I swear I’m not an owl hoarder.
Remember when, shortly after I started this blogtoon, I said that I don’t collect owls, am not obsessed with owls, and don’t want to end up owning thousands of owl … Continue reading →
Teehee. Blushing owls are the cutest owls.
So, I have been known to read the occasional romance novel, particularly if it’s a. by Georgette Heyer, or b. involves some combination of the Regency period, girls disguised as … Continue reading →
New character!
I know, I’m breaking the mold by doing a human (who isn’t besotted with a douchebag unicorn), but here’s how this happened. I was visiting I and M with my … Continue reading →
TRIGGER WARNING if you’re a hair puller.
I swear I’m not this bad — I get obsessive about snapping off split ends, which is why I really need to keep up with haircuts, and while I don’t … Continue reading →
Prepare yourself for ranting.
(This is an old cartoon, but it suits my topic for today) So I had fun at Space City Con this weekend, although more hanging out with my friends and … Continue reading →
If I were braver, this is where I’d show you a picture of my hands, but I’m not.
Suffice it to say that I still bite my nails, a lot. Oh, by the way, sorry I’ve been away for a few days — I was at a science … Continue reading →
Here’s someone we haven’t seen in a while.
Has anyone else ever watched a children’s show called ‘Big, Big World’? It’s great. There’s a giant sloth puppet who’s a leetle bit stoned-seeming all the time and an intensely … Continue reading →
Some New Year’s thoughts that are probably depressing, so you should probably go read something else instead. Probably.
Events which I will not go into and also just that regular Gregorian New Year’s stock-taking that we’re all so fond of have me back on this thing, so naturally … Continue reading →
Sgraffito Owl has a scratchy throat.
But I don’t! I seem to have avoided the plague that was a circulating through my workplace a few weeks ago, so yay! Take that, coworkers who constantly tell me … Continue reading →
Because the tendency to leap out of the way when someone else heads for the same chair as you is not what that game is about.
Y’all, there was a game of musical chairs at my work Christmas party that seemed likely to dissolve into bloodshed at any moment. I was actually thrilled to be out … Continue reading →