I like to do these big year end summaries every year and that’s what this week’s Dustinland is. I’ve definitely missed a few years, mostly because people don’t seem to really enjoy it when I do these. But you know, I like it, and it’s not like you people are paying me to do these comics. Yeah, sure, you click on an ad or two every once in a while, but still, as long as I’m self published, I’m going to keep putting out whatever kind of comics I feel like — even if they’re lame, unfunny, obvious and uninteresting: just like this one!
See you in ’09 with more self deprecating crap!
This week’s Dustinland isn‘t the most joyous holiday celebration, but you know what: I think it’s pretty awesome. And it makes you think of the lyrics to Santa Claus Is Coming To Town in a completely different light. Here they are, with just a teeny bit of editing.
You better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout. He’s making his list. He’s checking it twice. Gonna find out who’s naughty and nice. He’s sees you when you’re sleeping. He knows when you’re awake. He knows if you’ve been bad or good.
Man, that is pretty damn creepy. Either that or Santa Claus is just a big metaphor for a vengeful God in this song.
Anyway, sorry to depress you with such a holiday downer of a strip, but I think if you can laugh at a situation, you’ll be able to deal with it better. I once read this quote in a really shitty new age book: “I’d rather be a humorous fool than a serious jackass.” So put that in your pipe and smoke it. If you can afford a pipe these days.
This week’s Dustinland is all about the benefits of a bad economy. But you know what? There really aren’t any. I mean, I guess if you don’t get laid off, you can maybe get some good deals on the stock market, and maybe buy property at a good price, in hopes that things will pick up and you’ll profit in the long run, but aside from that, unless you run a liquor store, things aren’t looking good right now. And it prettttty much sucks a fat ass. I just wonder, is there one person who voted for Bush who isn’t ashamed of themself right now? I mean, how can you possibly feel okay knowing you voted in the guy who destroyed America? Seriously, you deserve to be hit with a shoe. Or two.
Well, they can’t all be winners. Seriously though, this week’s Dustinland was something I drew up a while ago when I was in Milwaukee. I was there for a wedding, and I had one night in the hotel room all by myself. So I grabbed a six pack and some chips at the gas station down the block, ordered a bowl of chili, and sat in bed watching cable and drawing drunken comics. Sorry I mentioned farts twice, but you know, after a few beers you lose track of things. I do really think the thing about the Weather Channel using softcore porn music is dead on. You know, not so much porn but Skinemax – the stuff you used to watch when you were a kid sleeping over at a friend’s house.
This week’s Dustinland is sad but true. A few months ago, many of us were preparing arguments to ensure big enough raises, and saying things like, “If they don’t give me at least 10% I am outta here!” But now that the economy is in the pooper, those days are long gone. Now the same people who got mad at rumors of smaller bonuses are just glad to have jobs. And when you see the person in the next cubicle packing their things into a cardboard box, well, the next time you have to stay a few hours late after work, suddenly you’re not griping like you used to. Well, at least Obama won, and hopefully that means this thing will turn around sooner rather than later – or never.