It’s been a heckuva week, and I haven’t been feeling particularly funny. It happens. Really.
I light of some real life events that have bubbled to the surface in the past couple months, this comic actually started off as a social media rant… that I didn’t actually post… then a blog post… that I didn’t actually publish… then as a comic… which seemed about as subtle as a hammer to the knuckles, but sometimes you gotta use your platform for something besides fart jokes, right?
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:
The key to a good selfie is to just stay focused and don’t be negative.
To be fair, I think the Girl is going through a phase when she is LESS likely than me to post a bad photo of herself online. But in reality, it’s become clear that she has two sets of friends: those who social and those who don’t.
The day is inevitably coming when she doesn’t just ask, she begs for permission to sign up for an insta-snap-twit-book-latest-fad account. I can still hide behind the “you gotta be 13” user agreement rules for a while, but then again: so many friends who social!
Of course, these students are so bright the teachers needed to wear sunglasses.
Back to school.
Back. To. School.
We`re back, and I`m personally finding as the years creep onward my role in that scenario is changing from in-depth and fully-engaged dad to … well…. unpaid taxi driver.
I saw this yesterday: I was driving the kid to school, she mostly ignoring me from the back seat, and as we drove we passed a family standing a the bus stop. The big cheezewagon had just pulled to the curb and both the dad and the mom had cameras in hand as their little (I`m assuming) kindie-gartner clambered aboard. A five second drive-by as we went along our just-another-day-way told me that this kid`s morning was turning into a soon-to-be Facebook documentary.
It seems to be the responsibility of the modern amature athlete: run… then share as much information as you can about that run in the form of GPS tracks and selfies. Prove that you were outside in sweat-wicking, lightweight, synthetic clothing.
A run without a selfie or a group photo or a short video to recap… unimaginable…. he wrote with a tone of hypocritical irony. I mean, would Instagram even exist if it wasn’t for selfies of people doing things like eating, running, or both simultaneously? I doubt it.
In nothing else, it reminds those who haven’t yet fallen victim to runner-selfie habit that there is still time to escape.