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.
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I’ve been aiming for a kind of universality in my comics. Y’know… parenting moments that are relate-able. Quirks you can empathize with or see yourself projected into.
This week is a little less so perhaps, and is brought to you exclusively from the mind of The Girl, who upon “outsmarting” her Dad in real life, thwarting his tried-and-true dad joke material said (in what could be the fifth frame of this comic) “you should draw a comic about this…”
I appreciate the effort, I really do. Dance is art. Dance is fitness. Dance is moving around a room in a way that my 40-year-old body no longer considers feasible.
Yet I struggle to find an honest balance between (a) showing blind support for everything The Girl does and (b) handing her a healthy dose of parental distance to assist her in finding the intrinsic value of doing a thing for its own sake.
You reach a point in this parenting gig where the extra-curricular activities are as much for you as they are for them. I mean, sure, they’re learning new skills, belonging to a social club, being active, having fun, and all of it on your dime. But on the other hand, you get an hour to yourself to veg out on your phone while you wait to drive them back home. So… win-win?
With the Mom-bo out of town on business all week, I spent the better part of five days doing the dad dance solo.
And while I usually ain’t no wallflower, I did sit out the part with the dance lessons: and by sit out, I mean sit out in the waiting area for about four hours over two evenings while The Girl took hers.
This would normally give me plenty of time to polka out some new dance puns on my laptop, maybe even cha-cha-ching some new ideas for the comic, but alas, all I could fill my dance card with was a few new strip ideas.