Neurotic Owl

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

Tag Archives: anachronisms

The imaginary child I would never trade for candy.

As you may have noticed, I have a certain tendency to overthink children’s lit. And while I think we all agree that Edmund is terrible and he deserves no loyalty … Continue reading

June 1, 2015 · Leave a comment

More owls tomorrow — Anne of Green Gables today.

By the way, I’ve been adding these to this Pinterest board as I get them up for sale, if you ever just want to see them all at once for … Continue reading

May 20, 2015 · Leave a comment

Tarot: Now I’m just being silly. Cups 2 & 3.

You should really be listening to The Thrilling Adventure Hour.  Clink! ABK: “Party!”  MPO: “PARTY!”  NO: “Do you think this drink is safe?  I think I looked away from it … Continue reading

March 25, 2015 · Leave a comment

The United States of Tarot? Now I’m referencing things I haven’t even watched. Pentacles eight and nine.

Because once  changed the stonemason to a potter, there was just no choice.  I could hear ‘Unchained Melody’ in my head, and not the awful version from the awful stage … Continue reading

March 19, 2015 · Leave a comment

Tarot! And a sukkah! Four of wands.

Because I’m sorry, that is clearly a sukkah, with or without walls.  Which is fine — lots of cultures have a similar sort of harvest festival, so I’m not feeling … Continue reading

March 5, 2015 · 2 Comments

Tarot again? Two of wands.

I so rarely draw my characters from the back.

March 3, 2015 · Leave a comment

Tarot #5, The Hierophant

I’ll likely redo the lettering on this one, though it may take a while to get to it.  Actually, it may take a while to get to several things — … Continue reading

January 29, 2015 · Leave a comment

Advertising a teensy bit and Tarot card 0: The Fowl.

Hey everybody!  I just started a store on Teepublic, and any shirt design I add is only $14 for the first 72 hours (20 after).  So there’s only one design … Continue reading

January 19, 2015 · Leave a comment

Now kiss!

So, first, let me say that hardly any of my friends are ever guilty of this, so before anyone gets all butthurt, remember that it’s not you.  Also, I kind … Continue reading

January 15, 2015 · Leave a comment

Never RSVP to a cookie exchange before you know what that entails.

 There’s still dough in my freezer.  And flour in the crevices of my (awesome) hand mixer, because how do you get that out?  I can’t wash the engine-y bit, and … Continue reading

January 3, 2015 · 1 Comment