While I’m shaking things up. . .
If you’re new around here or (heavens!) don’t read mah thingy everyday, you may be excused for missing the saga of Melanie and Steve. It all began when I … Continue reading
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
FAAAAAAAALCOOOOOOOR!
Which is nice for him, I’m sure, since I’m currently overcommitted as usual and feeling sliiiightly hysterical. Excuse me, I may be retreating back to the blanket fort. It’s going … 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
Blanket forts are about as close as I get to camping, too.
A broom to prop up your sheet, a pile of pillows, some good books — this is so much better than that kind with the scary bugs and scorpions and … Continue reading
Feel free to interpret this in any way you choose.
Is the song stuck in your head yet? What if I add that, if she had the chance, she’d ask the world to dance? BTW, if you ever really want … Continue reading
I think there may be a few more installments in this little story. How do you make a GIF again?
Oh, Neurotic Owl. This is an even worse plan than the cat. “So many fuzzies!”
In which I succumb to peer pressure.
Of course, I also started this blog because of peer pressure, so this is all your fault, peers. Anyway, The Bloggess and Filing Jointly have both done Rules for Life … Continue reading
Just a reminder that not everything cats do is adorable.
A lot of stuff is, though. Like purring loudly enough to startle people in the next room. (Totally self-indulgent video of Charlie purring like a buzzsaw. What the hell is … Continue reading
Sometimes these are drawn directly from shit my cat does.
Isn’t it sweet how he likes to ‘help’ me with my crocheting? I particularly like the defensive look in his eyes – “What? I didn’t do anything. What makes you … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 