Yesterday I stopped by my local comics supplier in Brooklyn and picked up some titles that I've requested be set aside. A few months ago, I filled out a membership form, so...I'm like...a member. There's a certifiable paper trail that makes me culpable. I'm a willing participant in the decline of my own cool. The shop pulls everything I want as it comes in and I pay a visit every couple of weeks and buy the lot.
Sometimes I worry that I'm regressing but that sort of paranoia can't really stand up in the face of Amazing X-men storylines penned by Joss Whedon.