This never gets old:
WHERE IS:
-my coffee
-where is it Adam and I re-watched Akira last night. Still amazing, perfect animation, awesome, etc. With something that incredible it seems that in trade there must be something sinister behind it. Like, they made all the artists work 72-hour shifts dosed on LSD, or all the red ink was kitten blood because young, fresh feline blood is that much more vibrant. Y'knowmsayin?