Toilets

That's mostly what I talk abouyt in today's episode. What else is new, Sherman?

Look WHos come up with a Website!@

Check this out: I had a dream last night wherein I came up with the best Idea I've had allo year: TV Films . com - a site where yu let the movies come to you! What it is ,is a site where yuo can find information about any move, EVER. Just go to the site and type in an actor, and voila! I've mocked up the lookabout for the site here:



Look at that!@ Tell me somebody's not going to want to use that and buy it for millions of dollaras! Palm Springs, here I come!'

Love ya kids,

Sherman

Episode Numero 13

What is a hero? Maybe you can answer that one, pally.

End of SUmmer

The end of summer brings with it many joys and sorrows, among them the end of summer. Where I'm at, the weather is pretty consistent, but it sure is hot in the summertime. And you? Mayhaps you have better weather in the summer, maybe even snow? Shoot me an mail.

Art is Art is Art

Found this the other day whilst doing a vanity search on yours truly, (*Sherman_). It's a performance piece, a lo a nd behold it's not sjust some guy in his basemt, but he's doing it live! This is art, folks,a dn they saw fit to include me. Thank you heaveans, someone is listening, and they're an artiste to boot!

Sherms

I'm Digging It

I'm on Digg now, folks, and thanks to Serth for setting up my new Digss. It's pleasant there, pleasantly blue, and hipefully we'll bring in some new readers and followers to the site! This will be quite a ride - this will be quite a ride as we take off to soar with more followers than ever before! Listen well to what I say, for I have the internet to speak to.
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Sherman

The Lonely Bar, By SDHerman Oak

Got a good'n for you, friedns, as I share chapters two and three of my novel, for now entitled" Lonleiness at a Dive Bar" or "Divin' for Pearls" if the character of the female turns out to be named Pearl, which she might!!!!

Thanks for listening, (and for "READING.")

Sherms

Parties and Why I Hate My Neighbors Episoide 11

So here's the deal: I have a phone conversation RECORDED on this podcast, whereing my neighbor proceeds to tell me "F You, Sherman." In not som many words.

Thank you,

Sherman



P.S. Also I'm on a roll with these podcasts. They come flying out of me like Cthulhu from his slumber, so listen well, and listen fast! LOOKOUT!

Found aobook

Found a book today that had inside it a treaseure: pages. You see, on those pages were words,a nd I'm not talkin gcurse words, I'm talking honest to goodness words about people'
s lives, their stories, their likes and their disinterests. Pick up a book today, on national Sherman Say's day. Today we bring you the magic of libraries, so go out there and get one today. It'll do you good.

So You THink You can Dance

Is there anytone out there that knows why we sit in front of a box of flashing lights andl isten to ipods of music and think ourselves fulfilled/ I rmemeber when the best thing in the world was sitting down next to your fathrer's cigar and watching those fireworks go up in the sky, the smell of ozone right up into your brain you'd get when you inhaled those sparklers, not the part that's the physuical part, but those lights. Oh, those lights. I wonder when we goi outside on this 4th if we'll even remember to turn off the bube tube. Is there a vision in the sky, tell me, that you vcould get on that box? I think not. I think what you'd end up with is a whole lot o f electronic madness. Look into that set and see what, not your soul, but a whole jumble of mess, right there on your TV screen. These things are tearing us up, by letting us down. I watched a program just the other day that had that THkn we can Dance nonsense on it, and I didn't know these celevrities, I just came to watch something with a story, and DANCING WHERE"s the STORY IN THAT? CAn't these celebrtities wake up and realise no one's listening to their blog posts? Wake, up SHerman.

Podcast 10: The Podcast

New podcast up, about a rather intimate subject. No, I did not have sex with a woman, I jsut went on a date and had a delightful time, that is a delightfully seuctive encoutner.

Podcast 9 Wherein we discuss parking

Parking tickests are the evil, and I've said it aloud now, so listen.

Life in General

I've been thinking a lot about what makes a man a man, and what makes a happy man a happy man. The truth is, nobody really knows. You go back to the philophers and they don't tell you crap, but they do, it's just htat none of it works. I tried a Bhuddhist ritual the other night after hearing a story about that particular religion/far eastern philosophy during a 60 minutes-type in depth news program, and I tell you what, meditation don't give you nothing that a nice night of rest can't give you. There is nothing in this workd that cannot be solved by 12 hours of uninterrupted sleep, except maybe a smile from a lady. If you're uncertain as to where you're headed in this life, look no further than your own self, and do not pity, nay do not pity, for that is where the dark side lingers. I've had dark thoughts, sure, but in those times where I'm thinkning such dark things, I tell myself toi buck up, pal, because there's a lot more out there than just feeling sorry for yourself. Idon't believe in a God that's angry, but I do believe in one that's spiteful, because h'es spited tha pants off of me. Why else would I be living in a one-bedrrom apartment with no cable TV and no one to share a book with at night? My fondest dream is to find someone who won't mind it if I read out loud to them. Looking at someone nestled close while I read out loud would just fill me with love, an no, I wouldn't mind if they fell asleep once in a whiel. Readin is calming, and I would like my love to be calmed by the sound of my voiec. In peace, Sherms.

