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20230529-1927. Ask me simple questions and y’all will NOT get a straight answer!

Why, Flynn? Did the cat get your tongue? No, idiots!

Once again, due to my moderate hearing impairment and since I’m probably too much of an introvert, being shy and butt fugly, my hardened gray matter got used to just NOT answering – more like a stunned person in disbelief that someone really would dare ask unto moi questions!

So anyways, I forgot what I was really going add to this blog post entry.

I would like to add that I do NOT even know how to carry small conversations or long-winded ones to boot. It’s just NOT gonna happen. That’s why I’ve opted to blog instead: I could pace myself without the pressure of someone waiting for an answer.

Heck! Many times in the past I would do a re-run or review of what I could have said – but those better answers usually come streaming live within 24 to 72 hours, 48 hours maximum. That’s how slow my programmed incarnation happens to be, I guess.

Yeah, so if I’m more relaxed I would talk in a more hushed sleepy tone of voice. Y’all know what I mean.

Oh, yeah. 20230529-1934. If y’all gonna check up on me, I’m feeling less sad. The reason why y’all sensed that I was gonna pass on/away was because I did NOT have my CPAP supplies until May though I received the new replacement device since March!

So I was suffering terribly with snoring and OSA. My elderly father said I would snore but I would reply to him that “I do NOT recall”. Sometimes, I would catch myself waking up to a snort or a snore.

But now I don’t wake up in the middle of the night. And my heart is feeling better since I’m getting enough oxygen into my system. I’m NOT taking those pills, too, as a result. I know it wasn’t anything related to the planned pandemics because I was already using the device since 2017 but it was recalled around the time of the lockdowns anyways.

So yeah, now I can chat up a storm but I still need more self control. I’m both so excited but also lacking social grace. It sucks but it is what it is. I just need more confidence and reassurance, I guess.

End of blogging. 20230529-1938.

20230529-1842. Yeah so while boiling my noodles I’m talking to myself aloud in regards to our favorite podcaster in his lower than usual tone of voice, sentiments of Memorial Day and how fools like me, who forgot about today, don’t give due respect to those who fought during the Second World War and came back changed into monsters.

Yesterday I expressed to him how there are limitations and cited how Elijah had enough, called unto GOD for relief, was taken away into the heavens, and was replaced by Elisha.

I may sound like a cheerleader but I suppose that my presence is meant to support him the best way possible and so if he’s reading this piece of shit post, then by all means, y’all may remove your hands of glory and mercy and let bygones bygones.

Should anything happen to the remaining population though undeserving for your unappreciated efforts, that’s okay because that’s how the biblical stuff is supposed to manifest as appointed.

That’s my growing feelings. After all, that’s why I’ve been chiming-in NOT to offer anything special but just to be there while we still can for whatever it’s worth for thousands of years or eons if y’all will.

Y’all. Funny I heard that and thanks! Rest now.

End of blogging. 20230529-1856.

20230529-1319. While attempting to save a second password, I got the following error message: 503 Service Temporarily Unavailable! The first password still worked for the two password change attempts! There is something funky going on with this service!

I’m trying to Temporarily Disable one main email account that I’ll call A1 in the hopes of Permanently Deleting that account forever. For some strange reason, the A1 email keeps receiving my domain emails: that’s until set the forwarding address to A2.

The A3 email address is having problems: the passwords refuse to be updated online due the 503 error message as mentioned above. So I-AM stumped again.

The reason I wanted to delete A1 was because I did NOT know about how to create three sets of Alias Email addresses. And I was using the primary A1 email address instead of using the alias versions! After six freaking years, I finally discovered how to create three sets of Alias Email addresses for both A2 and A3 a few minutes ago and this can be done via the online account and NOT though the smartphone app or the desktop app!

So now I’m trying to see how I could email a contact so we could chat via Skype. There are two versions of chatting via Skype: video only or audio only as located on the upper right corner of the app and designated as a “camera video icon” and as an “telephone handle icon”. Since the spooky spook MGTOWs refuse to be seen due to a Biblical disclaimer forbidding the creation images, then the audio only chat is an option instead of the video chat option.

I’ll continue updating my tons of emails and/or passwords now. That’s all.
End of blogging. 20230529-1328.

What are you good at?

20230529-0431. That’s correct. I can’t do anything correctly and nobody says anything!

I would catch myself making errors and all I could do is correct the errors of my way.

At home, I criticize errors of others, burn food, forget to turn off the stove and drip/faucet water, drop and bump into things.

