This week’s comic is not a solicitation for props or support. I’m not fishing for compliments. I’m just working out some issues I’ve been having lately. You know, it takes a lot of time and effort to draw comics. Well, at least some comics (don’t worry, I won’t get into that whole thing again). And for me personally, I have been struggling to make time lately. Between parenthood and holding down a career, finding a few hours a week to spend doodling can be difficult. And when you’re watching your traffic slowly wane away, you start to wonder… is there a point to all this?
Now, I don’t have an answer. And there’s no reason to repeat myself here. Basically, I’m just trying to work it out. And maybe that’s what my comic is for after all. Maybe that’s what all true art is for. Not expressing yourself, but understanding yourself. Figuring out what matters, what drives you, what you really care about and enjoy. And if other people happen to enjoy watching you do so—hell, watching me do so—then great. Even better.
Call it what you will. Psychological crutch. Fantasy world. Pipe dream. Therapy. Whatever it is, I’m going to keep doing it, whether Reddit likes it or not. Maybe the time will come when I call it quits, but I’m going to try to put that off for as long as possible. Preferrably as long as Charles Schulz did, even though we work/ed under somewhat different circumstances.
I could probably have drawn a whole other comic based on the suggestions I’ve already got for this comic. Maybe I will. It’s a fun idea. Back when I used to draw for MTV, I did something similar about song that sound like they could be for kids but aren’t. This one is clearly about movies.
Here are the ones people have said I missed:
Going to the doctor can be really embarrassing when it makes you realize how out of shape you are. Like I said in this new Dustinland comic, it turns out that I literally hurt myself by sleeping. Not running, not playing basketball, not skateboarding. Sleeping. This is the kind of thing that happens as you get older. It’s like the Louis CK bit where he asks the doctor what he can do about his knee and the doctor says, “Eh, nothing. Your knee is just shitty.” I mean I can do something about my stupid back problem, and I am, and it involves pillows and a giant rubberband, but you get the point.
Well, on the bright side, any time I get sick or hurt in any way, it does inspire me to work out more and eat healthier, so at least there’s that.
Damn kids and their cuteness and lovability. Yup, that’s what this comic is about. I like to tug at the old heart strings every now and then, just to keep you off guard.
You know, I really did post these fake ad comic things online during the Super Bowl. On Twitter and Facebook. At least, I started to. But then I realized no one cares. Maybe because they were too busy watching the game, and the real ads. Maybe because their Twitter feeds were overflowing with an unfathomable amount of tweets, impossible to keep up with—or to stick out from. Maybe no one got the joke. Who knows.
But I still stand by the true point of my commentary, which is this: Everyone wants to get in on the Super Bowl, and doing it through social media channels seems like the cheap way to do it. But if an ad is a cheap fit that does nothing but stick a corporate brand where it doesn’t belong, no one is going to care. Even on the biggest ad day of the year.
P.S. My favorites are Armaluce, Golden Tate and Demaryius.
Okay, I’m not going to lie. I got so wasted Friday night, I took me the entire weekend to even sort of recover, and this comic is what you’re left with. I do like the idea behind it though. This whole life hack thing, it’s definitely useful at times, but like every other Internet trend, it starts to get real tired when it’s overdone. Oh great, I can open a jar with a cold chicken breast. Awesome. But the comic itself… well, let’s just say the hangover definitely hurt. And see how the words are all squiggly? I wrote the strip on the train. Yeah, a 3-hour train ride is probably not the best thing for you when you’re tried, hungover and trying to be creative, but what can you do. Man, last week it was pain killers, this week booze. Maybe next week it’ll be meth. Although in that case I would churn out not one crappy comic, but 50.
Oh and one more thing. Why 7.5? Not because I wanted to cut off that last filthy panel—although I really did. It’s because a buddy of mine told me that all these stupid Buzzfeed type web lists are supposedly more successful when they use odd numbers. So I figured, hell, how about an odd number and a half! That should be a guaranteed viral hit!
Yours Truly, the Dustfington Post.
This week’s strip is what you get when you mix pain killers with and comics. Really, I did have this huge list of ideas of comic ideas, but in my drug-induced malaise, I could not bring myself to tackle any of them. All these things that once seemed so promising, in my dulled state, it was all just so… blah.
I hear that some of the more powerful prescription meds are really addicting. I guess I can see that. Whatever I took was definitely not. It was really like taking Ambien Lite. Or Benadryl. Basically I was just extra tired. WOOOOO PARTY. I guess it did make my back hurt less, so mission accomplished.
Stay tuned next week for more comics on drugs!