I recently came across this brilliant portal to weirdness while scouting animation studios in the N to the J. Explore it for a few minutes and then prepare yourselves for a drive to internet’s kooky past. That there is some premium GEOCITIES level site building. I would not be surprised to find out that a cult had organically sprung from that old code and began to leave green faced graffiti around town. I insist that if they do exist that they wear brown burlap monk robes tied off with thick gordian knots.
Then there’s this: DEAD COMIC. You’d think the joke would get old but somehow IT NEVER DOES.
I would hire this Quality Schnallity. Not just for animation. I would hire this guy to perform a brise or perhaps a re-brise-ning, if such a thing exists.