This week’s new Dustinland comic is a quick in and out. One panel. One zinger. It’s very New Yorkery. I usually don’t write this way but every once in a while I do. And then people say “you should send this to the New Yorker, you should get this published, you should do XYZ.” All very nice comments that mean well, but would require me to put in effort and engage with other humans in a way that would involve submitting my art for judgement, and those are all things I dislike. I like creating. I like sharing my work. The business of that is something I don’t enjoy.
But oh yeah, the comic. It’s about being depressed. But it’s like, a totally hilarious take on it. Just a quick little zinger, a sharp little jab, a tiny barb. Maybe I should submit it to The New Yorker.
My 1001th Dustinland comic is about my child frustrating me around bedtime, and features Stephen Hawking’s ghost. Not too much to add to this one — the kids are just amazing at stalling when it comes to staying up an extra minute, or hour. Sleep is just the enemy to them, which is funny, because when you grow up, it’s the best thing ever.
This week’s new Dustinland comic is a totally true story about my recent trip to America’s oldest pet cemetery, and there’s not much more I can say to explain it than what’s in the strip — although I do have lots more photos I may soon share.
You may be wondering why I went there on a bright summer’s day. Well, I googled “secret Westchester” (I live in Westchester) and I found a list, and amid all the quiet little gardens and weird ancient businesses was this cemetery, and the photos were so interesting and unexpected, I had to grab my camera and give it a little visit. It really was nice to see. And I was maybe the only visitor. There were some grounds people there, and possibly one couple I saw in the distance. But that’s it. Many of these graves were over 50 years old. Can’t imagine someone is going to visit grandpa’s dog, right? That’s a whole weird thing in itself that I didn’t even mention in the comic. Maybe I’ll have to do a sequel.
This week’s new Dustinland comic is about the recent news on UFOs and how they may or may not be real, possibly aliens visiting Earth, or not. Seems like this should be huge news, but also seems like there’s no real proof here, and that even if there was, no one would care. I guess things are just that messed up on our planet, that even news of other intelligent beings sneaking around and spying on us just adds up to another big “meh.”
This week’s Dustinland comic is a true story in honor of Pride Month. You know, it’s weird because the point of the comic is to say that you shouldn’t always make everything about you, but yet of course it’s a story… about me. But that’s how I live life — through my own eyes. So yes, it’s a bit backwards, but hopefully you still get the point.
This week’s new Dustinland comic is sort of a bummer, but I had a long weekend away and only wanted to post up a one panel strip since I just didn’t have the time to throw up a normal one. And I have a ton of ideas lying around — some of them don’t deserve their own multi-panel strips. So once in a while I do a quick Far Side length strip, if you will, and this is one of them, and it just happens to be sort of depressing. But you know, the truth hurts. Don’t blame me.
This week’s new Dustinland comic is about how I’m not really excited about the return of polite chit chat. I am super excited about the return of something resembling normal life, though. It’s just the whole… running into someone you kinda know but not really and then you have to talk about some mundane shit, and neither of you care, and it’s just a dumb game. I forgot how much this annoyed me because it was missing from my life for so long, but now it’s back, and it’s even more awkward than ever before because everyone has been shut inside for a year and no one knows how to be a human anymore.
I guess we can all use a little Larry David in our lives after 2020. And we’re about to get it.
I can’t believe it. I really can’t. In fact I did a whole new Dustinland comic on it, but I decided to run this one instead because I became more fascinated with the first frame of that one, and turned that into this comic.
Man, I guess if it were ever high time for a change, it would be these days.
This week’s new Dustinland comic is sort of a collection of one-off zingers I’ve had lying around for a while. I’ve been pretty busy — and the comic I did reallllly want to write was too work-related for my current state of being — so I was able to quickly turn this one around while finding a place for a few word-related gags I am a fan of. Honestly I would just love to do the fourth panel as an entire strip and just go on and on forever. That’s why one of my favorite Portlandia sketches was the one where they ran a business that only existed to make up puns names for other businesses. I think that really would be my dream job.
I pretty much say it all in this week’s new Dustinland comic. I took a five-day mini “vacation” last week, which basically entailed staying in an Airbnb and playing Minecraft and Legos with my son. But we did go to a little farm and hike with some goats, which was weird, wonderful, hilarious and many other adjectives. You should try it sometime. Especially with fat goats.