In which I show you around my apartment – at least, the non-messy bits. Basically walls. Woo, exciting!
Like any virtual apartment tour, I’ve done some judicious cropping to hide what needs hiding. I’ve always wanted one of those homes where you walk in and instantly want to … Continue reading
If you’re not familiar with tentacle hentai, this google search is about to get realllll awkward.
This is pretty darn similar to ‘. . . Meets Cthulhu’, but it’s kind of important that, in this case, the tentacles are coming up behind him. I need a … Continue reading
Hootojoho!
If your Wagnerian opera last more than 4.5 hours, please consult your physician. Excessive exposure to Wagnerian horns may lead to irritation, exhaustion, and bleeding from the ears. I’m not … Continue reading
Not the jazz you listen to, though. Obscure jazz. You can’t even handle this jazz.
I can’t help but feel like I’m a constant disappointment to my awesomely musical brother because I think I’m just not that aurally attuned. I connect best to music with … Continue reading
You don’t want to know the time I had figuring out his profile.
I imagine we all knew that, sooner or later, I’d be taking advantage of the resemblance, right? For his first feature length project, Neurotic Owl will be presenting a delightful … Continue reading
Just call him Amelia Owlheart.
He’ll be okay. His mom packed him a lunch.
If you don’t get this reference and you’re American, then get off my lawn, you damn kids!
Sad but true story – last year I made a ‘You Bet Your Life’ joke to a community college theatre class, and they stared at me blankly. OK, fair enough, … Continue reading
Saturday! Also, free comic book day!
I was going to post pictures of my newly finished TARDIS locket today, but it’s too dimensional to scan well, and my camera’s out of batteries, and I’ve already had … Continue reading
Even my cartoon owl is better at flirting than me.
Yeah, baby. He’s a sexy beast.
In which hope flares again, briefly, then smashes on the ground like so much mint chocolate chip. Mixed metaphor, boom!
Actually, it’s a mixed simile. Is that a thing? I’m making that a thing. I feel like there should always be a sad trombone at the end of these little … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 