Neurotic Owl

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

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Reposting this one because I’m tired and sad and grumpy and not currently clinically depressed, so thank goodness for that.

  Sorry for the repost, y’all, but it’s been a rough week already and I have plenty of drawings, but none scanned.  Anyway, I’m having my delightful monthly reminder that … Continue reading

May 22, 2013 · Leave a comment

If you’re not familiar with tentacle hentai, this google search is about to get realllll awkward.

This is pretty darn similar to ‘. . . Meets Cthulhu’, but it’s kind of important that, in this case, the tentacles are coming up behind him.  I need a … Continue reading

May 10, 2013 · Leave a comment

The Hat I call Jayne

In honour of a certain asshat network who killed a certain awesome show, intending (and failing) to leave it all corpsified and gross, and are now intent on draining it … Continue reading

April 13, 2013 · Leave a comment

This cat is never going to stop being a terrible plan.

I’ve never been happier than when my vet asked if I wanted the time-release antibiotic shot for Charlie, or the daily medicine that I’d be in charge of giving him.  … Continue reading

April 8, 2013 · Leave a comment

I’m the king of the barn!

So, okay, this is somewhere between art related and movie joke, because I am nothing if not high-brow.  Speaking of movies I’ve never actually bothered to see all the way … Continue reading

April 3, 2013 · 1 Comment

He reeeeeally should have checked the Yelp reviews first.

Once again giving the ‘this won’t end well’ and ‘terrible ideas’ tags a workout.

March 20, 2013 · Leave a comment

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

March 18, 2013 · Leave a comment

wigglewigglewigglewigglewiggle yeah. He works out.

  And now that’s in your head.  Sorry.

February 26, 2013 · Leave a comment

This seemed like a Sunday kind of thing. (See? I know what day it is!)

. . . and was never heard from again.  For decades he wandered lost, subsisting on Swedish meatballs and lingonberry soda, praying for a Sherpa to show him the way … Continue reading

February 24, 2013 · 3 Comments

I feel like his initials may have let him down here.

So yes, I should have posted this in time for that holiday we had, but I drew it after the fact.  Anyone else remember making mailboxes or decorated bags for … Continue reading

February 21, 2013 · Leave a comment