Please don’t steal shoes from dead witches, because then someone will have to steal your shoes off your body three times, and that seems challenging.
Seriously, who could resist sparkly red shoes, right? Even off a corpse? OK, most people, probably. It’s a shame my scanner doesn’t really pick up glitter. I didn’t even try … Continue reading
You should probably avoid food that makes demands on you.
And can I just say that it’s really hard to draw stripey socks on tiny owl legs? That’s all. Oh, and if he thinks he’s going to use Food Truck … Continue reading
Sometimes you have to revise your expectations downward.
Of course, since he just flashy-thinged you, you won’t remember this post.
He might need some help.
The gym at my workplace has several Nautilus machines, and I regularly use the ab-crunchy one and the leg pressy one and the arm one where you bring your arms … Continue reading
Badly. Plays the sax badly.
I’m not gonna lie, y’all, when I was in middle- and high-school, the dance company I was in junior company/apprenticed to used a LOT of Kenny G. Also, a ton … Continue reading
What we have here is a fundamental misunderstanding of food names.
In which I obsess about completely meaningless things. Again.
I was so close to calling it quits on this and saying that I was out of ideas, and then the night before last I drew SOOO MANY cartoons, so … Continue reading
Reruns and riding hoods.
Ummm. . . so. . . I was not so much with the scanning last night because I got busy fixing the problems with my Rogue costume for an event … Continue reading
I drew on the walls. It was delightful.
One of the many delights of Houston + my friends is the arts community. So, Saturday I went with my buddies to the Lawndale Art Center, where they had covered … Continue reading
This is late, and also possibly the wrong sport. Yay me!
Because I really only care about yearly sporting events if they involve puppies. Or kittens. Or ocelots. Is that a thing? That should be a thing.
Neurotic Owl 