Here are my notes entered on the “Memo” app of my cellphone:
10/18/2011 12:38pm: We left home at 10:00am. At the same time I saw the sidedoor to the garage door of the divorced nutter living next door to us open up. Paw and I walked around the mall three times — twice encountering Ben and Minh and once meeting Maw, who did two, one-half circuits.
From 11:00am to 12:30pm, Maw talked to Minh and Ben talked to Paw and me. We learned of his military background from Q-5 clearance up in Huntsford, Oregon from DOD to DOE. He talked of how the corporations are controlling the government, of working in Lousisana and the tundra climate of Greenland and its barren, lonely environment of one female nurse and thousands of GI, or working a total of 250 years of military service (in the Air Force) by his father, four other brothers and his son; proudly showed us his Urkel-like photo (of thick glasses, white turtle neck and baby blue sweater) from Defense Logistic Agency; and shared his knowledge of military generals (with “prima-donna” egos) from a THICK book he bought from a book store. Of course, Omar was mentioned, along with Marshall, Patton, Eisenhower, McArthur, Churchill, George VI and pals.
10/18/2011 09:20am: After eating this morning’s breakfast, I was thinking about the clones of Obama. Each clone has lots of ego. If indeed clones have no souls and despite the fact that each clone has a perfect replica of the original Obama ego, then the “creators” of the clones can destroy these replicas because they are dangerous. After all, “There can only be one.” That’s from the 1986 film “Highlander“.
10/18/2011 08:48am: En route home bound from this morning’s mass, Maw had talked about her jokes at work. Her co-worker, Joan Lewis, and she would joke about another co-worker. Joan’s speech is rapid, too. And when both of them tried to pronounce the name of another co-worker, Doug Hunter, it would sound like they were talking about a “dog hunter”. That was over ten years ago.
10/18/2011 07:40am: You know it’s bad when you have a watery poop: you start to sweat. You know it’s bad when you have post nasal drip: you start to gag and get teary-eyed.
10/17/2011 08:14am: I recall how space probes were sent up into space and how “golden records” contain information that might have confused alleged intelligent life found on other planetary system. One sample might have included a fictional film, which the alleged intelligent life might have confused as being a reality based on this earth. And when these intelligent life forms found earth, they made a mess of our reality by producing “class acts”, thinking that is how the human species communicate. That is false. Because we humans remember telling the truth and not dramatize half-truth through social media outlets.
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