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BEDLAM, part 150.

Busting out of prison is mad fun. But taking responsibility for running the prison, afterward? No fun. Mink is lucky she has so many competent friends.

Here there be Dragons 4, page 27.

Oral seems to be the word for this week. Reminds me, have you heard about Oral Roberts' brother and sister, Anal and Vaginal?

Dr. Dee in "Me too!"

I went spelunking in my archives, and good gods, do I have a lot of old, half-done and suchlike stuff! So it's another placeholder this week, a Dr. Dee one-pager from 2004....wait, that was TWENTY years ago??? Stop fucking with me, Father Time!

   Thing I'm tempted to do right now is a collaboration: I dug out a 2-page comic drawn by me when my age was in the single digits. How about I redraw it in my artstyle of today? I think it might be amusing?

The Farmed Boys, page 22.

Yeah, steel cleaver versus cast-iron stove, but that's still an impressive chop.

BEDLAM, part 149.

Secret identities are very hard to maintain in this world of cameras and "the cloud".

BEDLAM, part 148.

Day late, and what might be all my dollars short. When I tried to log in, the autoprompt said "chesircat@somethingorother". Has my Patreon account been hacked? Just what I need in these cash-strapped times (Mitch Beiro's funeral costs land on his friends, and it turns out dying is expensive).

   If it's not one thing, it's another....

BEDLAM, part 147.

Posting late in a busy day.  Went looking for my glasses, didn't find them. Hit the optometrists' and ordered a new pair. Stopped to pick up a small strongbox for my truck, and a birthday present for a friend. Dropped off a letter. Hit the pharmacy to order some more rat poison pills. Picked up some dog food, bread and juices. Stopped at the vet's to get heartworm meds for Daisy. Will visit 'em with her tomorrow.

   And doing dishes, cooking lunch, etc. It's a life, ...

Here there be Dragons 3, page 26.

Yup, all else being equal, I think I'd prefer being a dragon layer over a dragon slayer.

Fuzzy Cutekins versus the P.B.'s!

While I make my mind up as to what I should post on Sundays, here's the only "p0rno" page J.P. Morgan ever drew, that I know of.

The Farmed Boys, page 21.

This case seems to be giving Reacher trouble, at least when it comes to controlling his emotions.

BEDLAM, part 146.

They want us to do good, yes? Then why are the definitions of good and bad so unclear? In these circumstances, it takes hard work to become a moral person, and who likes hard work?

BEDLAM, part 145.

In a prison for supervillains, you will eventually run into people who aren't nice.

BEDLAM, part 144.

Yeah, this is posted very late in the day. Sorry. Excuse is, I was preparing for my old friend Mitch Beiro's "Last Supper" today. They're taking him off life support tomorrow. He's not expected to last more than a couple of days after that, so tomorrow the Tucson Mob is getting together in his hospital room to make our last jokes at his expense. I've never looked forward to a pizza party with less enthusiasm.

   Wish I DIDN'T have an excuse for being late. Or at least, no...

Here there be Dragons 3, page 25.

Humpf! Snort! Just because she deep-throated his enormous throbbing dick, the hussy believes she's entitled to kisses!

Who wants BIG ONES! page 25.

And that wraps up our little morality tale of the vixen who wanted more sex via a more bountiful bosom. What should the next Sunday Story be about? As before, I welcome suggestions from the payin' customers.

The Farmed Boys, page 20.

Ella has raised a lot of children. But both her sisters, and all but these two of her children are gone, eaten. It's difficult to adequately describe how glad she is to see them alive.

BEDLAM, part 143.

Sorry my posting schedule is all over the place: My life is still a little unsettled. But I'm an optimist: This too, shall pass.

BEDLAM, part 142.

Our newly-freed meta wastes no time putting his abilities to use.

BEDLAM, part 141.

Sudden freedom can have a powerful effect on normal people, let alone super-powered ones.

Here there be Dragons 3, page 24.

As is now traditional, the Sunday Pron page is followed by a HtbD page - where Olga seems to be weakening...

Who wants BIG ONES! page 24.

Welp, I finally tore myself away from household chores and watching friends die slowly. Got some work done, and here's the first page of February. Enjoy! Suggestions welcome, as always.

J.P. Morgan's Meanie Peenies.

Sorry I haven't been posting, the last couple days. An old friend of mine is in the hospital, from whence he is not expected to return. So I've been spending some time clearing out his hovel & stashing his pitiful possessions at my place, if only to keep his rat-bastard landlord from pawning 'em.

   Stopped by his hospital bed again today, to give him a music player with his collection of songs on it. What do you SAY to a dying man? I'm not good at this.

 &...

The Farmed Boys, page 19.

The cook heard the thunderous footfalls of a very large man coming up - and made a natural, and possibly fatal assumption.

BEDLAM, part 140.

That Fission Chicken fella seemed like a nice guy, even with his Jersey accent. But now it's time to get back to work.

BEDLAM, part 139.

Yes, Hündrat is fan-girling, and so what? It's OK to like stuff and people. And to facilitate Hun meeting her hero "face to face", Mink drops the glamour.

BEDLAM, part 138.

It seems Ollie tried to recruit Fish into OMA at some point, but being a well-set-up independent superhero, Fish turned him down.

....And Hündrat appears to have an idea for something Fission Chicken can do for them? No, not that, he's taken.

Here there be Dragons 3, page 23.

Cunnilingus and personal growth are related? Sounds plausible to me...

Who wants BIG ONES! page 23.

In case it's not clear, Ræva is growing bigger even as she slides down her gentleman's shaft.

More J. P. Morgan letter sketches.

Sorry to be dropping behind schedule, here - I had to wrap up a big commission for a good friend/client. But on the way back from shipping off said commission, my truck developed a shuddering "stutter" whenever I stepped on the gas, and the "check engine" light came on. I hope and pray I can afford to have it fixed - being carless in Tucson is a huge pain in the tush.

    So I haven't had sufficient time to make art, the last few. But just to have something to keep y...

The Farmed Boys, page 18.

Ella thought her rage had drowned in her despair. But it was still there, waiting for it's chance. A chance Reacher and Lester gave her.