At around 2:44pm, I’ve encountered two familiar numbers: 144,000!
Here is a screen shot of what I saw:
That’s two times the number. That’s double what it’s worth! Alas, God said: “Ha! Ha! No way, bitch!”
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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.
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Dirt Path
Today, I walked the dirt path of eBay. Two dark-skinned Filipinos, who rushed through the traffic to get in front of me from the left took the dirt path, which thankfully is not muddy. The dirt is mostly creamy, sometimes pink with loose gravels shining like diamonds. Some debris of fallen leaves are strewn. I could see some cement.
Most of the time was sunny with little shade. Only a few “forest-like trees” with their distinct scent offered a few moments of wilderness and shade. Then I intercepted Theresa, who walked a few yards with me to the back parking lot. She didn’t say much except me: Good.
For most of my walk, I thought about the rent money for “my family”, about my monthly draft near the thousands to cover a debt settlement program located in San Mateo, CA: (Your cousins live here, Pete) and how two “UFO” clouds appeared southbound to spot the skies, along with miniature “heads” of sylphs northbound. One chemtrail went over my temp job from hell this morning and a few more were being eaten up by sylphs this afternoon.
I have no choice to but hate you Pete. Even the Feds suck:
“Good to hear your voice. Thank you. Everything is running smoothly. It’s going to take some time. Hang in there. Be patient. Everything is fine.”
Can you see what’s going on here folks? Do you think I could hate TPTB? There is no answer. Fast forward OVER ten slong years, do you think the lawyers would believe anyone now? Do you see how HEARTLESS these people can be to others? Prove me wrong, morons.
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20101028-Weathery Ways
Yesterday was freezing cold. There were high altitude clouds of bluish and white, just like this morning, only there were some speckles of sylphs against some crispy blue skies.
Today is better and I love the sun and the boys. This mid-morning’s walk was wonderful. The sun warmed me enough to get some circulation back to my legs.
I hope to walk alone today and contemplate my demise with TPTB. I’m hungry now!
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Two More Surprises
At around 10:20am today, we each got a palm-sized plastic pumpkin from a nice lady with a narrow head full of brunette hair. The orange-colored smiling “Jack” had its head stuffed full of candy of four pieces – one purple-colored EYEBALL, one small Smarties candy roll and two small packages Whoppers candy balls.
At around 11:20am today, I got a phone call from Paw. Both Maw and he went to Bishoff’s Medical & Mobility off Bascom Ave. (not Beshoff Motorcars off Tully Rd.) for their new Omron® blood pressure monitor. He got it for $130.01 with tax. He didn’t get lost but spoke for over five minutes and later about his baseball game on television. It’s the San Francisco Giants. They haven’t won in over 52 years.
Normally, I don’t like personal phone calls while at work. This phone system has a “Caller-ID” feature and time duration of each call. But I cannot stop the elderly from proudly calling about their new electronic gadget. It’s suppose to be “doctor’s recommended”.
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Monkey Chooses
In a fake lab, there is a professor/scientist and his experiment subject – a monkey. This primate has undergone rigorous testings. In one test, this advanced human starved the monkey and places two stimulus. One is a wad of cash and the other is a basket of fruits.
Now you’d obviously answer that the hungry animal would go after the basket of fruits. Not so in this scenario. For you see, the test subject is a VERY intelligent animal – a human. He went for the wad of cash, knowing he could buy more than one basket of fruits.
The test is concluded: Although money cannot be eaten, putting the paper tiger to good use means a whole lot to the starving populous.
You asked: “Did the monkey get his yearly supply of fruit baskets?” That depends on how YOU my dear readers wish to conclude this story.
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Bad DPH
After yesterday’s lunch walk, I felt my allergic attack. I took my Benadryl at around 1:30pm. And then for the rest of the day, I did nothing because I was napping in between the SLAMMING back door and people walking by my desk. I left early because I didn’t take my late afternoon break.
The little antihistamine pill worked so effectively that I was napping during this morning’s mass!
Then this morning, the pest, Hoan, emailed me about whether or not I will be taking overtime. I’m like: F.U. Is he like my supervisor or something? I normally don’t reply to his personal emails, which is in the guise as work related. These people are so weird. Why can’t there be normal people?
Well, there are some normal people, like the girl sitting next to me and Theresa who placed two lipsticks on my desk. One is Estee Lauder – Pink Parfait # 161. The other one is Trendy Mauve by Luxury Products LLC. Usually when people are that generous, they are up to something, like Leoni was and moi, of course. So how am I supposed to repay her for her kindness, by walking with her every friggin’ day?
Again, sometimes I prefer walking alone or with that handsome guy. Either way, I’ve got to learn tolerance. I just don’t like talking about my boring, superficial and non-eventful life. There’s nothing to share except just walk around and enjoy nature and good company.
