Topic # 256 : List the awards shows you think should exist, but don't. Why should actors and musicians be the only ones to go to fancy televised galas? Award show. What do these awards recognize?
Best Use of Symbols
Well, it appears that most popular actors and musicians who are puppets to TPTB. By the use of certain symbols in their art, they are sell-outs to Satan for fame and fortune. Their hidden messages are the same: become dehumanized through drugs, alcohol and sex.
Topic # 256 : List the awards shows you think should exist, but don't. Why should actors and musicians be the only ones to go to fancy televised galas? Award show. What do these awards recognize?
Best Use of Symbols
Well, it appears that most popular actors and musicians who are puppets to TPTB. By the use of certain symbols in their art, they are sell-outs to Satan for fame and fortune. Their hidden messages are the same: become dehumanized through drugs, alcohol and sex.
Topic # 255 : If you were a piece of furniture, what would you be? Explain why.
wooden chair on the grounds of Mohonk Mountain House
I'd be a simple wooden chair and hand made, if not, hand carved to a smooth satiny finish without paint or lacquer. Without a chair, I would not be able to sit down at a table to prepare food for guests, eat food with family, tell stories to kids or blog online to readers. A chair provides a means to rest after standing for long periods at time.
Topic # 255 : If you were a piece of furniture, what would you be? Explain why.
wooden chair on the grounds of Mohonk Mountain House
I'd be a simple wooden chair and hand made, if not, hand carved to a smooth satiny finish without paint or lacquer. Without a chair, I would not be able to sit down at a table to prepare food for guests, eat food with family, tell stories to kids or blog online to readers. A chair provides a means to rest after standing for long periods at time.
Topic # 254 : Where's your favorite view? Where is it? What city is that in? Describe the scenery.
From the eastern side of the twelfth floor, I once saw lots of fluffy, puffy clouds of white against crispy blue skies near Mt. Hamilton and its brown, rolling hills during summers and lush, greenery during winters. I saw how beautiful the scenery could look without the reddish to brownish muck sticking in the horizon as smog.
Topic # 254 : Where's your favorite view? Where is it? What city is that in? Describe the scenery.
From the eastern side of the twelfth floor, I once saw lots of fluffy, puffy clouds of white against crispy blue skies near Mt. Hamilton and its brown, rolling hills during summers and lush, greenery during winters. I saw how beautiful the scenery could look without the reddish to brownish muck sticking in the horizon as smog.
Hahaha! I’m having too much fun tweaking my `Custom Menus` via Dashboard >> Appearance >> Menus (or via https://[user name here].wordpress.com/wp-admin/nav-menus.php].
So instead of duplicating the `Contents` page with the drop-down, custom links feature of the top (or primary) navigation bar, I’ve removed forty-four of my precious pages and added only three `custom links`: About, Author and Contact!
Again the layout to my weblog has been inspired by modeling after my favorite websites online.
Besides going nuts over the `best` WordPress.com theme and despite wanting TIME stamps directly underneath the blog titles, I’ve decided to quit – not blogging, but changing themes and keeping `Twenty Ten by the WordPress team`. Why?
I’ve discovered the customization of the `Menus` and added four more of my sites as part of the `Primary Navigation`. Plus I could ALWAYS changed the URL, Navigation Label and Title Attributes for each `Custom Links`!
As a result, I’ve edited ALL my pages to be set as its own `Parent (or main) page`. This means the link for each page will be cleaner and immediately follow after the domain name proper.
I’ve also tweaked my `Living with Orgone` site to have four widgets at the bottom and four sites of the `Primary Navigation` located on top.
“Can you smell it?”
~The Rock (wrestler Dwayne Johnson)
The air in the lobby of our local parish smelled of sewer. We had attended the 10:45am mass. The air inside the church blew the smell around but some of the sulfuric smell lingered well into the middle of the place.
The air in Maw’s bedroom smelled of old fart. I had finished saying the rosary with the twosome. The fan inside her room blew the smell around but some of the sulfuric smell lingered and my fan from outside the bedroom didn’t help.
I hope one of Shrimpsei’s blue-colored, top-off, pyramid orgone piece works to clean the horrible smell in her room.
In addition to my old blog `Phoneying Tags`, the Babbling witch continues to cover her ass and spin a story about why my relatives didn’t wonder why we didn’t come earlier when Lola had passed on in the nursing home. Maw wondered why she didn’t call when the Babbling witch worked in the nursing home.
Anyway, while listening to the conversation between Maw and the Babbling witch over the speakerphone, I mentioned a few things ALOUD so the notorious Babbling witch will spread as gossip among the relatives:
“Mean people do not know nice [people].”
“The old hag (my paternal auntie Malformed) can live in the gutter [for all I care]”.
“Maw is more than willing to allow the nasty Malformed to live with us in San Jose, CA. But Paw and I will say: “[Hell], no!”
I’ve a feeling that my paternal, first cousin Joh is in deep shit. From what I’ve gathered from Paw, my paternal Uncle Gigolo babbled nonsense to Paw about wanting to spend over $250,000.00 to retrieve the run-down hovel of his eldest sister – Malformed’s house, which now belongs to someone else.
As per my blog entry long ago, Joh had quoted that same sum amount to me and asked my parental units if they could help me pull through with his UNETHICAL business deal. (Pete, this area is familiar to you). The boy has even instructed my parental units not to inform me of his recent vices. But Maw already felt something was wrong with the boy.
I feel that Joh, Glorge his demonic mother and his other relatives can burn in hell for their misdeed to my parental units and the old hag. On the flip side, the old hag shouldn’t live in that house since she doesn’t know how to pay her bills, doesn’t clean or dust her house or consider how much of a burden she is to her younger siblings.
So while driving the twosome, Maw said the boy described me as `negative`. Good! That means the truth is getting on his damn nerves. I hate Facebook and all the stupid things people put on their walls. I had to clown the boy in public in a nice way, of course.
He put up a nice photo of his Paw and him posing in front of a wine barrel and he put a text along the line of: `Like father, like son`. I took that to mean his father drinks alcoholic beverages, which is false. I sense the boy is becoming an alcoholic to hide the truth.
I responded as number five to the photo that his family doesn’t drink alcoholic beverages and would only taste the stuff during special occasion but never acquired the taste for the bitter stuff. The following day, the idiot took down the photo and comments.
I’m sick of my relatives and Facebook, which needs to be shut down. PRONTO!
While doing my number two business into the toilet, I’ve read my favorite book and the section about `special projects`. Prior to pooping, I had wondered about my VERY telepathic J.B. from over three years ago. I was lying in bed and recalled how I sent out my distress signal via thoughts and how three entities `stepped through` from my right hand side where my wooden crucifix was hanging next to my bed room door.
Then a thought occurred: Since the world operates in symbols (and not through texts or sounds), I saw what the `cross sign` REALLY represents. It’s a `dimension shifting symbol` for entities to `step through` into our world especially when humans are going through deep emotional trauma. If y’all haven’t read what I mean, you should do more research on the blog of that particular event.