Neurotic Owl

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

Tag Archives: this has already ended poorly

TRIGGER WARNING if you’re a hair puller.

I swear I’m not this bad — I get obsessive about snapping off split ends, which is why I really need to keep up with haircuts, and while I don’t … Continue reading

January 9, 2014 · Leave a comment

These are not cartoons.

Since I’m home sick today and don’t feel like writing anything that makes sense, and most of my current cartoons involve at least mini-rants, have these pictures of Tiny Rogue … Continue reading

January 7, 2014 · Leave a comment

Because the tendency to leap out of the way when someone else heads for the same chair as you is not what that game is about.

Y’all, there was a game of musical chairs at my work Christmas party that seemed likely to dissolve into bloodshed at any moment.  I was actually thrilled to be out … Continue reading

December 25, 2013 · Leave a comment

Eating. It keeps us alive.

You’d think that any relatively sane person who gets hypoglycemic would be able to remember that eating is important, but I am the worst at that, possibly because of that … Continue reading

December 20, 2013 · Leave a comment

The other three and twenty are hiding.

December 18, 2013 · Leave a comment

Part 2! Now, with less cryptic and depressing rants!

I was in a mood yesterday.  What can I say?  Oh, right, this: He looks awfully cheery, doesn’t he?  I totally got the dry-erase-mustache-on-cone-of-shame idea from the Bloggess, and, while … Continue reading

December 10, 2013 · Leave a comment

Part 2! The real mystery is when part 3 will be.

November 11, 2013 · 1 Comment

Seriously, this cat idea is never going to work out well for him.

In completely unrelated news, guess who just got a flu shot and didn’t freak out or cry or anything?  This girl!  Also, I have two thumbs, so that’s good. I … Continue reading

October 8, 2013 · 2 Comments

Introducing another childhood fear!

Can I just say that if you have a young child who’s already terrified of the dark, and showers, and being left alone, and spiders, and needles, and, really, life, … Continue reading

October 1, 2013 · Leave a comment

But when he does, he clearly drinks far too much.

I can sympathize today.  In case you thought I was constantly bitching and moaning about my physical ailments, I’d just like to point out that my neck’s been in spasm … Continue reading

May 31, 2013 · Leave a comment