the question…

the question with more questions...bob the squirrel

It’s a question that quite possibly no one asks themselves.  How is it that even though the question always remains the same, the answers are always changing?  Shouldn’t the question change more than the answer?  I thought this would be a post that I could load up with keywords and drive traffic… but as I mentioned yesterday, squirrels in traffic isn’t a great idea:Picture 4

I guess the keywords will have to wait… not that I could get that right anyway…why should I try and manipulate someone I don’t want to manipulate?  If you want to, you will.

This is probably why I never got into sales.

obscure references…

making obscure references

I love to make obscure references to stuff.  It’s one of the reasons I get up in the morning… or afternoon.  Virtually nothing pleases me more than to get a nice so-obscure-it’s-opaque reference into a normal conversation.  The feeling of power is amazing.

But.

The feeling is fleeting.  The amount of time varies, but the feeling’s demise is sealed the moment that one little phrase is uttered.  One tiny little stinking phrase that pops my balloon, puts salt in my water, drops my pizza face down and generally makes me feel like myself again.  One phrase.

“What does that mean?”

To be fair, if someone knew what I was talking about, the reference wouldn’t be all that obscure, right?

Life is grand for those few seconds…it truly, truly is.  You should try making obscure references… hey, you can even use me!  If I am nothing else, I am an obscure reference… with a furry tail.

devil without details

without all the details...

Details are for those with a detail oriented mind.  Some of us like the broad strokes of everyday existence.  On the other tail, if you can narrow your focus, you are better able to see clearer and get that job done.  Me?  I like making it all up as I go along.  Plans are great, but plans often mean doing some planning.  I’m not what you would call a planning type of squirrel.

Details can reveal more than you want to know.  Knowing more sometimes gets in the way of feeling.  Feeling is everything… because without feeling you’re numb.  Seriously. You think I’m just making this all up?

Oh yeah, I guess I am.

knowing your crowd…

preaching to the know

Sometimes, I feel as though I’m nothing more than just another tail in the crowd.  I guess that wouldn’t be all that bad… depending of course on the types of crowds you normally get into.  When I talk, listening isn’t something that’s required.  I know my crowd for the most part so they may have an inkling of what will be coming out of my mouth.  Does that mean the magic in our relationship is gone?  No… it’s just a different type of magic.

I don’t ever want to be just another tail in the crowd.  But if that does happen, just watch where you’re stepping.  My tail is fragile.

millennial bob…

Now, technically, i could be considered a millennial.  I was “born” in 2002…to not much fanfare and little or no music.

I don’t know what a rotary phone is and I have never known peanut butter to EVER be in a glass jar only.

So why is it that the more I see, the less I understand?

if I AM a millennial, then why aren’t there more followers following every word I don’t say?

Am I missing something else?

choices…

choices

We all make choices.  There’s no way around that… as Neil, Geddy and Alex have said, “If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.”  That’s fine for a while, but eventually, you have to bite the bullet or whatever happens to be in front of you at the time.

To me, choice is the breeding ground for conflict.  I’m not saying we shouldn’t have them… not at all.  But too many can spin your head around like a spinny thingy.  One handful of choices is not going to break you.  Twenty-five handfuls of choices will.

There is no answer, just more questions.  More questions lead to more choices.  And the circle remains unbroken.

Have a great day.  Choose wisely.

accepting limitations

acceptiong the limitations

Limitations are limitations because they limit what we can do.  So, it’s not just a clever name.

I know you were probably looking for some other mindly, complicated examination of limitations and the rise and fall of the meaning of not only being, but being a squirrel.

Yeah, not feeling it today.

anatomically reflect…

anatomically reflect a squirrel

When I reflect, as I often do, I have nothing to scratch… nothing in the conventional sense.  People tend to grab their chins upon reflecting.  I can’t really do that… I go from mouth, to neck to belly.  There isn’t a chin in sight.  If there was, I probably couldn’t see it anyway… my nose is too big.

So I make do with what I have… I scratch something else when I reflect.  Thankfully, Frank has been drawing long enough to know what NOT to draw.  We like to keep our little strip as honest as possible… but too much honesty could make you lose your lunch… and breakfast.

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