After stepping out of our local parish, there was a family of three giving away free gray-colored kittens. One was the `mom` squatting next to a make-shift cardboard box container, the other was the tanned, surfer-like husband, and their scruffy-haired son, who was holding up one of these kittens.
I said aloud: `Oh! Kitty! Oh! Kitty!`
It would have been nice to adopt those kitties but since I’m not the homeowner of the place I reside, I could not take them home.
After trying yet another WordPress.com theme: Steira by Made by Elephant, I decided that bigger fonts reflects my ego in the Wu Wei theme by Jeff Ngan, who posted a nice Vimeo video of him playing a simple and soothing tune on a ukulele. I was going to post a comment but it was about his finger picks.
Originally, I set this WordPress.com theme to a darker color scheme of a LIGHT fonts against a very soft gray-color background. Apparently, someone preferred darker fonts against lighter backgrounds. So I had to take that reader’s opinion into consideration. The colors are now orange, like my gravatar of a golden-colored sundisk.
The theme is one-column and fits nicely to a screen resolution of 800 by 600 pixels. There are three bottom (or footer) widgets. The columns vertically align almost perfectly unless I add another link to my Blogroll widget. Plus, the same `path.jpg` has been uploaded as the theme’s header.
Again, I’m hoping for more themes with hardcoded time stamps because my blog entries occur around the time my thoughts manifest or when experiences come to light. Whatever. Enjoy!
After from washing down my red lobster face from walking outdoors in the scorcher, I returned to my desk around 1:20pm to find a nice surprise on my desk. I’m assuming it’s Theresa D. or Jen P. Thanks and bless you kind soul.
Anyway, it’s a bag of `Veggie Chips – Potato Snacks` from `Trader Joe’s`. The taste is rather OILY and I hope not to get the runs later on. I’ve been tempted last night to eat a lot for dinner, which I got rid of this morning thanks to one Ducolax tablet.
Now, I’m being tempted to eat while snacking. This is to keep the `hungry demons` from making verbal noises via my mouth. It works.
While walking in the scorching heat of the outdoors, my mind createde again! This time it’s about the sun. I think the actual sunrays are cool and not hot.
I noticed that the shades underneath the trees are cool; while the patches of exposed, gray-colored sidewalks are hot. I believe the earth itself is warmed up enough that the radiant energy from the ground warm up the surrounding air!
Today’s post-lunch walk is a scorcher! I’m red in the face and look like a lobster, seriously. I had to remove my `Angel’s Are Real` undershirt because it’s wet! I feel like a baked potato.
Thank goodness I have an flowery-scented spray to make me smell good. For whatever reason, I smell like garlic and onions. I suspect it’s because I don’t use underarm deodorant, which contains aluminum and other chemicals! But I’m using the stuff again because of all the cute guys working here. Haha!
A few minutes ago, the damn Filipino named K!m T#$$ – (whose last name rhymes with the former Entertainment Tonight host), coughed near my desktop. She has VERY long and VERY straight black hair but the face of a dog who likes to party. I could understand her Filipino language while talking on the damn phone.
Her boss is John, the V.P. I’m sure he’s wants to shut her up and force her to go see the doctor about her constant and daily cough, which from some Chinese is a form of utmost respect – the louder the cough, the better the respect. But he’s a weakling, too.
So as she round the corner to my desk, I made a strong `loo-gee` sound with my right index finger and over my lips. I’m such a fool, too, but a mischievous one. I don’t care as long as I get the job done.
Maybe she’s got some contagious lung disease and is spewing the stuff into our atmosphere. OSHA should investigate. Brouhaha! I don’t know if she smokes or has asthma instead. All I know is that she needs to go away. It’s too bad this company keeps losers like her.
Yesterday after coming out the dental office, making a U-turn on Steven’s Creek Blvd., and waiting at the street light to turn left on Winchester Blvd. en route to northbound 880, I saw to my right the building sporting the following Chase bank logo:
I’ve read online the many complaints from this particular bank and their business practice of going after people who don’t pay them. For example, the `auto-dialer` would continue to call the wrong number long after the resident has passed on or moved out. In other words, the thugs do not accept C&D letters and would only stop if Attorney Generals get involved.
Anyway, the Chase logo looks similar to the various forms of `thuggerisms` found in:
The swastika (from Sanskrit स्वस्तिक svastika) is an equilateral cross The swastika (from Sanskrit स्वस्तिक svastika) is an equilateral cross with its arms bent at right angles, in either right-facing (卐) form or its mirrored left-facing (卍) form.
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I wonder if ancient aliens have something to do with human suffering, such as financially, and genocides, such as the Holocaust.
After stepping out of my local parish this morning, my mind created again. As mentioned in my previous blog entry, gays have the right to marry and are entitled to the same benefits as heterosexual marriages.
Last night, Maw and I saw the sweetest form of affection. Both Bully-Boy and Buddy-Boy were grooming each other’s heads. You see, they are father and son, respectively. But for whatever reason, Bully, the turquoise colored one, has no clue that the Lutino (a completely yellow-colored parakeet or albino) is NOT the female known as YeYo, who is also a Lutino.
So while both are males, they do NOT have sex or even dry hump like the stupid homosexual humans, who take that same clueless love too far in the eyes of God. Humans have debased themselves BELOW (or LOWER) than animals, who know better than to have sex with the same gender!
Further, if these gays (or lesbians or whatever) truly love each other in a spiritual sense, they do NOT need to follow the propaganda behind homosexual marriage and the STATE laws and regulations to DICTATE or enforce the behavor of `free love`. Get it?
Today, another Jackboot gave a four-door sedan a ticket. Just when I the streetlight turned green does the fool pull out from the bicycle lane. I will continue to monitor their activities to make sure our hard-earned, taxpayer’s money is profiting, err, protecting our streets.
Yesterday a Jackboot was waiting at the corner and as usual leaning up against the cement logo of the company.
While pretending to work hard, a couple of WHITE guys were walking towards the backdoor. One guy kept repeating the word `schizoid` many times. I mumbled under my breath: `losers` many time, too. I sensed that the listener to the right of this jerk wanted the guy to shut-the-f^ck-up.
Of course, jerks like him are already cursed to hell. Further, those using the back door improperly are cursed to hell, too. So beware for your fates `losers`.
Well, Maw just got off the phone with the Babbling for one hour. Earlier, Maw was talking to Bella. And Uncle Dead refused to speak with Paw:
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
So right there, based on the information gathered, Uncle Gigolo, Uncle Dead, Joh, the Macster and pals may have DEFRAUDED their elderly sister by not paying the refinanced loan to the now repossessed house.
Three choices are left for the old hag:
It’s a classic case of elderly abuse – take their money, pension and Social Security. So that means the old hag will no longer hold her stupid parties in that stinky, smelly, dirty old house.
Well, Maw just got off the phone with the Babbling for one hour. Earlier, Maw was talking to Bella. And Uncle Dead refused to speak with Paw:
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
So right there, based on the information gathered, Uncle Gigolo, Uncle Dead, Joh, the Macster and pals may have DEFRAUDED their elderly sister by not paying the refinanced loan to the now repossessed house.
Three choices are left for the old hag:
It’s a classic case of elderly abuse – take their money, pension and Social Security. So that means the old hag will no longer hold her stupid parties in that stinky, smelly, dirty old house.