Yeah, I Read Judy Blume. My Mother

It's A Hard Thing To Age A Character Because You Can't Really Suddenly Give Someone Gray Hair.

My Father Once Nearly Came To Blows With A Female Dinner Guest About Whether A Particular Patch Of Embroidery Was Fuchsia Or Magenta. But The Infinite Gradations Of Color In A Fine Sunset - From Salmon To Canary To Midnight Blue - Left Him Wordless.

I Get To Do For A Living What I Did As A Child For Fun, And That's Pretty Cool.

It Was A Vicious Cycle, Though. The More Gratification We Found In Our Own Geniuses, The More Isolated We Grew.

Watching Everyone Root Through Their Psyche, It Just Delights Me. Especially R. Crumb's Stuff.