Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: myNumerology

  • 20110302-Dream Journal

    For the past few days, I have had dreams in which Paw and Maw were with me but I cannot remember the details. Today I saw a number over 300, or maybe 386.

    In a dream today, I was wandering around a place full of people. One particular courtyard was filled with people. I recall walking through a path of water and could see the texture of raise gravel cemented into the path. One area was blocked off and I followed a dark-brown colored, wicker, which was a marker formed in an upsidedown letter “U” to a path, which I’m supposed to follow.

    In another scene, I wandered around inside a building. One appeared to be a theater. There were few people inside as I looked around to my left was the door and past that door is the outdoors. There was a standing sign to the “left” of this door.

    To my right, I saw a sign to my right and slightly above eye level. I saw the number 33. I passed through the door and found myself in a roomful of people. The room was dimmed to almost pitch black. There were people seated dental chairs close together.

    I saw an attendant behind a chair to my front left. I was standing in front of a chair labled 33. I looked at her and wasn’t sure if I should sit in the chair. I thought I was the “patient” who was going to have my blood pressure read by her. But instead the cuff went around her neck. I was using my left hand to turn the knob the wrong way and couldn’t close the valve to get a reading. I explained I was right handed and felt the cuff inflate after I turned the knob the correct way.

  • 20110302-Noticing Numbers

    On 03/01/2011, I logged on to my work computer at 8:55:33AM! That’s two double digits! At 5:45pm, I was stopped behind a mini-SUV with a CA license plate number ending in 411. We were at the railroad intersection of MY road.

    Today at 7:34am, my odometer read 70699 before backing out our driveway for this morning’s mass. That’s two double digits here! At 7:37am, my odometer read 70700 and the speedometer read 4115 while stopped at an intersection going right. And at 7:39am, there were two Honda vehicles with CA license plate numbers ending in 299! The car in front of me was an Accord model while the one on its left was a Pilot model.

  • 20110228-Recent News

    San Jose police ground helicopter in search of savings
    By Sean Webby
    swebby@mercurynews.com
    Posted: 02/28/2011 06:52:47 AM PST
    Updated: 02/28/2011 07:01:01 AM PST

    […] costs the department about $1.4 million a year, mostly in salary and benefits for the pilots […]

    […] $400,000 in fuel and maintenance […]

    […] the city’s $110 million budget deficit […]

    […] one of the department’s worst tragedies.

    San Jose police pilot Desmond Casey was killed on Oct. 25, 1999, while flying Air1.

    Herman Yee, a mechanic on board, was also killed.

    […] the Air2 helicopter was chosen in order to memorialize Casey. [408DC] portrays Casey’s initials.

  • 20110227-Noticing Numbers

    For the past few days, Maw has had blood glucose levels reading as 111 and tonight as 311 because I didn’t administer her insulin injection for tonight’s dinner of rice and “alamang — a Filipino condiment of salty, red dried shrimp.”

    Now, I’m watching a 6:35 video of “John Boehner Crying on 60 Minutes”. I see that I’m viewer numbered at 78,611.

    Earlier tonight at around 8:00am, I saw a snippet of John being emotional during the “A Pledge to America” speech on the Huckabee show.

    I felt truly felt touched by his emotions. But I did see how he flicks out his tongue. Are Reptilians capable of expressing emotions?

    Yesterday, I saw that I was visitor 18,911 on a dedicated blogger’s website. I wonder if that former Mason is capable of flicking off his fellow travelers.

  • 20100227-More Spooks

    It was around 5:33pm when I awoke up from my afternoon nap of a couple of hours. The long nap must have been the effects of TruMoo Chocolate Milk with No High Fructose Corn Syrup. This is my first, smoothest chocolate milk of this brand.

    I also realized that I was late for the chat at 5:00pm. After installing the lastest Flash application, I tried logging on to the chatting session but only the female moderator was on. It was a creepy moment and quickly closed out the window.

    Later on this night, I learned that Maw was on the phone with my paternal Auntie Malformed, who had returned our call because Auntie Death had informed her oldest sister of our request. No wonder I awoke: Maw was making lots of loud noises over the phone downstairs and for good reason.

