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