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A Tale of Two NerdWalks

Longbox Graveyard #166

Apologies for the long silence here at Longbox Graveyard, and thanks to my readers who have stayed with me through this interruption. I’ve been distracted these past several months with a job search on two continents, and then an international move to accept a new position in Vancouver, B.C., Canada.

my new neighbors

I planned my move like the Mad Thinker, and used this latest change as another opportunity to downsize. I brought precious few of my geeky possessions to my 600 sq. ft. Canadian attic digs. A couple boxes of books, a few games, and no comics at all — digital serves me fine in this regard. I have an old video game console, streaming music, digital subscriptions to HBO and Netflix and Filmstruck, a Kindle full of books to read, an iPad perfect for comics reading … really, I have more entertainment on hand than I could plow through in a lifetime. Plus my landlords offer free cable, so after being unplugged for two years, I’m catching up on hockey.

Longbox Graveyard Canadian HQ

My first month here has been spent riding out the rainy rump end of the winter, and settling in at my new job. There hasn’t been a lot of time to do much more than go to work and tinker with my new apartment. My wonderful wife remained behind in California to stay close to our boys as they finish out with school, so I am a fifty-something bachelor up here, able for the first time in decades to devote myself to work, work, and nothing but work. It’s fine.

But with the skies clearing up and my furniture all bolted together, I’ve gotten the itch to go out a bit. My job is sedentary so any excuse to walk is welcome, and when the sun makes a rare weekend appearance, it is practically a survival imperative to get outdoors and get in some miles. Nerd that I am, thought, this hasn’t meant experiencing Vancouver’s startlingly-close and dramatic wilderness (though I am looking forward to that).

more-or-less the view from my back door

No, when I go for a walk, I go for … a NerdWalk.

My geek life began as a NerdWalker. In the summer of 1974 — my twelfth year, my own personal Golden Age — I walked up and down Hollywood Boulevard, poking into comics shops and record shops and magic shops and used bookstores, sneaking into R-Rated Bruce Lee movies and buying slices of pizza with a wadded-up dollar bill.

I don’t remember the girl (sadly), but I remember that shop!

My first impressions of independence and imagination are indelibly intertwined with dusty magazines, old movie stills, rock & roll posters, and long walks up and down cracked sidewalks, carrying treasures home in paper bags … and I still have many of those treasures, packed away in my California home, things that have stayed with me despite my many purges.

So it should come as no surprise that my pulse stirred a bit when I realized there was a comics shop about a fifteen minute walk from my front door. And that there was a horror memorabilia shop about fifteen minutes past that, with three used book stores along the way. Planning it out on Google Maps promised a moderate three-mile loop would stretch my legs and let me pretend I was twelve years old again.

a bit before my time, but spiritually accurate

What better way to spend a Saturday?

I hit the horror shop first. I was really intrigued by this place — it looked so funky from the curb, a real throwback to the bizarre retail caves of my youth. And the shop was pretty much what I expected. It was smallish inside — not much bigger than a convention booth — and the stock was a little thin. Mostly posters, a few books, a couple games, an odd collection of used books and some handcrafted items. Not so different than a comics shop, with a narrow focus on horror. The guy behind the counter was friendly enough. There was a Boris Karloff poster that I kind of wanted.

But I remembered that I’d walked to the shop, rather than taking the car, and I didn’t want to haul that framed poster back to the house on foot, especially with the stops I still had planned. And even though the prices were reasonable, I wasn’t eager to open my wallet. I’ve moved to Canada to take a job and send money home to pay tuition for my boys. I mean, if anyone could be said to need a Boris Karloff poster, I’m your guy, but even I don’t really need a Boris Karloff poster.

don’t give me that look

I said goodbye and hit those used bookstores.

I had a vague plan of trying to scare up some cheap, classic science fiction and fantasy. Maybe a vintage paperback edition of Frank Herbert’s Dune, or some Fritz Leiber fantasy, or maybe an old Roger Zelazny book — it’s been decades since I read Lord of Light. The stores were well-stocked, and they had plenty from those authors, but nothing that suited my Goldilocks demands — that cover wasn’t quite correct, this series wasn’t exactly what I was looking for … nothing was just right.

either of these would have done

One store had a terrific collection of mystery novels, and I had a nice hardback edition of The Maltese Falcon in my hand for awhile, but I’ve already read that book several times, and the only reason to buy it would have been to perch it on my shelf, where it might offer a fatal distraction from getting out from under Alan Moore’s Jerusalem, which has pinned me under 1300 pages of stop-and-start bedtime reading since the first of the year. I remembered that I’d already hauled three or four books to Canada with me, and that I try to buy only things I will use (and right away at that). Thugs and adventurers from around the world might be willing to kill their mothers for the Maltese Falcon … but sorry, Mr. Hammett, back on the shelf you go.

why the long face, Bogie?

I had high hopes the comic shop would make my NerdWalk worthwhile, but you can already see where this is going, can’t you? The shop was fine — no different than others of the better breed, with plenty of stock, clean, well-lit, a friendly staff. But. You know the but, right? I’m a digital guy and (despite giving it a go recently) I don’t do monthly comics any more. Omnibuses are nice, and all, but they’re expensive, and why did I drop a grand on an iPad Pro if I was going to be buying big reprint books? And etc. and etc.

I came home empty-handed, pleased that I’d stuck to my frugal ways, but a bit depressed with this fresh evidence that whatever it is I’m seeking right now, it isn’t something I’ll find in a shop.

enlightenment — when you least expect it!

