Wait is martininamerica actually LittleKuriboh
and is he seriously following someone I used to know WHO APPARENTLY GOT FAMOUS WITHIN THE LAST FIVE YEARS
AND ALSO MOZZARELLA THE SQUEAK IS HIS CAT?Yes, I don’t know, and yes.
First rule of Batman, Martin! Don’t reveal your secret identity! You even revealed your cat jeez have I taught you nothing?!
Sometimes you kiss a frog and he turns into an abridged series creator…? Seriously though, martininamerica is one of the nicest, sweetest people you’ll ever meet at a con, so you should definitely take time out to go see him. He’s such a great person and I’m really happy to be able to call him a friend :)
If martininamerica moves to the Bahamas, will he have to change his name to martininthebahamas?
The world surely ponders these things.
Naw let’s change it to tropicofmartin.
OMG I SOLD OUT GUYS
Not really. My content is being moved to teamfourstar.com due to my Blip account being taken down.
But that’s also something to complain about I’m sure!Thanks for sticking with me through tough times.
Now you can move to that deluxe apartment in the sky.
Oh! You’re welcome :) Thanks for doing the interview! I really love Martin, lol, we’ve become friends over the years and I actually had no idea that depression was an issue for him, and I figured if he’s brave enough to come out and say it, I can too.
Honestly I’ve been wanting to make a post about it since it’s been a topic lately, and like I said, even if I know its something that runs in my family and my mom is open about it part of me is still like, “Eh…” because it’s looked at so negatively sometimes, like its something you can just turn on and off and be fine, but it doesn’t work like that. It just happens so randomly and sometimes you can’t explain it, even if you want to, and the response isn’t always so great, you know? Some people think they can just be like, “Stop,” and that’s all it takes, but when that cloud happens it ain’t movin’ for a while and it sucks.
It sucks because, if you’re like me, you’re telling yourself, “Get up, move, do something,” and when you don’t you just feel even worse, like, “Ugh I suck I can’t even get up,” and you start feeling guilty (I especially feel guilty because I actually work from home so if I get in this funk and get nothing done I feel really lousy). Then I’d feel bad for admitting it, like, “I’m depressed,” because people take it so lightly, but I’ve seen how heavy it can get, not just from my own experience but from my mother, who I guess has had therapy as a child, and has been in the hospital a few times, and on medication, and it really took that punch to the gut of my brother passing away for her to be like, “Nope. THIS is the worst thing I can go through, and if I can make it through that, I can make it through anything.” And, in a way, that helps me, too. If something really devastating happens (for example, in college, I lost my scholarship) she’ll be like, “It’s o.k., just cry it’s o.k., but you know what you know we’ve been through worse, we’ll get through this, too.” And it works.
But it shouldn’t reach that point with people, you should definitely talk to someone, which I do and my mom does, we talk to each other a lot. Because, sure, there’s that whole “we’ve been through worse” mentality, but that doesn’t mean whatever is getting you down isn’t upsetting. I mean hell, my brother being gone IS something that gets us down, I mean, his birthday is coming up and like clockwork we’ll both feel like shit, so we just talk, go about our day, she may watch movies and I may go to the zoo with my partner, whatever it takes.
Here’s the first part of an amazing interview. Thank you so much to martininamerica for this powerful bit.
This is important. Listen to this. This is really, really important.
Also, I’m going to get a bit personal, and reveal something that not a lot of people know. Depression runs in my family. It’s something I’ve been learning overtime and my mother is very, very open about it. There were times growing up where she would be in the hospital. I wouldn’t really understand why she was there, but she was. She also had medication she would take, and also has gone through therapy. I didn’t really know what the pills were for, I just knew she had them. I really learned about the whole thing when my brother died, because when he died she actually flushed all of her pills down the toilet, because, “I don’t need these anymore, there’s nothing worse than this.”
As I got older she went into more detail. "Remember when I was in the hospital that time? It was because of depression. It runs in our family.“ What makes me so upset about depression is that people take it so lightly, they act like its not that serious, and they mock treatment of it. My mom has said time and time again that there is nothing wrong with therapy, there’s no shame with it, but there’s this idea that it is shameful, you know?
