It was a very small dragon, but still:
Remember, it’s not whether you win, lose, or turn into a charred pile of feathers: it’s how hard you try. And that’s the sort of logic that causes you to … Continue reading
Buttercup McFoodytail’s cousin Steve is a douche. Also, I joined twitter.
For context’s sake, because occasionally I actually do provide context, The Bloggess asked people on Twitter to draw a unicorn and a girl making out just as I was checking … 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
My tummy feels yucky.
It might be a short day at work for me if I don’t stop feeling like I’m about to throw up soon. Or if the nausea gives way to blinding … Continue reading
Did I not post yet today? I think I’m subconsciously trying to pretend it’s still Saturday.
Oops. Been a little busy with job applications and groceries and shrinky dinks and suchlike. Anyhoo, another day, another terrible life choice. Red cape, in the woods, on your … Continue reading
Even more paper dolls for your Saturday.
Teehee. He’s such a pale ginger he’s nearly unscannable. Before you mention the lack of body hair, I grew up a dancer among men who did away with such things, … Continue reading
This is someone’s fault. You know who you are.
He really shouldn’t have let Manic Pixie Otter dye his feathers last night. You know, you’re in a hollow tree, hanging out with assorted woodland friends, someone says, “This’ll be … Continue reading
Someone bring me the crazy glue and some tamago, stat!
Sorry about the late post, but it’s been a busy day. Luckily, I have the perfect owl: Also, I should occasionally be slightly more of a whiny jerk about food. … 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’.
This cat is never going to stop being a terrible plan.
I’ve never been happier than when my vet asked if I wanted the time-release antibiotic shot for Charlie, or the daily medicine that I’d be in charge of giving him. … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 