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.
I think I'll call him Professor Featherbottom.