At this writing, I’m enjoying a big Campbell family reunion, so my headspace is about as far from this naked commercialism as it can get. And even at my most engaged, I never quite shared Flo’s emotional investment in what I called “the atoms business.”

Still, I appreciate how Flo was able to translate her sales energy into Frigg as her avatar, which made these “sales pages” more enjoyable than they had any right to be. (They ran as supplements to the main comic, not as replacements for it—this one ran under a Taro and Ardaic scene.)

(Looks around my guest room, still containing a few boxes of each volume, adopts narrator voice:) Supplies did, in fact, last.