They aggressively court the wild and the ridiculous, bringing science fiction into places that it hasn’t been in years – longer even than that. They will make you rummage around and try to find the stack of old Cracked magazines and yellow-paged Marvel comics that you abused back when you were younger, just to re-experience the suspended belief you once had (or the worship you once felt) for silver men who could lay their own sidewalk of ice before them as they zipped around the sky fighting evil, not to mention all of the other ungodly phantom powers that could be triggered at a moment’s notice when misdoing or negligence was awry. They make you want to watch “Tron” a zillion times in a row or to go out and start a comic book collection – the one you never had, finally realizing what it’s like to spend a couple of hours sifting through boxes of what amount to be an older, greaser man’s stash of ink porn. You’ll spend hours with these people as they watch black and white movies in their comic shoppe about some jacked up storylines that involve people living in trees, thinking nothing of the bizarre situation, how most people are still at the office filing paperwork or in school learning about conjunctions and remainders.