Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Month: November 2014

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    So, the greenish-eyed, thick-bodied security guard with curly brown hair tied up in a bun and in her blue-badged jacket stopped by the black baby grand piano on the second floor and asked me if I was a professional pianist. I was about finished when I got up and closed the lid and told her no. Then she said don’t play on it and walked away.

    I didn’t sense her presence but the synchronous timing was perfect because I ran out of ideas on which songs to play. Bitch.

    So, you see folks, even PAMF refuses to have even a volunteer, like moi, to play on this piece of “sheet”.

    The type of music that I was playing were CHORAL music! It seems that even the devils located in this sector does NOT allow the freedom of religion!

    Going forward, volunteer work is a scam, too! This includes non-profit organizationsand above all religion of any kind. Do NOT doubt me!

    I lost my parents and didn’t see them in the usual waiting room after stopping them off in front of this PAMF. So I’m waiting in the lobby for them and blogging.

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  • 20141113-1420-Pause

    Regarding the recent word usage: stupid. I don’t recognize who is the guy, the architecture of this Obama scare, but he is correct. The American voters are stupid. Nancy Pelosi is correct: to sign Obama care first and to find out the details later.

    Anyway, everything is going to plan. People, especially the stupid, crazy ones, will die, meaning be left behind in their hell for going along. The sleeping giant may/might be waking up but it’s still clueless.

    As for the old thought, I wonder is this healthcare agenda will help throw the crazy, stupid people into the asylums for the HEALTH and SAFETY of normal people.

    The ones deceiving must go to jail. Eh.

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  • 20141126-1026-Aside

    Transferring notes from my smartphone memo app while waiting in the doctor office for Mom’s ECHO procedure.

    20141112-2016. Regarding the temp job from hell. Yesterday’s interview lasted one hour from one to two in the afternoon. I left a voicemail message for the head hunter at 1430 and misspoke that I got out at that time. The Vietnamese woman is a smart troll and I explained my position that the economy sucks and I can’t find a full time job. The place is too small. It’s as if she really doesn’t need anyone else, though the company is allegedly expanding, now that the Republicans have control of both Senate and Congress.

    20141112-2013. Regarding Obama. The distractions of daily life refuse to cease and desist! I missed the “live shows” and video clips. Once again, those Chinese are insulting by making Obama look bad; while making Putin look chivalrous. I’m sick and tired of their “reversal” techniques. Poo-poo on them for discrediting a “fellow brother” towards the end if his presidency, a concept which I tried to SHARE with my family who doesn’t really care.

    20141112-2008. Regarding the the Ark of Covenant being found. I saw that YouTube video long ago. But during morning mass today, I had a thought: It was about the environment and China’s continued pollution and human, animal, plants, minerals rights violations! Yeah, so after the readings and gospel, that “lost ark” is the cornerstone of his hellish planet. The soils, rocks, etc thereof is the foundation. Take care of the dirt and the imagery of good luck will manifest as frogs smiling and cranes flying. Frogs are the spirits between the water surface and land dwellers. The cranes are also spirits that sends our prayers to the heavens, based on the condition of their environment. The health of the sector affected is measured thereof.

    20141112-0228. So while waiting in the grocery line to check out the Mahdi breads at Costco, an old, short, Asian man (probably Vietnamese because he was wearing a light-beige colored camouflage cargo pants) started screaming at Mom who was leaning in the very tall/wide shopping cart on the “Cart” side and not the “Member” side, which the crazy man wanted Mom to line up. She merely looked behind her left shoulders and said, No. There are too many crazy war veterans out that day. Once again, they all need to be locked up in the asylum, so normal people won’t have to worry about their HEALTH and SAFETY.

    20141111-1741. While scanning more old papers, I felt something touched/poked with a decided push into the back of my neck, just beneath the center of my neck bone but above the hairline slightly to the right center of middle. Earlier, I set the sound volume for the incoming smartphone notification. It alerted me during my project and totally startled me that I received a system jolt. So the spirits felt that energy signature come off me and they intervened immediately before the second LOUD alert. Thanks!

    I forgot to mention how I got a system jolt after quickly viewing that demonic face of a child cutting itself. That was last night while trying to fall asleep in bed. I guess humans, like me, are the only species that tend to scare itself out of curiosity.

