As I say in this week’s Dustinland comic, man, toys are expensive. Not all of them. Some are still cheap and plastic. Others are expensive and plastic. And others are expensive and wooden. They’re all probably horrible for the environment, but so is everything we do in this awful capitalist materialist nightmare culture we’ve created. WOAH—don’t know how we just went down that road. Because really I love going to Toys “R” Us. I think I wanted more stuff than my kid did. Man, Legos rule these days.
Drinking and dadding (or momming). I don’t encourage it, but man, just a beer, just a glass of wine… sometimes you need it. Like I say in this week’s Dustinland comic, I never get wasted anymore—it’s just not possible these days. And that’s good, because as a parent, you probably shouldn’t be tanked around your kids. Anyway, I don’t think I can say more than I already did in the comic, and I feel like most parents are probably in the same situation I am. Oh how the days of partying are way behind us, only to be replaced by a tired one-beer Wednesday. Or maybe two.
Oh by the way, I relaunched an old Tumblr site I had going a while back as a Birdy side project. You know, since Tumblr is sort of the most important thing right now, figured I’d have some sort of presence beyond my four year old hipster comic.
This week’s Dustinland comic is about nurturing your creativity. That means giving it love and helping it mature and develop. This is not about “making it.” It’s not about success or any of that. It’s about having something you enjoy, a creative form of expression, and figuring out how to give it the time and attention it deserves despite your busy life.
I know as well as most people do, that between work and family, once you have a few free minutes to yourself, it’s hard to use that time to be productive and artistic. Play music? Write? Draw? How about Netflix. But if you care—and a lot of people do—you have to try. That’s why I drew this week’s comic. It’s for all the people out there who have asked me how I do it. Week in, week out. 15 years. I draw comics. Why? I don’t even know anymore. It’s gotten to the point where it’s just part of my life. A part I couldn’t imagine leaving behind. You don’t have to be as devoted as I am, but if you enjoy photography, go take pictures. If you like to sew, go sew. It doesn’t have to be every day. But it has to become a routine. Otherwise all the distractions of modern life will eat away the few minutes of free time you have and one day you’ll wake up and the decades will have gone by and you’ll wonder why you stopped _______.
As I say in this week’s Dustinland comic, my nearly three-year-old child openly mocks me on a daily basis. Maybe he’s still too young. Maybe it’s me. But certainly there is no part of my life that involves being a respected father figure. Loved? Yes. Exciting play companion? Correct. Funny wacky guy? Certainly. Kingly lord not to be trifled with? Never.
This week’s Dustinland comic was inspired by another monumental parenting moment that I realize may seem quite trivial to most people—non-parents in particular. Hence the super hero treatment. I thought that might spice things up a bit.
While all you parents are probably getting a double kick out of this comic, I think my favorite part about it is how uncomfortable panels 4 and 5 will make people. There’s just something wrong about Batman changing a grown Superman. And that reminds me, how come Spider-Man is two words with a hyphen? It really annoys me.
Man I swear I already titled a comic Nice Fade and it was about something completely different. This comic is about music—when songs fade out at the end. That other comic was about when you fade out a friend.
Now, of course I could go back and look if I used that title already, but I’m too lazy or busy or fathery. And to tell you the truth, I don’t even know if I did a comic about that friend fade subject. But if I didn’t, I should.
Anyway, I’m sure there are some musicians out there reading this who are thinking, “Yeah, please, this cartoon loser who’s never written a song in his life is telling me I suck for fading out a song.” And to that I say, “Bro, relax. It’s just a funny comic.”
As I say in this week’s Dustinland comic, I’ve recently sprouted two strange arm hairs. They are all tough and black and bristly and I don’t enjoy them. I can’t imagine what they are or what purpose they could serve. In fact, I don’t think arm hair in general can serve much of a purpose at this point. I imagine they’re some sort of leftover from an earlier point in our evolution from ape thing to man. Because they certainly aren’t keeping me any warmer when it’s 18 degrees out in New York in February.
I tried to Google my way to an explanation but couldn’t find anything. I guess it’s like that Louis CK bit where he asked the doctor why his leg hurt and the doctor said “You’re old and your leg is just shitty.” You get older, weird stuff happens. Welcome black arm hairs. Let’s hope you stay as a couple and don’t invite any friends over for a party.
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