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:
Is it really December already. Having taken the whole of November off from posting here, I hope you haven’t missed me too much, but in the last month we took a little holiday down o a tropical climate and temporarily escaped the snow, and our computers and left behind all the stress and worry of our chilly, tech-filled life. Thus, it is only appropriate that we kick things off in December with some technology, winter, and work-stress comics.
They’re all lined up for your December enjoyment, starting today with Un-touchable. I’ve been introducing the kid to my nostalgia. Old TV shows (she apparently loves Red Dwarf), classic music (which for me is Def Leppard and The Tragically Hip) and of course all my video gaming favourites… which apparently are not quite at the same standard and can’t quite compete with an iPad or the Nintendo Switcheroo. Who would have guessed?
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!