I know this week’s new Dustinland comic can come off sort of first world problems / mo money, mo problems, but that’s how I feel. It’s like at every moment my job is to appease one person or several people, possibly with competing demands, and there is no end and no way to make everyone happy. And forget about what I want. Although you can say ostensibly that in doing what I want in the bigger scheme of things, I subject myself to this lifestyle where I am subservient to the wants of others. Which is probably correct. But still, even if you have it good, relatively speaking, you can still feel stressed out — and do.
It’s time for vacation.
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Tagged fatherhood, fathers, job, jobs, parenthood, parenting, parents, stress, stress relief, vacation, work
This week’s Dustinland comic is one of my favorites out of everything I’ve done over the last year or so. I finally had some time to sit down and really work on a strip because my kid was over at his buddy’s house all day on a Saturday afternoon. And that let me really go to town on this one. I like when I can really push it far and take the joke not just to the next level, but to increasing levels of unpredictable absurdity. Just when you think you’ve got the joke, it twists on you, many times in a row.
Maybe I like it more than everyone else will. Who knows. But it was fun to draw, and that’s all that matters.
This week’s Dustinland comic is a fast and cute first world problems sort of deal about something that happened to me late night in the office the other day. No big deal. Just a cute little one. I did draw it in colored pencil though, so that’s different. I’ve been doodling with my kid so I figured why not try his art supplies on my comic just to switch things up. Plus I was too lazy to go downstairs to get my felt-tip pen.
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Tagged advertising, career, drinking, job, jobs, office, single malt, whiskey, work, working late, yamazaki
A rare mushy Dustinland comic. Good times. Hey, kids say some pretty cute stuff. So naive and charming – they don’t even have to try. They just are who they are, and that’s what’s so wonderful about being around them. So pure, so real, so untainted by the harshness of life. That’s how childhood should be – for all kids across the world.
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Tagged children, dad, dadhood, dads, father, fatherhood, fathers, five year old, job, kids, parenthood, parenting, parents, raising kids, work, working late
This week’s new Dustinland comic is not really pro Trump or anti Trump. It’s about how his weaselly ways seem to work. Well, at least in terms of his own self interest. As for the rest of us, well, we’ll see how this experiment works out pretty soon.
This week’s Dustinland comic is my first since moving to a house in Westchester, and my last before the stupid U.S. election. I decided to spare you more political nonsense and just threw you something lighthearted about my new place in the world. And yes, it’s been two weeks since my last update. Very unusual. Aside from vacations and work trips, I have updated my site with a new comic once a week since 2000. So as you can imagine, I’ve been busy. Man, moving SUCKS. Glad I’m finally here. It’s pretty great. And yeah, the comic thing, I do feel like that but only sometimes. Like when I sit on the back of the train where all the midtown finance guys sit. The front is way chiller.
Like I say in this week’s Dustinland comic, I have it better than so many people, in terms of the amount of time I spend with my son. But it is crazy that no matter how far society progresses, we seem to figure out ways to work longer hours and be away from our families more. Maybe it’s just an American thing. It’s definitely a New York thing. And usually an advertising thing. Bad combo I guess.
Well, they say if you can hack it here at this pace, anything after will be easy. But the thing is, once your kid gets older, they just want to hang out with their friends. There’s no more “dada come play with me.” Just “dad can I have some money, thanks bye.” So to miss these early years in exchange for those later ones… not a great deal. Frankly it’s best to be there for all of the years, so even debating this is sad and frustrating.
It’s just a pressure. A brutal endless pressure. Either way you feel like you’re neglecting something. Work or family. And you can’t really choose one, because they’re both so tied to each other. Man. I don’t know. I really don’t.