The idea that three interesting people in a really-really small town might just spend their days tootling around in a rowboat, it just tickles me to no end.
Surprisingly, I wrote this before ever even having heard of “3 Men and a Boat”
Sometimes there are certain people I meet like Martin, and it just doesn’t seem they pursue relationships, and I never see them in them, and have a hard time imagining them in one. Not in a judgemental way, just in a ponderous way.
One of the great misconceptions of thinking someone doesn’t love you is that it has anything to do with yourself.
It’s fun to write sweet dopey characters like Martin or Randall (although Randall definitely matured in ways over the run of the strip).
You can be a naive fool in life bumbling and failing left and right, but if you’re willing to step up when it counts, that’s a damn fine thing.