I've gotten more mail in the past few weeks from Goats readers than Vince Vaughn has gotten pity-fucks from Hollywood starlets. I wouldn't care so much if you could make up your collective minds, but the mixed messages I've been getting are enough to drive a cartoonist a bit loopy. Neil and Bob showed up for Halloween last year. It would seem that half of your are ecstatic about the direction that the strip is taking, and are thoroughly enjoying my little meanderings and experiments. I've never been sure when those days were, but they must be pretty early on , because I've been getting similar mail for the past two and a half years.
People are never satisfied.
Jay and Toph ourside of Planet Cocktail Bar , Gregor Mendel's favorite Brussels nightspot. My philosophy on the subject of Goats, and all art for that matter, is that you create for yourself. Make something that you enjoy. If you start catering to the whims of an audience, your art will suffer, much like the effect that focus groups have had on today's big-budget studio pictures. If you create something that you enjoy, you may not find tremendous commercial success.