Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Author: FLYNN

  • 20060826-Grassy Critter

    Image source: IMG_2212 taken on 8/26/2006 1:23:48 PM via Canon PowerShot A610 camera.
    An up close photo of a winged critter sitting on a blade of grass located in our backyard.

    Here is a picture of a nice winged critter with two big eyes and two antennas. It was fluttering among the grass of our backyard and I decided to share this piece of happiness with everyone. I did see a dragonfly hovering around after taking this snapshot.

    This picture was taken after I finished drying off the parakeets from their birdbath around 12:30PM and after hosing down my CB thirty minutes ago. We then had lunch of spaghetti with meatballs and garlic bread softly warmed from the oven.

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    Brat called around 13:00PM and claimed he couldn’t make our lunchtime due to he was done with his outing wherever that was. I knew he wouldn’t come when I invited him two days ago, Thursday 08-24-2006. But the thought of having a meal here would have been nice.

    So we won’t be coming home to eat dinner tonight or wait for the twosome to arrive to eat our already cold leftover of spaghetti. I wish not to take anything personal. But since they have a different schedule, I would not want to waste my time expecting them over anymore.

    Maw and I as usual made noise about why some people do not learn to be nice. If indeed people wanted to visit us that would be nice. But for heaven sakes, the boy should be gung-ho about seeing his family since we do not see each other that often after four months of him moving out.

    In light of my weird experiences with certain people close to ‘heart’ or strange to me, I have succeeded to drag myself out of bed in time to make breakfast for Maw and me. We had coffee freshly brewed, two toasts for her and a bowl of oatmeal for me.

    Later I helped prepare breakfast for Paw around 09:00AM. He had his usual two toasts, warmed milk and apple. After that activity was done, I decided to wash my car. And I proceeded to put my ugly clothes on and sneakers to keep me from slipping.

    So that car washing activity was done in about one hour. I washed and dried the exterior and vacuumed the interior. I had to use the orange extension cord for the vacuum to reach all the way into the driveway, which is slightly angled downwards towards the small street.

    The next step was to put air into my four tire. All three were around 30 PSI. However, the front left tire had on 20 PSI. This third gauge confirmed to me that I needed to get my tires repaired.

    I washed the electrically powered garage door with the remaining suds of car wash. The washing itself didn’t make the garage door any cleaner. The grim was removed nicely and I forgot to dry it and the drippings went on top of the two parked cars inside. Great!

    After Paw finished his breakfast, he helped me clean up my mess while I put away the vacuum and air compressor. I invited him to accompany me to the local tire company where I purchased my wheels and tires.

    So I called the place to make sure they were open and that the tire repair was free, which was great because I am still broke as heck thanks to some people I met. So anyway, I took my shower quickly and met Paw downstairs who was already waiting for me.

    We arrived at the place around 10:30AM and had to wait around 45 minutes by Angel, whom I spoke on the phone at 10:00AM earlier. Since there was no room to sit around idly doing nothing, we waited outside for 15 minutes more.

    Paw decided we should walk around and that is what we did together. I was concerned for his head knowing he does not wear baseball caps to protect whatever hair he had left in his old age. But he didn’t mind and off we went along one side of the street.

    We went in and out the parking lots because there was not sidewalk. We covered 15 minutes one way, 15 minutes back, and another 15 minutes around the Fry’s Electronics parking lot. We saw they pulled my car in at 30 minutes.

    Paw immediately used the toilet there as I waited with my tight sneakers off. I aired my stinky feet nicely and both of us waited quietly with other customers for another thirty minutes. Then I did my job and thought good things.

    I noticed one customer waiting in line started scratching his left eye and the bigger clerk wasn’t smiling too much either. Most were Asian and I felt comfortable today and in the relative comfort my neighborhood.

    So I’ve posted two more blogs with pictures to describe each event and I await to get ready to attend tonight’s evening mass. Once again, we will disappear from the house to avoid the boy who may not come to dinner on his own time.

