After living here for over a year, I finally visited Pocatello's only comic book shop.

It's really quite dangerous to put me in a comic book shop. Not necessarily because of money, but because of time. I have the tendency to chew the fat with comic book shop clerks and owners for hours on end.

Though I can't pinpoint it exactly, I stopped reading comics in late 2001 or early 2002. I stopped collecting them in early 2003. In between the point when I stopped reading and stopped collecting, I made my annual biweekly treks down to my comic shop in Pasadena primarily to talk to my comic shop guy. We'd talk about comics, movies, politics, and even sometimes religion.

At the end, of course, I'd pick up my last two comic pulls, which usually were in the $40-50 range. They'd be put in a stack and - for the most part - never read. When he closed the shop, I stopped buying all together.

For those of you that know what a thrifty and generally utilitarian guy I am, you'll appreciate how out-of-character that is. But even before that guy there was another at my previous comic shop in Nassau Bay. There wasn't one at the comic shop in Baybrook, and not-entirely-incoincidentally I stopped going there.

So I stopped buy Poky's shop primarily to get a catalogue of trade-paperbacks. I figured when and if I do start collecting again, I'm going to go that route rather than the month-to-month. I also may go the eBay route. Not sure.

But in any case, I spent an hour or so talking to a guy I'd never really met about an entertainment medium that I haven't regularly followed in at least a couple of years and about a movie that I have not yet seen (but will this week, I hope!). The guy was so excited about Batman Begins that his daugther had to stop him from telling me about the whole movie.

I also entered a raffle for a giant Wolverine head-sculpture.

What in tarnation would I do with a giant Wolverine head-sculpture?