And he has wings of blue.
As am I — in fact, as of either tomorrow or Friday, I’m dyeing wool. Yaaaaaaaaay. . . sad trombone. The thing about dyeing is, usually if I fuck up, … Continue reading
Saturday! Once again, a reminder that I can actually draw something besides owl cartoons, and a word of warning about costume design.
So this is a rendering, aka the most fun part of designing a show 90% of the time. It’s not actually terribly well thought out as an image, since the … Continue reading
I’m giving you a Saturday cartoon because I missed Friday. Also, I’m going to try to sell you things.
I may go wild and do a more traditional Saturday post tomorrow. Chaos! Insanity! Slight scheduling changes! I went to Ladies’ Night at Eighthththth Dimension Comics after work last night, … Continue reading
Neurotic Owlphabet, part 11.
He borrowed the compact from Manic Pixie Otter. Obviously an owl would never own a leopard print compact. That would just be silly. So different people react to things … Continue reading
Don’t read this one if you have needle or clown issues. Also, this is Neurotic Owlphabet part 10. Three left!
I was careful to draw two clowns with one axe, so yes, the caption is accurate. If you didn’t already know it, I am totally that person. Also, I used … Continue reading
Neurotic Owlphapebet, part. . . 6? I think? Wait, a,b,c,d. . .
Hooray! It is six! Which means that we’re almost halfway, since 26 letters = 13 posts. I will be sad when this mini-project ends. Which is … Continue reading
But when he does, he clearly drinks far too much.
I can sympathize today. In case you thought I was constantly bitching and moaning about my physical ailments, I’d just like to point out that my neck’s been in spasm … Continue reading
And has a sexy pillow fight. And then Manic Pixie Otter tried to braid his feathers, but we don’t talk about that.
Clearly he’s distracted from the pillow fight by concerns about having to buy new feather pillows tomorrow. In fact, I remembered I had this one sitting around because last night … Continue reading
Dude, when I do learn to ride a bike, there will be streamers and a basket and a bell. I’m basically Pheobe.
Phoebe from ‘Friends’, not Phoebe from Eight Cousins. I also make up really stupid songs for my cat. If you’re laughing now and wondering how a 34-year-old woman manages to … Continue reading
This one’s only sort of a rerun. New cartoons tomorrow, I promise.
After much more agonizing than was strictly necessary, I picked which designs to order magnets of for ApolloCon. I then promptly regretted one of my decisions, because that’s who I … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 