THE UNTITLED POST.

Ah yes, The untitled post….  This post has no title. I want to abolish all titles! If we can just do that then no longer can the people I work with call me “the smelly new kid”… 

Work is okay. I finally got a haircut like my boss hinted I should do.  I was just waiting for a check, Dave, I swear to bread! Everyone I work with thinks I’m like this pathetically poor guy who smells and is a hippie. I may smell, but I’m no hippie! I think it’s just tough because I wake up so early to get work that by the time my boss comes in a few hours later I begin to look like one of those sad clown paintings.

 

I’m trying to clean myself up but I can only do so much with 75 cents. I used to be a clean cut kid who’d been to college (well, A year and a half of college) but, I went crazy a bit and decided I could be a better cartoonist without school. If you tell an art teacher that you want to draw cartoons, as far as they’re concerned you just told them you want grow a handle bar mustache.  

I painted a picture for the bookstore by my apartment and they were very grateful and gave me a book and coffee money. Now, they tell me that a lot  of people comment on the “artwork” and want to know who the guy is in the painting saying “my father hates me”…. 

Well, it’s a secret. It looks like me though. 

Robin is back, finally and we’ve been spending a lot of time together. Like two wheels on a wheelchair again. She’s been getting stuff published in all the papers here in Denver and it’s great! She’s becoming better than her editors, I swear it! She brought me some french Robert Crumb stuff back with her and I couldn’t believe it!  She’s the best!

SUMMER.

I am writing this in the Denver Public Library near my home. I have to come here now to use the internet. I still haven’t gotten it installed yet. I’m planning on getting to it soon… I started working at Panera bread now in the mornings part-time. I have to wake up at 4:00 in the A.M. which has been pretty rough so far but I’ll get used to it. I have to make this job work. I’m sick off quitting jobs! I am tired of looking for them and then starting your first day! The first day at job is always the most uncomfortable time for me. I stutter a lot and bumble around like a moron. Everyone thinks I am retarded and I already feel stupid for working in the food industry at my old age. 

Hannah’s husband, Mike said something to me a couple of weeks ago when I was talking bad about me having to work in a restaurant that I’ve kept in my head and has been helping me out. He just said “There is nothing wrong with working in a restaurant! You’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do to bring in money! No matter how!” 

So, when I’m there trying to figure out how to use the register screen in front of a giant line of people, and I can feel my face getting red with stress and humiliation, I just keep thinking ” I’ve gotta do this to bring in the money for myself! I’ve gotta stick this out so I can take care of myself!”. And I can already feel it getting better everyday. 

Robin has been away in Paris for the past week and she’ll be there another week before she gets home. It’s been pretty lonely around here. Robin is more than a girlfriend to me. She takes care of all the stuff that I hate doing for me. She answers e-mails, sends out my invoices, Fixes my writing mistakes (I’m the worst writer on the planet, I’m sure you know by now.) in my interviews, edits Blammo, maintains noahvansciver.com , tracks down people who owe me money and more! Plus, she’s my best friend as well. It’s strange how it works out because she’s sensitive and sweet and has a lot of emotions and I’m about as emotional as an old brick. But it’s a Yin and Yang sort of thing, I guess. I miss having her with me a lot. I hope this next week goes by pretty fast.

 

I don’t feel like talking about my cartooning career in this post, but you can rest assured that I am doing very well! 

Best wishes,

Noah.

TWENTY FOUR

Well, It’s almost check out time for me, folks.

I have been alive for 24 years! I can’t believe it either! I’ve never been this old in my whole life! 24 years old, not married and no children. 

I recently moved into my new apartment. I’m living with my good friend Matthew Brown. Unfortunately for me, the day I moved in was one of the Hottest days of the summer! My new place is on the 4th floor and there aren’t elevators so we had to carry everything up all those stairs, dripping sweat, thirsty and sick with Scurvy.  After I had emptied out my old apartment I went back and cleaned it as well as I could. The whole year I had lived in that place I had never vacuumed the carpet (I swear it’s only because I don’t own a vacuum!) So, it was pretty awful looking when I was cleaning. I gave it a twice over with the vacuum that I borrowed from Jonah, as well as some duct tape, but some things looked pretty persistent on staying imbedded in that carpet, So, I let them stay. Who am I , after all to try and evict a nice oil stain or cheezit crumb from it’s home?? The bathroom was the worst part of all but, I can’t get into now, It would only tarnish whatever lingering clean public image I have left. Hopefully, I can still get some kind of deposit back from my old landlady. 

I have no internet at my new place that I can steal from the neighbors. I have to go to the library near my home to write in this blog for you. 

The other day I went to see Hancock with Robin. I thought it was garbage. The Idea of a bum super hero seems like it could work out. You can work with that, y’know? Okay, He’s depressed because He saves people’s lives and they don’t thank him for it. His heroic acts always lead to big destruction because of his landings and his take offs and he smashes through things and all that, so the city hates him, but what can they do? They can’t arrest him because no prison could hold him!

So, you’re watching this movie and in one of the first scenes a young kid comes up to him and talks crap to Hancock who is sleeping on a city bench…. If you are ever watching a movie that includes young kids talking crap to adults and calling them A-holes, or using any other profanity, Leave at once! It’s a ridiculous attempt to try and make you laugh! You are watching crap. Really bad movie writers are running out of ideas, So they use the same stuff to try to make you laugh in EVERY movie! How many times do I need to see somebody getting kicked in the nuts? How many times is a group of little kids going to beat up Will Ferrell? Infact, how many times is Will Ferrell going to keep making the same disposable movie?! What kind of “crazy, weird, loud, obnoxious athlete, Spy or big loser” will you be in the next over advertised movie, Will? Oh, Oh, how about you get Ben Stiller, Owen Wilson,Luke Wilson, John C. Rielly,Vince Vaughn and that dumb kid who played Napoleon Dynamite together and make a movie where you guys are all on a little league football team that plays against little kids? C’mon! You could put a great scene in there where a little chubby kid who can’t act could kick you in the nuts! College boys will love it! 

Okay, Where was I? So, in this Hancock movie, Will Smith is a Superhero who doesn’t know who he is really. He just goes by the name Hancock. But the movie goes through all sorts of plot lines that all do a job of making the viewer lose interest and forget why they were even watching this movie in the first place.