Monthly Archives: November 2015

Infinite Mess

Yeah, like I say in this week’s Dustinland comic, kids are messy. But that’s a give, and the strip isn’t really about that. The strip is about parental reactions to the mess. There are so many levels. You can give in and sacrifice your home to their toys and clutter. You can be a tyrant and force them to be as minimal as you are in your belongings. You can shove all their crap into a basement toy zone. But either way, you have to deal with it, and that requires some sort of decision or strategy, whether conscious or not.

Oh and in unrelated news, Birdy is back (at least temporarily).

Late Again

Like I say in this week’s Dustinland comic, I have it better than so many people, in terms of the amount of time I spend with my son. But it is crazy that no matter how far society progresses, we seem to figure out ways to work longer hours and be away from our families more. Maybe it’s just an American thing. It’s definitely a New York thing. And usually an advertising thing. Bad combo I guess.

Well, they say if you can hack it here at this pace, anything after will be easy. But the thing is, once your kid gets older, they just want to hang out with their friends. There’s no more “dada come play with me.” Just “dad can I have some money, thanks bye.” So to miss these early years in exchange for those later ones… not a great deal. Frankly it’s best to be there for all of the years, so even debating this is sad and frustrating.

It’s just a pressure. A brutal endless pressure. Either way you feel like you’re neglecting something. Work or family. And you can’t really choose one, because they’re both so tied to each other. Man. I don’t know. I really don’t.

The Cycle Of Terror

This week’s Dustinland comic was obviously inspired by the recent events in Paris. So depressing. Really seems like there’s no solution. There’s just a brainwashing machine out there churning out people with no regards to their own lives, and how can you defeat that? One deranged person with a gun or a bomb can do a hell of a lot of damage. I guess on the bright side, we’re talking relatively small numbers of people killed if you want to compare stats to full on warfare where you have thousands upon thousands of people dying rather than hundreds. But it’s the way terrorism works that’s so awful. It’s one thing to die when you’re a soldier headed to battle. It’s worse dying huddled in your basement as bombs drop overhead. But to die while you’re having dinner or seeing a concert. It’s so random and unexpected and ridiculous — it’s so meaningless and seemingly unpreventable that it really inspires despair.

What’s the solution? I can’t even imagine. It’s just so easy for a small few on both “sides” to profit off of death and destruction coupled with pride and ignorance. It’s been happening since the dawn of human civilization and it will probably keep happening for many years to come.

Daylight Saved

I’ve been so tired from a week of messed up daylight savings time, I’m posting my latest Dustinland comic 24 hours late for the second week in a row! Now, daylight savings doesn’t bother me, but like I say in the comic, it doesn’t even exist to my three-year-old. And THAT’S a problem. Because he used to wake up around 7:00, and now that has become 6:00. Big difference. Oh, me so sleepy. Me nap-nap long time.

Meet The Mets Fan

Man, as I said in this week’s Dustinland, I really thought the Mets had it this year. After a shitty first half they had such an amazing second half, ended on a bright note, then had a killer first two rounds of the postseason. Things were so magical — how did KC just stop us dead in our tracks?! I guess they had their own magic that beat ours. Kind of like a game of Magic The Gathering except not.

Man, losing all the time SUCKS. What a downer. I’m so tired of expecting to lose. I don’t know how Cubs fans deal with it. Or how Boston did. I guess that’s what made Boston’s first World Series in a zillion years so fulfilling. But I mean, I really don’t want to wait decades. I think since 1986 is more than enough. Especially in a town like NYC where there’s another team—one that wins every other year and spends twice what the Mets does, since they’re not bankrupt and we are. Damnit. I could go on all night but it’s too late. Stupid sports.