I'm a big fan of Shuhei Yoshida. I've met him a few times over the years to ask him probably quite unpleasant questions about whatever controversy was then embroiling PlayStation. He always responded with magnanimity and humour, which is much more than is warranted when accosted by a jet-lagged, snarling gnome waving a dictaphone. And unlike other execs in the videogame business, I never got the impression that he was, say, a golem conjured from a soup of blood and teeth to serve the purpose of diabolic masters, or likely to peel off his face to reveal thrashing mandibles, or would simply dissipate in a swarm of beetles when the questions got tough.
I'm also a big fan of this column by Brian Howe in which he imagines Mr Yoshida's increasingly demented efforts to court indie developers. Brian's columns are feverish causal avalanches - he takes one variable, pumps it, deflates it, pops it or twists it, and then watches as the butterfly effect shudders through the rest of reality. They're also very funny.
Here's the pic I drew for the column: