Tag: myAsides

These are brief snippets of text that aren’t quite whole blog posts. Useful for quick thoughts and anecdotes.

  • 20160305-1334-Aside

    To Matt Meister and his Happiness Engineering Pals,

    I’ve noticed three things.

    First, can y’all please make the following as ‘reblog’ – http://atomic-temporary-205524931.wpcomstaging.com/type/secondary/. This appears to be pending or something like that. Oh, wait! That’s the ‘standard’ post format. Never mind!

    Second, can y’all please check or at least update the Support docs to reflect why the widget labeled ‘Top Clicks’ has mysteriously disappeared?

    Third, can y’all please update your docs to reflect these random disappearance and newly discovered changes?

    With hisses,

    Evil Kitty

  • 20160304-1353-Aside

    Actually, I’m not interested in mainstream media because these politicians seem to promise changes to areas that could have been ‘resolved’ while they were/are in office! It doesn’t make sense for any voter to believe a presidential service provider can possibly offer every opinionated human who is stuck on this hellish planet, everything on one plate!

    Recently, the attack upon the front-runner brought to my mind that an experiment went all too well. I brought my thought to Mom for a brief discussion about how Trump was meant as a ‘teaser’ to the RNC and the voters.

    1336. While listening to Neil Cavuto and eating lunch, I noticed that the mimicry of lying Ted regarding Trump’s flat tax. I was thinking that the IRS can indeed be abolished. Taxation can be tacked onto the property tax, which is especially applicable to those foreign-owned lands via the BLM! Am I wrong to suggest this incoming thought?

    And as for the push for the Independent party, I wonder if this is the real reason for the ramped-up attack by brown-skinned losers over the obvious winner, Trump. As per a WordPress.com blog somewhere, I noticed that the RNC also inserted lots of brown-skinned presidential candidates.

    I’m thinking that the RNC is outmoded and that an Independent ticket may be on its way to open up for other political platforms. After all, if this American corporation is gonna be competitive, I expect to see this reflected in the political arena. And by that and for example, I meant it’s not good to monopolize the government with only two political parties – Demon-crats and Reptili-cons. I expect ‘competitiveness’. There are so many ideas and ideals. I can’t imagine parties ruling as a class over another group. Weird.

    In summary, 1. the test by Trump to observe if humanz are swayed by popularity or by principle and by whatever crap each party represents and 2. the possibility of Independent parties – along the line of ‘Perfect Competition’ over ‘Monopoly’. But Trump asked the crowd of they wanna give up their place for newcomers, but he and they answered almost in unison – a negative. That’s was my answer to the latter thought of this paragraph.

    My other thought is that the CEO of this American Corporation or LLC under the queen crown must be able to make good deals. I wonder if Trump can be the largest landowner over QEII. That’s a challenge I pose to any reptilian. Good luck!

  • 20160303-1052-Aside

    Mom said you Republicans need to unify and get your act together. You need to take out the old service providers. All of you are greedy.

    The man is not a con-man and is trying to help. And you people are trying to distort everything. People change from worse to better.

    You need newcomers with new ideas. After he didn’t do a good job after four years, then you can say something. Your interpretation is way-way out!

    If you people are good, how come you didn’t do good in the past? And what makes the difference now?

    My Mom doesn’t like anyone of you, including the old and current politicians. Because you are putting the country backwards instead of forward.

    You are hating each other. And God hates that! Lies upon lies against each other and that will backfire upon y’all.

    God Bless You All And The Country.

     

  • 20160229-1954-Aside

    The crazy bitch living next door to us is still having her episodes AND serving as Communion minister to unsuspecting parishioners who don’t know of her grave sins – falsely accusing, coveting the neighborhoods, and denouncing God. Those who can scan my thoughts know this is true.

