This week’s new Dustinland comic is about sports and our obsession with using them as a way to measure societal worth. I’m sure there are books written about this, probably saying sports are a substitute for ancient wars games, they’re in our DNA, we’re like orangutans tussling for dominance within our jungle groups… and maybe that’s all true. But either way, it’s an interesting topic, especially in the way that even when you’re aware of how silly this can be, you still fall for it.
Also, Noam Chomsky. Also, Tom Wolfe hated Noam Chomsky.
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So in this week’s Dustinland, I mention Fred Durst in the last panel. Just to clear this up, I am not happy someone is comparing me to Fred Durst because I like or respect him in any way. Because his band was one of the worst of all time for many reasons, beyond just the music. Basically, I was saying I didn’t feel very manly through the whole comic, and then I talk about this time a gay dude said I was not just straight, but VERY straight – as straight as Fred Durst, who at the time was a good example of stupid macho male bullshit. You know, “HEY BRO, FUCK YEAH!” That kinda thing.
As for being manly though, really, who cares. I’m fine the way I am. I’m just a skinny dude from the city. I live my life, I go to work, come home, draw mildly funny comics on occasion. Sure, it would be nice to have 20-inch pythons and be able to kill a stag with a bow and arrow, but hey, whatever. The dude abides.
Well, I just had a few beers and it’s the 4th of July so I can’t really write anymore without sounding even dumber. Merry Christmas!