Once I started an oil fire. I was heating extra virgin olive oil, the smoke rose up fast, meaning the frying pan was too hot, and before I got a chance to intercept the potential fire hazard, the damned thing caught fire. So I managed to stare at the incident a bit and ran to grab a metal lid to smother the sucker.

I would kick and scream or rather throw a fit of rage or have temper tantrums, use my potty mouth unwisely. (Actually, I’m making this paragraph up but it makes for good reading.)

I can’t find the correct words to say, have brain farts, take a while to recall what is to be said next, forget what I’m supposed to do next.

I’m having a difficult time seeing well as I’m near-sighted or myopic and have astigmatism.

I’m having a difficult time hearing well as I’ve been moderately tone deaf and have to turn up the volume of my hearing aids to the third highest setting which sometimes gets too loud.

(That’s why when I speak to others, I tend to speak louder than usual as if I’m screaming because, well, we deaf folks sometimes can’t hear ourselves and, worse yet, others, especially in crowded and loud environments.)

So in effect, I failed to socialize or speak well because I can’t strike up a conversation without having the listeners repeat themselves. I’ve learned to “guess” or fill in missing words based on contexts and/or read lips.

I find myself “reading” closed captions while watching videos online because I can’t make out or hear some words without increasing the speaker volume.

Looping back to my eyesight, I have two eyeglasses that are meant for distance and a third pair for reading. But the only pair for reading is already blurry too and the coatings have blotches. So doing computer work is a challenge.

Besides being tone deaf and going blind, I have a bad attitude of wanting to be heard and being impatient that I tend to talk over others.

I could go on. So I know being imperfect isn’t gonna bag me someone or anyone special who should be exceptionally patient and understanding with old farts and old timers alike.

20230528-2116. I’m trying to clear my Drafts and/or Private mode pages. So this one Draft is pretty much useless as I could have simply deleted this blank/empty post.

The only “history” I have on/about this time would be activities with my blog, reporting financial investment crypto scams or spams on an instant message app this is full of spooky spooks, and a couple more apps containing savings for home and garden.

Earlier this evening I was re-publishing my old poems, poetry, verses. There are probably around three-hundred and some have small clipart images and hand drawings. It’s a matter of re-uploading the media and coding the new links.

That’s all.

End of blogging. 20230528-2123.

20230528-1024. Oh, dear, Lawd Gawd! I know or rather assume that commenter on Telegram might possibly be that handsome guy! I really miss hearing his soothing voice and I’m chatting up a storm with a commenter who does NOT like the guy. But should stop assuming because I really do NOT know if that commenter was him.

I find chatting or written language far easier to express myself than while talking over Skype with our favorite podcaster, who has VERY clear English.I hope to find another guy who is willing to engage in REAL and intelligent conversations. Oh, that’s it! He’s one of those characters who are impatient with imbeciles! He has three degrees! Like I said, I’m VERY impressed with the guy. Bar-none.

Unfortuntely, I happen to be rather slow-witted and dumb-downed from NOT having normal conversations with families, friends and strangers who do NOT open up freely as if everybody is hiding their true motives! I hate that I’m surrounded by the likes of these demon-seeds who want nothing more than to destroy my realities and me! It’s infuriating! But it is what it is.

Usually, I am able to delete my conversations within 24 hours. Because it’s gonna be old stuff anyways and I don’t really like to leave “trails” of my public conversations. Although viewers can always take screenshots. Sheesh.

Social media sucks and is full of bread and circuses for those who are truly bored. I’m still chatting up a storm with the would-be commenter who, like I said, might be the handsome guy who hates me as do other handsome MGTOWs. Y’all know who y’all are!

End of ranting. 20230528-1043.

20230528-0927. I’m fuming over non-profit religious organizations. Per my OLD blogs and on my Twatter accounts, I demanded that Jehovah Witnesses remove my contact information from your distribution promotional lists!

One time, I ranted on my Twatter account about Filipinos visiting our home and distributing JW related material. The freaking following day a whitish woman showed up at our front door with a stroller and child riding inside the stroller. I can’t recall but she talked and probably took something and then walked away quietly. I believe that was the last time any JW dared to bother to visit our home. See? Gang stalkers are also non-profit religious organizations!

But this failed, because on/about March 21, 2023 we received a letter written in Español! There was also a phamplet from JW.org! The sender’s address is nearby my local RCC location just further down MY long stretch of road nearest the East foothills.

