Weekly thingy and piggies.
It’s hard to get an appropriate look of horror on those wee faces. Places to buy stuff! TEEPUBLIC: mostly t-shirts, a few other products. Watch for sales, when shirts drop … Continue reading
Oy I’m tired.
But also I’m making some pretty fun stuff, so there’s that. Not sure I can tell you exactly what the story is here, but if you’re in Houston and coming … Continue reading
Weekly thingy and theatre stories.
So we’ll be doing West Side Story soon, and one of the joys of working a show is learning the names of characters that may or may not ever … Continue reading
And then I did a dumb.
Or actually, quite a while ago I did a dumb. See, I drew this thing specifically for the second colouring book. I would have sworn to you that it was … Continue reading
I made a thing and now I am DONE.
This is from a Simplicity pattern and ha! Ha I say! I am an experienced stitcher lady who balks at neither corset nor chiffon, and this bitch made me weep … Continue reading
If you even THINK about burning a library down, I will cut you.
Hypatia (of a few different places, really) is mostly remembered as a brilliant philosopher and mathematician, and as a rational person murdered by an irrational religious mob. Seems like a … Continue reading
You know what’s even more unsettling than wearing a mask of your friend’s face? Voter apathy.
Will not rant, will not rant, will not rant. . . YOU HAD ONE JOB, VOTERS! And dumbasses who can’t understand what they’re voting for did that job, and now … Continue reading
I break for opera. (Braking for opera would just be weird.)
More cartoons are coming, but I saw Tosca last night, and I have THOUGHTS. First of all, it was beautiful and glorious and if you’re in the Houston area, you … Continue reading
Road Trip: the endening.
People are always astonished, not only at how throughly the crazy hits, but how quickly and thoroughly it gets fixed. Half a pack of peanut butter crackers (or in this … Continue reading
Tiny owls really shouldn’t adopt cats.
Because when my fourteen pound cat sleeps on my face, it’s not great, but when it’s Neurotic Owl’s teensy weensy face, it’s MUUUUURDERRRR. About which, more tomorrow.
