Neurotic Owl

flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread

Monthly Archives: March, 2014

Happy non-Irish-people-getting-drunk-and-pretending-to-be-Irish day!

This is a repeat, but it’s an appropriate repeat, plus I’m about to give you a new one too, so quit your whining. By the way, can we have a … Continue reading

March 17, 2014 · Leave a comment

I wanted to make you wait for the second part and post a picture of owl, otter, and hedgehog eating pie for Pi day, but I was tired last night.

Maybe I’ll do a biiiig drawing of all of my characters having a pie party and then save it for next year, except I’m bad at saving things, so I’ll … Continue reading

March 14, 2014 · Leave a comment

Will he finally get his ice cream? Stay tuned. . .

Come back tomorrow!  Same owl time, same owl channel!  How will you live with the suspense?!?!?!?!? If I were awesome, I’d dig through the archive and link to all of … Continue reading

March 13, 2014 · 1 Comment

I don’t get road rage, but I do get grocery store rage. RAGE.

I SEE YOU, dude with 30 individual packages of candy, bacon, and baby food!  Thirty is more than ten, dickhead.  Go away. PS: I hope that dude had a baby … Continue reading

March 12, 2014 · Leave a comment

You know those days when you’re in the parking garage, putting on eye makeup quick like a bunny in the mirror, and then you realize that you need to pluck your eyebrows SOOOO badly, but you have no tweezers?

Those are crazy-making days.

March 11, 2014 · Leave a comment

Please don’t steal shoes from dead witches, because then someone will have to steal your shoes off your body three times, and that seems challenging.

Seriously, who could resist sparkly red shoes, right?  Even off a corpse?  OK, most people, probably. It’s a shame my scanner doesn’t really pick up glitter.  I didn’t even try … Continue reading

March 10, 2014 · Leave a comment

She still doesn’t need glasses. She just likes wearing them.

Not because her answers are always right, but because there is nothing as gross as writing in pencil on newsprint.  Eugh.  It’s like mayonnaise and tapioca and cream cheese’s grossness … Continue reading

March 6, 2014 · Leave a comment

No, not you you, other people you. Cool your mammaries.

Because occasionally it’s nice to use a word that isn’t ‘like’ or the equally vague phrases ‘kind of’, sort of’, etc.  This is yet another thing that drove me bonkers … Continue reading

March 5, 2014 · Leave a comment

You should probably avoid food that makes demands on you.

And can I just say that it’s really hard to draw stripey socks on tiny owl legs?  That’s all. Oh, and if he thinks he’s going to use Food Truck … Continue reading

March 4, 2014 · 1 Comment

Why, oh why, did I not think to give her a purple crayon?

March 3, 2014 · 2 Comments