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IN DEFENSE OF OPTIMISM

I think if you took a poll among the people in my life that know me fairly well and asked them to pick one word to describe me, the word 'cynical' would undoubtedly pop up a lot (but nowhere nearly as often as 'insufferable').
This is, of course, a vibe I admittedly give off. I love to bitch, gripe and rant... having a shaved head, sinister eyebrows and a wardrobe consisting almost entirely of black stuff doesn't help.

(if I may digress for a moment - I'd like to set something straight about the black clothes once and for all: I adopted this 'style' - or lack thereof - in college after I heard that Einstien used to have seven identical suits that he wore so he'd never have to waste any effort on wondering what he was gonna wear. Einstein, of course, was brilliant... I, of course, am a dolt... but I'm smart enough to realize that having that little extra space in my brain to devote to other things like maintaining balance and controlling basic motor function is EXTREMELY useful. Suffice it to say, I've NEVER been 'introverted' or 'sullen' or 'tortured.' Nor am I 'goth'. I got nothing against goths - but I just don't have the willpower to commit to that lifestyle. Nor am I 'protesting' anything and I most CERTAINLY am not trying to look 'cool.' I'm not 'anti-fashion' but I'm obviously no slave to trends, either. I try to make myself look presentable and, at least, slightly more 'together' than the obese guy at the 7-11 wearing running shorts and a "Molly Hatchet" tank-top. My ONE fashion 'vanity' are my hats. I've honestly liked hats since infancy. Ask my parents. I don't know why exactly - I just do and, clearly, it's not gonna change. My point is, I try to maintain a healthy balance of caring about my appearance enough to not disgust the general public without being vain. Aren't you grateful to me for clearing that up?)

But, back to cynicism... I confess that a good portion of my life was spent wallowing in miserable cynicism - convinced that the world was doomed and everything sucks.

However, I have come to realize that not EVERYTHING sucks - and as far as I'm concerned, that makes me an optimist.

Maybe it's because I've found the love of my life and actually conned her into being my bride, maybe it's spiritual growth, maybe it's having puppies at home, maybe it's all of the above - but happiness IS possible in this life. It's not always guaranteed - it's like anything else... ya gotta find it yourself and work hard to keep it - but it's possible.

I think the thing that generally screws people up is that the things that give them joy are far too complex or lofty. I mean - do the math: if the thing that you want most in life is to be rich and famous (and you weren't born into either) then you basically have a 1 in 1,000,000,000,000,000 chance. Now, you can pursue fame and fortune and maybe you'll get lucky (it DOES happen) but if your entire happiness hinges on it I think you're out of your friggin' mind.

Besides - look at all of the rich/famous people out there right now who are obviously the most miserable wretches on the planet.

I'm not saying people shouldn't have lofty goals or "reach for the stars" - but don't let your happiness hinge on something that may very well be forever out of your grasp.
For instance, if you enjoy singing and want to make it a career, then by all means go for it... but pursue it because you LOVE TO SING and regardless of whether or not you can make it a career, enjoy singing for yourself.

I think that far too often people are afraid to express themselves creatively because "art" has become so commercialized and slick that they forget that the arts exist because the compulsion towards creativity is something we ALL share. Not everything has to be for the purpose of selling albums or getting ratings or selling tickets.

What made me think of this was seeing the neighbor kids having a birthday party recently. They were literally dancing in the streets. They were doing "moves" to some incredibly goofy bubblegum pop music - and bravo to them.

Peasants used to sing, dance, cavort and frolic just to let off steam and celebrate a day without getting the plague. We should get back to that mentality of celebrating what we have and not constantly obsessing over getting more.

Let the "hipper-than-thou" elite have their 'coolness'... I'd rather be happy than cool (yeah, yeah... I hear you: "Oh don't worry, John... you have NO danger of being cool").

