Knock knock, who’s there? The mailman, the mailman who? The mailman with your mail.

Roses are red, violets are blue, Roses are also white, violets are also.

If an english terrier goes ruff ruff in english, what sound does a japanese terrier make in Japanese? Think about it.

Excuse me, could you close your eyes for about 3 seconds? *rotate 360* All done.

My favorite utensil for eating cereal is a spoon. I strongly recommend it.

What goes around and comes around? Trains are one of many possible answers.

Dyslexic people might read idiot as, i do it. That doesn’t make them idiots, or i-do-its.

(crap I think this last one is actually funny, I’m going to try it.)

If I was a rainbow, I would have a hard time digesting foods.

Uniquinism isn’t a word. It should be uniqueness but I don’t like how that sounds.

#1 My top friend on myspace is … Super Mario
#2 I wear clothes with my own logo on them
#3 *hugs*
#4 Now Playing – Lights , Up Next – RatM
#5 My parents named me Sheridan.

Yes, i have lost touch with reality and reverted back into supernerddom isolation keeping myself interested with my insanity.

So i’m learning about how lua, a programming language, handles logic, its all what a computer would do, but it also can be applied to real life. If you took these sentences and turned them to lua code, then you would get specific answers every time.

Do you like coke or pepsi? coke
Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just … ? its a banana.
Do you want nothing and pizza? nothing
If Sheridan and nobody else went to dinner, who went to dinner? nobody.
If my mom or jack bauer is awesome, which one is awesome? my mom.

Indecisiveness is no more! Just rules of logic.
But don’t ask me if i want justice or mercy, because I need mercy. (Justice would logically be chosen, but sometimes things are better to defy logic)

I want to name my second born, modulo. It just sounds cool.
Modulo Jiminy Thirsk
(i have an appreciation for sharply dressed crickets)

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this probably wont help me find a wife. future wife, ignore this entire post…. or entire blog, whichever.

This old man, he played fifteen,
He collects bronze coins marked ‘Ich Dien’.

This tall man has thirty nine
If i play them, what will rhyme
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I wanna act ballerific like its all terrific

I wanna be put together like there’s a cap in my feather.
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yes, the last one is backwards.

So I’m in one of those non-reality phases. I don’t know if it is a meltdown or not. It depends what you think melts, and what solidifies when these phases are over.
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I love words, and ideas, mixing ideas with words, creating nonsensical ideas, contemplating truthful ideas. Normal speech, cliches, common thought, the norm, playing the game, thinking inside the box, going with the flow, are all things I fight against. Perhaps I shouldn’t always fight them. The flow isn’t always wrong, and I can’t say I am completely anti-culture, I play the game. And when I don’t, that doesn’t necessarily mean my ‘game’ is better, or truthful. As one man I am more prone to dilusion than the masses I think. But as one man with Truth on his side, and like minded thinkers fighting the fight with me, there is a better ideology than the ‘flow’ and I can find it, to some degree I have been taught it and know it already.

Sometimes when I am sitting at home I get into a loop. I check a website, oh ya, I just read it. I look at starting a game, no I dont want to play. I open up drawing app, no nothing to draw. I open a different website, no, nothing new. I check my mail, no new mail. I check the website, oh ya, I checked it 2 minutes ago. Maybe I want to start a game, no, nothing I want to play. Maybe I can draw, no nothing to draw. I could chat with someone on IM, no, nobody to chat with, maybe I can find someone new to talk to , no I dont really want to do that. I can check my email, no, nothing there. I should browse some websites, no there’s nothing new there. I could read my rss reader. Oh, there aren’t any new articles since I just read them. Maybe I can listen to some music. I’ve heard this song already. I’ve heard all my songs already. Perhaps I feel like programming something. Oy, I have a lot to learn, maybe I should buy a book and do it later. I could just play a game but there’s nothing I want to play. Maybe there’s somethign to draw. No, not really. I can always blog. Here I am, with the bloggyblog.

