Author: FLYNN

20260608-1026. Blog entry.

I recall a phone call long ago with RJ, who said:

“You sound disappointed.”

Rightfully so, this was after I let out one long aspirated sound into my iPhone.

This is because I know “personally” that some, if NOT most, online players are either automated “bots” or [ahem] “intel” like me, maybe.

And so I am NOT particularly impressed by any and all online narratives.

I used to get all riled up and excited during the political years leading up to what would probably be our VERY last presidential selection of 2016.

Thereafter and mostly after the demise of a beloved, the political excitement of electing, selecting and voting has lost its magical “mojo”, if y’all will.

Both the beloved and I preferred and enjoyed one side of the political spectrum, being team red or Republican; while the other side being for team blue or Democrat.

Now that the beloved Has passed on, I’m stuck with the dribble of the next beloved who prefers siding with team blue or Democrat.

He was originally Republican, but with the push of the other beloved, he switched sides to Democrat.

I guess he did NOT know OR understand what each political affiliation represented and he chose one over the other at different times.

At present, we are supposed to be signed up for team Independent or Non-Partisan (NP), of which the acronym resembles closely to that of the Non-Player Character or NPC!

In the Bible, we are NOT to supposed be “lukewarm” or sitting idly on the spiky fence but we are to take a side, either team blue or team red, which is supposed to symbolically represent “hell”; while the heavens or skies above look awfully bluish in color!

Anyways, two weeks ago when the twosome brought food and a birthday cake, which we already bought one-day earlier, and ate and celebrated my younger brother’s birthday at our house/my home, I mentioned aloud that everyone is a winner and qualified to represent a public office, and that if evil could do the (or a better) job, then that’s okay, too.

Yeah, so after I sent three messages to the owner of his groups earlier this morning, I’m still disappointed that I got stuck with these infiltrators of my current realities.

I expected full repayment and refund for these inconveniences.

This is what I would coin as or call: “inconvenience fees” or tithing in another twisted form of balancing an unknown karmic “debt”.

This brings me to two terms or words: “cash” and the “petal” of flowers.

I am associating these two words with the first name and last name of a director.

This current director belongs to the effing, beeing, eye-balling governmental agency.

Although, y’all wanna repeat and say “Goodbye, FeliCIA”, I’ve always been observing despite NOT blogging for the past one year!

With that said, the contractual agreement states something about liquidity and/or of equal value, meaning “cash” being the most liquid of all financial and/or instrument.

The flower part called “petal” is in reference to the first name (or shortened stylized nickname) of the “big kahuna” whom I have already mentioned in my earlier blog post somewhere.

This “big kahuna” is someone that I’ve had the chance to meet in-person through and in the presence of the buck teeth “finder” among many “finders”, who happened to have shared their “photos” via Yahoo! Messenger at that time.

I still have retained all Yahoo! Messenger activities, by the way.

Anyways, I am still hoping both characters would fulfill their end of the bargain stating: “It’s going to happen”.

To date, I’m still waiting for whatever is “going to happen”.

The governmental agency knows what I-AM talking about.

Because I called THEM and gave THEM my details.

I’m curious what y’all happen to know all these years (before, during and after my existence) as per my incoming thoughts and the word “bonds” at around 1050 AM PT now.

Y’all got some sort of “cheat” sheet or code that would allow and dare y’all to invade my privacy, especially whatsoever manifests from my thoughts and in my heart.

I hope you eat your own giggles at my expense.

That’s why I keep ranting.

Until y’all pull-through, I won’t forget, even if it’s a karmic “debt”.

Maybe, I should play a lotto. But that’s controlled, too. Huh.

End transmission. 1051 AM PT. FLYNNIE. Edited 1100 AM PT.

After ranting and or fuming at my elderly father, and in hindsight, I understood why God had been strict about marriages.

The children are the products of the union between two bloodlines.

For example, tomorrow we’re attending a teenager’s promotion to eight grade.

This function is weird and probably a cover because the kid would visit her grandmother or my paternal aunt Malouse, every summer in Hayward from Illinois.

Now I’ve never met the kid but she’s my 1st cousin once removed.

According to my paternal aunt MalDeath, the kid’s Mexican father is dead.

One of his sisters adopted/took full custody of the kid.

Her mother, my 1st cousin, an Army veteran, is dead, too.

