Dolls, dolls, dolls.
I didn’t buy this one, so she doesn’t count against the ‘I don’t collect dolls’ tally! Or, actually, I did buy her, but back in 1997 or so, so she’s … Continue reading
Dance, ballerina! Or whoever, really.
Going to dance performances can be hard for me. I’m not as sad as I used to be that I had to give up dancing, because I’m 37 years old … Continue reading
Shake a tailfeather!
One of my friends found this glorious photo of a great horned owl being ADORABLY threatening: (Photo by Deanna Butler, found here.) . . . and pointed out that it looks … Continue reading
I have seen the future, and it is FLUFFEH.
Remember back at the end of September, when a cat adopted me? So it’s been a while, and stuff has obviously changed. Charlie is shrinking, which freaks me right out … Continue reading
And now a leetle story.
Some of you already know this. Sorry. Once upon a time, in a land called my apartment, I was looking at Twitter to see whether it was really interesting enough … Continue reading
If you even THINK about burning a library down, I will cut you.
Hypatia (of a few different places, really) is mostly remembered as a brilliant philosopher and mathematician, and as a rational person murdered by an irrational religious mob. Seems like a … Continue reading
It’s only forever, but not long enough.
I was going to post Amelia Earhart today, but I’m too sad about David Bowie. I’m sure you know by now that he’s died/gone back to his home planet/turned into … Continue reading
Never has there been a more appropriate use of the ‘this won’t end well’ tag.
Before some dipshit says it, understanding radiation better leads to dying from exposure LESS, so thanks, Marie! Also, there’s another quote from her basically saying, “If you give me a … Continue reading
Look, I didn’t draw nipples!
And let me tell you, Josephine Baker always looked fabulous, but picking a costume with covered tits really helped narrow down he options. Josephine Baker, I would like to retroactively … Continue reading
SCARY art.
True story — my mom took me with her to a Frida Kahlo retrospective when I was maybe 7 years old? And in her defense, she wasn’t actually familiar with … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 