One of my big problems is that I will often say things that I don't really mean, simply because I can state whatever it is with precision. This tends to create a lot of problems for me socially, but at the same time creating a sentence with an undeniably clear purpose - regardless of the purpose itself - produces in me an elation which I find difficult to describe. I could try to do it now, and I bet it would feel really good, but I actually have a point I'm trying to get across.

A few new announcements regarding our big thing:

Let me try this again. I've played it a few more hours since last we spoke, and I have another way of going about it that does away with the specific references and the benchmark-type trivia that characterizes our prior conversation.

He has returned, but don't get too excited. It's just for this one comic, and then he's going back.

Before Gabe hit the road, he asked me very politely to mention his new sketch dump over at GabeArt, and I didn't do it. He doesn't say what they are, but the cowboys he drew are an updated form of a comic we've always planned to do called Sand. It has a ridiculously elaborate backstory, as all post-apocalyptic westerns should.

We could not have made up the special Bald Eagle Family T-Shirts, we simply don't have the ability to conjure an image of that power. Everything in this strip is quite true, Doom is coming out, country bait stores rarely carry software, and I desperately hope that Gabriel dies in water. Please say a silent prayer for Gabriel as he endures this week. Special Alternate Task For Atheists: Deny your maker.

This guy was at Otakon I guess. That might be the coolest thing ever.

I'm getting hundreds of mails about these mexi-fries. I was told that mexi-fries originated at Taco Time. Apparently the Mexi-Fries were very popular but the rest of their food wasn't. Taco Time went in the crapper but Taco Bells popped up everywhere. The fuckers at the Bell decided that they could just rip off Taco Time's mexi-fries and no one would notice. So Taco Bell started carrying mexi-fries, only their proper name was Mexi-nuggets. These mexi-nuggets also bear more than a striking resemblance to Taco Johns' Potato Ole's, seen below.

I got a lot of mail from people requesting I scan and post the pictures I got from Stephen Silver and Stan Sakai. They are actually being shipped back up from SDCC and should be here in a few days. Once I have them both I'll scan them for you guys.

I don’t travel that much and when I do I guess I never go to Taco Bell. Lots of readers are writing in to tell me that they have never even heard of mexi-fries. At first I thought that the Taco Bell people must have gotten to them. Not content to simply remove them from their restaurants I figured they had set out to remove them from the very minds of their patrons.

I went to Taco Bell last night and I was shocked at what I discovered. I understand that it is their policy to mess up my order. I expect now that what I ask for is never what will actually end up in my bag. It turns out that simply forgetting your burrito or shorting you a taco is no longer good enough for these sons of bitches though. Now they have decided that they needed to replace their awesome mexi-fries with new shitty fiesta fries. No more delicious and authentic seasoned tater treats. No sir, now you get disgusting little potato wedges fried in salt and sweat. I noticed something was wrong a few months ago when their combo meals no longer included mexi-fries. They tried to pawn off some shitty taco in their place but I would have none of that. “Fuck your taco bitch, I want my fries!” is what I was often heard to say. Now it’s obvious that their removal from the combo meals was simply a precursor to a much larger mexi-fri conspiracy. They are now missing entirely from the menu and every bit of evidence that proved they ever existed has been meticulously removed and probably destroyed. Did those filthy Taco Bell bastards really think I would simply forget how much I liked mexi-fries? Its bullshit like this that makes me worry about bringing a child into the world. These are dark times indeed.

And they are sons of bitches.

Here's the third - or maybe the second, chronologically speaking - installment of The Wandering Age: Last Rites. Of course, we need to thank Elbo for the translations in panels one and two - and we need to thank you, as the readers of a comic ostensibly concerned with gaming, for enduring our erratically sourced samurai epics.

One of the lessons I learned this year at San Diego was that I need to start carrying a sketchbook. I always knew that it was something I should do but I just never did it. I’ve decided to fix that and I’ve begun working really hard to keep a sketchbook and I love it. I figured I could solve another problem with the sketchbook as well, mainly my lack of updates to the gabeart section of the site. So I went ahead and redesigned gabeart to be a sketch dump site. I’ll still post finished illustrations in there when I do them, but I’m going to try and post a new sketch dump each week. I put the first batch up today if your interested in checking them out. A lot of it is just junk that most of you probably won’t care about. But I know as an artist I love looking at other artist’s sketchbooks and seeing how they work. I figure there might be a few of you out there who will find this stuff interesting. Doing the weekly sketch dumps should also keep me motivated to work in my sketchbook.

When Gabe says that Stephen Silver "...is probably my biggest influence as an artist and having him do a sketch of one of my characters was a real treat" I need you to know that this is the most gigantic understatement that has ever been magnetically inscribed on a hard disk array. Let me tell you a story about Gabe and Mr. Silver.

I had a really great time in San Diego this year. I'd like to thank everyone who came out to our booth. We really appreciate it.