Sometimes, I do get depressed. I’m pretty positive all the time, and it may be partly because I prefer smiles over the alternative, but sometimes those days hit and they hit hard. I’ll sit around and do nothing. I’ll feel like a failure. I’ll feel ugly. I’ll feel everything. And sometimes I break down, and it gets bad, like, "Oh god I can’t breathe,” bad, and at first I didn’t really label it as “depression.” Even if I know it runs in my family to the point where my own mother has seen people for it, there’s still that stigma. But, like she’s told me so easily, “It runs in our family, child. I’m depressed. You’re depressed. We’re all depressed. Every single one of us.” And the way she says it reminds me that there’s nothing wrong with it, and to – for the love of god – talk to someone about it. To not try and face it alone.
So finally I started talking to my partner about it. Originally, I would just be quiet, not say anything, push her away when she’d try to comfort me, tell her to leave me alone. Now, I just accept it. If I have a bad day for whatever reason (feeling like I’m getting nowhere with my writing, frustrated over trying to get to conventions to promote our work, wondering if self-employment is the right decision, missing my older brother, take your pick) I tell her. If she’s at work I message her. She’ll bring me home something (for instance, the stuffed Penguin I’ve named “Nagisa”), we’ll go driving, just… anything. It’s important to have someone you can talk to, and if you can’t get that from family or friends, take Martin’s advice here and go online, find like minded people, go on Tumblr, look at pictures, read fic, play video games, meet a new friend via fandoms, whatever it takes.
Depression is serious, and it needs to stop being seen as something that’s not a big deal. My mother was on medication but the thing that really, really got her out of it was the death of my brother. Don’t let it get that far, o.k.? Talk to someone now.
LittleKuriboh at Otakon 2014
Hey guys! I have a booth and a panel at Otakon this year!
Please come by Booth Q01 (listed as “Yugioh Abridged”) in the Dealers Room at any time this weekend to come say hey! I’ll be signing, selling, taking photos, doing voice requests, etc.
Also the Abridged Series panel is tonight (Friday) from 6:45pm to 7:45pm in Panels 6. We’re showing a slew of new content. If you’re a fan of the Naruto Spoof series I make, you won’t wanna miss it! The room isn’t too big so come early if you don’t wanna get shut out!
Thanks! I hope to see you this weekend!
Reposting since the Dealers Room opens in less than an hour!
Please reblog if possible, all your support helps.
SIGNAL BOOST! Check out this booth if you are at Otakon :) Martin is amazing, YGO Abridged is hilarious, and he’s also a good friend.
And now an important update from Mozzarella.
This is big news!!
my cat is so popular
soon she’ll be demanding I feed her caviar
Put on headphones for optimal effect.
RIP Spaghetti 2011-2014
A few months back, we discovered that our cat Spaghetti had been born with a defect that was causing his organs to move into his heart sac, causing him to throw up all his food and making it impossible to live a healthy life.
With the help of many, many donations from fans and friends, we were able to afford the surgery he needed to try and fix the problem. He had three very full and happy months following the procedure and we can only thank everyone that contributed to giving him some extra time on this earth.
Unfortunately, this past week, we learned that his stomach had begone shifting into where his small intestine began and it caused him to throw up even more than before and it became impossible for him to eat. We were told by the doctors that any attempt to fix this complication would cost even more than the previous surgery and that it wouldn’t even guarantee him a healthy life - only the chance at one.
The last thing we would want is for Spaghetti to continue suffering, so with a heavy heart, we asked that the doctors put him to sleep yesterday.
I’ll always remember him as my friend - as my son - as an important part of my family. I’ll remember him comforting me in my worst moments, and waking up to his face every single morning as if he’d been waiting for me.
I’ll wait for you now, old friend. Every single day.
I miss and love you so much.
Hey everyone, please send some love his way. Martin is such a great guy, and its very sad to see Spaghetti go. Also send love to his wife, Marianne, too.
It’s still kind of surprising to me that we’re actually friends, but the both of them are so kind and supportive of what I do, I’m so happy that I know then and I hate to see this happen.
So just send them some love right now :)
