Happy New Year everyone! This final Dustinland comic of 2015 highlights what’s in store for all the parents of small children out there – and it’s not a late night of dining, dancing and drinking.
Enjoy and thanks for the support! See you all in 2016!
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The holiday season has officially begun, and I already picked out my Christmas tree, one week earlier than I normally do. And that’s what inspired this week’s Dustinland comic. The happiness generated by my new tree reminded me of the time way back, depressingly over a decade ago, when I bought my own secret private tree that I spitefully hid from my roommates. And don’t get me wrong, we were all on very good terms before and after that. I just got pissed off and reacted in the heat of the moment, and then decided to go with it as some sort of weird sort of funny lesson. I doubt anyone learned anything from it, besides me, and all I learned was how to put a Christmas tree using a crappy $5 metal base (it ain’t easy).
Anyway, I do love the holiday season. As I said in another comic a year or two ago, one nice thing about having kids is that it brings some fun back into the season. Sure, it’s always pretty and nice and cozy, and there’s that whole thing where there are actually several days when you don’t have to work, but overall, as you get older, it starts to lose its magic. But you become a parent and suddenly Santa is back in the picture and things are exciting again. See, there you go, some positivity, right after I bah humbugged and somehow manage to turn the act of buying a Christmas tree into something spiteful. Now that takes talent, no?
As evident in this week’s Dustinland comic, The 12 Days of Christmas has some really weird lyrics. I’m sure there’s some historical significance of each line… I guess… I mean, even in the Downton Abbey era I still don’t understand the idea of giving someone 11 leaping lords. First of all, why 11? Seems like overkill. Second, what does that mean? Just dudes who jump? I guess they’re lords… I mean, you must be pretty powerful if you can not only get 11 lords to jump at your behest, but then you can GIVE them to someone. And then what? I own them now? Thanks… lords… just what I needed. How is that going to work in a 2-bedroom apartment in Queens? I guess that’s my problem now.
Good times! Happy holidays everyone!
Yup, not much more to say about Father’s Day than I already said here in this comic. It is definitely weird being on the other side of a holiday you’ve celebrated so many times. And you know what, if someone gave me a really nice tie, I probably would appreciate it. Really though, I think it will be nice to have another day besides my birthday where it’s in my honor. Although, it gets weird with the layers of parents. You know, I’m a dad, but I have a dad, and my wife has a dad, so that’s three dads to celebrate on the same day. I can only imagine what happens when great grandparents are around too.
Dads. High five.
Last week, before I drew this comic, my mom called me, and we had this conversation:
MOM: Are you going to do a holiday comic next week?
DUSTIN: I think so.
MOM: Is it going to be positive?
DUSTIN: Probably not.
I was going to draw a comic called “The tree of spite,” which I have been planning for years. But, I think it will have to wait at least another year, because I decided to go the happy route instead (well, as happy as my comics can get). I really do try and enjoy the holidays. Christmas, Chanukah, Hanukah, Hristmas… it’s just nice to be festive.
So happy holidays, and yes, that really is my awesome fake fireplace!
I hope people don’t take this week’s Dustinland the wrong way – even though I’m sure they will. Hey, I see why people get excited about St. Patrick’s Day. And I’m sure for some of you, it winds up being a good ol time. But man, it really brings out the worst in so many people. You just see throngs of idiots filling the streets, dressed in green, puking. It’s like the worst of college life takes over every bar in the world for one day. I bet in Ireland it’s different. I say that based on nothing but the perception that in the U.S., we are the masters of dumbing things down, taking away any and all cultural significance, and commercializing them as much as possible.
This week’s Dustinland isn‘t the most joyous holiday celebration, but you know what: I think it’s pretty awesome. And it makes you think of the lyrics to Santa Claus Is Coming To Town in a completely different light. Here they are, with just a teeny bit of editing.
You better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout. He’s making his list. He’s checking it twice. Gonna find out who’s naughty and nice. He’s sees you when you’re sleeping. He knows when you’re awake. He knows if you’ve been bad or good.
Man, that is pretty damn creepy. Either that or Santa Claus is just a big metaphor for a vengeful God in this song.
Anyway, sorry to depress you with such a holiday downer of a strip, but I think if you can laugh at a situation, you’ll be able to deal with it better. I once read this quote in a really shitty new age book: “I’d rather be a humorous fool than a serious jackass.” So put that in your pipe and smoke it. If you can afford a pipe these days.