Dear comics: It's not you, it's me...

[lizardbeth]

Today I wandered into my local comic book store (hubby wanted to buy the new Batgirl bust, which is adorable, btw), and found nothing. once upon a time, hubby and I were doing twenty-thirty titles a week. Of course the baby blew that all to hell- for awhile we could barely get to the store once a month. Going (all but) cold turkey really broke the addiction and now I can't go back. I still can't keep up with the multipart epics that seem now to occur every month and even the titles outside that stuff-- I'm so meh. Even Astonishing X-men which I continued to read pretty much purely for Teh Joss and Kitty and Scott, I can't cope with it anymore -- I don't like Emma (and the more I read them, the more I hate Emma/Scott with a thousand fiery suns) and I wish Piotr had stayed dead. It was kind of sad to look at all the titles I used to read and not want to pick up any of them again. Fannish glee all gone. :(

Or, maybe not, since I'm coveting that Kitty mini-bust like crazy. It has Lockheed, woot!