Tuesday, March 27, 2012
while I am thinking about the past, in the present, now in the past again
I remember being not-so-interested in my future when I was younger. Mostly this was because it was all so easy. It still is easy. But I can't help wonder if I could've been someone else, someone better, if I had tried harder. Seems unlikely. I always end up at the beginning.
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Dear Jimmy,
ReplyDeleteFor months now, I and other(s) have spent considerable time and computer resources checking to see if there is any word from our dear friend Squirrel. It has come to my attention that we have spent a great deal more time checking than Jimmy has spent writing.
I know Jimmy will just blame Squirrel, (like always) but I know Jimmy could help facilitate Squirrel's communication if he wanted. Squirrel is one of God's creatures and he, (God) is watching you Jimmy.
I suggest you watch your nuts!
Sometimes God works in mysterious ways. If a person were to be mean to one of his little creatures, (Squirrel), that person might find their cell phone missing. Coincidence? I think not.
ReplyDeleteOK, you are coming up on 5 freakin' months without a post. So why have a blog?
ReplyDeleteActually, Jimmy's fan base is pretty thin in the best of times so not many care.
But is there a down side to Jimmy's slacker performance? Perhaps. The posting frequency is so bad it would make a normal slacker embarrassed. Then there is the possible influence on Squirrel. Is Jimmy's performance, (or lack of it) the kind of standard we humans want to set for our furry forest friends? It makes you wonder if our species, (as represented by Jimmy) deserves the finer things in life like Oreos and nail polish?
Just a thought...
Dear Anonymous,
ReplyDeleteI realize celebrities of my magnitude should not be answering purposely inflammatory comments from anonymous readers; however, I am, at the moment, between gigs, and have a minute or two to indulge your prod. Here you go: As for Squirrel, I don't care. I may have eaten him, I am not sure. All I know is I woke up this morning on the kitchen floor. I had a wicked hangover, a pellet gun by my side, a full stomach, and there was slightly singed bushy tail in the frying pan. I don't remember how any of it got there. As for everyone else, I care. I am jimmy. If I did eat him, I am sorry I don't remember it. Well, hopefully I will enjoy him on his way out. Let us bow our heads and pray for a graceful exit.
-jimmy