You know those days when you’re in the parking garage, putting on eye makeup quick like a bunny in the mirror, and then you realize that you need to pluck your eyebrows SOOOO badly, but you have no tweezers?
Those are crazy-making days.
I’m not gonna lie, y’all, when I was in middle- and high-school, the dance company I was in junior company/apprenticed to used a LOT of Kenny G. Also, a ton … Continue reading
What? You think that luxuriant beard just happens? Obviously temperamentally he’s a Hobbit, but Hobbits rarely get to practice their french-braiding skills.
I was in a mood yesterday. What can I say? Oh, right, this: He looks awfully cheery, doesn’t he? I totally got the dry-erase-mustache-on-cone-of-shame idea from the Bloggess, and, while … Continue reading
Today on Neurotic Owl, we find out whether you can really make a bomb out of bat guano and fruit loops.
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
Sad but true story – last year I made a ‘You Bet Your Life’ joke to a community college theatre class, and they stared at me blankly. OK, fair enough, … Continue reading
I usually assume y’all will either get my references or Google them, but this one has caused enough confusion amongst them as has seen it that I will do your … Continue reading
Since he’s a tenor, he just sings the ‘tu-whit, tu-whoo’ line. He did try to grow a mustache, but it made him look like this guy: Who I am currently … Continue reading