Owl Issues

So yesterday morning I woke up on a floor I don't remember going to sleep on... Which is how I knew it was a good con. But I could not stay, I had to move to my new apartment. So I kissed G.D. Falksen on the forehead, grabbed my roommate, and went to the Waffle House. There is no breakfast as good as an All-Star with a hang over.

I called the guy who did all the steampunk stuff for Castle a douche. But I gave him a glass of schnapps, so I think we're even.

I bonded with the author of Mulitculturalim for Steampunk over cannibalism and cheese. It turns out her favorite cheese is some Spanish shit I can't pronounce... So fuck her.

The haughty bitch.

On the upside, she liked one of the names I submitted for her owl. That just leaves me needing a name for my owl.

You see, I finally picked up that decorative owl. I had to drive around Atlanta for hours to find him. Everyone had run out. They're just too cute to keep in stock, but I had promised Melissa that I'd buy him, so I had no choice. I don't mind going out of my way for my fans.

The problem was that I don't like getting bossed around by a statue. I rebuked against his "For Decorative Use Only" label. I found other uses for him.

And then I photographed them.

Culinary Purposes

Gambling Purposes

Sporting Purposes

Musical Purposes

Murderous Purposes

I think I'll call him Professor Featherbottom.