Hot. As. BALLS.
My boyfriend, Francesco Marciuliano, is a fucking creative whirlwind and a goddamned genius, if you ask me. Oh, he drives me batshit sometimes, and on occasion I make him want to stab me with a fork, and it’s entirely possible that we will kill each other with knives and/or bricks to the back of the head, so just to be clear: this isn’t some bullshit entry about how our romance is soooooo perrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfect and about how he’s made me a complete being at long last through the power of his aura. No. This is a TRUTHFUL entry about how his web comic, Medium Large, is back from the motherfucking dead and ready to kick some serious ass, in a loving way.
We are zombies, we have dead souls, but we are still ready to ROCK!
Ces is the jam for a variety of reasons, not just because he has the good taste to live with me, but because he’s smart, funny, witty, sometimes snarky, sometimes sincere, always goofy, and looks great in a suit. He also has taught me significant and important things about dealing with commenters on the Inter-nets, assembling IKEA furniture, and staying motivated when there’s no omnipresent boss breathing down your neck.
Ces's doppelganger, Byron.
He works from home, yet never in pajamas, and he’s one of the hardest-working people I know. And I work my ass off, so I know from hard work.
Most of the time, he deals with bullshit with grace, and when he doesn’t, he invariably apologizes and tries his best to do right in future. He’s a great guy, and if he ever cheats on me
There will be death.
P.S. He’s also subbing for our friend Dan Piraro’s “Bizarro” this week with the very first print edition of “Medium Large!”
hey… great pose! please dont hit me! lol…
why did you looks so angry, heh? please visit my blog, thanks.
-woody green-
great angry face! please dont hit me baby!
thank you.
-woody-
ps:please visit my blog
that was romantic!
ill go read the comic now!
First off, don’t fool yourself…this is the relationship of the century. You two are fagtastic for each other, the perfect match, and you both know it.
I’m curious what you mean by ‘deal with commenters on the nets’ - I’ve nary read a tough comment posted about you, and I’ve been reading, I swear!
Tho I’ve not met either of you, you know how deeply in love I am with your avatar, comedy, and personality. My boycrush is Ces, as you know (so much so that I call him ‘Ces’ without ever having so much as polished his shoes).
So I’m like the loving grandfather, so happy his two favorite jewish grandchildren found love, even if it’s with each other. And I’m also the wierdo comic/tub groupie who cannot possibly breathe without seeing and enjoying both of your work.
Seriously…this is one of those occasions where as a fan, it is my job to say “THANK YOU” to you both for the entertainment you’ve given to me. I hope someday to plan your wedding or represent you on trial for murder, whichever happens.
You pretty please keep blogging, and Ces, you pretty please keep comic-ing. You make my day, collectively.
PS–Most amazing thing? Ces doesn’t work in his pajamas at home. I thought that was the entire purpose of working from home (as I sit here in mine, escaping my home-bound day of work).
Stephen, you are, as always, such a sweetheart. Thank you for putting a smile on my face. And if you don’t start your own blog one of these days, on WordPress or Blogger or Tumblr or something, I will kill you in the face!
Well, the Nerve commenters tended to mostly be nice, or at least catty in an acceptable and understandable fashion. But I’ve definitely gotten the chance to read a few narsty things about myself on the Internets, but I think that comes with the territory. Even if you have a non-corporate-sponsored web presence, without the increased pageviews that corporate promotional power generally (hopefully?) brings, you’re still putting your writing out there to be loved, liked, hated, etc.
(And yes, I said “narsty.” NARSTY!)
my bloggage is on myspace.
WhyohWHY must I move to wordpress or some other blogspace I’ve never before heard of…??
BECAUSE IT WILL BE MORE ACCESSIBLE TO THE MASSES! And you are a good writer!
(Look at me shouting like some sort of enraged yenta. It’s because I’m flying today. I’m nervous.)