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    Saturday August 26, 2006 – 02:57pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060826-CB Installed

    My photo of a CB (or cloudbuster) in the background, blue feathers in the foreground and walnuts left over by squirrels in between the CB and feathers. It is a creation by J—/Sensei.

    Here is a somewhat up close picture showing unknown feathers of blue color in the foreground, a couple of empty walnut shells undoubtedly left by my squirrel friends in the middle ground and the CB created by J—/Sensei in the background.

    I was in the middle of giving our remaining but smelly six parakeets a nice birdbath when I saw how the plants needed some watering. So I left the birds slightly wet under the warmth of the high noontime sun on a fine Saturday afternoon.

    There were ‘Kali-Maw’s eggplants, tomatoes, chayote vines and some other trees growing outside our backyard. As usual, I would flush out the birdbath with fresh water and hosed down my CB to freshen its purpose with my intent, whatever that may be to me of course.

    There upon the ground near my CB were these feathers. I do not know the kind but assumed they were from either the four pigeons I saw earlier this morning roosting briefly on the antenna of the next door neighbor.

    So I took my snapshot as novice photographer and wanted to share how wonderful my feathered gifts looked with my healing device nearby. I hope everyone takes a moment in their current lifetime to try sharing what happiness means to each person.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060824-Shoes Off!

    I hate taking off my shoes at peoples` houses! I didn`t buy my expensive pair of socks or fine stockings to ruin on their floors or to take of my already expensive shoes. I refuse to stick my finely pedicured feet into some already soiled slippers set out by the owners, who make a mandatory rule to remove shoes in their new houses.

    A normal house is meant to be dirtied and lived in as normally as possible. And any guest who is required to remove the shoes for the sake of a house buyer`s insane quest for ultimate cleanliness seems to be treated quite rudely. New couples should wait until their own children start making a mess of things! It`s a great brouhaha!

    This implies that the visitors are dirty and the owners are cleaner than anyone else who doesn`t reside in their pristine castle of hard work. The impression the owners gives off (much like their malodorous attitudes) is that they don`t want to clean up after their dirty visitors after they have left.

    As a matter of fact, after my first visit to two of my cousins` new` indebtedness to a house last month, I decided never to return because of having to remove my shoes. I remembered kicking off these dirty slippers in anger because I was not allowed to wear anything upstairs from the first floor. I was pissed!

    Imagine having my elderly parents bend over to remove their shoes TWICE just so the owners are not to be annoyed! It shows that they care for their inanimate box full of costly eye candy more than making strangers or kin folks feel warm and welcome.

    Please do not associate with these kinds of people who would make freaking bull `spit` rules left and right for strangers too! These people are teaching me to dislike their airhead qualities of being better than the rest! [Come on! The wind blows inside the house and I don`t hear mortgage owners screaming at the dust! Numskulls!]

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  • 20060823-Advice Angst

    I’ve received a text message at 02:41PM and I knew there was trouble in their relationship. At 06:00PM we both met at a Jamba Juice place located near our neighborhood and she bought me my chocolate cow drink of sixteen ounce.

    We merrily sat under a shade provided by the orange-colored, stucco column of the building outdoors. The black colored, iron table was circular and Twit started the conversation about Brat being verbally naughty towards her.

    The substance of the whole conversation was about both parties expecting the other to change for each other. After only four months, they have arguments that should be a normal part of any relationship. I thought they seemed to get along normally without any arguments.

    I sat there and tried my best to listen to her side, which mostly supports her complaint about her boyfriend. This was a rare opportunity for me to try being the adviser to someone whom I am not all that close but find comfortable rapport with her genuine honesty as a person.

    As an outsider to any familiarity to being in a stable relationship, I shared what I knew from others. This goes without saying that no one is perfect and true love should learn to accept the other party ‘as is,’ which should indicate whether the significant other needs fixing or not.

