Monthly Archive for October, 2008

Owltober 15: Stoney

This is a collaborative piece with the creator of Owltober, Uncle Joe White

Stoneys lurk primarily in parks around New York City, as well as Vermont and  questionable health clinics at undisclosed locations in California. Much like the koala, they must maintain a steady intake of noxious leaves so their mood remains balanced. When deprived of their mental supplements, they fly into a violent rage that can only be stopped by visiting this website. Their primary choice of prey would be small slender puppies, as they resemble the hot dogs they scavenge.

However, a Stoney has never actually consumed one as they are very forgetful. Their daschund companions quickly develop a mutually beneficial relationship, much like a bird that feeds upon a rhino’s parasites. The daschund consumes the festering food scraps left around Stoney’s tie-dyed den.

In the winter, they migrate to what they believe is the south, but often end up somewhere in Europe.

The Stoney is horribly addicted to drugs and must be avoided at all costs.

Owltober 14: A Business Owl!

The Business Owl can be found lurking alarmingly close to the water. He survives primarily on low alcohol beer, as well as the occasional “crazy” night out involving vodka and soda. He lures unsuspecting females of the species with his power tie, which matches the flair on his hat.

This fellow has been captured leering at some particularly impressive tail feathers. Although this owl works quite hard at securing a mate, almost to the detriment of all other areas in its life, they are rather promiscuous. The females mate for life and are none the wiser when they are dragged back unconscious to his square nest.

His mating song is provided courtesy of the Lewis McCullum band.

Owltober 13: Archimedes

Frank and I watched The Sword & The Stone again this week. I am also woefully behind on owls, being sick really ruined it! I still plan on catching up at some point! This little fella sold at Kraftbomb on Sunday. More owls will be on sale there in a month, but they will also be up on Etsy sometime before then.

Owltober 12: Morepork

Still behind after being sick, this is actually a real owl (whether it kills pigs or not is a moot point really). The call comes from its signature cry of “Morepork”. There’s one near Frank’s house here in New Zealand.

Owltober 11: Arohnda

Illustration board and acetate and paints! Frank’s story:

Arohnda is the owl equivalent of a 1950s girl waiting to be asked to prom. She will get asked, probably by someone at the lower end of the second social tier. Maybe an English whiz, but she isn’t too worried as long as he has the Buddy Holly glasses. This is an extended metaphor about an owl, but in my opinion I have described its mating habits in quite a detailed fashion.

Arohnda

Owltober 10: Jezebelle

As you can see, in the bottom right hand corner. This is a piece by AKY. Whoops. Painted and inked on acetate with a fabric background bought from Geoff’s Emporium (the same place as the previous googly eyes). Frank’s story is up now:

The smile and ribbon belie the true nature of the Jezebelle owl. More accurate is the mink that she has stretched around her neck. Her eyes are the searing headlights on a 1970s wrought iron Chevy truck and you are the baby deer. She changes her bow regularly in order to contrast with the outfits made from the leftovers of her victims.

Owltober 9: Bladebeak

Sorry, I’ve been sick all week and I’m woefully behind on Owltober. I’ll be at Armageddon Pulp Expo this weekend in Auckland on Sunday afternoon and Monday. I’ll also be at Kraftbomb in Grey Lynn on Sunday morning. Some of these owls will be for sale as well as a minicomic of our various short stories (all of which you have probably seen). Here’s Frank’s owl story:

Bladebeak is known for his Bladebeak, a sharp spike of a beak more reminiscent of a metal triangle than of cartledge and bone. However, a particularly bombastic moment in time has been captured above. Bladebeaks undergo a genesis when they reach a certain undisclosable age (it has sworn us to secrecy). For a solitary moment, they witness the beginning of time. They are unable to communicate this to us because it is beyond all comprehension. This sadly includes their own comprehension, as you can see by the vacant expression, slack tongue and googly eyes on this specimen.

Owltober 8: Cousin Geoff

I put plastic googly eyes on this one. Here’s Frank’s story:

The Geoff Owl is the distant cousin of another challenging bird, the Henry. Much like the Henry its attributes are poor judgement, frequent memory loss and a vacant expression. As this specimen shows, much to hubris’ chagrin, it has forgotten that it is eating a mouse’s tale and also forgotten that it should not eat mice as it is a Herbivore. Cousin Geoff simply doesn’t know any better

Owltober 7: Owly

Andy Runton is THE BEST!

Owltober 6: Owl Jolson

Owl Jolson is the artist in residence at the Bird Feeder, the premiere club in Owltown. When we say premiere, we mean that there are no Scrumpys allowed. And when we say residence, we aren’t being clever, Mr. Jolson lives on a bed that folds out of the wall of the stage! After fleeing his oppressive suburban life, which can be viewed via this hidden camera footage below, Owl set out around the world to find his place. For the last 70 years, that has been Owltown, and the townsfolk are much richer for the experience. He also loves to singa.

I Love To Singa