The truth of it is that instead of actually stomping all the way off, I merely packed some books and pb&j sammiches and a flashlight and lurked in the backyard for a while. Because of course I did.
I think the Veg is best left to itself, so I’ll be over here for now:
Eh, valiantly cracking down on scumbags is one thing; deploying an indiscriminate censorship algorithm is quite another. I’ve been on here for 9 years and just don’t have the time or patience to voluntarily engage with this shit any longer.
If you care to keep in touch, sign yearbooks, etc., send me a PM. Otherwise, take care, and good luck. You’ve made the past almost-a-decade very entertaining. :)
I love this piece of art so much: a Moebius painting of Death from 1994. It was the only Sandman art I bought (the rest of the Sandman art on my walls I was, at some time or another, given by the artists). It was displayed and sold by the Four Colour Images gallery in New York, a comics-based gallery who did some great Sandman exhibitions, and a wonderful Mr Punch exhibition too. I paid, if memory serves, about $2000 for it, and cheerfully turned down a French Moebius collector’s offer of a sum about a hundred times that a decade later, because what made me happy (and still makes me happy) was that I had this Moebius picture of Death on my wall.
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