Yes, I'll spare a moment so catch you breath, it was written here first.  My knowledge of comic books is rather limited.

It all started out with random assortment packs of comics my parents would lug home from Costco (or was it Fedco back then?).  My sister and I would pilfer the assorted goods, find parts three of six or issue numbers in the hundreds.  Any semblance of timeline was lost on us, but for mostly good reason.  We didn't care.  In fact, I barely read them and looked mostly at the pictures.  I didn't care who X-Factor team was, or what was going on in the latest Mickey Mouse comic.  I liked Daredevil for the glossy red cover, though I would never have imagined he was blind.

Then Marvel brought their series to the animated world, and suddenly I was caught up on the ins and outs of X-Men.  I would delve through the monastery that Nightcrawler hailed from, always wondering if he would ever find his real mom (spoilers: he does).  I would watch the Phoenix saga, and wonder how anyone could possibly stop Apocalypse (progenitor of the "Mutant Virus").  It didn't matter that certain elements were changed from their comic book origins, but now I was thrust into a new world.

The same would happen with Spider-Man, as well as DC heroes Batman and Superman (though these two held less to pre-established story lines, or so I am led to believe).  Suddenly, I had enough knowledge to get a Geek permit and later received the highly regarded Nerd license (more on account of my vast experience with video games).  From here, I was established enough to carry myself through most any intellectual, yet socially awkward, topic of conversation.

Fast forward a few years, and I've striven to reeducate myself in this field.  Thanks to the increase of comic book movie adaptations (and the greater resource at large known as Wikipedia), it's fairly easy to introduce oneself to the medium at large (if you can wade through the plethora of options available).  Speaking of which, I even have a somewhat recent addition to my collection courtesy of her.

I leave it in the plastic when I'm not flipping through its pages; a phenomena that never seems to leave her without mocking me (or claim I don't appreciate the gift).  I simply like my things neat and orderly, and free of wrinkles and page creases and all those other little things that annoy me when a book gets well read mistreated.

In the same vein, Marvel released their trailer for the upcoming Captain America movie, and I find myself waiting with anticipation.  I've included it below, incase you have yet to see it.  Personally, I think Chris Evans will do a good job as Steve Rogers but feel free to weigh in.