Well, it seems that the nerd dams have burst ever since I’ve let Shmathan and Sharker contribute to the blog, but you won’t find me complaining. Frankly, when there’s a party, I’m always inclined to join. And, to be frank, nerd parties are something of which I know all too well.
In my youth, I could frequently be found pouring over comic books in my bedroom like a nerd boy in heat. My tastes, admittedly, always ran a little queer: Obvious titles in the Marvel canon were always overtook by the more random and obscure ends of the Marvel universe. I cut my comic book teeth on the parody series What The–?!, Sleepwalker was my favorite title, and I gravitated to Generation X and the inspired artistry of Chris Bachalo over any other X spinoff. These things happen.
Nevertheless, these colors don’t run and blahblahblah, so I’d be lying by omission if I didn’t admit to being a Marvel nerd. Always have, and always will. That was my closet, and here is my exit:
Trust me, the pink-letter editorialization merely obscures the beauty. Enjoy, and let’s move on.
Anyways, all (nerd) things considered, this brings us to the real and most important question to ever be blogged: WHICH X-MAN WOULD YOU BE? It’s deceptively simple to ask, but terribly complicated to answer.
For example, if you were Cyclops, you could accessorize in the most fabulous of ways: