Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Month: October 2010

  • 20101021-Sylphs Ahoy

    During this morning’s lunch break, I saw a big sylph! I hugged him good and the other small ones of fluffy, puffy clouds in white and some in blue. The high altitude ones appeared to have a cast of “serene” blue and white. Some clouds were horizontal.

    The lunch break sported clouds that look like wispy feathers, like jelly fish. The sun was covered by sylphs. But I brought my umbrella just for extra shade and comfort.

    Later in the afternoon, some more sylphs appeared. Oh, and the chemtrails appeared to have been eaten, just like the other day.

    The weather was much cooler and slightly breezy, enough so that I didn’t have to sweat and thereby remove my undershirt. The black vest helped to keep me slightly warm in case the weather got too cold suddenly.

  • 20101021-More Spooks

    Sometimes I like company while walking. There are times when I’d wish they’d go away. Today, I wanted to walk with Mike but Gonzalez, the security guard was talking with him. So I decided to take off after chowing down my 1 cup of lunch and wash it down with plain water.

    After walking VERY slowly around the eBay area for 45 minutes, I replaced my walking sneakers with my ugly clogs for work. Lo and behold, the creepy one – Theresa – calls out to me! Damn! Please go away! I just want to be left alone! God! Get a life!

    Anyway, she wanted to go upstairs. But I had to “powder my nose” in the downstairs bathroom. But there were two other athletics just washing up. I don’t maybe people who are pretty much strangers are creeping me out.

    If I’m hired full-time, I’ll have to sneak out to avoid her. I already lost my freedom downstairs in the lunchroom because of the other pest who kept asking me personal questions. And the upstairs lunchroom is so noisy with stupid FOREIGNERS.

    She called a few minutes after I left for today’s lunch walk. God! It’s getting creepy. Damn friendly freaks! The only time people close to me is when they want something. Do you know what? I’m bankrupt. So fuck off!

  • You’re up sister!

    At around 10:13AM today, I received a chain email from a co-worker. Normally, I don’t like to use the employer’s email for my personal use. This blog entry goes out to Donna, Diana and all the other sisters, who need a hug from God.

    I thought you could use a God hug.

    It’s on you, Sis!

    IN 9 MINUTES SOMETHING WILL MAKE YOU HAPPY,

    BUT YOU HAVE TO TELL 9 SISTERS YOU LOVE THEM INCLUDING ME!!!!

    Dear God:
    this is my friend, whom I love and this is my prayer for her

    Help her live her life
    to the fullest.

    Please promote her
    and cause her to excel
    above her expectations.

    Help her to shine
    in the darkest places
    where it is impossible
    to love.

    Protect her at all times,
    lift her up when she needs
    you the most,

    and

    let her know when
    she walks with you,

    She will always
    be safe.

    Love you Girl!

    Now you’re on the
    clock . . .

    In 9 minutes something
    will make you happy. 😉

    But you have to tell
    nine sisters you love them,
    including me.

    Get going girl!!

    Do not ask the Lord to guide your footsteps.
    if you are not willing to move your feet.  

    God Hug
    God Hug between Sisters

  • 20101021-Bored Again

    I’m bored again. In only ten minutes, I’m done scheduling new orders and this is within 45 minutes after getting my mug of MilkyWay chocolate and French Roast Decaf coffee, generating and emailing reports and while blogging. The sunshine is coming out and the cloudy fog is lifting from the Bay Area. I wanted to buy my scar gel and brown lipstick after this morning’s mass but I wanted to get to work early so that I could leave work early. Plus, that’s food money for my family.

  • 20101021-Dream Journal

    The whole dream felt like Thailand – multi-colored and vibrant.

    Scene 1: A guy and I were making out on a floor to a room where three other Asian guys were present and quite unconcerned. He was to me left and behind me. The guys were to me right. The room was bright.

    Scene 2: The same guy was seated at a bar. To his right was another drinker. I was standing on the outside and looking at him from his right. His gaze looked up at me as he took another swig. He passed out because I carried him “fire-man style” over my right shoulder. I expected his weight to burden me but he was light as a feather.

    Scene 3: I went upstairs to find one room to place him on bed to sleep off his drunken state. Then I saw Tess K. pointing to a ceramic figurine of he on an amoire located to my right. We walked off straight to my right.

    Scene 4: Then I found myself getting showered with other naked Asian women. We were models preparing for a photo shoot. There were other guys there but they were unconcerned during the hustle and bustle of the activities. The place was dimmed and blue and gray in color.

    Scene 5: From the many showering stalls to my right and left, I went straight to the store full of merchandise. We were to pick one article of clothing to wear. I choose a white mesh shirt with some blue and gold designs somewhere. I was only wearing my underwear.

    Scene 6: I posed for one shot and then posed with others on either side of a long table. Then I wandered around some more.

  • 20101019-Divorced Nutter

    When I arrived home from buying a coffee cake roll from 99 Ranch as a token of my appreciation for the hard work of the twosome the prior day, Maw reported that the divorced nutter stopped hammering.

    Why is she hammering on the top of her patio when she could have her handyman of a second husband (or an illegal ALIEN) do the job for her? He is being irresponsible because the crazy one needs direct supervision. For all Maw cares, she could be spying into our backyard or better yet hurtle her poor self off the deep end.