    The implied risk, like a shopping for used cars, could happen in any new relationship where one party is not always to one’s best expectation. All I could provide her was to stop fixing each others faults and love the person for what exists and without making a big deal about every little detail that seem like daily annoyances. The ensuing arguments should never be taken beyond offense as well.

    But after I came home and tried to reiterate to my bio-units what has transpired with my one and one-half hour of her mostly conversing, they concluded I do not give good advice. And they blamed me for advising Brat towards the wrong and many paths as a prime example why I should not give advice.

    So with that said by two people who seem to know better than me, I in turn should not listen to advice which do not ring true to me and my reality. All I know is what I heard from this person and that there is a balance that the couple needed to work out together.

    Once again, my English is not all that great and verbally communicating my thoughts to her was already difficult enough. And I do not know why I always seem to get stuck in the middle between the younger Brat and my older Maw and Paw.

    I believe that my purpose is (as was tonight) to serve as an outlet for other people’s plight or struggles. If only others could hear my horror stories of being alone with my simple thoughts and boring life while being tortured by chatters that ran me through the ringers many times over, I would be able to give normal advice.

    But since I am not normal, I cannot give good advice. I am weird and always have been. This explains why I keep to myself most of the time and try to avoid embarrassing myself in front of strangers.

    At least I tried being there for someone (again!) when they are in the most need. This time there was not money involved. Today, I feel good knowing I received advice from a co-worker and tried to give one back to Twit. I tried, really.

    My advice to everyone is: No advice is greater than one’s life experience in any matter.

    P.S. OMG, people! Please don’t come to me for advice to help you find your answers either! Please don’t preach to me for unwanted advice, especially if I didn’t ask for intervention in the first place! I will tune you out and treat you as another ‘crusader’ for your version of another paradise created by your futile minds. 08-23-2006 11:54PM.

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  • 20060823-Boxed Beauty

    So, I’m supposed to be beautiful, according to his co-worker by the name of ‘Jerk Turdannatto’. Yesterday, he has verbally communicated to me this data at work and loudly enough for the nearby co-workers to hear (and perhaps) giggle about his admission.

    But if that were so true, why don’t I feel like I’m beautiful? I told him that if I were indeed this beautiful I should have been married by now with lots of kids, money and a nice house with a white picket fence somewhere. At least, I should have all these guys knocking down my door, calling me on the phone, emailing or chatting.

    I hate chatting after being traumatized. Recently, I’ve learned a hard lesson that these guys are out to harm me. Some really seem to love me although we have not met in person. So I’ll have to actually talk to real people instead of hiding behind the computer.

    Thanks to a nice co-worker, I’ve received another dose of reality. His advice is for me to get out and do things and stop kidding myself about negativity. I am slow to understand what this concept of ‘fun’ is all about and go beyond the confines of being comfortable in the home of my parents.

    I suppose the only outlet for my frustration and for not having a ‘real’ life outside home is through this blogging. And my fellow warriors have been and are reading these blogs because this account was specifically set up back in February 2006 for a forum.

    I assume that the only possibility for this mysterious ‘J@ck B!ll*’ of Florida to find this account of mine is through that particular forum. I did read about an article about an ‘opus dei,’  told a fellow warrior chatter about an Italiano named ‘J@ck B!ll*’ of Florida and then surprise! his Yahoo! ID/account of ‘b*ss@ss!n‘ was created to scare me.

    But who’s fault is it for not being happy- being inside or outside the box, at home or on vacation, on the computer or out on a real date? I know I am beautiful on the outside but on the inside I don’t feel the need to prove that I am.

    I could go back to the successful ways of meeting people (or cute guys) by wearing pretty dresses and high heels (!) and dying my hair lighter. This could be possible if I could have the chance to spend the tons of my hard-earned money that seem to not have yet been re-paid.

