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So, I’m back to work; nt full time just yet, but I got a head full of projects and promotions and tons of excitement for getting behind the ol’ register again.  On the whole, it’s been exactly what I’ve needed and the support been just super.

But I love lunch.

Just love it.  Work an eight-hour shift, you get that nice juicy hour break right in the middle of the day to just kick back and relax… with comics.  And food!  All days should have a one hour break of food and comics, but right in the middle of your shift nit’s just a little slice of heaven.  Look through the stacks, try and remember that one comic a customer had been looking fr and look into it yourself, maybe grab a trade that has a tidbit of info from the comic you last read, kick back in the back of the store (if you’re so lucky) and enjoy the recharge of batteries.

Don’t get any food on those issues though, or else you just bought yourself some new books.

I actually started out my blog from my lunch break at work, all those many years ago.  Taking aside the preview books for that week (man, I miss those), writing up a few sentences on them inbetween bites of an egg salad sandwich, those first impressions would later get written up at home.  Reading comics at lunch I think cools the brain down enough to really think about what you’re reading but not enough to make you brilliant.  Brilliant comes latewr, after digestion, lunch and comics just gets you that first taste.

Me, I’m a creature of habit and work at a store conviently located right next to a snazzy litle restaurant.  I have a booth, I have my books and I have a cherry coke to toast the first half of my working day.  I like reading indy stuff while refueling, the shock and strangeness of a new story or art style taken with a stout and familiar meal.    Today, it’s Johnny Hiro on rec from the ISB and the long lean art syle and the quirky tale being told goes well with some steak and cheese.  It’s kind of Seth Fishery and Stuart Immoneny and while I’m not big on the black-and-white ‘autobiography’, putting a giant lizard atacking your New York apartment to get at your girlfriend whose mother used to be a member of what looks like Voltron… yeah.  I could totally read the Hell out of that.

My lunch has gone well.  I am full of tasty food, I’ve just jammed through a few pages of a graphic novel that kept my attention through said tasty foods and now I have a little more ammo when I go back to my shift to recommend a new book to those who might dig it too.

Just all part of the plan.