I'm not saying I'm gonna start frolicking through the streets handing out sunflowers and singing 'Kumbaya' all the time, but the fact is, being perpetually negative is the easy way out. Finding something positive to focus on when you're surrounded by awful shit takes a helluva lot more strength.

Now pardon me while I go fetch the new 'Spice Girls' CD...

HAPPY HORROR-WEEN

Yeah - I know... it's the same illustration I put up last year. But I colored it and slapped some shitty photoshop effects on it! So there. I'm awesome.
It's been an interesting week... Monday - everyone's favorite day of the week - I got outta bed (begrudgingly), got ready for work and walked out to my car only to discover that the driver's side window had been smashed in. Shattered. At first I thought a tree branch had flown through it (the winds were seriously crazy that night) - but upon closer examination it became apparent that someone had broken in and rifled through my stuff.
What's particularly frustrating about this little turn of events is that this same car got broken into (almost exactly) a year ago!
Now, the first robbers were kind enough to jimmie the lock, take a bunch of stuff, and leave the car itself basically unscathed... but they also made off with my precious Sirius Satellite Radio as well as a bunch of stuff I had in my trunk.
Monday's robbers, however, were apparently less ambitious or looking for something very specific that they didn't find 'cause they, too, rifled through my stuff but didn't take anything (what? My John Denver CDs aren't GOOD enough for you?!).
I suddenly feel shitty complaining about this 'cause right now all of Southern California is on fire and people are losing their homes... so let's just say that while it was a bummer to have a smashed-in window, I'm grateful that my home is nowhere near the fires.
Last Saturday was awesome 'cause I cashed in on my birthday present: Leigh got us tickets to see "Weird Al" Yankovic in concert.
Suffice it to say, we had a grand ole' time.
Anyway - Halloween is coming up and I can't wait. Leigh and I will be handing out candy for the first time from our house.
I'm also extremely excited about our costumes this year... I won't give it away, but it's very "high-concept"...
Stay tuned for details/photos...

GLORY!

You will all be relived to know that I finally got 'HALO 3' working (I can practically hear you breathing a sigh of relief).
Consequently, I have no time to come up with a clever blog... so just go back to Google-searching people you hated from Junior High School or e-mailing links to YouTube Videos of scenes from 'The Family Guy.'
After I finish the game I'll be back to tell you how to live your lives. Until then, just deal - okay?

RANDOM BABBLING!!!

It just seems like it's been a million years since I wrote anything, so I figure I should just blurt out some stuff...

First of all, September can NOT be over quick enough as far as I'm concerned. This month was annoying. Not horrible - just filled with annoyances.
It seems as though Leigh and I were attending no less than thirty-eight birthday parties a week. What's the deal? How come so many people were born in September?! (yeah, I know... lots of people 'celebrating' on New Year's produces many babies... it's still annoying)

So - HALO 3 came out the other day... I was all prepared... had it on reserve at Target... paid for... locked in... all set. I had just finished BIOSHOCK (quite possibly the most cerebral video game ever... viva la Ayn Rand!) so my appetite was perfectly whet to settle in with the sequel to my favorite game. Oh - and did I happen to mention that I now have a big-screen HD television? It was going to be erotic.

So I get home - put the fucker in... and my XBOX 360 decides to shit all over me and konk out. Oh - not COMPLETELY, mind you... THAT would have been far too simple. It plays OTHER games just fine, and it plays DVDs just fine... IT JUST WON'T FUCKING LOAD HALO 3 FOR SOME GODFORSAKEN REASON!!!!

Yeah yeah yeah, I returned the game figuring it was defective... this, too, would have been FAR too easy. I exchanged the four - yes - FOUR TIMES and still no go.

The only moderately good news is that the 'Box is under warranty - but that means I have to send it in and WAIT for them to repair/replace it... which will, undoubtedly, take a minimum of 4 weeks.

Meanwhile, everyone else in the world is playing HALO 3. I hate everyone else in the world. Go to hell, all of you.

