I've been noticing something lately, as my tastes in comics change and I get busier and busier with school work and more work, I haven't been into a comic books store in the better part of a year. I know that's partially due to the fact that the nearest comic shop is a good 20 minute drive into the deepest darkest depths of suburban west omaha where the untamed suv's and the wildest trophy wives and soccermoms fight for dominance but I digress. My wake up call was when I logged on to my Amazon.com com account and realized it knows me better than some of my friends! I'm not entirelly sure how to feel about this. I jumped on there during class the other night to get a publishing date for a book we were talking about and found myself distracted by the "Recommended for you" front page. Ohhhhhh Hellboy! Dear god, I don't think I've ever gotten a Hellboy comic from there but they still know!
Now I'd love to be the new-age hipster who rails against the depersonalization of the electronic age touts that cell phones, ipods and computers are causing us to all be anti-social. But the fact of the matter is every "LCS" I've ever been to (save for one in K.C.) has been run by some facsimile of Comic Book Guy who's gonna sit there and make me feel stupid for not digging on Silver Age Green Lantern or some shit. I know my experience is not the norm but out here in the fly-over states I'm more than happy to let a web-page be my LCS and to have my comic friends on message boards. So I guess I'm not your average fanboy.
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