Monthly Archives: August 2015

Tellin It Like It Is

Like I say in this week’s political Dustinland comic, it’s so easy to just tell people what they already believe. Orwell said it in 1984. It’s also known as pandering, as I said in this old comic published in MAD Magazine, but current Republicans seem to have a nice grip on a pseudo populist version of pandering that appeals to our laziest and most selfish of urges. Why sacrifice? Why learn about things? It’s not really complicated. It’s SIMPLE. The answers are easy. The way to run things in a way where everyone wins and no one has to really change anything about they way they live is right in front of us. Hey man, that’s an appealing message. I’d love to follow it—if it wasn’t complete fantasy BS.

As for Trump, I love him. Because he’s blowing up the Republican party. It’s hilarious. During debates you just see Jeb Bush and Rand Paul fuming. Especially Paul. He’s like, ” I was supposed to be the crazy anti government one breaking all the rules and thinking outside the box!” Then Trump came in and made him seem like a boring seven-term senator from South Dakota. It’s all very entertaining—and not too scary. I would be more scared if Deez Nuts didn’t have comparable poll numbers. And at least the guy is even giving hedge fund managers shit. Man, he really is the ultimate troll.

Blizzeards

This week’s Dustinland comic is about how everyone has a huge beard these days, and how that’s awesome. I’m definitely a fan. I myself cannot grow a full on caveman beard but I do have a goatee. Would I grow a beard if I could? I would at the very least try it. Why not? Beards are awesome. I mean, compare this trend to the whole metrosexual thing. I’d rather hang out with a bunch of lumberjack looking dudes than some guys who look like Ryan Seacrest. No offense to Seacrest, I mean, he could be a super cool dude. I’m just saying, he’s no Brian Wilson (the pitcher, not the Beach Boy [well either, really]).

Off Color

This week’s comic is not really a comic. Just a drawing. Sunday night I just wasn’t in the mood to espouse about anything, probably because I was hungover after a night out with some dudes (and dads) seeing High On Fire and Pallbearer (metal—lots of metal). But I did feel like drawing. So this is really just an exploration of color and mood. I figured I’d try drawing something intense and coloring it in cool blues, then draw something mellow and color it in firey reds. It’s interesting, if you’re into that sort of thing. It would be fun to really go to town on something like this and make it super detailed but I think my days of super detailed art are behind me at this stage in life. I mean, it’s hard to ever believe I had that kind of time. That would be my advice to young people. If you have a hobby, totally commit. Because you’ll have less and less time over the years to spend on it. Maybe one day when you’re old you can come back to it but that’s different.

Babies Are Drunk, Toddlers Are High

I’ve had the idea that babies are drunk for quite some time. It’s pretty obvious. They waddle around clutching a bottle, they babble, drool, fall over. They’re wasted. But the stoner thing featured in this week’s Dustinland comic was a recent thought. I could honestly do a whole blog just dedicated to viewing toddlers are stoners. All their weird tastes, the things they say, the scenarios they imagine, their explanations for things, the questions they ask—it’s like hanging out with a bunch of college hippie bongo players. And hey, that’s pretty awesome because hippies are funny. Sure, you don’t want to count on one to not lose their boot at a Waffle House in the middle of Tennessee, causing you to drive around from exit to exit in the middle of the night on the way back from Bonnaroo (true story) but you wouldn’t want to count on a baby to drive you home either.

Kids Are Awesome

I know I complain about parenthood a lot, but mostly because it’s funnier to whine than it is to say how awesome your life is. Don’t get me wrong—kids really are a huge pain in the ass. But mostly they’re pretty great. As in the example featured in this week’s Dustinland comic. These are the weird little moments that happen all the time—and this really did happen, exactly as I depicted it. I have no idea where “boobs” came from. It had nothing to do with what we were watching. We weren’t talking about boobs recently. It just popped out of his mouth from nowhere. And that… is hilarious.

High five kiddo.