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Black Friday Blues

I hate Black Friday. I despise the doorbusting zombies lining up at 4 AM. I despise the traffic. I despise that I have a legitimate reason to go to Target today, but I WILL NOT because it’ll be filled with white eyed maniacal moms and zombie dads trying to grab some vital toy to keep up with the Joneses, a “new” HDTV to replace their “old” one (or to supplement the 5 they already have throughout their house) or the bargain profiteers who are looking to buy and flip.

I’ve lined up many times at the front doors of a comic book convention, waiting for the “go” signal to run to the dollar bins to scoop up deals. I get that. There’s no ad campaign with horribly placed AC/DC music (I’m looking at you Wal-Mart) or news reporters outside begging people to come describe the “atrocities” and bargains.

When I wait in line for a comic con, I’m going to a small business or private seller and supporting them. I’m not plowing through Target or Best Buy trying to grab a mass-produced object that most likely you’ll find on Amazon for the best price once those 5 doorbuster deals are swept up by the people who camped out at 3 AM starting on Tuesday.

I just don’t get the mad consumerism. I’m going off my blog focus a bit, but if Occupy Wall Street wanted to protest big corporations and greed mentality, lock arms in front of Toys R Us on Thursday morning.

What I enjoy, really enjoy, about comics is being able to find something that is a bargain “just for me”, or maybe finding a Holy Grail book and not caring if it’s priced 100-110% over market value so I can complete a collection/run. I enjoy talking to the vendors, discussing our favorite books, and then trading topics, ideas, leads, or even physical books at the end of the day. It feels really good to be a part of those transactions, and a month later when I see that person again, they are excited to see me.

Compare that to retail in 2011.

Compare that to Black Friday.

After work, I’m swinging over to my favorite comic book store. They do indeed have a “Black Friday Sale”, just like they have a July 4th sale, Presidents’ Day sale, and many other holiday sales. But the difference is that if I walk out empty-handed, I don’t feel defeated. On many sale days, I end up buying a non-sale item.

Kick Black Friday in the kidneys this year. Do something else. Buy something meaningful rather than material for someone this year.  And for the love of God, use your damn turn signals, obey stop signs, and remember that many of us on the road today were working, not shopping.

This Sunday, I will once again be dragging my boxes two hours up the turnpike to the Wayne, NJ Toy and Collectible Show. I love the show, I do. It’s worth the effort both in sales numbers, getting rid of “stuff”, and the personal encounters with buyers and sellers. There is, however, one thing that I dread…

Bartering.

Bartering, trading, negotiating, haggling, or any other word for it, is not pleasant. In most cases, you have a battle of wills where two people try to take advantage of each other in hopes that one of them “wins” by screwing the other person. I hate it. I know how much a new car costs, and there’s a profit margin, so why am I haggling on price?  It’s garbage.

The collectibles market is a bit trickier. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and speculative pricing is in the wallet. A certain item may be a “slam dunk” investment meaning it has a history of increasing prices at auction or a base intrinsic value that it never declines below, but I’ve seen enough Antiques Roadshow to know when something is “valuable” vs “garbage”. For an extreme example, here’s some treasure from AR, some great Charles Schultz Comic Strip Art. It’s going to hold a base value whether Peanuts and Snoopy are popular or not. Charles Schultz isn’t too far off from Andy Warhol in how he was able to mass market and cross market his art in that perfect storm of post WWII America, where print media surged and TV boomed.

This is when I usually hear people bring up two of my favorite collecting words. Beanie Babies.

Beanie Babies were the non-sports alternative to the baseball card market surge and purge. Beanies were also mass-produced* and had a very large rise and fall, upon which Ty Warner was able to capitalize. While baseball cards were a longstanding product/collectible that was abused by mob mentality collecting and set-buying completists, Beanies were hoovered up by many people who did not know anything about collectibles for investing, and fell for a fad.  

