Doh. Oh, dear.
After a year's trial separation, Play-Doh and I are back together again. Portraiture, comics, we'll see what happens. We have an open relationship - I'm free to see other media, and Play-Doh is free to see the inside of its can. (Much as people would like to believe it's the next step on our slippery slope to Hellinahandbasketville, I cannot legally marry my Play-Doh. Just between you and me, I like it this way. It's dirtier.)