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About the Cartoonists
Jones and Lambert
Sanderson Jones and Sterling Lambert are two men-children who met at university in Seattle, Washington in the mid-2000s.
Sterling Lambert is originally from beautiful and industrial Everett, Washington. He currently resides in the Ballard neighborhood of Seattle. Like many of his co-generational techno-narcissists, Lambert is heavily educated but only lightly personally accountable and socially responsible. He is the kind of guy who expects oral sex but does not tender it. In lock-step with his fellow northwest-coasters, Lambert can often be found in conspicuously public places, doing pretentiously private things, like writing things noone will ever read. Or behind the counter of a local video store some 25 hours a week.
Sanderson Jones hails from the quaint hamlet of Fredonia, New York. He currently resides in economically-depressed Buffalo, New York, not being one of the lucky 100,000 who escaped during the exodus that occurred between the 2000 and 2010 censuses. After failing epically with his music career in the Seattle-scene (he never got one gig), he attempted to volunteer overseas, an endeavor at which he also failed. He is currently branching out as a freelance graphic artist, a venture at which he is currently failing. If you want to talk to Mr. Jones, you’ve got a shot at reaching him on the business-end of a customer support call center near you, at least until his position is outsourced and he joins the rank of the welfare rolls.