What had happened one day at the 99 Ranch parking lot, I met an old school mate by the name of Dorothy M@c@r@3g, who has crooked, thick front upper teeth and fangs, too. Her older sister is Jennifer M@c@r@3g, who was the girlfriend of a fourth cousin from Marina, California. My fourth cousin is Robert or Bobby F@br!c@nt3. But both broke-up after seven years of dating.

So when Dorothy’s mother asked us for our home address and phone, I asked if they wanted to share their contact information. The damned bitch did NOT say anything but probably forwarded our information to the headquarters. See? How these snakes infiltrate my bloodline relatives and me?

The same goes for Baptist organizations. One time, I was downloading webpages to a particular bible-related website for reading later on. The freaking following day, a mysterious Pastor to one church showed up at our freaking front door!

He was VERY well-dressed and VERY polite and handsome, too! He was accompanied by his darker-haired whitish helper guy who was standing to his right hand side. I was VERY impressed and honored to have met both of them. I have scanned their postcard with the address and his name.

So yeah, I’m NOT thrilled about being infiltrated from VERY far away. Each and every time and for many eons that I’m trying to escape these religious affiliations, much like political parties, y’all keep following unto moi to the end of this earth and trying to pigeon-hole me into these groups!

I was told by my main choir leader that these functions are really designed for fund-raising and socializing. She has coloboma eyes or VERY distinct vertical hairline V-slices riding from the bottom of both her irises and towards the center of both pupils. She likes to talk in the night. Choir practices are done at night. See?

So please kindly stop it. I detest y’all non-profiteers – religious and spirituals alike. Y’all disgusting unto moi. I’m really happy avoiding the likes of your worshipping “species” using vulgar languages.

Y’all are really draining my energy. And when the podcaster kept being late for brief Skype calls (and even his podcasts), I felt relief and have recovered from his parasitical or symbiotic energy highjacking.

But I really do miss practicing talking over the phone with the handsome guy after NOT really working “hard” for over 16 years. I’ve lost pretty much my socializing skills. Sucks!

End of ranting. 20230528-0942.

20230527-2240. I-KNOW what’s going on with suicidal companies (retail, alcohol and beverages and crypto) and other conspiratorial stuff for fear-mongers, as scare tactics, horror/thriller/suspenseful narratives and other politically-correct and far-fetched stories.

For the past 20 years or so, I’ve been submitting my ideas, opinions, suggestions unto the spiritual realm as per my OLD incoming/invasive thoughts from and by THEM, of course, on my OLD blogs here and on my Twatter accounts, which I want to delete but I-AM tempted to reactivate. (I must meditate on this further.)

If y’all believe in spiritual interconnectedness, then this is it – it’s you, me, us, them, and everyone else in-between! We both create and destroy or rather re-purpose and re-configure stuff as needed or as necessary.

What I-AM trying to throw-out is what our favorite podcaster has reported in his live broadcast on that one day and immediately AFTER I disclosed to him my race, ethnicity, nationality – upon which both of us remained silent as he probably downloaded my thoughts!

He said in a low-sounding tone of voice that he now knows who, what or whatever is going on at play or something along that line. Yup.

So anyways here is refresher for those who are trying to make sense of stuff: evil to those who think evil of it.

Honi soit qui mal y pense

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Honi_soit_qui_mal_y_pense

Or on the flip side: good to those who think good of it.

Or rather: This is truly Biblical – those who are NOT sinners can cast the first stones against and upon the prostitutes. Get it? No? Then y’all do NOT know ministry at its finest!

For the chosen ones in this spritual matter have the appointed rights to yeet as allowed/directed/guided by YHvH. The rest of us should repent and return to obeying YHvH. Amen.

End of blogging. 20230527-2259.

20230527-2154. Behold! My site now sports two bamboo images from June 26, 2007! I used the Gutenberg “Cover block” to set the “background-image” for my pages: the Front Page template has the “draw” jpg image while the other templates use the “bamboo” jpg image.

Before the Gutenberg block, I was trying to figure out how to force the CSS codes to set different “background-images” for different templates! I was having a VERY difficult time with coding but I learned to have fun. But now I have fun – only quicker!

This just occurred unto my small mind for the past say ten minutes after wondering for a VERY long time why the Generate Preview could NOT load my site via the “https-//wordpress.com/sites” webpage! Then it occurred unto moi: something must be done!

So I went to my Dashboard or left sidebar > Appearance > Editor > Design > Templates and chose only the templates (which was all of the templates except for the Commerce versions) that I wanted to set as the “background-image” using the Gutenberg “Cover block”! Voila! Now I-AM happy with my site! It’s clean, fresh, light, bright and easy to load!

