Rosie the Ottererererer
Don’t be fooled by her love of glitter and crocheting and bouffant wigs — Manic Pixie Otter can sink a mean rivet. Also, vote!
Don’t worry, it’s just a red hanky.
Oh, theatre deaths. I ended up skipping A&C the other night because it was raining, the people who were meeting me to see it cancelled, and I’ve seen it PLENTY … Continue reading
No big story here. I just like picturing an otter sock hop.
Of course she has an owl skirt. Of. Course. And yes, I realize she’s not wearing socks. She’s a rebel with uncovered paws. In other news, I simply can’t decide, … Continue reading
Saturday! In which I say some stuff about a book.
So, I was going to show you these really cute plus-size pinup paper dolls I’m working on, but I’m liking them enough that I’m going to submit them to a … Continue reading
Shakespeare: now with more waders.
In exceedingly related news, I’m meeting friends tonight to watch As You Like It and picnic on the hill. Of course, we would never do something as silly as an … Continue reading
I was super extra triple frustrated when I did this one.
This actually had two followups — ‘has to do everything himself’ and ‘needs a sleeping bag day’, but obviously I’m not worried about publishing in order. I’m just saying, when … Continue reading
Don’t get excited, y’all. I’m planning on Dragon*Con ’14.
My theory is that, if I buy a ticket this year as soon as the con ends, I will be committed to going and actually make plans instead of waiting … Continue reading
Mime! Not as fun to say as clown, but still.
In fact, I think it would be fair to say that he’s LIVING in a box. Possibly even a cardboard box. Sorry, now you’ll either be saying ‘Clown!’ or singing … Continue reading
I promise I’m ok today. I drew this one last week — or maybe the week before, I forget.
Much like a blanket fort day, sometimes I just want to climb inside a sleeping bag and zip it all the way up, ideally over my head too, so no … Continue reading
Teehee. Poop.
It doesn’t matter how many times I sit through Antony and Cleopatra, or how well I know my Shakespeare, or, indeed, my basic nautical terms. I will never not giggle … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 