Anyway - as you can tell, this has me extremely grumpy.

I was gonna bitch about other stuff (it's still impossible for me to go to the movies without wanting to murder people) but I gotta get back to work.

Since sex sells, here is a completely random drawing of a girl in a red dress.

THE TELEPHONE SCARES ME

I've come to realize lately just how desperately I hate telephones.

This is odd, because I love to talk. I love chatting. I love conversation. But phones terrify me. I hate calling people, I hate getting calls from people, I hate getting voicemail messages, I hate leaving voicemail messages (although those are slightly less awful because if I'm leaving a voicemail, it means I've fulfilled MY end of the bargain by making the call, and now all of the pressure has been passed to another unfortunate soul).

Every time the phone rings, I'm convinced it's someone calling with awful news.

Every time I call anyone and they actually answer, I'm always certain that I've called at the absolutely most abominably inconvenient time and now they hate me.

The weird thing is, I'm not one of those people who is afraid to fly on planes or get on a boat... hell, I've jumped out of an airplane... I've navigated a raft down whitewater rapids! I also don't consider myself "panicky" by nature... I've found myself in "emergency" situations before where I've remained calm and dealt with the problem without losing my head. Oh, I can be high strung depending on the circumstances, but I like to think I've gotten progressively more easy-going over the years. I'm also not one of those people who is intimidated by speaking with other people... I'm a GREAT speaker! I used to perform improv comedy in Detroit... I give lectures at schools... I can spontaneously get up in front of a crowd and make a speech and be perfectly poised and engaging...

But lord help me if the phone rings and I'm taking a nap... when I'm asleep and I hear that "alarm" go off, I get a jolt in my chest that feels like a mini-heart attack and my brain instantly assumes that the minute I pick up the receiver I'm going to hear a voice relay some message of unspeakable horrors.

What's embarassing about this is that I pride myself on being extremely rational and this phobia of mine is about as far from rational as you can get.

I suppose I could try and trace back to when I first started feeling this way about phones, but - really - what does that actually accomplish? The fact is, it's not the kind of phobia that has kept me from enjoying life or accomplishing things... I'm not SO scared of phones that I refuse to USE them... I use them constantly... it's just a bit of a struggle.

I guess the best way of labelling it (if I must) would be to call it a "nagging anxiety." It's more annoying than harmful.

Anyway... I dunno what my point is. I just felt the desire to get it off my chest. You have my blessing to make fun of me for this to your heart's content as I am fully aware of how stupid it is.

Now I gotta go return some calls...

APPARENTLY I'M SUPERMAN

Ordinarily I hate these cutesy litttle online quizzes, but I couldn't resist this one 'cause it's superheroes and I'm a big dweeb.

You basically just answer a lot of really obviously leading questions (i.e. "Do you like redheads?") and it tells you which superheroes you are most akin to.

To be honest, I'm not surprised that I came out 90% Superman 'cause I'm such a sucker for outdated concepts like "truth, justice and the American way" (similarly, I'm certain that if this were a Star Wars quiz I'd come out as Luke as opposed to Han Solo).

I'm somewhat taken aback by the fact that I'm 25% Catwoman and Wonder Woman... I'm not sure how I should feel about that...

The most pleasant surprise, though, was that apparently I'm 85% Spider-Man... so I am most alike my two favorite superheroes! Excelsior!

Your results:
You are Superman

Superman 90% Spider-Man 85% Iron Man 60% Green Lantern 55% Robin 55% Supergirl 50% Batman 35% Hulk 35% Catwoman 25% Wonder Woman 25% The Flash 20%

You are mild-mannered, good, strong and you love to help others.

Click here to take the Superhero Personality Test

'CLEAN IS HAPPY'

If ever there were a time to stop by Leigh's Blog it is NOW.
Just do it. Trust me.

HOT MEXICAN LOVE 2007 IS HERE!

