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I have determined that within the context of our relationship, my wife is Piderman and I am Baman.

I’m not sure what sort of moral certainty or emotional comfort this new insight is supposed to bring me, but I know we’ve been having a good giggle about it all weekend. Though if I sing the theme song one more time I think Dorinda might slap a bitch.

I just wish I could figure out what order to watch them in, because YouTube and Mondo really suck about organizing the episodes.

Before I forget, let me quickly tell you that I had a blast on Sci-Fi Saturday Night. Here’s the episode.

Earlier this week I saw an actual orthopedic guy about my ass/back injury. The good news, he tells me, is that if you’re going to break your back, an anterior compression fracture and a busted coccyx is the way to go! If mine was a little worse I’d be in a brace for the next few months -like a dog in a radar dish. There’s nothing like 3 hours carved out of your work day and a $50 co-pay for a five minute visit so a specialist can tell you there’s nothing they can do for you to make you feel real good.

I get to go back in three weeks so he can tell me again how nicely I’m healing. I know this. Last night? Last night I actually SAT DOWN to play video games for the first time in almost a month. Unfortunately I found that I’d adjusted to standing in front of the TV and my perceptions are all off when I sit down now, thus resulting in shitty scores and pathetic murder to murdered ratios. Luckily I never got used to drawing standing up.

My comps of Atomic Robo & The Revenge of The Vampire Dimension #1 came in this weekend. I’d like to tell you the title of this issue, but through a series of miscommunication the title of this first issue became the title of the entire mini-series, and because of some Diamond/Previews thing we can’t change it. So this issue has no title. Or maybe it’s Bernard’s First Day. Why we couldn’t change it months ago when we first learned about the mistake, I do not know. But I’m just the idiot artist, so whateva.

For anyone keeping track, Bernard is the bald Action Scientist from Vol.1 who wears glasses, and like all people who wear corrective lenses is a pathetic coward. He’s my favorite Action Scientist.

There’s no B-Side in this issue, but we do have 4 fantastic pin-ups by the lovely and talented Roger Andrews, Armando Batista (I *think* colored by Padilla), Matt Warlick, and the late and great Dave Simons.

Apparently there’s also a rip in the space/time continuum forecast for early March that will hurl us back into mid-February where we can all eagerly look forward to the first issue of AR&TROTVD all over again. That will be cool. I appluad Red5 for getting the scoop on what will no doubt be the big event within the scientific community in 20011. None of this will make any sense until Wednesday, but trust me. I am from the future, and it is funny. Like a little zing on a delayed fuse.

Overall I am very happy with 4.1. It’s the first all pencil issues and to be honest, I can’t tell that I didn’t ink it. Except that the characters are all a little more elastic and expressive. I hit the half-way point on 4.3 yesterday so despite the fact that November was a total write off for me we’re still on schedule . . .sort of. My notes say that all of 4.3 is due this week. That won’t happen. Early March though. I promise. It would be done in February, but some asshole had to go and invent “February-Break” -whatever the fuck that’s all about.

Okay I’mm off to work on more 4.3. Another hysterically penned page where Atomic Robo and Doctor Dinosaur stand around being incredible funny. I just wish they were shooting guns and throwing hand grenades at each other while they were doing it. To keep it at least semi-interesting for me, and to piss Brian off, I’ve been playing a little game called; “What can I hide Doctor Dinosaur behind in this panel?”

If the story didn’t take place in 1999 I’d finally have found a reason to slip my life-size Dubya cardboard cutout into the comic. Just picture George standing there with that confused look on his face that he wore so well, while Dr. D sticks his little raptor arms under George’s, and waves them about ranting, “Waaah, I’m the Decider . . . mwaaa I’ma gonna send Spacial Entrepreneurs to the Moon . . . . ..waaaaa Missions Akomplished!”

God I miss Bushisms.