Neurotic Owl

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

Tag Archives: self-loathing

Sad trombone. Wait, have I used that title already?

June 25, 2014 · Leave a comment

Just to be clear, snowy owls are the minority, since most owls are brown. I am not making Neurotic Owl a horrible racist, just a guilty liberal.

This is a rerun, of course, because I realized a thing and I am ashamed and the other cartoons I have queued don’t really serve to EXPOSE MY SHAME.  So … Continue reading

June 13, 2014 · 2 Comments

Today will not be funny or cheerful. Sorry.

So there’s a thing I haven’t talked about here yet, but this new character means that I sort of need to address it.  As with all of the other intensely … Continue reading

May 13, 2014 · 4 Comments

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

April 1, 2014 · Leave a comment

Buffering. Or maybe fluffering. Wait, no, that’s something else.

“The TV never needs to load.” – Lord Charlie Roundbelly of Lickington

March 31, 2014 · Leave a comment

Actually, really frequent stress criers know that you do it INSIDE the stall, but I didn’t feel like drawing him on the toilet.

The sink is for when you’re pretty sure you’re done crying, so you go splash cold water on your face to try to look less like you’ve been hysterically sobbing, … Continue reading

March 26, 2014 · Leave a comment

Mini-rant!

For the purposes of today, pretend he’s a lady owl, because while there certainly are a few men in the world who try to squeeze into the tiniest space possible … Continue reading

March 21, 2014 · Leave a comment

Happy non-Irish-people-getting-drunk-and-pretending-to-be-Irish day!

This is a repeat, but it’s an appropriate repeat, plus I’m about to give you a new one too, so quit your whining. By the way, can we have a … Continue reading

March 17, 2014 · Leave a comment

She still doesn’t need glasses. She just likes wearing them.

Not because her answers are always right, but because there is nothing as gross as writing in pencil on newsprint.  Eugh.  It’s like mayonnaise and tapioca and cream cheese’s grossness … Continue reading

March 6, 2014 · Leave a comment

Badly. Plays the sax badly.

I’m not gonna lie, y’all, when I was in middle- and high-school, the dance company I was in junior company/apprenticed to used a LOT of Kenny G.  Also, a ton … Continue reading

February 20, 2014 · Leave a comment