Well, at least my existence as buyer for Forbidden Planet: my monthly Previews catalog, due tomorrow. 550 pages (give or take, with Marvel Previews included) of pure Hell. Nothing on this Earth vexes me so. If I never read the term “True Believer” in a comic solicitation again I’ll be a happy man, but there’s a greater probability of Daleks flying out of my butt so I guess I’ll have to seek happiness elsewhere.
