Interstitial stuff and possibly worrying self description.
I’m behind on dragons between the rigours of cat sitting and going back to work and designing a show, but I am still planning at least 3 more — pan, … Continue reading
May their memories be a blessing.
A rerun today because I do have goofy headpieces to show you, but I don’t feel like it right now. Instead, some helpful hints re: non-Jews posting about the shooting. … Continue reading
And then there were dolls. And RAGE.
This is a very old project and I may or may not have posted it here before, but I really can’t stop staring at it lately. TW: stylized thingy relating … Continue reading
Goodbye, 2016. Can I have a pause button?
This is where I’m supposed to be all, “Ugh, 2016, die in a fire,” but I just can’t. This has been a scary and depressing and difficult damn year, … Continue reading
Ugh, today. Tomorrow I will be a rebel princess fighter again; today I am a lump of sad.
Speaking of our beloved General Organa, mental health care is yet another area threatened by Emperor Palpatine Orange Garbagefire and his shitty, shitty me-first fuck everyone look at my gold … Continue reading
So I’m not going to push anyone to take action today, because today is a shitty day and we all need an occasional day off. Personally, I started my day … Continue reading
A slightly Unfortunate drawing.
Actually this is one of my favourites so far (augh! self praise! get it off me!), it’s just that I realized after all of the main elements were laid out … Continue reading
You’re going to need more black crayons.
This is the bit where, if I were fancier, I would embed a video of LEGO Batman singing, but I am not with that knowledge. Use your imaginations, my sweet … Continue reading
Hi again.
I’m still in a pretty rough place mourning my Charlie. I go back and forth between numb and weepy, and every time I catch movement out of the corner of … 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
Neurotic Owl 