    After Sunday morning mass yesterday, I was about to exit the double doors nearest the choir box and cry room. I saw through the opening the crazy bitch was looking directly into my direction. I saw Connie C standing at the doorway. I hastily and smoothly took a hard right into the last most pew section against the window leading to the cry room, hugged little Madeline or Matty, the singer with cute black eyeglasses, and followed Ruby and her husband outta the front door where I saw the main usher and Emmer doing their duties. The Filipinos were in the vestibule signing up any parishioners interested in spaghetti dinner.

    When I got home, I noticed that the maroon Dodge caravan # 698 was parked on the left driveway. As soon was I got out and crossed our front garden hose, I saw her emerge from her garden hose area and started talking loud. Once I got into the front door, I grabbed the electronic unit, headed to our closed garage, clicked the remote keyless entry four times to sound the horn twice, activated that laughing guy sound from Halloween, and had my fun. She was still talking loud. I wonder why Obama allowed her to own cellphones.

    20160226. After dinner, Dad report to both Mom and me about how he was talking to the Bart/VTA construction working last Wednesday. The worker said the project will be finished around 2018, and that it started in 2012 and that they will test run the trains around 2017. The worker said that if the noise of compression is too loud that we can call the Bart construction.

    Dad also reported that last Thursday while he was gardening out front, he heard the crazy bitch whispering too loudly that she installed seven spotlights. That same Friday night, she had her bright blue spotlight turned on the side shared fence. I may have seen ad guy walking his dog at the same time that night. So hopefully my spooks will take note of each event and compare against my blog entries.

    After moving my damaged car two days ago, which was last Tuesday and after coming home around 1300 Thursday afternoon, I was scanning Dad’s paperwork upstairs and heard a sudden sound through the opened bedroom window. I thought it was Melody, the Chinese neighbor living behind our house. But Mom said when I came downstairs an hour later that she heard the neighbor have her episode. I believe the crazy bitch living next door to us couldn’t figure out my darker hair color after one month of staying indoors but leaving only to drive my parents.

    So folks, this will be a lifetime with that 58 year old. She’ll qualify for her Medicare pretty soon and the more she will stay. I’ll continue to blog about her activities until God allows her to move far away from my neighborhood. It is my understanding per YouTube videos that demonic spirits infiltrate churches and try to destroy from within. I’ll continue to sit-out the Eucharistic portion of mass AND wear black nail polish in protest against the Illuminati: I still hold those worthless pieces of paper by the way and may burn it anon to release my anger. Eh. I’ll let karma run its course and try not to think about it.

  • 20160229-1708-Aside

    Well, today was weirdly busy. I awoke at 0730 am and Mom showered. I curled her hair, had breakfast, used the toilet, and answered the head hunter’s phone call. While Mom did her asthma treatment, I ran upstairs and made three phone calls – two to cancel my eye exam and dental visit and to call my auto insurance for repair referral(s). I’ll pay that $500 deductible for my precious fender bender. I’ve not yet told my parents that I needed a ride to and from the repair place.

    Then we dropped off the Medical Baseline Allowance Application with Mom’s physician for re-certification. This is done every two-years, even if the patient is on permanent life support. The electrical and/or gas rates will be reduced, or discounted. But the wait time for calling the main phone number is horrendous!

    After attending noontime mass, we ate lunch at the nearby McD in twenty minutes. We had one hour after mass to kill and so we used up the remaining twenty minutes to use the toilet and wash up after eating lunch inside the MB E430.. This was because Mom was using her portable oxygen concentrator and didn’t want to be seen in public.

    Then at 1400 we waited until 1440 for the next specialist on infectious diseases. Mom’s shady nugget in the left lung was too small for a lung biopsy, which according to another specialist is risky and not necessary. He’ll suggest to yet another specialist for Mom to ‘step-down’ her medicine.

    After we picked up the faxed form from the first specialist, we waited in the car for fifteen minutes for any customer service to confirm its receipt. We left while still on hold and I hung up after waiting for one hour.

    We then picked up Mom’s medication at the pharmacy and bought two types of bread from a local Filipino bakery nearby. Then we came home around 1700 pm and at the same time Das Squirrel showed up.

