I ate a real jellyfish last night. The whole thing. It was kind of gross, but I wanted to prove that I could do it.

Aliza had a jumbo shrimp that not only wasn't cooked, but had it's still alive severed head sitting next to it's body on her plate. She had to make the waitress take the twitching head away. Ugh, that was stomach turning.

For dessert we went to a place up the street and I had a cream puff and felt better.

The SPX anthology came out yesterday. I was so excited about it two weeks ago, but when I got to the store my enthusiasm faded. I think it was because they only had one copy available. I preferred the idea of someone else buying it than me taking it home just to look at my story again, so I left the store without it.

I'll get it another week, I am sure that they'll order more.

Instead I got Blankets and am working my way through it. I think it is very well crafted. I'll have to finish it up and digest it a bit though before I can determine my final thoughts on it.

Aliza had a meeting with Wizard magazine yesterday for non-comics related purposes. She just talked me up the whole time and gave them copies of my comics. She's so great. In return they gave her a promotional Superman heroclix toy.

Aliza recently discovered a site called "Fresh Direct", where you can order your groceries online and have them delivered to your apartment. It's really great and convenient because they come whenever's best for you, so we've been having them come late at night, so we can be home with no hassles. Our last order got screwed up though (our fault) and we ended up with 12 giant bottles of water, 3 six packs of soda, and 3 cartons of milk. The milk is the worrisome one, 'cos how am I supposed to drink all that milk before it goes bad? I don't wake up in time to have any coffee or cereal in the morning, and I can't run home at lunchtime to drink some milk. My only option is to eat a lot of cereal for dinner, which is okay with me, because that's what I used to do in my olden single days when I wasn't eating out every night and getting soft.

This weekend I am going to a bachelor party, so I will be able to practice being vulgar and enjoying strippers and stuff like that.

The coolest thing about this upcoming weekend will be the paintball. I am looking forward to that, though I anticipate not doing very well. I know from my spotty forays into the sporting world that I'm not all that agile or quick on my feet. I imagine I will just get hit a lot out of nowhere and have to lie down and act dead until my team finishes up. I imagine that's how things would be if I was in an actual war too, so I am glad I never joined the army like I briefly thought about doing after I graduated high school.

Oh, Print Gocco, how I love thee. You are so easy to use, and you will save me so much money on my wedding invitations... Yes, for a mere 118 dollars, I bought my own little silk-screening machine, and now I don't have to stress about paying for any fancy printer to do the work for me. Nay, all I have to do now is buy the paper, and Print Gocco will take care of the rest...

I have got 3 and half more pages to go and then the next chapter of the Hedonism epic is finished. Once I realized I was almost done with it, I got depressed. I think because I know I am going to have to start doing all the tiresome back-end book prouction stuff again, and Gabagool! #4 is still sitting around in boxes waiting to be sold. I feel like the books will do well at SPX, but without real distribution this whole project is going to quickly become stupid. Luckily for me, my depression made it hard for me to do all that much drawing yesterday, thus delaying the inevitable, expensive, and perhaps ill-advised production part of the process.