F-F-Fantagraphics.

Robert Crumb has his crosshatching and I have my watercolor washes.

This is a page from a story I sent to Eric Reynolds for MOME. He hasn’t gotten back to me yet about it, though, because I assume Fantagraphics is a complete madhouse. I’ll tell you if he accepts this story or not.

E-mailing Fantagraphics always stresses me out. To me they are like some club that I really want to be a part of. I remember when John Porcellino and I would walk around Denver a few years ago and he would tell me that he thought Fantagraphics would be a good fit for me. Then they gave me my first real break by publishing my cartoon interviews in The Comics Journal. After that I worked really, really hard to get published in MOME, and my hard work payed off. I love them. They’re the best. I think Porcellino was right.

So, here we go again: I’ve got a new story for them. Wish me luck my friends!

In other news I went to get an eye exam yesterday and was told once again that I’m in danger of developing Glaucoma down the road. It would be pretty ironic to have really messed up eyes when I need them to do what I do.

I did order new glasses though!

Against all odds!

So, I think I said I would draw a comic about how North Carolina was for me. I’ve been pretty busy so I just did this short comic that sums it up.

So that’s it. That how it goes when trying to sell Blammo to people who only want to read what DC or MARVEL are doing…

I wonder which gutter I’ll die in?

Oh yeah! Here’s a new review of Blammo #6

And here’s a guest strip that I did for the Daily Crosshatch

Take care.

……………..I love you.

Thank you, true friends!

Thanks to everyone who ordered the new issue! It means a lot to me, and it’s fun putting together all of these packages. Here is a recent interview with me about Blammo #6.

A message to Mike Baehr: Your copy is in the mail, going to the FB headquarters. I hope it makes it to you!

Seriously, if you haven’t ordered from me, DO IT you jerk. I need to pay for a passport so I can go into Vancouver in a couple of months. Also, I don’t have a job anymore. I need to buy some cup’o'noodles and canned mandarin oranges.

Salesman Van Sciver!

There is no reason why you should not give me 5 dollars to write whatever you want in the brand new issue of Blammo and then send it to you. I’m tired of this. Cough up the money.

The new issue is DONE! Finished! I have a box of them sitting on my floor right now where I can see them! And I want to send you one. I really do, because I love this issue so much. It’s very nice. And, I want to share it with you.

I wrote to Heidi Macdonald to see if she would plug Blammo on The Beat. But, she ignored me.  Who else should I write to?? Here’s myself and my big brother in North Carolina. I’ll draw a comic strip about how that went soon.  Maybe. If I can afford it!

I know what you’re thinking:

“Oh, I’ll just buy it if I see it in a comic shop.” Or “Maybe I’ll have the blessed fortune to see Noah face to face sometime, and then I’ll buy one from him, and make him write in it.”

How dare you. If only you knew of my suffering, at your hands! Your passivity is my painful existence. Click here to see for yourself! You see how awful I look right now?

Dueling

Here is another little piece of my work in progress.

This is one version of a recurring story in the book, about a duel. Different people tell different versions of it throughout  the story. This version is from Chapter two of The Hypo.