Neurotic Owl

flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread

Nor does he sparkle.


Or watch high school girls sleep and draw them.  Seriously, how does anyone not find that creepy?

Funny story, though — between being part Hungarian, having no surviving grandparents (for most of my youth, at least), and my father showing me way too many classic horror films as a child, I always thought of Bela Lugosi as something of a grandpa figure.  Also, I was terrified that giant ants were going to take over the earth, enslave me, and force me to work in their underground sugar refinery, but that’s a story for another day.


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