Why would having a cat make you a better lesbian?

For chapter 2 - which can be read HERE - I drew the wrong version of Dredd again and refused to change it, so now it was a story about judge imposters whether Dave and Lee liked it or not.  For the record, they did not.
I think the plan in panel 1 was to draw some signs and/or advertisements on the Holding Post where arrested perps await pickup so that they performed some function other than just cluttering up the streets, but I ran afoul of limited space and resolution, though I suppose it's probably in keeping with Dredd's world that posts for cuffing citizens to are more common than street signs.
The 2nd and 3rd panels are where I tried to lead the eye from the bottom left to the top right, but it wasn't very successful and ended up too cluttered in panel 2 - the foreground character's hand is completely lost, yet also manages to obscure Dredd's costume, fluffing any kind of reveal - and too sparse in panel 3 thanks to my lazy use of solid blacks, but I refused to change it.

Chapter 3 - which can be read HERE - is a prime example of why most artists draw Dredd on some huge, throbbing machine penetrating the road ahead whether oncoming traffic wants it or not, but me, I misread "Lawmaster" as "lawnmower" and refused to change it, so even though he's supposed to be speeding along, it looks like he's just chilling and waiting out a hangover on a Sunday afternoon.  Note the continuing theme of buildings that look like sex toys, prompting me to think that it's good that I have comics drawing to fill my time and expend energy that most likely would have otherwise found an outlet in a schoolyard shooting spree.
I think this might have been when I stopped using Manga Studio's panel cutting tool because of the jaggy edges to angled lines and instead used its line tool with anti-aliasing.  In the third panel, the vehicles all look roughly the same shape despite going in different directions, and the grid I used to draw them clearly wasn't lined up very well as they look like they're all on different planes.  I think Dave might have asked me to redraw this, prompting a week-long passive-aggressive hissy fit on my part, as I believe that if people think you're an absolute nightmare to work with, they'll end up justifying all the trouble they had getting anything out of you in the first place and think you're better at your job than you actually are.  I call this the Val Kilmer method.

If there was such a thing as reincarnation, I would wish to come back as a volcano

During my absence from blogging, I have actually been keeping busy, but I couldn't do screengrabs to help pad out the posts and those reading for any length of time will know that my writing something clever, informative or witty was always deeply unlikely, so I just kept my head down until I was done with the other things.  I'm still beavering away at a project at the moment, but over on the Quaequam Blog, a daily Judge Dredd strip has started that will run for just under three weeks, so I thought I could fill a few blog posts by linking to that, showing the original artwork, commenting on the creative process, etc.
Filler, basically.  Shameless, lazy filler.  It's like I never left.

Above is the raw artwork for part one, which can be read HERE.  You will note the completely bonkers approach to perspective I have undertaken in the first panel, and ill-advised attempt to create framing in the second, compounded by my subconsciously drawing the buildings in the background  to resemble a sex toy designed specifically for double penetration, but I just used the outline in the end and I think I got away with it.  The third I don't even want to think about, but to cut a long story short, I drew the wrong version of Dredd and then refused to change it, so Lee had to rewrite the entire script from scratch to be about judge imposters, rather than the original story - "Live Guns Are More Important Than Dead Americans" - about a spree shooter called Clint who refused to give up his gun even though he wasn't mentally competent enough to own one, and the script featured many bizarre Dredd one-liners like "All Americans who think they're entitled to own a gun they're too stupid to use are Clints." and had many ironic turns in which people who used bullets were ultimately undone by bullets.
I drew the wrong Dredd in the second chapter as well, so Lee had to rewrite the whole thing from scratch for a second time.  I like to think that my stubbornness and unreliability are what keeps me from gaining employment as an artist just as much as my lack of talent.

And your chosen catagory is: "hermaphrodite Nazi sympathisers"

"How does she smell?"

Just a quick return to scribbling to test the old arms out for the themed blog. I tend to draw Judge Anderson much, much too young and fit considering where she's at in the comics (a middle-aged burn-out more akin to Helen Mirren circa Prime Suspect), but this being Dreddworld, I imagine 50 to be the new 30 and the lesser prominence of Psi-division in Judge Dredd in recent years gives me the impression she'd be more of a street cop at this stage.
Arms feel all right despite the scribbling, though. Reckon I'll play it safe and put the sketch to bed finished or not, though the return to random screen grabs at least stops me posting random panels from my awful comics.