    I had the strength to set-up Mom’s R2O2 oxygen concentrator, cook Ramen noodles, set-up the table for dinner and warm-up the food. Then I managed to wash and dry these dishes while Dad came late from upstairs after processing his rituals.

    Now Das Squirrel, Mom, and I are watching a YouTube video fearing Diamond and Silk on The Alex Jones Channel. Das Squirrel is laughing. Mom is dying. Dad is processing his rituals of throwing away the trash for today and wiping down the counter, flooring, and such.

    Tomorrow, I hope to sign the authorization and drop-off my precious car for repairs. It’s still good despite smelling of leaking fuel. Maybe, it’s time for a new car. Hmm. Boom!

  • 20160229-1018-Aside

    1008. Still listening to Trump rally in Radford, Virginia since this morning. He mentioned Muslims in the Philippines. We need more General George Patten. Covered bullets in pork blood and shot each one, leaving the fiftieth to return. For twenty eight years, there were no more.

    Yeah, so those Muslims are head hunters. Filipinos know.

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  • 20160226-1631-Aside

    Regarding politicians, especially, presidential service providers. Das Squirrel expressed his concern over the safety of these public servants, including law enforcements, and their families.

    If Trump is truly wearing a bullet proof vest jacket and uncomfortable buttoning his suit coat, then that’s understood, being a front-runner and rival against the establishment and pals,

    Actually, I never did understand that word ‘establishment’. I’ve always thought and borrowed/stolen the acronym ‘TPTB’ meant the top. And I still don’t fully understand the hierarchy.

    So I’m watching another Trump rally via YouTube. This time is in Oklahoma City, OK, USA. First off, Mom didn’t like the word ‘con-man’ used by Rubio to describe Trump. She said that’s really for those prisoners or alleged criminals.

    Folks, there’s humor and politics, not nasty and politics. Dirty politics include doing whatever it takes to get ahead. And that is happening with the remaining presidential candidates.

    Trump can used his words wisely without offending. But the others state a situation and then come up with their presumptive answers that didn’t originate from the Donald.

    1646. So the RSBN actually turned its camera! In the audience was a dark-haired provocateur, who wore a white T-shirt with a Judeo yellow star upon the left shoulder area and imprinted in black ink: KKK ENDORSES TRUMP.

    Who wants to shut-down ‘freedom of speech’? Off with your heads for offending butt hurt feelings. Last night I said off-hand: What if we bought Adolf Hilter’s ‘Mein Kempt?

    Earlier today, Mom has enlightened Dad and moi. When Trump mentioned how and why he mentioned the $50 billion per year to Mexico. For him it’s peanuts. So trade balance is off, not in favor in Mexico.

    1655. The trade imbalance will be offset with taxes for those companies that established their business in Mexico and then turns around to sell their products to America.

    Yeah, so Mom rebuked Dad and I for not using our heads. We only chuckled silently to ourselves. All I know is that the voting election electoral processes are ‘rigged’.

    Again, I’m trying to figure out how and why Trump continues to spew his rhetoric, and doesn’t provide the details, like in yesterday’s Republican debste on CNN Live.

    Mom said he’s gonna do what he said because those are the issues and the details will work itself out but not exactly as mentioned. So it’s ‘blind faith’ again.

    I’ll put in my vote as usual without mentioning my endorsement online or on the ballot. Hehe!

  • 20160226-0919-Aside

    Mom and I were watching LINE CNN and heard the video snippet of Rubio reading Trump’s Twitter entries, in which he misspelled leightweight and honer. Mom said Trump and the establishment are joking. I “sensed” that “they” are pushing dialogues for these political theatrics.

    0912. I like Rubio, not that he was Mormon and is now Catholic, but that he is in the age group of Das Squirrel, Melania, and moi. But Mom and Trump or other sources said that Rubio is a backstabbing traitor.