So I buckled down and spent another week as a grownup.

I woke up the following Saturday to a surprise — sunlight. It was supposed to rain all weekend, but here was unexpected sun. That the sun was still up when I dragged out of bed well after noon left me no option — I had to get out for a walk. Despite the previous week’s disappointment, I felt the itch to do another NerdWalk. If nothing else, those shops would give me a destination. I needed a haircut, and I remembered a barber next to the horror shop. Plus, I kept thinking about that Boris Karloff poster.

The horror shop improved with reduced expectations. Nothing had changed in the preceding week — I expect I could have come back after a year and found things the same. Actually, though, something had changed. I had changed. I wasn’t comparing everything to Hollywood in the 70s. Now I was just a guy who wasn’t so uptight about spending a nickel and who thought it might be fun to get some art for my apartment, a humble geek pleased to support a local merchant mad enough to make a go of “horror shop owner” as his career.

I remembered that the pleasure of a geek shop isn’t that it is some Aladdin cave of wonders — it is the simple miracle that it exists at all.

I bought Boris.

And Godzilla, too!

The walk home was a little awkward, with those sleeved posters flapping around in the wind, but not too terrible.

I got my miles in. I got some sun. My attic retreat is a bit more nerdy. My NerdWalk expectations are properly calibrated, and now I’m looking forward to walking down for a haircut once a month or so, and dropping by the horror shop to see what strange new temptations have mushroomed up in my absence. Maybe I’ll go back to the comics shop, or give the used bookstores a second chance, and see if anyone has adopted that Maltese Falcon. I think I even saw a place where I could buy pizza by the slice.

All I need is a sleazy movie theater showing Enter The Dragon and I will be twelve years old again. For the length of a NerdWalk, at least.

Thanks for reading! It’s good to get Longbox Graveyard going again. I plan to get back to monthly publication, but stating your plans is a way to hear God laugh.

Stay nerdy!

NEXT MONTH: #167 — Guardians of the Galaxy!

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About Paul O'Connor

Revelations and retro-reviews from a world where it is always 1978, published once a month or so at www.longboxgraveyard.com!

Posted on April 5, 2017, in Collecting and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. Awesome!! The Godzilla print is great. Looking forward to trekking that nerdwalk Sir.

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  2. Do you think Godzilla gets annoyed that Tokyo keeps getting bigger? Its population is well over 13 million now. I mean he now has to work over twice as hard for the same amount of credit. Doesn’t seem fair. Maybe that’s why he hit San Francisco in the US movie. That’s not even a proper suburb by Tokyo standards.

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  3. Oh man. Vancouver?!?!? I am not a well-traveled humon, but I know Vancouver, and it’s waaaaaaaaaay better than the other place I know, Providence. Congrats on getting a job in the good city.

    My “nerdwalks” consisted of peering out the backseat window of my mom’s teal Ford Taurus wagon, hoping to catch a sign that had either of the keywords COMICS or COLLECTIBLES in the forest of strip malls that dotted suburban New Jersey’s tangle of roadways, then begging her to stop. The result is that I have an attic full of “next times” I need to cash in on.

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    • Oh, man, if I expand my NerdWalking to NerdDriving, there are NerdSpots all over the city. Game stores, revival theaters, comic shops, a couple gaming pubs, the list goes on.

      Look me up if you are ever out this way, Mojo, I will give you the Royal Nerd Tour!

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  4. Those posters rule! I think I am quickly getting to where you are with stuff. Been seriously mulling selling a ton of stuff recently. Starting to feel hemmed in with my collections. Starting to wonder why having a bunch of stuff in boxes I never look at is so important to me,. Like you, I have mostly gone digital with what I read. (Also, omnibuses are awesome, but they are so cumbersome. Too big to hold and read, and if I sit at the table and and look at down at them, it winds up hurting my neck and giving me a headache.) It may be time for the majority of my stuff to go to someone who will love and appreciate it more than I do. I dunno. It’s so strange to even ponder this stuff.

    But great article, and I appreciate hearing of your travails up north! Now that you are back, maybe I can get another article out for you soon!

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    • I personally value a spare and even Spartan environment, but it isn’t for everyone. My attitude has always been that if you genuinely love your stuff, and it isn’t wrecking your relationships or your bank account to have it, then go for it. But when those possessions start to possess you … it’s time to cut your losses. (That’s pretty much the whole first two years of this blog, as you well know). Happy to hop on your podcast if you want to talk anti-collecting!

      Right there with you on Omnibuses, too — they look better on the shelf than they feel in the hand. I mostly read in bed and they press down against the blankets and make it hard to turn pages or see the bottom of the page. Such hardships, I know! But I find with the full-page display of an iPad Pro that digital has finally beaten paper for form factor.

      (And your work is always welcome in the pages of Longbox Graveyard, Dean!)

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  5. Everyone could use a Karloff poster. Glad to see a new post, and I look forward to more in the future.

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  6. That Godzilla poster has its reptilian finger on my entertainment pulse! Which reminds me: While you were transmogrifying into a Canadian, some popular cable show asked for permission to use my photos of the 1970s “Shogun Warrior” Godzilla toy. Perhaps it was foolish to sign their contract without asking for compensation, but shouldn’t a heartwarming blast of radioactive annihilation be shared with the world? If you love something, set it free… on an unsuspecting civilization.

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