Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Month: September 2006

  • 20060930-September Day

    Good morning to another cold and cloudy morning. I awoke at 07:30AM and opened all the upstairs windows to allow the fresh air to circulate inside the house after removing my ozone generator since this Thursday because of the possible health risk from prolonged exposure to ozone. I do not know if this is true and find breathing fresh air from outside better.

    From around 03:15AM to 03:30AM, there were several police cars speeding approximately 40MPH westbound in a rhytmic beat over a indented manhole located in the middle of the intersection. There were two vehicles speeding in between two police cars. There were approximately one dozen patrol cars speeding down this stretch of road.

    I lost my ‘20060620-Rhazzy Cat’ poem because I wanted to email Edge my masterpiece. I saw several more pictures of his fluffy cat and am disgusted at myself for saving the bad copy to my archive. I will attempt to re-create my poem but the original is lost forever. Waaa!

    I smell ‘Kali-Maw’s fried rice cooking from downstairs and the distinct smell of garlic has been working its way upstairs for a few minutes now. I should have taken my quick shower but had to spend thirty minutes online reading articles and verifying my credit card payments. I am down to a few hundred dollars as emergency money. I have been been sustained with these little blessings.

    This, my friends, is my fate. But the more noticeable image of my alien currently etched on my forehead tells me better days have always been here and now. I have what looks like two bruises as its almond shaped eyes, which are similar on some Japanese portraits of women with two dots on their foreheads. One of the three photographs taken on May 24, 2006 during the company meeting on the fourth floor of the parking garage showed these eyes.

    I’ve been running my hands over my forehead these past few weeks after experiencing severe head and ear pressures since August 1, 2006 from the psyops gang surveillance. My forehead used to feel quite smooth and round. Now I feel a very noticeable vertical ridge starting half way down the middle from the hairline. My raised bump is approximately 1.5 inches wide from left to right.

    P.S. If anyone has a copy of my poem entitled ‘20060606-Rhazzy Cat’, I would like to send one to this warrior. Blah!

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060930-Saturday Afternoon

    We ate our breakfast and left to go out. First we dropped off a couple of ‘Kali-Maw’s kitchen knives at the store but couldn’t wait because the guy won’t be in until this afternoon to sharpen these cutlery. We then went to the mall to walk around for another one hour.

    I got lost on our way to the office supply store and I decided to visit the local church fair. It was small with about two dozen booths. At least we got to spend 20.00US notes on food: two combo plates ($5.00 each); two hot dogs for ‘Kali-Maw’ ($1.50 each); one bag of chips ($0.50); two ice creams ($2.00 for sundae and $1.50 for cone); and three bottled water ($1.00 each).

    The entertainment sucked big time. Two guitarists played my favorite songs from the flower peace era. Then the next group included a bunch of uncoordinated kids. The last set did a horrible job on the hip-hop dance. The older professional band did jazz and we left because the sound system was too loud for us, especially ‘Kali-Maw’.

    I suppose we could go out again so I could get my much needed mouse pad with gel wrist support, which I recently use at work. This version reduced both the bump and pressure on my right ‘heel’ section of my hand.

    The current time is 02:08PM and there are no further police activities. I forgot to mention the police vehicles left the sides of the rode at around 01:44AM, which was about ten minutes after I got off my computer at home. I do not understand why they are trying to prove their presence to me in particular.

    P.S.
    I forgot to mention the local church fair had lots of weird looking people, who were white men. One was the sound manager of the local church fair. He did a good job with coordinating the jazz band’s sound and making the speakers hurt our ears. His left eye was more prominent and the whole face, especially the right side seemed messed up and burned red.

    The second guy was also weird looking. He stood behind me to my right and asked if I was Alice; while I was waiting for my sundae and cone at one of the ‘Ice Cream’ booth. I looked at him briefly; told him bluntly, ‘No’ and returned my gaze to the booth. His right eye was more prominent. His face was also reddened; doughy and too big and long for his height, which is slightly shorter than me.

    The third guy with gray hair, light blue, island shirt and light blue jeans acted confused. He was the second of the two weirdo’s who stood behind me to my right. After I already had both ice creams in my hands, he told me he had no money to buy ice cream. I too was confused as I took out my wallet and put it on the counter, for whatever reason; while deciding whether I could either pay cash instead of the food ticket or hand him ‘Kali-Maw’s ice cream cone. But I told him I could buy one for him later. He said, ‘It’s okay.’

