And he has wings of blue.
As am I — in fact, as of either tomorrow or Friday, I’m dyeing wool. Yaaaaaaaaay. . . sad trombone. The thing about dyeing is, usually if I fuck up, … Continue reading
Saturday! Once again, a reminder that I can actually draw something besides owl cartoons, and a word of warning about costume design.
So this is a rendering, aka the most fun part of designing a show 90% of the time. It’s not actually terribly well thought out as an image, since the … Continue reading
Blanket forts are about as close as I get to camping, too.
A broom to prop up your sheet, a pile of pillows, some good books — this is so much better than that kind with the scary bugs and scorpions and … Continue reading
I’m giving you a Saturday cartoon because I missed Friday. Also, I’m going to try to sell you things.
I may go wild and do a more traditional Saturday post tomorrow. Chaos! Insanity! Slight scheduling changes! I went to Ladies’ Night at Eighthththth Dimension Comics after work last night, … Continue reading
And now back to your regularly scheduled cartoons, which don’t have to rhyme.
Hooray! If I do eventually do a counting book with Manic Pixie Otter, remind me that doing it in rhymed couplets is a dumb plan. I’ll still do it, but … Continue reading
Fiiiinally, Neurotic Owlphabet: the part after 12. AKA the end.
I’m only 34, but I’m a darn crotchety 34. Just to be clear, the scary part of this isn’t the zombies — it’s being stuck at a dance party. Alone. … Continue reading
Neurotic Owlphapebet, part. . . 6? I think? Wait, a,b,c,d. . .
Hooray! It is six! Which means that we’re almost halfway, since 26 letters = 13 posts. I will be sad when this mini-project ends. Which is … Continue reading
Manic Pixie Otter Wants All the Things: the unveiling.
Because occasionally I title a post as exactly what it is. I know it’s late in the day, but here’s a project you probably forgot existed, completed! (You can’t see … Continue reading
Dude, when I do learn to ride a bike, there will be streamers and a basket and a bell. I’m basically Pheobe.
Phoebe from ‘Friends’, not Phoebe from Eight Cousins. I also make up really stupid songs for my cat. If you’re laughing now and wondering how a 34-year-old woman manages to … Continue reading
I think there may be a few more installments in this little story. How do you make a GIF again?
Oh, Neurotic Owl. This is an even worse plan than the cat. “So many fuzzies!”
Neurotic Owl 