Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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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.

  • 20100417-Weathery Ways

    That day was warm. Paw and I arrived at the hospital at 10:25am. But in a few minutes, she fell asleep for about one hour. So the both of us decided to get some fresh air and allow Paw his exercise, which he missed on Friday.

    Our first stop was to see the location of the new specialist. Then we went back to the parking lot to drop off both HEAVY handbags. An old lady intercepted us and wanted to know where is the location of the main entrance, which I directed to her by walking part way with the elder, who thanked moi!

    Anyway, we then made our way to the park nearby. It is past the YMCA, which I wanted to visit and find out more information but didn’t get a chance because of Paw’s lack of interest. This went on from 10:45am to 11:30pm.

    I wasn’t tired thanks to less clogged arteries and the fact that the strength in my legs, knees and joints have improved, thanks in part, to vitamins and very light, dancing exercise, respectively. But my feet were still lacking in meat and I could feel that my callus is working overtime, keeping the bones cushioned.

    Anyway, the clouds offered some relief from what would otherwise be a sunshine for the rest of the day. The skies were clear and blue. At night at around past 08:00pm, I noticed how very DEEP blue to indigo in color was the skies. I believe it was still twilight. Very serene.

  • 20100417-Seeing Blurs

    While sitting in the chair in the hospital, I looked down at my feet. I wore my black Sketcher sneakers. In order to get circulation going and probably out of boredom, I rotated both my toes to the right and back to the left several time.

    Each time I would see the shadow of the previous blurs of movement. The energy streaks would be black in color because my mind saw black from the color of the sneakers and `remembered` how the previous movements slowly caught up with the current position of my toes. Interesting.

  • 20100417-Holding Accountable

    Yes, Obama is correct. Reform is necessary because there’s no transparency or accountability for the consumers to make `good` financial decisions. In my case, it’s been bad.

    Since I would prefer not to make a big stink, working temporarily for just a few more months would be valuable and appreciated. This would allow me to keep my spiritual `promises` to those god-damned `fellow brothers`.

    But if that’s impossible, then the value of my privacy will have been compromised. And if that means going public, it’s God’s will. Praise Allah, Buddha or whoever.

    I feel that I’ve haven’t bear the cross hard and long enough. (That’s a gross imagery, but you get the idea). I don’t feel it’s right to just go silently into the night. It’s because I’m so friggin’ pissed.

    WTF? Dammit!

  • 20100417-More Surprises

    Well, I’ve discovered another surprise after reading the WordPress.com article titled `Surprise Me` by Matt:

    The

    Publish

    and

    Update

    buttons within the `Publish` section of the post entry are humongous! The font is white in color; while the background is blue in color. The four corners are somewhat rounded, too. It is located to the right of the `Move to Trash` link, which is red in color, of course.

  • 20100417-Blame Me

    For those who unfairly blame my innocent parents, I’ve observed that JUSTICE was not given to them by MOI. I feel, no, I know, that I am at fault for not having the karmic strength to speak out against their enemies, mostly ungrateful relatives living in the East Bay. My mouth remained shut, too stunned and stupid to offer a rebuttal, a weakness in debate, really. God, only you know who deserves justice. Maybe we will bear the crosses for these creeps.

    To my paternal cousin Shill: The three of us went to your father’s birthday party at his second wife’s house. Why? It’s because your father is the younger brother of my Paw. And by disregarding the wishes of my Paw, I would not dare refuse to defy the old man by not driving that FAR AWAY!

    As for my Maw, she gets along with the second wife, who is more open-minded and religious than your Maw, honestly, this is the truth. But your Maw will always be the `best friend` of your mother as shown on old photos. But that was long ago. Once again, time changes and although we never speak to each other as relatives do, get over it dammit!

    To everyone else related: We are still relatives! Grow up, fools! Sheesh. Never mind. Go away. That’s who you are. Oh and as for your stupid Facebook accounts, unhook from the matrix and learn to visit your relatives. God-awful, morons from hell! Can’t even spend a few pennies making a simple phone call or drive long distance! Sheesh!

  • 20100417-Calling Friends

    Once again, it has been partly my idea to call family and friend as a courtesy to inform them of Maw being in the hospital. I, that’s moi, was able to contact two of Maw’s friends and two relatives. Two cannot make it because one is an elderly woman who cannot drive and the other relative is due for surgery because of another potential aneurysm.

    A couple came by dressed decently. My paternal uncle is very good with reading maps and driving far. He was able to bring my auntie-in-law, who despite being the bane of gossiping in our family, was able to communicate with Maw, whose birthday is exactly one day and one year ahead of her sister-in-law.

