G-d save us all from thinking about things.
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I like to think about things. It is not possible to academically (or otherwise) over-intellectualize stuff for me. (Doesn’t mean I’m going to understand it, or come close to the meaning the authorial intent may have intended to mean (if such a thing as authorial intent (perish the thought!) even exists (or matters (because, you know, f–k the author. This text now belongs to me. It’s sitting here in front of me and [looks around] I don’t see no stinkin’ author anywhere about trying to take it back)).). But why should that stop my enjoyment or appreciation?)
What is it about the hot-house atmosphere of Topps, anyway? They nurtured both Spiegelman and Mark Newgarden.
