I’m very excited.

Not just because today’s comic was done last night and was posted via automatronic server-side scripts. Not just because I’m going to be seeing some good friends of mine for the next few days. Not just because we’re about to be rocketed into super-stardom by all the FML visits we’re soon to have bestowed upon us.

No, I’m happy because this summer feels like a summer. People who have been out of school for a few years understand this feeling. To a person who isn’t bound to a scholastic schedule, summer is nothing but hotter weather and higher gas prices. But my schedule of events (visiting Pittsburgh on the 4th, going to Maine for my birthday, attending Connecticon) has got me filled with a sense of excitement that I haven’t felt in ages.

It’s awesome, and I hope that you guys can get a little bit of that up in you.

Of course, given the kinds of jokes we tend to make, our audience is very likely in high school (or pre-school) and therefore would not be privy to this feeling. To them, summer time is always a magical season, with time off from school, light beer and heavy petting. Why wouldn’t they be aroused at the mere mention of July and August?

See that? Another joke for the kids.

Here’s a quick tip: If you ever find yourself feeling too self-confident and content, sit down and write a quick essay about how awesome you are and how you came to be that way. Your self-esteem will shrivel up like a snail in a salt mine. The FML people have asked for a bio to help flesh out their article, and I’m having a very difficult time with it. How did I get here? How the fuck should I know!? I was drunk most of the time. I’m the last person you should be asking.

I’m not worried about it. The typed word is my preferred communication medium, and frankly it’s where I shine.

Paul is working on some portraits of us for the article, which is his preferred method of communication. I took some reference photos today for him. I might share them with you, someday. When you’re older.

Our foray into fame, the Illustrated FML, has been completed. The inspiration for this illustration can be found here, but only if you click it.

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As usual, anything ancillary to The Crooked Gremlins takes a back seat. But with something as prolific as FML, we knew we needed to step up our game and deliver.

To all of the newcomers: please know that you can buy prints of any comic you like (including the FML) and we will get them to you post-haste. International orders… we’ll see. There might be problems.

Also know that we are officially attending Connecticon ‘09, and while we will not have what is known as “booth presence” we will have “bar presence.” But only for the first hour or so after they start serving liquor. After that, I cannot honestly say that we will be mentally present.

Welcome to the UnderDark. Yes, we really are this fucking weird.

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Or something like that.

At any rate, due to his horrific…

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Well, that’s not really true. But something like it.

For the second time in Crooked Gremlins’ history, the strip will be catastrophically late. I hate to say it, but the realities…

I promised, and yea; I have delivered.

We’ve re-skinned the site, delivering to you some fancy new ways to interact with us.

The first thing you should notice are the three buttons…