Erg.
Well, Scott's making another appearance the 16th in Park Slope and then the 18th somewhere in Manhattan (I think)... so maybe I'll just dance around over here and collect money until then.
P.S. I will be back with an edit with a sketchpage!
Edit:
Okay, here it is. Sorry for all of the art lackingness. But times are tough and I am lazy and argh.

Captiony thing: Homn, well, what on earth was going through my mind when I did this, you ask? Craziness. Words next to the little marks are what the little marks sound like when you write them. The girl is my sister without using a reference... I got pretty close once I checked it with a photograph. Foot nonsense. Bunny hand. Whatev.
I hear some thumping about upstairs and currently my father is MIA. I think Vivi may be digging into the carpet again, scurrying around for underwear to destroy. Sigh. This is very disgusting of me to tell you this, but many-a-panties have fallen to the wrath of Vivi. She tears up the crotch. What on earth goes through her furry little mind? And it's always only my underwear. Is she some kind of pervy lesbian dog? The world may never know. But I do know that I've spent too much money on new undies only to find them on my floor crotchless.
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