest in peace, Cap. *sniff*

On that mournful note, it’s time for my weekly haul! SPOILERS, yo!

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With all the attention comic books are getting in the mainstream media in recent years due to the popularity of comics-inspired movies, now is a good time as ever to profess my love for the sequential arts. Not that I’m ashamed of loving a medium that mainly focuses on men in colorful tights. It’s just that before this age of comics appreciation, there was a time when the world looked down upon comics as nothing more than bad entertainment and poison for young minds. You wondering why? Pay attention, kiddies. I’m going to give you a quick look into the quirky old world of comics. Let me start by saying that comics of yore were viewed by some as very suggestive reading materials for the youth, hence Dr. Fredric Wertham’s Seduction of the Innocent. What an ass. It was all in his mind. It’s not like a comic book can suggest too much to a young and innocent mind.

A few days ago, I went to my favorite comic book shop, ComicQuest at the Festival Mall. I do that every week. Well, mostly every week. I try to be there every Thursday night so I can be one of the first geeks to see the new comics for the week. It has been a routine. And my wallet hates me for it. Oh, sweet wallet. So naive to the perils of Baddie having a job and a steady flow of cash.

Anyway, this particular trip to the four-color heaven I call ComicQuest was special. Usually, the only females there are the clerks. Rarely do I see female customers. If they’re there, they’re with their boyfriends. Or sons. Or husbands. Or brothers. This trip was different. There were 2 female customers. One of them was a chubby girl with her guy friends trying to look for a gift for someone. That someone was probably a Transformers geek since the girl was hellbent on finding a Transformers comic or action figure that would agree with her budget. The other girl… well, she’s a goddess.
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