This week’s update (not Dustinland) all started from a link I saw on Reddit. It was a link to the funniest video ever posted online — an infomercial for a music festival that just went down this weekend in Illinois. When I first clicked on it, I said to myself: There’s no way I’m going to watch 14 minutes of this. I’m going to tune out after the first 30 seconds. Well, not only did I watch the entire thing, but I have watched it many times, and sent it to many of my friends. Why? Because it’s amazing, as you can see if you spent the time to watch it and read along with my guide.
I figure most people won’t bother to go through the whole thing, but I just had to get it out of my system. And yes, I know Paste Magazine did something similar but I did not read their version and any similarities are due to like-minded thinking.
I really don’t know what else to say about this, aside from the fact that I could probably have created a 100-page comic on it, and that I wonder if I’ll get hatemail from their “insane” fans.
On another note, Birdy is terribly drawn this week, but only because it was so incredibly hot in my apartment that the paper was literally sticking to my hand as I drew, makgin it difficult and unpleasant to draw.
Don’t think the irony of this comic escapes me. Here I am, blogging about a webcomic I promoted via email, Facebook and Twitter, and yet the comic is critical of the internet. What a hypocrite, right? Well, let me tell you why I drew this comic.
The other night I was on Goodreads.com, a site where you can rate all the books you’ve read and see what your friends have read and are reading, and I realized something: Someone could hop online, browse around, and (without ever reading a single one of my comics) find out everything about me. All the books I’ve read, all the movies I’ve seen, the TV shows I’ve watched, the music I listen to, all the people I know. And I put this stuff out there, and seem to enjoy doing it. But why? Why is there pleasure derived from organizing and categorizing everything? Sometimes I’ll sit down at my computer and organize my iTunes playlists for two hours. It seems like fun at the time, but when I’m done, my back hurts, and I’m not really in a great mood. Or a bad mood. I’m just kinda… there. And yet I’m drawn to this sort of thing. Yay, I just rated every book I’ve ever read! Whoopee! Why is it fun? Why do I do it?
And that’s what this strip is about. It was a reminder to myself that an hour living life is a million times better than an hour spent recording it.
It’s funny — it seems like everyone from Gen X on down in terms of age gets the web. But the older generation is still catching up. That’s why young people can march into many a corporate office and just throw down some hip interactive lingo and get hired just like that. Why, just basic knowledge of programs like Flash and Dreamweaver can have people calling you a genius. Man, I wish I could go back in time and learn me some more internet.
Oh I guess I should put a link to this week’s Dustinland, this that’s what I’m talking about here.