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
I think there may be a few more installments in this little story. How do you make a GIF again?
Oh, Neurotic Owl. This is an even worse plan than the cat. “So many fuzzies!”
No big story for this one – I just thought the combination of fire and hammers would be a terrible plan for him.
His horseshoe didn’t go so well. Actually, thinking back, I may have drawn this one right after seeing Act 1 of Il Trovatore, so I imagine the Anvil Chorus … Continue reading
I swear I’ll mention mothers somewhere in here. Ranty ranty!
Which is a kind of abstinence, but not so much on purpose. If everyone could teach their children to be super awkward and nervous and leery of the gender they … Continue reading
In which I show you around my apartment – at least, the non-messy bits. Basically walls. Woo, exciting!
Like any virtual apartment tour, I’ve done some judicious cropping to hide what needs hiding. I’ve always wanted one of those homes where you walk in and instantly want to … Continue reading
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
Not the jazz you listen to, though. Obscure jazz. You can’t even handle this jazz.
I can’t help but feel like I’m a constant disappointment to my awesomely musical brother because I think I’m just not that aurally attuned. I connect best to music with … Continue reading
If you don’t get this reference and you’re American, then get off my lawn, you damn kids!
Sad but true story – last year I made a ‘You Bet Your Life’ joke to a community college theatre class, and they stared at me blankly. OK, fair enough, … Continue reading
In which hope flares again, briefly, then smashes on the ground like so much mint chocolate chip. Mixed metaphor, boom!
Actually, it’s a mixed simile. Is that a thing? I’m making that a thing. I feel like there should always be a sad trombone at the end of these little … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 