I am a wannabe hipster. I've known this for weeks now, if not months. But it was confirmed today when I picked up Vol. 1 of the Scott Pilgrim comic book series . Or, as we sophisticated hipsters like to say, graphic novel series . Despite my general dislike for anime characters with eyes the size of pies, the belief that comics are for kids ( Persepolis is an exception), and the apathy of my generation (as personified in Scott Pilgrim's life), I got a little sucked in. Here's the thing: Scott Pilgrim lives in my neighbourhood. He shops at the Goodwill store I bought dishes at. He walks past the Pizza Pizza I walk past. He visits my branch of the Toronto Public Library. He's in a believable space. My space. So now I have high hopes* for this 23 year-old bass-playing, video-game-loving, unemployed comic book character. I hope that he goes for it, jumps the obstacles standing between his current reality and "true love," and that they live happily ever aft...