This is Pi Day #034
Did you hear the one about the pirate who liked to knit? Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrn!
The Kid learned how to knit a few months ago and promptly decided to master the skill by making herself a knit cap … or as we call them here in Canadaland, a toque.
She was also clever enough to figure out that doing a craft — any craft, like say, knitting — got her parents off her back about screen time or other kinds of entertainments that are… well, fun.
Screen time isn’t bad, per se, and kicking back to listen to music is something I enjoy myself quite frequently. It’s just that when you’ve got a dozen other things to do, homework, piano practice, or helping with chores, you have other priorities to consider. Putting on your headphones and listening to four hours of tween-pop while your parents do all the house work is not ideal.
We tend to operate on the assumption these things should be treated as one would treat a bowl of chocolate: small bites in moderation, and not slamming your face into the mix and only occasionally coming up for air.
I guess what I’m trying to say that if you want to gorge on chocolate AND knit at the same time, I’d probably be fine with that. As long as I get a scarf or maybe some warm wool socks out of the deal.
This is Pi Day #033
Ice to meet you.
Technically, as a Canadian, it is not only my birthright but my patriotic responsibility to resolutely complain about the cold weather while simultaneously pulling on my wool socks and going outside to just deal with it.
I deal with it by running in it. And with the last week with its temperatures lurking in the -30 degree range (yes, that is a minus) this would usually trigger my wimp-out response and I’d just stay home and draw more comics.
But even as an adult there is this thing called peer pressure.
I text “….but it’s COLD!” and I get in reply “So… just 10 k then?”
I argue about the ice … and someone sends me an Amazon link for shoe spikes.
I steadfastly nudge and call out our mileages as I try to stick to the distance we agreed upon when we left the warmth of the run club… well, the comic speaks for itself.
Stay warm out there… unless you live somewhere warm, then … I got nothing.
This is Pi Day #032
It was an emotional wedding, too… even the cake was in tiers.
It’s 2018 and this year I resolved to share more puns.
For example, the New Year’s resolution of this week’s comic is 1200 by 1200 pixels.
This week’s comic also happens to be a terrible pun, and while this exact conversation may not have occurred verbatim, the reaction of those involved are portrayed in way that inspired its drawing. It also inspires the Kid to take her father a little less seriously every time he opens his mouth.
This is Pi Day #031
Happy New Years! …almost. Well, tomorrow night, actually. The publication schedule didn’t quite work out this year.
Alas, as the first calendar year of This is Pi Day draws to a close here are some statistics from 2017:
67 new published comics, shorts, and strips!
380 new Instagram fans for almost 100 posts!
390 new Twitter fans for almost 1000 tweets!
3100 unique visitors to this website!
…and as of this post, this website has now running off a Canadian web server for three days!
It’s amazing what you can accomplish with a little creativity, almost no free time, and a goofy idea… especially when you have great fans supporting and sharing your work.
See you in 2018 for more comics, more dad jokes, and officially counting down to March 14th … y’know… pi day.
This is Pi Day #030
Welcome to winter. It’s officially that.
I was out running for the winter solstice, plodding through the icy streets of our city with about 200 other runners at midnight for the “longest night” run where one might have expected there to be more snow.
I certainly expected that we would have had more snow when I drew this comic, too. Instead, I’ve only been dreaming of getting out on my skis over the holiday season, with the Kid off for two weeks of Christmas break and me with a solid ten days away from the office.
But… no snow.
I guess I’ll just have to draw more comics.