It’s an eye-searing world of horror. And dolphins. And Trapper-Keepers.
Happy non-Irish-people-getting-drunk-and-pretending-to-be-Irish day!
This is a repeat, but it’s an appropriate repeat, plus I’m about to give you a new one too, so quit your whining. By the way, can we have a … Continue reading
She still doesn’t need glasses. She just likes wearing them.
Not because her answers are always right, but because there is nothing as gross as writing in pencil on newsprint. Eugh. It’s like mayonnaise and tapioca and cream cheese’s grossness … Continue reading
I meant to put this one up Saturday, so that it immediately followed the Kool-Aid man, but clearly I didn’t do that.
Oops. Admit it, you always suspected this, right? Right.
Still headed to a place. You’ll know when we get there.
But in the meantime, let me just say that the reason I keep claiming not to be collecting owls is because I did have a doll collection as a child … Continue reading
Speaking of crossplay:
She looks oddly natural with a cigar. By the way, at some point soonish I’m planning to make paper dolls of Neurotic Owl, Manic Pixie Otter, and Food Truck Hedgehog, … Continue reading
Because a princess with a blaster is pretty great, but who doesn’t want a light saber?
My wish is for a brawny manservant to whip my cheesecakes. Wait, that sounds weird.
Hi, everybody! (Hi, Doctor Nick!) I went to a super fun Browncoat holiday shindig last night, and then today I got up at the crack of ten and cleaned and … Continue reading
She should probably lay off the hair products altogether.
On the other hand, it looks kind of fun being poofy. She could fall over and just sort of bounce gently, like a small child in a puffy coat.
Neurotic Owl 