The one where I came up with the concept that my head is infested with crack squirrels…

Wow… I knew that the crack squirrel thing was a running gag… but I didn’t know that we started running and gagging on it when my blog was still only a little more than a month old…

Here it is, straight from the archives, a very early post… called:

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Squirrels on crack…

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My head hurts…

Are you starting to get an idea what it is like being me? My thoughts never stop bouncing around in my skull like crack-addicted squirrels…

Do not laugh. Because crack dealers often hang around in parks and like to hide their stash in holes in trees, crack-squirrels are becoming a real problem…

If you find this amusing, try to imagine one of these rodents climbing up your pants-leg. He would be moving really fast… (even for a squirrel)… and neither of you would know what he intended to do once he got to the top! Seriously, crack-squirrels are no laughing matter…

OK, maybe a little…

The thing about doing more than one kind of art is that art takes time. When you are playing in Photoshop, you aren’t painting. When you are carving a tiki, you have to give up time you could use to write a song or do a blog post. Oh, you can multi-task a little. While I am carving a tiki, I am thinking up ideas for the sequel to my sci-fi novel which I am still doing the final edit on, while simultaneously wondering if I could somehow carve my face on the next tiki…

This is why I make such a lousy employee, and perhaps husband and father as well. Because the odds are that at any given time, I am not thinking about the things that the people who depend on me are wanting me to be thinking about.

I don’t mean to be that way. I have now become fascinated by the concept of blissful ignorance… Life would be so simple without the urge to imagine and create. I tried for years to kill enough brain cells to slow down my mental processes, but I will tell you something. I think the cells in your brain that originate imagination are like the cockroaches of brain cells. Nothing can kill them. Don’t waste your time.

On the other hand, if you do not have these brain cells to begin with, I can’t think of any way to create them from scratch. Maybe stem cell research can help, I don’t know…

I had a t-shirt once that said, ‘Tequila kills brain cells… But only the weak ones’… I don’t know why I thought that was funny at the time…

I admit it… I am a mess…

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18 Responses to The one where I came up with the concept that my head is infested with crack squirrels…

  1. benzeknees's avatar benzeknees says:

    You ARE a mess! 😉

  2. Ha! My son has a fascination with squirrels, wait ’till I show him these pics of squirrels on crack. Very funny! You sound like my husband whose brain never shuts off. It’s always channel surfing to the next thing. At least we all benefit from your abundance of creativity! 🙂

  3. Paul's avatar Paul says:

    Wait, wait – you said this is an older post and yet you were carving tiki’s even then? Before going to Hawaii? So, Hawaii didn’t lead you to tikis, tikis led you to Hawaii? Oh, I like the “Art” tiki. I think you could find a market for those – horror material, like Dracula or Werewolves.

  4. It is good to know where the crack squirrel legacy originated. Now I do.

  5. J.R.Bee's avatar J.R.Barker says:

    Crack squirrels, tragic and funny.

  6. Lol @ “crack squirrels”

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