    The story is sad but karmic indeed. For whatever reason, the old bag refused to care of her ailing, elderly mother. And in return her nephew, my paternal cousin Joh, swindled the old bag out of her money. For whatever reason, Joh took a LONG time to repay the $30,000 that he swindled from her. Thank goodness she got her money back and deposited back into her bank.

    Unfortunately, she lost everything and now has to get her clothes done at a public laundry and has to walk a long distance just to retrieve her mail. Out of pity for her, we offered to get her a LIFE ALERT – 15,000+ Grateful Testimonials – BBB rating A+. I called the 1-800-360-0329 number and gave a “black lady” my full name and mailing address.

    The old bag fell down already and couldn’t reach the phone to call for help. BongGing, a brother of my paternal uncle’s wife, was the nearest and lives within the same apartment complex. She had to get a guy somewhere to help.

    Where is her family? Her two brothers — Macster and Dead — are helping to pay the bills but Dead got tired of driving and doing errands for the old fart. Her two sisters — Louse and Death — don’t seem to care because they are rendered nutters because of their parties, high ego and naughty children who had to pay the price of their parents misdeeds — drugs, alcohol and deaths in their family.

    But one thing is for sure: She sounded pleasant enough over the phone. But I won’t forget the false accusations made to my paternal units as expressed in my previous blog entries during Lola’s funeral party at her lost house.

  • 20110226-Noticing Numbers

    At around 3:30pm, my car dashboard showed the following numbers: 70655 for the odometer and 3666 for the speedometer.

    At around 4:33pm, the odometer to the MB E430 showed 38383 for the odometer.

    At around 8:48pm, the blog stat widget to my weblog still shows 58,333 total views.

    Now how’s that for saying “Hello” to moi many times throughout the day, nay the past few weeks, months and recent years?

  • 20110225-Noticing Numbers

    At 5:24pm, I saw my car’s dashboard read as: 70644 for the odometer and 3552 for the speedometer.

    En route to this morning’s mass, I caught sight of big, white “disabled” vehicle coming from the opposite direction. It had the number of 433. The other day I followed a white sedan with a CA license plate number ending in 411.

    At 4:15pm and again at 4:44pm, the sunshine came out to say “Hello!” I walked around again in the freezing air outdoors to make up for my “breaks”.

    At around 5:30pm or so, I was stopped behind an orange-colored, Subaru Forester AWD with a CA license plate number ending in 444!

    A white spook with a “Honda of Oakland” license plate holder had temporarily parked on MY road and acoss from our home, just as we had opened the garage door this morning. He had his hazard lights flashing and was “pretending” to do something off the passenger side door. I wanted to kick his ass, which was facing my line of vision. I sped up to 55 miles per hour to catch up with him. His right side mirror was not clear as I couldn’t make out the darkness within the car.

  • 20110211-Strange Stuff

    For the past days, I’ve noticed more double to triple digit numbers. Two days ago at exactly 7:33am, I saw the numbers read 3114 and 60511, respectively.

    Tonight is no differnt. En route homebound from work, my car dashboard read: 3447 for the speedometer and 60533 for the odometer. At 6:33pm while eating dinner and watching Hannity on FoxNews, I heard the commercials make “skipping sounds” — “NationWide is on… on… on… your side.” This would be computer glitches. Then we saw the black screen of death and a bright blue words on the upper left hand corner of the screen read: “Poor signal.” Then the AT&T U-verse TV broadcast the following message until 7:05pm into the Greta van Sustern show: “We are experiencing technical difficulties and we are working to solve the problem. We apologize for the inconvenience.”

    Speaking of glitches, I’ve experienced “lag time” yesterday afternoon. I was walking from the “executive areas”; down hall near the south side of the windows; and towards the back door with my glass mug of coffee in my left hand. As I walked, I kept my eyes on the mug to make sure the liquid didn’t spill out and onto the floor below. What I noticed was the shifting of the floor — it was having a slow time keeping up with my very deliberate walking pace as if the surface skin of the carpeting shifted one and one-half second to two seconds before coming underneath and behind my mug.

