I'm A Fan Of Parchment And Wood

I'd Always Wanted To Do A Weekly Strip, Or A Strip That Was In Installments Like That. It's Been Fun Trying To Figure Out How To Make That Work. Their Standards Are So Prissy That They Won't Allow Me To Use All Kinds Of Language. Not Only Can You Not Swear, This Morning I Was Informed I Couldn't Use The Word "schmuck." I Couldn't Use "crap," "schmuck," Or "get Laid." Those Three Were Beyond The Pale. But You Get Around That, And It Comes Out Better. I Can't Quite Explain Why.

Writing A Screenplay, I'm Like, "all I'm Responsible For Is That Final Script, And I Take Great Effort And Pride In That." But Once I Give It To Someone To Make, I Can Disassociate With It Entirely And Not Worry That My Vision Isn't Being Represented, Because I Understand Fully That That's Not How It Works.

I Think I Have A Very Clear Vision Of What I Want Things To Look Like.

If You Think About It Enough To Have A Really Articulate Answer, You're Not Doing It Right. That's How I Feel About Art. If Your Thought Process Could Take You To Knowing Exactly What You're Doing And Why, There Would Be No Point In Making The Art. It Would Become Like Propaganda. It's More Nebulous Than That.

The Greatest Moment Of My Life Was, Somebody Sent Me A Cable-access Show From Chicago That Had Joey Ramone On It Showing The Video We Made Together. And He Was Talking About, Like, "this Guy Dan Clowes Postponed His Wedding For Us. He's A Great Guy."