Word To Your Mother

shake that ass!

So I got home from work this morning, made me my usual big “breakfast” full of non-breakfast food, and sat down to check out my blogs I follow.  Now that I actually use WordPress’ Reader, I no longer need to suffer the embarrassment of responding to a post on one of my favorite blogs that’s a week old.  Anyway, the posts this morning seemed like a broken record (Uncle ES, what’s a record???)…. Mother’s Day, Mother’s Day, Mother’s Day, Mother’s Day, and um…. something related to Mother’s Day.

So I guess I’d be a complete douchebag if I didn’t create my own post for the occasion…

Someone’s going to get a whoopin’!!!

After all, I have a mother too.  In fact, she even reads my blog on occasion since, unlike my sisters, I don’t have a Facebook account for her to stalk me on.  This blog is her only way of finding out little personal details about my life that I would otherwise not reveal to her…. like the fact that I’m really a squirrel.  She’s so proud of what I do on this blog, that she even likes to show it off to others so they can bask in my jenius.  Just a few weeks ago at the bowling alley, she brought up my blog on her phone and was showing it to my aunt (her sister) and was particularly wanting to show off what an amazing comic strip artist I was.  Naturally, the comic I had up that week that was shown to my aunt and everyone else in the family sitting at our table was this one.  That’s my Mom!  Not afraid in the least to show off to the rest of her family that her son is a huge prevert.  I have no idea what my aunt thought of it since I immediately went up to bowl.  I don’t even think it was my turn….

angel squirrel goose

Prevert? Me???

I embarrass way too easily, so I’m not one of those who buy into the whole bit that parents are entitled to embarrass their kids.  It wasn’t the usual stuff that did it though… the rolling junkheaps we had to ride around in, acting goofy, dressing up like hoosiers.  Heck, everyone in our town did that.  Now fancy stuff…. that I particularly disliked.  So when Mom thought it would be cute to dress all of us kids up for Easter one year when I was 8, and then make damn sure the pictures would still survive thirty years later… that still makes me want to bury my head in a trash can.  That horrific day is still one of only two times I’ve ever worn a noose around my neck tie, and it was absolutely awful.  I really hope you enjoyed that mother….

Someone is going to die for this...

Someone is going to die for this…

My Mom did teach me a lot of things, though.  The most important being to never, ever, EVER have children of my own.  I really don’t know how she raised five of us on little money while both her and my Dad worked odd shifts, and I’m sure there were plenty of times she wanted to go all Susan Smith on me and my sisters, but she didn’t.  She also passed along her warped sense of humor to me, though I have still never given anyone a gift packed inside of an empty Tampax box like she would entertain us with every Christmas.  She also taught me how to properly love animals through her pet dachshund Dante (who I always call Beast, because that’s what he is), who she thought was the greatest thing in the world and would fiercely protect every time it seemed like he had bitten himself a ticket to the dog pound…. but she would never touch the dog or allow it to jump up on her lap because that would be icky.

No scritches for me!?!?

So happy Mother’s Day, Mom!  Enjoy your special day, and your very own blog post… if you happen to read it.  Thanks for making me who I am, accepting me for what I became.  And since I know I’m still not too big for you to beat my ass, I’ll go ahead and say I love you too….

This is getting too mushy...

This is getting too mushy…

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Do Not Disturb

ZZZZzzzzzzz....

ZZZZzzzzzzz….

For most people, Saturday is the start of the weekend, and a day to get out and do things that can’t be done during the workweek.  For me, however, Friday night is the first night of my weekly grind, so I always spend all day Saturday doing what this little guy here is doing.  While the rest of his sciurine buddies are out and about frolicking around, this week’s Saturday Squirrel is enjoying a nice, peaceful rest on this tree branch in my backyard.  This pretty much sums up my Saturday ritual of sleeping the whole day away while the rest of the world more actively enjoys their free time.  While I won’t be laying myself out on any branch, I will be in the same la-la land this cute little snoozer is in within the next two hours, and the sun will be down before I awaken.  Sweet dreams, little buddy!

Have a wonderful Saturday….. but please, keep the noise down so me and my pal here can get some shuteye!

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You Spin Me Round

Pick a hole, any hole!

Pick a hole, any hole!

If you were born sometime in the last two decades, there’s a good chance you’re looking at the picture leading of today’s Flashback Friday post and wondering what in the hell that weird looking monstrosity is.  It kinda looks like a phone…. but what’s with that cord?  And the handset big enough to bludgeon a possum with?  And the…… um….. wait a minute!  Where’s the dial!?!?!?  I can’t use this thing!!!  It must be broken!!!

smashing smartphone

Bad phone!!! Bad!!!

Calm down, grasshoppers!  Those of us older folks know exactly what that is and how to use one…. though we’d be a little rusty with it ourselves now since they’ve been obsolete  for over 20 years.  That is the good old rotary telephone, from back in the days when it took you longer to dial a number than it could now to receive and send a text.  Rotary dials have been around since the early days of the telephone, and although eventually the more familiar and convenient touchtone dial was introduced in the 1960′s, rotary phones were still commonplace in the 80′s.

I'll bet this would stop everyone's texting addiction real fast...

