Pants Party

This new Dustinland comic is about pants and my lifetime journey from just plain pants, to wide-legged jeans that drag on the ground and get really gross in the rain, to tight hipster pants that work perfectly with my insanely skinny bone-filled body, to today… where I stand at the precipice of the return of baggy pants, coming full circle with my junior high school days.

I’m Done, Period.

Today’s new Dustinland comic is about texting, punctuation and a world gone mad. It’s sort of a young Gen Y, older Gen Z thing. If you don’t know, <a href="http://&lt;!– wp:paragraph –> <p>Today's new Dustinland comic is about texting, punctuation and a world gone mad. It's sort of a young Gen Y, older Gen Z thing. If you don't know, here's more info. </p> here’s more info.

But yeah, apparently you can offend people these days simply by typing a period. On one hand, that’s pretty irritating. On the other hand, it’s extremely stupid. But on the third hand, if you think about it like language and culture, you could go to another country and flash someone a thumbs up or a peace sign, and they could think you’re flipping them off. So really, who’s to say what means anything? Periods, question marks, NFTs, nothing is real, nothing matters, weed is legal, the world is on fire, have a nice day.

The Lord is my German Shepherd

This week’s new Dustinland comic is a totally true story about my recent trip to America’s oldest pet cemetery, and there’s not much more I can say to explain it than what’s in the strip — although I do have lots more photos I may soon share.

You may be wondering why I went there on a bright summer’s day. Well, I googled “secret Westchester” (I live in Westchester) and I found a list, and amid all the quiet little gardens and weird ancient businesses was this cemetery, and the photos were so interesting and unexpected, I had to grab my camera and give it a little visit. It really was nice to see. And I was maybe the only visitor. There were some grounds people there, and possibly one couple I saw in the distance. But that’s it. Many of these graves were over 50 years old. Can’t imagine someone is going to visit grandpa’s dog, right? That’s a whole weird thing in itself that I didn’t even mention in the comic. Maybe I’ll have to do a sequel.

Bad Thoughts

This week’s new Dustinland comic is about how kids’ naive yet very real (in their minds) fears can uncover adults’ more “realistic” and depressing anxieties. It’s actually very reminiscent of an early Matt Groening Life In Hell strip that may have even led to an eventual bit on the Simpsons. Do you know what I’m referring to? I tried to find it via Google image search but couldn’t and stopped looking after about 14 seconds. But yeah, comics. Depression. Hopelessness. Nightmares. Good times.

I Want To Be, Leave

This week’s new Dustinland comic is about the recent news on UFOs and how they may or may not be real, possibly aliens visiting Earth, or not. Seems like this should be huge news, but also seems like there’s no real proof here, and that even if there was, no one would care. I guess things are just that messed up on our planet, that even news of other intelligent beings sneaking around and spying on us just adds up to another big “meh.”

Reopen Season

This Dustinland comic is about my recent experience of going into the office for the first time in 15 months. It was actually kind of nice after the weirdness wore off. But the night before, the morning of, and about the first few hours — basically up until lunch — all super weird. Just hard to explain. Crazy to think one day we’ll all look back at this as some wacky time. Just kidding, we’ll look back at this all fondly as our robot overlords whip up with old iPhone charging cords. Just kidding, AI will exterminate us. Just kidding, climate change and global resource wars will have finished us off first. Just kidding, everything is gonna be great!

PS Did you catch the Bo Burnham reference in the strip?

I’m Not Proud

This week’s Dustinland comic is a true story in honor of Pride Month. You know, it’s weird because the point of the comic is to say that you shouldn’t always make everything about you, but yet of course it’s a story… about me. But that’s how I live life — through my own eyes. So yes, it’s a bit backwards, but hopefully you still get the point.

Bad Idea Genes

This week’s Dustinland comic is based on a true story. This all really did happen on a camping trip I took this past weekend. The main idea of the comic is that sometimes I feel tempted to pursue what I know to be a bad idea. In the case of my camping trip, that involved a large, heavy axe known as a maul.

Fun fact not included in the comic: I did briefly faint in real life after this event! No idea why, it didn’t even really hurt that much. I mean, it did hurt, but more like stubbing your toe really badly or standing up and hitting your head on the corner of a cabinet. But I did feel quite light headed and had to sit down. Gave kiddo quite the scare too! I do feel bad about that but hey, at least he got to try a real axe.

Catch 42

This week’s new Dustinland comic is sort of a bummer, but I had a long weekend away and only wanted to post up a one panel strip since I just didn’t have the time to throw up a normal one. And I have a ton of ideas lying around — some of them don’t deserve their own multi-panel strips. So once in a while I do a quick Far Side length strip, if you will, and this is one of them, and it just happens to be sort of depressing. But you know, the truth hurts. Don’t blame me.

That’s Absurd

This week’s new Dustinland comic is about an approach to life called absurdism. It can seem quite negative — certainly in the way I portray it. But, like nihilism, it can actually be quite freeing. The point is to embrace the lack of meaning in life, rather than fight or deny it. It’s actually similar to eastern ways of thought in many ways, although without the reincarnation or nirvana at the end.

Ultimately the idea is to recognize how pointless it all is, thus freeing yourself from the impossible task of reaching some ultimate end goal that does not exist. And once you’re free, you can do anything, you can feel however you like, you can fill life with whatever meaning you prefer. Of course, I choose to make jokes — probably not the healthiest way to go about things. But it can be fun, so at least there’s that.