I’m tired already. After five days of trying to scan whatever precious history from papers to digital images, I’m beat, pooped and downright sleepy! What I had hoped would be completed in one week will probably take one to two months, if I pace myself a couple of hours. I hate too much clutter. If I only read it once, I’ll forget the next day. It’s not worth keeping anything around the house and for good reason. We can’t take anything to heaven except our souls, if any, and memories for whatever they are worth. I’m wasting my time in front of the computer really. It does nothing but keep us indoors.
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Hoarders Situation
Over the weekend, I’ve scanned and shredded old papers. My goal is to reduce the “paper monster” from two plastic bins. My next goal is to throw away any small trinkets in the drawers and closets.
The bigger items, such as unused and useless electronic gadgets, need to be recycled. I just need to find a place for these instead of throwing away directly into our normal garbage and/or recycling bins.
I hope to reduce the number of clothes, jackets, and coats too. The old shoes of small sizes and tight clothes have been sent via Balikbayan boxes to Yesha and family. It should arrive in the Port of Manila on March 12, 2011.
There are lots of big plastic bags, unused pillows, blankets and other linen that needs to go away. I don’t know how a family of three accumulated these sort of formerlly treasured junk. The parakeets have more toys they don’t use, too.
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Stop It
So, it has come to this: “Stop it! Stop it now!” With that said, I’ve come to the conclusion that stupid and poor people are not worth helping. I could see why the wealthy are pissed.
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“Don’t feel guilty. It’s impossible to help these people. Once you give big, you are expected to continue to give a lot more.” said Maw. “These people are con artists. Do NOT get involved in their problems.”
“Just say no!” said Paw. “You are NOT oblige to help these people. You don’t know them well. They are perfect strangers.”
“I don’t believe you would do that to yourself! Don’t give if you don’t have the opportunity.” said the boy. “Don’t stir up the hornets nest. You are asking for trouble.”
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For example, you’d see politicians and businesses try to donate to charity. And look what happens! The ones who are supposed to administrate/manage/oversee these donations end up pocketing the money. Instead of going to the people who need food, clothing and shelter due to acts of “God” or due to no fault of their own, the hoarders spend the darn, hard-earned money by us taxpayers!
I’m not going to be merciful anymore. Do you want an angle of wrath? You got it! And it’s all because humanity is hopeless.
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Anti-Union Bill
Collective bargaining is outmoded. Now that new laws and regulations are implemented, there is no need to operate under that old system of unionization. Unions are nothing more than socialist thugs, who are FORCING us taxpayers to fund their retirement benefits, their health care and pay increases. The union members must contribute into the system and give back to the taxpayers what they themselves are trying to hoard. If the unions don’t give up what doesn’t belong to them, just let the workers be laid off.
In recent news:
Wis. lawmakers flee state to block anti-union bill
By SCOTT BAUER, Associated Press Scott Bauer, Associated PressMADISON, Wis. – Faced with a near-certain Republican victory that would end a half-century of collective bargaining for public workers, Wisconsin Democrats retaliated with the only weapon they had left: They fled.
America is supposed to operate under normal market conditions. With unions, there is little to no room for CHANGE or improvement in the labor force, who are getting fat from public funds. I expect a nationwide sweep of all union organization. It’s time for CHANGE. There are lots of opportunity of business investments in private sectors for tutoring, for example.
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20110216-Liking Laptop
While waiting for the four downloads to be installed for my operating system, I will attempt to blog VERY slowly, keying each letter so the VERY slow CPU could catch up.
I like blogging via a laptop. This aluminum desk has a pull-out feature for a keyboard. And the small size is perfect for looking CLOSE-UP and without the strain of craning my neck forward to view a 17 inch flat screen monitor far away.
Plus my spine is straight up and down while sitting comfortably because I don’t feel the aches and pain of trying to adjust my body to, once again, view the monitor from far away while the keyboard gets in the way.
I noticed that there is less clutter of cords. Although a tower does have benefits of a faster CPU and more RAM memory to get faster results, I do NOT mind working off a laptop! It’s lighter and easier to carry wherever I go!
So maybe I should just keep this ten year old clunker and not worry about viewing websites, such as OPEN forum discussion boards and various news-related articles, that have lots of scripts, graphics, videos, audios and ads to slow down my primary purpose: blogging.
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20110114-More Spooks
Today’s guys are uglier, uneducated and lack manners and etiquette. This morning three guys were in a hurry to get to the second floor. I was following right behind them REALLY fast thinking at least one would hold the door open for me.
“Bobby is harmless.”
~Mike long ago.
The door was slightly ajar so I didn’t have to use my ID badge. For the next trimming, Bobby should go because he doesn’t say hello or give eye contact to “strangers”. Chris, his boss, was speaking with Bobby at the door when I arrived. I was so pissed that I threw off my matching brown hat and scarf.
