Bangarang, good sir.
I’m saving what was going to be today’s cartoon for tomorrow, because Robin Williams died yesterday and I just can’t with the jokes right now. It’s not just that I … Continue reading
Rococo dresses are like potato chips. You can’t have just one.
Also, they’re ruffly. And possibly salty, based on the difficulty of cleaning. Forget I said that last bit, it’s gross. True, but gross. Because swinging is super fun, but … Continue reading
#notallqueens
Have any of y’all ever been to Le Petit Hameau, Marie Antoinette’s faux-peasant play village? I got to visit it in high school, and it’s gorgeous and charming and so … Continue reading
Which was the term in his day, so stop giving me side-eye.
Aaaand here‘s a nice page on Poiret, one of the earlier designers to just plain ignore what humans are shaped like in favour of whatever oddly flanged column he felt … Continue reading
Special request! Which I sort of failed at.
A certain friend who shall be forever (or at least for this post) know as Lrequested a cartoon with this caption, with Neurotic Owl running off to an adventure. Simple, … Continue reading
This would be wilder, but my scanner understands neon orange gel pen as pale pink. I forgot that.
You saw this coming, right?
I won’t belabor the point, because I’ve said this before. When it comes to choosing the bravest character in my cast of weirdos, Neurotic Owl will always win hands down, … Continue reading
True, loyal, unafraid of toil? Check.
Because he cleans his truck thoroughly and often, because he (or his human avatar) will invent bacon wrapped churros with salted caramel dipping sauce when he says he will, and … Continue reading
Because Schadenfreude Seahorse is a jerk.
By the way, Slytherin? Your house crest is easily the biggest pain in the ass to draw. This is not improving my outlook on how much you suck. Please, feel … Continue reading
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