    My story is long and diverse about some very intellectual people, who ‘found’ me via a chatter from six (6) years ago. His face is not the most handsome but he is a good person. I have no regrets for not knowing how to avoid con-artists or scammers or would-be admirers except my putting on weight from sitting down all day.

    P.S. Please forgive my English, if I do not make myself clear enough.

    P.S.S. There are lots more wispy cloud activities today, along with those trail clouds being spewed by those planes. I took more pictures of these nice clouds, which seem longer than yesterday’s rounder version. And there was one large one with rainbow colors inside around lunchtime today.

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  • 20060823-Sniffles Whiffles II

    Here is another picture of clear blue sky with lots of nice clouds over our house with a nice eucalyptus tree nearby. I think I left my home after eating ‘Kali-Maw’s delicious lunch, which always makes me feel good and quite full.

    That day was another nice one for me in spite of my being a poor pariah of all sorts. I do not remember much from Wednesday except working hard all day. The idea was for me to step out of work as a data entry clerk and enjoy the outdoors for once.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060822-Not Scared

    I love eating and almost anything that doesn’t suffer too much before going on my dinner plate. I eat for social reasons to fit into a normal image of eating like the rest of the herd. I eat to survive and I know I do not need to eat, for example, hot dogs.

    I wonder why some Asian friends of mine prefer not to eat hot dogs and I probably assume they know (or perhaps seen) what goes into the ingredients of making these delicious and salty ‘fake meats.’ I do not care to know what stuff could possible have been sprayed on these cold food items because I happen to have enjoyed eating sausages, say for example, kielbasa. (Wouldn’t you people like to know how tasty!)

    If we all could survive by drinking water, breathing air and receiving warm sunlight alone, that would be nice. Then again, we would be missing out on the different forms of energy to sustain our forms. More complex forms require more complex nourishment. Some are not as simple as plants.

    Today, I enjoyed the nice weather with blue skies and the complimentary wispy clouds. I did not, however, appreciate the garbled noise emanating from my cell phone recently. This cell phone number happened to have been shared with that same chatter (J@ck B!ll*) who hounded me on weird questions. Prior to that, my cell phone was fine.

    Hint regarding B.S.: Once again, the scare tactic of any last minute urgency to the point of death as employed by these jerk bags is nothing compared to real life experiences of diarrhea and hemorrhoids, which I have referred to as flare-ups in my now deleted blogs from June 2006. I will no longer succumb to their attempt to harm me with fear. Besides, I already have a call trace set up on my phone line years ago should I ever receive another weird phone call from that ‘b*ss@sss!n‘ after I didn’t log into this Yahoo! email or chatting account after 08-09-2006.

    P.S. I prefer freedom to love anytime along with the security knowing that we are still safe from harm and danger and each others’ arms.

    P.S.S. Please do not stifle our creative efforts to be different from the rest. Some of us are not fluffy, white sheep and do not always behave as what the smarter, wiser, parental and more powerful folks would want us to believe. It’s like requiring every bathroom to have the same faucet fixtures, the same toilet styles or the same air fresheners. There is no need to track or even control the uniqueness of each person. That would disastrous and quite boring indeed. Don’t you agree? Thank you, good night and God-speed.

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    Tuesday August 22, 2006 – 11:30pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060822-Poor Pariah

    Greetings all:

    I have discovered how poor I am. My high hopes and dreams have been knocked down from a pedestal created by wealthy folks. I have no ill feelings towards them because they taught me a great lesson in life. They cannot take away my soul.

    All I have now is a hard earned laughter of blessed release from the burden of being used to help those in need. I tried to do as much from my end to make people happy. The final decision from me is to take care of my health.

    My blood pressure is within normal range and I will continue to work honestly as a data entry clerk. There is no amount of fear factor or scare tactic that would betray my goal to reach my Maker. One way or the other we will end up as fertilizer for Mother Earth or cosmic dust for the wide open spaces.

