Your Daily Paws

Day: October 8, 2006

  • 20061008-Sunday Night

    The current time is 10:00PM after I rested for three hours. I logged into two other Yahoo! profile and checked for any chatting messages. And sure enough I’ve gotten the same message from a ‘chat_detective.’ I responded to both with ‘Who’s this?’ and then set this spammer to ignore. Replying to these messages was the only way I could ‘archive’ the messages for future references.

    Won’t the H.S. Abomination stop bugging me or anyone’s Yahoo! account? I read somewhere that the ‘See Eye Aye’ owns Yahoo! If what I read is true, then to heck with Yahoo! By the way, Yahoo! has a circular building, which is located near a church in Santa Clara, CA and across from one of the towers where I work. I’ve been a member of Yahoo! for over ten years and so far the crap has increased via chatting.

    Recently, I would receive email spams from one of the two accounts above. Once again, this has to do with spammers from Nigeria asking for money and other businesses located in the U.K. I wouldn’t know what newly weird oddities could show up at anytime. I know that these two accounts have been marketed because I have more Yahoo! accounts floating around that do not acquire spam.

    Dinner was eaten; the dishes and laundry have been done, except hanging up my clothes. I tucked the parakeets in for the night with their freshly washed cover; ate my ice cream prior to my three hour rest; and read my comic strips and some articles online. I keep learning little things every day.

    While resting, I got bored. I easily get bored. As my mind wandered, I thought to myself, ‘If Go[o]d originally came first and sprouted two mirror images of the original – Bad Go[o]d and Good Go[o]d, thus creating three Go[o]ds of the same, then there should be no ‘evil.’ And, lo and behold, I came across another article showing that people get into a bad habit of practicing bad behavior, thus forming tendencies towards bad attitudes. This is what I mean by COPY CATS!

    The bad aspects of humanity seem to loop over and over again like a broken record because of copying other bad examples. In recent news, I see that this North Korean country tested nukie-heads successfully. I thought the current focus was on the Iraq country in the Middle East. What is going on here? These countries are copying each other to scare the whole world and ultimately each other for power and control. They are COPY CATS! [Personally, I would not copy the bad hair job of that crazed leader. He looks like a mon-chi-chi.]

    Stop copying each other by being sick; in pain or angry! We should learn to practice Go[o]d qualities, like being quiet for once! Eventually, people will get tired from all the noise and come away softly and gently. I like soft and gentle. This is like resting peacefully on a cool summer day and reminds me of soft pillows and gentle music to sooth and calms the nerves. Ooo, I feel in love already!

    So, yeah, practice goodness whenever possible. The choice is yours alone and free will allows these choices to be made possible. I notice when I get angry that affects other. If I say out loud, Hi! I love you! Good morning! How are you doing today? that would make me seem overly friendly. But at least I tried. This is better than being a grouch forever.

    P.S. I would encourage those who continue to be angry to stop. People could get hurt, you know.

    Divorces: Please stop ruining the family unit and try to reconcile any differences. If there is already trouble is air-head land, please make a clean break before making any children. I’ve seen people affected by the breakups – guys become alcoholic and children become bitter. However, I’ve seen people move on with their lives and re-marry, which is fine but never the same.

    Death: Please stop getting hurt and nurture the inner child. If babies could stop sucking their thumbs, one could lick their wounds and move on. There is a life after death, really. But what would I know? I do not remember my past lives, if any. So do yourselves a favor and think outside the box of physical death. Immortality is such a long time and being alone forever is impossible.

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

  • 20061008-Sunday Evening

    The current time is 05:54PM and we have finished washing the car. The laundry is being done to wash away the dirt and grime we’ve gotten while ago. At around 05:30PM and closer inland, a high flying plane made its way from north to south and laid its double trail cloud. At 05:43PM, the trail cloud did not stick. I am sick and tired of you people copying each other!

    Any way, I had to take my long shower after doctoring the parakeets and eventually found myself napping with my eyes closed on my bed. At 05:00PM I heard ‘Kali-Maw’ holler from downstairs, ‘Let’s clean the car!’ Darn it! I had to get up and do the right thing in life and go with the flow. This means if poop, which is cleaning the cars, has to happen, let it be.

    I tried to clip on my hair behind my head clumsily; made my way downstairs slowly as each knee cap unhinged from its frozen state; got the outdoors slippers to wear; got the keys to ‘Shiva-Paw’s car and found ‘Kali-Maw’ was already hosing down my car. ‘Shiva-Paw,’ for whatever reason, stood by like a robot and didn’t budge. So I reversed his car from the garage to the driveway and we all proceeded to wash the car.

    ‘Kali-Maw’ and I had to holler at ‘Shiva-Paw’ to commence the cleaning of his car as he stood in the middle of the garage a few more minutes. I think we are all getting older. And I’ve noticed that we are slowing down more recently. These simple instructions, like get the sponge; start washing and dry the car, are all that older folks like ‘Shiva-Paw’ will need to function normally in the years to come. He’s a good man but sometimes it’s hard to think for each other. I believe this is what is referred to as ‘teamwork.’

    Oh my god! And I’ll be the one to care of my parents since ‘Squirrel-Ling’ is the younger from me and, well, he happens to enjoy himself ‘selfishly’ more without interferences from us. That figures! I think I mentioned this issue in my previous blogs but girls happen to be the ones to care for their parents; while the guys move on with their lives and wives and all because of ‘spit’. That’s what I believe is true! He’s a good boy, though. Oh my god!

    Tomorrow will be another day at work and another dose of reality with my other family. I do not know where they got the idea that working is a second family. I’m not really close with the people I work with and that’s because I would feel hurt to get too close when the time comes to say goodbye.

