From late 1995 to mid-1997, Patty created and wrote a comic book that did fairly well critically speaking. Sirius Entertainent eventually picked up the title. You can read about it here and here. Art contributed to those books, too.

Patty's most recent pet project is a biography on a 70s filmmaker. Her website was named one of the "Best Sites of 2002" by Yahoo!, and the subject became the focus of a two-part retrospective she contributed to Fangoria magazine in 2002. Also in late 2002, a DVD release featured an audio commentary and other supplemental material from Patty. You can read reviews of the DVD here.

Patty's interests range from obsessive movie viewing to compulsive movie viewing. She also suffers from an unexplainable "elf" fixation. She and Art live in the Chester County region of Pennsylvania.

About Art:
Art's an artist (a product designer) who needs to write his own freakin' bio!!

While we all wait patiently for Art to cough up a biography, I thought some folks might get a kick outta these ancient archive photos. CLICK HERE to read about our engagement.

Art and I met in December 1990. There's a wee bit of controversy about that -- it could have been the last week of November, too. Either way, we met in late 1990. I had just started dating a good friend of his from Widener University. See, Art initially went to Widener for engineering but had a radical change of heart one year into his stay. He transferred to University of the Arts in Philadelphia in 1990 where he eventually earned a degree in fine metals.

This is funny: The "friend" of Art's that I was dating made me promise him I wouldn't fall head over heels for Art before he'd introduce us. He claimed that Art was the coolest and most talented person he knew. I assured the guy I wouldn't go ga-ga over his best friend. He and I had known each other a grand total of three days when he brought me to Art's Philly dorm room. The black and white photo of me was snapped on one of those three days.

We slogged down to Philly from my campus, where I was a freshman studying communication. Well, to be honest, it was my first semester and I wasn't really studying much of ANYTHING then. I was too busy goofing off and having fun. I got my act together later. Regardless, we met up with Art at his U. of Art's dorm room. Art's dorm room was hilarious ... it was painted black with fake spider webs hanging from the ceiling. Goth-a-rama, but in a tongue-in-cheek way.

At that time, Art sported what I call his "Technicolor Dream Hair." In fact, his hair was a different color(s) the first four or five times we hung out (his rainbow hair phase was mostly over by Spring of 1991). It was white, orange, and black the day we met. The photo shown here was snapped for a self-portrait drawing he was assigned ... probably a few days after we were introduced.

Art and I hit it off from the start. It was clear from the outset we shared a similarly campy sense of humor. But I didn't really get a chance to talk much with Art that first night: he, his girlfriend, and a guy named Fred were sneaking out to an old church that was being demolished to salvage part of a hundred-year-old wrought iron gate. I stayed behind in Art's dorm room ... I remember being exhausted from pulling an all-nighter for an exam earlier that same day.

Art still has that gate.

I continued dating Art's friend for about four months. During that time we hung out with Art and his girlfriend roughly every other weekend. I remember agreeing with my then-boyfriend ... Art was indeed the coolest person I'd ever met. Typically, we'd chill at Art's girlfriend's dorm with booze and Ed Wood movies.

When the brief relationship I had with Art's friend ended in Spring of 1991, I asked the guy if he would mind me retaining a friendship with Art. He said that was fine. And so, for the next three years, I hung out with Art and his girlfriend nearly every weekend. We became very close friends. He and I used to stay up every Saturday night and just talk until the sun rose. My roommate/best friend used to tease me and say I was secretly in love with Art. She claimed he and I were made for each other. Not wanting to be a homewrecker, I always denied it. But like my ex-boyfriend, I told everyone who'd listen that Art was the coolest, most talented person I knew.

By 1993, I came to grips with the fact I was completely enamored with Art, and I was subconsciously comparing every boyfriend to him -- and every boyfriend was destined to fall short of that standard. We didn't reveal our feelings for each other until January 1994, and it was rough-going for a bit of time after that. But our love was intense and real, our friendship never faltered, and we eventually healed.

Art and I can still chit-chat all night until the sun comes up.

- Patty

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