A while back, some of my co-workers got me a fish. It was for my birthday, as a matter of fact. Anyway, not that I hate fish or anything, but this fish was a real pain in the ass, with constant feeding, and changing the water, de-chlorine drops and on and on. Plus every idiot who could walk would come by and tap on the glass and ask the same stupid questions about it, what's his name, what kind of fish, is he happy etc. I named him Eddie, for my Uncle who just died, last name Fiskars, which is Swedish for fish, in honor of him being half Swede by parentage, though technically only a quarter Swede, really. Anyway, that was his name, Eddie Fiskars.

Anyway, I got rid of the fish. But before that happened, my mom called me and woke me out of bed at 6 am one morning, because she had had an epiphany, that this fish was my ticket to stardom, all I needed to do was animate a bunch of stories about him.

So I kind of did. Look.