You don’t want to know the time I had figuring out his profile.
I imagine we all knew that, sooner or later, I’d be taking advantage of the resemblance, right? For his first feature length project, Neurotic Owl will be presenting a delightful … Continue reading
Just call him Amelia Owlheart.
He’ll be okay. His mom packed him a lunch.
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
Even my cartoon owl is better at flirting than me.
Yeah, baby. He’s a sexy beast.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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