spider_9d4fe78e4cI resist the urge to pour my hot coffee all over the spider. With my luck the caffeine would energize it into some frenzied arachnid terror that would undoubtedly kill me within seconds. I stare at it for a while with the simultaneous feelings of disgust and fascination that accompany such things.

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I grew up reading comic books, though you would never have gotten me to admit it. Cool kids didn’t read comic books. I shudder now to think about how much money I spent on those adventure-filled pages; but back then, week after week, month after month, the heroes in each panel came alive for me for a small fee that amounted to most of my allowance. Wolverine and his claws, Spiderman and his webs, Batman and his… angst. These colorful characters awed and inspired me every time I entered into their worlds. I didn’t want to be like them, I wanted to be them. I wanted to be a superhero. Continue reading