Loose Marble

 This was the start of writing about jumping off the metaphorical hamster wheel of life and sailing the islands...Still debating about finishing the story.  I've made a couple of failed starts sharing this complete story on Facebook and YouTube .  I've never gotten nudged or requested to finish any of them, so figure there is not much interest out there....see what you think. Southern Boy Goes To Sea Rubrum Terra Firma…that was my place and life.   My feet were firmly planted on the red clay soil of Georgia for 56 years until I watched some YouTube videos about people living their lives on the aqua waters of tropical islands.   With each video I became more transfixed at the possibility of a life at sea amongst the perpetually warm, sugar sand trimmed tropical islands.   Thus started my transition from landlubber to sailor. While I’d been to and on many bodies of water; streams, creeks, rivers, small lakes, large lakes, seas and oceans I would have never be mistaken to be a s

This was my submission, tryout for some online marketing gig...as best I could tell.  I was a bit suspicious they were just taking submitters ideas and using them later.  But then I generally just don't trust people.  I thought it was a rather good submission. Assessment Assignment Hustler Marketing – EternityModern.com January 17, 2022 Applicant: Boon – David Bunten Email: BoonCartoons@gmail.com   Subject Lines: Your Home Doesn’t Have To Be - YUK! Be Happy In Your Home Dread The Weekends No More Pre-Headers: Living Room Depression?  We have a fix.  Let’s change that now. Put the “SWEET” back into your Home Sweet Home. Is your work place nicer than your home space?  You need some help decorating.  One Liner: Eternity Modern will make your living spaces eternally welcoming. Banner Copy: You should want to come home for an eternity. Image Ideas : First: Shot from the back of room looking towards the entrance door.  A weary, exhausted, and sad woman

The morning after the State of the Union address I overheard this discussion.   An individual referenced a proclamation made by President Biden regarding fossil fuel usage to be net zero emissions by 2050, effectively phasing out oil.  The comment, framed as a question, was; “If you were an executive of an oil company having to make decisions about capital investments today knowing that the future might make your product obsolete what would do?” My first thought was you’d have to assess the potential to be reality.   There is one risk in investing and running a business that you can’t minimize; government risk.   The ability of a government to, in the blink of an eye, change the landscape is forever looming.   If you think the rhetoric is just hot air then I’d say move forward as normal.   Why allow idle boast to drive decisions?   If though, you fear the risk as legit, then you have got to take a completely different tact. What really is the potential for the risk to be legit?   T

  What is it with humans and their; our, inability to follow rules?   Yesterday, at our community pool we had an incident that has me pondering this larger question.   A group of guys came into the pool area with a cooler.   From the cooler they started pulling out beers in glass bottles, in addition to this they started lighting up cigarettes.   The pool rules state “No Glass Containers in the Pool Area”, “No Smoking”.    Why could they not self-police themselves and just obey the rules?   This is where society starts to breakdown. What transpired later is not relevant to my question so I won’t elaborate further.   The simple question is why could they not just follow the rules? You see it all the time, every day.   Speeding, tossing cigarette butts out windows (littering), using a cell phone while driving, letting kids drive golf carts, parking the wrong direction on the road, leaving a grocery cart in the middle of a parking lot, not cleaning up your dog’s shit, putting a tent

 I've got a real strong creative urge going on the last few days.  Which should be a blessing but it is in complete conflict with my stern, task master of practicality...work needs to be done to make money.  Oh, the money thing again.  Yea, the money thing and the creative thing are battling it out.  I'm completely out of sync right now.  Here I am typing away while just off my right shoulder sits my laptop suspended in mid-task, waiting for me to complete something more directly related to financial survival.  All I want to do is paint something, create something.  Anything, I don't care. I used to dream of wealth, and a flamboyant life style I've seen in movies and actually participated in on occasion as being the norm in my life.  But now I can't imagine what it would be like to live that way, how weird it seems, how alien.  I might be caught saying or thinking that things just didn't work out.  I had this thought today that from other's perspective my li

Many times I feel either like I'm the most disconnected, illogical individual in the world or the world is just full of complete idiots.  We have a new public library near my home.  It just opened and I happened to be driving by and thought I'd pop in and check it out.  They have a parking area especially designated, by signage, for low emission, fuel efficient cars.  Cool, I whip my very compliant Fiat into a spot. Upon walking away from my car I notice the car in the space next to me has its engine running.  I step over to the car to investigate.  No one in it, and sure enough the engine is just purring along.  So here is where the world just doesn't make any sense to me.  I get to the main desk and wait for someone to appear.  When they do I share the information about the car running in the low emission parking spot and I thought maybe the owner might want to know.  The only response I get is, "I wonder if it could be one of our employees?"  Why th

I'm too smart for sales.  Well that is what I've been told more than once in my career.  The first time I heard it was right after I got my test scores for the licenses I have to have to do what I do.  The office manager, the guy who hired me, leaned over my cube wall and said, "You got the highest score anyone in the office has gotten.  There's an inverse relationship between success here and test score."   I kid you not that was my first motivational speech from my leader.  The same sentiment has been shared with me over the years by colleagues or other "supervisors". Hair styles for women.  Be glad I'm not Vidal.  Boon, cartoons, cartoonist for hire, boondawgoggle, doodles Well, here's how stupid I am.  I never listened to any of those observations, and I continue to trudge along after 25 years.  I just can't get my head around the idea of how the hell someone can be too smart for anything?  Smart was never a word used to describe me growi