I put my President's Day to good use and worked all day finishing up the new comic. The downside of this was that I burnt myself out and need to take a few days off from the drawing table. So really, nothing was gained.

Valentine's Day was the best Valentine's Day of my life. We went into the big city and spent too much money on a meal. We either showed up too late for our reservation, or we looked too scruffy, but we were seated at one of the two crappiest tables in the house. It was like a little card table, and we both had to sit on the same side of the table otherwise one of use would be blocking the narrow aisle. I hate sitting this way in restuarants, it feels totally unnatural, as if we were eating our dinner on TV or something where we both had to be facing the camera. Aliza got too tipsy and started talking too loudly about the people sitting near us. This is a cute thing she does which gives me a heart attack, because I will be the one who has to deal with the hand-to-hand combat that will most certainly be the results of whatever Aliza has to say. But despite all this we had a blast.

My parents came to Brooklyn to be shown the new place. We made them a nice brunch of bagels and lox, and eggs and lox, and pickled lox, and smoked and kippered lox. Turns out my Dad hates Salmon, so oh well. I didn't realize my Dad was a finicky eater before, I just thought my mother was an unimaginative cook.

I went to see a musical last night (Wicked - a prequel kind of thing to the Wizard of Oz). Because I am a cheap bastard, I bought us crap seats in the very last row. We could see everything fine, but I think we may have been just a little too far away from the show that it was a little hard to get properly sucked in.

Anyway, I was sitting next to a high school girl, and her high school friends, and before the show they were gushing about how much they love Wicked, and how they had already listened to the soundtrack a million times, and were so excited to see the two main stars because they are so awesome. So, from this, I gathered that Wicked must be the new hot show for high school theater nerds to be into.

I remember back in my day - when I was a big theater nerd - Les Miserables and Miss Saigon were the shows to see. I already knew all the words before I went to see it, I knew the names of some of the actors in Miss Saigon, and I saw both shows on numerous occasions.

A few years later a friend of mine was dating a girl who was unsuitably young for him - and her and all her high school posse were all into Rent. I am pretty sure I took a snooty dismissive attitude towards Rent, mainly predicated on the corny commercial for it that used to run on TV (gang of thespians walking towards the camera singing "No day like toooo-dAAAAAy!" then cut to someone else seriously emoting "How we goona paaay the REEEENNNTT???!" - I dunno if it actually went like that, but that's how I remember it). Anyway - Rent must have been the hot show for a while there too.

Shows like the ones that were big when I was an impressionable high-schooler are very out of fashion these days. Nobody wants overdone melodrama anymore.

I liked Wicked quite a lot. But I was shocked when the high schooler next to me started bawling when the witch died - because while a downer, it wasn't that bad. I felt glum, but I didn't feel like crying. One thing is for sure, this girl wouldn't have been able to handle the shows from my day - that's for sure. Like when that little kid gets all shot up and sings "Short people" in Les Mis, that shit is sad. Or when Eponine sings "All by myself" and then dies too - this girl would have fallen to pieces.

I guess my point is that teenage musical theater lovers seem to have gotten soft, and I don't like it.

New, short and sweet, interview with me and Chris Radtke can be read by scrolling to the bottom of this page.

Also, a roundtable discussion that I participated in on comics commentary site Ninth Art. It's very insular, so may be of little interest to the non comics literate.

I feel pretty good about most things said (except I definitely didn't say that I didn't like the comic book Hate, because I love that comic), though I must admit though to a certain nervousness about having all these comments available for public consumption. I hate the idea that I would have to back up any stupid thought that came into my head when drinking in a bar with a bunch of rowdy cartoonists just because someone taped it, transcribed it, and posted it on a website. Luckily I don't say too much, so I don't have too much to worry about.

It turns out that I actually don't mind the new commute so much. It's long enough that I am doing more reading (almost finished a book called The Rotter's Club this past week), but it's also short enough that I'm not totally miserable.

Aliza and I ride in together, but we are both enjoying the reading time, so it has worked out well. It wouldn't work if she wanted to talk and I didn't, because I could force her to not have a conversation with me, but I wouldn't be able to concentrate on my book because of all the guilt I'd be feeling.

Gabagool! #5 is listed in this month's PREVIEWS, on page 288, next to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles again. I like being next to TMNT, it gives me hope that somebody might notice our comic as it's buried inside the catalog.

I was actually working on the new comic tonight, but started to feel burnt out, so I decided to write in my blog instead, which I almost never do from home. I am in the midst of the climax of the long-running (for me) HEDONISM storyline that's going to run in Gabagool! #6. Just a handful of pages left to do, and it'll be finished. I will be glad to wrap on this project for two reasons. One being that despite how filthy it is, I think it's the best thing I've ever done. Aliza read it, and admitted she thought it was kind of off-putting, which doesn't mean she thought it was bad, it means she thought it was less funny ha-ha, and more funny creepy. However, I think the story has some truth to it, and hopefully other people will agree with me. And the creeps will think it's hilarious I'm sure. The other reason I'll be glad to wrap on this is that I've been working on it for a year now, and I'm excited to do some new things.

