Also, she’s pretty fond of Cap’n Tightpants. Not that way, though – she reserves her naughty feelings for uptight doctors.
Confused? You should watch more Firefly.
By the way, I lurve P’s blue period. Also quite fond of the rose.
I don’t so much get Cubism; I mean, I get it, I understand what he was doing and why and it makes sense, it just doesn’t move me on an … Continue reading
The unicorn asked that his face not be shown for personal reasons. His name is Buttercup McFoofytail, though, so I blame his parents.
. . . and nothing bad happens to him at all. No, really. This particular adventure has no horrible twist, other than the fact that he spent his delightful unicorn … Continue reading
Did I not post yet today? I think I’m subconsciously trying to pretend it’s still Saturday.
Oops. Been a little busy with job applications and groceries and shrinky dinks and suchlike. Anyhoo, another day, another terrible life choice. Red cape, in the woods, on your … Continue reading
In which he continues his musical adventures.
Of course he’s Peter Criss. Who else could he be? Drums seemed a little too badass, though, so he gets a toy drum and the triangle. . . and now … Continue reading
Did I mention that I work for an opera company?
I dare you not to sing that in your head. On a semi-connected note (clowns), I just started listening to the Thrilling Adventure Hour podcast and #5 is the best … Continue reading
I did another Passover drawing last night, but it’s not scanned yet.
wings. scissors. whatever.