    An imagery came to my small mind of a lost soul, nay, a demon possessed fleshy body. She kept hammering away – similar to a ghost story in which an entrapped ghost in the attic would knock on the door or wall. It’s sad really to see something so tragic. Yet I felt humored because people can overcome those entities.

  • 20101021-Tweaking Again

    Out of sheer boredom and lack of joy, I’ve switched many WordPress.com themes, only to return to the Fusion theme by digitalnature due to the “front/home page” option of “excerpts” for posts.

    With the “Layout Width” set to “Flexible”, I’ve discovered the versatility of the “Footer Widget Area” and have placed the blogroll “Links”, because this theme does NOT have an “Archives template” for pages.

    A single sidebar is set to the left and I’ve removed the fruity, rainbow colored “header”. The default is basic black and white.

    As a result, I had to tweak two sidebar “Image widgets” to match the overall monotone color of my current weblog. The “Sunboy” image of pinkish is now an eerie silhouette of someone’s head! OMG! I’m freaking out! St. John the Baptist, too, is colorless and less fruity.

  • 20101020-Noticing Numbers

    While lurking online, I came across a Yahoo! News about:

    AP IMPACT: Israeli settlers building 544 new homes

    By KARIN LAUB, Associated Press Writer Karin Laub, Associated Press Writer – 56 mins ago

    KARMEI TZUR, West Bank – Israeli settlers have begun building new homes at an extraordinary pace since the government lifted its moratorium on West Bank housing starts — almost 550 in three weeks, more than four times faster than the last two years.

    And many homes are going up in areas that under practically any peace scenario would become part of a Palestinian state, a trend that could doom U.S.-brokered peace talks.

    According to an Associated Press count, ground has been broken on 544 new West Bank homes since Sept. 26, when Israel lifted its 10-month freeze on most new settlement building.

    So that’s the double digit number of 544 or the reverse of my agent code 445 (CA license plate number and land line phone number).

  • AP IMPACT: Israeli settlers building 544 new homes

    While lurking online, I came across a Yahoo! News about:

    AP IMPACT: Israeli settlers building 544 new homes

    By KARIN LAUB, Associated Press Writer Karin Laub, Associated Press Writer – 56 mins ago

    KARMEI TZUR, West Bank – Israeli settlers have begun building new homes at an extraordinary pace since the government lifted its moratorium on West Bank housing starts — almost 550 in three weeks, more than four times faster than the last two years.

    And many homes are going up in areas that under practically any peace scenario would become part of a Palestinian state, a trend that could doom U.S.-brokered peace talks.

    According to an Associated Press count, ground has been broken on 544 new West Bank homes since Sept. 26, when Israel lifted its 10-month freeze on most new settlement building.

    So that’s the double digit number of 544 or the reverse of my agent code 445 (CA license plate number and land line phone number).

  • Damn Freaks

    At around 9:55am, the lesbo coughed near my desk! Well, actually it was near the girl to my right. She’s a short, “white” FOREIGNER with a strong accent, who has short dusty blond hair and wears 3/4 sleeves and slacks. I said under my breath: “You clown.” When she came back at around 10:02am, I said under my breath: “You freak.”

    Yesterday, on my return walk with Theresa during lunch, she used her mother as an example and made an off-hand comment, not once but twice or thrice (I think):

    “Do you want to date me?”

    ~Theresa’s mother upon hearing her daughter knock on the bedroom door…

    I’m like (in my mind): Fuck off, you damn freak! And I laughed it off, played with my big Rose Chapel umbrella and walked faster in front of her. I was wondering why she would mention Charissa and something about bi-sexuality sometime last week or so.

    To TPTB and the Mormons, get these freaks away from me! Although, I’d love unity regardless of sexual orientation, there is something wrong with that “LGBT (or GLBT)” agenda. Personally, I’m not flattered but rather offended.

    Just because I walk tough, talk crank, dress in slacks, wear short hair and no make-up, doesn’t make me interested in the same sex! Get over it, freaks! And get on with your “alternate lifestyles”. I’m getting cooties just thinking about these subtle and unwanted advances. Yuch! Eww! Sorry: My bad!

  • Universe’s Heart

    The constant frequency ringing deep inside ears and somewhere deeper yet inside my skull is four to five octaves higher than 528 HZ, which is supposed to be the frequency throughout the universe – its heart.

    I’m narrowing down the alleged sound range to be between 2222 HZ and 2500 HZ or so. Of course, my best judgment of what I’m hearing may be completely unfounded and inaccurate because no one else will help me determine that noise as “acquired” since I was a child:- I was sick and medicated a lot to alleviate the symptoms and pain, too.

  • Listening to Len

    So at 11:11pm tonight, Dr. Len Horowitz is talking on CoastToCoastAM.com. I have two small radios and the reception for each one sucks! There is interference and the noise sounds like a drill-like “waaannnngggg” in the background. No matter how many times I try to tune into our local radio station 560am KSFO, the sound coming out of the speakers fizzles, sizzles and fries!

    Obviously, something thick is in the air. I can feel it in my head – like the notably strong interference from the AT&T router to my right. I had to place it down on the ground but that didn’t do any good. The computer tower on the ground and computer monitor on the desk are both disruptive of the radio’s sounds. So I don’t know where to pin-point the interference. It’s got to be somewhere.