Let’s All Talk Shit About James Sturm

The cartoonist/educator won't know about our personal slams and salty insults because he's leaving the Internet behind, maybe for good, which he talks about in a Slate article that has to break some sort of illustration per number of sentences record.

I sympathize, of course. Life is too short. The one great thing about the Internet, though, is that you can manage your time there however you like. I've had a modest amount of success managing what used to be a pretty tiny and horribly overactive window from my living hole into the outside world. I no longer rage at people in message board arguments, I've dumped every piece of Internet-accessing technology I own except the computer, and when I work far enough ahead I'm happy to shut things down and go to San Francisco for a couple of days on the worst airlines in the world. But while I'm happier with the amount of potent life force I allow the modem to suck out of my soul, I know other folks haven't found their happy medium yet. I wish James the best, and I'm completely freaking terrified how much he'll accomplish if the Internet was somehow holding him back.
 
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