The Artist Moves Inside

Well, I have officially started renting a place in Boulder. So, I should have my scanner up soon, and be able to share cartoons again. Right now I'm subletting, but I will move to my new place shortly. I've worked a little bit and I think I will start commuting to farther away and save the town of Boulder for the winter months.

A lull while I try to get my bearings

Well, I'm in a sublet, which is a step up from living directly on the creek in a tent, but not really "housing," exactly. Still, I have my computer up, and I have a bed/room. However, I doubt it will last much longer, and I have to steel myself to the reality of maybe not getting a place. What a hassle.

Meanwhile, I got a job but the job itself ended, at least for me. With 1 job available for every six people, I guess I'm glad I had any work at all, and I got laid off, not fired, so, even though I didn't make enough for unemployment insurance, I did make a few bucks and I'm about half-way, on paper, to that universe. I'd rather be working, and I'm going back to cartoon sales, which I've let slide a bit in the last month or so, while I adjust to the environment again.

I've been doing sketches in notepads for my cartoons, but haven't really had easy access to an inexpensive scanner as of yet. My latest characters are lawyer/vultures.

I'm hoping to be back to tooning and sales in a week or so, with stories about my door to door and other art related tales. In this new sequence of events, I'm hoping to move from beraggled street salesman of quirky cartoons to internationally famous raconteur and artist/cartoonist/musician.

Wish me the best, and feel free to right down ideas in the comments section of my cartoons.

Change of Priorities

Well, I've moved into Boulder, though I'm still looking for a place. I will be posting more toons and less "life stuff" soon, since I will be inside with all my stuff, like a comp and a scanner. I'm taking a new tack in my drawing/storytelling style, so, I hope you all like my next cartoons. It will still be a few weeks, but then they will be coming regularly.

Rough seas in a good boat

Well, the last few days I've been doing well. But I did run into one old coot that told me I was a "long hair," and to get away from him and his apartment building. (I did). To be honest, that is a fairly hackneyed version of the story, but suffice it to say, the old guy was unforgiving, unfriendly, and bigoted. I seem to run into those types in Boulder apartment complexes (see last year). On the other hand, a lot of folks in the same complex, before I ran into Mr. Snoopy Pants, loved my work and my whole presentation, and I made pretty good money. Thx.

creek is getting a little too high, hoping rain will end soon

Well, the nice little grotto I live in is becoming a lake, and I walked in ice water last night. Not cool. I'm hoping the the dry season is going to get here soon, as I waited a while to come out here, and now the weather is acting a little kooky.

Boulder is doing me right so far

Well, I've run into old friends and new, been making ok money, and I'm situated, so far, safely (in the sense of safety as I understand it, which is, granted, a bit unusual, as I live in a tent, illegally, on some private property somewhere). Everyone is friendly, the Mall is hopping, and I hope soon to scare up enough to get a place in the town.

The artist gets his tent and stuff ripped off, only to get it back in a few minutes.

So, I landed in Boulder, set up my tent in the usual place, and took off to sell cartoons. I had a good day, made about 30 bucks in a pretty short amount of time, and then saw Iron Man II. When I got back to my tent, around 1AM, it was gone! I had a weird feeling, like, "it's no big deal, so what if I can't play piano or guitar, see, or have any blankets on this cold night.

Then, out of the darkness, a drunk guy pops his head through the woods and says, "was that your stuff?" I'm like, "yeah, did you take it?" He's all apologetic, tells me he thought it was abandoned, and starts apologizing profusely. "I wouldn't want that to happen to me, I'm real sorry," etc. It all worked out, as I got all my stuff back, and actually, taking this as a sign, pushed my tent farther back into the woods so as to be harder to see from the fence it's behind.

I finished my book this morning, The Last of the Just, and I've got to say that it was awesome.