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The Wall of Geek
Jan. 30th, 2012 08:04 amOn Saturday, while running my usual errands, I stopped by the local comic book shop to look for a back issue or two of "Superboy and The Legion of Super-Heroes." The parking lot was nearly full, which should have been my first clue that this wasn't going to go well. While the place does decent business, this seemed unusual.
I went inside to find that it was apparently RPG game day. With my apologies to the gamers on my friends list, I just have never gotten into the RPG thing. While I find you guys very grounded and normal and likely do this for fun, the crowd of adults in this comic book store was staggeringly disturbing. It was a collection of guys who either live together as roommates or live solo still holding up in their respective parents' basement. If there was a cult looking for a virgin sacrifice, it would have been a buyers' market for them in here.
I'm being the judgmental bitch here (and for humorous effect of course), because the store is small and with the game tables set up, the wall of geek was blocking the new comic books. So I turned down another aisle to the back-issues, my reason for coming in the first place, to find the guys had spread out and was laying their cards out on the back issue boxes. So, after being blocked from the new AND the old, I just left in a disgusted huff. I think the assistant manager saw me leave empty-handed and wearing a scowl.
After heading home, I started coloring some cartoons of mine. What a difference color can make. My only complaint is that I think the tones I used were a bit too yellow.
Before...
After...
Happy Monday.. if that's possible...
I went inside to find that it was apparently RPG game day. With my apologies to the gamers on my friends list, I just have never gotten into the RPG thing. While I find you guys very grounded and normal and likely do this for fun, the crowd of adults in this comic book store was staggeringly disturbing. It was a collection of guys who either live together as roommates or live solo still holding up in their respective parents' basement. If there was a cult looking for a virgin sacrifice, it would have been a buyers' market for them in here.
I'm being the judgmental bitch here (and for humorous effect of course), because the store is small and with the game tables set up, the wall of geek was blocking the new comic books. So I turned down another aisle to the back-issues, my reason for coming in the first place, to find the guys had spread out and was laying their cards out on the back issue boxes. So, after being blocked from the new AND the old, I just left in a disgusted huff. I think the assistant manager saw me leave empty-handed and wearing a scowl.
After heading home, I started coloring some cartoons of mine. What a difference color can make. My only complaint is that I think the tones I used were a bit too yellow.
Before...
After...
Happy Monday.. if that's possible...
