Okay, so I’m constantly accused of being mentally deranged. That’s fine. I am. I admit it. But I try to put it to good use. Animation allows me to do that. I’m not a destructive or violent mentally deranged. I’m thankful for that. I”m able to bring productions in on time and under budget. Run huge teams of creatives ( mostly deranged artists like myself). I feel I’m a good dad in the “Dick Van Dyke dad in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang” sort of way.”

I’m crazy, and crazy enough to sell it. It has served me well. Interacting with people on a daily basis, thats a whole ‘nother ball of wax. Challenging for me. I don’t do parties. I’m not social. I have little patience for small talk and social for social sake. Maybe I analyze it too much, but I’m very particular about how I spend my time. Too honest for my own good. I offend due to my frank comments. It’s not that I don’t like people, I do. ( well, most people). And you will know it if I don’t. I have trouble hiding it. 

Why am I sharing this today? I don’t know.

Maybe because I’m mentally deranged.