This seemed like the right choice for a Friday post.
In which Neurotic Owl is too polite to take the last piece of pie: I’m taking tomorrow off, so here’s a nice big one to tide you over. Thanksgiving is … Continue reading
It’s hard to see, because everything is a black line and I forgot that I have silver Sharpies, but he’s playing the triangle. It was that or a comb and … Continue reading
Speaking of which, have we all read this? I found it as a kid in one of my dad’s books (possibly a Frederick Pohl? Maybe?) and I’ve never stopped finding … Continue reading