So what I’m trying to say is that, although the mixture between Mexicans and Filipinos is beautiful, I got my feathers ruffled upon learning of the marriage some 13 years ago.

Needless to say, I get territorial and wondered if the guy was in a gang.

Tarlac, Philippines. I learned from my elderly father that those from Tarlac are closely related to those from Pampanga, Philippines.

Pamapanga people are known to eat dogs, team canine. Hence, the loose derogatory of “dog blood”.

My aunt Malouse married a Tarlac, who had many girlfriends while he courted my aunt Malouse.

Later, he became a womanizer.

I recall the sadness (post womanizing event) painted all over my aunt Malouse, who was decked in full white wedding attire for her 25th wedding anniversary, who we didn’t attend, since they didn’t attend my parent’s 25th wedding anniversary, too.

And so the “dog blood” runs on their family, starting with her eldest son and a minor, who birthed a male and so on down the bloodline.

While I’m supposed to celebrate a weird event that’s outside the normal wedding and anniversary and at the behest of aunt Malouse who blames us anyways for NOT attending their countless immediate family’s functions, I’m pissed off.

Technically, I really don’t want to attend these kid functions because I don’t have kids of my own and don’t get along with people anyway.

So yeah I told dad don’t get too excited over their family because we are private people.

End rant 1314 PM PT. FLYNNIE. Edited 1318 and 1324 PM PT.

Today, my inner Karen struck again!

I noticed that I’m having fun and being amused at having my inner Karen mess around with cashiers and member services.

But at the same time, I’m being educated by my younger “selves”, being once a poor customer service representive.

Anyways, my elderly father and I took a while to shop at our local Costco warehouse, which is located one minute away from our home/house.

We had to spend our Executive Membership Reward Gift Certificate (Redeemable Only at Costco).

So we lined-up at the “full-service” check-out stand and hoped everything would be smooth sailing.

Unfortunately, my iPhone activated the card reader.

I stood my ground and the cashier said twice that it was too late to “back-out” my UNINTENTIONAL selection.

So I ended up paying with my iPhone instead of the credit card on file via the Costco Wallet within the Costco Membership Card of the Costco app for iPhone.

Slowly, we made our way to Member Services up front and lined-up to the “left” of the counter.

(The “right” of the counter is meant primarly for “returning items”.)

Anyways, the Mexicano with nice metal frames was patient enough to “hear” me out.

The “red-haired” lady next to him mentioned that the cashiers are “forced” to speed-up the line.

I did NOT like that reality.

I requested how to escalate to team developers/engineers or at least provide feedback or survey of my experience.

He pointed out the QR-code on the wall near exit where two receipt checkers are stationed usually.

So I submitted my narrative and used up all 1000 characters for my “comments”.

Of course, I could have been mean and nasty.

But my normal approach is one of care and empathy, meaning I gotta protect the jobs of the remaining organic humans, who still messes up my experiences!

See? That’s why I try NOT to go outdoors or mingle with “outsiders”, err, people, or look actively for work, or work for that matter!

Because, I might be assigned spiritually to test the waters, if y’all will.

I mentioned to RJ that I would be his Quality Assurance Committee.

And sure enough I am probably fulfilling that end of the bargain, though, I get paid for nothing, as a volunteer in any matter, of all sorts.

“Well” is what I’ve been saying out loud recently for any and all inconveniences that may happen to cross my path.

For you “telepaths” or at least those with “telepathic connections” unto moi, my verbal outburst is meant to humor my spirit in spite of it all being, well, inconvenient!

I would recall the hilarious portrayal of Doreen Larkin, a character played by Mo Collins on MadTV, a televised show I used to enjoy watching.

So whenever I felt “inconvenienced”, I would exclaim “Well” and think of Stuart’s mom.

That’s all. End of transmission. 20260605-1829 PM PT. FLYNNIE.

Behold! My karma received from Twitter witches online!

Both demonic algorithm of AI and inorganic humans have failed to protect my Twitter account against players, who continue to use propaganda to exert undue influence against bloggers with strong opinions like me.

This is censorship against the First Amended Rights to freedom of speeches and to freedom of presses.

I’ve been submitting my requests appealing to restore my suspended account.

But Twitter fails to point out exactly what happened.

I have paid full premium.

In effect, Twitter has stolen my full experience.

