I don’t like to fight. Even when I need to fight, I don’t like to fight. But when one ends, another one begins… sometimes there are multiple going on at the same time… the ring is to big to find a corner to get some rest in. Doesn’t matter because the bell never seems to ring anyway…
I think a lot. I turn a lot of corners. The life of a squirrel consists of many twists, turns, stops, merges, yields… everything you go through, I probably go through.
Ever think you were the center of the universe? That you control gravity and therefore must control everything around you? The length of a day? The length of a year? I think i may have mentioned this before, but since I like reading myself talk, I’ll just lay it on you again. We can control everything but time. So, the length of the day or year? I may think I can do something about that… but I’m just fooling myself. Even if my perception of time were to change, time would not.
Being the center of a universe really, is kind of a misleading statement. If we can’t truly measure how big the universe is, how can we genuinely determine what point is the center? We can’t… so don’t think it. If I turned a corner in the universe, how would I know?
You know what the main anatomy of a tickle is comprised of? 95% anticipation. That’s a lot of anticipation.
Pay no attention to that man behind the unfinished curtain…
He’s just a dude who thinks that he controls everything when if fact he’s just another twig in that stream that I like to talk about in really drawn out run-on sentences.
If at some point we felt finished, I suppose we would LITERALLY be finished. That’s it. You have to keep something unfinished on your horizon… otherwise, what the freak is the point of anything? Yes, you get frustrated, you get tired, sad and did I already say frustrated? Yeah, I did.
I also like to complain. A lot. I think it’s mostly because I have a very soothing voice. And I’m hardly ever satisfied.
So, finish something today. But when you do, make sure you start five other things.
It would only be cannibalism if I were made out of cookies. I mean, Frank is shaped like a gingerbread man. He eats those things by the dozen and no one gives him any static.
I try and ride my uni-life cycle every day. Even when the tire is flat. Actually it’s a bit easier to ride it that way. But, even though I try, I fail more times than I succeed. It’ll try and constantly throw you off balance and you’ll constantly try to resist throwing the whole thing in the river… and taking the bus instead.
Even though biology has graced me with great looks, my ability to balance on a unicycle is wanting. That inability translates very well into riding a uni-life cycle. Now I know that life can’t always be a cake and candles, but there has to be some respites from the constant daily balance… or inability to balance… every single dirty, clean, up, loud, silent, irritating, vulgar, idiotic, goofy, smelly, silly, intelligent, smart, genius, filthy, infuriating little thing out there.
there will never be another day like today 12-12-12. you can say that about every single day… think about it…
Apparently, most everything out there or in there can be explained with Physics. This is something that Frank says to me all the time. At one point, I think he wanted to pursue a career in science, his only problem being a complete lack of math skills and a overpowering addiction to drawing funny pictures. He probably would have made a decent physicist…
Anyway…
I personally don’t see how one science can explain everything out there. I suppose it’s all in how you interpret what you see. If you can draw some connection between whatever and physics, hey, rock on. If not, maybe you’re not looking hard enough.
Yesterday, the handles broke off the outside garbage can. I guess the sanitation workers used physics when they tossed the can back into the driveway. Frank got a little miffed… but it’s all physics. It’s all physics.
Maybe I should change the nae of this site from “squirrelosophy” to a derivation of physics. SQUYSICS?
Even though I spend a lot of time with myself, I still try and find ways to fool myself. I have to keep the magic magical and the tricks new and amusing. Most of the time I just spin myself around in circles while holding onto my tail and singing “Hold My Hand” by Hootie and the Blowfish. That right there usually does the trick. After a few choruses of that I’m more worried about finding my stomach than fooling myself. If you had a tail, that might be something fun to do in order to pass the time.
Commentary is boring. Ordinarily, I like to keep my commentary as lengthy as possible… for those of you out there that haven’t the access to proper sleep medication. I design my words so that by the fifth droning paragraph you’re ready to count sheep…or whatever you want to count… squirrels even.
It doesn’t look good, but it never really has. The world has been ending the day after it began. Even earlier than that depending on who you ask. So I figure this… if we already know without question that we’re screwed, the pressure is off. I know this sounds a bit fatalistic coming from the mind of a cartoon squirrel…but hey, what are you gonna do? Stock up on kerosene, canned water, saltines and build an underground bomb shelter by the side of your backyard deck? What about those that don’t have decks? Or backyards? If the world truly is going to end, what is that going to do? So you last until Thursday when everyone else cashed on on Wednesday… it’s not like you’re going to be able to gloat about it… who’s going to hear you?
I also know that the latest prediction is December 21, 2012. Thought I’d get some feedback before the end. Yes, I am an attention hog… deal with it… anyway, if the prediction is true, you won’t have to deal with it for very long anyway…
I have a really bad headache now.
