June 29, 2009
So, Apparently some Brian Wood fans hate my guts because of some stuff I said about him somewhere in a joking manner. I was told by the host of Indie Spinner Rack during the Cowtown comix fest. People don’t get my dry humor, i guess….
Here I am looking all gross during that event. Which went very well for me, in case you were wondering. I’m now sold out of Blammo 4, and my little mini comic is soon to be long gone..
The first part of The Hypo is at the printer as we speak. I’m curious and excited to see it all dolled up, and everything.
I was the guest on a Canadian podcast last week. You can hear me making a fool of myself yet again, only this time for a different country! Far out, man!
The motivation to do something with yourself comes from too many forced early mornings. It’s that dark sky at 4:30 a.m and the itchy, tired eyes. Wandering down the silent city street to a job you never wanted anyway. You have an epiphany, that is so heavy and so scary, that it lights a fire inside of you.
It’s knowing that every week of your life will be just like this. Up early, 5 days a week, into a low-paying, hateful job. Clock watching and tired. Worn out legs and feet, and back, and brain…Waiting for friday afternoon to come so you can get drunk for two days with your friends. Fellow driftwood on a river to nowhere. Every week, year after year. And that will be your life’s story. An unoriginal book.
It’s that list of names you keep seeing and you just want to be on it.
That’s all it takes to make you pull an “all nighter”, working your fingers to the bone, using whatever god given talents you have, sending out countless letters through the mail, giving god a smirk. You want a “get out of jail free” card for good behavior.
I just hope you don’t know what I’m talking about.
The motivation to do something with your life is fear.
June 14, 2009
I don’t really want to write about all of the feelings I had about a tour I took of a historical house in Denver today, but, for your sake I will: I felt very great about the whole experience.
I have to go to work tomorrow, on sunday. I do not like to work on sunday. It’s my day of rest after a week of creation ( the creation of my book in progress, and also the creation of many sandwiches). So, when I looked at the schedule on monday and saw with my withering eyes that I had to work on sunday, the fire that is my will to continue interacting with my fellow man in good spirits was doused with cold water. Ice cold water. Now, this completely unwelcome extra day of labor is knocking on my door, work clothes and a 300 dollar check for my two weeks of life lost in hand. But, It’s okay. Whatever.
Lately, I’ve been drawing out what I really want in life in my sketchbooks and it reminds me of when I was literally starving last year and would draw all the food I wanted to eat on the pages of my sketchbook. I envision who I want to become someday, where I want to live and the persian rugs that I’ll sit on while I listen to some records in the comfort of my success. I guess I’m pretty sad.
June 5, 2009
It’s really tragic that my computer is almost on it’s death bed, and I have no money for a new one. We had some good times, ol’ Macintosh iBook G4, but alas, they just don’t make miracles like you last.
Not sure what I’m gonna do. All I really want to do is finish my (award winning?) graphic novel the way it needs to be done. But, we’ll see if perhaps a nice paying job from Westword happens to fall into my lap. Maybe a cover? Maybe a few covers?? Jay Vollmar if you are reading this, please give Noah Van Sciver illustration work so that maybe he can purchase a refurbished Mac!
I just did a few low paying illustrations for the Museum of contemporary art. That’s a high-class new weekly gig from them I think. So, maybe if I add that little bit of money to whatever else I can scrounge, I can make enough to get a new mac and continue working on my cartoons. All I want to do is be a famous cartoonist! To hob- knob with the New York literatica. To drink champagne and loose touch with the “average joe,” in a high rise, somewhere in Chicago at night! To be invited on the tonight show and turn them down, because they can’t meet my backstage dressing room demands! Is that too much to ask?
Time will tell. I’m just thinking out loud, y’see?
My buddy Felix had a box of underground comix from the 1960′s at his apartment and I invited myself over to take them from him. They are so beautiful! There’s some really great stuff here! Lot’s of R. Crumb! Comix that a 20 year old Noah would have fainted over! So, thank you so much Felix! I can’t express my gratitude! I mean it. I’m no good at expressing gratitude…
My roommate Matt is on a solo road trip in an attempt to find himself. Meanwhile, I’ve been happy to find myself in a nice clean apartment every night! Here is a video he made of his first couple of days out on the road, that he text messaged me about a little while ago.
I’m just jealous of him. I’d love to be able to just pick up one day and leave for a couple of weeks. John Porcellino and I are planning a road trip to SPX in september. If he let’s me tag along, It will be very, very great!
Here is another little preview from my book The Hypo which will be made, Computers be damned! But, hopefully with a computer.