I know it's been torture since the last edition of HOT MEXICAN LOVE COMICS came out in which Leigh and I did our first comic-strip collaboration ("Don't Drink the Water: The Ballad of Jerry Montezuma") - but rest easy, true believers, for your agonizing wait is OVER - HOT MEXICAN LOVE COMICS 2007 is HERE and ready to exchange your cold-hard-cash for a big whopping book full of laughs, courtesy of animation's most under-rated talent!
This go-round Leigh spins another agua-themed yarn in rhyme called "Something in the Water" with illustrations by yours truly.
Here's a tease:

If you can't make it to the Comic-Con, be sure to stop by HERE and order it straight from the source!
Ariba!

I WAS RIGHT THE FIRST TIME - THE TRANSFORMERS LIVE-ACTION MOVIE IS HORRIBLE

Unfortunately I don't have time to go into all of the reasons that the new 'Transformers' movie is just painfully awful - but trust me on this: it IS painfully awful.
You may recall a few months ago I predicted that it would probably suck
I made my assumption after reading an interview with the film's director and producers in which they rambled on and on about how important the human characters are to the story blah blah blah blah.
But then the trailers started looking cooler and cooler, so I changed my mind
Alas, however, I was sadly right the first time.
Here are some impressions I got after watching this movie:
- Michael Bay hates 'Transformers'. Clearly, this was a project he took on because he's directed so many flops in a row... but make no mistake: he HATES all of the things that make 'Transformers' entertaining.
He's jammed this movie with about four thousand human characters that eat up so much screen that there seemed to be no time to focus on the characters we actually wanted to see... namely, THE FRIGGIN' TRANSFORMING ROBOTS THAT THE MOVIE IS NAMED AFTER! Bay spends insane amounts of screen time exploring the inner motivations of the most peripheral human characters and none whatsoever on the robot characters (you know - those pesky robot characters that have kept this franchise popular for over two decades).
- Michael Bay hates voice actors: Get this... at the beginning of the movie, one of the main human characters ("Sam"... who, in the original cartoon was named "Spike" - one of Bay's inexplicably lateral changes) goes to a used car lot... standing in front of the lot is a guy in a filthy clown suit holding one of those "BIG SALE" signs... this clown has one line and is on-screen for about 3 seconds and yet, in the end credits, the guy playing this clown got billing FAR ABOVE Peter Cullen - THE VOICE OF OPTIMUS PRIME!
- Michael Bay can't tell a story: If it weren't for expositional narration, Bay would clearly be up a creek without a paddle. Characters are constantly TELLING us what is happening, what's going to happen and what has happened in the past. Obviously, Bay thought it would be too much work to actually SHOW us stuff, so he has his beloved actors jabber on and on to give us the information we need.
Optimus Prime narrates "Our world was ravaged by war"... hm... gee... an antire planet of robots at war? That would be cool to see! Oh, but that would cost money - and lord knows we need that money to pay for Bernie Mac's cameo.
Minor plotpoints are spoon-fed to the audience with excruciating detail while major narrative devices are breezed over without the slightest bit of explanation ("If all else fails, put the cube in my chest, and that will fix everything"... um... okay, but WHY?! What does that DO? Help me, Michael Bay!).
Look, I could go on and on. The bottom line is that the movie was terrible, Michael Bay has cemented his reputation as a hack and I paid $14 to let these idiots ravage one of my favorite childhood mythologies.
Dreamworks should have gotten some up-and-coming director to helm this picture (ala Sam Raimi or Peter Jackson), but instead they threw a boatload of cash into a big pile and let Michael Bay burn it to the ground.
Any one episode of the original TV cartoon is a million times better than this movie - so don't bother.
Dare... Dare to believe.

