Latest Comics

I have a very weird memory, or… I mean shit, I don't know. Let me tell you how it works and you tell me if it's weird. My memories go back very far and include a full sensorium. When I was two years old I got out of our apartment and tried to cross the street in front of our house. I can be there anytime I want! I don't really want to, though. My earliest memories are strange because everyone is so big. My grudges are, as a result, legendary - the crime was always five seconds ago. So, I can get older, but I have all these save points where I have varying levels of experience. I hope it doesn't make me more vulnerable to nostalgia, but when do I ever get what I want?!?

This is just one last reminder that the 22nd annual Child’s Play auction and dinner is coming up next week on December 5th. Jerry and I will be your hosts for the evening and we hope you will join us to support the Child's Play mission of helping kids all over the world through the power of play. You can get your tickets right here!

-Gabe Out

20 years ago Harlan Ellison said I was "a superannuated teen-age golem with a slack jaw, a slow manner, a typical pointless surliness at a world unwilling or unable to accept him as Superlative, and on sum a twerp easy to dismiss" and I am still very proud of that.

Here's "The Story".

-Gabe Out

Part of being a core demo means being catered to by a variety of products and services - trinkets and baubles, lotions and potions, slakes for mortal lusts. Mork and I had a run-in with Candles For Men, back when someone recognized that men also have noses and thus might be addressable by olfactory weaponry. At the show, Gabriel was sold a candle not as a man - a state we match only the most rudimentary distinctions of - but as an adventurer, perhaps the only state to which we are less entitled to. Alas! No law may bind him; he is fifty to seventy percent beast.