One thing that I think I will do on whatever the next project is, is work on bigger paper. I need a little bit more room to breathe on the page. The way I lay out all my pages is in a basic three row format, and I've been careful in the past few comics to make the rows with identical heights throughout. I think this makes the pages look better when facing each other in the book, and gives the comic a sense of rhythm. The problem with this though, is that it is sometimes hard to draw a whole person standing up in the height I give myself. I find that I am sometimes forced to make the characters more squat than normal, or cut off their feet. More often than not, I just do their upper torsos, it's easier. I wanna cut this out, and give myself the space I need.

TGIF!!! Am I right?!!!! TGIF!!! Seriously...

Big end of the week plans that include, but are not limited to: A Moving Party tonight for my friends who are moving; Looking for a New Couch at Crate and Barrel; Buying a Vacuum Cleaner from Bed Bath and Beyond; Going Drinking Somewhere in Brooklyn; Doing Some Yoga In Brooklyn; and possibly doing some drawing of some kind.

I actually get less work done on the weekends in terms of comics than I do during the week. It's weird. I guess it's just easier to schedule an hour or two on a weeknight because there are no other options most of the time. Also - I don't mind staying up late drawing on a weekday, it makes me feel productive. If I stay up late on a saturday to sit at my drawing table I feel like a loser. It was worse if that ever happened when I lived on St. Mark's, because there was always a steady stream of youths walking past my window out on the town having an awesome time.

Now I live in Brooklyn. No longer will people be impressed by my street address. No longer can I go buy a bottle of water at one in the morning. No longer can I bore people by pointing out that I live across the street from the building on the cover of Led Zepplin's Physical Graffiti, no longer do I get to walk by the obnoxious nouveau punk kids lingering around on St. Mark's Place and snapping flyers for tattoo shops in your face.

The move went as well as a move can go. I both loved and hated having movers come. I loved that they did everything. I hated having to linger around while they did it, faced with the imminent threat of having to make small talk with them. I can be pretty small-talky when I want to, but I was tired and grouchy, and didn't feel like being chatty. Luckily they really didn't seem to give a shit, so at least they won't be going home talking about how the move went well and all, but that guy who's married to the boss-lady was so stand-off-ish...

One thing I like is taking a subway that goes over the Manhattan bridge. I am like a little child in that I get a thrill about riding on trains that go over bridges. Wheee! I am sure I'll get over that pretty soon once I've commuted ten million times.

My Study is almost all set up. I love having a Study. I feel like I should get a Great Leather Journal and use it to write my discoveries in, and I should store Interesting Curiosities on the many shelves. And I should force Aliza to knock before entering, so as to not disturb my Important Thoughts.

I was home waiting for the Cable Guy to come all day tuesday, so I had a nice day getting acquainted with the new place. I drew a lot, I ordered Thai food for lunch, and I found out where the place to drop off Laundry is. I felt like telling the women at the Laundry place that I'd just moved in next door and they'd be seeing a lot of me - but similarly to the movers, I don't think they gave a shit.

Tonight I am going to go and pick up my clean clothes, so perhaps I'll attempt to be a little neighborly then.

Another things that I don't like about Brooklyn is that you have to wait until certain days to put your garbage on the street. I liked it in Manhattan when I could just throw out bags and bags of garbage around the clock. This came in very useful when we were clearing out for the move, so maybe that's why I think it's so important. Perhaps I won't actually fill fifteen garbage bags full of old 'zines and bits of paper every day like I was during that time.

One annoying thing about the cold weather is that I have to wear my snow boots to work. They are very cosy, but also very big. I feel foolish tramping around the office all day in these big moon boots. But, it gives me a certain spring in my step that could be confused for good cheer - so that works to my advantage when I am seen by bosses and higher-ups.

Aliza and I both have sweaters with the Scottish Lion Rampant on them. Hers is pink for girls and mine is blue for boys. She put hers on today, and I decided to wear mine too. She got mad because we might go out tonight for dinner or something, and we will look like idiots who're trying to be "twins". I think it's cute, I don't mind people thinking we're idiots.

No drawing these last two days. Wednesday I played D&D with my brother-in-law (I was the winner, 7 - 3) and yesterday I spent a good part of the night fiddling with my home computer. It was so messed up with viruses and adwares (from Aliza looking at online porn I suspect) that I decided to wipe the whole thing and return it to it's orginal factory condition. It works like a dream now, I am psyched.

