Jesus, that’s good.
going away for a while to nurse your wounds, another Holy Week move
About as many as have been driven out of gaming design and STEM fields.
She...totally did win Strip Search.
Look, I love Ren & Stimpy and this information bothers me—but I feel like amidst everyone saying how much they love(d) R&S, I would also like to point out that Katie Rice is an incredibly talented cartoonist as well.
How many young women cartoonists had their careers thwarted by this scumfucker?
Aww, won’t someone please think of all those poor fragile 90s rapists??
THANK FUCKING GOD THIS STORY FINALLY BROKE. I use to work in animation. “Use to” being the key phrase here. It is such a toxic environment for women; an environment in which we’ve had to keep silent for so long. I have my own road to get my truth out and I can’t wait till it finally gets out there.
...his attorney writes that the 1990s were a time of “mental and emotional fragility” for Kricfalusi and that he has stabilized his life over the past decade.
And we are supposed to just give him a pass because he had “emotional fragility”? He had a hard time, so all is forgiven? Fucking hell.
I feel the same. There goes another person who inspired me being a total dirtbag. My grandpa had old Mighty Mouse VHS and that’s where I learned about cartoonists like John Kricfalusi and Ralph Bakshi and made me want to start drawing. I really like Katie Rice’s work she has some really awesome designs. I just can’t…
A year before he started assaulting her. A fucking CHIIIIIILLLLLLD.
“In response to the allegations in Lange’s story, his attorney writes that the 1990s were a time of “mental and emotional fragility” for Kricfalusi and that he has stabilized his life over the past decade”
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I was playing Paulette the hairdresser in "Legally Blonde the Musical" and got to share the stage with a majestic bulldog named Sir Gordo. They didn't turn my mic off after he and I left the stage together on opening night and so the whole audience was treated to me saying, in the puppy voice "Gordo bordo! You were so…
I hope no serial killer ever breaks into my house and hides in the closet, waiting until I get home, because when I do, he'll hear some variation ont he following:
Something I apparently inherited from my dad without realizing it is a tendency to address the family pets with a lot of barely-rhymed gibberish. Had a golden retriever named Tucker that led to a lot of unfortunate stanzas.
I had a recruiter ass dial me at 1AM after talking to him about a job I was applying for the day before. I couldn't make out most of it because it sounded like he was trashed or at a house party, except for the occasional screaming of "FUCK YEAHHHH!".