Can you guys keep a secret? Wait, no. Tell the world.
I used to think that the worst part of posting an ongoing story online is that when one of your characters says something, there’s a small but vocal portion of your readership who assumes that it’s you talking. Then your email and comments are crammed full of helpful, well-intentioned responses designed to educate you. So, yes, I am personally aware of jamais vu, but many readers assumed I wasn’t. Hello, inbox.
Same goes for when I post a line about philosophy, or law, or--heavens forbid--politics. Mare’s little background speech on Monday about how people need to listen and talk to each other? I am honestly shocked that nobody has written in and said, “Thanks for posting this! I feel you and I differ politically, so I am happy to tell you my position and maybe we can get a dialogue going!” (Note: 99 times out of 100, the person sending the email doesn’t actually want to have a conversation. They just want to prove that you’re Wrong and they’re Right, or perhaps a Sea Lion.)
However, in today’s jolly ol’ climate of death and rape threats, I no longer think this is the worst part of posting an ongoing story online. I’ve completely changed my opinion on educational emails, too--if you ever sent one of these educational emails to me, it goes to show your heart is in the right place and that you want my world to be better. You’re good people, and I honestly appreciate how you’re not clamoring for my gruesome murder because of something my imaginary people said.
Poor Pat. This is probably the best evidence of him coming out of his Pocket President-imposed funk.
Past-Me was arting so hard in this one. So very hard. I added extra-loose joints and limbs everywhere! They’re at the World War II Memorial, which is a lovely piece of architecture that’s in a lousy location.
There’s no black-and-white original of this strip.
