Or – “You Could Concievably Blame This ENTIRE Exercise On This Comic Book…”

Now, work with me here… The year is 1979, and I, an avid reader of science fiction and brainy books happen to be hanging out with my much-cooler cousin Elwood (more than likely under the auspices of my Aunt Sherry.) We end up at the Duckwalls, or possibly the S&S Drugstore, my memory isn’t quite clear, but I remember purchasing this 35 cent piece of history and being kind of interested in this whole “funnybook” thing. Now, cut forward to 1989 or so… Having expanded my collection, I fall into the orbit (or, indeed, vice versa, given relative masses) of one Stephen Schleicher, a man with a very spiky haircut and a fascination for my comic books. Leap forward to 2005 or thereabouts, when Stevarino launches a little website we like to call Major Spoilers. Were it not for my dime and a quarter back in the Carter administration, who KNOWS what Stephen would have been fixated enough upon to create his own website? Let’s all kick back, knock down a Hires root beer at the B. Dalton and be glad we’re not reading HotAsianCheerleadersEatingPorkRibs.org. (At least not in THIS browser window, anyway…)
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