As long as she doesn’t try to snort it, we’re okay.
. . . because snorting pixie stix leads to pain and colourful snot. Kids, learn from the lessons of the 80s — the sugar dust goes in the mouth, not … Continue reading
How many times can I use the same pun? SO MANY.
I was sad when I drew the first necrotic owl because I had just used up the best neurotic owl pun I would ever come up with. Luckily, I’m not … Continue reading
Cue the extreme Gallagher fans.
I can’t help but think that I’m going to get shit for this from some huge Gallagher fans who strongly object to my referring to him as a prop comic, … Continue reading
If you can dodge a hurtling miniature owl, you can dodge a ball.
It’s the only sport for which an insane terror of getting hit by the ball is actually helpful.
In which I prove my nerd cred a teensy bit.
Of course, I took a photo last night of my cat watching Doctor Who, so I think further proof is unnecessary. If you could read this (which you can’t, … Continue reading
When I was little, my black Skipper doll was Artemis, so this is sort of a lateral move.
Also, Doctor Barbie was Aphrodite or Hera as needed; Ethiopian Princess Barbie was Demeter; and that same Skipper doubled up as Persephone. Jem played all of the male gods because … Continue reading
The final panda! Like the final countdown, but fuzzy. And reddish. And adorable.
Even moar pandas. . . that aren’t pandas. Darn my punctilious nature.
They trained them with a stick with a red ball on the end — touch the ball, get a treat. Was that already obvious?
He’s going to grow trees in Israel.
Isn’t it good to know, when we were collecting tzedakah in those little blue & white tin boxes, that it was going to help red pandas plant trees with adorable … Continue reading
MOAR PANDAS! (except not technically pandas)
You should expect to be deluged with these all week, after which he may or may not ever reappear. I got a little carried away the day of the zoo … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 