Neurotic Owl

flapping vaguely downward through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread

Author Archives: naralesser

I don’t have a clever title for this one.

I heard the news on my way home from work today and couldn’t leave on a joke, so.  There really aren’t words.

April 16, 2013 · 1 Comment

He probably won’t end you, though.

So I guess in this case Food Truck Hedgehog would be driving the wagon, and Manic Pixie Otter would be in the back providing cover, though she’s really more of … Continue reading →

April 15, 2013 · Leave a comment

Someone bring me the crazy glue and some tamago, stat!

Sorry about the late post, but it’s been a busy day.  Luckily, I have the perfect owl: Also, I should occasionally be slightly more of a whiny jerk about food.  … Continue reading →

April 14, 2013 · 3 Comments

The Hat I call Jayne

In honour of a certain asshat network who killed a certain awesome show, intending (and failing) to leave it all corpsified and gross, and are now intent on draining it … Continue reading →

April 13, 2013 · Leave a comment

Matryowlshka?

I just linked Tim Minchin’s ‘Not Perfect” a few days ago, so I will try not to be the super-redundant queen of redundancy and also repetitiveness, but it’s worth noting … Continue reading →

April 12, 2013 · Leave a comment

In which he continues his musical adventures.

Of course he’s Peter Criss.  Who else could he be?  Drums seemed a little too badass, though, so he gets a toy drum and the triangle. . . and now … Continue reading →

April 11, 2013 · 1 Comment

‘My Owline, Sweet Owline’

Since he’s a tenor, he just sings the ‘tu-whit, tu-whoo’ line.  He did try to grow a mustache, but it made him look like this guy: Who I am currently … Continue reading →

April 10, 2013 · 1 Comment

To be clear, Neurotic Owls are the shy ones.

Poor Neurotic Owl.  He’s intimidated by owls in glasses.  And owls without glasses.  And owls with contacts. But at least he doesn’t claim to be ‘too nice to get owls’.

April 9, 2013 · 3 Comments

This cat is never going to stop being a terrible plan.

I’ve never been happier than when my vet asked if I wanted the time-release antibiotic shot for Charlie, or the daily medicine that I’d be in charge of giving him.  … Continue reading →

April 8, 2013 · Leave a comment

Shhhhhhhhhh.

I actually did this at Pesach when a certain relative of mine would NOT stop talking at me, but it’s frequently the case.  One of several reasons I had trouble … Continue reading →

April 7, 2013 · Leave a comment