Tag Archives: summer

The Return of Small Talk

This week’s new Dustinland comic is about how I’m not really excited about the return of polite chit chat. I am super excited about the return of something resembling normal life, though. It’s just the whole… running into someone you kinda know but not really and then you have to talk about some mundane shit, and neither of you care, and it’s just a dumb game. I forgot how much this annoyed me because it was missing from my life for so long, but now it’s back, and it’s even more awkward than ever before because everyone has been shut inside for a year and no one knows how to be a human anymore.

I guess we can all use a little Larry David in our lives after 2020. And we’re about to get it.

1 Crazy Summer

This week’s new Dustinland comic is not really a guide to staying sane this summer, but rather a way to vent about how incredibly boring and frustrating it is to stay home with your family for weeks during 90-degree heat. There really is just nothing to do, and the days of “yay let’s do a puzzle” are far behind us. But while I complain in the strip in what I hope is a wacky relatable way you’ll all appreciate and share with your friends on your 78 social media accounts, in reality, I do try to have little things — little routines with kiddo especially — that keep things interesting and keep us from going nuts. My favorite is our weekly “snack attack”, where we go to 7-11 or CVS and I simply let my 8-year-old son buy whatever he wants. It’s good times — although it does result in what I mention in #2 of this week’s strip. Oh well, gotta give ourselves a break this year!

Subway Sweats

There’s a lot of the subway sweaty butt seat thing I talk about in this week’s comic going on right now in New York, but I must say, it is not a phenomenon exclusive to summer. You see it all year long. And sweat is not really the right word. When you hear “sweat” you think actually liquid that can drip and form puddles. Really though, it’s more like what happens when you breathe on a window and it fogs up. I guess it’s just asses breathing. Asses, thighs and backs, that is. Ass breath is something completely different.

Yup, I’m really going highbrow this week.