Holy shit! It’s the return of “Medium Large”!!!!!!!!!!!!

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.

with the love of his life, the chick from “An American Werewolf in London,” I’ll delete this post and replace it with a post about my imaginary boyfriend, Adolfo, who is currently off in Northern Ireland playing rugby and conducting peace workshops with Protestant and Catholic schoolchildren.

P.S. He’s also subbing for our friend Dan Piraro’s “Bizarro” this week with the very first print edition of “Medium Large!”