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
Not the jazz you listen to, though. Obscure jazz. You can’t even handle this jazz.
I can’t help but feel like I’m a constant disappointment to my awesomely musical brother because I think I’m just not that aurally attuned. I connect best to music with … Continue reading
Eep.
So yesterday started off slow — I was going to go to my parents’ house, do laundry, visit Skippy the Cat and (if she’d let me) Meg the Grumpy … Continue reading
In a hideous dress, dyed shoes, and a floppy hat.
So here’s another chance to share random stories. I’ve been trying for a while now to convince somebody to get married at Chuck-E Cheese’s, because I don’t know why. Just … Continue reading
Manic Pixie Otter plays the spoons.
Who wants to be on the washboard?
His name is Schadenfreude Von Owlingen until someone gives me a better one.
In a related note, that’s totally my great-grandpa’s mustache. Although I think Uncle Joe may have upstaged him with the ‘stache/eyebrow combination. Not actually my uncle I don’t think, probably … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 