A couple days ago I began a project of sorting through all of my old collection to pick out the stuff that needs to be graded and archived. And while I'm normally happy to defend the honor of comic books, some of what I found horrified me. Evidently, I was pretty big into licensed properties at one point:
Which are both kind of embarrassing. In my defense, I'll note that I only bought the first issues of these two, possibly because I was six, and blindly following the maxim always buy #1s. Then there's this:
Go ahead, click on the image to enlarge it and really drink in the horror. But here's the really embarrassing part--I didn't just buy Ewoks #1. I have the entire 14-issue run.
I know--or at least I think I know--that I never actually liked the series. Unlike most of the comics from my youth, I have virtually no memory of buying the things, let alone reading them. Which means that I was probably just picking them up out of devotion to Star Wars. Looking back on it I can't help but feel like I was sort of being hustled by Lucas, even then.
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