In high school, I was trying to figure out what occupation I wanted to go through. No vet, no doctor, no cause I will faint of the sight of blood. And then my friend who, uh, was editor at the ice one newspaper would always see me doodling off to the side and said, Hey, our cartoonist isn't here. We need a cartoon for tomorrow's paper. So they put me in front of the Macintosh with Photoshop 1.5 on it and make all this page, make all this. Very cool.