Fond Nerdy Memories

After recently re-acquainting myself with my vast horde of comics, assembled in my misspent youth, I began obsessively re-ordering, re-bagging and re-boarding all of it. I'm not even halfway done, but already my questionable taste in comics is becoming an embarrassment. My bookshelves now hold some slim volumes of TPB's of cool alternative stuff by hip authors and such, but the vast majority of my actual comics is a vast swathe of x-men comics encompassing most of Chris Claremont's run, and all of the terrible Nicieza-Lobdell-Seagall conga-line of failure that followed it. There were some great storylines, sure but this was also the era where everyone was suddenly inexplicably related and the amount of titles to follow numbered in the dozens a week. The Claremont era, though equally convoluted and filled with purple prose, was a hell of a lot better. I started reading the x-men because of a whole year's worth of dutch reprints bundled together by the publisher which was staring me in the face back in '93. Uncanny x-men 258-270. I was immediately fascinated by how complex it was. Every issue seemed to be about a bunch of different people, all of whom were part of a superhero team at some point, but I'd missed that. Just because I wanted to know how exactly all these random weird events had happened, I spent most of the next couple of years tracking down every issue I could find and buying all the new ones. And I'm this close to starting again. I already have the list of the six issues I'm missing memorised.