Because sometimes you just want to snap together Legos.
Building things with Legos is creative and great, but there’s also something soothing for me about just snapping the bricks together and taking them apart. Don’t ask me why. Also, … Continue reading
January — now with colour and a fox that looks like a fox!
Muuuuch better.
Did I say that these would be loosely themed to the months? Because when I say loosely, I mean so tenously that I’m clearly just making excuses to draw whatever I want.
Charles Dodgson was born in January. There! Reasons! And, ok, I’m missing out on the chance to draw a New Year’s party, but I feel like that wouldn’t look terribly … Continue reading
If I were in charge of a country or principality or dark empire or whatever, I would want a throne made of pillows.
Pointy thrones made of swords may make you look badass, but the effect will be negated somewhat when you have to sit on one of those inflatable rubber donut dealies. … Continue reading
The good news is, I posted today! And probably will tomorrow! No guarantees for the rest of the week, though.
. . . to be continued.
Is it a curse to be a swan by day and an owl by night? Probably not so much.
As you may have guessed, I just saw Swan Lake at the Houston Ballet this weekend. I’ve seen it before — 3 or 4 times, I think — but I … Continue reading
Just to be clear, snowy owls are the minority, since most owls are brown. I am not making Neurotic Owl a horrible racist, just a guilty liberal.
This is a rerun, of course, because I realized a thing and I am ashamed and the other cartoons I have queued don’t really serve to EXPOSE MY SHAME. So … Continue reading
LIBRARY. Land of books I don’t have to pay for! And also audiobooks!
And oh, this past weekend when I went to the library they had ‘The Ocean at the End of the Lane’, and it’s WONderful (and also mildly triggery if you … Continue reading
I feel Vulcan, Oh so Vulcan, I’m revokin’ emotion right now!
Not really, but sing it to the tune of ‘I Feel Pretty’, and then write the next bit, please. That’s all I’ve got.
And now I’m picturing Manic Pixie Otter smashing out the window of her car, all sexy like. Theoretically.
Because no one can argue that Patrick Swayze wasn’t sexy as all get out in that movie, but the window smashing? That’s just poor planning. Use your disadvantaged street kid … Continue reading
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