(*While the marketing idea was that Beanies would be limited in runs with many variations, Beanies were also Happy Meal Toys. Despite what Wikipedia says about the marketing, I’m going to call a horse a horse… mass produced…)

Beanies arguably had an impact on pop culture, similar to Peanuts, but they are less than 20 years old. They were as impactful as pogs, Rubik’s Cubes, and pet rocks. None of these have a long-term collectible value. Yes, there are limited edition Beanies like the Garcia the Bear, but that’s because it appeals to a broader and deeper fan base for collectibles, Grateful Dead fans. The Dead had a huge influence on music, pop culture, and social trends. Notice the difference in the collectible fan base? That’s the crux of my argument on collectible long-term value as well as negotiating a deal.

If you are a Dead fan, you’ll possibly pay more for that bear. The seller may or may not know the upside price you’ll pay, and they may or may not care more about Beanies than the Dead, but the gap between the two parties’ interests is where the deal price lies. That’s the area you need to work in when haggling a price. I don’t want to get into the details of Game Theory and a zero-sum game for negotiating a collectibles price, but in the end, the buyer and seller both have their acceptable price range, and the key is finding out where they overlap to work out the deal.

At the Wayne Toy Show a few months ago, I ran into an ambitious aggressive buyer who was interested in some 1960s-1980s X-Men comics I was blowing out. The key phrase here is “blowing out”. I had extreme difficulty in getting fair market values from the Overstreet Price Guide when selling them on eBay, so I was willing to go low to make some money out of the deal. The X-Men, while highly influential, were also fairly popular in the late 70s to early 80s, so key issues were heavily collected with increasing circulation. Lots of collectors kept issues in great shape and stashed them away. Sound familiar? But unlike Beanie Babies, the X-Men have always had a longer term fanatical base and have impacted comics, media, and pop culture. 

In other words, I’ve got a Garcia the Bear Beanie Baby situation.

This buyer, let’s call him Jimmy, would reject every labeled price on my comics and make an extreme lowball offer. I would give him a fair lower price at our midpoint. He would then go to the midpoint of his first price and my new, lower “midpoint” price.

I don’t believe in back and forth. If you don’t like the counter offer, walk the hell away. If I offered a higher price than the midpoint, he was still ready to go with his intended second offer because he had a very small deviation range for his intended purchase price.

We moved about 4-5 times on the price, and he asked about another comic book before closing so I gave him a dollar amount for both that included his deep discount on the first comic. He moved the price down again, basically negating our entire first barter and wasting both of our time.  I gave him another counter and he accepted.

He paid.

Then he blew it.

He asked me how much for a 3rd comic and how much lower I would go on the price tag.

This had me fed up. I looked him in the eye, and told him it was priced as is and that was firm.

He walked away.

If he had taken that comic at the face value, he would have still received about $80 of comics at around $55-60 if my memory serves me correctly. But at this point in the deal, at the third comic, I had already known what his range was and decided that the cumulative transaction had now pushed the low-end of my range, and the high-end of his. I was frustrated, and he had taken my flexibility as him somehow having the upper-hand, which was obviously not true when I told him the last item was a firm price.

I had determined that he was not, in fact, a Grateful Dead fan, if you can still keep up with the analogy.

Some people believe that negotiations in price and “getting a good deal” simply means being an immovable object until the other person caves in. This is a hugely flawed theory, and one that has left many of those Beanie Baby collectors holding the beanbag with hundreds of unsold toys listed at ridiculous prices on eBay and at shows. When you stand firm and the other party stands firm, if you are holding to your range of expectations, you should both agree to walk away. Yet people will often interpret this as some failure of the other party to be “reasonable”. If I don’t want to pay $50,000 for a car, I’m not walking into a Cadillac Dealership and asking them to bring the price down to $25,000 on a new model.

Trading and dealing in collectibles is extremely subjective. Sometimes, a great deal will make people deviate from their normal range and purchase something outside their want list. Sometimes, a price is too high for an item to be reasonably acquired, and you have to take your chances that it will show up again within your range.

Sometimes, you have to change your range and realize:
-As a seller: cash in hand is better than unsold inventory.
-As a buyer: you’re going to have to pay more.

I’m not going to lie, I look up Beanie Babies a lot on eBay. I have never collected nor do I ever intend to collect any Beanies, but in the interest of modern era collectibles reasearch, I watch prices, like the insane ask prices for the Princess Diana Beanie on eBay. I feel bad for people who overpaid for this at one point, and then I see closed auctions with final “sold” prices from 99 cents to $12.