Mussings

So it's come to my attention that some of you out there are getting pretty cynical about the world and pretty down on your dumps. What I'm here to tell you is: it's not your fault! There's a scene in the movie where Robin Williams tells this to Matt Damon, andit's absolutely true. ABSOLUTELY. There is no reason in the world to get upste about people dying and money running out and people jumping out of ubildings and such. Look at the world around you and smell what your neigbhor's cookin' and love the earth and the planet. These are the days, my friends, and someday you'll loou back on them and say, "Yes, I did make the most of my time out there mowing that lawn, talking to the birds." I'm sorry to drone on, but these posts are what keep me intersted in living.

Loev of My lLife

OK, I don't want to say anything that might jinx this (and thus make me a Coke ower), but I ithkn I may have met the woman of my dreams, and this time it wasn't in my dreams! This woman has legs like a soldier, and she strust around like nobody's business, cept it's my business now because I want to take her for a ride and call her friend. GIRL friend, that is, and perhaps one day wife. You know that in Spanish for wife they just say woman. That may sound degrading to some of your young folkls, but that's the way SPanish folks are - it's that machismo. Well I want to make this woman my woman, if you know what I mean. I've got to talk to her- tomorrow, maybe, so wish me luck. I don't know where tomorrow may find me, but it could be I'll be making, and having, love.

-SHerman the lovemaker

I'm not ready to give up on this yet, but that day's coming. Because don't we all like to give up on things once in aqhile? I tried footbaths (using

More Bloggers to My Site

There is a need to get more bloggers onto my site makeing comments and asking me for my opinions on things like life and public transit and such. I don't do religoin, though, so let's stray from that topic. To seque, let's get some bloggers in here to read MY POTS!

Thank you for listenting, and tomorrow I've promised Seth I'm going to startt checking my posts for grammar and spelling, though not always grammar, but spelling.

Good wishses to you all, my friends and bloggers who will read this.

Shermanator

Success and Such

OK, so your grandchildren are whopping successes in Lafayette, you know what missy? I don't care one smidge about how your grandson Michael's law firm is doing when he's 29 and I'm older and fit to have such a carerr but I have an empty apartment full of spite and cat shit. You know what else? I don't own a cat, so where the hell did all that come from? Oh, from my neighbors? Well then don't come looking to me when that cat's covered in its own filth because I certainly didn't smear feces on its fur. I just kicked the damn thing.

OK, I apologize, I didn't kick anybody's cat I'm not cruel or unusual. What I did do is kindly ask you to stop telling me about Michael and Margeret (or Marguerite - I don't know what you said, I swear you said it both ways) After all, they're your grandchildren, and I don't want them in my life. I don't want them anywhere near it.

Also, thank you for letting me borrow your thermometer - I will return it after I've finished using it. You can expect it in an envelope on your doorstep along with something special.

-You Know

Today's the day

No, it's not my birthday, though tat does come around once a year. It's Sherman's Video Extravanaganza day! Go to this site: Youtube.come, and see everything the internet has to offer.

And you know what that is, friends? It's filth. There is a lot of garbage coming out of there with men dressed as women and friends killing friends. I watched every video on there, and I can tell you there's nothign worthwhile I couldnt' get by sticking my head in a toilet. Now, I know you say your internet is filled with knowledge, and technology and society and all that, but I give you a cat running around with a box on his head and say, now what's the use in that? Show me a cat ggiving a speech on ethics and I'll pay you a dollar for the priveledgE!

Now everytime I turn on the internet I go right to this you tube and find all sorts of new things, and even my friends online are not really friends - they don't recognize me by name or post comments to my blog or enter my music contest for my poidcast, and I'm left thinking where the real friends are? What's the udse of the internet if you can't make real friends?

Peace be with you, (internet) friends,

Shermans

Tyrants

Here's the thinkg, I will not accept her punishment. Just to talk to me, just to talk to me is what she wanted, and here I sit with a bloody face and another borken pair of glasses. And I ain't talking about pilsners, folks. These ar3e subscription, and I cannot make it to Lenscrafters tomorrow or Friday, but I'm damn sure going to take these down the hallway and sayy, "look here, you wretched woman," if you want these nowhere near your face, I'd pay up, buddy boy. I'm fuming mad that she does not take into account what kind of pain she can cause my face with those red as fire nails of hers. I'm pissed, folks, to quote the youth. I cannot stand by and let that woman scratch my face and break things like my reading glasses which I need to drive.

Forgive me for taking this out on you, gentle readers, but raging bitchity will not stand.