    Furthermore, the matrix continues to send me more messages. At around 8:00pm, the Bill O’Reilley show was on. The first few minutes was a segment about the PanAm Lockerbie plane crash. And Brian Flynn was speaking. He was the brother of the victim of that fateful event that Gaddafi claimed responsiblity. Notice the two initials of the speaker’s name: B and F. Those are the mirror images of my original blog name: Flynn’s Blogs! So to TPTB, Obama and pals, will y’all make sure no more people suffer under the hands of injustice — the same ones people like me have gone through?

    Moreover, I’ve gotten more hints as to why I am still working at the “temp job from hell” and why my impoverished family members continue to starve and potentially go homeless. Yesterday, Maw and I watch almost an entire episode of “American Greed” on the History Channel. The show was about the Mclean investors. Around 11,000 investors gave the fat bastard lots of money, which he in turn gave away for “good causes.” These people were religious folks by the way. He may have been a “generous criminal” but that does not stop other people like him from duping people like me. His cheeks were rosy red and his teeth were crooked, like his soul. That’s symbolic for the likes of Landy and the dweeb at work who continues to annoy his subordinates.

    With that said, I hate you all. May the likes of these scumbags should pay the price (whatever that may be) and go to hell (whever that may be)!

  • Masonic Dog

    In recent news,

    Scottish Deerhound snaps up ‘best in show’
    – Wed Feb 16, 8:10 am ET

    NEW YORK (AFP) – A stately looking Scottish Deerhound beat the breed favored by President Barack Obama and a crowd pleasing Cocker Spaniel to snap up top dog honors at New York’s Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show.

    While waiting to watch an old SNL show (dated 12/10/2010), we watched our local news channel 11 @ 11 (NBC News). The last news segment of the night was a bout a dog show. And the news reported mentioned this particular dog breed has shoulders that measure around 32 to 33 inches in height.

    Upon hearing that double digit number of 33, I decided to share that tidbit here on my weblog site. Perhaps, the “fellow brothers” like to put on a good show among dogs.

    Scottish Deerhound:

    The Scottish Deerhound, or simply the Deerhound, is a breed of hound (a sighthound), once bred to hunt the Red Deer by coursing.

    Notice the word “Scottish”, which preceeds to the word “Rite”. And lots of deer in mythology surrounding the word “deer” from “Deerhound”.

  • 20110216-Noticing Numbers

    Today, I noticed more double digit numbers:

    • Blog stats of 57,944 total views.
    • Nam’s lunchtime receipt of $437.22.
    • 744 new orders for both my “arm” and the two other “legs”!

    What other surprises will come my way?

    Addendum- Last edited by FLYNN on 20110217 at 00:30:54 AM UTC: 44 Total views of posts on your blog. Just a note: we don’t count your own visits to your site. Generated 2011-02-17 00:33:42 UTC.

  • 20110216-More Spooks

    So, JenJen has left her desk at around 11:33am. At 10:33am, she came back from her early-morning break. Do you think I could trust her? Nah! I don’t care if the employed pussheads here read my blog entries. I notice too that Hoan keeps walking around my desk area. He just asked if I’m going to the place. But I wouldn’t give him an answer. It appears that he is looking for a ride but it’s not my problem to haul his stinky-smelly butt.

  • 20110216-Weathery Ways

    Right now, it’s around 1:19am and I could hear the rain drops hitting the double-paned, acrylic glass upstairs. If it was daylight, I would be able to see if the winds are blowing hard.

    The weather was freezing cold today but not cold enough for me to wear a hat and scarf. I believe my hot head is warm enough. Plus my hair is getting longer and it acts like a fur hat, all puffy. I miss my long hair.

    There were lots of LONG, white clouds that seemed to cover the whole westward hills of the Bay Area. Above these clouds were the crispy, blue skies.

    I only walked for 15 minutes during my lunch break after eating lunch for 15 minutes. The girl was already indoors to make up her tardiness this morning. That’s so the both of us could leave around 5:30pm and beat traffic, which is usually 15 minutes of travel time for me.

    Yesterday evening had light pink clouds all over. The night before and perhaps two nights in a row, there were popcorn clouds, like the hairs of a smiling cherub. The clouds were luminous because of the silvery moonshine.

    It’s already 1:33am and it has been storming loudly since 1:28am because I could hear the raindrops hitting the glass and pelting the patio roof below.