That's a lot of comics!

Since we've returned from our trip I've read nine individual comics, Lex Luthor: Man of Steel, Runaways (vol. 1) and The Walking Dead Omnibus (vol. 1). In total that's 44 comic books. And I'm one issue into the Livewires digest. So make it 45. That's 45 comic books in just over 48 hours. (And that doesn't count the seven others I've skimmed; Jew Gangster, which I bought and read while on the trip; and the four Teen Titans trades I read before we left for Florida over a week ago.)

I haven't consumed this many comics since I sat down and plowed through every issue of Nightwing about three years ago. And Robin before that.

Little did I realize I was this starved for comics.

Shortly I plan to read the entire Brian Michael Bendis / Alex Maleev Daredevil run. To do that, however, I'll have to venture all over town (and maybe even eBay) in search of a few scattered issues. Somehow I missed a few throughout the years, and now it's going to bite me in the ass as I try to read the breadth of this scoping story.

There are other runs I plan on doing this with as well. Namely X-Men, Uncanny X-Men, Ultimate Spider-Man, Ultimate X-Men, The Ultimates 2 (once the one-volume hardcover edition is released), Alias (once the omnibus is released in March), Bone (the one-volume edition), Blankets, Infinite Crisis (upon release of the trade), House of M (again, waiting for the trade) and several others.

It's like overeating at a buffet; you know you've consumed way too much in too short a period, but you just don't feel full. So you keep going back for more. But is that such a bad thing when it comes to comic books?