Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Month: January 2010

  • 20100127-Connecting Them

    After clapping my hands in front of my chest several times, I just opened my eyes to see the atomic clock read 10:36pm (or 22:36pm). Of course, my timezone is Pacific Time. I just read a CLOSED forum thread about the Mayan Elders and then another thread about Haiti. The pressure seem to have subsided a bit and then returned but less of a sensation.

    My first imagery as to why I’ve been suffering SEVERE stuffy head and ear aches may have been due to the earthquake in Haiti and sensing people being trapped under slabs of concrete. They may still be alive but I told them to let go and be raised up. At 23:40pm, I clapped my hands three times again in front of my chest and the head and ear pressure subsided again and then returned but less.

    Earlier tonight during Obama’s `State of the Union` speech, I let my simple mind wander. I saw in my mind’s eye a single entity, robed in white and very vertical. I also communicated with other life forms of this earth plane that seemed familiar to me and even to the blueish quark. I also heard Obama speak rapidly a bit when I was visualizing their weakness – sexuality.

  • 20100127-Hyper Parakeets

    Well, since yesterday, we had to separate the parakeets. The four boys get the big cage. The two baby girls get the black cage. And Yeyo, the golden blond chick, gets her own small purple cage, in which Bugsy was transported from his former owner to us.

    Maw caught Bully-Boy going on top of Yeyo, who tried to shake him off. The alpha and VERY protective purple male, Bugsy, tried to intervene but the much BIGGER, turquoise Bully-Boy launched himself at the almost human-like Bugsy. Simon and Pimon are brothers and get along fine. But this afternoon, I saw them fighting with each other, necks stretched upward and one foot from each clawing on each others’ wings.

    Originally, we had the three females together. But because the six year old Yeyo was in too much heat and attacked the two other baby girls, I had to separate her in another cage. Now I have three friggin’ cage to clean out! My god! These are just seven parakeets! What would happen if I had REAL CHILDREN to care for?

    Peace has been brought upon the parakeets. But they are still as talkative as ever, especially Bully-Boy who is two years old. Bully, bully, blah, blah, blah… I love them!

  • 20100125-Cleaning Out

    After dinner and watching television, Maw and I went upstairs to get settled for the night. But I wasn’t feeling tired at all. So I decided to clean out the drawers and cabinet of the vanity area. The vacuum sucked up mostly loose hair.

    I ended up dumping expired supplemental vitamins (like the smelly fish oil), skin creams with the burning alpha hydroxy ingredient, eyeglass cleaning rags, hair bleach of white the bleach developer rendered its plastic bottle brittle, eyeliners that smudges, skin tanner, fragrances that smells sweet or musky, etc.

  • 20100127-Projecting Problems

    I picked-up the boy at his work around 14:30pm. He was sorry to have bothered me as a taxi cab driver since his wife was busy at work to finish a project that must be completed at 95%. The point is that the wife is really and primarily responsible for her husband, who needed a ride to the auto shop so that he could pick-up his repaired car. It’s sad that she is not flexible enough to drop whatever needs to be done at work and take care of her NEW family, the boy in his time of need.

    During the ride, he started stirring up controversy. I believe the boy was projecting his problems in his marriage when he mentioned his own parents not having a perfect one. My first impression was how he noticed his father mistreating his wife during the growing years. The boy mentioned how he should be less like his paternal side. I replied that he cannot avoid what he is and what he saw in the past.

    For whatever reason, he mentioned his cousin Shill’s 7th anniversary with Jov via her Facebook.com. Honestly, I’m her oldest paternal cousin on our father’s side and I don’t friggin’ know or damn care if they got married by the judge, seriously! Twice in the past and in HIS face, I asked Jov, her then (and still?) boyfriend, if he would marry my cousin Shill because she is good. But the buckteeth geek with the eyebrow tick said: ‘NO! NO WAY!’ I was taken aback at his insensitive response, which sounded like a `Goober` from the `Andy Griffith Show`, if you will.

    Recently, the boy has been including Shill as an example in his conversations. I wonder why he would care what is going on with that nutter of a cousin. She already expressed sentiments about her reservation with getting married due to her coming from a divorced family (like Jov did) even after I told her over out last phone conversation years ago about her just living with a companion because it’s not good living alone with her mother, who really owns the house up in San Ramon, CA.

    Anyway, I tried to explain to the boy that Shill cried during Shell’s wedding because Jov would NOT marry Shill and not out of jealously and typical of any emotional single, brides maid like Shill – as per the boy. But because we believe Jov saw something not good with Shill. For whatever reason, the boy shut me down again for expression what MY KEEN OBSERVATION indicated; for he said girls are all the SAME.

    I told him I’m like all his paternal relatives, not meant for marriage because dealing with problems in relationships is complex. I compared myself to aunt Malnorm who never had a child. And the fact that most of us just get married without giving a damn, as long as there is someone to pull our weight around. That’s why cousin Joh got divorced. His mother already saw something wrong with the girl.

    The boy later blamed us old timers again about allegedly losing a $300.00 automobile piece that could have went towards the repair of his car. But since it’s his word against our, it is not good for us to continue a relationship with someone who thinks the world is against him. He chose that path.

  • 20100127-Buzzing Noise

    I awoke this morning to loud buzzing in my head and both my ear but mostly the left ear. The event started past midnight while working on my computer. At 12:06pm, I noticed a silverfish walking upon the white-washed walls underneath the west-facing window at the same time.

    I took Allegra 100mg and felt no improvement. I applied one big drop of regular rubbing alcohol into both ear holes and felt no pain, thank goodness. Now, I’ve applied a homeopathic ear ache relief and plugged up my ear holes with cotton to keep the natural ingredients inside the ear.

