Cotton Candy, Not Just for the County Fair

A certain someone in the office, we’ll call him Cotton Candy Head for the way his hair sticks out on the sides, trapped me in my office to tell me about his difficult day. It really does look as if someone is pulling pieces of grey cotton candy off his balding dome. Now, normally, I wouldn’t mind someone wandering in to complain but CCH has a tendency to digress from his original point several times over. In fact, yesterday, Arlo counted no less than four digressions in relaying a five minute vignette. He makes my head spin faster than three consecutive shots of Gobble-Gobble 101. At the end of today’s talk, I come to realize that CCH’s discussion was little more than a thinly veiled attempt to get me to follow up on a month old offer to bring in half and half so he can use his space vacuum to make coffee. As I recall, I offered a couple bucks, not a trip to the grocery store, CCH suggested the half and half. Another month without a haircut and I’ll be able to jam that cotton candy comb-over right in your mouth to shut you up.

Hugs and Kisses,
-Sherb

Hello, I'm Johnny Knoxville and this is Halloween!

When you see me this Halloween dressed as my hero Johnny Knoxville, please don’t kick me in the balls. Actually, if you happen to see the real Johnny Knoxville, don’t kick him in the balls either, he doesn't like it. I’m seriously considering purchasing a cup for the evening. Sure with all the beer it might be hard to take a piss (excuse my vernacular) but I'm quite certain the added protection will be worth it. I fear Arlo is going to attempt to prove to others I’m the real Knoxville by having them beat me senseless about the testicular area. Certainly a trick but by no means a treat.

A New Dilemma

Is it better to feel pain, grief, sadness?
To be self loathing, feel the fear, give in to the thoughts to be self injurious?
At least I would be able to feel something.

The dull mind numbing sensation that has taken over my body is unnerving.
It’s as if there is nothing more than a broken, empty shell left behind.
I’m beginning to understand their plight more and more for it has become my own.

-Me

Gaius Sherbus Caesar

Friends, Romans, Bloggers, lend me your eyes.

Veni, Vidi, Bibi! You figure it out. At least I remember something from all those years of taking Latin.

...and how are you today?

I’m young and I’ve made some mistakes with my life.
And now solace for me is at the bottom of a pill bottle.

All I’d like to do is find the key to escape reality.
For soon I’ll be past the point of no return.
Becoming bitter, cruel and cynical with age.
I don’t want to be that way, grown up, old before I have to.

Is there nothing left for me here on this earth?
Heaven knows I’ve longed for a second chance.

-Me

Hit the road Jack

"What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? —it's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies."
-Jack Kerouac, On the Road

A little inspiration from Jill

RAINY DAY PARADE by Jill Sobule
Listen To It Here

I used to have the world in my handbag
How did I manage to blow it?
I missed the bus, I lost my heart
An an awful lot of mornings
I used to have the stars in my pockets
Now I just watch them on TV
My friends, they've all run away
But they'll come back again
And we'll have a celebration
Getting back on my medication
We'll have a rainy day parade

I used to live with someone who loved me
But somehow they ran out of patience
I regret those things I said
They were so uncalled for
Can't you see that the weather is changing
The dark clouds over my head
About to burst, I've seen the worst
Let it pour all day
'Cause I'm filled with good vibrations
I got that old sensation
We'll have a rainy day parade

You're gonna want me back
You're gonna let me in
We're gonna wash our sins away

Got the world in my handbag
Got my notebook too
Got the stars in my pocket
I'm gonna give them all to you

And we'll take a long vacation
We'll sweep across the nation
We'll have a rainy day parade
Getting back that old sensation
Back on my medication
We'll have a rainy day parade

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But for having a handbag, sounds just like my life.
Still waiting to get back "that old sensation" and have my "rainy day parade" though.

Hugs and Kisses,
-Sherb

Bee Gees = Brothers Glum?

Trying to pick up my mood yesterday I turned to my iPod for something a little upbeat. I figured some pre-disco hits from Barry, Robin and Maurice might do the trick. Boy was I wrong. After listening I think I felt even worse. No wonder it was rumored Andy committed suicide*.

Take these lyrics from their "Best of the Bee Gees" Album.

Holiday-"Millions of eyes can see, yet why am I so blind? When the someone else is me, It's unkind, it's unkind"

I've Gotta Get a Message to You- "One more hour and my life will be through, hold on, hold on."

I Can't See Nobody-"I walk the lonely streets; I watch the people passing by. I used to smile and say hello. Guess I was just a happy guy."

Words- "This world has lost it's glory"

I Started a Joke-"Til I finally died, which started the whole world living, oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was one me."

Tomorrow, Tomorrow-"Where lies the man that I was, and the future that could never be?"

First of May-"Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by"

World- Well the hole damn thing is pretty depressing.....
Now, I found, that the world is round and of course it rains everyday.
Living tomorrow, where in the world will I be tomorrow?
How far am I able to see?
Or am I needed here?
If I remember all of the things I have done,
I'd remember all of the times I've gone wrong.
Why do they keep me here?

Massachusetts-"Something's telling me I must go home. And the lights all went out in Massachusetts the day I left her standing on her own."

To Love Somebody-"There's a light, a certain kind of light, that never shone on me."

Every Christian Lion Hearted Man Will Show You-"Don't walk so tall, before you crawl."

New York Mining Disaster 1941- I mean obviously here it's a song about a trapped miner**.
"Have they given up and all gone home to bed, thinking those who once existed must be dead."

I don't know, maybe it was just my mood, but I don't think I'm that wrong here, these guys are depressing.

Hugs and Kisses,
-Sherb

*Actual death due to myocarditis (inflammation of the heart)
**From what I know and NIOSH there was never a mining disaster in New York in 1941 nor in 1939 as the Bee Gees have said. 1884 or 1909 are possible dates or maybe those crazy Aussies got KY mixed up with NY.

New Look in Sherb Land

If only brightening up your day was as easy as changing a few settings on your blog.
As many of you can tell I've been in a pretty shitty mood.

This has quite literally been my diet for the last few days:









I don't like to give away too much here in Sherb Land, I like to make you work for it. If you're a biochemist or pharmacist or something, then I guess it will be pretty easy. I will tell you that one of them is caffeine though.

Hugs and Kisses,
-Sherb

My Song For You by Shooter Jennings

The dying day paints a portrait of sadness
Upon this lonely LA tier
Have I found a home, in this prison of my own
trapped in a borderline carreer?

But there she sits, In the store on 13th street
walking a borderline of her own
is she ever gonna know the way that i see her
when she walks into a room?

and I'm not exactly happy
about all of the things that I've done
I've made some mistakes and I know that I'm young
and I'm sorry if I've hurt anyone.
But of all the things that I'm proud of
And the places i've found in the sun,
the way I find myself loving her
is the best thing I've ever done

God knows its hard to let someone new in
when you're still looking for a sign.
but the harder it sits, the older I get
but the taste is as sweet as wine.

so come with me, skate across the dance floor
as i sing my song for you
but if you let go, i want you to know
that i'm saving my dance for you

and I know I've climbed some mountains
that I probably never should have climbed
I feel I've fallen farther and hit bottom harder
than any man with reason or rhyme
but if I only had a way to show you
how deep my heartache runs
and the way I find myslef loving you
Is the best thing I've ever done

And if anyone would have told me
that I would ever loved anyone this way
I probably never would have listened,
but now I'm here and i have to say:
that you only make me stronger -
I've never been more proud of anyone.
And the way I find myslef loving you
Is the best thing I've ever done...

Just one of those afternoons I guess....

Dreams dreamt and dreams forgotten.
How much time is left before the night stars fade into the morning sun?
I wake with bitter tears in my eyes for I have painted myself like the frauds I hate.
I can see so much further without my eyes.
Feel so much deeper without my hands.
Hopes and fears, the courage to be fearless.
I try so hard but nothing seems to work.
Surrounded by people yet all alone.
Scared of going backwards, slipping away.
I’ll be okay?

I'm Still Here!

"Call on God, but row away from the rocks."
-Hunter S. Thompson

Here is what they had to say about the Mightyman Half Ironman Triathlon:

"One word best describes the 2006 Mightyman: EPIC. A decade from now people will be saying, 2006 was amazing and for you athletes that were there, this is something to tell the grandchildren.

Three more words to describe it further: Challenging, challenging and challenging!
The course, the weather, the distance. What was best about the day was how it was handled by the athletes and staff. The list of people that made this event happen is very large. First and foremost are the athletes, without you there is no event.

There was no shame in not racing on such a challenging day. The people who decided to save it for another day were applauded for making the correct decision, surprisingly there were not that many. Out of the over 600 who checked in, a whopping 487 took off for the swim!"

There is something great about watching you competitors give up to be plucked from what was supposed to be a calm, flat pond. Instead, the waves had white caps and each one pushed you further from the finish. Then there was the biking with less than ten yards of visibility on slick roads, open to traffic, during an electrical storm. Or running through ankle deep water only to finish with a pair of mud and blood covered kicks. That's the stuff I'll remember. That's the stuff I live for.

Hugs and Kisses,
-Sherb


p.s. My thanks to Arlo, the Asset and the rents for lending their support.