Neurotic Owl

flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread

Monthly Archives: March, 2013

He reeeeeally should have checked the Yelp reviews first.

Once again giving the ‘this won’t end well’ and ‘terrible ideas’ tags a workout.

March 20, 2013 · Leave a comment

Sometimes work makes me feel like this.

And by sometimes, I mean basically every day, frequently multiple times a day.  It’s a wonder I don’t get stabby sometimes, although the fact that I apologize to chairs when … Continue reading

March 19, 2013 · Leave a comment

In a hideous dress, dyed shoes, and a floppy hat.

So here’s another chance to share random stories.  I’ve been trying for a while now to convince somebody to get married at Chuck-E Cheese’s, because I don’t know why.  Just … Continue reading

March 18, 2013 · Leave a comment

I know his leg is going the wrong direction, but that’s how his knees bend.

March 17, 2013 · Leave a comment

The Nerd in the Hat

In case you wondered why I had a tiny cat sized velvet tophat lying around, I also make things like this:   There’s clearly a progression here from not too … Continue reading

March 16, 2013 · Leave a comment

Holding still is hard, y’all.

Which I realize is a weird thing to say, since part of Neurotic Owl’s deal is that he barely moves, but still.  Anyway, I meant him to just be peeking … Continue reading

March 15, 2013 · Leave a comment

A pretty, pretty princess.

Just in case I’m starting to confuse people with these, he really is a boy.  He just likes wearing pretty things sometimes.

March 14, 2013 · 1 Comment

His voice cracks on the V’ahavta, but he’s especially good a Baruch Hooooo.

There. I made a terrible bilingual owl pun.  You’re welcome, internet.

March 13, 2013 · 1 Comment

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 … Continue reading

March 12, 2013 · Leave a comment

As Tim Gunn would say, edit!

Every cut was like a sword through his heart.     It was hard.  Editing novel/So many little word deaths/ Why do I do this?  

March 11, 2013 · Leave a comment