Conventions I am going to this year:

APE - San Francisco. Don't have an official table, but I know enough other people who're attending that I will have places to set up a base. Then I plan on circulating the whole weekend and seeing who I know. I went to APE once before, in 1997 or so. It was the first time I met my now close friends Alex Robinson and Tony Consiglio.

SPACE - Last SPACE I got into a big debate with my pal Gary about whether or not I was emotionally ready to have children. He felt that I was not ready, whereas I maintained that I was. I may have just been being contrary though, I don't think I'm ready for kids. I am too selfish with my time, and they require a lot of attention. I would never get any drawing done if I had to play with the baby all the time.

MoCCA - The highlight of the year to come, I am always very excited about this show. It's funny to think back years ago when my friend Kristen was asking around if anyone would be interested in a comics convention in New York. The answer seems to have been a resounding "YES". She did an awesome job of putting together the coolest thing in the city. This year it is two days long. Sadly though, I will have to commute to get there, because I will be in Park Slope by summer.

SPX - SPX is the one I've been going to the longest. I enjoy it, though I found three days of conventioneering to be tough last year. It's funny, I really look forward to going to cons, but they wipe me out. I think two days is my prefect length. One day is too short, and three is waaaay too much. I dunno what will happen if I ever get nominated for an Eisner, because I don't know if I'd be able to handle five days at the San Diego Comicon.

Last night I went to the comic store, but didn't buy anything. The one thing I was considering picking up was a box set of the new 3.5 D&D rules. You get a Dungeon Master's Guide, a Players Guide, and a Monster Manual, all for 85 bucks, minus my discount. There are two reasons I balked: 1) I'm not sure I even like playing D&D yet. I think I will play next week with my brother-in-law who is starting up a new game to see how I like it. And 2) I was going out to a book release party afterwards with all sorts of cool people in attendance, and I didn't want to be laden down with 90lbs of nerd paraphenelia (these books are only available in hardcover) in a packed trendy bar.

I bid on e-bay recently, and I am getting the Expert Rules box set from 1984 sent to me from England. This is the set I used to play with when I was a kid. Friends of mine who are more in the know tell me it was a badly designed system, which may account for the fact that I could never figure out how to play properly back when I was younger. I just couldn't understand how you were supposed to fight, so I ignored that aspect of the game and just spent all my time drawing maps. I didn't have anyone to play with anyway, except Kim Fox from across the street, and I knew he wasn't really into it. He was a bit more of a jock, while I was a big fat nerd with a squeaky voice and an english accent. We didn't stay friends for very long.

The landlord approved us, we are Brooklyn bound. Aliza has been instructed to buy one of those laundry baskets with wheels that you see the old women in Brooklyn trundling around all the time. She has to use it in lieu of her normal purse.

We have decided to move to Park Slope in Brooklyn where all young Newlyweds in Manhattan go to die.

The apartment is really nice. Assuming the landlord approves us, it will be a sweet spot to move into. The major perk of the new apartment: A REAL extra room to put my drawing table and computer in. At the moment I draw in the bedroom, and compute in the ridiculous upstairs room where you can't stand up because the ceilings are only 4 and a half feet high. In the new place I will be able to stand upright to my heart's content as I waste my life surfing the internet and looking at rude pictures.

Speaking of rude pictures, I am mere weeks away from completing Gabagool! Number SiXXX, the all-sex issue. I am in the midst of the climactic final nude hot-tub battle - it's very exciting stuff. I have drawn more naked hairy men in the last few weeks than one would think possible. I just know the fans are going to go crazy for this one...

I have returned from my wedding/honeymoon epic with a new dedication to doing some serious drawing. I've done almost four new pages since I've been back. I am determined to have a collected Gabagool! book out to debut at MoCCA in June. I feel really good about it, the current stuff is coming out quite nicely.

Thought more about the whole "People who live in the dark space between the sink and the bath-tub" children's book. I think it will be about a family who moves from some other dank place in the bathroom (maybe the hole in the back of the medicine cabinet that leads inside the walls that we didscovered a few weeks ago when we had plumbing issues) to the space between the sink and the tub. They move there for the improved opportunities, and the kids do really well there, but have issues with their parents, who like all immigrants want to maintain the ways of the old country. I dunno, we'll see...

Ring update: I am used to wearing it. I like it, it makes me feel "adult".

I'm kind of intimidated about starting up my blogging again after such a long break. So much happened - too much to wrap up in any quick way. It was pretty fucking awesome though...

For now, here's a new Gabagool! #5 review

In the midst of a very not-relaxing week - I've felt all frazzled and awful since saturday. So much to do. It's no fun at all. In about 45 minutes though I will leave work and not come back for about 17 days, so that's pretty sweet. I am very much looking forward to the time off. Then, in about 48 hours I'll be on my way to the Temple to get all married off.

