Oh, Beardsley. You naughty scamp, you.
Have you ever sat and looked through a large book of Beardsley prints with a bunch of really young college students? I did, back when I was in grad school … Continue reading
So, no joke, I JUST now noticed that I left the H out of Owlphonse.
And okay, his name is also spelled with one more A and one less O and W, but that’s a joke and the missing H is just dumb. It’s going … Continue reading
No, I really am. It’s okay.
You know that feeling where the self-loathing and frustration and anger and hurt all just pile up reeeeeeeally slowly, so slowly that you can’t always tell it’s happening until some … Continue reading
You’re turning violet, Violet!
I say this as someone who loves Willy Wonka (both movies in different ways, but the book first and foremost) and Roald Dahl in general — you should not … Continue reading
Talking to other humans, eep.
And I agree with him. Making phone calls is terrifying and a leetle bit panic-inducing and nauseated-making. In fact, my most hated part of my job is the phone calls … Continue reading
It’s VAN DAY! (That’s a thing now.)
Y’all! Y’all! Remember this? Remember how I said it needed expanding? And then I waited with bated breath and you guys probably forgot it existed because you have lives and … Continue reading
I’m not great at drawing cars.
That’s supposed to be a Gremlin, just so you know — not because that’s what I drive, I have a reasonably reliable although somewhat elderly Honda Accord named Kaylee, but … Continue reading
OK, now I know where he lives.
After I said the other day that I wasn’t sure what sort of habitat Neurotic Owl inhabits (habitually), K suggested a house built into a nest. This pleases me. Of … Continue reading
He should probably hire a handyman. Handyowl? Handylemur, I think.
RED ROOM. I honestly haven’t decided whether he lives in a house or a nest or a burrow, but whatever it is, that accent wall was a bad idea.
Neurotic Owl 