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What is that icon??

Every few months, someone eventually asks what my “Desk Junk” folder icon is.

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They are never quite satisfied when I answer, “My friend Ben.”

Steve Kim

Please don’t forget to let us know where you are once you’ve set up and settled in. The email you have here also seems to need updating! It’ll be hard to call in The Hulk when we can’t find you. We might have to send Laura “Black Widow” Martin to track you down….

Show Me Yours

Been kind of obsessed lately with seeing the creative spaces / workspaces of people in different fields like at this site:

So show me what your workspace looks like. Take a photo now. Don’t clean up to make it look cool. Let us see how it is when you’re in the thick of things. And it doesn’t have to be a home studio. Kiko, it’d be great to see your space at PA. Anyway, here’s where I color, translate, and design.


Thanks, E-Dog…but no thanks!

Hi guys, it’s been a long time since there have been any posts in here. I thought I’d share a funny story that involved E-Dog.

If you follow my FB page, you know that sometimes I get horrific cramps that feel like an entire fleet of alien babies is eating my pelvis. E suggested that medical marijuana may help. Of course, I’m in Georgia; if you even speak the words “medical marijuana” you’d be thrown in jail, or someone would try to cast demons out of you. So E was nice enough to mail me a care package of various samples, tucked neatly into a big tub of coffee grounds to guard against scent dogs. There was a chocolate bar, some gummy candies, a little package of chocolate chip cookies, and a little package of joints. Each package was labeled with the amount of THC per serving. What an amazing thing, legal medical marijuana. I thanked E and cursed the state I reside in.
Since I’d planned on using these things strictly for pain management, I waited a couple more weeks. Eventually it was time to have cramps again. Lucky for me, I finished an issue on the day of the worst cramps, so I figured, “Now is the perfect time to give this stuff a try.” E had warned me that the “Darth Vaders” were really strong, and since I was a newb, to be careful. I assumed he meant the joints, so I avoided those on the first go. I ate one little chocolate chip cookie.


It tasted like someone had put oregano in the cookie. Not terrible but definitely earthy. I went back upstairs to dink around on FB. Got offered a small project and was debating about taking it. While that discussion was going on, I looked at the clock. It had been almost an hour since I ate the cookie, and nothing had happened. “Hm, okay,” I thought. “Maybe they just don’t work.” I recalled an account written by a friend who tried pot brownies in Amsterdam and how four of them had had no effect on him. Maybe this was the same situ——

…and then it hit. Suddenly, my perception turned into a very stretchy rubber band. Within a minute or two, I went from being sober to feeling like I’d had two beers. Then three. I had to put the brakes on the discussion about the project, because I was acutely aware that I was not in any position to make any serious decisions. I got the hell offline quick because I didn’t want to say or do anything on FB that would be inappropriate.

I was fuckin’ stoned out of my gourd for over four hours. Good god. There was literally nothing I could do but lie down on the couch and be stoned and watch a “Face Off” marathon without comprehending anything that was going on in the show. At one point, I thought I was gonna hurl, but that was probably because I scarfed down almost an entire bag of potato chips. I didn’t hurl, but getting upstairs to the bathroom was interesting. I ended up leaning against the bed, panting like I’d just sprinted 500 yards, for what felt like half an hour but was probably five minutes. I had TERRIBLE cottonmouth well into the next day.

Randy got home around the 3-hour mark. I was still on the couch. I was both profound and unintelligible. My roommate Kelly got home about a half hour later. I’m pretty sure both of them were laughing at me. At one point, my left eye literally changed shape — everything went blurry and weird like I’d put on someone else’s glasses. That lasted a couple of minutes. I couldn’t string a sentence together. I couldn’t make a decision. I noticed that my sense of touch was dampened, which might be the key factor in pain management.

The high wore off slowly. I was only a little woozy by midnight (the high kicked in around 7 pm). We went to bed, but I had to get up several times to drink water, because of that really unpleasant cottonmouth and awful taste in my mouth.

The big question: Did it help the pain? It made me not think about it, except when a particularly bad cramp got me, but I didn’t feel like getting off the couch to go get some ibuprofen. So in that sense, I guess it worked, but the whole idea of pain management (to me) is to allow me to be functional. I was definitely NOT functional.

So, yeah. The cookies are either really strong or I’m a super newb. Either way, I did NOT like the effect. I do not like being unfunctional like that, at all. (I don’t even like being really drunk for the same reason.) It might have been fun if I was a third that stoned, but holy shit.

Now I have three more cookies, a bag of gummies, five joints and a candy bar that will either get regifted, or used very sparingly over the next couple of years. (Does THC have a use-by date? haha) Randy wants to try it. I will check the labels next time and find the item with the LEAST THC, and split it with Randy.

To Kiko and Steve

I think birthday greetings are in order around this time, isn’t it?

I can still remember the day you guys realized that you had the same birthday. One of the funniest moments I’ve ever had the pleasure of bearing witness. Both of you, in unison, whipping out your driver’s licenses then, upon confirming the fact, saying: “Holy shit!” in sync. Absolutely brilliant!

Hope you guys had a great day!

Oh, and one more thing….

Coincidence? I think not.

Something else for them to ruin…

And at Oshii’s hands to boot. They built a full size labor for close-ups and such, but I bet the CG will stink. Sigh.

This is for our Headbanger members

iPad Drum Solo

Audi’s with Guns

Well…paintball guns. The only thing more “WTF” than these cars duelling it out is the use of the Paul Engemann song from “Scarface.” Kind of cheeses the video, but that’s just me.

Happy New Year

Wishing you guys a great 2013!
Or at least a year that sucks less than the last.


You read that right. I am so VERY happy with the internet right now!

Shit Gaijin NEVER Say

I thought this was rather clever.

Not at this level yet…

Just to show I still have a sense of humor about everything going on.

The things you find…

in the Mac App store. “Help Kiko get the precious totem back!”

Today’s Delivery

Something just arrived….

The Japan exclusive steelbook blu-ray!

and goodies.

It’s full of stars!!

Well not really…more like people. This is my League flatting nightmare. And this is only 1/2 of the panel. There’s more off to the right.

Early Xmas

Just some recent Hong Kong Film DVDs I treated myself to.

If a storm’s blowing…

there’s no quick way down.

Yeah there is… Let Go!

(Thanks to Kiko’s Twitter feed for pointing this out)

Fuck You

Great lyrics and great motion graphics.

World Cup

Sorry folks, but it’s that one time every four years when the world’s best gather to play the world’s sport. And Nike gets a chance to hire a big time director to do up an awesome ad campaign. Like the John Woo one from the 90s, and though not WC related, the Guy Ritchie one from a year or two back. This time it’s Alejandro González Iñárritu (Babel, 21 Grams) visualizing what goes through the heads of soccer’s greatest. Enjoy!!

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