Had a panic attack last night when I put my ring on and couldn't get it off again. It came off eventually, but took much coercing. I took it back to the Diamond Lady today to see if they could make it bigger, but she told me not to. She had me put it on and then told me to relax my finger. It came off a lot better once I did that.

I don't think the above episode is some kind of metaphor for my feelings about getting hitched though - I think it reflects more on me just be unused to wearing jewelry of any kind, and having a phobia of rings getting stuck on my fingers. I know how it goes, the ring fits now - but ten years from now when I weigh an extra 60 pounds the ring is going to be stuck to me as my fatty fingers grow around it like trees do when you tie something around them. Then, if I ever do manage to wrench it off from around my porky digits, they will be all mis-shapen and deformed. I've seen it happen, I know how it goes.

Maybe I just need to get used to it. I have never worn much jewelry - a girl in high school once got me a gold wrist chain that had Ich liebe Dich engraved on the inside (we were in German class together); and I briefly had pierced ears - but aside from that I usually don't accessorize. I don't even wear a watch. The way I find out the time is by asking Aliza to check her cell-phone. She never gets tired of that...

One week from now I will be staying at my parents house, spending quality time with distant relatives, and preparing myself for The Big Day. One week and two days from now, I will be sitting on a beach in Mexico doing nothing except drinking and chilling.

Aliza, in her concern for my pale skin, has arranged for us to borrow a beach tent from some friends to take with us. From what I gather, it's a large-ish tent that opens in the front, so that I can sit in it and still feel like I'm on the beach. I like the idea of sitting in it with the front all zipped up so I am entirely enclosed. Aliza can sit next to my tent, so that it seems like we are still together, even though I will be cocooned up in my little hide-away. I am told there are little windows on the side so I can talk to Aliza, and a little mail-box like slot where she can pass me food and drink. If I can come back from Mexico even paler than I am now, then the honeymoon will have been a success...

Aliza is lucky - she can tan, she will be able to take full advantage of all the sunshine in November.

Excellent review of Gabagool!'s # 1 -3 on the Comics Journal web site today. It's the second review down.

I caught the tail end of the debates between all seventeen Democratic hopefuls the other day. The only bits I heard were a part where each candidate defends him or herself against their biggest criticisms, and the part where they get to sum up their platforms in a minute or less. It was hard for me to keep track of everybody, since it was radio and not TV, so I was only able to really form an opinion about the people who I already knew about.

Al Sharpton: You know what? I like Al Sharpton. He gave the best speech in both segments. He was rousing and inspiring, and he made me want to vote for him. I have at least two friends who splutter with rage whenever you try and talk about Al Sharpton as a serious candidate, and I feel bad for them, because they're really just victims of a media which tells us to think Al Sharpton is a buffoon no matter what he says or does. I think he is a smart man, and he probably spoke the most honestly and earnestly about anything, but it doesn't matter because he's got funny hair. Oh, and also, he's black. Next candidate please -

General Wesley Clark: I liked him before he threw his hat into the ring. I was very impressed with a segment I saw of him talking on the Bill Maher show. I was a little let down with what I heard on the debate because he sounded like a broken record repeating that he served in the military. One exchange I remember went like this:

Moderator: Wesley Clark, what do you think?

Clark: Well, when I was in the military I learned about running things and making a plan. The military taught me how to be a leader. I was in the military.

Very insightful General.

Don't get me wrong, I probably like Wesley Clark the best in terms of somebody who might actually win, I was just a little let down that he seemed to be pandering. I can just imagine his publicity people telling him to emphasize his military service. People love the military, so he brings it up every chance he gets. Reminds me of Arnold's campaign a few weeks back - ignore the issues, don't forget to mention that you were in True Lies.

I wish this wedding was here already. It's still almost two weeks away, and I am just ready to get to it at this point. We've been engaged for almost exactly a year now, it's quite a long time. I would really like to have something else to have hanging over my head for a change. Like trying to find a new apartment or something.

Had final meeting with the Rabbi. He's a nice guy. Both him and the Cantor are very friendly, and have both helped me feel comfortable with everything. Now I need my final meeting with the DJ, and we're done.

The wedding comic was finished yesterday. We're calling it "With this ring..." which sounds a little corny, but makes sense with the story which is about us trying to buy the rings and discussing our various options and disagreeing with each other. It's probably sickeningly cute, but that's fine. Our gift to the people who came to our wedding is a small glimpse into the world that Aliza and I share. People probably don't want to stay there (we are too adorable to stomach...) but they'll have an idea of how it is in our little shared microcosm.

New review of Gabagool!'s # 1-3 here