I hope you all had great turkeys/veganturkeysubstitutes.

We Felbers gathered in New York, and had a tremendously good time. El Baz met his cousin Hugo, his Aunt Susie, Uncles Ed and Mike, two doggies, and of course, The Granny. He now has a very good opinion of all of the above, although he complained of a bit too much face-licking from one or two individuals (ahem- Mike!).

Pictures are forthcoming.

Eight months seems to be a particularly good age to take a baby on a plane. Or maybe Baz is just a particularly good baby. Either way, by his second vodka tonic he was a complete angel, though a little overly sentimental.

Now we’re back in LA, and I’m hard at work on that comic book. I’ll tell you more soon, but for now, just know that it’s a five-book series, it comes out early next year, and it involves… SKRULLS! Yes, Skrulls!

No, I didn’t know too much about them either. I’ve never really been a Comic Book Guy, at least, not a devoted fan, not enough to cringe appropriately when someone invokes them nasty Skrulls.

But why should that stop me? Excelsior!