Neurotic Owl

flapping vaguely downward through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread

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Just call him Amelia Owlheart.

He’ll be okay.  His mom packed him a lunch.

May 6, 2013 · Leave a comment

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

May 5, 2013 · 2 Comments

Even my cartoon owl is better at flirting than me.

Yeah, baby.  He’s a sexy beast.

May 3, 2013 · Leave a comment

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

May 2, 2013 · Leave a comment

It was a very small dragon, but still:

Remember, it’s not whether you win, lose, or turn into a charred pile of feathers: it’s how hard you try. And that’s the sort of logic that causes you to … Continue reading

May 1, 2013 · Leave a comment

This is for a friend, which is why the little hat, but I know more than a few IT folk. . .

So, true story, while I’m usually pretty self-sufficient with this glowing box I’m currently typing into, occasionally I need help.  And, okay, usually the thing I need help with is … Continue reading

April 30, 2013 · Leave a comment

I actually didn’t have one of these nights last night, but I am all too familiar with them.

What do you guys do to turn off your brain?  My go-to is reading, but that has its own perils – if the book’s not good enough, I’ll keep getting … Continue reading

April 29, 2013 · 1 Comment

Saturday! Time for sparklies.

Among the many hobbies/crafts/idiosyncracies that have forced me to admit to Manic Pixie Dreamgirl tendencies is the fact that I make shrinky-dink jewelry.  Like this: Most of these are necklace … Continue reading

April 27, 2013 · Leave a comment

By the way, I lurve P’s blue period. Also quite fond of the rose.

I don’t so much get Cubism; I mean, I get it, I understand what he was doing and why and it makes sense, it just doesn’t move me on an … Continue reading

April 26, 2013 · Leave a comment

The unicorn asked that his face not be shown for personal reasons. His name is Buttercup McFoofytail, though, so I blame his parents.

. . . and nothing bad happens to him at all.  No, really.  This particular adventure has no horrible twist, other than the fact that he spent his delightful unicorn … Continue reading

April 25, 2013 · Leave a comment