In which he continues his musical adventures.
Of course he’s Peter Criss. Who else could he be? Drums seemed a little too badass, though, so he gets a toy drum and the triangle. . . and now … Continue reading
‘My Owline, Sweet Owline’
Since he’s a tenor, he just sings the ‘tu-whit, tu-whoo’ line. He did try to grow a mustache, but it made him look like this guy: Who I am currently … Continue reading
To be clear, Neurotic Owls are the shy ones.
Poor Neurotic Owl. He’s intimidated by owls in glasses. And owls without glasses. And owls with contacts. But at least he doesn’t claim to be ‘too nice to get owls’.
This cat is never going to stop being a terrible plan.
I’ve never been happier than when my vet asked if I wanted the time-release antibiotic shot for Charlie, or the daily medicine that I’d be in charge of giving him. … Continue reading
Shhhhhhhhhh.
I actually did this at Pesach when a certain relative of mine would NOT stop talking at me, but it’s frequently the case. One of several reasons I had trouble … Continue reading
But his knees don’t hate him.
So this happened a few weeks ago at intermission of a friend’s concert, when the people I was sitting with and I randomly started discussing all the things that are … Continue reading
And no, I didn’t see this movie either.
This is really something of a preview — I think I’m going to do this one again on a mini canvas and paint it so that I can get the … Continue reading
I’m the king of the barn!
So, okay, this is somewhere between art related and movie joke, because I am nothing if not high-brow. Speaking of movies I’ve never actually bothered to see all the way … Continue reading
And now I’m thinking about the Van Gogh-Doctor Who episode again, and now I has a sad.
Hopefully this comes across in the scan – I really did paint this quite thickly, wet on wet, with a mix of acrylics and gesso. I want to do even … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 