Buffering. Or maybe fluffering. Wait, no, that’s something else.
“The TV never needs to load.” – Lord Charlie Roundbelly of Lickington
Actually, really frequent stress criers know that you do it INSIDE the stall, but I didn’t feel like drawing him on the toilet.
The sink is for when you’re pretty sure you’re done crying, so you go splash cold water on your face to try to look less like you’ve been hysterically sobbing, … Continue reading
Just cast a snowy owl, you!
This came up several times recently, both because underrepresentation of people of colour in theatre is always an issue, and because the opera company I work for announced next year’s … Continue reading
Hey, L? IT’S A THING NOW.
A few days back L coined the term ‘britster’ (like an Anglophile, but with more irony), and then was immediately horrified by what she had wrought and demanded that no … Continue reading
Mini-rant!
For the purposes of today, pretend he’s a lady owl, because while there certainly are a few men in the world who try to squeeze into the tiniest space possible … Continue reading
Happy non-Irish-people-getting-drunk-and-pretending-to-be-Irish day!
This is a repeat, but it’s an appropriate repeat, plus I’m about to give you a new one too, so quit your whining. By the way, can we have a … Continue reading
I wanted to make you wait for the second part and post a picture of owl, otter, and hedgehog eating pie for Pi day, but I was tired last night.
Maybe I’ll do a biiiig drawing of all of my characters having a pie party and then save it for next year, except I’m bad at saving things, so I’ll … Continue reading
Will he finally get his ice cream? Stay tuned. . .
Come back tomorrow! Same owl time, same owl channel! How will you live with the suspense?!?!?!?!? If I were awesome, I’d dig through the archive and link to all of … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 