    Whooo! Doggiee! How much lower do you people expect me to feel?

    Whooo! Eeeeeee! The sensation of laughter makes me feel good. Dag-nabbit!

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060822-Sniffles Whiffles

    Lots of wispy silvery clouds appeared in our blue sky on 08-22-2006. This one was taken about a few minutes ago from my backyard due west. There were lots of the same on Tuesday, 08-16-2006.

    One large one appeared during lunchtime above the tower at my work. It majestically traveled in a south to north direction. I took some pictures with my camera phone after making my laughable phone calls to these pathetic pods, who need my help.

    We are truly blessed to know that we are not alone in this fragile, eggshell world of ours. With the appearances of our friends above, there is only the kinder fate that awaits us all.

    I don’t care if of your side happens to be the dark lighters or the light workers. I only care to know we are together forever. Yech!

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060821-Parroting Bad

    I have concluded (and in my personal opinion) to leave the grander issues to the smarter and wiser folks. And this, for example, includes the advisers who help our current `elected` one. Their presence and decisions will have to do for the duration of his term but they will be held highly responsible to make the world a better place.

    I am learning that the world is complex and quite fragile like an eggshell. Once again, we could easily crack this egg shell in a nano-second and that will be the end of all the hard work. Gosh darn it! Ultimately, I would rather not crack my own fragile mind with all the nonsense that is being broadcast about love and war.

    My heart is broken but repairable. The war stories sadden and are not easily forgettable. There are those whose jobs are to make sure that the inevitable of pain and suffering won`t be too traumatic for persons who do no understand the ultimate price of peace, whatever that may be.

    My job, however, is tedious and boring but this is all I know in my life. Data entry starts out easy as long as someone more senior shows me how to do the basic functions and then this allows me to became more autonomous yet creative whenever there is room for improvement in the processes and procedures.

    I could be cross trained to do a different job, say, like investigative work and that might make me feel more fulfilled. This would help me figure out how people behave and why they take or not take a certain course of action. I recently had the opportunity to try investigating this one chatter who hounded me about being in trouble in that oil-rich, yet poverty-stricken country.

    But for the most part, I am a blank slate and a newbie who is trying to learn what life is all about and how I fit into my current form. Up to this point, I`ve only regurgitated whatever I`ve studied through `academia`, read at my leisure and discovered by life`s daily experiences.

    What I do absorb into my life seems to be ones that are comfortable and truthful for and to me. So I recently tried to swim into the pool of weird events and find out for myself if this area would shake up my mundane lifestyle. And, sure as heck, the conspiracy stuff did its job on my mind!

    Now I`m all screwed up in my belief system and my reality is already unhinged. But I find that laughter brings me back to my purpose of not working too hard and having fun in order to balance out my boring life.

    So folks, if you anything or anyone confuses your understanding of what is real or not, never doubt yourself. You are the only source that would know what is good for you. As for me, my struggle to understand why I should care about others instead of myself is slow going.

    P.S. If I do not make sense or seem to ramble on without direction, this is because I am sleepy and cannot get rid of this constant high ringing sounds in both ears!

    P.S.S. I believe that parrots are smart. I believe my parakeets have emotional values too. They seem to remember and call out loudly after I mention the names of their friends who no longer reside in their cage. So I do not believe in the claim that `animals` merely parrot behavior taught by their `masters.`  It`s not fair, really.

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  • 20060820-Duh Oh!

    Why I do believe anything that crosses my path? This is because I may be simply dumb. I believe I am slow-witted because I let my brain think too much on weirdness (like conspiracy theories) and let my feelings get the better of me (like falling in love). I say, ‘Yuck to love!’

    For example, pizza should taste good but I do not know exactly why. I learned the reason(s) why by reading that the sense of smell contributes to the enjoyment of eating pizza with the aide of the taste buds. But these two senses won’t be possible without the almighty processing of data that goes on within the gray matter, which we call the brain.

