Jacob sent me a valentine (the one with the Martians) this year as usual but I yelled at him because I was frustrated with him at that point in time. Having cleared things up a little I went back to look at the series with a little less rancor. He thinks they’re better than the disaster ones and not as good as the monster ones (you can’t really argue with that, unless you don’t have the archetypes or the sense of disconnect-as-humor), but frankly I’d rather receive any of his valentines than just about anyone else’s. Except when I’m hormonal and feeling ambivalent about the value of popular culture. like I said.
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