This new Dustinland comic is about my upcoming 40th birthday, which I am totally not freaking out about. For realz.
You know, I already had two major life changes. 1. Becoming a parent. That one is an obvious one. 2. Becoming someone’s boss. That might be a bit surprising, but for me personally, I did feel like that was a major turning point for me — a sort of, “okay, no way to pretend I’m still a kid.” 40, you know, it’s significant, but I feel like I have already been in this stage for a while now, so it’s just a number to me.
But a fun number! A number worth celebrating. You know, after 30, birthdays just don’t seem to matter so might as well at least enjoy it every 10 years. So yay me. And after this, I’ll see you at 50.
If you noticed that oops, I did it again, you were probably wondering how I broke my arm this time (actually last time it was my hand). Well, here’s your answer. Short, quick, and painful. Although now I’m actually feeling okay, thanks for asking.
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This week’s new Dustinland comic was not drawn, but instead built from Legos and photographed. It was fun, I have to say. A nice change of pace. But I’m still eager to have my drawing hand back. I wonder how long I’ll have this cast on, and what I’ll do next week for my comic. Legos again? We’ll have to see…
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Yeah… I mean, as this week’s Dustinland comic shows, it’s hard to sleep sometimes. Damn brain. Shut up! Shut up, brain! Perhaps some of this is due to my health habits of not working out ever, not meditating, etc… I should do some of that stuff. Also beer, coffee… all the things that make life fun… I dunno. I actually do everything in moderation but sometimes it feels like even that is too much.
Blech. I blame Trump.
This new Dustinland comic is not so much about my new book (which you can now buy here at Amazon!) but rather inspired by it. It’s about the thought process behind it, and the hopes, fears, dreams, and paranoia brought on from discussing it with people in the real world. So really it’s more about success, as an artist and as a human.
It’s a topic I’ve touched on before and probably will again, but I felt that this 20-year milestone was the right time to dive into it.
Also, I was inspired by my trip last night to the Society of Illustrators for a goodbye party for MAD Magazine, as they are moving from their classic NYC home out to the west coast to join the rest of their DC Comics companions/overlords. As an occasional contributor, it was an honor to be among great like Al Jaffee, Tom Bunk, Hermann Mejia and basically a huge room full of some of the world’s best cartoonists. I’d like to thank all the awesome MAD editors and staffers (especially Jonathan Bresman and Ryan Flanders), who were so kind to me over the years, and who brought me into this amazing family of talented artists and creators. It’s a bummer to see the gang split up and such a NY institution leave town, but hey, the times they are a changin.
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I’ll make it short: I’m coming out with a book. A compilation. Best of 20 years. Trying to get it out before 2017 is over so…
Back to work!
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As I say in this week’s Dustinland comic, I’ve recently sprouted two strange arm hairs. They are all tough and black and bristly and I don’t enjoy them. I can’t imagine what they are or what purpose they could serve. In fact, I don’t think arm hair in general can serve much of a purpose at this point. I imagine they’re some sort of leftover from an earlier point in our evolution from ape thing to man. Because they certainly aren’t keeping me any warmer when it’s 18 degrees out in New York in February.
I tried to Google my way to an explanation but couldn’t find anything. I guess it’s like that Louis CK bit where he asked the doctor why his leg hurt and the doctor said “You’re old and your leg is just shitty.” You get older, weird stuff happens. Welcome black arm hairs. Let’s hope you stay as a couple and don’t invite any friends over for a party.
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