Neurotic Owl

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

Tag Archives: anachronisms

Paper dolls! But unusually specific ones.

I told some friends I would do this AGES ago, but I was wrapped up in Tarot cards at the time and it’s taken me this long to circle back … Continue reading

August 19, 2015 · Leave a comment

She can’t be a witch. She weighs more than a duck.

Who else loves ‘The Witch of Blackbird Pond’?  Kit is just so delightful and strong minded and feisty and ok, super wrongheaded about at least one very important issue, but … Continue reading

August 7, 2015 · 1 Comment

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Lizzie Bennett is awesome.

Well, almost universally acknowledged, since I know a few people who still don’t like Austen (M!!!!!).  NOT EVEN THE FILM VERSIONS.  I asked, because sometimes, when a book is a … Continue reading

July 29, 2015 · Leave a comment

This one’s not depressing! YAY!

How much do we all just want to watch a show where Liz Ten runs around double-fisting guns and generally swashing her buckle?  SO MUCH.  Ooh, wait, and Captain Jack … Continue reading

July 2, 2015 · Leave a comment

Amelia Pond. It’s like a name out of a fairytale.

June 30, 2015 · Leave a comment

And now we break for chubby Jewish Wonder Woman.

Photo by Mari Ferguson And a table full of shinies. Remember a long time ago, when I started the whole Wonder Woman plan?  Probably not, especially if you’re new here, … Continue reading

June 26, 2015 · 3 Comments

Why was six afraid of seven? Because Seven assimilated EVERYBODY.

I’m pretty sure that’s not how that joke works. My friends who’ve seen me lately have already heard this, so sorry, friends.  You can probably skip the boring words part. … Continue reading

June 25, 2015 · Leave a comment

Did you know that she fought the great blind white alligator in the sewers of London?

Hunter:  she’s kickass.  She’s amazing.  She’s morally ambiguous. She could probably stand to lighten up just a teensy bit.

June 24, 2015 · Leave a comment

This is apparently my week for mash-ups.

It’s sort of delightful when a years-old joke about how much I wanted to see Lady Mary puppeteering Mr. Pamuk’s corpse around the Abbey all weekend, trying to avoid anyone … Continue reading

June 12, 2015 · Leave a comment

And then the opposition gets their say.

True story:  when I was little and started reading the Narnia books, my mom sat me down and explained that they were very good books, but they were about a … Continue reading

June 2, 2015 · Leave a comment