This week’s new Dustinland comic is just a quick little zinger, straight from the mouth of my child to your ears and eyes. Ah kids, you know, it’s the honesty that really makes it all so entertaining. I don’t even remember the guy he’s talking about in this comic, and that’s probably a good thing because then I would just feel guilty.
Also, if you notice the size of this comic… very small. Perfect for mobile. We’ll see if people enjoy this bite-sized phone edition more than the usual six-panel rant.
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I drew this new Dustinland comic lefty since my right hand is broken. But man, physical therapy is not fun. Ouch.
Oops. Guess this is as close as I’ll be getting to a comic anytime soon.
Technically it’s a fracture of one of the smaller bones but it definitely doesn’t feel good.
High five (lefty only).
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.