There’ll be cartoons tomorrow, I swear.
A year and a month ago, I wrote this. Never say I don’t keep at least a few of my promises. And the truth is? I felt pretty decent wearing … Continue reading
And yet another holiday goes by that I don’t know how to buy a card for.
Because Father’s/Mother’s/whatever day comes with two choices in cards: super sentimental (“You’re the bestest dad in the whole wide world! You were always there for me and did everything right … Continue reading
This one’s all poky and ouchy and sad.
Not entirely coincidentally, I’m working on replacing my possibly 15 year old twin mattress with a nice new full, like the grownups have. I’m also trying to work with my … Continue reading
In the continuing list of inanimate objects and other non-human things I’ve said I’d marry.
Those would be my black heels, which were worn out five years ago, but are so freaking comfortable that I just can’t let them go until I’ve found a suitable … Continue reading
Today will not be funny or cheerful. Sorry.
So there’s a thing I haven’t talked about here yet, but this new character means that I sort of need to address it. As with all of the other intensely … Continue reading
Oh, look! A post! It’s like I’m reliable or something. Mostly or something.
I’m just going to leave this here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpiIWMWWVco It’s clearly not the best quality video, but this is the first version I remember from mah childhood (except in black and … Continue reading
Moooooon Chiiiiiiiild!
It’s Thursday, which apparently means that old stuff is acceptable, which is excellent timing because I just last night finished reading The Neverending Story and SOMEBODY ELSE READ IT SO … Continue reading
Um. . . so. . . right.
I got nothing, y’all. I was out last night watching Das Rheingold: Zardoz v. Barbarella* of all things, and I realized this morning that I haven’t uploaded the colour dolls … Continue reading
I didn’t post this one yet, right? Right? I can’t tell anymore.
Or the paper towels, or his tax forms. Whatever. Many of my books have little fang marks in the corners because Charlie does not approve of me reading instead of … Continue reading
Can I take the day off, too? Please? Pretty please with cartoon hedgehogs on top?
Because I apparently have inflammation around the nerve in my thigh, which is why it feels like a constant gentle burning, occasionally interspersed with a furious fucking burning and sometimes, … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 