Neurotic Owl

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

Author Archives: naralesser

Dolls! Made of paper! Part 2.

The pale yellow tab is meant to lap behind her face, to help hold the wig in place.  There’ll be lots more of those on tomorrow’s dolls.  It’s hard making … Continue reading

April 7, 2014 · Leave a comment

Paper dolls! Part 1.

I think I’ll be rolling out the black and white ones first, then the colour versions — I’m planning to put both up on Redbubble and, I guess, Zazzle once … Continue reading

April 4, 2014 · Leave a comment

I didn’t post this one yet, right? Right? I can’t tell anymore.

Or the paper towels, or his tax forms.  Whatever.  Many of my books have little fang marks in the corners because Charlie does not approve of me reading instead of … Continue reading

April 3, 2014 · Leave a comment

Mmmmmm, it’s hedgehoglicious.

The real trick is not poking holes in the pasta.

April 2, 2014 · Leave a comment

Can I take the day off, too? Please? Pretty please with cartoon hedgehogs on top?

Because I apparently have inflammation around the nerve in my thigh, which is why it feels like a constant gentle burning, occasionally interspersed with a furious fucking burning and sometimes, … Continue reading

April 1, 2014 · Leave a comment

Buffering. Or maybe fluffering. Wait, no, that’s something else.

“The TV never needs to load.” – Lord Charlie Roundbelly of Lickington

March 31, 2014 · Leave a comment

See? It’s a happy one!

Which, if my friend V who coined this phrase could, in fact, make a mix for the orgasmic mushroom soup she fed us last weekend, I would not care what … Continue reading

March 28, 2014 · Leave a comment

This is infinitely creepier than I meant it to be. Also, FAQs!

Seriously, I was going for cute.  She’s not stealing the baby permanently, she just wants to hold it and sing to it and possibly sniff its head and play with … Continue reading

March 27, 2014 · Leave a comment

Actually, really frequent stress criers know that you do it INSIDE the stall, but I didn’t feel like drawing him on the toilet.

The sink is for when you’re pretty sure you’re done crying, so you go splash cold water on your face to try to look less like you’ve been hysterically sobbing, … Continue reading

March 26, 2014 · Leave a comment

Just cast a snowy owl, you!

This came up several times recently, both because underrepresentation of people of colour in theatre is always an issue, and because the opera company I work for announced next year’s … Continue reading

March 25, 2014 · Leave a comment