    The brain is mostly fat, which is true with the name calling of ‘fat head.’ There are lots of neurons and other stuff in the brain that makes thinking possible for any person. What any one person could think is another issue.

    Why do people believe, for example, the media for the recent production of an alleged suspect for a killing of a little girl (JBR)? Although this person’s looks do give me the creeps, my feeling is that he is not the real ‘thang.’

    I am reminded of a Marilyn Monroe that may have been taken cared of for whatever reason. And there may be some other weird explanations why others seemed to have ‘disappeared’ by some weird accident or another.

    I know that the data produced by the media is like pizza, where there are lots of ingredients that seem easily digestible and, yes, superbly tasty, at the same time. Some ingredients to make any ‘pizza’ worthy for human consumption are healthy while some toppings are meant to clog the arteries.

    Either way, the enjoyment of the pizza stories should be the end result. Which ever way people think is the ‘right’ way to perceive what is being presented on mainstream media is left to each individual. It is very hard to ask for help to find out if any data out there is real or not.

    And that is where debates should occur – to find out if anything is real or not by discussing the pros and cons to any side of an issue and from every angle, if possible. ‘Duh-oh!’ would be my only answer when there is no possible solution to one problem.

    ‘Duh-oh!’ sounds similar to the word pizza ‘dough’, which basically holds the contents of the ingredients. Dough could be either thin or thick, crunchy or soft. Like the dough, my word ‘duh-oh!’ means to remain in the dark or the outer fringes of information that do not make sense.

    Hmmm. Pizza is good to eat, which is true. You could either believe me or not.

    Come on, people! Can’t you smell the weirdness with all the recent ‘spit’? First, there was the UK and Pakistan gung-ho teamwork, my fallout with this online love of ‘J@ck B!ll*’, my co-worker (Randy S.) with financial problems and the newest suspect of JBR.

    I am telling you right now the constant fear factors or scare tactics won’t work with me anymore. Surprise! It’s all in the mind!

    By the way, an online news article posted around 2135 (Pacific Time) on 08-20-2006 said the JBR suspect landed in Los Angeles Airport (LAX). That’s nice, really. Thanks for letting us know.

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  • 20060819-Patience Please

    I am in the process of learning my purpose in this current lifetime. Your patience is my evolution is of utmost importance. I know I am being observed by unseen forces and have only myself to rely on for the answer(s) to my most pressing issue of the heart.

    I have met a true love online and I do no not understand why he (and like so many others who ask for my financial assistance) has crossed my path. I do not understand why he continues to haunt me from beyond the grave (with the assumption that he has passed on from his physical realm by some captors abroad, which I keep mentioning).

    I know he is here and now with and within my head, which is currently placed above the location of my heart. This is because my head and ears have felt very intense pressure during the past three weeks of my ordeal starting on Tuesday, 08-01-2006 when he failed to visit me from his business trip. I continue to feel his and/or their continued observations in this manner.

    But who cares why these weird experiences must occur? I do care! I really do! However, I do not understand why I should care because I want to understand why certain events happen to me AND at this point in time. But I seem to lack the ability or discernment of how to arrive at the answer(s).

    I have concluded the following: Money does not buy happiness and never will. My desire to fulfill the emptiness with having more money does not do justice to my soul evolution. I wanted to help others if I ever have more money but realize I needed to help myself first. No amount of giving of myself would make me a better person except feed my already big ego.

    Please let me know if this is the answer you seek, ‘J@ck B!ll*’. I do not know any other way to explain that my time and space here is considered very slow to your standards and there has been and never will be any sense of urgency in any matter, even to the point of death (or your death, if this is your scenario you have created for me).


    P.S.     I swear I thought I saw the reflection in the mirror of an image of a ‘grey’ on my shiny forehead during the first week of August 2006. But then again my imagination may have been working overtime due to certain events of sadness.

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