CHARLESTON, W.Va. - Your Daily Mail is put out by any number of comic book nerds, including yours truly.
As a result, I rarely lack for conversation or company when long-awaited superhero movies come to town.
These past few years, film studios have been taking advantage of this deeply deranged subset of the movie-going public by offering midnight showings of their features on the night before their weekend premieres.
It became the thing to do: After work, my colleagues and I would meet up late in the lobby or parking lot of the local theater and sit with all the other geeks bent on getting the first look at the shiny new thing.
There was something irrational and adolescent about it, which added to the allure for this father with small children. My house was well asleep at midnight; nobody was going to miss Daddy for a couple of hours.
Last year, with the final installment of the "Batman" trilogy set to debut, I found myself torn.
The franchise had been spectacular, and I was looking forward to watching its finale. But I learned that "The Dark Knight Rises" clocked in at almost three hours, so it was likely I wouldn't be home until about 3 a.m.
At the time, I wondered whether I should just roll the dice and take my chances that our toddler son would sleep until 6 or even 7.
I found myself pondering adulthood - specifically parenthood - as I ruminated over a decision that could determine whether I'd be fresh for the possible pre-dawn rise of my son.