But if someone wants to pay that much, I won’t stop it. But I also know that I would never ask that much to begin with, because I have a reasonable sense of an item’s value.

That “reasonable sense of value” is where any successful price negotiation must start, and where any successful transaction can also end with a win-win.

But if someone wants to trade me a copy of Action Comics #1 for a Garcia the Bear, I’ll be on eBay buying one faster than you can say “Pogs”.

I’ll get right to it, Batman: Arkham City is my favorite video game in the whole world.

When I was in high school, I wanted to be Batman. I never had this compulsion when I was in elementary or junior high school, but during my freshman year I began to plot how I would somehow become a multimillionaire (without losing the lives of my parents) while studying martial arts and nonlethal combat. I excelled in math and science and applied to colleges for mechanical engineering so that I could fabricate my own devices. I snuck out at night on weekends when my parents were out of town and went on foot patrol to the local park, where I would sit at the top of the slide in my jean jacket, hoping for evil doers to stroll by, armed with a shortened broomstick handle. As a late-blooming 14-year-old, I was about as formidable and foolish as Kick-Ass, and it was a miracle that I was never beaten to a pulp.

(On a side note, remind me to join the class action lawsuit on behalf of thousands of 30-somethings looking to sue Mark Millar for stealing Kick-Ass from their pubescent experiences.)

As an adult, when I drive into a new city, I look up and imagine plotting a course via ziplines and grappling hooks above the pavement and swashbuckling from flagpole to window ledge to back alley street fight.  Mature thoughts and a fear of sleeping in a body bag mute my aspirations, while my real fights are more likely to involve a mortgage contract or a vending machine. But sometimes, those bat-dreams won’t stay quiet.

Last year I picked up Batman: Arkham Asylum and was floored by the game. Finally, I could sit on my Xbox and beat the stuffing out of Bane, Harley Quinn, and other Batman villains. I could use my utility belt to solve puzzles and do some breaking and entering. I could even use my grappling hook gun to soar to the tops of buildings… on the grounds of the Arkham Asylum Mental Institute. In the background, I could see Gotham, taunting me and whispering ”you can’t go here, this game isn’t  Grand Theft Auto: Batman”.

Well, now it is.

Holy Pixels, Batman!

Arkham City is a sprawling fat greasy slice of Gotham City, and you can, indeed, swing and glide and climb and dash and jump across the buildings and alleys. It’s pure freedom. Beautifully rendered and wonderfully animated, Gotham City comes to life, even if you’re only in the slums for the duration of the game. (Sequel?)

Last night I played with feverish delight trying to find Riddler trophy puzzles and going on a hectic run across the city to intercept payphone calls from the serial killer Zsasz. In one of the many side missions, you play an on-foot version of Crazy Taxi but with lives on the line. Every time I pass a payphone in the game, I tense up anticipating a piercing ring, wondering if I needed to pause the game for a bathroom break in case Zsasz is on the line and I have to start sprinting and swinging.

At 1:55 AM, I had the creeping dread of work, so I reluctantly turned off the Xbox.

I can’t imagine a student, after playing this game, telling their guidance counselor that they would want to be anything but a superhero. Who wouldn’t want to be in top physical condition, a genius entrepreneur and detective, AND beat up bad guys? What’s the downside if you fail? You tried and you got better. Heck, I’d take a gig as Robin if I wasn’t good enough to be The Bat.

But in this game, you CAN be Robin… or Nightwing… or Catwoman… thanks to the downloadable characters. With my limited edition bundle, I now own the Dark Knight Returns costume skin, so I can even play as Old Man Wayne and beat up the young whipper snappers.

The game is one of the best I’ve ever played, and crossed the line to truly interactive entertainment. At times, it felt like I was directing a motion picture. Fans of the Batman: The Animated Series will love that Mark Hamill returns as the voice of the Joker. Next to Kevin Conroy, Mr. Hamill has become one of the most iconic voices in Batman mythology. The first moment that I heard his warbling cackle (put those words together, it makes sense) I got goosebumps.