I realize lately that lots of these posts are about weaknesses of mine or struggles I am not over coming yet.

But I feel like a superhero almost all the time. If you need someone to buy some groceries and carry lots of stuff, I am a super hero. If you need someone to sign some government form, I am a super duper hero. When it comes to work, I ooze greatness. When it comes to chatting up coworkers, there is none finer (ok there are some finer, but I’m on a roll)
If Sheridan comes into your mind, greatness will surely follow, because really, I came out of the womb that way. I bet even the way I came out was super. with a cape already attached perhaps. Ok, I think I over did this superhero thing… however the point still stands, I am a relatively confident person.

All greatnesss exceptions are written on this blog! This is a blog of kryptonites — full of my Mary Jane’s and achilles’ heels. Because how else do we get stronger other than shedding light on weaknesses and making efforts to improve? Making it public is a method of forced resolution. Even if this public is nameless and doesn’t actually get back to me, just letting it out there makes it more real.

But back to superheroism, I would be a black and pink super hero. I am not sure if there have been any like that. Hitman Hart had an ugly biker pink pants thing, he has no style. I am thinking sorta like dracula with his red suit lining but with pink instead. My killer move would be a baseball bat hidden in my back and a metal pen in my sock which I would throw behind me without looking.

I recently purchased a second pink tshirt, it is paler and I like it because I can probably wear it more often. I also bought a mario bros classic tee (with the image of the cartridge) that cost me more than the aformentioned pink fake versace t shirt. Hah. How about that for ebay! Versace is cheaper than some worn out game shirt.

You, the insane person who is his own friend…
what do you want from me, the aforementioned insane person?

Are you(me) getting what you want? Happiness is just a fish, neither of us want to be meaningless hedonist pleasure-seekers, although that’s what people seem to be pushing these days. What do people know anyway?
So in regards to the meaningful pursuit, are you, in future, wishing I, in the present, would somehow do something? I feel there is something wanted from me but there is a strong disconnection to lcoate the real steps I need to take. I have come as far as the road I wanted to take. So far it is going very well and it is somewhat good too. I am generally pleased. I want to keep going, but where should I be going. How do I get there? I really don’t know. Of things I know, what to do next is not one of them. Je ne sais pas. I just don’t – know, not even like a little bit.

I wish it wasn’t just me and this crazy person here. Who is also me.

Oh, and you people not named Sheridan, if you want something from me, you might have to wait inline for the internal people first? Well … that’s not true; I am quite the softie. I just hope I don’t implode in your face (which is almost never) when I’m trying to help (which is almost always).

On wednesday evening, I was feeling absolutely terrible. I had a headache. I couldn’t lay on either side of my face, instead I was looking straight up in bed. It wasn’t very comfortable. It was like I was in a coffin.

Then today bright ‘n early in the morning… before I got up (because I get up much later than ‘early’ on saturdays) I totally wrenched a back muscle. I didn’t want to move. It felt like a coffin again. I just had a nap but I couldn’t rest because ya, again, comfortable positions triggered pain so I took the tried and true coffin pose and laid there for a while.

Two minor things paralyze me to the point of short-term immobility which is like being imprisoned for a coffin. Thankfully its not a very long sentence. I think I got out with good behavior.

sheridan is nothing, thirst is everything

mellowed down songs, disorientation, broccoli and much more jibber jabber! (more…)

So I dreamed of throwing rocks around a popular pretty girl I once knew. I climbed up a super large tree next to the trampoline and from there I threw large objects but nearly missing, alternating sides while she was jumping.

When she got off, I explained that I trust my throwing skills and there was no way they would ever hit her. But she asked why I wanted to scare her. I didn’t really know, but then a mob of people grab me and threw me some in dark unfriendly place and I woke up.

Why would I want to be mean to someone? I think I was intentionally mean in my dream. I am beyond such tactics to get attention for a girl to like me. Plus i think that ship has sailed with this one female. It was more to the effect that I wanted to be disliked and i wanted to be caught.