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
I swear I’ll mention mothers somewhere in here. Ranty ranty!
Which is a kind of abstinence, but not so much on purpose. If everyone could teach their children to be super awkward and nervous and leery of the gender they … Continue reading
Even my cartoon owl is better at flirting than me.
Yeah, baby. He’s a sexy beast.
This is for a friend, which is why the little hat, but I know more than a few IT folk. . .
So, true story, while I’m usually pretty self-sufficient with this glowing box I’m currently typing into, occasionally I need help. And, okay, usually the thing I need help with is … Continue reading
I actually didn’t have one of these nights last night, but I am all too familiar with them.
What do you guys do to turn off your brain? My go-to is reading, but that has its own perils – if the book’s not good enough, I’ll keep getting … Continue reading
The unicorn asked that his face not be shown for personal reasons. His name is Buttercup McFoofytail, though, so I blame his parents.
. . . and nothing bad happens to him at all. No, really. This particular adventure has no horrible twist, other than the fact that he spent his delightful unicorn … Continue reading
I honestly can’t figure out if I’ve posted this one yet or not.
I watched a fairly long opera last night, then got home to find a note on my door about apartment inspections starting today, so cue the 2-hour frantic cleaning binge, … Continue reading
To be clear, Neurotic Owls are the shy ones.
Poor Neurotic Owl. He’s intimidated by owls in glasses. And owls without glasses. And owls with contacts. But at least he doesn’t claim to be ‘too nice to get owls’.
But his knees don’t hate him.
So this happened a few weeks ago at intermission of a friend’s concert, when the people I was sitting with and I randomly started discussing all the things that are … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 