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Dec. 2nd, 2012 11:10 amOH THE DRAMA OF MY MORNING.
Mum texted me around ten o'clock and asked if it was a good time to give a call, and I said sure, I wasn't doing anything. So I picked up my phone and took it into the kitchen, thinking I could clean a little while she talked, and it didn't ring. About five minutes later, I checked the phone.
TOTAL BRICK. Nothing worked. Not the power button, not the screen button, not even the vibrate button when I switched it to silent. It didn't charge when I plugged it in. So I was annoyed, but it's my work phone and I can get it replaced for free, plus I'd backed up everything at least within two weeks so I'd only lose a few photos.
I called Mum back on my personal phone -- I had been thinking about cancelling it, but man, it just paid for itself in convenience -- and she was worried that my work phone was broken but couldn't contain her excitement for long.
Apparently she'd just found my stash of Marvel comics collector's cards.
When I was a kid -- well, in that nebulous 12-16 area -- I collected baseball cards. I also collected other kinds of cards, on occasion, depending mainly on the "Are they cool?" factor, and in 1992, Marvel comics cards were so cool. When I went to college my brother sort of absorbed my card collection, and eventually I got rid of most of my baseball cards -- sold the good ones, gave away the less-valuable ones -- but I didn't know where my Marvel cards had gone. I didn't really care, they were a side thing, I figured he'd gotten rid of them himself.
Not so. He kept them and augmented the collection. Mum found about 500-600 Marvel Comics cards in a binder in a closet. She was going through it so excitedly. "WE HAVE A WOLVERINE!"
Wolverine is the one Marvel character she knows, because Hugh Jackman played him in the movie.
I hated to tell her that most cards are worth ten or twenty cents, but it's true some may be worth more if they're still in mint condition, so I'm going to be valuing them over Christmas. I have to stop by my comics shop this week and see if they know of a good dealer I can take them to. Who knows, we might get a few hundred bucks for that many.
Mum: Sam, this one is like a tryptich! You assemble three cards and get Doctor Doom! Is he a bad guy?
Sam: Doctor Doom's definitely a bad guy.
Mum: What about this guy fighting in his underwear?
Sam: You're going to have to be way more specific.
Mum: Oh look, another Wolverine! Are there more than one Wolverine?
Sam: No. He's the best at what he does.
Mum: That's some kind of joke, isn't it?
Sam: I will explain it to you when I'm home for Christmas. Just don't take anything out of the protective sleeve, okay?
I'm hoping among the collection is the Captain America-Namor-Human Torch three card set. That one's gorgeous, and I may keep it. Deco Captain America ftw.
I can't believe we still have them. Thirteen-year-old Sam, I salute your taste in fandoms. You little baby Coulson you.
Anyway, we hung up and I went about my day, and like twenty minutes ago my phone spontaneously turned itself back on. It might be possessed, I'm looking into it, but in the meantime I've at least downloaded the photos and backed it up on iTunes, so now if it bricks up again I won't lose any data.
I think it heard me talking about how I might get an iPhone 5 out of the tragedy, and got pissed.
Mum texted me around ten o'clock and asked if it was a good time to give a call, and I said sure, I wasn't doing anything. So I picked up my phone and took it into the kitchen, thinking I could clean a little while she talked, and it didn't ring. About five minutes later, I checked the phone.
TOTAL BRICK. Nothing worked. Not the power button, not the screen button, not even the vibrate button when I switched it to silent. It didn't charge when I plugged it in. So I was annoyed, but it's my work phone and I can get it replaced for free, plus I'd backed up everything at least within two weeks so I'd only lose a few photos.
I called Mum back on my personal phone -- I had been thinking about cancelling it, but man, it just paid for itself in convenience -- and she was worried that my work phone was broken but couldn't contain her excitement for long.
Apparently she'd just found my stash of Marvel comics collector's cards.
When I was a kid -- well, in that nebulous 12-16 area -- I collected baseball cards. I also collected other kinds of cards, on occasion, depending mainly on the "Are they cool?" factor, and in 1992, Marvel comics cards were so cool. When I went to college my brother sort of absorbed my card collection, and eventually I got rid of most of my baseball cards -- sold the good ones, gave away the less-valuable ones -- but I didn't know where my Marvel cards had gone. I didn't really care, they were a side thing, I figured he'd gotten rid of them himself.
Not so. He kept them and augmented the collection. Mum found about 500-600 Marvel Comics cards in a binder in a closet. She was going through it so excitedly. "WE HAVE A WOLVERINE!"
Wolverine is the one Marvel character she knows, because Hugh Jackman played him in the movie.
I hated to tell her that most cards are worth ten or twenty cents, but it's true some may be worth more if they're still in mint condition, so I'm going to be valuing them over Christmas. I have to stop by my comics shop this week and see if they know of a good dealer I can take them to. Who knows, we might get a few hundred bucks for that many.
Mum: Sam, this one is like a tryptich! You assemble three cards and get Doctor Doom! Is he a bad guy?
Sam: Doctor Doom's definitely a bad guy.
Mum: What about this guy fighting in his underwear?
Sam: You're going to have to be way more specific.
Mum: Oh look, another Wolverine! Are there more than one Wolverine?
Sam: No. He's the best at what he does.
Mum: That's some kind of joke, isn't it?
Sam: I will explain it to you when I'm home for Christmas. Just don't take anything out of the protective sleeve, okay?
I'm hoping among the collection is the Captain America-Namor-Human Torch three card set. That one's gorgeous, and I may keep it. Deco Captain America ftw.
I can't believe we still have them. Thirteen-year-old Sam, I salute your taste in fandoms. You little baby Coulson you.
Anyway, we hung up and I went about my day, and like twenty minutes ago my phone spontaneously turned itself back on. It might be possessed, I'm looking into it, but in the meantime I've at least downloaded the photos and backed it up on iTunes, so now if it bricks up again I won't lose any data.
I think it heard me talking about how I might get an iPhone 5 out of the tragedy, and got pissed.