THE BUNNY FILM

When I was in college, I had a roommate named Vinnie... he was one of those guys who loved movies, and loved making backyard films. Sure, lots of people do stuff like that, but Vinnie did a film with his brother Andy that - as far as I'm concerned - is one of those rare gems in which art, entertainment, comedy and tragey all merge into something truly wonderful.
It was known, simply, as "The Bunny Film" - and it is my immense pleasure to showcase it here:

Andy, you are not forgotten.

THERE'S NO SHAME IN SHAME

Look, I kinda resigned a while ago that I wasn't gonna use my blog for socio-political rants any more (Leigh does it much better than I), but with a lot of the things that are happening in America today, I think it's high time we revive a handy little emotional device that used to help keep the country a little more orderly: SHAME.
What got me thinking about this was hearing a news story about a man who is suing his dry cleaner for $65,000,000.00 because they lost his pants (whether this is 100% true or not is moot... we all know that these types of lawsuits happen all the time, so just stay with me here). Isn't this jagoff ashamed of himself for clogging up the judicial system with this nonsense? And shouldn't the judge be a LOT more pissed off that he's spending his time on something this douche-y? Don't some of these lawyers ever think to themselves "Y'know, to take this case would be kinda shameful"?
(on a side-note, Leigh and I were watching 'Fast Times at Ridgemont Hight' the other night, and it made me wish that every judge in America was just like Mr. Hand - but I digress)
Whenever Paris Hilton, Britney Spears, Lindsey Lohan or any of these other celeb-u-tards get wasted and crash their cars into telephone poles, they always release these written-by-professional-spin-doctor statements that say things like "I have learned a lot and I thank my fans for their support." How about saying something like "I was WRONG and I am ASHAMED of my behavior and I WILL take whatever steps necessary to repair whatever damage I've done." You just never get that sense of REMORSE from them. They all need a really solid, healthy dose of shame.
I think our culture has convinced itself that while we may make mistakes, we're under no obligation to feel ashamed of them.
I'm not saying that we should spend the rest of our lives punishing ourselves for our transgressions, but shame is a valuable tool that - if properly used - prevents us from MAKING THE SAME BONEHEADED MISTAKES AGAIN.
Look, I'm as guilty of this as anybody... but as I get older I realize that the resistence to admitting a wrongdoing is really gutless. It takes a LOT more strength to suck it in and say "Ya know, I screwed up... and I'm ashamed of it, and I'm sorry for it" than it does to dodge responsibility and feign righteousness.
I've done lots of things that I'm ashamed of in my life... and, when I'm lucky, the sting of shame prevents me from repeating them or doing equally dumb shit. "Shame" is one of your brain's ways of keeping you from being a total dick.
Take pride in your shame... it's there to help.

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LET'S TALK ABOUT CARTOONS!

Actually, let's not... it seems as though I get at least two e-mails a day showing me some web site or another where people are screaming at each other about cartoons. I mean, I love cartoons too, but... sheesh...
The second most common - yet absolutely topmost baffling - e-mail I get is from folks who want to ask me "How do I get my own cartoon idea picked up?"
Now, please don't get me wrong... I'm flattered that folks would think to ask me this, and I'm grateful to all who grace my humble little blog with their presence (truly, honestly)... but the fact remains: I don't have a show of my own... so how would I know? Most of my career has been spent working on OTHER peoples' shows (and bless their hearts for letting me).
I've had two of my ideas "optioned" before (that is, a studio buys the POSSIBILITY of making the show) but the chasm betwixt getting something optioned and getting it on the air is vast and fraught with many trials.
A lot of times, it's that last little PUSH at the end of the journey that is the most difficult, and I've yet to make it past that point. Fortunately, the process of developing a show is, on a creative level anyway, pretty fun... so while it can be daunting and exhausting, it gives you an excuse to write and draw stuff that you wouldn't have otherwise.
The scant bit of "wisdom" I can pass on with regard to pitching shows is:
1) If you won't be able to say "Well, I had fun trying" when your idea gets passed on, then don't do it.
2) Even if you win the "option-lottery", don't go around telling everyone you've got your own show until it's well into its third season.
3) Have more than one idea. If you can't come up with more than one idea, how do you expect to make several seasons of a TV show?
4) Don't fall into the trap of self-pity if your pitch gets rejected. Your only "enemy" is the same enemy that everyone involved with pop-culture must face: the fickle mood of the general public. You think Bobby McFerrin doesn't wish his music was still popular? You think his lack of chart-topping hits over the past couple of decades is due to his age or a corporate plot to keep his style of music off the radio? No... the public dictated that it was finished with him, and that was that. So when your idea gets rejected, it's not because anybody's out to "get" you, it's because the studio doesn't think it will hit. End of story. Chin up, move on and try again.
Finally, but most importantly...
5) Enjoy life. If the alpha and omega of your happiness hinges on your ability to get a cartoon, you're missing out on a lot of great stuff in life. Now go outside and look at some stars (or trees or whatever) until you get things back into perspective.

