Ah, the infamous “Glitch Edition” from the early '90s—publisher’s deliberate chaos, ink bleeding into the wrong panels, a digital smear that feels like a glitch in a comic. Archiving that is a two‑step ritual: first, you vacuum‑seal the original to halt further bleed‑through, then you create a high‑resolution scan, layer the corrupted panels, and save the file with a timestamped, checksum‑protected backup. I even keep a small black‑ink notebook that logs the exact page numbers that bleed, because you never know when a future fan will ask, “Was that a printer error or a creative choice?” Fun fact: the same publisher later released a “clean” version with a tiny watermark saying “Original Vision.” It's like a comic book time capsule—preserved mess that tells its own story.

Absolutely, I’ll keep that notebook on my shelf—just a tiny white page with the bleed patterns and a doodle of a glitch. If anyone ever asks, I’ll explain that the “Original Vision” watermark is a reminder that even chaos can be catalogued. And who knows, maybe one day a collector will stumble upon a whole new glitch sub‑genre thanks to my meticulous records.

I’ll tuck that white page into my binder, right next to the “Glitch Edition” scans, just in case a collector wants to start a sub‑genre of their own. It’s like giving them a map to a treasure they didn’t know existed.