About me

I've had a cartooning website since I was 17. Finally getting around to doing a proper "about me" section. I've been going over why my friends seem to like my stuff, but everyone else...eh. Perhaps, potential reader, it is because we don't know each other. We just haven't taken the time... I am almost systematically incapable of talking about myself in public...getting better at it, but this will be nice. This will be fun. My parents are cleaning out their basement, so I got a box of old photos. OK, here I go. Whenever I hear cartoonists interviewed, they always say "I grew up in a lower middle class neighborhood," or "I'm from a "working class" town." It's a nice thing to do...it makes people feel better about supporting you. Hey wait a minute! I grew up in a lower middle class neighborhood! Here it is!! Wait, is that lower middle class, or is that middle class? I can never tell. This was the first time I ever saw a limo. I immediately became obsessed with money... At least I had an aesthetic sense about it? Okay, moving on. Here's the back of the house. I don't have any good pictures of the front of the house...There's this one... ...although it's double exposed with a generic beach from some vacation. I was completely incapable of operating a camera. God, what's wrong with me? There's so many pictures of like, the ground, or part of a sidewalk. I feel like these 2 say a lot about me. Like I'm always standing in kitchens making spazzy faces. Actually, now that I think about it, I am always standing in the kitchen. I probably have a spazzy face, too, while I'm standing there! Also, I am literally wearing that Pacers tee shirt, right now, on accident. Okay, standing in the kitchen, lower middle class neighborhood. Lower...definately lower...you want that lower middle. But then when I was 12 my parents built a swimming pool. It was pretty sweet. Crap, I suck at this. You know what? You should totally support cartoonists who didn't have inground swimming pools when they were kids. OK, reader...Thanks for taking the time. http://michaeldeforge.wordpress.com/ Oh, one more...we went to Disneyworld... That's my dad, Peter, my mom Sandra, and my sister Tonya. I remember this picture vividly. You make an appointment to get into Mickey's dressing room. It's at his house, which is at scale. His house also has a private screening room, with his old Hyperion Ave. shorts on loop. I'd never seen Mickey Mouse in B&W. I watched those cartoons for a good hour, then we had to go take the picture. We went to Disneyworld again when I was older, w/out sis, and I took a friend. I became obsessed with the Splash Mountain ride...something about the design of the characters. The vultures at the end especially. Pure cartoony bliss. We found out about Song of the South in the gift shop...they didn't have anything for sale with those characters in it. I've been searching for that indescribable, pure, cartoony bliss ever since. The fox from Pinnochio groped my sister. She doesn't share my love of pure, cartoony bliss.

Part 2 coming soon!