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The Orly Owl done another way.

The 'O rly' owl is generally such a happy, peppy fellow... lets see what the other 'O rly' looks like.

The ‘O rly’ owl is a cute little fellow. He’s a snowy white owl sporting the simple little litters ‘O RLY?’ beneath him. For those who have never seen or heard about him, check out the wiki. Now I for one like the phrase, but to me, one side of it only has been covered – the incredulous ‘oh really?’ as opposed to the other that I rather like. The one dripping with barely contained sarcasm after being told either something you already know (that they know you know), or perhaps just after you’ve been told such a tall tale that it barely belies belief for a moment, let alone serious consideration. Well… those are a couple of em, anyway. I’m sure it works in many more situations too.

Thus, I present to you, my own little ‘O rly’ owl. The owl who says ‘meh’ soon afterwards. Not the incredulous, perhaps shocked or surprised type, but the rather more realistic and perhaps a touch disenchanted type. The type that has a wry upwards curl to the edges of their beak (since we are, after all, talking about owls right now). The kind that can deliver such a line with the appearance of dead-pan seriousness, even if their words might have an inflection of amusement.

That is Archibald, the alternative ‘O Rly’ owl.

Oh, by the way, on an entirely unrelated but still rather interesting note, take a peek at this great article about emerging trends in logo design. Its interesting even if you’re not a design person, promise!

Who has two shiny eyes, a hooked little beak, and an obesity problem?

He's Deiter, Deiter, Deiter the pudgy owl, he's Deiter, Deiter, listen to him hoot and howl!

Deiter the pudgy owl! Come on, you have to admit, even with a little extra around the edges, Deiter is a very handsome young gentleman. Well, that is my view in any case!

We’re returning to my owl addiction for a day or two perhaps – and you can certainly blame Lins for bringing it on. She gave me a link to this site that featured mad scientist alphabet blocks (which I would dearly like a set of, by the way). If you will notice, in the upper left hand corner is the Inhabitots logo – owls! Both the alphabet blocks and the cute little owls were just too much to ignore, so the pen drew Deiter of its own accord when I sat down to make something just now.

On another little note, our carpet is almost dry from its dousing in water from the rains the other night.. luckily it seems as if no more got in with last night’s downpour, which included hail too this time. Apparently greater storms are brewing for Saturday though… wish us luck.

The Last Lecture.

Just another little owl who sits upon my page.

This drawing was done last night, while chatting to a friend of mine. She has a certain love of owls, so this is just what sprung to mind as I was sitting there with a notebook and the pen of the day… still the green one, as you can see, because it was close to hand and thankfully, still working.

I’m going to share with you what I have been doing for the morning thus far. I’ve been sitting back and watching the Last Lecture by Randy Pausch. Its worth every single minute and yes, I did tear up. I’m a wuss. I know that he is one of those people that would have affected so many lives in so many ways… even if he himself didn’t even know it. He acknowledged himself some of the people who really had that great influence on him too.

I wonder sometimes whether some of the people I have known and have affected me in such a way even know about it. I can thank, for example, one particular teacher for giving me the drive and belief in myself enough to go to university, rather than take the other options that had been laid before me. Honestly, it even affected my decision to take it further, to do my Masters. Lord knows if I will ever go on to do a PhD, but if I do, I will still acknowledge that that particular person is partly to thank for that. I doubt that they even realize it.

Its a funny thing, isn’t it? We all make our little marks on the world and sometimes don’t even have a clue. I know that I can recount things that made a big difference in my life that to others isn’t even a part of their own memory any more because it lacked the importance to be retained.

Its just odd, I guess, the importance we place on some things that is insignificant, really, to another; the poem you showed your 6th grade teacher, who turned around and said ‘keep going’, even though they didn’t have to, or that friend you’d capture lizards and frogs with and then learned more about with. Did you know that the real name for the cane-toad is ‘bufo marinus‘? Even just single, blessed moments, like ripples in a pool (to use that tired old metaphor), I can name dozens that wouldn’t even start to be remembered by other people, but were significant to me.

Funny, huh?

Cashectomy.

Kat Johnston Sketch - I started with the eyes, then went from there... I think she's starting to take on owl-like properties.

The above was a quick sketch I did earlier… I think she might have something in common with the owls I have drawn before. No big story about her today, but I am going to post another little story, since my hubby was reminding me of it again last night.

The other week, the hubby and I went out to get some lunch together. We went to this little shop called ‘Magic Chicken’ where the chickens aren’t really magic (lets face it, they got caught and are about to get eaten) but the taste of the food sure as hell is. Best hot chips on the north side and I may just venture to say in Brisbane, too.

Anyhow, we got to the store, went inside, made our order, then the alarm for the car started spontaniously whirling and burling its siren. James tossed me his wallet and scampered off to check on it and switch the bloody thing off. I must admit I decided to be opportunistic about this wonderful situation laid before me. I took a good $80 in notes from the wallet, stuffed them into my own, and just as I sneakily made to close his wallet he comes back inside. ‘What are you doing?’ says he. ‘Cashectomy,’ says I, as I toss him his wallet and skip next door with a merry little jaunt in my step to order a double thick-shake with all the extras. Then, skipping back in to retrieve my meal, James had to pay for the original order. The moral of this story? If you are my husband, don’t leave your wallet unguarded when there is ice-cream for sale close-by. Mmm… ice-cream…