This Dustinland was inspired by a rare viewing of cable news I was subjected to the other day. I actually don’t even have cable, which is great because it’s evil on the most part, but that’s another topic.
When I watch cable news networks, I feel like I am being yelled at and bombarded. I don’t understand why people put themselves through this. Nothing is fun about it. Even when they’re talking politics and you agree with the pundits, it’s still not fun. It’s stressful and awful. I like me some BBC or PBS news where it’s more like someone calmly telling me what is happening, rather than trying to freak me out and get a reaction out of me, or even worse, telling me what that reaction should be.
Anyway, I know this isn’t the freshest topic but it hit me the other day so there you have it.
So this week’s Dustinland really did happen. Not the slapping part, but the girl on the elevator. I would like to emphasize that in addition to nothing being spilled beyond a few drops – none of which landed on any clothing to my knowledge – this all took place around 9:00 am. So this was first thing in the morning, and I hadn’t spoken one word to anyone all day, besides maybe a whispered goodbye to my wife. And, hey, it’s hard to get those first few words out when you’re still all groggy. I think an audible whoops was pretty good, considering the situation. Now, perhaps the girl in question (I have never seen her before or since the ass-calling incident) had a horrible morning commute and was extra grumpy because of it, although I find that hard to believe since we were in the office at 9:00. Anyway, regardless of all this, it’s pretty clear she had no right to call me an ass, even if I should have said sorry instead of whoops. Thankfully I held back the “Go fuck yourself” that popped into my mind, in order to avoid another awkward incident like the one I got into at my old job where I wound up in a cursing match with two security guards.
I just did some illustrations for a feature on Nextmovie, “The movie site for the next generation.” The feature is called How to Reinvent Yourself at College (Via Movies) and it was written by my buddy Jay Newman. Check it out here!
Ugh, this week’s comic is such a bummer. And so long. So many words. Why? Why do I do this? Actually, it’s just to get it out of my head, onto paper, and into the world. Then, in a sense, I’m just a little bit freer of it. It doesn’t really make much sense but I think a lot of people view life that way. You know, art is therapy to some degree. So, sorry if you had to sit through a DustinTherapyLand this week, but hey, I have anxiety about some serious issues. What can I do? I probably shouldn’t read so many depressing articles online.
Anyway, here is a picture of a horse.
I think this week’s Dustinland is not as cut and dry as it seems, since we’ve all been in each of the categories at some point in our lives. Sure, overall I think I’m a pretty moderate drinker, and I can’t even remember the last time I got WASTED (and by that I mean either pukey or incredibly hungover). But I know what it’s like to roll into work still feeling the affects of last night’s partying. I know what it’s like to treat myself with a little weeknight wine. And of course, I’ve been drunk off my ass, acting stupid and then paying the price the next day (and by the way, my hangover cure involves eating greasy food, even if it’s the last thing in the world I feel like ingesting [go for bacon, egg and cheese the next morning]). Hey, I’ve even been the guy at the bar who isn’t drinking.
I’m not really sure where I’m going with this, because in reality, some people can handle drinking, some people can’t. Some of us know when to stop, some of us don’t. Some people even let drinking get to the point where it causes serious problems in their lives. All I know is that I likes me a cold beer or a nice smokey scotch after a tough day, and I don’t think that will ever go away.