Clearly this week’s comic was a quick little take on national stereotypes. I would like to point out that I did not go the nazi route with Germany. Too easy. And you know, I mean, if I was German, I’d be pretty tired of hearing about it. Talk about guilt trips people. A little genocide and no one will ever let you move on with your life.
But seriously folks, Nigeria was tough too. I drew a zebra because I know they have those in Africa. Nigeria… I know they have oil. That’s about it. So I went zebra.
Chile, they have wine and Patagonia. So I went wine. Uruguay and Argentina have meat, so there’s that. There’s a joke in Costa Rica when a pelican flies by, they say “hey, there goes our air force.” So, yeah. Tah dah. GOOOOOOOOOAL.
Ironically I am writing this post as my kid freaks out. He is hysterical right now because he doesn’t want to take a nap. I actually don’t care if he naps or not, but if he doesn’t nap, he will be insane later, so it’s better for everyone if he sleeps a little bit now.
But anyway, as per this week’s Dustinland comic, kids are crazy and illogical and drive you nuts. Good times. My kid loves drawing right now but he’s too young to be able to draw anything, so usually he just scribbles and says he drew a donkey or something like that. I try not to outdraw him too much because I don’t want to make him feel bad. So far it’s been pretty successful. Usually I just ask him what I should draw. I am always amazed by the randomness of his requests. “Draw a tractor.” “Draw a strawberry.” Never any connection to what we are or were doing. It’s pretty great.
He’s crying right now so I can’t really focus, so yeah, I guess I’ll stop writing this post right now.
In terms of this week’s Dustinland comic… well, I always used to wonder why my dad didn’t care much about Father’s Day. Now I get it.
Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there! Enjoy it — if you’re allowed to!
After this week’s comic, I think I’ve sort of accepted it: I like drawing dad comics. I can’t help it. I draw from my life—literally. And these days my life is being a dad. That and work, pretty much, and I can’t draw comics about that. Trust me, I would LOVE to in many ways, but anything worth saying can’t be said until I retire. I used to write all about sex and dating and bars and partying and all that fun stuff, but at this point, when I go down that route I just sound like some old fuddy duddy lecturing people. So yes, expect a lot more dad comics in the future. Not ONLY dad comics, but a greater percentage, as I come to realize that it makes me happy to draw them.
As for this week’s comic, I think it excellently illustrates the frustration brought on by a two-year-old’s non-logic. That’s really when I start to lose it. The yes-nos. And this comic, it’s pretty much exactly what happened, just with less crying (him, not me). But you know, when they’re not making you want to smush your own face in, they are really cute and wonderful. Hell, even when they’re being dicks they’re still pretty great. That’s how they win. Every. Time.
This week’s Dustinland comic is based off the whole silliness of kids and “boo-boos.” I love how one second they are crying and freaking out, and then within one second of getting a kiss—or even an air kiss—they are fine and happy again. It’s such a weird fun little game. It’s too bad real life isn’t that simple. Hence the comic!
And by the way, just for the record, I am not trying to make fun of soldiers who have lost limbs or anything like that, so please, don’t take this the wrong way if you are or know someone who this happened to, and my apologies if I offended you. Pretty much every comic I create has the potential to offend someone. But for some reason this particular instance made me feel a wee bit uncomfortable, so I guess this paragraph of my rarely read blog acts as a nice way to escape feeling bad about it. Total cop out I know but hey, at least I’m aware of it.
Really though I like the way I drew panel 2. It’s got a nice Sin City feel to it.