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“Soon: FCC to vote on allowing phones on planes” (Shepard Smith Reporting/FoxNews)

Tom Wheeler, FCC Chairman.

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Well, if I have an idiot talks on the smart/cellphone REALLY loud and that fool happens to be sitting next to me, I’ll be irritated! Do you know that, um, Chinese/Asians, talk FORCEFULLY because their language is “hard” to understand in a normal/conversational volume? So freak-off, if y’all do NOT understand this piece of data-set. Plus, I’ll be concerned about privacy issue. Yeah, and if y’all are on vacation and your boss(es) call(s), then there is NO way you’d get peace/of mind with the constant “tentacles” who need you back!

I was exploring tags for my WordPress.com reader and pulled up “poem” and got lots. Then I deleted both “poetry” and “poem” and pulled up “conspiracy” and “paranormal”: Between these two, the latter was too scary and I had to delete that tag. I guess not too many blogs publish subjects on “conspiracy” because this too “watered-down” compared to the “paranormal” – an area that for whatever reason, mainstream media fails to “discuss”.

The “paranormal” stories that freak me out are the ghosts and violence to their deaths. The sad part to these stories is how people remembered their deaths and reincarnated to tell about it. So this subject area is “real” because, again, I STILL freak out. With that said, I hope I won’t be too “disturbed” to be unable to fall asleep easily tonight.

At least for the past few days, I’ve been feeling TOO tired to worry about freaking out. I get sleepy around 2230 in the evening. That’s why (as per online articles) it is a VERY good idea NOT to get upset, angry, scared, whatever prior to sleeping; so that the human mind can have its “fair-share” of restfulness for the following day’s bodily activities.

“Obamacare Fire Hazard | Obamacare may shut down volunteer fire departments” (On The Record (with Greta)/FoxNews)

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During or towards the end of my shower, I was thinking aloud to myself – so loud that “they” heard me! After saying three chaplets on the rosary with the twosome, I got settled down a bit: Lo and behold, the “feed” showed his recent blog post was published one hour earlier than 2053, at which time the Good Flynn was being a “pal”. That’s worth one day’s work at minimum wage, by the way. I saw how his hair-do looks similar to the Boss at my local parish. Flame on!

Hope y’all have a great one. Maybe y’all will have a modest X-mass this season. Yup. Of course, y’all already knew that – cheaters…

“[Santa Clara, California] county worker says she was reprimanded over obamacare comments at work” (Neil Cavuto on Your World/FoxNews)

Norina Mooney, worked twenty plus years and was admonished. Brad represents/ed her.

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Thanks Mr. Cavuto/pals! That’s my local county that is STILL processing my Medi-Cal application. There seems to be too much suppression of concerned citizens.

This morning, I served as “Cup” minister. I keep forgetting to wait until the “Host” minister received their sip from one of the “Cup” minister.

I took the letter “A” position next to the choir. This section serves the “cry room”, “choir box”, and general “St. Joseph” section up front.

The school children are located in this location, since the parish school is just beyond/behind the door, past the “cry room”.

It is better to serve the section with the most people, so that I won’t have to drink the remaining swill, which Sister Sara came up/ asked if there was some left. But I lied/dunked my ragged linen cloth into my cup instead. Bahaha!

Most Asians/Vietnamese/school children were behalf, except one old Filipino woman who somewhat grabbed my cup, turned it counter-clockwise, lefty her damn lipstick on it, and somewhat returned/pushed my cup back/into my hands.

I am careful to wipe and use each part of the ragged linen cloth, including they back side, too!

Last night, the wiser cracker said my ego was too big because although I could read notes for playing piano, I cannot sing notes well enough. She said I was old enough to decide if I want to serve as Music minister and/or Communion minister.

“President Took Selfie With British And Danish Prime Ministers During Mandela Service” (The Kelly File/FoxNews)

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Although most people would expect proper decorum during memorials, I thought this was “proper” since in some cultures (i.e. Blacks, Latinos, whatever), death is celebrated. The spirit is released/freed at last! I don’t see why three grown adults cannot have some “fun”. I can see their “youthful spirits” enjoying themselves.

I really don’t like to see people upset over death. So perhaps this “selfie” helps to provide some sort of release for an otherwise uncomfortable/tense situation. I hope that some people won’t misconstrue such human behavior as immature or insensitive, when in fact it is NOT/far from the truth.

“President Obama Shakes Cuban President Raul Castro’s Hand at Mandela Memorial” (The Kelly File/FoxNews)

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If Mandela was a Communist and if Castro is a Communist, is Obama a Communist? If “an ancient” does return and is reborn to “shed some light” on a premise of a “grain of truth”, will the observer ever wake up from a good dream or continue to live a nightmare on this hellish planet.