    I went back to the table where my parents were sitting and told them about both guys. ‘Kali-Maw’ got mad and said I had nothing to do with those people. ‘Shiva-Paw’ laughed as usual. The second confused one stood in front of the booth and ate his ice cream for a few minutes and went to the ‘Dessert’ booth located immediately to the left of the ‘Ice Cream’ booth. He got another free food from the fair.

    As I mentioned before, these entities are loosing their human guises. And for whatever reason I am prime bait with my ‘ask and shall be given’ aura. I didn’t freak out but wanted to give that confused guy ‘Kali-Maw’s ice cream cone. I want to know what the ‘pluck’ is going on and why these people keep coming to me for help!

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060930-And Action!

    Ah! I hear the defenders of truth hovering in their copter over our neighborhood and my house starting exactly 12:00AM midnight on this Saturday, October 1, 2006. What’s going on this time, eh?

    They have been hovering for about thirty minutes. For the first 17 minutes, this one patrol car was right in the middle of an intersection and he seemed to have stopped a few cars. He flash-lighted one Audi and yelled at the driver for whatever reason.

    There seems to be two more cars nearby and then a few more down the road. Some people from the nearby cars got out and started looking in and around the houses or backyards. I hope noone is hurt because it’s not nice to ruin a nice weekend for us hard workers.

    Besides, I do need some rest without this extra commotion, in case I have to work this morning in a few hours; so we could close the third quarter books for my company. I’ve stayed late last night until 07:00PM, arrived home to find ‘Kali-Maw’ walking around indoors and ate my leftover lunch at home for dinner.

    This leftover was pasta shaped like bows. I packed the chicken for fried rice tomorrow morning. We plan to walk around the mall in the morning; so our circulation, especially ‘Kali-Maw’s legs, would flow more efficiently.

    It’s 12:30AM and the copter is still making noise. The noise hurts my head and I cannot blog in peace. One car from down the road left at 12:33AM. I keep checking what’s going on but cannot see much in the night with very low clouds of white overhead.

    A black SUV exited from one small road AND the sound of copters ceased at 12:36AM. Could we go to sleep now, please?  The squabbling amongst ourselves is nothing in comparison to the peace of whole world, right?

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060930-Crap Happened

    The current time is 12:55AM and I had a great dump after the exciting activities of our local police from 12:00AM to 12:36AM. Some nearby police cars are still parked along this stretch of road. I hope noone is hurt because it’s not nice to ruin a weekend for the rest of us hard workers.

    I believe ingesting the almighty milk added each time to my two to three cups of coffee today at work helped to eliminate the foodstuff, which was bow-shaped pasta drowned in marinara sauce, deep fried eggplant, parmesan sprinkled salad and one cheesy garlic bread.

    My flare-ups have continued more recently throughout the month of September 2006. I could only assume that my bad diet of eating too much, lack of exercise or being probed by those out worldly beings contribute to the painful episodes.

    I cannot sit long at my desk and constantly have to get up even if it means to print my emails one at a time. This allows for much needed exercise, which I do get more recently by walking 15 minutes outdoors in the much cooler weather.

    The clouds were lightly wispy around 0300PM and I did get a chance to breath the fresh air before rainy season. I no longer go home for lunch and save gasoline this way. This is mostly due to the new boss and timekeeper of all sorts. I am annoyed at the new transition but will have to adapt if I want to keep my stupid job.

    Today, I have paid down more of my credit card debt by selling my stock options and whatever else remains from my bi-monthly paycheck. I am surprised I have this much patience after being tested to the limit by both out worldly beings and those ‘Morons’ I keep mentioning.

    But the bottom line is that we are responsible for our own crap. Those that wish to participate in each other’s crap create larger piles of crap. This is the price of freedom. We are free to do whatever we want and are loved nonetheless and no matter how smelly the crap may be to some people.

    My crap happens to smell very bad and that is because I choose to eat smelly food. But does this make me a bad person? I do not know and always thought I am not ‘cold-blooded’ as two co-workers (‘Jerk Turdannatto’ and ‘Fancy Soul’) have called me. They need to smell their own crap before name calling me.

    Anyways, I do hear the copter making noise somewhere in the distant background. I do not understand why these noisy activities should occur. I wonder how many other incidences go unreported. I wonder how many innocent voices go unheard. I wonder how many prayers have gone unanswered. I wonder if we all should stop eating and crapping once and for all.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060929-See Cures

    Ack! Here I go again with my blogs. I’ve been reading the latest news on current events and see cures to the fear-mongers woes. They are signing our ‘freedom’ away every chance they got with whatever little time they have left on this planet. Most of these have occurred mostly around today.