THE RETURN OF LEIGH'S BLOG!

For months now folks have been pestering me about what happened to Leigh's blog (what? my constant ranting about 'Transformers' isn't GOOD enough for you?!), so I am happy to announce that she has returned to the world of online commentary.
If you've never visited it before, do so and check out the past columns as well as the new ones. They're a fun read and, often, strangely cathartic in their vehemence. Click on the link at the left and, by all means, Enjoy!
http://leighhope.blogspot.com/

OKAY, I TAKE IT BACK!!!

Look, I REALLY don't have time for the 'blogosphere' right now (I hate that term, but what else am I gonna call it?)... I owe about a million people e-mails, I'm so far behind on everything it's idiotic, but I have to take a moment to say this...
THE TRANSFORMERS MOVIE LOOKS LIKE IT'S GONNA BE REALLY F'ING COOL!!!!
I know, I know, I'm a complete dork, but lordie help me but I love robots. Let alone great big fighting robots who transform into vehicles!
Anyway, I felt the need to say this since I wrote a really snotty blog several months ago about how little faith I had in the movie, but every preview that comes out looks cooler and cooler.
I don't have time to do one of my lame sketches or anything, so here's a photo from the Transformers movie website of 'Jazz' - one of my favorite transformers.

MY FIRST 'STAR WARS' DRAWING

...a request from the last post by my friend Vinnie:
"I'd love to see you post the drawing of R2D2 you did as a child and once showed me and Jen."
...so here it is!

I did this drawing in my kindergarten class after having seen (and completely freaked out for) STAR WARS the night before.
R2D2 was, instantly, my favorite character of the movies and still is to this day.
Unfortunately this scan isn't from the original (I'm not positive if the original exists any more) but this is a (get this) DITTO my teacher did of the drawing. I'm told that after I drew the original, a bunch of kids in class were asking me to make one for them - so out of pity for my little fingers, my kindergarten teacher mercifully ran off a bunch of dittos so that everyone in class could have one.
This same teacher got me a scholarship at the Kalamazoo Art Center that year... ironically, her husband taught one of my art classes when I went to college. Weird.
Anyway, this one's for you, Vince... enjoy!

