Geez, one Criss Angel slap and Diane gets all miffed at me. I don’t know what to tell you, I find Criss Angel to be a damn fine illusionist, but his lispy, glam-rock haired, ripped up shirt attitude leaves me going ‘ok, we get it already… your tortured!’

The final strips of the clone saga are on their way.. and where the culmination seems to come out of nowhere, I hope it is as fufilling to you the reader, as it is to me, the me.

Hope all my east coasters fared well during BLIZZARD-TWENTY-TEN!