    20141109-2147. At around 1000 yesterday, I heard the nutter slam the side gate. I was loading the Benz with the black parakeet cage and matching but rusting iron stand, while the garage was still closed. I traveled up north but the old fart at the Milpitas truck didn’t accept it. I called the only veterinarian doctor that treats and cares for exotic birds and asked if they accepted old bird cages. The receptionist gave me a non-profit phone number to call a non-profit organization For The Rescue of Birds at 650-410-9104. They’d pick-up OLD parakeet cages! Then after calling around again, I traveled to another donation station and dropped it off there. Then the Benz got washed for $29.95. Then at noontime, I bought chicken at Costco and arrived home audience 1230 p.m.

    20141109-1354. Had an old thought taxpayers own everything, including the house Das Squirrel and his Twit Wifey.

    20141106-1451. Scanning Mom’s medical records. Allergic to Petracycline, Vevramycine, and Zylocaine. 19711128-1300 p.m. Das Squirrel is markedly allergic to mold. Notice how DNA, genetics are passed onto each generation, including looks, attitudes, overall disposition, etc. Huh.

    20141106-1407. Heard two Asian gardeners doing the crazy woman’s backyard. I heard Loca Lolita talking aloud. I had both bedroom Windows opened while I was scanning and archiving old papers. I then screamed “[STFU, you crazy piece of sheet, and take your crazy pills, M@rr0qu!n]”. Then it got quiet and then the gardeners worked for only 15 minutes. She’s using her welfare money, your taxpayers funds, to maintain the garden! Later on, I heard the VTA/Bart construction sound going on for one hour. There was a rhythmic sound and pauses. Then there was sewer smells. I had to close the windows.

    20141103-1654. Javier dropped by again unannounced and worked in our bathroom remaining upstairs from approximately 1230-1630. He installed the four pieces of granite backslashes. I don’t know WFT they are taking so long to complete within the estimated time. Mom fumed to Javier that we could have sued for breach of contract. Javier revealed that Eddie kicked his second wife, who wears too much make-up, out of his house. Mom told Javier that Eddie worked hard like a dog for her. I saw Javier’s face take on a less goofy, more serious appearance. He’s a player. Sheet!

    So when and if Eddie comes to pick-up the remaining $500, we still need the “Unconditional Waiver and Release”, the signed proof of completion, AND the invoices breaking down the material, parts, and labor, including rates. But this company is so slow. Mom will counsel the good guy REALLY good!

    20141103-1252. KWW kitchen cabinets and baths. Granite countertop tiles and toss, wholesale and retail. 408-289-8839. We are still waiting for Eddie to keep his promise about “taking care of it”. It’s already over four months!

    20141028-0909.  Eleven at eleven NBC 3 Investigates. The old white man videotaped the three of us walking into the room. The Asian newscaster asked our permission to video tape our hands, no face, add, as we dropped our ballots inside the ballot slot of the voters of registrar building.

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  • 20141110-2106-Pause

    Towards the end of Alfonso’s dance, the two twin-like troopers formed a Masonic symbol of the square and compass with their arms!

    He got ten because he looked pissed. I joked over dinner an hour ago that I hope he doesn’t let his anger fist anyone in the face. That’s all Charlton! Bah!

    So I guess y’all can eliminate Tommy because of his broken knee. But he does still have some spunk left in him. Maybe he’s ready to fly off into the blue yonder.

    Maybe, the older chic can go too. We don’t want liability from injuries. Then maybe the wiry Duck girl. Who else is there? Is there another slow guy? I can’t remember.

    I love the dresses. All that glitter is shiny to me! Even the material is shiny. DWST is a fun show. I don’t even know what is a “dance trooper”.

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    While my parents drove in their Mercedes-Benz (744 Brilliant Silver E430W 5-Passenger Sedan) to Our Lady of Peac (http://olp.org/), which is near Great America Parkway in Santa Clara, CA, my parents encountered the Vice President & Founder | West Coast Business Development of IQS (Engineering Services Thermal Management Regulatory Compliance Reliability NEBS) “from behind”.

    I’m still scanning and archiving Dad’s automobile files and saw Stephen’s business card with some of Dad’s notes in the back of the event. Yup.

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    Listening duet with rickyskaggs.com and his wife, with Huckabee accompanying on his bass. Sounds good, soothing. This is the type of country music I could handle/appreciate. He has silver hair now. But the cable channel would show his hair as red, and probably from the stage lights.

    With regards to Dad, he has early form of dementia. Dad busied himself with fertilizing the fruit trees and veggies. This was after eating a late lunch from 1500-1530.

    But when Mom and I were hungry for a late dinner around 2000 p.m., Dad misunderstood. He kept insisting that we already ate dinner and he threw away that day’s trash!

    Yesterday, I decided to initiate Christmas decoration! That’s right! I celebrate this Satanic holiday because Mutha Fucka finally came out of her bedroom upstairs and joined us downstairs.

    I wanted to distract her from hurt feelings. I did enjoy having CONTROL over the pace of unloading the plastic storage containers of decorations and the placements thereof. I gave Mom the easy stuff: straightening out the fake tree branches.

    At 1500, we were finished. I was already sitting down on Mom’s barcalounger chair when Dad reported that he was tired and ranted to continue decorating tomorrow and went to bed to rest.

    Mom and I noticed how his posture is failing. He used to stand erect as in the military. But just this year he slouches, especially during morning masses. Tonight, he would sit like a kidney bean during the recitation of our daily rosary.

    So now we are watching a new version of Conan the Barbarian. It’s in Spanish. I don’t understand a word of Spanish.  Stupid show. All reptilian fighting, violence, death, blood, gore. Nonsense yet entertaining.

    Anyway, I’m almost finished with scanning and archiving old invoices, work orders, receipts, notes, business

    cards, manuals, etc. There are only two more folders for the Mazda and Benz and Dad can shred the rest.

    As for Das Squirrel, he wants to fly. He didn’t return Mom’s voicemail of appreciation. That’s how three Chinese operate, I guess – by ignoring such recognition. Huh. Culture.

    We attended the first morning mass and saw Chuck and Ching, or as Dad recently discovered, sounded like Chuck E. Cheese. I recognized Chuck from behind but not Ching because she had her hair up. Weird.

    I have more rants but they are on my smartphone notes.

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  • 20141107-2035-Pause

    To Das Squirrel,

    Regarding the Mutha Fucka. This is based my profuse fallacy of over-generalization, unfounded speculative theories, and some of which are my personal experience.

    You asked me why I get to see “them”. It’s because I prayed, requested, willed their “true form” to manifest. Or that I may/might be a government experiment on how well I handle, what you’d call, “life”. Or that “they” created themselves to appear as I “imagined” subconsciously.

    Anyway, it’s true what you said. It’s difficult to handle stress with your Twit Wifey and stupid/crazy people at work. It’s insane to be married or to work with someone INCAPABLE of supporting you with the most basic functions of decision making, or in this case Mom.

    But you passed “God’s” test to support or at least help the ailing Mutha Fucka. She was crying for help, which is hypocritical of her when she keeps proclaiming that she never sought help or depended on others.

    She’s ungrateful to remember the hard work of her maids in the Philippines, her hard working late parents and late elder siblings, and other kind strangers – all who “helped” guide her to find jobs and addresses, for example.

    Tonight’s episode, and this thought just came through, was an exercise on how you’d responded to family crisis! You passed with flying colors!

    As expressed earlier in our hushed conversation, your presence helped give the old woman a small glimmer of hope that, you, her beloved son, was there to help her. Your effort to diffuse another situational drama was appreciated.

    She knew I was already short-circuiting by my LOUDNESS, profanity, rudeness, and nastiness. She knew I was under stress. And who wouldn’t be – to witness her ragging on Dad EVERYDAY!

    Basically, the old woman is in denial that there is something wrong with her husband. I’ve observed that she keeps him busy so that he doesn’t lose his mind from laziness. He does look skinnier and this is based on her expertise that people who look gaunt like him are sick.

    Dad has been passing out cold turkey while we drove around doing errands. He wouldn’t listen to us about reclining the passenger seat slightly backwards so his big head won’t bob forward or sideways into me while driving.

    When he’d finally join us late at night around ten o’clock to watch television in the living room, he would pass out sitting upright or lie down sideways for a full sleep!

    During DWST on Monday night, I had an idea and we tested his blood sugar level and found that his blood sugar level was 97.

    Mom fumed that he was being too stubborn by not eating enough, which would explain his general lethargy and overall slowness in getting things done! None of the specialist had any idea what was wrong with him, except pre-diabetes, just like his younger sister Edith!

    Mom wouldn’t stop fuming and threw some cracker snacks at him for refusing to eat and bring up his sugar level. He continued to irritate this former medical professional with his usual stupid questions.

    She is so frustrated that she told him to discuss his health issues with his doctors. She essentially gave up on the old man and is now maintaining her silence to avoid stress and the pending but blessed heart attack!

    Unfortunately, he has problem expressing himself verbally. He may/might be autistic because he is only concerned about himself. And legally, the spouse, Mom, is supposed to cover the other half, Dad, in the case of INCAPACITY.

    So, the Catch-22 falls on my shoulders, since I, my dear Squirrel, do NOT wish for you to short-circuit, too. You have your own life, wife, and strife to worry about. In any case, you still have an old home full of old frustrated farts to come back to. Likewise, the Twit Wifey can go back to her mother’s home anytime.

    Okay, back to the original thought. For example, Josie, an old Mexican lady, would rag on her cousin/husband up until the day he died. She discovered him dead, sitting upright on his favorite recliner sofa seat.

    So, when Mom has stepped up her ragging on Dad more recently just this year, I speculate that she is sensing his demise too or speeding him up to meet Saint Peter.

    And Mom in her desperation found herself alone. She intentionally made me the bad guy, and I accepted the truth and will try to listen to what you said about chilling out and not being reptilian nasty.

    With lots of hisses,

    Evil Kitty, the Negativity

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    Dear Lawd Gawd,

    I know you are high and Almighty. I know one of your “people” by the name of Saul serves as a constant reminder that we are One with God and that God is Good, too. I know because I ranted him out.

    Thus, everyone accepting the concept of Singularity is all good.

    As for those being of the opposite, those with short fuses, remind us that we shouldn’t gloat over the luck of not being “them”.

    In my many unrecorded thoughts, I barely recall how you’ve created creatures with many toes and fingers, not one, but all the way up to six, as on those fallen angels, Nephilims, or aliens.

    Now, spiders have eight legs and that’s nice. After seeing this rare morning’s fog stick around until noontime, I can’t help but wonder if the three-inched brown spider was a Native spirit folk saying thanks for showing it mercy.

    At four o’clock in the morning, Mom found it in the corner of her room, where her sacred wooden shrine/shelf displayed the statues of the Blessed Virgin Mary Mother and her Saint Joseph spouse holding the Baby Jesus.

    This synchronicity occurred immediately after being awakened to use the toilet! I then drank my full glass of water and used it as a capturing device. Mom’s prayer card for Physical Healing was used to secure the top and the spider safely inside the glass.

    I let it go into the backyard with a single jerk action of my left hand holding the glass. But because the streetlights were too dim, I wasn’t sure and verified it was gone later on.

    Anyway, the weather was very nice and I thank you. Unfortunately, Mutha Fucka was having her episodes of hurt feelings. I know this was the effects of my dissatisfaction on her bad behavior and yesterday’s full moon. Everyday she rags on her husband, who has problems understanding, now that he’s old and dying.

    I don’t appreciate her tests on my resolve. She’s intentionally trying to get me to get along with the old fart. She’s also trying to tell me she’s dying by observing if I’ll cook and clean like her. Hell no! Great. Now, I’ve got two stubborn, old nutters to handle. WTF?

    Thanks for this distracting illusion. I expect these outmoded diversions to cease and desist. I’m no longer wish to participate in this dream and want to wake up and fly around in heaven or whatever the hell y’all do up there for fun!

    With lots of hisses,

    Evil Kitty

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    To Das Squirrel,

    Thanks for being a good warrior! The frustration level around this full moon is enormous and has been taxing on my nerves! Mutha Fucka has absorbed my bad vibes.