Which reminds unto moi: I really should just delete some small clipart images that I inserted into one OLD stand-alone website page earlier today. The small clipart images are slowing down one OLD website page because I’ve lumped (or copied and pasted) ALL pertinent single/individual/long-form pages into this ONE page, which uses the “Table of Contents block” and the “Page Break block” – to give this and another OLD stand-alone website page the look and feel of flipping through or turning the pages of a book.

The third stand-alone website project comes in two sets: one for the 66 static pages of KJV audio books, which appear as a link in the header navigation above and one for the 31,103 verses, which appear as a random verse generator button in the footer below. That’s all for now.

End of blogging. 20230527-2214.

20230527-2013. Early this wee morning hour, I re-subscribed monthly to the ministry of our favorite podcaster.

And just like our favorite daily messenger, both are fellow brothers, true spiritual warriors or demon slayers. I think both are super handsome HOT stuff!.

I-KNOW stuff, too, which was why I disclosed paranormal or supernatural stuff to him over Skype and on this blog.

The reason for re-subscribing to our favorite podcaster was because of my spider senses: I could NOT remove or shake-off the nagging thought that something is up or amiss.

Now here is my take on all stuff. These two know deep spiritual stuff and that’s why I am ranting on my blog here – NOT to demoralize or discourage him or others: we, like so many others, have been seeking the truth.

Some remember their past histories, but I keep forgetting my assignment, mission, purpose, meaning I have spiritual amnesia and do NOT know what’s going on.

So per his podcast today and him talking with a high-ranking official from a similar military branch of my elderly father, he mentioned that all stuff is religious.

My spin or take on this agenda or ongoing operation is that the ET phone home species re-purposed religious “cult-like” foundations to control the world.

And that’s where I think Bible thumpers and evangelical ministries and the like are “missing the point”. There is more than just praying.

There is practice makes perfect and nobody that I know is appointed or allowed to let anyone of us know how to go about doing so! See?

That’s where I was frustrated. And I cried as a result. I did NOT have the correct questions to ask or dare to ask him questions in the first place!

So that’s why y’all can’t save everybody – NOT even unto moi. Sigh.

End of blogging. 20230527-2027.

20230527-0855. Listening to symphonic female-fronted metal bands and this song has meaning unto moi: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/the-dark-element/1271719224

During our brief phone conversations, I noticed that our favorite podcaster would remain silent. This is an effective psychological method to get the other perp, err, party to speak freely. (I know because I took sociology and psychology courses for my “nursing” program, which I failed to absorb due to enormous amounts of details.)

Anyways, I would be the one spewing nonsense randomly – and just to keep the silence and void from being unbearable. (Mind y’all, he was probably the only guy to remain “engaging” in a few minutes of conversations. The other guys from my past just wanted only one thing – and that was easy for them and I was easy. Sigh.)

So like other symphonic metal musics this particular song has lyrics dealing with relationships, which is the foundational crux of any life’s existence AND without all the noise, nonsense and controversy of politically-correct topics or far-fetched stories.

That’s why I thought I’d share this insight with y’all. That’s all.

End of blogging. 20230527-0902.

20230526-1643. Two days ago or on May 24th, I picked up my matching blue-colored protection cap and blanket, both of which I did NOT take outta the freaking HEAVY cardboard box and which I did NOT try-on – just yet.

Boy, I was wrong! When I went to bed that night, I felt a series of bodily zaps and zings while I was trying to fall asleep on my bed! I thought to myself that the artificial intelligence was testing if I installed the protection blanket and so proceeded to attack unto moi!

But last night, I installed the protection blanket underneath my bedsheet which is NOT the fitted bedsheet. (Yes, I sleep on top of the loose bedsheet which is atop the fitted bedsheet. Never mind! Sheesh! The concept is to minimize the wear and tear of the fitted bedsheet. Get it? Nope? Too bad!)

Anyway, yesterday after I installed the protection blanket, I did NOT experience the nightly zaps or zings while lying on bed. Earlier I tried on the protection cap but the device was freaking TOO heavy and I did NOT care for wear it for too long.

The protection cap was TOO heavy and bit into two small or narrow points upon my wide shoulders. I just couldn’t take it anymore because I was concerned for the compression of my already compromised or weakened or outta placed neck, shoulder and back.

But with some small exercises for us elderly folks or older farts, I’m able to tolerate some bodily pain which is supposed to be natural for the aging process and/or a result of poison from the air, water, foodstuff and the like: I do NOT know exactly but we all have our heavy crosses of burden to bear.

End of blogging. 20230526-1650.