Punch-line covers are tricky, you get about two seconds to get a laugh, so nothing too cerebral or the average reader just gives a glazed response. The final version of this humorous title for Source Books I sent off to press is on the left, yet changed considerably in house when I saw the printed version (minus the X-treatment on the eyes among other things). I prefer the way I sent it. The middle version, which I also dig, was based on the lurid headline treatment you’d see on the front page of NYC tabloid The Sun, rechristened The Blob in my world.