This is Pi Day is an independent web comic about fatherhood.
The life of a dad is full of stories, and I’ve been banking my dad experiences for a lot of years. The result: a web comic… It is a little bit serious, a little bit autobiographical, and a little bit blueberry pastry stains on the front of your shirt. All built upon a foundation of an irrational number of bad dad jokes.
New comics every Saturday morning (and some bonus shorts here and there) or join my (new) forum to share your stories, links, art, and bad dad jokes.
This is Pi Day : Magpie Bonus #007.1
I was dressed to go running the other night despite a big, dark cloud looming on the horizon. A “Severe Thunderstorm” alert popped up on my phone, yet I still pulled my shoes from the closet and stood there with them in my hand, ready.
When the skies finally opened, the wind started gusting, and the flashes of light appeared in the darkened evening, I reluctantly packed up and opted to sit out my run.
But apparently some of my crew went out anyways.
Common sense had me shaking my head at how silly it was to be out running in a thunderstorm. Peer pressure had me feeling a little bit guilty for skipping out. Such is the nature of the runner. And had I gone out it would not have been my first run through a wall of falling water.
Even the birds, hiding under the cover of the trees, know better to go out and about it that kind of mess.
There are not yet many followers of this comic project (a few but not many) but those of you who have been paying attention may have noticed that since I’ve given myself a healthy head-start on the art — I have comic strips banked until the end of the summer for every Saturday — I’ve turned my attention to my website and marketing.
Gagh! Dirty word. Marketing.
Yet, even –maybe especially– little unknown creators need to get the word out.
So I’ve not only set up a Twitter, an Instagram and a Facebook page, but I’ve set loose a few little PiBots to make sure that those feeds are regularly fed.
Additionally –and I’m not sure if it will take off or if it will just be me talking to myself– I installed a forum on this very site. “A forum,” you ask. “Isn’t that what websites used to have back in 1847 for the folks who gathered around their steam-powered thinking machines to convey messages about train schedules and Egyptian mummy mythology?”
To that, I’d reply… “Well… perhaps. But what is old is new and what is old is something free to install on this site that I can understand and what the hey… hey?” And of course you can use it to do all sorts of self-promotional things, like join up and talk about YOUR comic strip and encourage other people to go read it.
But I digress.
The tldr; of this post is that I finally spent some time tweaking my web presence under the vapid pretense of trying to earn myself an audience. So share and enjoy. I am.
This is Pi Day #007
A father’s day comic on a fatherhood web comic.
Gasps of amazement surely echo through the millions of faces staring at this comic right now.
We do this thing where EVERY Saturday morning — so long as we have reasonable access to flour, eggs, chocolate chips and some sort of heat source — we make pancakes for breakfast.
WE do this so consistently and frequently that The Girl who is (almost) ten has memorized the recipe. I am setting a great foundation for her life and now that I write this I should have renamed the whole cartoon project into the “Saturday Chocolate Chip Pancake Experiment” or something of that ilk.
We also have a rule. If I wake up and start the cooking process, I decide how they are made. If she wakes up and starts cooking, she can add whatever she wants… say, extra chocolate chips or (more often than not) food colouring.
Oddly enough, pink pancakes are not a rare thing in our house.
This is Pi Day #006
Strictly speaking, The Girl doesn’t send texts quite yet. Whatever little handmedown device she happens to be using this week tends to have something like Google Hangouts installed, so as curiosity gets the better of her she’ll find these apps and I’ll get pinged with random messages.
There is a bit of an inside joke lurking in the background of this strip and I’d feel like I was shortchanging my audience if I neglected to explain it at least a little bit.
What you have to understand it that OCCASIONALLY these modern kids are allowed to bring their devices to elementary school for special days. And OCCASIONALLY the kids are a little smarter than the teachers, at least when it comes to technology. And at LEAST ONCE in the past, in the middle of my work day, I started getting messages from The Girl… from school… because a couple of the boys had hacked/swiped the school’s WiFi password and it had spread like wildfire to anyone under the age of ten with a gadget to connect.
Needless to say I’m a little wary whenever I get a text message from my daughter between the hours of 7am and 4pm on a weekday. It’s either a “do I need to call the school” moment… or a “rubbing it in” sigh of adult frustration.