I am sure you have seen these guys. They walk around with their pristine copies of Giant Sized X-Men #1 clutched in their hands. The wounds they received from the rush for Superman #75 have left them with a limp and slight incontinence. They are the Comic Veterans and they love the smell of Wednesdays in the morning.
When you talk to a true Comic Vet there is sort of an awkward bitterness in their speech. Comics are a general that have sent them off on so many missions they both hate and respect the genre. They have seen the return of Jean Grey, the second return and the third or whatever. They take long drags of Camel Reds and explain how the Clone Saga broke their heart. They have seen it all and had it all happen. While you will definitely see a Comic Vet every Wednesdays sometimes you are not sure why. They never seem to get excited about anything.
While I dabbled in comic collecting for some of middle school and all of high school it was not until 2000 that I really started considering myself a comic collector. Now eight years and ten long boxes later, I am starting to feel that encouraging sullenness. I am starting to feel that ache in my bones over one too many crossover. I am still picking out pieces of glass and metal from Countdown. I am starting to get tired.
But I do not want to. I still want to believe that the comic companies will surprise me. That they are going to put out the best stories they possibly can with the only thought being on the quality of those stories. Call it forced naiveté. Call it willful gullibility. Call it stupidity. I do not care. I want to be excited about comics again.
So I sit here at my computer on the cusp of the summer of 2008. I think this summer has a real possibility for the amazing. Like decades from now we will tell our children about the Crossovers of ’08. We have Secret Invasion and Final Crisis, two mega-events years in the making – years. After reading Ms. Marvel #26 (that was the issue that got me excited, go figure) and DC Universe #0 I feel like we have two great storylines ahead of us. I look through the May and June Previews and I get almost giddy. It is a nice feeling to have. I am pushing aside worries of false hype and broken expectations. I am merely basking in the wonder of prospect. I am excited about comics again. Who’s with me?
Who’s With Me?
Said like Mel Gibson in Braveheart but without the face paint, sword and creepy religious zeal just waiting to burst from within.