Someone once said that if words fail you, use someone else’s. I would be remiss if I didn’t give a shout out to the GamesBeat section of VentureBeat for the great review below, because it says just about everything I can’t right now. 

http://venturebeat.com/2011/10/21/review-catwoman-steals-the-show-in-batman-arkham-city/

(I politely disagree though on their points regarding dialog…)

Thanks for reading. I’ll see you later after I catch Zsasz…

Damn Allen Turner.

If you’ve been reading along, you know of my ongoing battle against my comic collection, which I should start calling the Hive since it’s kept in a semi-walk-in closet and is my own personal vault of terror. I’m sure that Umbrella Corp. could store some really nasty stuff in my comic boxes before I would ever uncover it. Too much exposure in the Hive does cause early onset zombification.

Last month I took a break from the Wanye Toy, Comics and Collectibles show to do some trips, and unfortunately I had to leave some boxes still on the first floor of my house. Hauling a long box of 300 books up one floor and into the Hive is not something you want to do after a day in the office. I would relocate these books downstairs, but my girlfriend makes very good points about clutter. I had read a recent article in the Comic Buyer’s Guide (I couldn’t find it in their online archives) about the horrible crawl and sprawl of comics that infested one man’s house, and I needed to act. The whole goal of the shows I’m going to is to sell off my junk. I have had luck so far dealing a couple of high-end items and a plethora of low-end/high volume stuff, but it’s still moving a beach full of sand with a spoon.

At the same time, I’ve been planning on using the profits as well as some thrifty savings plans to pay off my mortgage ahead of schedule. It’s aggressive and feels overwhelming, but I visit The Simple Dollar finance blog every day, and it kind of sticks in your head; this is possible.  Comics should help me out.

But I hope Allen Turner burns in hell for what he did.

Allen has shown up and seen my comic cave-oops-the Hive (gotta get used to the new name) about 3 times in the past 3 years. He likes to sit with my golden age books and glare at the covers. I don’t usually mind, but he’s always asking to make one more visit and it gets kind of annoying. Allen has to travel a distance to get to my house, so you have to plan out the entire visit, but he’ll still give you short notice and say “I’ll be there next week”.

Plus, Allen’s not a cheap date.

I calculated that Allen has probably cost me about $800 to be my guest. I don’t know how it adds up so fast, or where it comes from, but you can’t meet Allen without blowing some cash.

Call him Mr. Popularity. The last time Allen was going to come over, I got jerked around at the last second and he routed his trip to another house across the country. Allen is the type of person who makes any excuse possible to fly.

So last week, I find out that Mr. Turner may be coming out, he’s putting out feelers. I looked at my wallet and decided that I needed to get some closure with Allen and tell him this type of shit has to stop. I don’t care if he’s a Big Shot, I’m going to put an end to it, which is still going to cost me some money, money that I don’t want to spend right now.

I waited last night to hear back from Allen. And waited. And waited. Then suddenly I found out that he was coming to see the Hive, and he told me that he wasn’t going to cost as much as last time. Allen’s not in the shape he used to be in.

Today I sit with my confirmation of Allen’s trip and his promise that yes, this is the last time. Now I can finally put all of Allen’s trips together into one single adventure and close a chapter in my life. But dammit Allen, you’ve cost me a lot of money over the years. I’m glad I can stop being your groupie.

Allen isn’t an ordinary person. He’s a multimillionaire who also goes by the name of Skyman. Finally, I have a copy of issue #2 of Skyman, and I finally have the complete four issue series. I won it on a moderately low bid on eBay and used money from some sold video games to fund the purchase. It’s pretty beat up, but well worth it. I’ve attached a scan of what the original cover art looked like as it appeared in 1942. Mine won’t be anywhere near as sharp and crisp, but it’s mine, and I can put all four issues into the Hive.

Allen Turner. You just put my mortgage plans back about $80. Dammit.

Ahhh Halloween, time to break out the spooky comics. Right to chase, I thought I’d share some of my favorites!

