Category Archives: saturday comics (full colour)

Comic: Commercial Success

This is Pi Day #061

As if by some kind of ironic happenstance, when I wandered to where I keep my laptop so that I could write this very explanation about the origins of this gag and why I thought this comic is funny (a thing that definitely makes it funnier, right?) the Kid was using my computer… to watch YouTube… and she a was just sitting there glassily staring at an advertisement for one of those “build your NEXT website with” insert-companyname-here.

So… life-imitates-art funny? You-had-to-be-there funny? Kid-logic-is-messed-up funny?

I mean, we have rules and time-limits about device use in our house, and if she chooses to spend her allotted time watching ads –and apparently she does — what can I do, really? I mean, draw a comic about it, obviously. And maybe some parenting. Yeah, probably some parenting.

Comic: Recorded Confessions

This is Pi Day #060

I saw a buy-and-sell posting for an old radio, and it says: works perfect but the volume is stuck on stuck on full. I thought… I can’t turn that down!

…so she says “Your secrets are safe with me, dad!”

We’ve been having a lot of frank conversations lately, because y’know… eleven-year-olds are curious about how the world really works, and those types of things that you don’t normally talk about in regular conversations. Money. Politics. Religion. Family drama.

And you think to yourself… y’know… Secrets.

The next day happens and, boom… “I told so-and-so at school about….” Well, I may as well broadcast that on the internet, right. Maybe we should have started with a conversation about tact.

Comic: Constructed with Uncare

This is Pi Day #059

At the risk of diving too deeply into the meta-story behind this particular comic, I’ll reveal that for about a year now the Girl and I have been having an ongoing argument about power tools. To be exact, she manifested the idea inside her head that it would be a good idea to buy some lumber and build a bed for her doll.

The plan, which I had mixed emotions about, involved about twenty bucks worth of lumber and carpentry skills that I most certainly do not possess.

A big part of my #dadlife has been trying to encourage the Kid to take on projects bigger than herself, tackle eclectic hobbies, explore skill-building crafts, and unravel the complexities of the world… but it was always at the least convenient, most “why now?!” moments when she would suddenly pronounce that “we need to go to the hardware store so we can buy some lumber…”

I’ve been trying to jumble that experience into a comic for the better part of six months, and finally it has bubbled to the surface as this simple gag if only because at the heart of her argument has always lay that one caveat: if you’re not going to help, dad, I’m old enough to do it myself thankyouverymuch!