    Let’s see. Credit agencies are being monitored. Does this mean small businesses would not get a chance to compete with the bigger bullies? Does this signal the end of lending and borrowing and the chance to stop the poor folks from going further into debt or having some form of ‘cash’?

    Let’s see. Ports are being strengthened. This seems all too nice but shouldn’t the rail system and mass transit have been part of this passage? I’d like to take the BART transit system once in awhile to Frisco or my local VTA buses to local destinations and at least feel safe to ride in one of the public transportation other than my own vehicle.

    Let’s see. Wiretapping is being allowed without court warrant. Does this mean I cannot call my poverty stricken relatives residing in the Philippines to find out who is left alive without due fear from hearing clicking noises during the conversation? What if I want to send (freely and without checking every grammar or spelling) my e-mails to poor friends residing elsewhere on this planet as a more inexpensive means of keeping in touch with each other?

    Let’s see. Military tribunals are being supported. Does this mean, if one family member is suspected of being a ‘tear-roar,’ would everyone else closely related or remotely associated from innocent children to fragile elders (mind you) will be dragged into court without proper representation and possibly tortured by any means to obtain vital data and jailed for life without seeing the sun?

    Let’s see. A 700 mile border fence is being erected. Does this mean more free time for the already debt-ridden Americanized citizens, whose jobs are being ‘exported’ to China, for example, and not so much being taken away by the Hispanic community? This imagery reminds me of a big bandage over a wound. 

    Oh, come on! The above mentioned efforts are at best futile because this could mean the end of our freedom. These silent treatments are symbolized by blind folds over our eyes, duct tapes over our mouths and ear plugs in our ears.

    Imagine if our fellow journalists, reporters, investigators, writers and bloggers are silenced forever. The messengers may disappear but the message to be free responsibly would remain forever and ever and ever and ever…

    P.S. Ah! I hear the defenders of truth hovering in their copter over our neighborhood and my house around 12:00AM midnight and a few minutes… What’s going on this time, eh?

     Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • Spam-Fri, 29 Sep 2006 14:45:23 +0000

    Andy Reed <andy.reed11@hotmail.com> wrote:

    From: “Andy Reed” <andy.reed11@hotmail.com>
    Subject: I’D BE GLAD TO WORK WITH YOU
    Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2006 14:45:23 +0000

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    FOREIGN AFFAIRS COMMITTEE
    House of Commons,
    London SW1A 0AA

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    UNITED KINGDOM.

    From the Desk of ( Andy Reed Esq,MP ) Member,
    Head of the Foreign Affairs Committee London United
    Kingdom.I have contacted you to partake in a Business that
    will favour the both of us.

    Presently the Contract Investigation Committee
    London-United Kingdom under the House of Commons has
    just reached a new resolution to Pay all their Pending
    Foreign Contractors this end of the year 2006.

    So I will demand for your information to enlist you
    among the unpaid contractors that will be paid this
    year, And after your information has been alleged and
    acknowledged by the board of director in charge; the
    sum of £10 Million Pounds will be paid into any Bank
    Account which you provide.

    NOTE: For your Assistance in this Transaction; I am
    willing to compensate you with 10% of the total funds
    after conclusion of the Transaction.

    PLEASE YOU PROVIDE YOUR FULL INFORMATION SUCH AS
    STATED BELOW,
    [1] NAME: __________________
    [2] ADDRESS: ___________________________
    [3] AGE: _________________________________
    [4] SEX: _________________________________
    [5] TELEPHONE: __________________________
    [6] FAX: _________________________________
    [7] OCCUPATION STATUS: __________________

    Also be informed that this Transaction will take us
    just 15 working days to accomplish beginning from when
    I receive your details

    Best regards,
    Andy Reed Esq,MP

  • 20060928-Daily Diary

    Don’t get me wrong. Everyone has a chance to discover their own realities and find their own deity, if any.

