I spend entirely too much time and money on things that contribute absolutely nothing to my long-term security, personal development, and financial stability.

In one blow this week, I spent almost seven thousand bucks on comic books at Fully Booked - the complete Bone series collected into one volume (it’s in black-and-white, unlike the individual volumes, which are digitally painted and look absolutely beautiful), and Neil Gaiman’s Absolute Sandman Volume III.

I’m halfway through Bone, and it’s absolutely lovely. Jeff Smith’s writing and art is absolutely gorgeous, and something I want to pattern myself against. When TIME Magazine says it’s one of the top ten graphic novels of all time, you need to believe them. I just can’t imagine what the other ten could be – but I will certainly go out of my way to complete them all. I already have Watchmen and The Dark Knight Returns, so I think I’m well on the path to creating a stash of fine, inspiring literature to pass on to future generations of MDJ Superstarlings.

Sandman is Sandman, but I don’t know when I’ll have the time to actually crack it open. It’s been months since I read volumes 1 & 2, so I’ll need to refresh my memory first, methinks…

Also, I downloaded a movie I had no idea even existed – “Return to the Batcave: The Misadventures of Adam & West”, which sounds as cheesy and campy as it sounds. It’s all about Adam West & Burt Ward from the original Batman TV series from the 60s (KAPOW!), as they chase down a villain from their past, complete with the still-foxy Julie Newmar (Catwoman) playing a key role. I love nostalgia, and I swear to God my nipples stiffened with joy just seeing the original Batmobile and the “WHAM!/OUCH!/ZING!” sound effect supers.

Sigh. I’m poor, but contented.

Whoever said money can’t buy happiness obviously never knew where to shop…