"Waiting for the Ark of the Covenant"
Crispie, you ignorant slut!
In this post American society, 95% of the population don't walk into comic shops. Hell, most don't even know comic shops exist. So when the latest scorching hot superhero blockbuster film hits the super megaplexes, the people don't turn to the Comics Emporium, they head to their friendly neighborhood book retailer like Barnes and Noble, Waldenbooks, and Milk Snake Luke's Lube Tube to demand how the printed material stacks up to the real thing. And because these poor, miserable excuses don't know a Spectacular Spiderman to an Amazing Spiderman, they're unaware of the hardback format that says "Hey, let's put $5 of comics into a shiny little hardcover and charge them $35 for it". I say screw the newsstand edition because poppa wants all the bread and butter he can get.
You bring up Tyson in your argument? That's the sign of a man who wants to die. But hey, if your idea of a romantic evening is a nice dinner at Pizza Hut followed by a stroll to his humble chauteu where he will beat your face to a bloody pulp, bite your ears off, then savagely assult you anally until you can join the Boys Choir, then by all means, call him a myth. Here's $20 - you kids a great time.
But what disturbs me the most is how you, member #410 of the Monty Python Knights of Spam Brigade, could misspell "Excalibur". After all those years of having to sit through "Holy Grail" in your mother's rotting basement, listening to you constantly meep and weighing women on oversized weight scales, that you could allow such a freudian slip to come out. Tell us the truth man, and maybe we'll start taking you seriously. But until then, you have no case just like you have no private region. But then, I suppose Tyson likes that in a man too. - Jake