The panel contest is truly a testament to the awesome fans I have. You guys are amazing! And just to further prove my point, when our winner, Julia Chauvin was drawn, it was like the fandom heavens smiled at me. Why? Because I have awesome fans--who have the coolest, best, nerdiest interests. It didn't take me long to pluck one aspect of Julia's multi-faceted personality. What better than Harry Potter?

As a Potterhead who read the books as soon as each one came out, starting when I was a mere 10-year-old, I was SOOO stoked to do this comic. And I hope all you guys enjoy it as much as I do. And please, as always, feel free to discuss to your heart's content, proclaim all your fandoms, stories, and random facts. I read every single comment you guys post! And of course, sharing the panel is always the equivalent of a big internet hug, because it means recruiting even more awesome-tastic people like yourselves.

Much love,

The Artist

No matter how old you are, I think every girl (and even guys) are well within their rights to hold their breath and make stupid faces at the person they're dating. Sure sure, we're supposed to be all "mature" and address problems with "I" statements and all that. But sometimes it's just cuter, more effective, and more fitting to make faces.

That being said, making faces is one of my favorite things to do to guilt my guy into giving me attention and kissing me! Granted, you have to use the power wisely; goofy faces will stop working if you abuse them. But if your guy (or girl) gets all cranky pants and won't smooch you, it never hurts to make them lighten up and realize how adorable you are. By contorting your eyeballs and sticking out your tongue.

Does anyone else do this? Do you hold your breath and stomp your feet? What other tactics hold over from childhood? I GOTTA KNOW!

Part of me wishes I had a day planner for life. That way I could know approximately how long I'd be single, when I'd meet the love of my life, and when I'd sit home and eat a tube of cookie dough. Er. Forget I said that last one. But I mean, that way I wouldn't have to sit around all morose wondering when I'd meet my future guy! AND I'd know when I'd run into him, so I could do my hair all nice and wear cute shoes. Because I don't know if I could forgive myself if I ran into him while making a cupcake run in my pajamas at the local grocery store. I mean. Not that I DO that...

Of course, life is all about the element of surprise and the unplanned. Doesn't mean I haven't been kind of miffed at future boyfriends for taking so long though.

Are you fed up with your future fellow? Even if you probably haven't met him yet? Does he have any idea how LATE he is!?

Yeah, we've all heard it before, a million and ten times: Woman, go make me a sammich! Hah hah hah (end sarcasm). In all seriousness, I do love cooking and baking, so I don't mind making food stuffs for my guy and I. But to me, the whole meaning of the feminist movement kicks in with that whole equality thing. If I go cook dinner and dessert, I get to call equality shots. Meaning my guy has to go get me a beer when I'm watching the Giants game. And maybe some chocolate too, while he's at it. After all, I'm a working woman too! Now, where's that foot massage...?

Ladies, what's your deal with your guy? What's his end of the bargain?

When introducing my new boyfriend to my parents, I always have a horrible, spasm inducing, nauseous feeling. Not because I think one of my parents might off him with a shotgun, or that he'll say something that will hideously offend them. More because my parents have a bevy of blackmail against me. In the form of childhood photos and embarrassing stories. Sure, sure, it can't be THAT bad if I was a baby, right? Wrong. Soooo wrong. I was blonde as a kid. While I understood advanced concepts like impressionism and the indivisibility of the atom, I was not so quick on the uptake when it came to more...basic concepts.

That, plus a love of doing things that almost destroyed the house, made me less than a perfect little girl. Oops. Hopefully boyfriend won't fault me if I melt a spatula and set off all the alarms in our apartment like I did at age 3.

Do your parents have a ton of blackmail on you? What's one story you dread having your future boyfriend hear?