    I don’t care if you believe in God, Allah, Abraham, Ibrahim, Buddha, Krisha, Brahma, Shiva, et cetera…

  • Spam-Thu, 28 Sep 2006 20:22:17 +0200

    “Mrs. Deborah Williams” <deborahwilliams007@yahoo.com> wrote:

    Date: Thu, 28 Sep 2006 20:22:17 +0200
    Subject: From: Mrs. Deborah Williams (Reply Asap)
    To: [email removed]
    From: Mrs. Deborah Williams <deborahwilliams007@yahoo.com>

    Dear Sir/Ma
    Greeting in the name of our lord Jesus Christ. I am Mrs. Deborah Williams, a widow to late David Williams. I am 57 years old, I am now a new Christian convert, suffering from long time cancer of the breast, from all indication my conditions is really deteriorating and it is quite obvious that I wont live more than six months, according to my doctors, this is because the cancer stage has gotten to a very bad stage. My late husband killed during the U.S. raid against terrorism in Afghanistan, and during the period of our marriage we could not produce any child. My late husband was very wealthy and after his death, I inherited all his business and wealth.

    The doctors has advised me that I may not live for more than six months, so I now decided to divide the part of this wealth, to contribute to the development of the churches in the world. I selected you after visiting web site and I prayed over it. I am willing to donate the sum of $7,600.000.00 us dollars, to the less privileged. Please I want you to note that fund is lying in a security company in Europe.
    I am offering you 30% of the fund goes to you to for your assistant, 60% of this money will be used in all sincerity to fund philanthropic organization, orphanages and the balance 10% sent to me to at least prepare for my funeral and off-set my medical bills.
    I am taking this decision because I don’t have any child or devoted relations whose behavior has left much to be desired while I am ill and above all I don’t want a situation where this money will be used in an ungodly manner, hence this bold decision.
    I honestly pray that this money when transferred will be sured for the said purpose, because I have come to find out that wealth acquisition without Christ is vanity. May the grace of our lord Jesus the love of god and the fellowship of god be with you and your family I await urgent reply. You get back to me on my alternative email address: deborahwillis@mail2web.com

    Yours in Christ.
    Mrs. Deborah Williams

  • 20060927-Stand By

    I wanted to go to sleep after being in front of the computer the whole evening; so I decided to log back online and post this blog. This was after hearing my complimentary fly-by overhead by a copter the moment I got of the computer around 11:15PM.

    I suppose you all are wondering what is my next move. I cannot provide further instructions to anyone at this point until I access the current sit-coms. The current situation for me happens to be work related at this company and I was not a cheerful the whole day as I ranted to my co-worker via chatting.

    I already told him about leaving this damn company sometime this year. And everything seems to be falling into place – new bosses fast becoming more like ‘big brothers’ bullying about timecards and old bosses pestering about my work being slower recently. The auditors will never go away as they continue to visit me every quarter.

    I realize how stupid I am for being a diligent and honest hardworker compared to the lazy and uncommitted whiners, who are currently temporary. I don’t blame them for not working harder as temps without the security of a permanent noose around their necks like rest of us permanent workers, who have signed away our freedom as part of the hiring process.

    As a result, I’ve slowed my work down tremendously and take more breaks like the temp, ‘Feign Hurt.’ She has taught me to talk to strangers openly about very personal matters; walk aimlessly around the six of the twelve floors; stare at the passing clouds out the windows and call in sick more often than necessary. I have yet to learn how to effectively interrupt; ask stupid questions and ultimately irate co-workers, who are already talking among themselves.

    I wished I could play more indoor football like the sales department. But I’m stuck doing my work and keeping busy and out of any form of communications. I still won’t answer my work phone and have started cleaning up my area when I decide to quit that place. I’m tired of typing and sitting all day in front of the computer, too.

    I cannot stand by people who have different work ethics and I cannot provide administrative support forever. I cannot stand by while everyone else is horse playing for doing nothing related to work. I cannot stand by and know that there is injustice done elsewhere beyond the confines of the prison-like cubicle.

    What are these recent speculative stories via the media about partial disclosures of classified ‘documents?’ How does anyone, once again, suddenly come up with these sensational materials? Why not admit the vast numbers of people are awakening to the truth as the scariest story yet?

    Have enough people ‘stood by their guns’ for once and tried to at least discover for themselves that not all predators are bad but are now the victims; the alleged good people doing work from ‘upstairs’ are now ‘bad;’ or the meek are now fighting back?

    Please stand by what is basically the truth – love conquers all. If money is instead the motive, money will conquer all. If war is instead the motive, war will conquer all. Let us each be our own agent in our earthly environment and choose life as our ultimate fate.