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Confusing Noise
So I was trying to rename the title to one of my “Image widget” showing an image of Dante’s ‘Confusion of Tongues’ by Gustave Doré via wikimedia.org. It’s supposed to link the readers to my “Table of Contents”. The widget title I came up with is “confusing noise” and via that link, I found a word written by a “Starzee Valentine“:
A mental disorder acquired through the combination of genetics and trauma or anguish. Characterized by a split from “normal reality.” A classification in psychology for a person, of which, they know very little about. Marked indication of any person diagnosed with schizophrenia of becoming “lost” in their own brain. Possibly correlation between levels of consciousness and the barriers that exist between those levels functioning differently causing major confusing between what is actually “real” and what the mind has created, thus, allowing the subconscious and the conscious self to communicate directly, which does not happen to most people. A marked high sensitivity to electromagnetic fields and low frequency sounds and/or noise. Extreme adherence to beliefs in such things as aliens; conspiracy theory; religion and/or God; physics (oh, you mean you didn’t know) Albert Einstein’s son was schizophrenic; governmental eavesdropping and tracking; the supernatural; martyrdom; auras; gifts; signs and/or oracles; time travel; hallucinations; visual and/or auditory; and a higher purpose. A definite attitude of something being amiss or not right. A heightened sense of self awareness or being. Scattered creativity. A rejection of fundamental systematic and societal laws. Firm adherence to the truth being whatever you personally believe to be true. Self destructive and likely just as sane as you are.
I like this definition” It’s a medical condition which may be “repaired” or at least “alleviated” with some orgone products. Earlier I was reading how the Tower of Babel were built by Masons, which purportedly pre-dated the deluge. So my small mind associated the widget illustration with deeper meanings behind how Masons are able to communicate without speech.
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20101028-Stupid Does
Here are more stupid things I’ve done:
- On Monday’s lunch walk, I used my left knee to press the cross-walk button out of frustration. I hurt my left knee but the pain of its “dislocation” has seem to disappear.
- On Tuesday evening, I decided to stretch Maw’s legs. I started with the left and then the right. When I cupped my left palm underneath her right heels and pulled, I felt a series of snapping, popping and realigning of my bum left wrist. The movements were so strong that the sensation moved from my hand to her foot. Maw looked up and I walked away quickly and silently while holding my bum hand in amazement.
- On Wednesday afternoon, I had taken a Benadryl. I felt my throat tighten up again. This was probably from the air being “polluted” with freshly mowed lawn, which Theresa claims to like. I’m allergic to grass and weed based on the “scratch tests” on my back. The stupid test from years ago didn’t test for exotic fruits, however. How stupid is that technology? I went to sleep right after dinner and awoke around 11:30pm. My heart rate was rapid and loud.
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20101027-Bored Again
Praise the Lord! Allelujah! I’ve finished scheduling news order and now I’m friggin’ bored! Actually, the filming activity going on downstairs has some people excited. I’m not excited! I wanted to see but the backdoor is blocked by plain clothed security.
Anyway, my spreadsheet didn’t seem to look right and I had to generate the report again. The past two hours were spent reading new articles, blogging, walking around, eliminated my binge, getting three stacks of plastic trays to hold non-existent papers with Hoan’s help!
I wanted to walk around during my mid-morning break but because the backdoor is blocked, I had to stay indoors and finish up “actual work” of only 20 minutes. That’s excluding generating and preparing reports.
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Dead Dreams
In old news, I came across the following Yahoo! News article:
Special Report: The haves, the have-nots and the dreamless dead
By Emily Kaiser Emily Kaiser – Fri Oct 22, 9:37 am ET
WASHINGTON (Reuters) – In 2007, when the world was on the brink of financial crisis, U.S. income inequality hit its highest mark since 1928, just before the Great Depression.Coincidence? Maybe not.
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Yup. It’s coincidence. This was posted after I replied to a thread “Where are the Republicans?” It was an OPEN forum discussion board in which I suggested that there is no Republicans or Democrats. There is only the “haves” and the “have nots”, the rich and the poor, respectively. Only the wealthy will protect themselves first before serving the poor. Get it now, folks?
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Filming Downstairs
Ho. Hum. So some guy in crispy blue shirt and blue jeans is blocking the back door. There’s some sort of filming going on downstairs! I want to see!
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20101027-Trying Theme
Last night, I kept previewing my paid CSS upgrade for the theme Fusion by digitalnature. I wanted to get more colorful effect of “bubbles” but the fonts wouldn’t behave. I ended up making the “post title h3” a red bubble and the links (i.e “post information”) a green color.
This morning I’m trying yet another WordPress.com theme:
zBench by zwwoooo
A clean, feature-packed, light-gray coloured design with multiple layouts, slick looking search box in the header and a smooth flowing easy to navigate dropdown menu. Read more about zBench →
So far its got Sidebar-Content-Sidebar as one of five “Theme Options”. Plus, this is yet another monotoned theme, which matches the colors of my “Image widgets”: These feature some of Dante’s illustrations. It doesn’t have my favorite time stamp but it’s okay because I’ll be bored with this theme soon.