Good afternoon readers. I received an email from an incredibly nice lady named Michelle who is a recent convert to the comic book gospel. She had something to say and wanted to share her experience with you, the readers, so here goes:
My name is Michelle, I’m 31 years old, and I am a brand new comic book addict. My darling husband, who writes for Comical Musings as Romeo Sid Vicious, has asked me to write a little about that. Honestly, I don’t know what I have to say that would be of interest, but here goes.
I’ve been a geek for most of my life. I started out as a computer geek, teaching myself to build websites and eventually write PHP. A little bit at a time I got into other areas of the wonderful world of nerdery, including science-fiction and fantasy, gaming, and a general adoration for anything touched by Wil Wheaton. But somehow, I never could get into comic books. I knew they were out there, knew they were loved by many of my fellow nerds, and therefore must have some unseen value on which I was missing out. I tried to understand it, really I did. (Ok, I won’t even try to count the many hours that teenaged me spent reading Archie comics as “trying” to get into comic books. It’s not the same, I know, LOL.) I found comic book versions of some of the things I really love (like Doctor Who, Firefly, and The Guild), and I read them, but I just really did not get it.
Another thing you have to know about me is that I am a girl. As in, girly girl, likes the things girls like, and one of those things absolutely, definitely is hot guys. Especially hot guys who are also brilliant (or at least play someone brilliant on TV). I’m not ashamed of that, and I am not ashamed to admit that the initial reason I became interested in Marvel was noticing that Tony Stark, as played by Robert Downey Jr., is hot. I’m sorry, I mean HAWT. (And what is up with all the Tom Hiddleston fan girls? Loki is the villian! And come on — genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, hello!) So, anyway, noticing that (during the recent hoopla over the new Avengers movie), I immediately jumped on Netflix and watched both Iron Man movies. (Which, BTW, were excellent.) And then, in my excitement and impatience over having to wait to actually see The Avengers, I started reading the Iron Man comic books, starting with Extremis (2005).
Suddenly, a love affair with comic books was born. I absolutely devoured all of the Iron Man between Extremis and now, and delved into The Avengers, then Spider-Man, Daredevil, The Punisher, and anything else Marvel I could get my hands on. In the first month alone I read 400 comic books. I was absolutely floored by my sudden discovery of what is, as I called it to my husband, an absolutely genius media. I’ve always loved to read, and I was thrilled to discover that comics are not “picture books.” The good ones, at least, are literature plus art. They don’t remove the imagination aspect of a story the way television images do — they enhance it. Frankly, I can’t get enough.
I guess if you are reading this here on Comical Musings, I am preaching to the choir. You have probably already realized how awesome it is to be transported to this world of heroes and villains, triumphs and struggles, life and death, and the eternal search for what’s right. I guess I’m just excited to finally join you on this amazing journey. So, safe travels folks; see you out there.
Since it’s all in the family and I am interested in reading more about her journey (as I am sure that you are). I’m thinking that a code name and an Iron Man Extremis Review are in order. Be on the lookout for that in the future. It will be “HAWT.”
~ Scott Deaux ~