Neurotic Owl

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

Author Archives: naralesser

Did I mention that I work for an opera company?

I dare you not to sing that in your head. On a semi-connected note (clowns), I just started listening to the Thrilling Adventure Hour podcast and #5 is the best … Continue reading →

March 27, 2013 · Leave a comment

I did another Passover drawing last night, but it’s not scanned yet.

wings.  scissors.  whatever.

March 26, 2013 · Leave a comment

As Lola would say, ‘Breeeeeeeeeead!’

That ‘Kinky Boots’ joke will make immediate sense to about two people, but they’re an awesome two people, so. Traditionally getting ready for Passover would involve selling or giving away … Continue reading →

March 25, 2013 · 3 Comments

Eep.

  So yesterday started off slow — I was going to go to my parents’ house, do laundry, visit Skippy the Cat and (if she’d let me) Meg the Grumpy … Continue reading →

March 24, 2013 · Leave a comment

Cue the sad Vince Guaraldi music.

 

March 22, 2013 · Leave a comment

Tiny ink dots, in my wine, make it taste like ink. . . never mind.

Although he is feeling a little scattered lately.  Ba-dum-ching. Seriously, brace yourselves — there’s a slew of art history-related owls a-comin’, because I am on a leetle bit of a … Continue reading →

March 21, 2013 · Leave a comment

He reeeeeally should have checked the Yelp reviews first.

Once again giving the ‘this won’t end well’ and ‘terrible ideas’ tags a workout.

March 20, 2013 · Leave a comment

Sometimes work makes me feel like this.

And by sometimes, I mean basically every day, frequently multiple times a day.  It’s a wonder I don’t get stabby sometimes, although the fact that I apologize to chairs when … Continue reading →

March 19, 2013 · Leave a comment

In a hideous dress, dyed shoes, and a floppy hat.

So here’s another chance to share random stories.  I’ve been trying for a while now to convince somebody to get married at Chuck-E Cheese’s, because I don’t know why.  Just … Continue reading →

March 18, 2013 · Leave a comment

I know his leg is going the wrong direction, but that’s how his knees bend.

March 17, 2013 · Leave a comment