Neurotic Owl

flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread

Maybe one day? Really, this was just the most festive cartoon I drew last week.


Of course, I don’t have a cock to go with my frock and rock, but I guess I could take a toy one with me.  Or possibly a mini-Beyonce.

Anyway, it’s mah birfday today, and, as with most things, my feelings are mixed and a little shaken, but not stirred.no37

Quit horning in, you.

Anyway, I tend to find birthdays largely embarrasing/terrifying/self-loathing-y, although I am aiming for better this year.  It’s partially because 35 29 seems like a very grown-up age, and I am not so much with the grown-up and also terrible at lying about my age.  Which is 35.  It’s also because I see friends with amazing jobs doing awesome artistic things on teh Facebook and feel like I’m horribly behind and where has my life gone? even though I am doing things that probably sound similar if you’re not inside my head.  I mean, I work for a major opera company in a position that I mostly quite enjoy and which leaves me creative juice for designing a show for an awesome theatre company, plus I have tens of readers here, but it’s easy to get caught up in feeling less than, so this year I shall aim not to.

Also, to pet a pony.

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