    I thought this was another severe attack of HAARP activities. But then again, I don’t know what is going on. I heard earlier this afternoon my left ear hole make a distinct, single but soft `hum` noise, almost as if something was triggering a pull on the ear drum and without pain.

  • 20100127-Weathery Ways

    Well, the whole morning was cloudy and gray. At around 1400pm the sunshine came out! Now it’s VERY bright and there are some patchy clouds and some misty light blue skies. I think someone is feeling happy again! Whoever you are or whoever did a good deed must have answered a call to action. All it takes is some hand holding.

  • 20100127-Tongue Flickers

    Recently, I’ve noticed that both of my bio-units have been licking their lips more frequently and sticking out their tongues. The boy does the same, only to EMPHASIZE his point as if what he has to say is final.

    I’ve noticed on televised, mind programming cable shows how certain conservative personalities would stick out their tongues to show who they really are on the inside:

    • Sean Hannity
    • Bill O’Reilly
    • Glenn Beck

    They won’t stop flapping their pie-holes. I’ve been getting sick and tired of their noise. Please turn off your televisions and radio stations. It’s not worth hearing their `side` of the show.

    Newt Gingrich also is a tongue flicker.

  • 20100127-Happily Ever

    I remember reading of a children’s fairy tale story titled `Snow White`. But the version is by Grimm’s Fairy tale and quite dark. The story could be comparable but by no means contrasting to that of a market system. Below is my simple list showing what I see:

    • Snow White | Slave
    • Stepmother Queen | Reptoid
    • Hired ax-man | Thug
    • Creepy dwarfs | Recruiter
    • Prince Charming | Investor
    • Animals | Friends

    Here is a summary of the story:

    Snow White was born a princess and beautiful, too. She wasn’t loved by her stepmother, the new Queen, who is really a reptoid. The enraged queen was so jealous of her step-daughter that she hired a thug to execute the girl. The innocent girl escaped the axe of her would-be killer, who with a good conscience, a strong moral conviction and with mercy, let the girl live.

    Snow White wandered in the forest and met a bunch of creepy little men, or to be politically incorrect, the seven dwarfs. They are hard working miners and manage to live without paying taxes to the laws of the land. They hired Snow White as their maid, who cooked, cleaned, sang and danced for them instead of accepting monetary compensation. The arrangement worked well for awhile until:

    Of course, the handsome Prince Charming road on his white horse through the forest, heard Snow White sing and dance, instantly fell in love with her and later tried to revive a sleeping zombie with a kiss, which worked. The Prince Charming has invested well for the couple is supposed to have lived happily ever after.

    That is supposed to be the ending of any story? Why can’t that happen to all of us, huh?

  • 20100127-Been Applying

    While I would love very much to stay at home, I’m not getting anywhere. I need money to buy stuff from companies, which needs our consumer business. I need health care insurance in order to have a check up for maintaining possible high-blood pressure, hypertension and high cholesterol as part of old age. I may need to have my glaucoma and hearing checked-up too.

    I would like to work, be on the payroll, with a company that matches my worldview. But I do not see myself doing desk job. I’ve been mistaken as being a sales or retail clerk while shopping in various department stores. Maybe I should go into sale but my personality is too quite and shy. My hearing is bad and the fact that I get easily distracted (probably from inheriting a mild case of ADD).

    But I’m not having much luck looking for work. I keep applying online via the temporary agencies, via Yahoo! HotJobs and via CalJobs (www.caljobs.ca.gov). I actually got a response from the one via CalJobs and have responded to the lady from my email address, providing the updated resume, cover letter and three references. It’s local and up in Milpitas, CA.

  • 20100127-Keep Busy

    What does being unemployed feel like? Last night, I was chatting with my cousin from Philippines and here are two of my responses:

    `[Yahoo! ID deleted] (1/26/2010 10:34:49 PM): it’s like staying in a nursing home, being old and wanting for death!`

    `[Yahoo! ID deleted](1/26/2010 10:35:04 PM): working keeps person busy.`

    It’s better to work even part-time or have a some business on the side line and at home, too. Without the incentive to feel worthy or appreciative of one’s ability to do something for one’s life, there is stagnation. And the mind rots from lack of motivation and enthusiasm to life and living.

    The spirit is willing but eventually the body deteriorates from lack of employment, sitting all day in front of the television and eating fatty and unhealthy food. The body is meant to work moderately and not too hard or else the stress level factors in a death sooner from medical complications and a life of no longer that to longevity.

  • 20100126-Chatting Online

    That morning, I’ve greeted four chatters online as seen by the yellow smiley faces. One from Oklahoma greeted me stranger and probably from using a different user-name. Out of the three former co-workers, only two greeted me. The third one ignored me and her yellow smiley face was not smiling but gray and a former blue and green logo of the company we used to work years ago.

    Later that evening, I was talking with my cousin from overseas. We greeted each other as normally. She shared her photos of two guys, one 51 years old from Australia and the 36 years old from Britain. As far as I’m concerned, I don’t like her lifestyle. But she makes a great sales person. I ended up scolding her for LOSING her money. We know she gambles. Maybe that’s why our cousin Analyne ignore her via Facebook.com.

  • 20100126-Not Yours

    The boy came over for lunch that Sunday. He said something profound:

    `It’s their money! They can do whatever they want with their money. If they want to spend money to lobby with the government, it’s their money. Sure, some companies are corrupt but not all of them. I’m sure with prudence they would protect their investors, stockholders and other interest while taking care of their debt to creditors.`

    ~Old soul (01/26/2010)

    The point is: Capitalist, fat cats are the ones that provide people jobs and the incentive to strive for success and work hard in exchange for monetary compensation. Although my blog entries will continue to cap on those banksters who continue to deal behind closed doors with various entities (including governing bodies of nations worldwide), it’s their money.