Describing my immediate surroundings towards the beginning and a twist to the tale or possible solutions to issues towards the end of some blogs and how they relate to my expectations of the world at large.
I’m currently using the Pilcrow theme by team Automattic and the color scheme is brown, which is darker than the white color (with black fonts) but lighter than the black color (with white fonts).
By checking:
“Show falling snow on my blog. (Only until January 4th.)”
One could appreciate this animated feature much better against the brown color scheme. The white color scheme just blends away the falling snow.
With regards to prescription drugs, the ingredients for each medication differ. Maw had explained the difference of brand name and generics to her sleeping doctor:
“Popular brand name prescription medications are for the rich. Generic brands is for the poor.”
Spread the word: Take care of your body as naturally (and holistically) as possible or rely on the doctor’s “professional” opinions regarding your health and overall well-being.
Remember: Individual results may vary.
Last Saturday evening, we had a special guest – someone who traveled all the way from San Diego, CA. He was a priest with beady little eyes. I didn’t like the looks of his eyes. They were shifty looking.
Anyway, he said that night’s sermon, which was mostly begging for money, err, I meant donations to feed the poor. There were envelopes of a black little girl with plaintive big eyes looking up at the camera. She, along with countless others, died from starvation.
Now what is wrong with asking for some food money? I didn’t like how they used the image of a dead girl. It was gross. When the priest encouraged others to pass those damn envelopes along the pews, I shoved those into the nook of the book holders in front of us.
Most of the parishioners were not very generous. Most of us got tired of the shenanigans of the place of worship being used to fund shady organizations. We know that the money won’t go where it’s truly needed, except into the pockets of the administrators and such.
“I am hoping someone here would write out a check for $2,600.00”
~Old white-haired priest as he held up the envelopes high up in the air for everyone to see…
I thought to myself: “Freak! There are lots of poor folks here in the Bay Area! Go back where you came from!”
“Fr. Michael didn’t look enthusiastic about the whole ordeal.”
~Observant Maw about people and her surroundings as usual…
My blog stats current reads as: 54,545 views all-time. Noticing the nice balance of the three fives and two fours. Besides that a number of 1,717 is also nicely balanced with two ones and two sevens. What else? Or I’ve been sending my emails with the timestamps in double-digit. That should mean something to certain “folks”.
Addendum- Last edited by FLYNN on 20101207 at 01:25:41 AM UTC: JenJen said goodnight to me en route to the back door at around 5:33pm. I thought to myself: “She doesn’t know much.” I discretely flicked off the ‘spook’. Yes, I’m a mean person! Bahahaha!
Oh, shucks! At around 4:27pm, I’ve been teased again! There goes another cute guy with a wedding band on his left ring finger. My fantasy has been crushed again. Why, Lord, must you torture me this way? Why are all the cute ones taken? I am suffering so much here!
[Of course, you know I’m snickering in the background at my demise that I’ll grow into a “wise” old sage (or cantankerous hag) – single, wild and free!]
So stop laughing at me, you that which caught my fancy! Whoever or wherever you are, you know where to find me. Just don’t suddenly teleport into my airspace without prior notice. I might get a heart attack!
Waahhh!
I recall watching on PBS (Public Broadcasting Station) a delightful British sitcom series called: “Are You Being Served?” I comedy and this is one of the few British shows that I could laugh along with Maw. I loved all the characters. But Mr. Humphries was one whom I found to be quite humorous, along with Mrs. Slocombe, the old lady with the colorful hair-dos. The twosome are always exchanging a few words with each other.
In recent news:
WikiLeaks reveals sites critical to US security
By SHARON THEIMER, Associated Press Sharon Theimer, Associated Press – 32 mins ago
WASHINGTON – In a disclosure of some of the most sensitive information revealed yet by WikiLeaks, the website has released a secret cable listing sites worldwide that the U.S. considers critical to its national security.
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If Julian Assange does “get served,” I’ll be laughing! Why? His very visage reminds me of the dear Mr. Humphries. Now can’t we all get a good laugh without getting into each other’s businesses? Sure there may be security issued involved. But I prefer the freedom of speech anytime.
And without the efforts of Assange and pals, we wouldn’t know (or care) if our government does ILLEGAL and IMMORAL activities. We need people like him to expose the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth – so help us “God”. When the government shuts down his accounts, that’s a red flag that Assange is onto something very important to humanity. When the police starts abusing its citizens, that a “no-no”. When people distrust each other, that’s it – we’re doomed as a nation.
For example, last night, we viewed a show about Saddam Hussein’s abusive government. He created so much fear among his people and within his country that families are afraid of each other. Trust among each other has been broken by fear itself. Many innocent people died, just for speaking up against injustice and for being critical of Hussein’s reign of terror. I didn’t like how Saddam’s stupid henchmen meeted out punishment. It was graphic for us viewers.
Bottom-line: Let’s not allow fear to break down trust that truth (like WikLeaks) is too damn ugly but necessary.