Two guys who should be trimmed too are a dark-skinned South Asian Indian guy and the little beady-eyed, white guy Scott L., the hoarder of plastic bottles and aluminum cans at his cubicle workstation, which could be a potential fire hazard. But this place doesn’t care.
At 9:56am, another ugly, purple dark-skinned South Asian Indian guy badged in. He coughed obviously loudly without covering his damn mouth to stop spreading his cooties. He too should be trimmed from this company. His skull shape is smaller and he shorter. He usually wears short-sleeved, dark-colored dress shirts.
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20101121-Trying Theme
Well, in only one or two days, I went from the most recently added WordPress.com theme – Pilcrow – back to an old Theme: Sandbox 0.6.1. With my paid CSS upgrade, I made this theme one-column (or narrow) and added pretty colors of passion pink and cool blue – female and male – duality.
Primarily, I really wanted the meta data to appear in a certain way, where the tags, categories, comments and edits are all bunched together somewhere on the index page view and single post view and where the date/time stamp appears underneath the blog/post entry title for the index page view. This theme has the author data, too.
PLUS, I wanted templates for the “Archives” and “Links” because I’m not a fan of long sidebars cluttered with multiple widgets. Both templates for the theme Sandbox 0.6.1 appear below an already pre-filled page (if not left blank). And the “Archives” template shows BOTH the “item count” and “RSS feed” to the “Categories”.
The features for “Custom Menus”, “Backgrounds” and “Headers” are lacking. Bah!
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Full-Width, No Sidebar
Believe it or not, I’m still using the recently added WordPress.com theme: Pilcrow, which rhymes with “PressRow”. Under the “Theme Options”, I’ve selected a default color scheme of “Light”, which is a basic white background with black fonts and blue links. For the default layout, I chose “Full-Width, No Sidebar”. That means there are no distracting widgets.
To further “force” this WordPress.com weblog into submission as a website, I’ve set a static page of “Howdy!” as my “Front page” and nothing (or — Select — ) as my “Posts page”, meaning I’ve reduced the chance of online search engines from picking up my latest/recent posts entries. Only the smart ones would dare subscribe to my syndicated RSS feeds, which is shown as excerpts (or summary) instead of full text because I’m a cruel person.
Again, I prefer people clicking around my site and ACTUALLY reading the pages rather than just reading the posts. To simplify the top navigation bar, I’ve only customize three links: Home, Pages and Posts! It shouldn’t be hard to differentiate static pages from most recent posts. How cool is that?
After reading an EY article about his website not taking on a more “professional” look since 1996, I was inspired to remove my sidebar widgets of clutter. Actually, I just got bored looking at all those sidebar “Image widget”, which slows down the pages from loading up faster for those with slower internet connections.
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Icon Archives
After adding more `text widgets`, I decided to lurk online in order to reduce the clutter in my sidebar. Lo and behold, I found:
So I’ve downloaded six icons and placed five icons into a `text widget`, which is currently located underneath the `search form` and near the top of my weblog. But since I didn’t want to directly link the `png images`, I had to convert the files into `jpg` by using MS Paint! Then I uploaded each image, provided proper credit (or linkback) and VOILA!
Here are the first five icons, followed by two `Mini-PNG` WordPress logos:
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20091222-Avoiding Flu
Seriously for the past four or five years, I’ve avoided getting the flu. How? By avoiding the flu shots primarily!
1. As mentioned in my earlier blog entries, the last flu shot I received was around 1995-1996. Strangers administered flu shots at a parking lot of city hall for that city. I felt woozy and sick for a couple of days. I didn’t admit being allergic to eggs. So I will not be accepting anymore strange doses from nefarious agents. Stupid.
2. I’ve used DC’s zapper to vanquish my sickness away! I would zap my eyelids to stop the running. The zapping really hurts – so be careful to avoid burns. And the viral critters die. I would zap other areas, neck, forehead, nose, cheeks, jaws and cheeks.
3. Also, I’ve been unemployed for a couple of years. This means less exposure to spooks coughing their viral spews into my airspace and breathing their bad breath into my nostrils.
4. By staying indoors and pretty much imprisoned because of being broke by ungrateful and soulless banksters, I’ve avoided the chemtrails and its flu-like agents sprayed into the upper atmospheres and slowly down to ground zero, where people like moi happen to dwell.
5. The chance of eating other peoples’ cooties is lessened when eating home cooked food. Buffet foods left on the counter for contamination by peoples’ coughs is already scary. Food prepared by other people is something to think about health safety.
6. Cleaning, sanitizing and showering often help to stave off the germs crawling off your body and from off your closest companions. Clearing up your cluttered homes is also a GREAT. Start a garage sale. Donate to charity. Stop hoarding junk!
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20080519-Egads Again!
Raising money, raising hell
Fire brimstone, sulfur smell
Fat Pete and pals, Mammon’s friend
Completed nothing, empty endMark my calendar, Mark G. F.
Long white limo, Anthony L. deft
Buck teeth finder, that Landy K.
