We really should be giving a few points here for independent work.
It’s Halloween week! Trick-or-treat… and I’ll be giving away three days of new comics as the spooky days rolls through. In the meantime, I was inspired by her efforts to choose a costume this year, mostly from the zombie remains of costumes-past.
Ultimately, we went out and got her something new… but A+ for effort, kiddo!
It’s that day here in Canada where the whole world is talking about us… y’know… the one with the big change in our drug possession laws. The one where it’s, y’know, no longer illegal to…
For or against, live and let live I say. And tho I’m not looking to partake, it has left me doing a lot of thinking about all the upcoming parenting conversations I’m going to be having over the next months and years with one to whom the local dispensary is gonna seem all too normal when she hits age.
Don’t do drugs kids… even the legal ones. The best art comes from a sober mind… no matter what some people try to tell you.
Instead of getting all political and WRITING ABOUT MY FEELINGS ONLINE, I’ve opted to get meta-political and hearken back to the good ol’innocent days of just remembering how I went about explaining it to the kid.
If only I could keep her young and naive to the follies of the modern state of discussion online… but kids talk. And yell. And try their best to act like grown ups, even if that means debating with each other in the schoolyard over the decay of political institutions whilst challenging each other to a virtual knuckle sandwich.