This may not come as a surprise to anyone, but I own a lot of comics.
It’s a pretty obvious fact that I’ve become acutely aware of over the past few days, since I’ve been moving my collection around into a new set of boxes, but what surprised me even more than the fact that I’ve got an entire run of John Ostrander’s Martian Manhunter series that I’ve never read a single issue of was the sheer amount of Archie books that I’ve got. Admittedly, I’ve been buying the entire line for more than a year now, but still: There’s a ton of ’em.
It stuck out to me so much that I decided–as any right-minded person would–to take a picture of myself holding a bunch of them and scowling and, for reasons that were obvious at the time, send it to a bunch of my pals:
Incidentally, if it looks like I never sleep, it’s because… well, probably because I’m up late writing about the Bat-Witch or something every night.
Kevin Church was the first to respond with an image that provided tonight’s title:
Next up, Mark Hale casts aspersions on the motivating force behind my Riverdalean obsessions:
Then Dave Lartigue decided to throw in a little of the urban flava that we’ve come to expect from the ISB:
The possibilities are endless. Join us, won’t you?