Next he’ll start talking about the Snowy Owl party he went to last week.
It’s Poe-licious. There’s an adjective I don’t use ofen enough.
Because there wasn’t room for “Quoth Neurotic Owl: Am I in the way? I mean, I can move. . . um. . . I don’t want to be a bother … Continue reading
In which I post a little something special for this, my 50th post, and then wonder what I’m doing with my life.
Not really. This blog brings me and all five of my readers a certain amount of joy, so yay blog. Aaaanyway. . . He reminds me of the owl. What … Continue reading
Manic Pixie Otter plays the spoons.
Who wants to be on the washboard?
In which Neurotic Owl pursues the arts, and the arts pursue someone else.
. . . and finds out he’s 6 months too late. Aww. Still, who doesn’t love Wales in February? Just kidding, I’d love Wales anytime. Anyone want to send me … Continue reading
And the first SCAer to critique his authenticity will make him cry. Or get the shiv, whatever.
In fact, this is heavily based on a gorgeous piece a friend of mine recently made for her husband. I should have gotten a copy of the picture from her, … Continue reading
wigglewigglewigglewigglewiggle yeah. He works out.
And now that’s in your head. Sorry.
This seemed like a Sunday kind of thing. (See? I know what day it is!)
. . . and was never heard from again. For decades he wandered lost, subsisting on Swedish meatballs and lingonberry soda, praying for a Sherpa to show him the way … Continue reading
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