Dark Mansion of Forbidden Love #1

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A bit of a misnomer, Dark Mansion of Forbidden Love was a horror/suspense series in the tradition of other DC mystery series such as House of Secrets and House of Mystery. I’ve only read a few issue bits online, including the series’ name change to Forbidden Tales of Dark Mansion, and yes, there is no article of “the” in the title, but it’s creepy fun. The awesome cover art is suitable for framing if you’re looking for illustrations that blend from the macabre to kitschy horror.  If you’re too lazy for the wiki link above, here’s issue number five:
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“They all came to die!” Who doesn’t love that???  You can pick up a lot of good reader copies on eBay for $20-$40, and yes, that link takes you right to a search in the comic category. And check out the cover of issue #3 if you’re poking around… it’s pulp art perfection.

Batman: Vampire

This is one of the greatest alternate reality series DC has ever made. Batman: Vampire is the collected paperback for the Red Rain trilogy (Red Rain, Bloodstorm, and Crimson Mist) and covers the full arc in one long sitting. For those not familiar with the term, alternate reality comics are taking the existing character out of the current longstanding story and putting them into a divergent or alternate timeline. In this case, Dracula comes to Gotham City, and the world’s greatest detective must disect the nature of good and evil; the only path to victory is the darkest road. You can find the separate books in stores and online, but I highly recommend the wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am of the collected edition.

I could write an entire article about Kelley Jones’ horrific art, which probably has the finest vivisections and decapitations you will ever see illustrated, but his Batman work on the ongoing series is fantastic. I’m at a loss for adjectives. Want to know why criminals fear the Batman?  Kelley Jones reminds us why:
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For homework, look up Kelley Jones’ series The Hammer and Zombie World.

Zombie Books

If you don’t know The Walking Dead, you need to brush up on pop culture.

If you don’t know Zombies Vs. Robots, you’re welcome.

If you’re into collecting, there are a couple of CGC 9.9 graded copies of The Walking Dead #1 out there, but they will cost you a pretty penny; a CGC 9.9 is the rarest of the rare. Go for the collected editions so you can read full story arcs in detail, and then pick up some zombie-on-robot action too.

Wildstorm Spotlight #1

Here’s a hidden gem you can buy on the cheap.

Image Comics’ Wildstorm imprint did a single issue of an intended ongoing series featuring Mr. Majestic at the end of time. The story is not a traditional horror story, but it is about the despair, desperation, and loneliness that would come from being the last organisms alive at the end of time. It features a small band of super-heroes, legendary figures, a vampire, a god, and anthropomorphic concepts. Yes, even mathematics must face death. Imagine the introspection from I Am Legend* on a galactic scale, and we finally discover what happens at the exact end of time.

*An honorable mention for the Steve Niles adaptation of Matheson’s work. You can search for that on your own for extra credit… which brings me to…

30 Days of Night

Steve Niles makes snow terrifying. You will never be as afraid of the dark as the residents of Barrow, Alaska in the original 30 Days of Night miniseries, which is also available in trade paperback and hardcover. I know, Josh Hartnett was in the movie adaptation (which I did enjoy) but the book puts a less handsome couple in the lead roles and conveys the brittleness of the everyman-turned-hero metaphor as the protagonists face an inevitable horrific death. Niles’ limited palette of inks and washes adds to the dread and menace of being alone, in the dark, and being hunted in your own home. I’m going to omit an image so that you can discover it on your own. Spoilers abound in the google image search, so be warned; this is not a book to thumb through when you pick up. Just look at the first couple of pages, nod, and buy it.

Dishonorable Mention: X-Men 40

The X-Men meet Frankenstein. I own a CGC 8.0 copy. This makes Scooby Doo and the Harlem Globetrotters look like Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman in Se7en.
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Happy Halloween to everyone… I’m already thinking there may be a part two of this list…

Sinatra.

I can’t think of any other words that conjure up a complete universal standard image other than Sinatra. Name a famous Sinatra. Now name another. And another. Chances are, you’re still able to “browse back” to Frank in your mind.

On that note, postings have been delayed due to classes starting back up, comic collecting Hell (or Heaven, depending on which day of the week it is), a bad back, and fantasy football.

As Frank would say, “The best is yet to come doo bee doo doo, DEAN, POP THE TRUNK – WE GOT BODIES TO HIDE!”

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