L’amour est un oiseau neurotique . . .
No bulls were harmed in the making of this cartoon. In case you’re wondering, the production of Carmen we’re working on right now is a giant clusterfuck and there’s no … 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
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
You should probably avoid food that makes demands on you.
And can I just say that it’s really hard to draw stripey socks on tiny owl legs? That’s all. Oh, and if he thinks he’s going to use Food Truck … Continue reading
He might need some help.
The gym at my workplace has several Nautilus machines, and I regularly use the ab-crunchy one and the leg pressy one and the arm one where you bring your arms … Continue reading
Finally, this blogtoon gets some inappropriate beaver pics.
This is going to blow my search results all to hell. Crap, I just said ‘blow’. By the way, it took this long not because I wasn’t champing at the … Continue reading
Oh, look! A place!
If you’ve never carefully turned your enormous doll collection around to face to wall, and then still woken up several times during the night afraid they’ll have turned back, you’ve … Continue reading
Still headed to a place. You’ll know when we get there.
But in the meantime, let me just say that the reason I keep claiming not to be collecting owls is because I did have a doll collection as a child … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 