Between The Staples.

I have a not-so secret confession to make.

I am a geek.

Star Trek in my religion, I have a number of episodes of Doctor Who on me at all times, and I spend way more than what is reasonable on comic books every month.

Unfortunately, whilst I was away travelling Europe, I ended up getting about a month behind in my comics. When I finally did come in to pick them up, (shout out to the lovely folks at the best comic store in Van City, Elfsar) I was handed a giant pile, with an equally hefty price tag. It's days like that, as Ethan mentioned, that the %20 discount really helps.

Anyways, so I head home, all excited to see what I've been missing. And I'm about halfway through one particular comic, when I see something heartbreaking.

And no, it wasn't Matt Murdock cheating on his mentally ill wife with Dakota North. Although that was rather douchebaggy.

It was one of those Really annoying things they put in magazines that you fill out to send away for something. And since they are thicker than the pages, they always stick out when you open them. But this was no regular send away offer.

This one was for the US Navy. Ugh.

Now I certainly don't put it beyond the Navy to market to a bunch of nerds drooling over Power Girl, but it was just so depressing.

I'm reading about a highly fictionalized world. I don't want to be reminded about the two wars going on. Having to hear about the American election every five minutes is bad enough. But they wanted you to write down what time they should call your house!

How scary is that?

Am I overreacting? Probably. However, I hate it when something I've been looking forward to is ruined by the harsh intrusion of reality.