My old/recurring thoughts about this “newsworthy” distraction involve the concept of “unity”. But the follies of mankind have taken this “teaching” and twisted a once valuable lesson into something as vile as Communism – the restriction of liberties, the rationing of supplies – food, energy/fuel, whatever, and the killing of souls, their creative expressions through art, music, writings, whatever…

Author’s note: A pseudo-response to a recent poem by “SLP”…

“THE BLOOD OF CHRIST!” Holy crap! This morning there were six “Host” ministers and only three “Cup” ministers. So I went up to be the fourth “wino”, which I did – to drink the remaining swill from the lips of mostly Asians/Vietnamese, who hopefully don’t have mononucleosis, tuberculosis, flu-like symptoms, stage-four cancer, herpes, canker-sores, colds, whatever.

Anyway, I saw Zenny go in the back/tabernacle/whatever and probably dump the swill into the sink. I wanted to follow her and found out WTF she did with her cup! But Elsa came up, saw my cup, and told me to drink it up, which I did with some slight hesistation.

No sooner after I’ve returned to the second pew at the break/middle part of the parish was I feeling moderately “woozy”. I slightly stuck out my tongue while the main pastor said the final blessing. I saw/sensed him “smiling” as if he knew I was feeling “uber good” from the nutty/grapey ALCOHOL!

That’s right! If I were pulled over for a DUI, I might NOT have passed. I wonder if there is an “excuse slip” for practicing my religious right to imbibe during “normal business” hours. My stomach was EMPTY because we usually don’t consume food ONE HOUR prior to receiving the “Host”/”Body of Christ”.

That is why I am adamant to have TPTB and pal find me a reasonable morning gig; so that I won’t have to participate in the MOSTLY old timers daily attendance. I cannot believe that I volunteered to the Lawd Gawd’s “calling”. I’m NOT even a confirmed RCC! OMG! Am I breaking/violating any code/codex/rule/regulation/law/whatever for not being fully a member of the RCC?

Oh, and this morning we saw Chuck. This was the second time this month of December we saw him in a rare attendance; since his wife took off to the PI after the fund-raising gig for the typhoon victims over the Thanksgiving holidays. I think he is more “religious’ than her because she kinda/sorta goes overboard with her religious fanaticism.

To TPTB and pals: Y’all must immediately remove her from my neighborhood.

While backing out my car from left driveway/holding silver/black car sunshield to block video surveillance from my face/flicking off the divored/psycho/nutter, her motion activated flood lights turned on intentionally to acknowledge my presence. The device is directed into our driveway. It was still broad daylight.

Paw joined me to return my new/size medium sweaters (bright aqua/cream puff/forest green, which were tight/snug/short around the arms/neck/torso, respectively. I felt like a stuffed banana! We left/came home around 1430/1530, respectively.

Yeah, I’m sick of playing cat/mouse and hide/seek. She must me locked up permanently. Even my stupid “organic crystals” don’t work effectively to get her to shut-the-fuck-up-and-mind-her-own-business.

“”one-size-fits-all” is failing, rep demand health care meeting with obama” (on the record/foxnews)

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Last night I decided to buy my black-colored/Ninja-like mask/face covering but Sports Authority had only Size: O/S for “one-size-fits-all”, which was the best. I tried the others but the designs didn’t go over my big head easily.

“BULA | Power Shield Hinged 3-N-1 Balaclava/Helmet Liner/Gator | DWR Finish To Repel Rain & Snow | Power Shield has internal membrane for high breathability” made with 100% polyester/288gsm by Polartec.”

“Power Shield offers woven face for abrasion resistance. the polyvelour back traps air and provides high warmth-to-weight ratio. Power Shield finished with DMR to repel rain and snow. The fabric acts as an internal membrane technology making it highly breathable.”

Anyway, I wanted to hide my face from the video surveillance system of the divorced psycho nutter. She is a violent nuance and I am her target. To TBTP and pals: Y’all must remove her from living next door to us immediately/at all cost in exchange for my “silence”. I want her and other spooks out of my way/life/hair/whatever, too.

Freaking cappuccino machine noisy while blogging in lobby after walking twenty minutes on the cold, up/down Santana Row for first time in life.

Lots of nice shops. Was looking for recreational/sports shop for balaclava/Ninja hood/facial covering/ski mask to hide fugly face from cameras psycho divorced nutter, too came out n pretended to water her car, just as I left for work this morning.

Made it to work around 0800 AM. Now warming myself unger sunshine through lobby doors while lunch people make noise.

Will shop later after work because lunch break only thirty minutes. Love the weather-beautiful, crispy, clear blue skies! If love feels this good, then I’m in love with life!