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Sep 12

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yassmines:

fahck yew

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*eyes snap open at 3:52am* nobody likes me

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mszombi:
bogleech:
If you’ve never watched Ren and Stimpy I want you to watch this sequence (no graphic grossouts, but it may be emotionally harrowing) and consider the following things:
The amount of effort that went into every frame of this animation
The NIGHTMARISHLY realistic emotion in Ren’s voice acting
The horrifying soundtrack and effects that make every moment as carefully unsettling as possible
The fact that this aired on Nickelodeon
The fact that the man who created this show, performed Ren, and directed this episode was such a merciless control freak and perfectionist that his staff was afraid of him and Nickelodeon fired him early in the series run
That what I just said does not even fucking begin to describe the unbelievable drama that went on behind the scenes of this show
Literally enough to fill a book.
Ren and Stimpy was by far one of the weirdest fucking phenomenon in television history and that isn’t even just because of its actual content. We just finished that book actually, holy shit.
I ADORED Ren and Stimpy growing up. It was one of my favorite cartoons ever. I had the toys, played the video game, drew fan art- was just totally in love with it from pre-k onwards.

Then when I was around 13 I got a chance to attend San Diego Comic Con. They had a Ren and Stimpy panel and I was so excited to attend. Just hearing the way John K talked about people, plus having to sit though a showing of that fucking God-awful “Ren and Stimpy Adult Party Cartoon Show” left me feeling completely disenchanted with the whole thing. I felt betrayed.

I still enjoy Ren and Stimpy, but I can’t watch it the way I once did. I still laugh at the jokes, but man, there’s this slight…….discomfort the entire time I’m watching now.
Yeah, John had positively zero respect for any other human beings, thought he was untouchable hot shit and abused anyone who interfered with his vision. He bit the hand that fed him downright proudly, antagonizing his own bosses and mocking the same people who pushed to help get him his show. He hurled slurs around, screamed a LOT and worked everyone around him to the bone on the most meaningless tasks.
He wanted every single second of animation, every blink, every lip movement, every fingernail exactly a particular way and would have people draw them over and over and over until he thought they were just right, driving almost every cartoon he worked on WAY over budget and delaying some of them for up to a year straight.

After he was fired, he took to threatening and shunning anybody who remained with the show as though they’d personally stabbed him in the gut, which is especially absurd considering HE WAS STILL CREDITED AND PAID FOR EVERY NEW EPISODE ANYWAY. HE WASN’T EVEN “FULLY” FIRED HE WAS JUST “FORCED” TO SIT AT HOME AND RAKE IN MONEY FOR ZERO WORK.

Every single person who’s worked with him cites “severe daddy issues” as his prime motivator, and even his close friend Bob Camp called some episodes of the show “his personal primal scream against his father.”

I’m still hardly scratching the surface here you all gotta read that book. The glimpse it offers into the animation industry itself is even more incredible.

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faebee:

roses are red, tomatoes are sweet, HE BOOTS TOO BIG FOR HE GOT DAMN FEET

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Aug 10

bestofpokemongo:

Triggered

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Jul 17

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armeleia:
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do-you-have-a-flag:
technology related sensory memories from my childhood
sliding the metal cover on floppy disks
the slight resistance of inserting cassette and video tapes
ripping off the strips of holed paper off of dot matrix printer paper
rolling the wheel on a disposable camera to take another photo
The heaviness and rubber texture of the roller ball in a computer mouse, and the little ring of lint
Unkinking the curly cord of a telephone while you talked
The -peww sound and slowly fading image of a crt monitor turning off, and then running your finger through the static on the dusty glass
The crunch of opening or closing a plastic Disney vhs cover
The sound effects in kidpix
Extending and collapsing metal antennas and using them as magic wands
Manually rewinding cassette tapes by spinning them around my fingers
Playing with the rubber casing of the buttons on a Walkman–pulling them away, rotating them, slipping them from side to side on the stiff posts of the buttons
The audio and visual static at the end of a videotape
The satisfying thwap-thwap-thwap as you page through a well-filled CD sleeve book
How weird and small and light the first cordless phone felt
Sticking your fingers into the holes of an older relative’s rotary phone they still have yet to replace, and pushing to get the dial to turn and the oddly-satisfying click-click-click to get to the right number.
The sheer loudness and weight of a typewriter: the loud clack! as keys struck paper, the high-pitched warning ding! at the end of the line, the whirring zip! of shoving the heavy carriage back to the start.
The blockiness of computer monitors and towers: huge boxes with sharp lines, cases a roughly textured matte beige.
Depressing the power buttons into the casing of various electronics - and if you didn’t push hard and deep enough, it wouldn’t turn on at all.
Turning the heavy handle on the inside of the car door, and the window lowering in soft jerks.
The weight of your parents’ camera and the strange milky brown of new film being installed before the back of the camera was shut with a soft click.

The actual smell of the camera film.
The smell of the house after getting the first window-unit air conditioner. (It smelled like other people’s houses, not ours.)
The high-pitched, barely audible whine of the television tube.
The sound and feel of turning the TV dial really fast, past the empty channels (and it was faster for UHF than for VHF, since there were so many more UHF frequencies.)
E v e r y t h i n g about the slide projector–the back light when the man lamp isn’t on, the sound and feel of the fan, the motion and sound of the slides being pushed in and pulled out and the carousel advancing, the clunk when the direction is changed, and the glow of the images…
The heavy feel of turning the film strip in class. That God awful BEEP.
that awful squeak when you used the new piece of chalk on the board.
spinning the dial of the radio to find the right station and the joy of finding some obscure station that you could only get if you fiddled with the knob just right.
A scratched CD skipping in the same place every time.
Placing the arm of the record player down, how sharp that needle could be.
The gargantuan effort of trying to turn the wheel of a car with no power steering.
the cracked, sharp, extremely hot vinyl seats of your parent’s van.
Watching the analog numbers flip on the pump at the self serve gas station.
The heat expelled from the side of the teacher’s overhead projector and the smell of non-toxic transparency markers.
The gradual slowing of the Walkman as the batteries died.
Pulling a 5.25″ floppy disk out of a cloth-paper sleeve.
The heft of the gray, brick-like Gameboy and perching like a gremlin under a table lamp so you could actually see the screen.
The ksssshhhhh-boing-a-boing-a-beep-kssssssssh of the modem connecting.
Sticking your finger through the swinging silvery door of the coin return on a payphone and scooping forward to look for change.
Sliding the switch on the splitter from TV to AV to watch a movie.
Pressing your nose to the tv screen and seeing the tiny, tiny vertical bars of red, blue, and green
The smell and unnatural chill of freon when the car air conditioning came on.
Fast-forwarding (or not) through old previews on VHS tapes for movies that had already been released
Sliding the VHS tape out of its cardboard cover (and back in)
Using the magnifying glass/light attached to the GameBoy color when it got dark on road trips and how different it made everything look
Playing Snake on early cell phones because they all had it on there
Taking out the cartridges for the NES and blowing on them until they worked

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