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  • 20130927-0144-Quasiaside

    Damn! The smartphone is still at 83% charged! I’ll just sleep at 0200 AM. But before I turn into a burrito, err, retire early, err, go to sleep, I’ll blog.

    Last night, which was while downstairs after I came home from choir practice, Maw told me that she hopes that I won’t marry a guy with “sickness”. I told her whatever the Lawd God’s will is fine by me. In other words, most of the people I’ve encountered are NOT normal! That’s right! As mentioned in a recent blog entry, we are magnets for troubled souls.

    In my mind, I was thinking about my fugly ear-candy, then again there was the jobless dreamer, the jobless surfer, the smelly hunk, the illegal alien, the fugly one-eyed gang member, and a whole host of desirable, yet amazingly abnormal guys, who would have been “lucky”.

    Alas, I keep reflecting on my current status as a “retired” celibate. Wait! That doesn’t sound right! I’m still a fugly dawd! Therefore, I don’t qualify as a nun because I’m too hyper and NOT as serene or soft-spoken as the nuns working at the OLP. The “sisters” we got are, well, “manly” and “unhinged”.

    So in another five minutes, I’ll have to rest. Hopefully, the McD coffee today will have all but been excreted because it kept me hyper so much that I couldn’t take my mid-afternoon nap. All is well until I have to start “looking” really “hard” for a “job” so that I could earn some “income” and spend some for “fun” and “enjoyment.

  • 20130927-0110-Quasiaside

    Anyway, I’m getting sleepy and feeling hungry after eating only one cup of Romaine lettuce salad, two cups of my “Sloppy Joe”, and two slices of delicious chocolate fudge cake. Glasses of water helps to stave off the hungry feeling but not by much. I really should try to sleep earlier and reset my wake/rest periods but my naps are throwing off the natural rhythm.

    While waiting for my smartphone to fully charge at 100%, I’ve been listening to ambient sounds on YouTube.com. For forty-five minutes, the previous video was the sounds of winds. I tried the “forest sounds” but a loud screech ruined my relaxation. Now, I’m listening to some “forest sounds with babbling brook”. I used to have a cassette tape of babbling brooks and don’t know if I still have those old media. 

  • 20130927-0020-Quasiaside

    Just finished listening AND reading the audio/blog of Saul regarding “Any blame, shame, or punishment hurts all of humanity!” Now, I normally do NOT subscribe to any channeling whatsoever because of the potential for the channeler to “taint” the incoming data-set with its own personality traits; although Bashar, too, does resonate well with this same concept of “love is one and all divine”.

    Anyway, I’m still trying to overcome the fear and anxiety of having to deal with the divorced psycho nutter living next door/near to us/our garage. She still is a nuance. A few days ago, she walked preciously near our shared chain link fence en route to fetch her mail. Tonight around 1920 PM, she opened the electric garage door, just as I shifted the transmission gear from reverse off our right/driveway to forward upon MY drive headed westbound. I had to call home and Maw answered. I told her about my observation but our ADT video surveillance system doesn’t capture the movement of her garage opening/closing.

    My other fear and anxiety is having to deal with the Mom at church. For whatever reason, she seems to have attached herself to me like a friendly little tick. No one EVER got that close to me without “backing away uneasily”. For whatever reason, that is why I’ve no “real” long-lasting friends, except my parents/family members, and remained single to this day: I must be a freak! Anyway, I was “absorbing” her troubled emotional energy signature and I would be left literally drained that I would get extremely upset and have cried on several occasions since her “unusually close/fearless presence”.  I’ve NEVER been so moved so frequently in my life and maybe, it’s because we are in the year of twenty-THIRTHEENTH, a “bad luck” number and year after the alleged/defunct 2012 end-of-the-world scenario.

    Besides these heightened feelings fear and anxiety, I would get recurring thoughts of anger and hatred. Not a day goes by that I MUST actively “intend” my will to love these two psycho nutters and other troublesome personalities at the home front or elsewhere by sending them images of a smiling Cheshire cat, a colorful flower, a bear hug, a contented feeling of calm, or whatever I could summon from deep within my imagination. This seems to work until I get too tired and must take my naps. I know such “intent” does work as reflected in the BEAUTIFUL weather. Not even the annoyances of media, politics, and other data-sets do NOT bother me as much, although distractors try/must in vain to side-track me every step of the way.

    Do NOT doubt me! All is a good learning experience.

