While still quite late, the goods have been delivered. I deliver the goods. All I ask is for your undying love and approval . . . is that really so much to ask? Season’s Greetings, by the way.

I feel like this comic might have been better suited for next week, but forces were working against me. In order for you to better understand, I need to tell you something about Noah (the co-writer of Good in Theory). Noah is a wicked accomplice, I often try to think of him as some kind of troll, or ogre. He lurks in the shadows, the only proof of his presence is his name scrawled after mine at the bottom of most strips, and his crude blog posts which are etched in some crude, primitive language.

In the days of yore, when the comic was never updated. Fearsome arguments oft ensued about the content of the comic. Eventually we struck this agreement: I get to decide what goes in the comic. Fair? No, not in the slightest. Reasonable? Quite. See, while I have to call him up once a week to write a comic, he gets to wash his hands of it after a few short hours. I on the other hand spend hours meticulously creating the visual product that you are viewing. I must truly believe in the product before I invest such raw hours into it.

Okay, so now that you have a bit of back story, I can now explain why you are not seeing a less season-oriented comic this week. There was one week, where I was exceptionally tired, and a comic needed to be completed stat. Noah pitched an idea, which I thought was an amusing idea. Unfortunately, I did not have time to get around to it that week. If there is one thing that is nearly impossible to do, it is to get Noah to write more than one comic per week. He is so fiercely hostile, like a cornered bear.

Then the site went down, and I was unable to do it that week, from which I received great scorn and verbal abuse. I explained how I figured the site was down the days before, and I figured it would be down for awhile longer, so I saw no reason to rush to finish the long, complicated comic that he was planning. He explained to me that if I had used a similar excuse with a teacher, that it would be called “irresponsible.” Which only further proves that teachers can be quite ridiculous.

So no comic that week, and then this week I actually invaded his city of Portland and spent the weekend playing Left 4 Dead and trying to not die in a fiery mangled car wreck. (More on that in the near future.) So I still didn’t have/make time to do his long and hard to draw comic, thus this week’s gem. It was born out of a slightly similar idea that I had for a holiday card, but I figured that most people are not inclined towards their holiday greetings including gore. It is also incredibly fun to draw them wearing something different for once. Or more like an update from the golden days.

So back to next week’s comic, (wow, I got off track there). Basically, I must always crush Noah’s soul at any moment, because if I give him even the faintest glimmer of hope, he will dog me until it is finally up. So . . . expect something very un-holiday-ey next Wednesday . . . and longer . . . and a pain for me to draw.

Sorry, but this is a terrible blog post. My excuse? I am sore and I really want to play Fallout 3.

-Nathan

Forgot the secret message the past two weeks. Also: balls. Go nuts.