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This week’s new Dustinland comic is a depressing look at how shitty America has become. I wonder if we can ever fix this? Hard to say. Even if we get rid of the losers causing all this suffering, I think we have done irreparable damage to the nation in the eyes of the world. That being said, if we survive it and come out on top, it’s a good lesson for the world. You can’t sleep on evil. It never goes away, and as for America being the world police, well… who watches the watchmen?
In this week’s Dustinland comic I pretty much spell out my full opinion on the beer pong video game. this might be really old news that all the late night talk shows covered when they came out a year or two ago, but it’s new to me so hey, here’s a comic.
When I was in college and first started drawing Dustinland, I was pretty critical of Greek life. I bring this up because while beer pong is not exclusively a frat activity, it’s certainly close. Either way, I was known for being a sort of anti-frat/sorority voice on campus, which I guess was more or less true. Not that I wasn’t critical of many other things but I did enjoy using Greek life as a target, mostly for obvious reasons. But as I got older, I sort of slowed down on this sort of humor. I know some dudes who are ex frat boys and they’re pretty nice guys. Hey, I even dated a sorority girl once, although we dated before she pledged so that only half counts. I guess what I’m saying is that as you get older, you realize the world is just not so black and white. And like David Foster Wallace says, you start to give people the benefit of the doubt more. Or you just watch a lot of FOX News and get super angry. But yes, I chose the calmer path. So sorry frat friends and beer pongers if I offended you. I can see how this game could be fun, I guess. I just sort of hate it personally. But hey, to each his own. Except in my comics.
Drinking and dadding (or momming). I don’t encourage it, but man, just a beer, just a glass of wine… sometimes you need it. Like I say in this week’s Dustinland comic, I never get wasted anymore—it’s just not possible these days. And that’s good, because as a parent, you probably shouldn’t be tanked around your kids. Anyway, I don’t think I can say more than I already did in the comic, and I feel like most parents are probably in the same situation I am. Oh how the days of partying are way behind us, only to be replaced by a tired one-beer Wednesday. Or maybe two.
Oh by the way, I relaunched an old Tumblr site I had going a while back as a Birdy side project. You know, since Tumblr is sort of the most important thing right now, figured I’d have some sort of presence beyond my four year old hipster comic.
This week’s Dustinland comic was based on very true events. Just last week I was having lunch at a bar/restaurant in NYC (Walker’s — great burgers), talking about potty training and other lame dad stuff, when this waitress overheard part of our conversation out of context and totally called us out—she even dropped an F bomb on us. She was a little more fun-loving and sarcastic than the waitress in the strip, but she really did make that exact comment. And the best part is that once we told her the truth, later she came back and made fun of us for that! I asked for the check and she asked me if it was nap time. Man, first I get it for being an asshole, then I get it for being a pussy.
At least the burger was good.
P.S. Really though, she was a good waitress. I like a little sass. It fits the old school character of an old school bar.
Yes, I’m 35 now. Of course I hate drinking games. Well, maybe not of course, but yes, I hate them. Always have. As I said in this week’s Dustinland comic. There’s just something stupid about them. Why? Who cares? Why do I need to play a game to have a beer? Can’t we just chill out and have fun. Talk. Listen to music. Just… do stuff. I mean, that’s the whole point of drinking and drugs. They make other things way more fun.
I guess drinking games have probably gotten some people laid, so that’s good—at least, when they didn’t regret it. Aside from that, come on. Put down the ping pong ball. Grow up.