an often fruitless quest for intermittent patches of happiness interspersed with toil, ennui, Justin Bieber and wasps

Once again eager blogwatchers thinking I'll be posting the porn I'm supposed to be drawing at the minute are disappointed by random sketches of brain-farts rendered only to keep things nice and clean so Blogger feels no need to ban my arse.

Although if you actually know who Sailor Moon is, there's probably a narrow but Rule 34-affirming strand of fanfiction that blends her and Spidey for some pseudo-bukkake action involving the latter's web shooters, and if I had half an ounce of sense I would discard the small but persistent measure of decency and restraint I possess and draw it and charge for prints. Seriously, go to Deviantart and search for random fetish terms, chances are someone's commissioned something along those lines from that site's users. Always an option if this graphic novel lark comes to nowt, I guess...