Neurotic Owl

flapping vaguely downward through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread

Tag Archives: personal stories you didn’t want to hear

Although my portfolio is primarily digital nowadays, it still feels just like this.

Just assume I’m covered in METAPHORICAL tape and paper shreds. Oh, hey, progress!  The living room is presentable!  Huzzah! Also, it’s not 2014 yet, so it still makes sense to … Continue reading

December 24, 2013 · Leave a comment

My wish is for a brawny manservant to whip my cheesecakes. Wait, that sounds weird.

Hi, everybody! (Hi, Doctor Nick!) I went to a super fun Browncoat holiday shindig last night, and then today I got up at the crack of ten and cleaned and … Continue reading

December 23, 2013 · 1 Comment

Eating. It keeps us alive.

You’d think that any relatively sane person who gets hypoglycemic would be able to remember that eating is important, but I am the worst at that, possibly because of that … Continue reading

December 20, 2013 · Leave a comment

Very few people bend that way, and even fewer owls.

This one happened because my awesome friends C and V brought back an illustrated pamphlet of ancient Mayan sex positions from a recent cruise, and some of the drawings were … Continue reading

December 16, 2013 · Leave a comment

Another 3-parter!

Teehee.  Cone of shame.  Just wait till tomorrow!     Speaking of shame, we’re having a leetle bit of family drama right now chez moi, which I’m absolutely not going … Continue reading

December 9, 2013 · Leave a comment

Something different for your Sunday.

So, I’ve been working on the railroad rebuilding my portfolio website, and I got to the part where I’m supposed to upload a photo of me, and eugh.  I always … Continue reading

December 9, 2013 · 4 Comments

Well, this is embarrassing.

I got nothing, y’all.  There are cartoons, but they’re not scanned yet, because I was working on my portfolio and that eats my brain and also my computer’s brain.  It’s … Continue reading

December 5, 2013 · Leave a comment

I’m tiiiiiired.

This is a repeat, but it’s what I need today, because I watched a movie last night that fucked my shit up and gave me terrible nightmares, and I’m both … Continue reading

November 23, 2013 · Leave a comment

Can you tell I’m a little rusty? I really am. Or maybe he just put on weight since I haven’t exercised him much lately.

Seriously, it’s amazing how much I lose the knack of drawing him after a few weeks off.  Anyway, this was drawn at that same art auction this weekend, when someone … Continue reading

November 21, 2013 · Leave a comment

Or possibly a dot. One of those.

I was actually at an art auction this weekend (proceeds benefit Project Row House!), and got to chatting with a few acquaintances/friends of acquaintances/random artists, all of whom know my … Continue reading

November 19, 2013 · Leave a comment