One of us! One of us!
It’s hard to see, because everything is a black line and I forgot that I have silver Sharpies, but he’s playing the triangle. It was that or a comb and … Continue reading
November 25, 2014 · 2 Comments
He should probably be wearing Uggs and drinking a pumpkin spice latte.
November 24, 2014 · Leave a comment
Who doesn’t love math jokes?
Speaking of which, have we all read this? I found it as a kid in one of my dad’s books (possibly a Frederick Pohl? Maybe?) and I’ve never stopped finding … Continue reading
November 20, 2014 · 4 Comments
I think I drew him fatter than usual, but despots do generally get the best food, so why not?
November 14, 2014 · Leave a comment
On loving problematic things — or things created by problematic douchebags.
Two things happened to put me in this headspace: Jenny Trout wrote an excellent post about her own struggle with art vs. artist, and this particular rhyme for ‘neurotic’ popped … Continue reading
November 13, 2014 · Leave a comment
And needs a fainting couch.
I don’t recall where I picked up ‘neurasthenic’ — doubtless a Victorian novel of some description, since it wasn’t one of the many ways I died playing Oregon Trail. Typhoid, … Continue reading
November 12, 2014 · Leave a comment
Neurotic Owl 