And the corpse stopped twitching.
Can’t say I’ll miss it, but I never had much grudge against it. That was my first paid job in comics. I don’t think it was as awful as that whole Frank Miller soapbox stumping painted it. It was a catalog, a rung or two below Entertainment Weekly. I thought a lot of its business decisions were baffling, it was exploitative of its employees and interns, and it had an adversarial relationship with retailers…
but, you know, I liked everybody there, and I’m sorry to see my friends out of a job.
So, good night, purple lady.