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Dr. Frankenstein got a hold of Einstein's brain and he made a thing they call Frankeneinstein. 

The idea came from an adorable malapropism. My 8-year-old nephew was trying to say "Frankenstein" (meaning Dr. Frankenstein's monster). But what came out was "Frankeneinstein." And just like that, a star was born.

At the time I didn't have anything like Adobe Illustrator. All I had was a free drawing app on a 4th Gen iPod Touch. But away I scribbled. I recorded character voices and SFX. I married scribbles to sounds in Final Cut Pro 7. In the end, there were four little episodes. My nephew and his siblings watched them over and over. My own kids watched them over and over. My brother's friend's kids watched them over and over. My professor-friend's students thought the episode in which Frankeneinstein compresses a piece of dirt on his thumb to near-infinite density, creating a microscopic warp in the space-time continuum, was hilarious. Even some grownups got a kick out of the big guy, including one who wrote a couple of films for Tim Burton. That cool person even put those first four episodes up on her cool new website. 

Then that cool person took down that cool website. Then the computer on which all those sounds and pictures lived up and died. Then personal tragedy struck. Then more tragedy. One earthquake after another. The big guy got lost. Buried in the rubble. 

Now, standing here in the ashes of my former life, casting around in my attempts to recover myself and move forward, I've been struck, as by a bolt of lightning that suddenly gives life to a corpse, with the desire to unearth and re-assemble Frankeneinstein. But the thing is, I don't think I can do it alone. It's going to take time to bring him back to life. And time is money. I'm about to take a job arranging lipsticks and eyeshadows in alphabetical order because I can't justify spending my time in any other way right now. Because right now arranging lipsticks and eyeshadows in alphabetical order pays something, and my art doesn't. So if, after watching the first four episodes, you feel the big guy deserves to walk the earth again, to fall down and get up again (and again, and again), please let me know by joining Team Frankeneinstein. My kids will thank you. And if his return ends up bringing others joy as well, I'll make sure you get the credit there too. 

FRANKENEINSTEIN Ep 001

FRANKENEINSTEIN Ep 002

FRANKENEINSTEIN Ep 003

FRANKENEINSTEIN Ep 004
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Dr. Frankenstein got a hold of Einstein's brain and he made a thing they call Frankeneinstein. 

The idea came from an adorable malapropism. My 8-year-old nephew was trying to say "Frankenstein" (meaning Dr. Frankenstein's monster). But what came out was "Frankeneinstein." And just like that, a star was born.

At the time I didn't have anything like Adobe Illustrator. All I had was a free drawing app on a 4th Gen iPod Touch. But away I scribbled. I recorded character voices and SFX. I married scribbles to sounds in Final Cut Pro 7. In the end, there were four little episodes. My nephew and his siblings watched them over and over. My own kids watched them over and over. My brother's friend's kids watched them over and over. My professor-friend's students thought the episode in which Frankeneinstein compresses a piece of dirt on his thumb to near-infinite density, creating a microscopic warp in the space-time continuum, was hilarious. Even some grownups got a kick out of the big guy, including one who wrote a couple of films for Tim Burton. That cool person even put those first four episodes up on her cool new website. 

Then that cool person took down that cool website. Then the computer on which all those sounds and pictures lived up and died. Then personal tragedy struck. Then more tragedy. One earthquake after another. The big guy got lost. Buried in the rubble. 

Now, standing here in the ashes of my former life, casting around in my attempts to recover myself and move forward, I've been struck, as by a bolt of lightning that suddenly gives life to a corpse, with the desire to unearth and re-assemble Frankeneinstein. But the thing is, I don't think I can do it alone. It's going to take time to bring him back to life. And time is money. I'm about to take a job arranging lipsticks and eyeshadows in alphabetical order because I can't justify spending my time in any other way right now. Because right now arranging lipsticks and eyeshadows in alphabetical order pays something, and my art doesn't. So if, after watching the first four episodes, you feel the big guy deserves to walk the earth again, to fall down and get up again (and again, and again), please let me know by joining Team Frankeneinstein. My kids will thank you. And if his return ends up bringing others joy as well, I'll make sure you get the credit there too. 

FRANKENEINSTEIN Ep 001

FRANKENEINSTEIN Ep 002

FRANKENEINSTEIN Ep 003

FRANKENEINSTEIN Ep 004

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Executive Producer
$20 or more per month 0 patrons

Your cheer for Frankeneinstein will make more episodes come true. Your wish is my mandate. 

Guest Star
$40 or more per month 0 patrons

Get picked to get drawn into the big green guy's next misadventure!