You may notice I have ads now. Hard to find any, really. The standard ones like google or project wonderful don’t currently rep NSFW comics (except a few grandfathered in). And so all I’ve found are ones really invasive to your web browser, or ones harder core than I’m guessing many of you are interested in.

These particulr ads for “Eden Fantasies” work on a pay-me-a-percentage-of-sales basis. SO, thinking of buying any sex toys? Do it through here and it’ll support my drinking habit.

And god will have a good laugh at us all in the end.

Heh. He said, “in the end.”

Have I mentioned how awesome Jess Fink’s comic Chester 5000 is? It is.

Oh, and that Chris Baldwin guy has been really responsive to the blackmail and keeps linking to me. Cheers to his comic Spacetrawler and all that.

Happy May Day! Wrap a ribbon ’round yer pole.

The line between nightmare and fantasy can be so close sometimes.

Parody. I never got the hang of it, yet keep trying. Star Trek “The Trouble With Tribbles” of course is always ripe for a punch in the gut.

By the way, “Father Ted” is NOT BBC, it’s channel 4. I will go commit Hara-Kiri now (Kidding, Micheal. Thank you for lettin’me know).

Sometimes learning curves are subtle, and sometimes they’re as conspicuous as a come-on twenty minutes after the bartender says “last call.” Today I began drawing “SS Myra” on the computer instead of paper (wish I could afford a Cintiq, but for now my 7.5″ Wacom Bamboo will have to do) (I better save up those 5¢ bottle deposits). The progress in it, nonetheless, can be summed up in the words of Father Jack Hackett from the BBC sit-com “Father Ted.”

And now I’ll finish with his other word. “DRINK!”

Life is full of contrition. They should bottle it.

The Song-Tune Snorvix must have been from the EIGHTH Harry Potter Novel.

I had perhaps a bit too much fun drawing panel 6. But I won’t bore you with details of my twisted sex fantasy life, I have a therapist I can bore with the details. And he gives me beer when I pay him. And he works at a bar. At least I THINK he’s a therapist. Each time I tip him he assures me he is.

By-the-way, the original black-and-white drawings for all these are available for sale for $50/pop (they look like THIS). I just haven’t figured out an online system for selling them yet. But if you want one, email me.