Neurotic Owl

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

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Because who doesn’t want a frilly dress and combat boots?

Oops.  I meant to remove that extra pen line on her arm and forgot, and now it looks like she has something really weird going on there.  It’s my attention … Continue reading →

January 9, 2015 · Leave a comment

This is just my week for drawing excess, isn’t it? I should have added more hams.

I’m sure there are plenty of other things you can spiral slice, and I’m equally sure that I’ll find out in due course as V uses her spiral slicer on … Continue reading →

January 8, 2015 · Leave a comment

And never, ever gets better, apparently.

 Not entirely coincidentally, I’m theoretically over my stupid damn cold, but the occasional cough and head full of mucous are going nowhere.  You are not welcome here, snot fairy.  Take … Continue reading →

November 19, 2014 · Leave a comment

And then some more random.

This may require moderate explanation.  Basically, anyone who’s done a modicum of modern dance will be familiar with the Martha Graham hand position – cupped palm, pulled back at the … Continue reading →

November 18, 2014 · Leave a comment

And now for something completely random.

There was a logic chain here, but I can’t remember where it started — I just know that it ended with my requesting unicorns riding sharks, and then somebody (I … Continue reading →

November 15, 2014 · Leave a comment

As long as she doesn’t try to snort it, we’re okay.

. . . because snorting pixie stix leads to pain and colourful snot.  Kids, learn from the lessons of the 80s — the sugar dust goes in the mouth, not … Continue reading →

October 20, 2014 · Leave a comment

When I was little, my black Skipper doll was Artemis, so this is sort of a lateral move.

Also, Doctor Barbie was Aphrodite or Hera as needed; Ethiopian Princess Barbie was Demeter; and that same Skipper doubled up as Persephone.  Jem played all of the male gods because … Continue reading →

October 10, 2014 · Leave a comment

The final panda! Like the final countdown, but fuzzy. And reddish. And adorable.

October 9, 2014 · Leave a comment

Even moar pandas. . . that aren’t pandas. Darn my punctilious nature.

  They trained them with a stick with a red ball on the end — touch the ball, get a treat.  Was that already obvious?

October 8, 2014 · Leave a comment

He’s going to grow trees in Israel.

Isn’t it good to know, when we were collecting tzedakah in those little blue & white tin boxes, that it was going to help red pandas plant trees with adorable … Continue reading →

October 7, 2014 · Leave a comment