    Last night, we were barely viewing the Republican debate on LIVE CNN with Wolf Blitzer, and others, oncoming that tongue-flicking Hispanic with a thick accent, due to the loud background conversation of my family and the loud bickering on stage.

    Mom wondered what’s wrong with Kasich. She doesn’t like Carson because Obama messed up America. We saw why Trump called Cruz a liar: he supported a strange-shaped noise that stuck out like Disney’s Pinocchio!

    Overall, Mom still “sensed” that Trump will do good, but still fears for his safety.

    With regards to Romney increasing the stash of Trump’s tax transparency, Das Squirrel mentioned last night that the Feds couldn’t find any murder charges on Al Capone, but were able to indict him on tax evasion charges.

    I was thinking per The Alex Jones Channel that maybe Trump does have mafia tires. And my incoming thought indicated that perhaps he bankrupted casinos due to unfavorable mafia activities.

    Das Squirrel said that the IRS is no good because maybe the Twit Wifey got audited. I say AMEX is no good because if their aggressive collection and legal practices.

    Once again, is Trump or whosoever wants to make a reality/real change, abolish the IRS, tax, taxation, and the Federal Reserve.

    Thank y’all.

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  • 20160224-2220-Aside

    Well, today seemed to go normal until during noontime mass, near the stadium where the 50th SuperBowl event took place recently. After the gospel reading immediately preceding the sermon, I couldn’t hold my post-nasal drippings and left a few loud coughs echo inside the silent place of worship. HEHE!

    Father Joseph sermonized about the supernatural when suddenly I hear loud buzzing in the distance. At 12:15 pm, I heard two loud-ass airplanes buzzing directly overhead the parish! The general direction seemed to have come from left (south-west) and go towards to right (eastern hills).

    I thought the loud buzzing was the sound of loud-ass lawnmowers, which usually occurs prior to the eight o’clock mass Saturday mornings.

    I turned my gaze downward to my right, averting my gaze away from the sermonizing priest straight ahead. (We normally sit up front and on the left hand-side, almost directly in front of the whitish Virgin Mama Mary, which is to the left of the ambro.)

    As soon as the two fly-bys passed half-way directly overhead, I felt a very sharp pinch inside my right eyeball! But I had my eyeglasses hooked over my head like a headband and that didn’t get in the way of my left hand covering my right hand as my head lowered in flinching pain.

    I assumed that the priest saw my sudden, abrupt action. I don’t know if others saw what had happened. But after he signed off his sermon with a sign of the cross and sat down at his chair slightly off the ‘right’ side of the Sacrament, I quickly caught his gaze looking directly into my eyeballs.

    I rolled my eyeballs skyward towards the naked figure of the crucifix Jesus Christ. That priest was the same one that I revealed my supernatural experiences and encounters with high-leveled entities.

    He appeared to be his usual self and seemed to have bowed and crossed himself a bit more. I wonder how he and others like him and witness crap among crazy and stupid humanz who simply don’t understand the unseen and invisible forces.

  • 20160223-1037-Aside

    20130222-2214 (as per the oven light street coming downstairs): A few minutes ago, I saw three objects over the eastern hills. From the second step of our second story landing, I saw three objects slightly of the “left” in reference to our eastern-facing window straight ahead.

    The larger one was located slightly above and below in a three o’clock direction to both smaller objects, which both had its red beacon lights the size of pin heads from my lobe of sight.

    The large object started moving southbound along this eastern hill. I decided to wave my arms to it, assuming that it is an intelligent object using infrared technology.

    Lo and behold, it received my telepathic message of greetings as I signaled it with my arms waving, below the visual of the streets. I always make sure my head/body is below the second story window, while standing on the step.

    I tried drawing the triangular sides, not the bottom, going up and down. It synchronized my fast rhythm!

    I tried the “attention” signal of flaggerd to incoming flying vehicles on an aircraft carrier, and the rhythm continued to sync.

    I tried vertical columns the width of my shoulders, going up and down. I tried vertical columns, going up and down, in front of my chest. But the rhythm stopped as it moved southbound along this eastern hill.

