It’s an eye-searing world of horror. And dolphins. And Trapper-Keepers.
A baby cried into a phone at me earlier, and I know exactly how he felt.
Apparently I did not fully upload the cartoons I thought I uploaded, but that’s okay, because this is how I feel today. Sorry for the rerun, but aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh. Can I … Continue reading
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
