An Anniversary Gift So Cool, You'll Wish You Were Married to My Wife

The Bride just handed me the best anniversary present ever: a Limited Edition Cable statue by sculptor Junnosuke Abe, inspired by his appearance in Cable #5 (and the artwork of the amazing Ariel Olivetti). But man, the photo just doesn't do it justice. This Cable is 13 4/5 inches of cold-cast porcelain bad ass-ery, complete with the armored baby carrier and oversized Liefeld-style gun. Plus: Flip a switch on the base and Cable's techno-organic eye lights up.

But wait! That's not all! Remove the top of the baby carrier, and look who's there!

Awwww, it's baby Hope, long before she even had a name!

So now Cable (and the baby) are guarding my comics collection. If you're nice to me, I'll let you look at it next time you visit. It's scary how well The Bride knows me, after all of these years. I feel like a kid at Christmas.

(Special thanks to fellas at Brave New Worlds in Philly, who helped The Bride acquire this glittering, techno-organic prize.)

And She Doesn't Look a Day Over Absolutely Gorgeous

Please join me in wishing a happy birthday to the one, the only, The Bride. I'm lucky enough to have spent twelve birthdays in a row with my beautiful, sassy wife. We've actually known each other since her 15th birthday, as impossible as that sounds. (We were pen pals! Nothing Jerry Lee Lewis about our relationship, I swear.) Of course, regarding her beauty, you only have my word; she's notoriously camera shy, especially on this here blog. So instead, I put up the hottest pulp paperback redhead I could find, but you should know that even the smoking-est, sultri-est Gold Medal vixen doesn't hold a candle to the Bride. (With or without a gun.) Sometimes, nerds do luck out in the love department.