I think my problem is that I don't have a professional publicity stunt squirrel doing all my stuff for me. #bobthesquirrelrules
— Bob the Squirrel (@btsquirrel) December 19, 2013
proportional squirrel
I am proportional to everything. Now that I think about it, everyone is proportional to everything. They may not be those nice whole number proportions, but they’re there.
I can fit into anything so long as it’s my size.
Engaged!
Cross-posted from the main Bob the Squirrel site:
I would like to start off by saying that, I never like to give away the end of the story while the story is happening…For this I will make an exception.
At 1PM, EST, I asked Lezley LaForest for her hand in marriage. I asked her in front of a large lunch crowd at Spressos Coffehouse. Spressos was the place that Lezley and I used to meet up at when we were just friends. It is also the place where we fell in love. I couldn’t think of a more perfect location for me to ask her to marry me. A BIG thank you to Lori and her staff for being absolutely wonderful and helping me do this.
We are officially engaged.
If you aren’t willing to make a complete fool of yourself in front of a crowd of people for the person that you love, you are already a fool.
So, now you know the ending to the story before the story has ended. If I’ve spoiled anything for you I apologize… but I promise you that this is the last time I will be doing this. 🙂 I’m very, very, very happy right now. Happy is a good thing. 🙂
You’ll get the details of the story in future Bob the Squirrel comic strips.
what I know
But what do I know? I’m just a squirrel.
Something to say…
I sometimes lose my words. It only happens when I have something to say. It happens. Even if I had pockets, it wouldn’t make any difference. There isn’t that much real estate between my brain and my mouth. Somehow, words have a tendency to just vanish. It’s as if that bit of my body is a Bermuda word triangle. I wonder what else sank there?
Probably have the secret to life, the latest lottery numbers and a really good idea there. Maybe I can get James Cameron to do an expedition.
that facebook number…
Ah Facebook.. you wonderfully heartbreaking, ego-shaking, build you up and tear you down multi-headed beast.
I must admit that I derive a TON of my worth from the new numbers I see at the top of my browser window. It’s not right, it’s not healthy, but I know I feel much BETTER when I see a number. Any number. Is this what we’ve become? Worth on a screen? Little red Scrabble tiles telling us how our day will be? Telling us how we will look at ourselves in a mirror?
Yup. One can resist it or one can join. It’s the way the world is turning and I don’t have the strength to run the other way.
By the way, If you see this on Facebook, could you “LIKE” it? I want to have a good day today.
Thanks!
pride
Yes, I am a squirrel that constantly has to swallow his pride. I don’t like it. Pride has a funny taste. It also has a tendency to not interact well with whatever may or may not be in my stomach. I don’t really know why.
Maybe if it tasted a little better it wouldn’t be so bad. Actually, it might be better on a cracker or something.
Re-creating my favorite scene from Christmas Vacation
Bob re-creating his favorite scene from the holiday classic National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation
If you’re not sure what this means, here is the scene:
tale of the tail…
There’s nothing in the way of a knowledge barrage that I’m looking to drop on you today. Just my tail. Just my tail. A few days back I thought about what it would be like to possibly donate my tail to science…and that science would probably be getting the short end of the deal. I know, it doesn’t make much sense. Enjoy the panel and think about your tail. If, for some reason, you don’t have one, then just think about mine.
emotional
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Feeling a little Watterson
Frank was feeling a little Bill Watterson of Calvin and Hobbes fame…