I’ll bet this would stop everyone’s texting addiction real fast…

So how did this strange medieval apparatus work?  Simple… if you wanted to dial Jenny, rather than hit the buttons 8, 6, 7, 5, 3, 0, 9 and then wait to be called a prevert, you had to stick your finger into the corresponding holes for each number, rotate the dial clockwise until you reached the finger stop right before the zero, and then release your finger and let the dial work its way back to its set position…. and repeat the process for each number.  As the dial spun its way back once released, it gave off a sequence of pulses dependent upon the distance it had to travel backwards from the finger stop.  Dialing the 8 created eight pulses which triggered the routing system at the call center the same way the touchtone sound for the number 8 would on today’s phones.

Hey baby!!!  Guess where my finger's been!

Hey baby!!! Guess where my finger’s been!

If you dialed the infamous Jenny number on a rotary phone, you’d realize that back in the day it required much more patience to make a phone call.  Since most of the digits are towards the end of the dial, it required a lot of finger spinning and waiting for the dial to return from the finger stop.  Did you know this was a consideration when the first area codes were assigned back in the 1950′s?  The larger cities, such as New York City (212), Los Angeles (213) and Chicago (312) were allowed to have the codes that required the least amount of time to dial on a rotary phone since more calls would be made to customers in those area codes than in some of the podunks like South Dakota (605).  This consideration was not taken into effect when it was determined that 911 would be reserved for local emergency services.  Most other countries in the world that are much more civilized than we are use a number that takes a lot less time to dial on a rotary phone should you find yourself being pursued by an icepick murderer…

it's your unlucky day!

The 9 will still be pulsating when your aorta gets severed…

One of the most fascinating bits I found in the Wiki article on rotary phones involves a plan by a Washington DC anti-drug coalition to have the phone company replace its touchtone pay phones with rotary dials in the late 1990′s to discourage the practice of using pay phones to call the pagers of drug dealers, since pagers were not compatible with pulse dialing.  Alas, this was a case of applying obsolete technology to technology that itself was well on the way to becoming obsolete.  15 years later, pay phones are almost as hard to find as a rotary dial…

Dammit!!!  Has anyone seen a phone booth around here!?!?

Dammit!!! Has anyone seen a phone booth around here!?!?

Growing up in a zoo house of five kids, we wore through a lot of things pretty fast, and one of them was telephones.  We seemed to alternate through many different rotary and touchtone phones through the 80′s and 90′s.  My favorite was a phone we had maybe 15-20 years ago that was a bizarre hybrid of the old and new dialing system.  It had push buttons just like a normal phone today would, but it still sent out pulses rather than tones.  Seriously, other than a little finger strain, what was the purpose of the push-button pulse phone anyway?  Only some demented evil genius would come up with something like that…

Behold!!!  Plutonium dialing with the power of 1.21 gigawatts!!!

Behold!!! Plutonium dialing with the power of 1.21 gigawatts!!!

Sadly, rotary phones are not just obsolete in the popular notion, but they are actually obsolete from a technical standpoint as well.  Most telecommunications technology created over the past two decades no longer recognizes pulse dialing, which makes rotary phones about as useless as the pound key.  But those of us who lived with these marvels of popular science will always remember them with a warm, fuzzy sense of nostalgia.  A relic of a simpler day and time when the letters on a phone were for dialing Beechwood 4-5789, and our pointer fingers were always the most buff appendage on our bodies.  We here at The Nest would like to give the rotary phone a 21-pulse salute….

OMG!  The days when everyone had their telephone number printed on their phone!!!  Now that’s nostalgia….

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Evil Squirrel’s Nest Comic #54 — 5/9/13

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Wrapped Up Like A Douche

Instant freshness!

Instant freshness!

While there are many different elements one can use in creating a television commeecial, one of the most basic and necessary things it needs to do is describe your product and its benefits to the consumer… otherwise, you are wasting a lot of money on a 30 second spot that you aren’t going to get back in extra sales.  This is generally an easy concept to execute for most products out there… but what if you sell something that people just don’t talk about rather freely? (except on the blogs of preverted 30-somethings)

This was a challenge Massengill, who you may know as one of the leading brands of feminine douche (as if there is such a thing as masculine douche), faced in trying to get more women to send their embarrassed husbands to the store to buy their product.  Big ups though to these douchemeisters, who not only rose to the challenge of how to sell douche on TV back in the days when Bob Eubanks still had to say “whoopie”, but managed to create an ad campaign that got the public’s ultimate compliment…. we lampooned the hell out of it, and still do today!  Here is this week’s TV Commercial Tuesday ad:

Ahhh, that “no so fresh feeling!”  Gotta live this little peek into those private mother-daughter talks…

douche funny

Here’s another great parody from the funniest sketch show ever…..

I even took a stab at that not so fresh feeling in one of my past comic strips….

Oh… and I will always pronounce it DOO-key, because my Mom was the queen of literal pronunciation, and she passed that along to me….

Let’s all grab a bottle of vinegar and water and make a toast to not so freshness!!!!

Real men drink 1800 Tequila, and douche weekly.

Real men drink 1800 Tequila, and douche weekly.

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