Sticks and Stones

Yes, I did it on purpose. The angry avatar.

Our literature is filled with images of miserly publishers wringing the creativity and pennies from a poor artist’s destitute livelihood. We’re confronted with Scrooges and Mr. Gradgrinds and little Starbuck’s cups that decry commercialized entertainment at the expense of art.



Oh hooey!

I plead and beg Sterling to give life to my ideas and participate in my glorious vision. But as the artist, he has all the leverage! Gently, I try to coax him to maintain our critical deadlines. And I am scoffed! Does the corporate man have no heart either? Hooey on the artist and their whole lot!

You irk me by egging me about an eggo which your id deluded your ego into expressing.

Additionally, he carries on about some lofty quest to bring our site glory and acclaim from lands afar. It involves following the picture links, very quickly registering a free account and then voting for “Sterfry.” Supposedly there’s cash prizes and acclaim that we could use for our site and the like. He will not relent and so I present you with it:







This is our most desperate hour. Help us, fair audience; you're our only hope.