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thehefnerSome boyfriends make their girls mix tapes. I'm making Henchgirl a couple boxes of comics to borrow while she's back in Tuscaloosa for the next month and a half. A longbox and a half, to be exact, both packed fit to burst with tons of Batman, Morrison's ANIMAL MAN, the cult classic MAJOR BUMMER, Dini's entire DETECTIVE COMICS run, a near-complete run of THE QUESTION, and more, plus whatever else she wants to take.
She's been helping me to reorganize my entire comic collection. I have fifteen long boxes, which amounts to roughly 5,200 comics, plus many graphic novels (which she also helped organize; my bookshelves have never looked so hot). We've been tearing into them, sorting the comics first by company (DC, Marvel, etc), then by character/team (Batman, GL, JLA/E/I/U), then by title (BATMAN, DETECTIVE COMICS, LEGENDS OF THE DARK KNIGHT), then in numerical order.
People keep assuming I've forced her to do this. They look at her with winking sympathy and say, "You're a very supportive girlfriend." It drives her nuts, even though she does painfully understand that she is one of, like, five straight DC Comics fangirls in existence. I'm talking superheroes here. Not Neil Gaiman. Not RUNAWAYS. Not BUFFY. Not even X-MEN. Capes and tights all the way, with an emphasis on Batman and particularly his rogues gallery.
Have I mentioned how ridiculously frelling lucky I am?
No, y'see, this collection reorganization was her idea, partially because it gave her an excuse to delve into everything that I have. We were about three hours into the process, having successfully sorted them into company and character, when she had to stand. Not just to stretch--because comic sorting is seriously not comfortable after long periods--but because she had to jump me.
"You have SO. MANY. COMICS," she said, seizing me with newsprint-smudged fingers. "You have two longboxes of BATMAN!" *KISS!* "You have one and a half for GREEN LANTERN!" *KISS!* "You have THE QUESTION!" *KISS!* "You have THE SPIRIT!" *KISS!* "You." *KISS!* "Have." *KISS!* "THE SHADOW!!!" *KISSKISSKISSKISSKISSTONGUEKISS!*
I don't know if anyone, in the history of the world, ever literally shared a geekgasm before. We're pioneers, we are. Sexy, geeky pioneers.
There was so much more said and done afterward that I wish we'd have thought to write it all down for posterity. Maybe we're just blinded by our own passion, but I gotta say, I think we're kind of totally awesome together. We need to be recording this somehow. We need to have cameras following us at all times, or at least have the iPhone always turned onto dictation mode so we can transcribe our amazing geekery for later. I honestly think we have it in us to become the first geek power couple.
Here's hoping the next month and a half apart doesn't suck too badly. And that she takes good care of my comics. They're almost as important to me as she is.
She's been helping me to reorganize my entire comic collection. I have fifteen long boxes, which amounts to roughly 5,200 comics, plus many graphic novels (which she also helped organize; my bookshelves have never looked so hot). We've been tearing into them, sorting the comics first by company (DC, Marvel, etc), then by character/team (Batman, GL, JLA/E/I/U), then by title (BATMAN, DETECTIVE COMICS, LEGENDS OF THE DARK KNIGHT), then in numerical order.
People keep assuming I've forced her to do this. They look at her with winking sympathy and say, "You're a very supportive girlfriend." It drives her nuts, even though she does painfully understand that she is one of, like, five straight DC Comics fangirls in existence. I'm talking superheroes here. Not Neil Gaiman. Not RUNAWAYS. Not BUFFY. Not even X-MEN. Capes and tights all the way, with an emphasis on Batman and particularly his rogues gallery.
Have I mentioned how ridiculously frelling lucky I am?
No, y'see, this collection reorganization was her idea, partially because it gave her an excuse to delve into everything that I have. We were about three hours into the process, having successfully sorted them into company and character, when she had to stand. Not just to stretch--because comic sorting is seriously not comfortable after long periods--but because she had to jump me.
"You have SO. MANY. COMICS," she said, seizing me with newsprint-smudged fingers. "You have two longboxes of BATMAN!" *KISS!* "You have one and a half for GREEN LANTERN!" *KISS!* "You have THE QUESTION!" *KISS!* "You have THE SPIRIT!" *KISS!* "You." *KISS!* "Have." *KISS!* "THE SHADOW!!!" *KISSKISSKISSKISSKISSTONGUEKISS!*
I don't know if anyone, in the history of the world, ever literally shared a geekgasm before. We're pioneers, we are. Sexy, geeky pioneers.
There was so much more said and done afterward that I wish we'd have thought to write it all down for posterity. Maybe we're just blinded by our own passion, but I gotta say, I think we're kind of totally awesome together. We need to be recording this somehow. We need to have cameras following us at all times, or at least have the iPhone always turned onto dictation mode so we can transcribe our amazing geekery for later. I honestly think we have it in us to become the first geek power couple.
Here's hoping the next month and a half apart doesn't suck too badly. And that she takes good care of my comics. They're almost as important to me as she is.
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Date: 2009-11-02 03:16 am (UTC)Then again, it's hard to find anybody, male or female, who I could geek out with the same way as I can with Henchgirl. If more customers at the comic store were like her, I'd definitely still be working there!
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Date: 2009-11-02 03:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-02 03:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-02 03:40 am (UTC)Though on the upside, I have met Neal Adams, Dan Slott, and Chris Claremont. And Eli Roth smiled at me once.