    P.S. To solve your burning question of ‘What’s next?’ you may choose death as an alternative solution. Either way is the same. Death, in this sense, means starting all over and that could take eons. You all know should know that by now! Good night for now…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060926-Daily Blog

    I wanted to go to sleep after being in front of the computer the whole evening; so I decided to log back online and post this blog. This was after hearing my complimentary fly-by overhead by a copter the moment I got of the computer around 11:15PM.

    I suppose you all are wondering what is my next move. I cannot provide further instructions to anyone at this point until I access the situations. The current situation for me happens to be work related at this company and I was not a cheerful the whole day as I ranted to my co-worker via chatting.

    I already told him about leaving this damn company sometime this year. And everything seems to be falling into place. New bosses that are fast becoming more like ‘big brothers’ bullying about timecards and old bosses pestering about my work being slower recently. The auditors will never go away as they continue to visit me every quarter.

    I realize how stupid I am for being a diligent and honest hardworker compared to the lazy and uncommitted whiners, who are currently temporary. I don’t blame them for not working harder as temps without the security of a permanent noose around their necks like rest of us permanent workers, who have signed away our freedom as part of the hiring process.

    As a result, I’ve slowed my work down tremendously and take more breaks like the temp, ‘Feign Hurt.’ She has taught me to talk to strangers openly about very personal matters; walk aimlessly around the six of the twelve floors; stare at the passing clouds out the windows and call in sick more often than necessary. I have yet to learn how to effectively interrupt; ask stupid questions and ultimately irate co-workers, who are already talking among themselves.

    I wished I could play more indoor football like the sales department. But I’m stuck doing my work and keeping busy and out of any form of communications. I still won’t answer my work phone and have started cleaning up my area when I decide to quit that place. I’m tired of typing and sitting all day in front of the computer, too.

    I cannot stand by people who have different work ethics and I cannot provide administrative support forever. I cannot stand by while everyone else is horse playing for doing nothing related to work. I cannot stand by and know that there is injustice done elsewhere beyond the confines of the prison-like cubicle.

    What are these recent speculative stories via the media about partial disclosures of classified ‘documents?’ How does anyone, once again, suddenly come up with these sensational materials? Why not admit vast numbers of people are awakening to the truth as the scariest story yet?

    Have enough people ‘stood by their guns’ for once tried to at least discover for themselves that not all predators are bad but are now the victims; the alleged good people doing work from ‘upstairs’ are now ‘bad;’ or the meek are now fighting back?

    Please stand by what is basically the truth – love conquers all. If money is instead the motive, money will conquer all. If war is instead the motive, war will conquer all. Let us each be our own agent in our earthly environment and choose life as our ultimate fate.

    P.S. To solve your burning question of ‘What’s next?’ you may choose death as an alternative solution. Either way is the same. Death, in this sense, means starting all over and that could take eons. You all know should know that by now!

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060926-Tit Tat

    Safety fear – has promoted – us to hear – wars are noted.
    Foreigners – hold disclosures. – Coroners – hide exposures.
    Lack of oil – fuels for greasy money – and the spoil: – golden honey.

    Another attempt at Sijo poetry of three lines with internal and external end rhymes.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060926-Soul Sensation

    Oh, sole mio! I am alone! But I do not feel lonely for some reason. Does a soul exists somewhere in my being? Am I conscious of the indwelling of spiritus? I think so. I know so. [Ooo! I rhyme again!]

    Well, my story goes like this. I was relaxing on my back with closed eyelids, which were fluttering with much apprehension. The out-worldly being was doing something to my brain and/or mind with his fingers and I did not know what the procedure was on me.

    All I did was to relax while he was ‘working on me.’ All was well because goodness was my only concern. My thoughts strayed a bit and I didn’t have my usual mind talk or self conversation of any particular topic.

    After a few more minutes of relaxing, my mind struggled with whatever was happening and my eyelids flew wide open. Suddenly, I heard from somewhere inside of me yell: NO! And this command was directed at the out-worldly.

    Upon hearing my voice or hers (whoever she was) from within me, he immediately removed his fingers from my head. He got up from his chair or stool almost quite abruptly and promptly removed himself further back away from me.

    Whatever happened that day still remains with me now. As previously mentioned, some are friendly. But I suppose nothing further could be done to me without my consent or agreement. And that was enough to make the out-worldly stop.

    P.S. I love blogging my stories. This particular story is subjective and this is as close as I could get to prove souls do exist. I will not allow anything less than love to possess my whole being – mind and body.

    P.S.S. When someone says he or she needs a new body, this is no joke. 09/27/2006 08:30AM (Pacific Time).

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.