Today’s comic is just starting things off, so don’t feel bad if you don’t understand . . . you aren’t supposed to. You and Marlon are supposed to be sharing a similar sentiment.

I apologize for my absence last week, I was just not “feelin’ it.” I felt that portraying a nude Tim running from a bear crying for help officially signaled that the well had officially run dry. Kind of ironic that I would post it again, don’t you think?

I am truly spoiled by Poop in Bed, which exists in an untamed, lawless plain of existence. I established it as a “doodle comic,” which basically means “I don’t have to care if it looks good or not.” Of course I do care, but establishing it as a “doodle comic” has erected solid barriers of confident impenetrability.

Compliment the art? Thanks!

Criticize the art? It’s a doodle comic man, it’s supposed to look that way.

My hands-off approach to the writing is great. I send an email demanding a script. Bam. It comes. The best part, though?

Don’t think it’s funny? Oh well, Joel wrote it.

Think it’s funny? Thanks! I made a few dialog suggestions that really pulled the comic together!

It has officially ruined Good in Theory, which has become a soul-drenched beast that feasts on my physical and mental vitality. I have to actually try to come up with ideas, draw things so they look decent, color, think about backgrounds, and if it is criticized, it is like you are literally raping my soul.

Well, that last part was a bit extreme. Attacks on Good in Theory do feel a bit more personal though.

That is why, friends, you got two Poop in Bed comics last week, and no “real” Good in Theory comics.

I felt I owed you an explanation.

-Nathan

Del yawno.