CRANIUM ANECDOTE

LEFT: R2D2 by Leigh Hope Fountain RIGHT: Tie Fighter by John Fountain

A couple of weekends ago, Leigh and I played 'Cranium' with some friends... one of the little mini-games within the game called 'Quickdraw' requires both teams to do a sketch (with their EYES CLOSED) based on a word given to them on a card... basically, it's like charades but it's done with drawings.
Anyway, Leigh and I were pitted against each other and the word on our card was "STAR WARS". Go figure.
Everyone playing the game was/is a huge Star Wars fan, and - despite what she will tell you - Leigh is also very good at drawing... nonetheless, my teammate and I were both storyboard artists and had spent countless hours of our youth drawing Star Wars stuff over and over and over and over and over again... and, for whatever reason, everyone I know who grew up drawing Star Wars stuff always recalls the Tie Fighter as being one of the most memorable. Actually, the reasons seem very simple in retrospect: It was easy to draw. Suffice it to say, my teammate and I won that round (much to the surprise of Leigh and her teammate). The funny thing is, when you look at both drawings, Leigh's is inarguably better than my peice of shit. Mine just happened to get the message across faster. The Tie Fighter's basic shape is so iconic, unique and simple that it instantly says "STAR WARS!" Sure, R2D2 has a simple shape as well, but he could easily look like a trash can or stick of deodorant or something... it isn't until you depict all of the little buttons and panels on him that he begins to look unique whereas the only thing that resembles a Tie Fighter is a Tie Fighter.
Anyway, I dunno what my point is... but Leigh's R2D2 drawing is now one of my favorite drawings in the universe. I fully intend to have it framed.

NEW COMICS BLOG!

Hey, you nutty funsters...
Before I get back to the business of waxing nostalgiac, I want to point out that I've started yet ANOTHER blog, specifically for posting random comics I've done.
http://fountainspencomics.blogspot.com/
This site (linked on the sidebar over yonder) will be my dumping ground for all kinds of comics, including stuff I did in college alongside current stuff. It's a gumbo of comic goodness!!!
Check it out.
Here's a sample:

STILL MORE SHAMELESS SELF-PROMOTION

I dunno what prompted this sudden surge of attention, but anyway - but since FREDERATOR has been airing 'The Tantrum' this week, the blog site for the Fred empire is currently running three (yes THREE) interviews with me. One about 'Teenage Robot', one about 'The Tantrum' and one about my career in general.
Two of the features were written by my blog-buddy Jeaux "The Freakishly Talented Artist" in my links.

Anyway, check them out if you feel so inclined:

http://newtoons.frederator.com/post/3678

http://newtoons.frederator.com/post/3674

http://newtoons.frederator.com/post/2717

In the interest of giving you a taste, one of the common questions I get asked a lot is "Who are your influences?" - so here's a snippet from one of the interviews asking this question:

Ah, my influences... I could thank them and damn them in the same breath.
One of the things that has been both a blessing and a curse in my career is that my influences are all over the map, so-to-speak. I believe that is in large part responsible for the fact that I've never focused on one style of drawing or storytelling and consequently, my work has been called 'undisciplined'.
Anyhow, here's a partial list:
Film: George Lucas- perhaps the greatest overall artistic influence in
my life.
Television: Jim Henson- 'Sesame Street' and 'The Muppet Show'.
Music: Peter Gabriel- a genius that will likely never receive nearly
enough credit for his brilliant innovations in music and multimedia.
Comics: Kyle Baker, Evan Dorkin, Robert Crumb and many others.
Comic Strips: Charles Schulz, Berke Breathed, George Herriman, Bill Griffith, Bill Watterson, Gary Larson, Patrick McDonnell and many others.
Painting: Picasso, Magritte, Dali, Munch and many others.
Literature: J.R.R. Tolkien, Moliere, Douglas Adams, Greek Mythology, the Bible and virtually any books pertaining to philosophy.
Animation: Obviously, Walt Disney, Chuck Jones, Tex Avery and all of the masters. Nick Park and Aardman... Over the course of the past 20 years, I've been increasingly influenced by anime - specifically the works of Miyazaki and anything from Gainax.
Some of the most important influences in my animation career however have been people that I've worked with and call my friends - Shawn Murray, Chris Graham, Ira Sherak, Louie del Carmen, Rudi Berden, Ian Graham, Rob Goodin and many others. If these guys hadn't let me peek over their shoulders while they worked, I'd have drowned in animation ignorance LONG ago.

Thanks once again to Fred and his vast network of hench-people for the recognition.
Be sure to visit Jeaux's site and support his work.
Have a nice day.