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These were my first two Amazing Spider-Man comic books:

 

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My first, and still favorite, Spidey book that I bought with my own money

 

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I am used to Sausage gravy, but that hamburger gravy looks equally delectable.

 

Hamburger gravy kicks Sausage gravy in the nutzsack and takes its hot girlfriend. :cloud9:

 

I'm gonna fix you Hamburger gravy AND Tomato gravy. :applause:

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These were my first two Amazing Spider-Man comic books:

 

1570_4_00269.jpg

 

1570_4_00270.jpg

 

My first, and still favorite, Spidey book that I bought with my own money

 

28113.jpg

 

 

:applause: Beat me by two months.

 

I'm pretty sure my first comic book is either 1978/79, and I need to check, but those were my first Spideys.

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I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:

Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

 

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the mourning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet's wings.

 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,

I hear it in the deep heart's core.

 

W.B. Yeats

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Off topic, (HA!) but this is my favorite Yeats.

 

 

The Second Coming

 

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

 

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

 

The darkness drops again but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

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I'm impressed with your handywork, Nate.

 

I once starting painting my condo and realized after about 20 minutes that I was in over my head. Then I just moved.

 

This is my feeling about what went on in the first part of this thread. The pre-Journal part.

 

All that construction stuff, far too conventionally manly for me.

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I'm impressed with your handywork, Nate.

 

I once starting painting my condo and realized after about 20 minutes that I was in over my head. Then I just moved.

 

This is my feeling about what went on in the first part of this thread. The pre-Journal part.

 

All that construction stuff, far too conventionally manly for me.

 

I'll tell you the same thing I told Angie, Bill. Save something for the rest of us. :baiting:

 

Not fair to have looks, wealth, talent, wit, charm and be handy around the house. lol

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