    One note to mention: it displayed a THICK bright, whitish, horizontal bar and probably would measure three helicopters in length from nearby or roughly ten helicopters.

    In relation to the small red beacon lights of the two smaller objects, the length round be roughly, yeah, five, nah seven objects in length.

    Do NOT doubt unto moi. It could be balloon. But it’s speed was medium coming from left, stopping DIRECTLY in line to my second story window, and slower going right.

    He!

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  • 20160223-1030-Dream Journal

    20160223-0208. I was lucid dreaming about “I’m tired with flat tires” as the name of my new book.

    20160222-2130. I was drifting off to sleep and relaxing my system, when I felt a subtle, single release as outward waves emanating from my sides, along with the sounds of ripples, which could be Dad’s footsteps upstairs. These type of system releases had occurred several times in the past.

    20160206-0519. I experienced a lucid dream in which a control parasite was sitting on my side, which felt heavy from its weight. I blasted this invisible entity with prayers. I felt that it may have sat on bed as I pulled on my blanket. There may have been inner voices but I was too sleepy to care and then turned on my back to sleep.

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  • 20160222-2047-Aside

    So at around 2022 pm my local Pacific time, I entered one chatting message via YouTube while the reptilian speeched unto the screaming crowd at his rally. I said: “Fly-over and win, [reptilian]!” And so with TPTB and pals, he ended his speech with lots of word: “win, win, win!” Hehe!

    And so I updated my YouTube profile to include a black paw inside heart-shaped design. But I don’t see the profile reflected upon the default bluish cross-hairs of YouTube.com site.

    Once again, I expect y’all to behave and to follow your correct path to the Lawd Gawd. While I have this new weblog post entry open, I’ll share my smartphone notes below:

    20160222-1909. I had my old nagging thoughts regarding humanz. I still find humanz quite disgusting and below that of animalz in that humanz break the natural rules across the board. Basically, humanz are food processors! That’s correct! Humanz are eating-machines!

    20160222-1858. Last week on either Face the Nation or Meet the Press on MSNBC – I cannot recall, their brief video snippet shared sound bites from the late Judge Scalia. The two pointers that stood out unto my small brain were: 1. that he hopes that the next Supreme Court Justice will pick-up where he left off as far as retaining constitutionality of interpretations and 2. that his decisions are opinions, and nothing more.

    20160222-1857. Judge Napolitano regarding Clinton email. What kinda answer is that – “I try not to lie” to “I’ll do my best to level with people” versus the interviewer’s comparison of Jimmy Carter’s version – “I never [tell a] lie”. After dinner tonight, Mom said that Hillary sold her soul to the devil and will end up dead. Like I said, it’s a karmic debt of all sorts. I’m thinking this exercise is how much humanz in their overall consciousness in and of love – are cap/able of/to fogiving/forgive the worst liars, like Hillary Clinton. But I think there’s no forgiving demons, for that’s their design.

    20160210-1915. I arrived early. The crazy bitch next door to us didn’t serve as Communion Minister tonight. During Ash Wednesday evening mass, I took my second ash. My parents and I took our host and ash earlier this day. But I had to shower, which ALWAYS helps open my singing voice prior to choir mass.

    20160208-1309. I cannot recall why I entered this smartphone note: Trum’s comment on Michael Savage: “You’ve been very consistent”.

    20160207-1151. The crazy bitch didn’t serve as Communion Minister this morning. I read one of two flags displayed in front of the Saint Joseph section, across from the choir box as: 1941 Boy Scout Troop 41.

    Overall, we’ve seen two pick-up trucks next door. One was a dark grayish Nissan and the other was a broken reddish. Yesterday, the crazy bitch didn’t serve as Communion Minister. Jasmine and Amy didn’t show up for choir mass. I wonder if Julie, our possibly distant relative on my maternal side and the sister-in-law of Amy is still hanging around with that crazy bitch living next door to us.