Today is supposed to be the day of St. Nicholas (aka Santa Claus), known for his generosity. Anyway, during this morning’s sermon, Fr. Michael talked about why he was wearing a white robe instead of a purple robe during Advent:
“A fast mover is when a jet plane does a fly-by overhead, ready to drop whatever below. A slow mover is when a soldier does not move fast enough for not feeling well or doing so hot.”
Today I’ve received an email for a settlement, which is more like a lump-sum on my head and my curse to TPTB for taking so long for justice. Personally, the amount is not quite so generous, although 62% is still a lot after FINANCE CHARGES/FEES! So go figure who still owes a lot, regardless of karmic or financial debt.
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In light of my distress and to give thanks to the generosity of my parental units, here is a:
Saint Michael the Archangel,
defend us in battle;
be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil.
May God rebuke him, we humbly pray:
and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host,
by the power of God,
thrust into hell Satan and all the evil spirits
who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls.
Amen.[5]
I just sent the Happiness Engineers (via Contact Support) my suggestion to have a background music (or at least an audio) for the readers to hear while they are viewing at least my “front/home page”. I want to upload some tunes – Solfeggio Frequencies. This should help heal and relax the spooks, err, avid fans of “The Blogging Path”.
Hopefully, this would improve my blogging experience, too. Bahahaha!
At 10:00:33am, I purchased items from Fry’s Electronics. The check stand number was 33 and blinking a green color. Maw inquired as to why I pointed out those information from the receipt to her:
“It’s magic. It’s perfect, like a computer. Think of the universe as one BIG computer.”
~Moi in response to Maw…
Other double-digit numbers appear mostly as 11 and 22 from CA license plate numbers and sometimes on the computer time like 5:54pm now.
Towards the end of last evening’s mass, the boy showed me a text on his iPhone that someone got divorced. It’s the fat-ass cousin of my paternal cousin Shill. I believe those Visayans got attitudes that drove the guy away or the fact the wife is super bloated fat before and probably worse after giving birth to a son!
That fat blob’s personality is quite friendly but the guy is a total jerk. While we attended Ruchille’s wedding, we were seated with the couple. The blob was her usual friendly self. But the guy was totally turned-off and would NOT speak with any of the people at the table. He wouldn’t smile. We believe he is an Arab or Mexican from his tattoos and such.
Whatever he is: good riddance! I hope the mother and child will move on with their lives and go on a crash diet. Bahahaha!
With regards to the recent shenanigans of the WiliLeaks and Julian Assange ordeals, I feel the alleged threat of releasing “Doomsday” documentations is but a ruse, much like the New Age crap behind 2012 and such. There is nothing to fear except my friggin’ internet being shut-down because people are becoming more aware of the truth.
Hey! I’ve got some truth that I’d like to share with the whole world but I’m not stupid enough to let “security” compromise the lives of “good folks” who are trying their best to make life worth living for the rest of the ungrateful, whining bottom-feeders, who are too damn lazy or disabled from ardently seeking full-time employment, just to feed and shelter themselves and their families. You know where I’m going with this one.
I’ve not read the stuff on WikiLeaks or have I ever visited that site. All I hear are the constant spewing of repetitive fear-mongering surrounding allegations of treason, terrorism, etc. by well-groomed goons and their bubble-headed bunnies via the sell-outs on cable news network, such as FoxNews, CNN, and pals. The REAL secrets will NEVER get leaked in this fashion. It was too easy. I’m sure there is a REAL reason why this recent noise is being played out by year’s end.
So if I see Assange or the dear Bradley Manning become a couple of “fall guys” who are assigned to create fear in the minds of addicted internet uses, like moi, you will have to feel our wrath! We will actually get out of our chairs and go outdoors and make noise! Can you believe that will be a CHANGE from idleness of lard asses of the indoor dimness to wakefulness of skinny zombies of the outdoor brightness?
Bottom-line: The internet keeps insane people from exploding outward due to being unemployment at home and trapped with the nagging housewives/husbands and wailing children or at least to suffering from sheer boredom at work with a bunch of big-butt deadbeats. The spinners of stories and the villains of CMG videos will continue to entertain and deceive the populous with propaganda.
Yes. There are abuses and corruptions. I am personally aware of such activities. But no one would believe me. It’s just my personal truth and one I will carry on to my grave. Goodbye cruel world! [Flushing sound of the toilet in the background.]
After last Friday’s lunch and as we rounded the back parking lot to work, I whined that I missed walking around for five to ten minutes:
“We could escort you.”
~Vinnie
“Alight! One on each arm and one behind me!”
~Moi
After Mike parked his car, Hoan and I got out ahead of Vinnie and Mike:
“I couldn’t just sit there after eating. I needed to walk off my meal!”
~Moi
“I think it about the right time to go back to work.”
~Hoan
I saw over my shoulders Vinnie speaking with Mike. I “picked up” something but won’t tell here.
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So there you have it folks
“short of doing something illegal or immoral”:
It is a price to pay for being misunderstood as a stout version of a broad-faced, bubble-headed “blond” with a sexual appetite of a fire sign. I guess the guys can figure out who is marriage material from someone who is NOT meant to be a housewife. Guess which role I play.