One of the challenges of writing these comics is that often I’ll stumble across one of those father-daughter situations that is cringe-worthy, eye-roll-inducing, and the exact kinda moment when you want to follow it up with a lecture. Case-in-point: we were watching TV, and (a) she got a little frustrated that I wasn’t flipping as efficiently as she would have liked through the adverts and (b) when I did start flipping she abruptly decided that she wanted to see one of those adverts.
Adverts are funny I guess.
She didn’t grow up forced to watch every single one, I guess.
She has a magic wand with numbered buttons that allows her to freeze and reverse time at her whim, I guess.
Life don’t work that way for everything, kid. Remember that.
Board game week continues and it has forced me to go digging through the cupboard to dust off all sorts of old gaming memories. Like many card-carrying geeks, we spent the better part of our pre-parenting years socializing with friends around a fistful of cards, trading wood for ore, munchkin-questing, or gathering purple trains to finally build that railroad between Duluth and Toronto and win the game.
Then the kids came along, and regular games nights became an annual games night where there was less gaming and more eating and doing those things that parents do. But somehow the legacy has re-blossomed in the fertile imaginations of our progeny and the spark of board game nerdyness has sprouted once again… if not exactly in the form we might have expected.
Chances are that if you’re reading this comic you’re one of two types of people: either the type of person who seeks out or just enjoys reading or watching independently produced content OR the type of person who is reading, watching, and otherwise gobbling up every bit of eclectic indie stuff out there because you want to make your own and earn a gazillion dollars while becoming forever famous for your genius.
I’d settle for a few hundred people enjoying the stuff I write, draw and make, but this becomes something of a parenting dilemma: dad is busy drawing comics, writing blogs, and making videos… so kid wants to be just like dad and get busy putting her own stamp on the world.
Great! Now if only dad could impart the epic patience that invariably goes along with all that work.
“When does my ad revenue cheque from Youtube get here, dad? I need to buy some expensive toys for me and my friends!”
How about you give it a few more minutes, huh?
If you’re really bored, I thought it would be appropriate to turn this comic into a “Let’s Draw” video:
My wife told me that if I don’t get off the computer and help the kid with her homework that she’ll slam the laptop closed on my fingers as I’m typing. I think she’s probably jok893ufyhsojhvjdnvoj;c v ds 0893r92-if edfk,f(**#(* kljuahips
Ah, the good ole innocent days of back to school. I don’t want to get too nostalgic. After all, yesterday was the sixteenth anniversary of that world-changing terrorist attack in NYC and when I explain to the girl how it changed the world, she doesn’t quite see it because it all kinda changed before she was even born.
So I get to own most of that nostalgia by myself and ponder things like the complicated nature of living in and growing up in and being a kid in that post-9/11 world full of whatever that all means. Or maybe it’s always been that way and I’m just a parent doing all this for the first time.
How’s that for light commentary to accompany a comic strip?