From L.A. to Carlsbad, ‘Dante’ wayRaising money, tight fit hands
Domesticated to foreign lands
Notwithstanding, their hidden hoards
Their mighty pens and lawless swordsCalm my anger, calm my urge
My uber sword, its fiery purge
Unto their heads, I cut them off
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20080120-Dream Journal
First dream:
I dreamt of seeing myself as a thin young girl coming down ladder from the far end of the room, which is dark with some hint of light and blue in color. The place was full of tall, bulky candy machines to her right and nothing seemed to be to her left. I saw myself exploring the area and wondered where I am. Then I saw another taller, very quite and widely set woman come into the scene. She walked the girl straight ahead at the end of the candy factory.
Slightly to MY left I saw the older lady making cotton candy for the girl. The cotton candy machine was circular and as wide as a person. I saw this machine in front of me and it has grids the size of my hands. There seemed to be some white objects centered in the middle of the machine and I assumed those appear to be marshmallows. The air was blowing upward as I saw the woman scoop the cooked cotton candy with an object she held in her hands.
The woman brought the scooped up cotton candy over immediately to her right and placed it into a stainless steel table cluttered with other junk. She pressed the stringy candy into some liquid ooze and we waited for that to cool. The girl was standing to the right of the table, the women to the left and I was still behind the cotton candy making. I saw the dark veins of the ooze make its way up the strands of cotton candy and someone said it’s ready.
We walked back up the stairs as I followed the twosome. I sensed the woman worked here long and the girl was to be her replacement. The women went first up the ladder followed by the girl and me, who saw both their behinds. I zoomed ahead of the woman to see her viewing a narrow window opening at the top of the stairs. The opening was barely enough for a small dog. I saw the intersecting passageway, which was slightly dark with light filtering from above this passageway.
We were able to squeeze through the narrow opening and into this small passageway and made our way to the left. There was another normal sized door located to the right of this dead end. This lead to a very dark hallway with lots banners lining up on either side. There appeared to be pictures on these banners and those may be the faces of clowns. But I am not sure.
We entered the hallway and found ourselves at the end of another room where some dim lights were streaming from somewhere and onto at least three wall panels. These wall panels were coming out from the right in sequence like a guillotine. A fourth one seemed smaller and popped out from the left as I didn’t dare cross over. The woman stood at the left of the wall and showed us how effortlessly she crossed the first panel as soon as it returned to the recessed wall on her right. It looked easy and slow with lots of vertical or horizontal lines shining on the panels. I think I see more raised designs like tendrils.
Second dream:
I saw a man leaving a woman on her bed. Then I saw another man enter the scene from my left. This man was talking to this queen and they talked some more. She was light dressed, had short dark hair and pale skin. I could see her behind as I stood listening to the both of them talk to each other. Then the queen adjusted her bed sheets around her and pulled what looked like a contain full of metal shavings. I zoomed into the guy as he held up bottle up to read the label but I forgot what was written on the label. She opened her mouth wide and pours the metal shavings into her mouth. It coats her lips black but she did not die. I believe she was having an affair.
There was more talking and I believe the king was present. We viewed a series of buff colored sketches, which showed two men standing face to face. The man to the left of the sketch was in full dark colored gear, held a pistol in his right hand and was pointing object at the chest of the man standing to the right of the sketch. The aim was slightly below the heart. The first sketch showed no firing while the second showed the impact and blood from the firing.
The man on the right was the king who was wearing a long white outfit with decorations which extended slightly beyond his shoulders. The king seemed to have dark hair with facial hair as with the man on the left. There appears to be a third bulky object to the left of these sketches. The king (who was viewing these sketches) had more markings on the front of his long white outfit.
The king was sitting on this throne with the guy to his left. I was standing to the left of the queen from a very far distance in front of his throne. I saw how the king got very angry and upset at the queen (and probably after his learning of her affair with another man). I saw the king stand down from his throne and come straight at us (but more at the queen). I then stood back from the scene as the couple was more to my right side of the dream. I see the king pull a pistol and shot at just below the area of her heart. The scene was in slow motion as I didn’t notice any injury initially. Then I saw the impact of the firing and the slight circular oozes of blood coming out from heart area. Then I noticed her head already came off as this part was bloody.
Author’s note: Once again, I awoke prior to 08:00AM. I have not been using the 12-hour, medicated nasal spray to relieve my sinus congestion. As a result, I believe dreams or nightmares of this nature could be due to the lack of sufficient oxygen to the brain. I’ve entered a few posts into a couple of conspiracy forum about this medical issue but noone seems to care as I am basically ignored by the unconcerned idiots.
So for those reading this particular blog, I would suggest submitting oneself to a study at the sleeping center and hopefully get a prescription for a breathing machine to wear at night. Since the United States is the only one in the world looking into this aspect of treatment for the well being of people suffering from sleep apnea, Medicare recipients might especially benefit.
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