Neurotic Owl

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

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

Happy 5774! (Or, y’know, random day of 2013, if you’re all Gregorian and shit.)

‘All Gregorian And Shit’ is my new band name.  So if you haven’t spent the last day or so eating brisket and tsimmes and challah with honey and apples with … Continue reading →

September 6, 2013 · Leave a comment

Ewww, greasy otter. Wait, does that sound like a euphemism?

Greasy pixie otter wants a hug! New euphemism Wednesday w00t!  (That’s not a thing.  Yet.)  Sorry, A, for turning your pain into a cartoon, and also for calling you Snape.  … Continue reading →

September 4, 2013 · Leave a comment

Oops. I forgot to scan drawings last night.

So you get nothing.  Nothing!  NOTHING! I’ll aim to post when I get home from work, but I may get too busy on the show I’m designing and run out … Continue reading →

September 3, 2013 · Leave a comment

Makeup by Adobe, of course.

This actually does relate back to that museum trip — there was another really nice exhibit of photo manipulation before Photoshop, starting with novelty and art photographs from the Victorian … Continue reading →

September 2, 2013 · Leave a comment

Saturday! Time for linkseseseses.

So I realize not everybody has the option of seeing Turrell’s work in person, and that’s a shame, since it just isn’t the same on film.  Still, since this is … Continue reading →

August 31, 2013 · Leave a comment

Art owls! Huzzah!

Since I mentioned the Turrell exhibit yesterday (and, I think, misspelled his name), I thought we’d start with this one. Also, another favourite poem for you:   Nobody heard him, … Continue reading →

August 28, 2013 · Leave a comment

His mother named him Lance, but we call him Socially.

So this one was another special request, and sorry in advance, friends who’ve already seen it on Facebook!  Basically, I was at a party with friends taking pictures of Tiddles … Continue reading →

August 22, 2013 · Leave a comment

Evil, evil bananas.

If you aren’t a supertaster, then you don’t know the joy of making a beautiful chocolate banana smoothie, taking that first big sip, and going, “Mmmm.  Chocolate, nanner. . . … Continue reading →

August 18, 2013 · 1 Comment

I should illustrate children’s books. Ideally, ones that involve axes.

So I was at my parents’ house, taking advantage of their washing machine and cable and adorable kitties and watching the cooking channel with my dad, because that is a … Continue reading →

August 16, 2013 · Leave a comment

Does anyone else refer to kneading as ‘making biscuits’?

Seriously, I just heard that phrase this summer, and it’s both charming and baffling.  It’s a lovely bit of imagery, but it seems like a thing you say once — … Continue reading →

August 15, 2013 · Leave a comment