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Bus-ted

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This is Pi Day #103

I have this interest in re-invention as I continue to work on this comic of mine.

What’s the gag, you ask? A drawing of some kids getting on a bus… I don’t get it.

So the thing about this project is basically I get to do whatever I want, since I’m the one paying for it and working on it. If no one looks at it… meh. It’s not like I there is an income attached to this.

If this comes off as a bit of an excuse or an apology for just drawing a “scene” from my little dad-o-verse instead of a comic, it both is and isn’t. The first season of This is Pi Day really did shortcut the art to focus on the story telling. So, this season is shortcutting the story to focus on the art.

Moment have inspired me. Scenes from life. Scenes from the day-to-day. Little glimpses at growing up and captured instances of time. The Kid instagrammed from the bus the day before I drew this. “Just another Friday on the bus.” Because a year ago I was picking her up from daycare and spending fifteen minutes each day hearing her rambling explanation of her day, and now I’ve been replaced by a slip of paper: Dad Life.

A guy’s gotta sketch that.

The Sketch

Comic: Bus Buddies

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This is Pi Day #036

If this were a math pun about a bus it would be mostly flat with four equal straight sides.

Public transit. I rode the bus to work yesterday, in fact, and sitting in a slightly uncomfortable seat was greatly offset by the benefits of not having to drive through a snowstorm that ultimately dumped nearly 25 centimeters (that’s nearly a FOOT for my American fans) and left traffic scrambling like so many eggs through the city streets. While most of the city was fighting with traction and visibility, I was fighting a virtual frost troll… on my Nintendo in the relative warmth of the bus.

I mean, sure, it took my twice as long to get home… but just enjoy the ride.

The Kid, of course, spends her bus fare on a different flavour of mass transportation. You know… the yellow kind, with bad shocks and hard vinyl seating. No wonder she thinks the city transit system is such a treat. When we do use it to get somewhere, though, I have to admit that there’s a certain level of QT sitting together on a bus that you just don’t get driving and playing dad’s taxi.

Rhombus. The joke is a rhomBUS.