That title is definetely selling out... (and some misanthropy)

I have a fable to present to all of ye: A person (who will hereby be referred to in the second person because I assume you would all do the exact same thing in this situation, you inverse idiots) logs onto facebook early in the morning (about half an hour before I publish this post) on June six. You see that it is your friend's birthday. You're smart, and you know that June isn't the six month, and you're friend doesn't like death metal and never sings Slipknot's The Heretic Anthem during study hall the way I most definitely don't. So, instead of checking to see if his age is some ridiculous number like 103, you post on his wall: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHO!" Said friend opens his inbox to see that he has gotten far too many messages from facebook saying his wall has been posted on. After remembering what date it is, said friend is depressed to the point of cutting himself because his already small faith in humanity has just been completely obliterated by OJ Simpson, who now thinks that he can't get arrested for murder because the jury is composed of IDIOTS like you factoring hectopascals that that can't go "6-6... hmmmm..." the way any reasonable person (officially an endangered species) would!

FACTOR YOU ALL! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CALL YOURSELVES SENTIENT!

Anyways, now I'll talk about a human being I respect: Bobby Crosby. No, not the baseball player, the author of Dreamless, my current favorite webcomic. I looked under the comment section, and Crosby's name appeared to be a link. I clicked on it, read five pages into Marry Me and concluded that Crosby didn't write both Dreamless and Marry Me. After doing a wiki search and discovering that Robert Crosby is also the name of a baseball player and the webcomic artist isn't significant enough to be listed on wikipedia, I assumed that there were two webcomic artists named Robert Crosby and the author of Dreamless somehow found that funny enough to make a link to Marry Me. Nevertheless, I continued to read Marry Me just for the hell of it.

Did you read Two Kinds and think to yourself, "This webcomic is so zetta bad it's good!"? Then you should read Marry Me. The story about a moody popstar who hates the dating process so much she thinks arranged marriages would be a suitable solution and eventually arranges a marriage at one of her concerts is, well, CRAP! ZETTA CRAP! That's one of the ways I know Marry Me and Dreamless are written by different authors; Dreamless had a good storyline and a "so good it's good" appeal. A lot of the minor happenings are also rather... I don't want to talk about them, actually. Just don't read Marry Me and expect a good plot.

But where Marry Me and Two Kinds differ is that when Two Kinds tries to reject it's so bad it's good appeal, the quality of the comic seems to have dissociative identity disorder, rapidly switching from being okay to being suck. And not the good kind of zetta suckiness, either. But when Marry Me attempts to be good, it, well, it is good. I actually found myself liking the character of the moody popstar and wanting to marry her because the character development is just that good. Some other characters were also interesting (except for Parker), making the whole writing thing actually interesting and stuff. This whole good writing thing is probably the only area of similarity where the comic has stuff in common with Dreamless, but the big difference is that dreamless did a good job on the delivery of plot elements while Marry Me did a good job with characters.

Mr. Crosby said Marry Me was open to sequel ideas, which I like the sound of because he's proven with Dreamless that he can indeed make a good plotline, while the characters of Marry Me are vastly superior to Dreamless' characters. This is one of the longer blog posts I've made, isn't it? I better stop before I die from writing too much or something. Adios, inverse idiots who say happy birthday on June (6) sixth!