Welcome! This is Pi Day is an independent web comic about fatherhood, running, video games, science, art, independence, integrity, imagination and just generally … family adventure. It is drawn and published from Edmonton, Canada.
The life of a dad is full of stories, and we’ve been banking geeky dad experiences for a decade. The result: a web comic… This is Pi Day is a little bit serious, a little bit autobiographical, and a little bit blueberry pastry stains on the front of your shirt. All of it is built upon a foundation of math, science and technology pop culture … and of course an irrational number of terribly punny dad jokes.
In reality, she made me a super-nice name plate for my new office door, but when she announced to me last weekend that she was working on one I legitimately considered the possibility of this happening.
Still in reality, the comic hasn’t stopped (obviously) but my free time energy has been sapped a little bit lately because of many different things — new job, training for a triathlon, and generally limping through this parenting gig as the kid rapidly becomes a mini-teenager — so as a result I’ve been running my artwork to the wire. I’m hoping I don’t need to go on hiatus for a month this summer to make sure I can get caught up again, but don’t be surprised if we go into summer re-runs in the next few weeks.
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Major strips are scheduled for Saturday mornings. Minor strips show up whenever I have time to make a new one.
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It’s been a heckuva week, and I haven’t been feeling particularly funny. It happens. Really.
I light of some real life events that have bubbled to the surface in the past couple months, this comic actually started off as a social media rant… that I didn’t actually post… then a blog post… that I didn’t actually publish… then as a comic… which seemed about as subtle as a hammer to the knuckles, but sometimes you gotta use your platform for something besides fart jokes, right?
When I was ten, I used some rope and a piece of lumber from the garage to turn my BMX bike into a super glider. With a strapped crosswise to the frame of my bike, the plan was to bike to the top of a nearby hill and, pedaling as fast as I could, achieve flight, the dream of every pre-teen boy, as I floated gracefully above the rooftops.
Not understanding even the most basic aspects of aerodynamics, I felt pretty bad when all the adults laughed me out of business before I’d even tried… probably a good idea in the era before mandatory helmet laws.
The worst that the Kid attempts is attempting out-ride her father on our many neighbourhood cycling jaunts. It’s still early days, I suppose, but a few choice falls lately have knocked her down a peg or two. And I think she’s probably a bit smarter than her old man ever was, anyhow.
One of the challenges of writing these comics is that often I’ll stumble across one of those father-daughter situations that is cringe-worthy, eye-roll-inducing, and the exact kinda moment when you want to follow it up with a lecture. Case-in-point: we were watching TV, and (a) she got a little frustrated that I wasn’t flipping as efficiently as she would have liked through the adverts and (b) when I did start flipping she abruptly decided that she wanted to see one of those adverts.
Adverts are funny I guess.
She didn’t grow up forced to watch every single one, I guess.
She has a magic wand with numbered buttons that allows her to freeze and reverse time at her whim, I guess.
Life don’t work that way for everything, kid. Remember that.