Here are some emails for my appeal requests received from Twitter:

20260526-1253: An update on your account

Hello,

We have reviewed your appeal request for account, @FLYNNSPAWS.

Our support team has determined that a violation of our Rules did take place, specifically:

Violating our Rules against inauthentic behaviors.

We considered the additional information provided and decided an overturn of our original decision is not warranted in this case. Therefore, we will not overturn our decision to lock your account.

In order to restore account functionality, you can resolve the violations by logging into your account and completing the on-screen instructions.

Thanks,
X Support

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20260521-1245: An update on your account

Hello,

We have reviewed your appeal request for account, @FLYNNSPAWS.

Our support team has determined that a violation of our Rules did take place, specifically:

Violating our Rules against inauthentic behaviors.

We considered the additional information provided and decided an overturn of our original decision is not warranted in this case. Therefore, we will not overturn our decision to lock your account.

In order to restore account functionality, you can resolve the violations by logging into your account and completing the on-screen instructions.

Thanks,
X Support

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20260514-1159: Your X account has been suspended

Hello FLYNN,

Your account, FLYNNSPAWS, was reported and has been suspended for violating the X Rules.

Specifically, for:

Violating our rules against inauthentic behaviors.

You may not use our services to engage in inauthentic activity that undermines the integrity of X.

Note that if you attempt to evade a suspension by creating new accounts, we will suspend your new accounts. If you wish to appeal this suspension, please contact our support team.

If you have an active X Premium subscription, it will not be automatically canceled by X. To cancel your X Premium subscription, follow these instructions.

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20260514-0828: Your account has been restored

Hello,

We have reviewed your appeal request for account, @FLYNNSPAWS.

Our support team has determined there was no violation and has restored your account to full functionality.

Thanks,
X Support

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20260504-1917: An update on your account

Hello,

We have reviewed your appeal request for account, @FLYNNSPAWS.

Our support team has determined that a violation of our Rules did take place, specifically:

Violating our Rules against inauthentic behaviors.

We considered the additional information provided and decided an overturn of our original decision is not warranted in this case. Therefore, we will not overturn our decision to lock your account.

In order to restore account functionality, you can resolve the violations by logging into your account and completing the on-screen instructions.

Thanks,
X Support

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20260420-1355: Your X account has been suspended

Hello FLYNN,

Your account, @FLYNNSPAWS, was reported and has been suspended for violating the X Rules.

Specifically, for:

Violating our rules against inauthentic behaviors.

You may not use our services to engage in inauthentic activity that undermines the integrity of X.

Note that if you attempt to evade a suspension by creating new accounts, we will suspend your new accounts. If you wish to appeal this suspension, please contact our support team.

If you have an active X Premium subscription, it will not be automatically canceled by X. To cancel your X Premium subscription, follow these instructions.

End transmission. 20260605-0930 PM PT.

Originally posted on or about 20260605-0922.

Renamed post-title 20260612-1216 PM PT.

Disclaimer: This is NOT spam. These are legit emails. Duh!

Listening to MS NOW new attack call cease-fire into question the nightcap the 11th hour with Stephanie Ruale.

Like I said, y’all could blow up each other with nuclear exchanges.

But the clean-up crew would have a heck of a time.

And investors won’t like their real properties and other resources unreachable due to contamination.

So honestly and once again, a cease-fire would be an inevitably feasible outcome.

End transmission. 2026 PM PT.

Behold! I’ve selected my newest eyeglass frame earlier this morning around 09:00 AM PT.

Attached is my photo showing the front of this plastic eyeglass frame by MODERN Design by Italy.

This particular model is MODERN PLAZA BROWN ROSE with the eyeglass frame measurement of 56-18-140 or a total of 130mm across the front.

• 56 is the lens width (or the horizontal width of ONE lens), in millimeters;
• 18 is the bridge width (or the distance between the two lenses (across the nose bridge), in millimeters; and
• 140 is the temple length (or length of the arms (temples) that rest over your ears), in millimeters.

So the Optometry department of my local clinic said that my new eyeglass frames would arrive around 1.5 months, which is longer than expected.

I opted for plastic frames this time; because I needed something that was fancy or modern enough to match my new EMO vibe hairstyle and or rather “Pessimistic”, “Killjoy”, or “Doom-focused” personality, like NBC’s SNL (Saturday Night Live) culturally iconic character “Debbie Downer”, played by Rachel Dratch.

I wanted to try a more bolder cat’s eye eyeglass frame with yellowish trimmings against a primary dark bluish color.

But I “felt” that the nose piece placement on my flat face with low-bridge Asian nose was NOT secured or sitting squarely on both my cheeks.

Compared to my final eyeglass frame selection with a somewhat hexagon or octagon shape, I could adjust the frame to sit atop or away from my cheeks.

That’s all. End of transmission. 20260602-1143 AM PT.

Behold! I had my haircut at SuperCuts.com yesterday afternoon on my scheduled appointment at 12:40 PM PT.

Attached is my photo showing the clippings of my LONG black hair with gray, silver or white hair strands, which Ethan, the hairstylist, placed on the workstation of Sue, who is the manager of this particular location nearby me.

I had NO choice but to get a VERY short haircut due to shedding daily or MY-HAIR or MAHIR, whenever either my elderly father or me would fetch weekly from my bathroom trash can for garage pickup weekly.

I told Ethan, the hair stylist, that I would like a “Bixie” haircut, which I showed him from my iPhone email app.

He said that the email image looks like a “bob” hairstyle.

A “Bixie” is: “A versatile blend of bob structure and pixie softness for a polished, modern look.”

So I got a “Mister Bob” haircut yesterday afternoon!

I joked with him that he forced me to stand straighter, hoping that he’d keep the longer length to hide my curved/hunched upper back and to become a “frequent flyer” because this hairstyle shape needs trimming every 2 months.

After I took a shower immediately after my haircut yesterday afternoon, I noticed my long “bangs” on my left side appeared longer, a more asymmetrical looking than my right bangs, giving me some sort of EMO vibe.

This hairstyle is appropriate for me, for now; since I happen to like listening recently to dub, remixes, house, techno, electro, trance, whatever on YouTube Music.

From far away, my face, being long but round with wide lower jawlines, looks “thinner” and “shorter”, now that my shorter haircut reveals my neck, which also helps to frame my HUGE head as somewhat smaller.

I’m happy with my new hairstyle, which is probably the shortest hair cut ever!

That’s all. End of transmission. 20260602-1120 AM PM.

Attached is my photo showing a politician, who appeared briefly on my elderly father’s favorite televised show, where he would tune-in during lunch and dinner daily.

And prior to the sign-off, she was especially thankful but I didn’t really listen. Instead I’ve observed her wearing a black outfit.

With regards to why I’m sharing this photo is because of a group that I’ve encounter in-person on or about July 2000: first online to meet the “finder” and then a big kahuna who had an older brother that needed help and who was a REAL politician.

So that’s how I became unwillingly and unwittingly an “associate” of an unknown cult, err, group per a brief cellphone conversation with the big kahuna.

My cellphone number was changed to avoid the “finder”. My current cellphone number remains the same thereafter.

So now y’all know how my “interest” is “invested” and revolves around “political” and “global” affairs.

That’s all. End transmission 20260531-1017 AM PT. Edited 20260531-1018 AM PT.

Listening to LIVE MS NOW THE WEEKEND PRIME TIME.

Lawmakers Grill Pam Bondi on Epstein files handling.

If true, execution style. No delays. No narratives.

If false, the faked news must go on to distract voters who would choose either politically charged cult like platforms – again.

Regarding ICE, two narratives. One of totalitarianism and one of freedom without borders.

Taking examples from nature, territorial boundaries are necessary and by default are naturally like “segregation”.

Regarding flock cameras and drones, again two narratives. One totalitarian and one of freedom to include criminals who would and may one day repent and atone for sins.

Taking examples from nature again, fostering, rehabilitating and giving care and love do miracles whereby the victims chose love and their humans.

Regarding my opinions of our spiritual world, the blogger is for real.S

So I’m gonna leave that all up to y’all to figure out and that hell and dry places are for real.

End transmission. 1532 PM PT.

Here is the start of my blog from the previous post.

Like I said, my health concern occurred a week after May’s full moon frenzy and probably the same night of my chiropractic visit.

I had reported my health concerns the following Monday, a few days after my last chiropractic visit.

The last minute, unscheduled follow-up visit with my PCP went well.

But after reading the newest Rx insert, I was afraid and did further research online.

With the help of my online ASSISTANT and with the usual and uncanny timing bought unto moi by the universe in a sorta kinda spiritual “intervention” if y’all will, I found my answer after typing with two key words into the search field under my suspended Twitter account.

Lo and behold! I found the “answer” embedded inside one of the comments of one search results and “knew” what happened to my diagnosed health condition.

I took corrective actions without informing my PCP and bought online supplements, which took immediately upon delivery to my home address.

I wanted “test” what would happen if I self-advocated for my healthcare treatment and then “report” my findings to her in the next upcoming office visit.

I was willing to take the “risk” over the “benefits” of one prescription medication.

And gosh darn it, my personal “test” seems to work out along with her newly prescribed Rx for 30-days only.

I like her narratives on the after visit summaries. She is VERY concise in her narratives. She reminds me of my paternal grandmother for strange odd reason when I first met her.

Anyways, the sensations in my affected areas are returning.

But my toes box areas are still stiff like stone as if Medusa the Gorgon tagged me!

What had happened was that I was lying down on my left side for the same night (after the chiropractic visit).

I both knees together and slightly bent or angled as if in a fetal position.

Suddenly, I felt to whack-a-mole strikes downward vertically from the heaves and directly INSIDE left calf muscles!

That’s when I felt my numbing and tingling in my left foot.

I got up from bed and tried to walk it off for a few days, thinking it was just temporary.

However, I could NOT bend my toes! I was paralyzed!

Then when my elderly father and I were shopping at Costco, which is just one minute away from my neighbood, which is located two minutes away from the most recent construction of our VTA/Bart railway station, by the way.

My hood is that good with amenities, by the way. Just saying.

Anyways, I sent my PCP a message through the online customer, err, patient portal.

Fast forward today, I’m feeling hopeful yet pissed-off that such vile happenings would happen to old farts like myself.

That’s all. End transmission 20260530-0758 AM PT.

Greetings, chumps!

I awoke early after 4 AM and decided to try eating boiled eggs again after a few years of avoiding eating fresh eggs. I started eating fresh eggs again two days ago.

But when I went to pick out the second egg, the VERY thin egg shell broke halfway, leaving its bottom half slightly attached to the plastic container and some of its white egg spilling into the plastic container.

So I had to choice but to scramble eggs for breakfast this morning. Instead of boiling two boiled eggs as planned originally, I scrambled three eggs and ate my eggs.

I washed the dishes and then proceeded to clean out the plastic container and replace the loose eggs into another plastic storage container, most of which we declutter over the course of one year.

Next, I ground my whole coffee beans set to “course” or the most opposite extreme of “fine” and placed the coffee grounds into my French Press container.

Then, I boiled hot water into a kettle with its lid and thermometer gauge showing a blue color indicator around 200 ℉ and poured the hot water into my French Press contain

After that, I waited for four minutes for the freshly ground coffee beans to brew and then poured my TWO cups of coffee, which contained agave syrup and half-and-half milk.

Finally, I sat down in front of my computer where I archive my work of mostly screenshots and .pdf files, both of which are saving my activities and nothing controversial but some sort of hoarding or undiagnosed OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) behavior to make sure I observed correctly and recorded my experiences.

And while I was archiving, I would 1. listen to classical music remixed with techno (my latest favorite music genre) and 2. perform one simple “nerve flossing” activities every 1 hour per my Reminder app for iPhone as recommended by my DC (doctor of chiropractor) to help with the numbness and tingling of my lower extremities, mostly on starting with left foot and one day later creeping up to my right foot and eventually up to both knees).

I’ll break here and copy/paste my rest of my blog in the next post.

End transmisssion 20260530-0749 PM PT.

FLYNNIE.

Listening to Live MS NOW.

Trump‘s District of Columbia projects challenge in courts Congress the 11th hour with Stephanie Ruale.

I heard a guest or whoever say the words “WRECKING BALL”.

That may be one of my many “calling cards“.

And no it’s NOT bye bye “FeliCIA” yet!

If it’s true that DJT and his Joosish pals wanna build a temple in the guise of whatever, then I don’t think that’s for real.

Per a blogger about our spiritual world, only the Almighty would know any upcoming happenings.

And I feel that temple isn’t happening due to outmoded practices.

Anyways, that’s my elderly father’s favorite news channel and the bulk of my irks: he truly believes THEIR narratives.

I have nothing else to add except two loads of laundries were done.

End thoughts 2051 pm pt.