About


I am me, P.L. Frederick. Above is a pic of me many years and many, many pounds ago. The cussing bird is a young Wendy the chicken. Wendy (R.I.P.) was a key member of the Corporate Steering Team here at Small and Big. The other person holding the ship together (not shown) was Zilla Dog (R.I.P.), and these are her drinking etiquette tips and details on what to do with a chainsaw chain.


On BlueSky you can follow me as plfrederick.bsky.social. I hope you do!

Corporate Vision Statement
To synergistically leverage cross-platform narrative paradigms and bi-dimensional visual assets in order to optimize daily end-user engagement metrics, whilst proactively positioning the enterprise for scalable, long-term fiscal maximization and stakeholder ROI within a dynamic, omnichannel ecosystem.

Kidding! It’s: An amusing story or drawing to lighten your day, hey.

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If you want deets on the real me, see my work site at www.plfrederick.com 

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