a sketch of me being me doing things that I would do… this is only a sketch.
flying to learn…
Flying fascinates me… to a point.
Notice how everything does everything to a point? What is that all about?
Anyway.
I climb trees. I climb walls. I climb utility poles. I pretty much have to climb everything to get or be anywhere. So I’m always climbing, always striving to reach the top of something… even if that something is only a cookie container on the kitchen counter. I’ve never not had to climb. It’s no big deal to me.
I don’t know if I’d want the option of flying. Everything that I once had to climb, I’d just be able to flap my tail and get over it. If I was born to fly, it’d be no thing. But, to never have something and then all of a sudden have it… hmm, maybe it would be temporarily cool. I’m sure I’d get over the coolness within a week…but what a week that would be.
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sketches of bob…
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We made the TOP 20!!!
MTV-gee-news ran a great article about the 20 webcomics that Buzzfeed forgot to mention in its post
Bob the Squirrel made it to 16! SWEET!
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in the moment…
I’m trying to be in the moment. I hear that a lot and apparently a lot of good things can happen when one is in the moment. I’m not getting that at all… maybe I picked the wrong moments. Maybe, I’m okay but the moment is not cooperating.
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retro ambivalence…
Just a bit of retro ambivalence to guide you through your day. This is a panel Frank did this time last year… way before we had this new shiny squirrelosophy website. Yes, back in those salad days, Frank was just a cartoonist with a dream to one day follow every word I said, give me the vehicle to start a thought revolution and keep the refrigerator full of diet soda.
In a year’s time, he’s accomplished none of that. His dream has turned into a nightmare…
In other words, my brain mechanics is so razor edge awesome, he just can’t keep up. That’s cool, right? I mean, the illustration posted today still applies, doesn’t it? I mean, it would probably still apply 5 years from now, right?
I’ll let him catch up with life and lose some of that ambivalence he’s lugging around. You can get to the point where too much on your plate is telling you to just give up. You’ll never see the bottom of that plate, so just stop trying.
Hey, I’m not a cheerleader, I’m a squirrel, and I have work to do.
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blame the squirrel…
If you need to blame something or someone, blame the squirrel. Go ahead. I’m making myself a target for any and all angst, anger, frustration, confusion, contusion, convolution, consternation, contemplation, insanity, singularity, simplification, replication, objectification, repression, repulsion, compulsion, mitigation, listlessness, wikified, willified, and just plain madness…because that’s what a squirrel needs to do sometime. Just let it all out on me. I can take it.
I won’t be able to fix it, but sometimes letting someone know it’s broken helps.
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peanut butter jones…
I’m a squirrel, I really dig peanut butter. You don’t need to be a squirrel to have a thing for certain things. Sometimes, our desire drowns out good sense, reality, temperature, sound and any other external nonsense… leaving you and the space between you and that which you desire. That’s how me and peanut butter are.
In order to keep it real, it is wide to fit your good sense with some sort of amplification device. A megaphone, microphone, ET phone home… anything. Anything that will get your attention when your attention is attending something you shouldn’t be devoting too much attention to. I don’t know how you would do it, but you need to do it. I just have the ideas, I have no clue how to put them into motion. I am here for you to read and interpret in your own image.
That being said, I really need to clean myself up. I look like an army of peanuts attacked me with, well… peanut butter. I avoided using Frank’s computer, iPhone and laptop to do put this together for you wonderful disciples of squirrelosophy. But, he’s gonna be real. REAL mad when he tries to play Angry Birds on his iPad. No one ever said starting a movement would be peanut butter free.
Really… I don’t think ANYONE has ever said that.
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impressive… NOT
The more and more that time messes with you, the less impressive you get. I’m not talking about personal growth… because everyone can get better no matter where or when they are. I’m talking about seeing things and being impressed by them. With more experience under your tail, you see things. A lot of things. Numerous things. So many things that you start forgetting some of the earlier stuff that you’ve seen. It is absolutely true.
It’s getting harder and harder for this squirrel to be impressed by something. Because everything lately seems to be a slight and small spin on something that already exists. I can’t be WOW’d anymore… and on the off chances that I am, it’s really something. I guess in a way that’s a good thing…because if I existed in a world where everything was so new all the time, everything new would get a little old for me pretty fast.
Incidentally, Cracked.com did something on this very issue… and even though I’m a squirrel, it totally got me… mind you, it didn’t IMPRESS me, but it got me.
I’m sure everyone will go through this at some point. I think the secret might be to just keep looking for stuff you don’t know about. Something completely new to you (but not to someone else) may get that impressive muscle some exercise.
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the night…
I like night. Sort of.
As far as good versus bad things happen, day and night are 50/50. It only seems like just bad things happen in the night. I don’t have any more deep an explanation than that. It’s a Sunday morning and my little squirrel brain is three textures away from being scrambled eggs with peppers.
I thought of this last night while sitting in the window of Frank’s new-ish studio. The house itself is taking a breather from a series of projects… landscaping, tiles, paint… all of which will be noted in the comic strip. But I was just sitting there, looking out into nothing… not really nothing… I know that the lawn is out there. But there were so many sounds, little flashes of light and actual smells. Maybe it was just the tired squirrel in me, but I just was really glad that I could seal up my cocoon and shut that stuff out.
Crickets can be real pains in the tail. And those birds, what’s their deal? Sleep much?!
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looking back…
Looking back is pointless, unless there’s nothing you want to watch on television or online. So, if you need some entertainment, then, sure… but, looking back doesn’t do much for me.
Too much looking back and you miss what’s in front of you. Too much looking back and your neck starts to hurt. So, it’s really a safety issue.
(of course, if you want to look back at some old SQUIRRELOSOPHY posts or some vintage Bob the Squirrel comic strips, that’s perfectly okay. You don’t need to turn around for that… it’s all in front of you.
Never let it be said that I didn’t offer you wonderful disciples a bit of useful, real world applicable nuggets of wisdom.
I’m Bob the Squirrel and I approve this message.