    P.S. Tonight, I saw little Claire (the Amer-Asian girl) singing along/among the youth ministry, which sang ten minutes into our time slot. She looked my way and I waved. The Boss was sitting all by himself, another member from the CofC sat in the dark and two more old choir members sat next to me. I was in a mode and left them just as quickly to sit in my pew. For whatever reason, I was drawn/walking towards her to exchange a few words with her about Rachel, her grandmother and former co-worker of Maw. But it was a weird thing because I rushed up to help her pick up the fallen music encased in the clear coversheets. “It happens all the time,” she said. The CofC helped and so did one of two “choir conductor” helped.

  • 20130926-2312-Quasiaside

    Well, finally I am able to blog via my new NOOK!

    I had to turn off the “Auto Correct” and turn on the “American English” instead of using the “NOOK system”. I love the “Swype” keyboard on my smartphone and regular QWERTY keyboard on other computers because of the automatic spacing and quick entry. The touch-screen pad of NOOK takes some time to add spaces. Overall, I love my new NOOK.

    Again, NOOK is ideal as a reader for books, magazines, newspapers, and choral music. I have yet to try the video and music, though. I also need to buy a cover case for protection in case drop it and to hold during choir; so as to hide/disguise the glowing screen.

  • 20130926-2112-Quasiaside

    To the Boss:

    OMG! I am so relaxed without your Mom/Dad always “watching” us! My focus is to sing. I don’t care for rosaries or prayers or gossips or other volunteering gigs.

    Per my email to you, y’all can’t make everyone happy. I want to be happy as long as people don’t creep me out with their cooties/problems/troubles.

    I’m seriously less stressed if I just focus on singing as a group. Doing solos as accompanist and cantor was fun but I’m unable to shake off the anxiety attacks each time.

    I was already getting nervous a few hours before choir rehearsal and was stressing out because the divorced psycho nutter next door to us would wait for me to come home.

    Check the roster for the CofC: She bugged them and sister Sara so much they no longer talk to her.

    Huh,

    Flynn…

    P. S. You should be happy and relieved that your parents can handle themselves. Don’t worry and just do your job. Take care of your asthma. Your color two Sundays ago was ashen.

  • 20130926-1558-Quasiaside

    Ruth may have informally trade marked “Peetonite. But I’ll second mine as “Urinite”. I’m sure adding vinegar to the gifts ain’t wrong/won’t hurt, as most animals, much like humans and their trash/wastes, mark their territories with their pungent, liquid concoction.

    Trying to catch my mid-afternoon nap unsuccessfully since Maw and I drank cups of strong McD coffee.

  • 20130926-1525-Quasiaside

    Sister Sara: “There is no magic or miracle but faith and believing.” The priest was late because he didn’t know he was assigned this morning and had trouble waking up because he was sick.

    Anyway, after reading VC’s latest article, I wonder role HE is playing. I wonder about my goal/journey/path/purpose/whatever, too.

    I am reminded of how most people don’t always “move along” and don’t realize that “there’s nothing to see here”. Yet the “closer [they] come, the less [they] see,” of which they fail the understand the broader picture through the “smoke and mirrors” of distraction.

    For example, I’ve observed how “low-information” viewers are emotionally involved/totally engrossed with fictional shows/manufactured crisis (the latter emphasized during today’s U.S. SENATE | HEALTH CARE). What’s at stake is the slow take-over of freedom/privacy from tyrannical legislation, and anything else meant to dumb-down/oppress Americans through our educational system, and of course free-stuff online, such as game apps instead of history books.

    So yeah, that leaves moi. What happened? Surveillance, watchers, keepers, un/deremployment, politics, business as usual, whatever. I “know” their secret: Y’all won’t know if y’all get eternal salvation until y’all die! Now, why risk that golden opportunity of guessing unknown/future events? Go forth, chumps! And wake up as many fools and see how it shakes out…

  • 20130926-1252-Quasiaside

    Been listening to U.S. SENATE | HEALTH CARE off-and-on while replacing backdoor screen since this mid-morning.

    Thought about elderly abuse of at-home care through misuse of Social Security and Medicare, of human trafficking/illegal immigrants in light of hospitalization/emergency/catastrophic cares.

    Wondering how to FORMALLY inform in writing those law-abiding/tax-paying American citizens, in light of incapciated elderly/disabled and illegal immigrants/human trafficking, who need medical advice/assistance/care/treatment/whatever.

    Maybe, that’s why IRS was initially “assigned” to oversea/enforce such health care because of SSN, which probably makes sense. But what of those who are NOT part of the “Beast system”/”off-the-grid”???

