I Have More Time Than Good Sense

Rather than get anything useful done today, I ended up dicking around with the WoW Model Viewer.

With my sincerest apologies to xkcd:

And this can only be explained with "the people I play WoW with are all insane". It's a long story.

*clunk*

Let's see...

I picked up a new headset the other day. Momentarily considered a wireless one (because the only reason I *ever* have to replace them is because I have an unfortunate habit of getting the cord hooked on things and accidentally yanking it about) but then remembered that it would actually have to charge up, and it is not uncommon for me to be wearing the things for fourteen hours at a stretch.

The eldest of the furry bastards went and sprained his leg. He is presently limping about and receiving a ridiculous number of ear rubs.

I either need to do a lot more lineart, or a lot less. Presently colouring some that I did for a commission, and I never feel so ham-fisted as I do when inking--even though it's digital. Somehow, painting is much easier. Maybe it's just an issue of practice.

And now I leave you with this atrocity of fashion, spotted in Orgrimmar several months ago:

More Nekkid Drow

I tidied up a bit of the sketch I was working on.

Totally NSFW.

I'm not sure why Faenori ends up stark naked in something like ninety percent of my drawings of her, exactly. Possibly because I love drawing her arms, and once I get to those, she's decided that it's a pikin' shame ta cover up anythin' that looks that good.

One of my molars appears to have imploded, though. I think I have some really old filling back there (which would explain why this doesn't hurt) and some bacteria sappers finally smuggled themselves in past it and planted plastic explosives in strategic locations. Or possibly they dug their way in only to find that the good stuff had already been broken into and stolen, and are just trashing the joint out of spite.

Either way, it's kind of irritating.