I really did enjoy the little week long vacation I talk about in this week’s Dustinland comic, but no one wants to read a comic called “I Just Had A Really Nice Vacation.” It wasn’t easy though…
We rented a little house in the Catskills. Unfortunately we rented it way back when, before our little guy was running around like a madman all day. And this place did not have any outdoor space. And it was on a cliff. That means every day we had to plan some outdoor activities or risk being driven insane by a one-year-old with cabin fever. Of course, nothing was walkable, since we were on our own little mountain side, and my kid cries prettttty much every time he gets in the car, and has to be wrestled into the cars eat. So that’s at least two drives a day full of crying, unless I sit in the back seat and sing songs or make stupid faces for 20 minutes. And then you also have to plan every day around a midday nap—sadly for him, not me. So really you have to split the day in two, divided by time at home or a lengthy car ride.
But you know, aside from that, it was fun. Hiking with the kiddo in one of those fancy hiking backpacks, drinking every night the moment he went to sleep (or maybe four hours before that), you know, good times. It’s just not… vacation. You can’t relax. Your brain can relax from thinking about work, but YOU can’t relax. Eh, I’ll still take fakation over no vacation. 100 years ago “vacation” wasn’t even invented yet so I’ll quit my whining (for this week).
There’s a lot of the subway sweaty butt seat thing I talk about in this week’s comic going on right now in New York, but I must say, it is not a phenomenon exclusive to summer. You see it all year long. And sweat is not really the right word. When you hear “sweat” you think actually liquid that can drip and form puddles. Really though, it’s more like what happens when you breathe on a window and it fogs up. I guess it’s just asses breathing. Asses, thighs and backs, that is. Ass breath is something completely different.
Yup, I’m really going highbrow this week.
A note on this comic: My dad was never the typical Homer Simpson type lazy dad, and neither am I, but still, the older I get, the more I see why these cliches exist. As a dad, you just start to feel overwhelmed at times. It’s just a never-ending list of responsibilities and chores. And yes, it’s totally worth it, but man, sometimes you just don’t want to do anything. You just want the wife and kids to be happy, and then you want to take a nap.
Okay, so this comic is not nearly as good as I wanted it to be, and here’s why: I have be planning this thing for months and months, but I have never had the time to fully devote to it. If I could, I would have made this comic a complete epic, way longer, more conceptual, better drawn. But I can’t because I’m a dad with a job. However, this has been weighing on me, and after Obama’s speech, I figured now, in the middle of the steamy hot summer, it would be the right time to launch into this tirade on global warming.
Why all the cursing? Well, I don’t know how else to get people to pay attention to this issue. It seemed to work for that parody kids book, “Go The Fuck To Sleep,” so why not try a comic called “Wake The Fuck Up.” Hey, there’s even that Facebook group, Give A Shit About Nature. Things are getting so dire, there’s no more time to pussyfoot around the issues, so here it is. Care. Give a shit. Or we’re fucked.
I won’t reiterate any of the points I made in the comic here, but I will say that if you care about global warming and the future of mankind—and you and your loved ones—go to 350.org. It’s probably the best climate change movement out there right now. I’ve been to their events and they are amazing and inspiring and only getting better. Yes, even their founder, Bill McKibben, admits we are probably doomed, but hey, you gotta fight the fight, because giving up is just pathetic. Fucking pathetic.