Subject: Thank you
Date: Fri, 26 May 2000 14:29:33 -0500
From: "Williams, Brooks"
To: "''"

I just wanted to let you know that I've been coming to your site for almost a year now every Friday and it has been a pleasure to follow you on your journey into the world of online comics. I've noticed that the images themselves have increased in quality and you've reached an interesting depth that is curiously absent in comics. I was able to follow and understand the heartbreak you experienced a few months back in a way that is simply indescribable. The visualization of an empty hole in the chest and the heart fluttering away -- like it's a happy butterfly -- while the body feels it's new emptiness is something that touched me and even helped me get through my own relationship problems. Last week (I believe) I understood completely when you simply wrote: I just wish I could play the blues. It's a simple, but powerful statement that explains man's need to express pain, doubt and sadness.

Thank you so much and keep up the good work.

Brooks Williams

so... what do you do again?
that's always my favorite question...
i got my first real hate mail the other day
here, i'll let you read it...
Subject: ?
Date: Thu, 25 May 2000 13:07:23 -0500
From: subunit

Your comics are not funny. Every thursday I read excellent and your comic makes me feel sick because there anoying and stupid. What is the point of your comics? Heh, get a real job like the rest of us you not-funny guy.

i spend a lot of time working on this stuff
more than i probably should, considering i'm not making any money at it...

yet, there's really no other way i can see myself happy. i am compelled to do this thing, for whatever reason

you tend to question yourself a lot when you're a cartoonist. the self-doubt can be a bit overwhelming. it's surprising the suicide rate among cartoonists isn't higher but the moments i live for, the moments that really make me think are the ones when i get mail like this... that's when i realize that we are all connected and that everything we strive to do, everything we are, brings us closer together somehow. whether we are artists, musicians, or garbage collectors, we are part of the same soul, the same idea, the same breath from God's lungs and we are alive and we can see and hear and feel and laugh and play and cry. our only connection with eternity is whatever we leave behind. so... what do you do again?
that's always my favorite question...