Play soothing bass solo.

So, I've been reading my way through Homestuck.  Right now I've read four of six acts, so I'm nowhere near caught up.  It is mesmerizing.  It swaps back and forth between being boring as hell and fascinating.  I can't look away, so no matter what happens I'll finish it, but right now I'm experiencing mixed feelings.

--Part of the time, it's fantasy with playful language, horrific things happening to people I like, the impending apocalypse, plenty of quirky and odd characters, and a specific kind of fetishistic wacky imagery that reminds me of Ellen Raskin.  (Man, did that woman write some weird shit.  It's haunted my nightmares over the years.)  The central concept is simple but the execution is so complex I could follow its reflexes for ages.  There are cartoons, there are flash animations, there are little quasi-joystick games.  There is a demonic dog, there are crows and time-looped pumpkins and dream travel and cloudy blue skies and funny dorky gardener girls.  The art is simple but gorgeously colorful as a box of jujubes.  I can't get enough of it.

--Part of the time, it's a boring story based on all the stupidest parts of text adventures.  The plot is explained in long boring screeds or ignored in the apparent hope that I can figure out what's going on from the inexplicable images before me, nothing makes any frigging sense, and the creator spends like thirty pages at a time, regularly, telling us all about each character's weapon stash and how he carries it around.  I don't care.  Apparently this matters to somebody somewhere, but it isn't me.  Every time this happens I want to punch the panel.

Does anybody know whether the storytelling gets any better from here on?