It’s the Mega Bigtaculamendous WYH Blog Postravaganza!

Sorry, people. Sometimes I make this harder than it should be.

See, I’m pretty quiet in real life. So quiet it needs italicizing. Quiet. I’m the kind of guy who never has much to say unless it’s necessary. I’d rather listen or observe. There are people who’ve known me for years who claim to have never heard more than a few sentences at once. I’m that quiet.

So, it’s hard to balance that personal trait with a desire to reach out to fans of the strip. I appreciate your readership and feedback, and want to return your devotion, but… I usually feel like I just don’t have anything to say.

I owe you. So here goes…

If you’ve ever wondered what happened before the very first WYH strip back in 2006, you’ll enjoy this (made up as I go along) series of strips. Really, it just give me something to write about on Sundays. I hate writing Sundays.

For a while I toyed with the possibility of introducing an all new webcomic version of WYH, but then realized that it would require either a clone or a thoroughly-trained Peruvian boy. Some of those ideas will make their way into this Year One series. Others will have to stay piled on the shelf, safe from the eyes of eight-year-olds we like to pretend read newspapers. God forbid a college strip be anything like college.

Speaking of God…

… I’m surprised that this got by. Ironically, God is a touchy subject on Sundays.

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It’s funny how often, when I think I’ve done my worst, people appreciate the hell out of it. This series of ‘letters to Santa’ strips is really just a series of ‘Cory didn’t have much time to draw that week, so he’ll throw in a lot of text’ strips. The faster I could get these travesties out of my face, the happier I’d be. Then… came the declarations of enjoyment from readers. Meanwhile, some of my favorite strips get like 2 and a half stars on comics.com. I officially don’t know what I’m doing.

I don’t know how many people have picked up on this, but I’ve always tried to portray Robin as left-handed. No reason. Just drew her pen in the wrong hand once and stuck with it.

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The last two weeks’ worth of strips seemed to generate a little talk.

First of all, one of my client newspapers refused to run it. I don’t know if it was Quincy’s jubilant misogyny or Cory’s disturbing decline into madness, but the storyline was apparently too hot for their tastes. I’m no closer to understanding it than you are.

Also, as Robert pointed out in the comments to my last post, WYH made a rare appearance in the Comics I Don’t Understand blog. Maybe an odd thing to take pleasure in, but the appearance of the above strip at least lets me know somebody is reading and cares enough to want to figure things out. For what it’s worth.. yes, the punchline was in reference to Robin’s  significant breasts.

But people mostly responded to the idea that Cory is actually trying to break things off with January!

I was somewhat inspired by the D.E.N.N.I.S. Method on It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia (a hilarious show that I don’t watch nearly enough), along with characters like the Pick-Up Artist with their simple rules for totally bagging chicks. Except I thought it’d be funnier to go the other way with it. In hindsight, the idea was funnier than the execution, as my two-star rating streak confirms.

On to the big questions: Why? Why? Why?!

Why would Cory, want to destroy the best thing he has going? The thing that everybody thinks he should be clinging to for dear, pathetic life?  Well…

…there’s that.

We’ll just have to wait and see where this leads. (Probably means I haven’t figured it out yet, myself.)