Dear #Minnesota:
Sorry to hear about your troubles.
As your president doesn’t appear to mind border reshuffling between our two nations, have you considered becoming Canada’s 11th province?
I think you’d like it here. We don’t hunt and kill our residents.
#MAGA#ReneeNicoleGood
One single Guy said I made Daphne's gazongas too big. wrong! Here's the official art, you're dumb! (Scooby Toon coming soon btw, please don't leave ;-; )
Dear @glitch_prod,
You don’t know me, but if you ever watched The Fairly Oddparents, Invader Zim, My Life as a Teenage Robot, Chalk Zone or Rick and Morty, you are familiar with my work.
I didn’t just work on those shows, I helped forge them.
Two years ago, I came out of semi-retirement, invigorated by the emergence of the indie animation revolution.
As a way of throwing my hat into that ring, I created a mentorship program where I could emulate my mentors Fred Seibert and Larry Huber and give young, completely inexperienced animators a shot at simultaneously learning the craft while achieving their dreams.
Since then, we have produced 20 minutes of “What a Cartoon!” style shorts on a budget of zero with, I believe, very impressive results.
I’m not pitching me, I’m pitching us.
We could become a significant contributor to what you do at Glitch and I think the results would be game changing.
I know how to produce things with exceptional efficiency.
Let’s talk.
In replies, I’ll include samples of this work as well as my own so that you can familiarize yourself with what I’m proposing.
Thank you for your time,
Zig-A-Zig AH,
John “F” Fountain
Welcome to the Sunny Side Down. 🍳
A new indie animated sci-fi parody where no ’90s property is safe (looking at you, Snailinator & Dook Cloudshitter).
Episode 1 drops Oct 22 on MAKE Originals YouTube.
#SunnySideDown#MAKEOriginals#IndieAnimation
We had a good thing, you stupid son of a bitch. We had Circus Circus. We had the Tropicana and the Excalibur. We had cheap slots, 24-hour wedding chapels, all-you-can eat buffets, shrimp cocktails on the house. You could have shut your mouth, kept the city affordable for middle-class tourists, and printed more money than you ever needed. But no, you just had to blow it up. You and your resort fees and your Michelin stars. Your Fontainebleau Hotel, Jean Georges Steakhouse, poolside cabana rentals, and Formula 1 Grand Prix. If you’d done your job, known your place, and stopped private equity from pricing out regular visitors, we all be fine right now. But you didn’t.