I actually sent this yesterday. Angrily.

Dear Robert Kirkman,

Wow. Astounding is right. Do you publish every SINGLE letter you get? I just finished Wolf-Man #3 (I'm like, a year late, sue me), and I swear, the letters page is longer than the actual comic. Now, I read them, mostly for your snarky comments because well, they're comic gold. But 73 letters? SEVENTY-THREE??!?! Come on now, there's no way any sort of comedy is served by answering SEVENTY THREE letters. You know how that time would be better served? That's right-WRITING MORE COMICS. Seriously, I need to know what the heck is going on right now with Rick over at TWD. This is urgent business. And I come to find that you're over here, chillin' out, answering SEVENTY FRICKING THREE letters?!?! Kirkman, don't make me come down there and show you how to put pencil to paper. Because I will force you. (And FBI, if you're reading this, I don't mean that, it's an empty threat, I swear.) Anyway, I digress. Everyone and their mother knows how much I love your comics. I first started reading Invincible because I liked the colors (blue and yellow, yeah!), and then I started reading TWD because Phil Lamarr told me to. (Seriously, I was in my comic shop, he looked at what I was buying, and told me I should be reading your comic. Be flattered.) So I bought it. And now I'm addicted. And now I'm waiting for the next issue to come out so I can stop holding my breath and I bide my time by picking up all four issues of Wolf-man, and I find out that you're just lollygagging over here? I'm disappointed in you.

Thoroughly.

Sincerely,

Dina

An open letter to Robert Kirkman, writer of The Walking Dead

Dear Mr. Kirkman,

As you may well know (from my previous blog entry, of course), I received a recommendation for TWD from a "celebrity'. When someone (at least semi-)famous tells me to read something, well, I read it. And as I like to pretend that I have lots of disposable income, I picked up the first two trades on my next trip to the shop. Wow. Let me state for the record that I hate all things Zombie. Night of the Living Dead annoys me, and I can't stand those stupid Zombie Emergency handbooks everyone's buying now like zombies actually exist. I want to punch all of those people in the solar plexus, truth be told.
However, holy balls. This comic rocks my face off like a karaoke version of "My Heart Will Go On", except instead of sucking, that's how much it rocks. (Go on, click the link, you know you want to...) I went out and picked up all the other trades that were out, and have been reading individual issues ever since. I've recommended TWD to just about anyone who will listen to me, and have lent out my copies to countless people who don't even read comics. (Now they do, of course...)

Ok, so now that I've throughly kissed your ass:

W T F!?!? I just finished issue 48, and I just want to state for the record that I hate you. Hate you, hate you, hate you.

That is all.

Sincerely,

-Dina