Do I think of myself as the father of SquiggleVision (trademark pending)? Yes. Do I see myself in the same rarified atmosphere as Alfred Hitchcock or the incomparable Orson Welles? Let's answer that question with an anecdote.
In 1992, I was walking home from Chili's Restaurant in Harvard Square (visit their newly designed website at chilis.com), and I caught myself thinking, "How can I revitalize the ossified world of animation?" As is so typical of me, I decided to list my strengths. One, I could program virtually any computer running DOS. Two, I had inherited a rather severe case of familial essential tremor. And three, I am almost completely colorblind. You put those three things together and you find yourself running up Sparks Street, left on Huron Avenue, and right on Chilton. (I mention those specifics because they are part of history.) Within minutes I had created an algorithm that would Squiggle (trademark pending) any line drawing. I would not need to hire an animator. Ever. I had changed everything.
Math would later thank me for using it so wisely.
Interesting note: Years later, I was asked by someone (who may well have been on the same level as Charlie Rose) if I had created this animation technique to capture the essential urban angst found in every episode of Dr. Katz, Professional Therapist. Had I somehow found a fresh way to visually portray personal ambivalence? It was such a proud moment, and I didn't hide behind some false modesty. Yes, I said.