Tag Archives: philosophy

And Doggone It, People Like Me…

Smart Man
The note above is based on John Oliver’s encouraging note to himself. Unfortunately, I cannot share the video here so go to YouTube and watch the John Oliver’s story  during the April 12, 2015 broadcast of Last Week Tonight about the upcoming general elections in the UK and Labour Party candidate Ed Miliband’s crib notes found after a debate with Prime Minister David Cameron. It is a piece of brilliance. I just may frame it and put it on my desk. Don’t let them see your sadness!

 

 


Not Cursed…

unexamined life

 

I watched the end of Bull Durham tonight. In the scene where Annie wakes up to find Crash has left for Asheville, she says a line in the voice-over narration, “The world is made for people who aren’t cursed with self awareness.” Hat tip to the Mrs. for then reminding me of this Gourdo from five years ago. It’s still true, by the way.


It’s A Magical Time…

Thought I’d be earth conscious and recycle. I drew this almost five years ago but the philosophy behind the cartoon still holds. Coffee time is a magical time.

Coffee Zen


An Asshat On My Shoulder…

Inner Voice

 

The is from late 2011 but is still an issue I deal with daily. My inner voice is such a debby-downer and is really causing a hit to my confidence. At this point, my self-worth is telling me I should be digging holes somewhere, and that skill is only marginal.

How do you deal with the asshat on your shoulder?


The Thing We Have To Fear…

Fear

‘They’ say you should face your fears. I think that is just a cruel joke ‘They’ are playing on us. ‘They’ watch from behind trees or around corners, giggling, as we try to look our fears in the eye and dissolve into a quivering pile of mush. Jerks.

As you can probably guess, I have an issue with phones. I turn into Peter Klaven – attempting to sound suave, cool and relaxed but actually being the exact opposite. Voice mail or live, it does not matter.

Really, isn’t it better to avoid all that humiliation (and pit stains) just for a smidgen of personal growth?


Not Like A Fine Wine…

Second Sight

Received my first set of “cheaters” this week and, to my chagrin, found they do help in certain situations like when I am reading the paper at night. It is never pleasant when one is reminding of his mortality and impending doom. What’s next? Viagra? Reverse mortgage? A Hoveround?

I think I need a drink. And a hug.


There will be no more, no more…

Outta My Way


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