The Origin of Moowlchick
Over on the SOE blog, my friend Tracy posted her hazy recollection of how she and I began working together.
She insists that the soda story is true, though I cannot verify it. Honestly, until I was told that a designer named Tracy would be sharing an office with me, I always assumed she was part of the cleaning crew.
As for her reference to throwing an owl at my eye, that is absolutely true. It happened shortly after I’d dropped three grand on lasik surgery, and so immediately following the incident I began plotting my revenge. But eventually her manic charm wore me down and I decided we could be friends instead.
Everything she says about what a joy I am to work with–also true.
Tracy references an upcoming book for which she and I collaborated on a chapter, but I’ll wait to pimp that until it actually exists and you can add to my $.001 royalties by purchasing a copy.
Anyway, I thought I’d post the song she references, as I still think it’s a classic.
Violence via stuffed animals is something I fear on a daily basis. I consider the world most fortunate that you were able to withstand the attack!
It was an accident! He wasn’t looking my way when I threw it and I only threw it because he said something rude. =/
If he hadn’t turned to heap more scornful venom on me, the owl would never have plastered him in the eye. Trust me, gentle readers, I am not that good of a shot.
But I will keep practicing.
Nice song.