You May Have Gone Too Far

Mind if I bitch about a pet peeve of mine?

TOO LATE!

I like comics. I like to read them. I like write about them. And I like to draw them. I could probably be easily tagged as a geek, and I suppose that's a fair cop.

But I don't think they're real. And they're not so important to me that I'd view anyone who doesn't like them with an unquenchable hatred that will burn like the stars in the sky for a near eternity. They're a passtime. A form of enterntainment that I enjoy. And I can enjoy them without being a psychopath about it.

So, why can't so many folks do the same with their entertainments?

Now, I don't know about you, but I find spending hundreds or even thousands of dollars to make a plus-sized stormtrooper costume with the sole aim of impressing other fellows in plus-sized stormtrooper costumes just a damned bit... insane. I admit that I don't know if the people above are insane or not, but given the sort of crazy-assed emails I've gotten over the last year or so from fans of a certain videogame webcomic I shat on for sucking beyond my tolerance, I'd be willing to bet at least one dollar (Canadian!) they're a few basements shy of the sunlight...If yah get my meaning.

I've been there, I know how seductively cult-like that lifestyle is, so I'm not hating on them. But being obsessed with your pop culture entertainments to the point it takes over your life: It's called being a fanboy. A fanboy is kinda like a porno in that they're hard to legally define, but you know one when you see it. Fanboys come in all stripes and walks of life. They just have to be obsessed with something like comics, or videogames, or pro-wrestling to the point it damages their ability to interact with regular people. The anonymity of the internet just makes them more extreme about it.

So, I beg you... If you know someone like that, try to get them help. Or at least try to keep them from constantly annoying me while I read the internet. Out of my sight is happily out of my mind.

Thank you.