Neurotic Owl

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

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

In which I am the most organized.

Remember Hurricane Harvey?  (If you said no, hello out of state friend!)  So while I was trapped at home I did a bunch of things along with general freaking out … Continue reading

June 27, 2018 · Leave a comment

A PSA re: mugs, the gifting thereof.

I was going to just post my first rant on Facebook and leave it at that, since complaining about gifts is a real dick move, but apparently nearly everyone I … Continue reading

March 14, 2018 · Leave a comment

Weekly thingy and theatre stories.

  So we’ll be doing West Side Story soon, and one of the joys of working a show is learning the names of characters that may or may not ever … Continue reading

February 24, 2018 · Leave a comment

We’re going to make BCF a thing, right?

That’s bosom companions forever, obviously. Guys, this thing is full of heartwarmingness and human feelings and sincerity, and just, I am not good with those things.  AND I’m headed off … Continue reading

January 31, 2018 · Leave a comment

Today is a good day.

Because Alabama did the right thing!  Thanks, all of you who voted correctly, which means especially black women! In other news, I pissed off several Jewish parents (not mine) yesterday, … Continue reading

December 13, 2017 · Leave a comment

And then some more colour.

Some of these are definitely getting saved for when I have time to watercolour again, but I have a few more that really lend themselves to that clean, bright computer … Continue reading

October 10, 2017 · Leave a comment

In which I tell a story.

So I spotted Laundry Queen at the grocery store today, and it kind of made my day, and I was about to be all, “Laundry Queen!  She’s the best!” on … Continue reading

July 9, 2017 · 1 Comment

Reruns and stories.

And then I went to work in that hole?  Sorry about the rerun cartoon, but Sylvia Rivera has demanded that I draw her standing in front of the Stonewall Inn, … Continue reading

April 7, 2017 · 3 Comments

Two coloured things in one week, what?

  Credit for the base idea goes to whichever podcast I was listening to when someone mentioned a Schuyler sisters mash-up, but I can’t remember which one that was.  Maybe … Continue reading

February 11, 2017 · 2 Comments

Hi again.

I’m still in a pretty rough place mourning my Charlie.  I go back and forth between numb and weepy, and every time I catch movement out of the corner of … Continue reading

July 22, 2016 · Leave a comment