This quote just came up in conversation on a friend’s facebook, and I couldn’t resist.
Also, now I can’t stop hearing Michael Dorn reading ‘Go the Fuck to Sleep’ in my head. It’s a long story.
Is it a facepalm if you’re using a wing?
That’s your sister! Stop it! You should not be looking at that girl like that because she’s malnourished and possibly suffering from Stockholm syndrome, told you not to, and YOUR … Continue reading
The Cat in the Hat
Happy Saturday, y’all! I found Waldo! I know this looks vaguely photoshopped, but it’s just a very shiny plastic hat from an M&Ms ornament. He has this awesome habit of … Continue reading
His name is Schadenfreude Von Owlingen until someone gives me a better one.
In a related note, that’s totally my great-grandpa’s mustache. Although I think Uncle Joe may have upstaged him with the ‘stache/eyebrow combination. Not actually my uncle I don’t think, probably … Continue reading
In which I talk about serious shit because it’s my blog and you can’t stop me.
So if you don’t know about the silver ribbon, go read this: http://thebloggess.com/2012/01/the-fight-goes-on/ Then go ahead and read everything else The Bloggess has written, because that shit’s hilarious. ‘Sokay, I’ll … Continue reading
Bonus post! In which I try to sell you stuff. I mean, not hard, since I make less than a dollar from these, but still.
http://www.zazzle.com/neurotic_owl_sticks_to_your_fridge_magnets-160915074794174034 Basically, this: on a magnet. Painfully literal, thy name is Neurotic Owl.
30th post, y’all! I’m not a well person.
I thought I owed you guys something special for this semi-momentous occasion. Of course, it’s only coincidence that this comes directly after his first try at babysitting.
I should draw baby owls more often.
So usually I don’t do much to these in Photoshop beyond adding the frame and taking out that stupid smudge I can’t get off of my scanner screen, but … Continue reading
Honestly, that ‘martini’ is actually a Shirley Temple, because those are delicious.
Also, the gun’s made of chocolate. And he doesn’t so much seduce enemy agents as get nervous and start randomly free-associating. He does have a license to kill mice, though.