    Mutha Fucka has reminded me countless times to cool it, to let it go, to make sure nothing bothers me. I’ve failed her and have been failing my assignment! Please give me grade of failure! I’ll gladly reincarnate into space dust to make-up for hurt feelings and the errors of my ways.

    I didn’t realize that my psychic mind blast could be felt by you. I apologize to you for not knowing earlier. With that said, I will step-up the effort to reduce my angry thoughts towards you, your Twit Wifey, and other stupid/crazy entities that dare cross my path!

    And I’ll try to replace those unkind, biting words with due diligence of sweetened buttery flavors meant to soothe the savage beast of possessed people. I may/might actually crack a feigned smile with no exposed teeth.

    Perhaps, I need to repent my most grievous sins of death and dying and go to confession and spill the beans about aliens, UFOs, and disclose names that owe me an explanation, eh?

    Our family fell apart because Dad was messed up emotionally during his childhood. He could have stepped up to the plate and vowed never to withdraw his bad sentiments and try his best to support his wife during life’s crisis. But you turned out to be far better equipped to handle stress.

    Once again, I’m grateful to the Lawd Gawd for keeping you from all harm and danger and for strengthening you with His Love against the wicked and snares of the red Devil, Satan, and the other evil djinns that dare prowl through the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen.

    God Bless you.

    Evil Kitty, the Negativity (a rhyme, which is mine!)

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    To Das Squirrel,

    Beware of Mutha Fucka! She be ranting up a storm. During the 10/28 early morning wait at the exclusive surgery center, she was already pissing off at me with wild angry eyes. The noise from other people annoyed her. She’s a very sick bitch.

    So I’m surprised you didn’t know that her frustration may/might have been medical since coming to America. She already had fainting, dizzy spells, stomach aches, and other complaints.

    She is easily triggered, which is typical of elderly folks running on their last leg of the journey on this hellish planet. Remember her heart is enlarged and she could suffer a blessed heart attack.

    Since your charismatic level is very high and you’ve dealt with much now insane people at work, please provide her the support she needs from you. You are her favourite over me. And that is the truth.

    So it’s your chance to be there for her before she dies.

    Good luck!

    Evil Kitty

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    I’m currently scanning and archiving Dad’s remaining files. In the meantime, Mutha fucka is fuming. She has been all her life. This time she has been accusing of Dad and me of always counting the money. We are record-keepers basically. She is the type that doesn’t care about money. Once its earned and spent, there is no need to keep track of the receipts, etc. She passed on this trait to her son, Das Squirrel, another denier of their bad choices in life, including their clueless spouses.

    During the CMA awards, she called me nasty. I kept hollering: “hard work”. But she doesn’t understand our reptilian sense of humor as being VERY mean and sarcastic. I kept trying to tell her that her paycheck deductions is nothing compared to the matching by the state after all these hospital admissions that the funds have been paying. She kept emphasizing that the entitlement is already done. Huh. She is one of those who ride the beastly system.

    During the scanning and archiving of these old medical files, I noticed that she has been sick since coming to America. I speculate that her species should be shipped back to the Philippines where her allergic symptoms to stress of “hard work” as a slave/wage earner in America won’t be so problematic. I think most Asians don’t belong on native territory because of the allergens and energy incompatibility.

    Anyway, I wanted to bring the Benz to the local car wash. Each time Mom or I suggest that nice idea, Dad would refuse. He wanted to get chicken in Costco but we had to attend noontime mass, purchase water from the local water store, and then have lunch. Mom was fuming because I left the dishes in the sink. I told her to get out of the way so I could do it.

    Then that’s when he blew a short fuse, the priest who said the sermon this afternoon mentioned something about a short fuse. I think people with short fuse have heart problems, which is symbolic of those with medically enlarged hearts, heart disease and other craziness that ties in with PTSD and such from frustration.

    In other words, most women are bitches, period. They can’t their way because guys don’t care. I think that’s a given. Bahaha, My prayers were answered. I didn’t want to go out after lunch today because I needed to get these stupid files scanned and archived. I really want to throw everything out or at least bury these annoying skeletons from the emotional closet case of crap.