    I received a call from a parishioner but she didn’t know why we were not attending church because she was stuck at home taking care of her grandchildren. Her husband doesn’t know but again as a courtesy informed these two kindly folks a heads up as to why we were not attending church.

  • 20100417-Funny Ladies

    While keeping Maw company at the hospital, we were watching an HBO video. It featured Carol Burnette and Vicki Lawrence (from Mama’s Family, a show that we used to watch). Tim Conway was also part of the show. It was from 1:00pm to 1:30pm. Then the television access was rebooted by the IT department and we never got to watch anymore programmings for the mind.

    I jotted down some notes from the sketch in which Eunice repeated over and over again to the shrink: `I’m okay. You’re okay. Mama’s okay.` She was barely able to say the third sentence. I sympathize with Eunice. That’s how my relationships with Maw feels.

    Below is another quote in bold by Eunice that will remind me on how to deal with difficult people:

    Mama’s Family Tribute Site

    30. In the final sketch on The Carol Burnett Show, Eunice goes to a shrink and tries to turn her life around. Mama ends the sketch saying that Eunice will “never amount to anything!” Eunice proudly says her final words, “When confronted with a foe, bless them, praise them, and let them go.”

    Aired: March 29, 1978

  • 20100417-More Spooks

    Paw and I arrived at home, oh say, about fifteen minutes ago. I noticed a bunch of people get into a dark-colored, four-door Beemer. It drove off at the allotted time that it took us to park into our garage. Then as I ran to check our mailbox, I noticed a bunch more of people get into another vehicle the size of a mini-suv, only more square in shape. I stared it down by facing it squarely from our driveway. It took off by making a U-turn into MY road and northbound. Then I noticed another vehicle with its headlights on but that was far away.

  • 20100417-More Spooks

    Anyway, I noticed another double digit number from my most recent post entry: Last edited by flynnsblogs on Sat, 17 Apr 2010 at 07:39:11 am. It’s the usual number eleven (or 11), which (according to someone in the know via an old article) is a sleeper code for CIA agents.

    Great! But I’m not one. Or am I? Bruhaha.

  • 20100417-Super Awesome

    I found the surprise! After reading the WordPress.com article titled `Surprise Me` by Matt, there is little message within the `Publish` section of a post entry. It is located directly underneath the `Publish immediately` line. It reads:

    `This post is super-awesome` (The sentence is incomplete. It needs a period at the end. Haha!).

  • 20100417-Noticing Numbers

    Holy crap! I noticed the double digit number thirty-three (or 33) appeared again! WTF do you want from me? My most recent post entry was: Last edited by flynnsblogs on Sat, 17 Apr 2010 at 07:33:33 am. Look at the numbers! Look at it dammit! WTF is going on?

    And after reading a recent entry titled: `Surprise Me` by Matt, I’ve checked and saved the `Surprise me. (Fun mode.)` via Personal Settings of my Dashboard. And once again, this was withing the 07:33am time mode!

    Okay! I know this is a reminder to moi. That particular group behind the appearances of the thirty-three ruined my life. There was no love. There was no life. There was no light. They are Satanic. Sorry: You people f^cked up big time. Morons!

    Waahh!

  • 20100417-Like Blogging

    I love blogging. It’s my outlet. Without it, I’d go nuts knowing about TPTB and some of their activities. That’s why I chose WordPress.com. It’s fun and easy. While there are micro-blogging sites such as Twitter and Facebook, forget it! It’s too much work for the hands, fingers and mind.

    Imagine letting the whole world know about every little detail in any situation, whether eating, sleeping or whatever. It’s almost next to impossible to report what’s going on, except maybe to one day read all Akashic records!

    Trying to connect world events, usually in politics, and my personal PROBLEMS, seem to coincide with each other. That’s all I could say. Put one group up. Put another group down. A see-saw as mentioned in my previous blog entries. The point of a pyramid is what keeps the fun going.

    Unfortunately, too much blogging can get people into trouble. But who cares? No one! Except TPTB who wants to hide the truth. Everyone is entitled to rant and rave. If everyone were deaf, blind and mute, it’s stalemate. Nada, nothing, zero, zilch. Poof into thin air.

    Anyway, surprise me again. How? Every corner, dents and dings will lead me back to you, myself – the here and now. Everything else is supposed to be illusion, a strong matrix, which everyone should un-hook from, first by stopping ADDICTION to communications via iphones et al.