So, yeah. Clearly today is actually Saturday. Good job, me.
So I had yesterday off work and thus, despite knowing it was Friday, posted as if it were Saturday because brains, not so much. The Queen of Hearts thinks that … Continue reading
This quote just came up in conversation on a friend’s facebook, and I couldn’t resist.
Also, now I can’t stop hearing Michael Dorn reading ‘Go the Fuck to Sleep’ in my head. It’s a long story.
His name is Schadenfreude Von Owlingen until someone gives me a better one.
In a related note, that’s totally my great-grandpa’s mustache. Although I think Uncle Joe may have upstaged him with the ‘stache/eyebrow combination. Not actually my uncle I don’t think, probably … Continue reading
Bonus post! In which I try to sell you stuff. I mean, not hard, since I make less than a dollar from these, but still.
http://www.zazzle.com/neurotic_owl_sticks_to_your_fridge_magnets-160915074794174034 Basically, this: on a magnet. Painfully literal, thy name is Neurotic Owl.
Honestly, that ‘martini’ is actually a Shirley Temple, because those are delicious.
Also, the gun’s made of chocolate. And he doesn’t so much seduce enemy agents as get nervous and start randomly free-associating. He does have a license to kill mice, though.
See? I said this wouldn’t end well. Should have had her spayed, you silly owl.
Seriously, folks. Spay and neuter your pets, cause that poor cat in heat howling outside my window every night is just confusing the crap out of Charlie. He knows she … Continue reading
When I finally learn to ride a bike, it will probably be with this level of bravado and daring.
Neurotic Owl doesn’t let your gender norms determine his cosplay.
Saturday! Time for another break from owls and their neuroses.
The first two pages were originally published in ‘Contemporary Doll Collector’, February-March 2009, but the others have never seen the light of day (except when I flip through my old … Continue reading