    I know there will be a time when I have to leave the company and that have better be soon. This is based on my biological clock, which is telling me I better make children because my bodily parts are beginning to hurt and weaken. Also, my patience is wearing thin as I complain like anyone older fart about working too hard. I really should not complain because there are dirtier jobs out there.

    Well, ‘Kali-Maw’ hollered again from downstairs to announce dinner time. ‘Time to eat!’ And so it is.

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

  • 20061008-Sunday Afternoon

    Firstly, I am full of Vietnamese soup (or pho). The current time is [Buurrppp!] 02:00PM. My meal was a regular soup full of white vermicelli noodles and chicken without skin along with two small slices of jalapeno pepper, handful of bean sprouts and hand picked mint leaves.

    I ate only the noodles and veggies and drank a glass full of Thai ice tea and the complimentary hot tea to wash down the foodstuff as a substitute for the soup. I’ve taken home the leftovers for dinner tonight.

    Around 12:00PM and prior to eating this lunch with my bio-units, who got the beef noodle soup versions, I saw three white trail clouds being laid around the southwestern skies of the Bay Area. There were wispy clouds nearby as this one plane traveled in that general direction.

    This particular trail cloud didn’t look straight and actually seemed to curve slightly downward as if to avoid the large wispy cloud above. Both trail clouds and wispy clouds did not stay for very long. If I am correct, the sky seems blue and the sunlight very bright. Yes, indeed, I know why. There were white mistiness and brown muck earlier this morning too.

    Earlier, after eating breakfast, we went to walk around the Great Mall in Milpitas, CA. Maw and I did our slower strides for a good twenty-five minutes while Paw had his faster pace. We would always rest afterward in front of the water fountain where children played.

    During our resting period for another fifteen minutes, we saw: an Asian baby wipe its face from ear to ear with a napkin, a black girl with blond hair and Asian girl (with the prettiest smile and dimples) throw their pennies into the fountain, an Asian boy (who seemed autistic) wipe the fountain with his sweat pants; another small Asian toddler playing with the water; and a South Indian boy smiling at us from his baby carriage. Both the toddler and father would look at me. (Hehehe).

    My walks were not at all fast both yesterday and today. I have been feeling winded out lately. My left foot and my bad–left knee have been aching for the past few days. Last week and probably from eating too much salt during those special days of the month, my right foot felt full one night at bedtime.

    I decided to drive us three near the foot of the hills. We drove by to see the ranches with horses on the right and a bunch of other houses on the left. Straight ahead there were those houses on the hills and there were sale signs at the base of one gate leading upward to the community.

    I suppose the housing market is getting softer with the jobs getting the hardworking people nowhere fast. And that means a good sign for the buyers, who cannot afford to buy these bigger boxes of high brow amenities. I’m still stuck at my bio-units’ house, by the way.

    After we got home from lunch at around 01:00PM, I noticed that one of the parakeets had stains on her left foot and discovered her vent was all messed up. Some feathers from the surround area have been plucked and it looks quite bald. I guess she could not pass her eggs, if any, because we didn’t provide a nest box for her or wanted more chicks than we could handle.

    So my priority was clean her up, which I did by grabbing her; holding her under the faucet of running warm water and soaping the area well. I had to hold my tongue from screaming out loud as her sharp beak bit into my right index finger twice. Each time I adjusted her head between my index finger and thumb to hold her steady so she would not inflict pain upon me. She was a bad girl!

    Then I decided to trim the beaks of her two brothers. One had a beak that turn almost inward toward his neck. I washed a nail cutter in detergent and then poured the boiled hot water to further disinfect the tool. I wasn’t sure if I would end up cutting the vein inside the beak but prepared Q-tips and alcohol to disinfect the area in case he bleeds. He was easy to grab because he didn’t know what I was planning to do with him. And in a few minutes he had his very first beak trim. He was a good boy!

    The second one knew I would grab him. I had to slowly follow him around as he tried to escape within the confines of his cage. I had to point to and tap his beak to show why I was trying to grab him but he continued to elude my hand. Finally after five minutes of this chase, I grabbed him but not securely enough. I had to re-adjust him from left hand to my right hand so I could hold his head steady while I snipped off another length of this beak with the sound of ‘tick.’ I wanted to cut more but he made a peep noise and that meant he had enough. He was a good boy too!

    Then I fed all five birds (except the sick one) their favorite oat groats as a reward for their cooperation and used the hair dryer on the wet one for a good twenty minutes. I think they understand they won’t be hurt by me too much; otherwise the birds would be screaming their heads off.

    Next week, I plan to cut further upwards to control the growth of the boys’ beaks. Maintaining the health of exotic birds such as parakeets is a challenge. I try to avoid intervention whenever possible and let nature takes its course. But these bird are like bio-unit members to me. And when they are in distress there is no avoiding any help.

    And yes, my help has extended to members of the both bio-unit and relatives, who ultimately turned their backs and bad attitudes to me (and mostly my bio-units, as well). This life experience has been observed both at work and at home. Strangers, on the other hand, seem more sincere because they cannot always get away with being rude or easily hurt by those that attempt to show kindness in the first place.

    Why does this seem to be the case? I suppose this could mean that helping those in need does not always mean anyone related by blood or close at heart. Now I understand why people do not do business with bio-unit or relatives because this could create a conflict of interest. I wonder why certain people do not understand that basic premise and try to make a big deal when they cannot get their ways. As I mentioned before, angry people do seem spiffy at times.

    P.S. Buuurrrppp! Ah me!

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