The painted Strep Fairy didn't come out too well--I forced the background on it, because I felt like having no background would be lazy. And, of course, the background wound up garish and overwhelming the figure. Let that be a lesson to me--do what the painting needs, not what guilt demands. It's on the "Somedays you get the bear..." pile, and if I get the urge, I'll see if I can't fix it once my current irritation passes. You never know. Anyway, the Page of Swords will be better.
Also, got the next Digger up, finally--now that my big summer con-attack is over, hopefullly I can get back to updating regularly. This one sprang out of thinking about how the heart is a weirdly arbitrary organ to assign all emotion to. I mean, it's a pump. Why not the kidneys? Why don't we thank people from the bottom of our spleen? Why isn't there a country song about "Your Cheatin' Bladder?" (Okay, well, that last might be self explanatory...) And...errr...right.