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We're back, Seattle. And in accordance with new station policy, we're going to be pandering to the lowest human instinct. In other words: "Who wants to talk about art?" Art. Art. Art. Art. Art. Art. Art. I want to know how you're making it, I want to know where you're making it, I want to know if you're making it RIGHT NOW!

@@OurFrasierRemake In the privacy of my home (and the open window of social media) I write. I also sing and draw my other dimensional people. Good Luck with the project… FYI: I did contribute ❤🎉

The show was great!

(Animator for that section here): I'm so glad you liked it! I wrote that just to make myself laugh, so it means a lot you noticed! There is more text, just because I wrote it all out so the spacing looked right. Here we go, the full two pages of text, sloppy purple prose and everything: "Chapter 127 “You know, just the other night dad was watching TV and I had fallen asleep on the couch and suddenly I stirred, I felt something on my head, and dad was standing above me stroking my hair.” Frasier felt somehow very exposed in that moment, as he described what should have been an everyday event. But for him, this had been a thunderclap to his psyche-his own father admitting that he might not entirely be disappointed in him. He knew it wasn’t rational, but hell you couldn’t make it through a single night in a certain seedy bar in Boston that he knew of, without learning that people aren’t exactly rational actors. This kind of practical life experience is what made Dr. Crane-he didn't like to think of himself that way, but if the people insist...-love therapy. But he also knew this was the sort of self-defeating and juvenile mode of thinking therapy was supposed to cure. Niles, his ridiculous dandy of a brother was maybe the only one who might understand him. But Frasier wasn’t sure that this semi- stranger of a brother would listen. Or, if he was honest, if he could express himself. If Frasier was going to be honest with himself, he wasn’t sure if he really couldn’t stand Niles, or couldn’t stand how much Niles reminded Frasier of himself. Was he the Niles to Roz? To his Dad? What would little Frederick think about his father when he grew up-would he be the sage wise elder, or simply the doddering old fool who cared more for a fine merlot than his son’s life, hopes, and dreams. These were the moments Frasier wished his mother was still around. Someone who could hold him close and tell him that everything was going to be okay. But instead, due to the wreckage of Frasier’s life, the closest he had to that was a father who couldn’t admit he liked him, and a fop of a brother. (next page) “Dad?” Niles asked, hav ing trouble keeping the incredulity out of his voice. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe it was possible-far from it, Dr. Crane (and yes, that’s how he referred to himself internally) had always thought that Martin secretly held fondness for his sons. But rather Dr. Crane had always hoped that the affect ion would be directed towards him, the normal son, instead of his pompous brother Frasier. Notice though that Frasier didn’t warrant the same “Doctor” that Dr. Niles Crane did. Naturally. He didn’t try to be a snob, it just was hard not to let boy hood jealousies..."

@@davidburgis3292 Thank you very much (and sorry for the late response). It makes for nice insight into the internal thoughts of the two leads here, and makes me wish for a tie-in novel series (there's been many for several mystery shows over the years -- MONK, MURDER SHE WROTE, etc.). Good luck on any further creative works -- both literary and graphic -- in the future!

Glad you enjoyed it! Wishing you easy days and good mental health :)

Super fair comment. I did one of the AI sections and one of the (more traditionally) animated sections. As the creator of this project overall, I will say that my thoughts on AI as a tool evolved quite a bit from when this was started in March 2023 to when it was finished seven months later. I'm not certain I would have allowed the use of generative AI at the outset if I were to start the whole thing again now.

Every ten minutes!

This might be the best reply we've gotten. Thank you. #Eclectic

Our hands are up too! I wish someone would make this for us. We're too tired.

@@OurFrasierRemake No doubt! Thank you for your work - you brightened my day(s), and I am certain I am not alone.