Not the jazz you listen to, though. Obscure jazz. You can’t even handle this jazz.
I can’t help but feel like I’m a constant disappointment to my awesomely musical brother because I think I’m just not that aurally attuned. I connect best to music with … Continue reading
You don’t want to know the time I had figuring out his profile.
I imagine we all knew that, sooner or later, I’d be taking advantage of the resemblance, right? For his first feature length project, Neurotic Owl will be presenting a delightful … Continue reading
Just call him Amelia Owlheart.
He’ll be okay. His mom packed him a lunch.
If you don’t get this reference and you’re American, then get off my lawn, you damn kids!
Sad but true story – last year I made a ‘You Bet Your Life’ joke to a community college theatre class, and they stared at me blankly. OK, fair enough, … Continue reading
Saturday! Also, free comic book day!
I was going to post pictures of my newly finished TARDIS locket today, but it’s too dimensional to scan well, and my camera’s out of batteries, and I’ve already had … Continue reading
Even my cartoon owl is better at flirting than me.
Yeah, baby. He’s a sexy beast.
In which hope flares again, briefly, then smashes on the ground like so much mint chocolate chip. Mixed metaphor, boom!
Actually, it’s a mixed simile. Is that a thing? I’m making that a thing. I feel like there should always be a sad trombone at the end of these little … Continue reading
It was a very small dragon, but still:
Remember, it’s not whether you win, lose, or turn into a charred pile of feathers: it’s how hard you try. And that’s the sort of logic that causes you to … Continue reading
Buttercup McFoodytail’s cousin Steve is a douche. Also, I joined twitter.
For context’s sake, because occasionally I actually do provide context, The Bloggess asked people on Twitter to draw a unicorn and a girl making out just as I was checking … Continue reading
This is for a friend, which is why the little hat, but I know more than a few IT folk. . .
So, true story, while I’m usually pretty self-sufficient with this glowing box I’m currently typing into, occasionally I need help. And, okay, usually the thing I need help with is … Continue reading
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