Sometimes when I get the urge to promote Gabagool!, I'll post stuff on message boards and hope that I'll get a little feedback. Yesterday I discovered a site called nerdnyc.com, which caters to Nerds in the New York area. This is basically my target audience. I posted a thread here and they all seemed to love it. This is much better feedback than I ever get on the stuffy comics forums. NERDNYC RULEZ!!

When I was out at dinner last night, a mutual friend told me that the cartoonist that's lined up to draw a story for Gabagool! #5 has changed some of Chris's and my dialogue to "make it funnier". While I bristled at the idea that someone could make the script "funnier", I really didn't care that the dialogue had been tweaked. In fact, I didn't realize that it had, even though I'd seen the offending page at MoCCA. I was just happy to see the comic coming out and looking good. I don't usually ever get to see someone else drawing from my script, and it was a lot of fun to do so, even if they do think they can make it better, which they can't, it's already perfect.

There is a thread on the comics journal message board about the death of the pamphlet comic book. This is relevant to me, because I have been wrestling with what seems to be the best way to release this Hedo story. I like coming out with the issues, because it makes it easier for me to have new things at each convention, but I feel like perhaps it's not so good for me in the long run since it costs so much money to print up the comics. Maybe I should save it all and come out with a collection, releasing it as an "Original Graphic Novel", or OGN. But that would mean no new material for a while, which is lame. Also, I enjoy the comic book format because it's a lot of fun to do the short back-ups. I dunno, I'm not sure which is the right way to move forward.

Went to the beach again this weekend. I got no color at all, because I wisely used some sunscreen for babies which is super-powerful. I like to maintain my crisp paper whiteness. I may look like something that's been living on the bottom of the ocean all it's life, but at least I'm not going to get prematurely wrinkly. At this rate, by the time I'm in my forties I'll still have the soft smooth skin of an acne-free fifteen year old, and I'll still get carded at bars and stuff, and then make jokes to the bouncers about how flattered I am.