
Slaving away solo at the art table, non-stop, managed to weaken my immune system, so much so, visiting the Halcottsville house last weekend insured me a severe head cold gifted by my dear SBX, and I've been coughing and hawking up sinus sludge and sneezing like a Looney Toon reject ever since. Despite physical set-backs, I've started another episode of IMMORTAL inbetween GOOSEBUMPS and AMERICAN SPLENDOR chores. So, look out for new BILLY DOGMA comix at


The two times I went out yesterday was to try and steal a sneak-peek of the SPIDER-MAN 3 shoot throwing down a few blocks from my place.

@9:30pm, Alex Cox, co-proprietor of Rocketship, rang my cell phone and we rendezvoused on our bikes for the night shoot. The streets were packed with well behaved Brooklynites rubber-necking for red heads and web-shooters, while I rode my bike closer into the magic. A faux-yellow cab housing Mary Jane Watson aka Kirsten Dunst rode by us a few times and I managed to get in a wave to her. She was all smiles for the locals.

We hung out another half-hour or so while I grabbed two beef soft tacos and a root beer at Buddy's Burritos a few feet from the fray. My deadline bells started jingling but before I split back to the hot lit desk, I caught a good glimpse at Peter Parker aka Toby Maguire who'd just wrapped his lines of dialogue and was herded into a black tinted SUV. I turned to Alex and told him that, someday, I'd make a piece of modern fiction so popular that I, too, would need tinted car windows just so I could go comix shopping with the dignity of anonymity...
DON'T LAUGH!