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- Mar 10, 2013
Mike is one of the two artists I've ever seen that is positively scary to watch him draw. He went to Cal Arts (like most of my roomdogs/friends of the time had, how I met him) but dropped out because people wanted to press serious quantities of coin of the realm into his palms. He was paid vast amounts of cash to draw Ren & Stimpy, and produced an episode or two.
Haven't seen the boy for ages, but we stay in touch. At my pimpin' Santa Monica pad some years back, I had a gigantic glass dining room table. (It's still around here someplace, but "here" isn't Santa Monica anymore.) I also had a seven-computer LAN, 24 channels of audio feeding fourteen speakers, and a blue (dev kit) Playstation all in the living room, so it was Geek Heaven and there was a big revolving-door thing going on. Anyways, when Mike had some horrible deadline, he'd bring a couple of pencils and a fat wad of Official Paper (if you look hard and read backwards, the devil is drawn on the back of a Walt Disney Television Animation sheet) intending to put a lamp under the table and pound out drawings. Of course, the videogames would be blasting and a bunch of our mutual friends would drop by sporadically, so he never actually got around to doing anything until at least 2 AM when things died down and I went upstairs to bed. At that point, I would have given up and said "fuck it, I'll write the code (or make the drawings, or whatever) tomorrow," but Mike would sit down and draw like ten bastards for the rest of the night. He was always finished and gone by six AM, work complete. He was making as much as I was at the time, the only artist I've ever known who could match a senior programmer's paycheck. It was kind of funny, income for both of us was sporadic (the mercenary lifestyle) and Saturday night beers were on whoever made the least that week.
The devil (whose dong is, as you can observe, is larger than his head) came from one of those sessions when he was taking a break. Thirty seconds, no more. Damn, he's an amazing artist. (I have often wondered if the devil was modeled after me because of the dong/head ratio -- but we will not go there. No.)
I've got a nice set of Ren & Stimpy drawings that he did on this doodad I had called a "digitizing tablet," a little Wacom thing that no one had ever seen the likes of. This was the late '90s. I don't have the tablet any more (got a newisher one) but I still have the stylus. It's sort of visible here, if you squint hard and use your imagination:
behind the chaotic pendulum, in front of the slide rule and the bottles of heavy water and sheet uranium, to the right of the double geode. Kind of diagonally pointing.
(Oh yeh, see the little brown rock, 1/4 left of center above the Russian Bible & the C++ book, n front of the lower jar of glowy uranium glass marbles? 'Tis the most interesting thing on yon geek shelf. If you pick it up, you wash your hands afterward because: radioactive as fuck.)
A bunch of Cal Arts riff-raff drifted through the Pad from time to time, people I didn't know, and they'd inevitably tell Mike "You know, Tim Burton ripped off Jack Skeletor from you!" at which Mike would laugh and say, yeah, I know, I don't care and he's welcome to it. I wasn't there, of course, so I don't know how true all of this is, but I heard it from at least eight different people at different times. Apparently Burton came by Cal Arts and looked at Mike's portfolio, then a year later ho HO, nightmares before Christmas. Mike totally does not care. He thinks it's funny.
His portfolio was absolutely hilarious. Some of the funniest stuff I've ever seen. And yeah, Jack Skeletor or his identical twin was in there.
Mike's a really good dude and I miss him. He was better at my own game than I was, and I wrote the stinking thing.
Haven't seen the boy for ages, but we stay in touch. At my pimpin' Santa Monica pad some years back, I had a gigantic glass dining room table. (It's still around here someplace, but "here" isn't Santa Monica anymore.) I also had a seven-computer LAN, 24 channels of audio feeding fourteen speakers, and a blue (dev kit) Playstation all in the living room, so it was Geek Heaven and there was a big revolving-door thing going on. Anyways, when Mike had some horrible deadline, he'd bring a couple of pencils and a fat wad of Official Paper (if you look hard and read backwards, the devil is drawn on the back of a Walt Disney Television Animation sheet) intending to put a lamp under the table and pound out drawings. Of course, the videogames would be blasting and a bunch of our mutual friends would drop by sporadically, so he never actually got around to doing anything until at least 2 AM when things died down and I went upstairs to bed. At that point, I would have given up and said "fuck it, I'll write the code (or make the drawings, or whatever) tomorrow," but Mike would sit down and draw like ten bastards for the rest of the night. He was always finished and gone by six AM, work complete. He was making as much as I was at the time, the only artist I've ever known who could match a senior programmer's paycheck. It was kind of funny, income for both of us was sporadic (the mercenary lifestyle) and Saturday night beers were on whoever made the least that week.
The devil (whose dong is, as you can observe, is larger than his head) came from one of those sessions when he was taking a break. Thirty seconds, no more. Damn, he's an amazing artist. (I have often wondered if the devil was modeled after me because of the dong/head ratio -- but we will not go there. No.)
I've got a nice set of Ren & Stimpy drawings that he did on this doodad I had called a "digitizing tablet," a little Wacom thing that no one had ever seen the likes of. This was the late '90s. I don't have the tablet any more (got a newisher one) but I still have the stylus. It's sort of visible here, if you squint hard and use your imagination:

behind the chaotic pendulum, in front of the slide rule and the bottles of heavy water and sheet uranium, to the right of the double geode. Kind of diagonally pointing.
(Oh yeh, see the little brown rock, 1/4 left of center above the Russian Bible & the C++ book, n front of the lower jar of glowy uranium glass marbles? 'Tis the most interesting thing on yon geek shelf. If you pick it up, you wash your hands afterward because: radioactive as fuck.)
A bunch of Cal Arts riff-raff drifted through the Pad from time to time, people I didn't know, and they'd inevitably tell Mike "You know, Tim Burton ripped off Jack Skeletor from you!" at which Mike would laugh and say, yeah, I know, I don't care and he's welcome to it. I wasn't there, of course, so I don't know how true all of this is, but I heard it from at least eight different people at different times. Apparently Burton came by Cal Arts and looked at Mike's portfolio, then a year later ho HO, nightmares before Christmas. Mike totally does not care. He thinks it's funny.
His portfolio was absolutely hilarious. Some of the funniest stuff I've ever seen. And yeah, Jack Skeletor or his identical twin was in there.
Mike's a really good dude and I miss him. He was better at my own game than I was, and I wrote the stinking thing.