  • 20130925-1846-Quasiaside

    Preparing to violate my diet regime with decadent/delicious dark/fudge chocolate cake!

    At 1800, I finished defrosting/chiseling/drying second freezer in the garage from 1536 to 1613 with Maw starting from unloading to both bickering in the garage for the last ten minutes.

    It appears that Paw has been ADD for most his life that he makes the simplest function four times as longer and harder for him to finish! So Maw whacked him on the head and prodded him along as I used my left finger/nails (later a butter knife) to pry the frozen ice stuck to the aluminum trays, wires, and shelves.

    From 1430 to 1530, we hurried along at 80 miles per hour for 25 minutes on northbound HWY 101 to Redwood City, CA for my research gig. I arrived over five minutes late. The twosome were patient enough to wait inside the MB E430 while inhaling COLD breezy Bay Area air.

    The weather was so beautiful and windy enough to watch the America’s cup around 1300 – 1330 during lunchtime today on television.

    Still awaiting a THICK slice of cake! Maw is relocating the chocolate chips evenly a top the chocolate icing. OMG! It’s looking good.

    The parakeets are screaming for food. They’re so spoiled that they want their millet seed sprays SERVED atop the cage instead of eating the normal seed diet on the bottom tray of the reptile dish. Spoiled brats are hyper!

  • 20130925-1150-Quasiaside

    To the Boss:

    Oh, I really got to leave that group. The people are troubled psycho nutters.

    This morning we noticed two women sitting in the back-right, front-facing section of pews but second from the front-right third.

    One was from the group, who sat to the right of someone just a fidgety as her and similar-looking to your Mom. She sang and prayed LOUD three weeks ago, standing to my left side.

    We noticed that she would NOT stop flipping/smoothing her long/straight/black hair over the pew. It’s a good thing no one was sitting behind her or else she might poke out eyes and spread her dandruff.

    She wears eye glasses, hair bangs, and has a large raised mole on the lower part of her left jaw, like Elsa does. She has three tall/dark/thick tall sons, who sometimes attend, morning mass with her.

    Last week a creepy, short Vietnamese woman who looks/acts white by sticking her noise in the air like you would, also did the same with her long/straight/black hair, flipping/smoothing it several times over the pew. These types are psycho nutters with bad attitudes.

    The flutist attended morning mass and I saw he exchanged a few words with his dark-skinned daughter as she walked with the rest of her classmates and sat at the two front-most pews. I wonder if he is jobless, too. Bahaha!

    Huh,

    Flynn…

  • 20130925-0006-Quasiaside

    Would you believe that I’ve been READING? That’s right! I’ve gotten addicted to my new NOOK and have used almost $5 credit from a gift card for eBooks. Then I’ve subscribed to a magazine and am trying a 14-day “FREE TRIAL” subscription of our local newspaper. It’s something that I’d imagine doing in my old age.

    Since I’m probably going to remain un/deremployed for the rest of my life, count me in as among the “senior citizens” on a somewhat “early retirement”. Unfortunately, I do NOT live on a fixed income. I would be like those religious folks dedicated to the mission of serving others as themselves and living off of donations by charitable/good folks.

    Hopefully, with enough reading materials, I’ll keep busy, besides supporting the “meme” of managing the house as prep cook and dishwasher. Paw could handle the gardening and vacuuming; while Maw does a role as foreman/supervisor to keep things running smoothly around the place.

    My hope is to improve my writing/blogging skills and develop an easier flow of “thoughts” after exposing myself to the wonders of cassowaries, for example. Although the text/print was a little bit small for my myopic eyes, I managed to finish the magazine article: Did you know that the fathers sit/incubate/raise the chicks and that the mothers are taller than the dads?

    I think it’s flu season because I’m starting to cough from exposure to the colder temperature. Whoo-Hoo! I probably can skip singing until my cold runs its course! Usually, I get sick around October; so it’s fast closing upon me. But since I’m NOT exposed to the cooties of strangers at the workplace, I might be able to avoid getting too sick to function as a choir member.

    Cough! Cough! Bahaha!

  • 20130924-1502-Quasiaside

    As per my old blog entries, I did express interest in part-time, temporary jobs because I can NOT commit to one employer forever. Why? Politics! I hated politics. The new manager from that big-ass company/good-paying job brought in her new people and I had to leave. Now the same is happening at my local church, whereby these damn Filipinos and their relatives “get in” the school and paid-gigs. So I’m going to leave choir eventually.