Special request! Which I sort of failed at.
A certain friend who shall be forever (or at least for this post) know as Lrequested a cartoon with this caption, with Neurotic Owl running off to an adventure. Simple, … Continue reading
This is a rerun, because I’m too filled with rage to draw a cartoon about Hobby Lobby, and can’t talk about anything else today.
You’ve all heard by now, I’m sure. 5 of the 9 supreme court justices (unsurprisingly all men) have decided that corporations can have religious objections to, oh, say, women getting … Continue reading
Reading is FUNdamental. Or something.
Look, I just ranted yesterday, so sorry about this, but there was an article that I am absolutely not going to link to (because more readers make the source happy) … Continue reading
Unless you’re describing the show to your blind friend, shhhhhhhhh.
I don’t care how quiet you think you’re being, or how important it is to tell your date that that last song was awesome, I CAN HEAR YOU. Unless you … Continue reading
And now I’m picturing Manic Pixie Otter smashing out the window of her car, all sexy like. Theoretically.
Because no one can argue that Patrick Swayze wasn’t sexy as all get out in that movie, but the window smashing? That’s just poor planning. Use your disadvantaged street kid … Continue reading
Mic drop.
Oh, please, do tell me all about how white cisgendered straight Christian men have it harder than anybody. I’ll just be over here, loading a Nerf gun with Tampons. You … Continue reading
Because he is, in fact, a decent human being.
I’m not so much up to reopening this topic, because I just bowed out of a Facebook thread that got argue-y fast (and then bowed back in for a second … Continue reading
Papierpuppen! Part the third.
These are the ones you haven’t seen yet, right? Right? Oh, god, I can’t tell anymore because my brain is filled up with all the ways I might murder our … Continue reading
Can I take the day off, too? Please? Pretty please with cartoon hedgehogs on top?
Because I apparently have inflammation around the nerve in my thigh, which is why it feels like a constant gentle burning, occasionally interspersed with a furious fucking burning and sometimes, … Continue reading
Just cast a snowy owl, you!
This came up several times recently, both because underrepresentation of people of colour in theatre is always an issue, and because the opera company I work for announced next year’s … Continue reading
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