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Lifting the Curtain on Hothead’s Studio

Sometimes people ask me, “What’s it really like to work at Hothead?”.  When I get that question I quicken my pace slightly and mutter something about not having any change.  Today though, a rare treat: a small glimpse at some of the mystery and magic of this place.

The following are actual e-mails sent to the entire company by one of our animators.  Names may or may not have been changed to protect the innocent or guilty.

Wednesday:

I violated our social contract and ate a bowl of your cereal this morning. Here’s why: I was hungry. It was 7:30 am and Shopper’s was closed. I wanted to eat the cereal of someone who had labeled their box so I could address my base transgression in person upon their arrival at work. But I didn’t. Now I must broadcast my shameful act to the whole company. I do not seek forgiveness, for how can there be any? All I ask from you is that you identify yourself and allow me to make restitution. Though it may colour our relationship for the rest of our lives I felt I had to unburden myself of this great shame. It’s a selfish act, I know. You do not gain anything by my confession. Just the knowledge that your possessions could, at any time, be handled roughly and violated without a “by your leave”. Please, sir (or madam) have mercy and identify yourself. If you seek satisfaction in this matter I would direct you to my close associate and second in matters of dueling, Nels Anderson. He is a man of unassailable character (unlike my unworthy self) and will be happy to make the arrangements.

Your humble(d) servant,

Patrick McNabb, Animator and cad.

Thursday:

Alas, I sampled the forbidden fruit (and bran) again this morning.. I wish I could say I was sorry, but you have not come forward. You, Sir (or Madam), are guilty of neglect. How can you let so precious a bounty lie fallow in a dark cupboard? How can you lock away something so in need of attention? How could you not sample such sweet fruit on a daily basis? To let it wither on the vine is almost criminal. Frankly, your Raisin Bran deserves much better. It deserves someone like me. I am, hereby, seizing your grainy treat and making it my own. I will possess it in all ways that a man can possess a box of cereal. Should you object, I will refer you once again to my second, Nels, and I will be happy to provide satisfaction.

Your somewhat less humble servant,

Patrick McNabb, Animator and rake.

We shall post updates if and when further news develops.