Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: paranormal

  • 20110327-Daily Post

    The only time I’ve ever been on fire was when I had my hemorrhoids! That’s right! The tissues came out and the over-the-counter creams didn’t help alleviate the symptoms of fire burning! The digestive enzymes I took was too strong for my innards, which of course retaliated and therefore after a bout of several gaseous farting episodes did they come out of hiding one day! The nights were unbearable. Sitting was excruciating.

    And the primary doctor offered to tie it off with the rubber band so as to CHOKE OFF the precious blood supply to the VERY sensitive rectal area and allow the dead tissues to fall off on their own. That ideas wasn’t too likely to have occurred. For one night, I decided to stick one bold finger up my behind and force the TENDER inflammation back indoors — VERY slowly. And with brute force, the sphincter muscles were tightened to keep them from rolling back outdoors.

    Alas, the self-help technique removed the burning sensation. Later on, a benevolent suggested to wash my butt hole with the HOTTEST water tolerable. WARMER water tends to shrink the hemorrhoid, not the cold water. With a new habit in place, a pitcher of HOT water is used to clean the behind (much like a bidet). The result is proof on a much CLEANER toilet paper. Try it. It works better than wiping dry skin.
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    Topic #83: What’s the most on fire you’ve ever been? Figuratively, literally, whatever.

  • 20110325-Noticing Numbers

    Yesterday one of my Help Desk ticket was submitted on 2011-03-24 13:45:45. The number of the incident was 119*55. You can see a reverse of the 9/11 and a double of fifty-five.

    At “Thu 3/24/2011 4:11 PM”, there was an email of someone who worked for 22 years.

    And without realizing it, I sent an email at “Thu 3/24/2011 6:11 PM”.

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    My eyes have seen lots of double and triple digit numerical values. Once again, I do NOT know or understand the significance of these occurrances.

  • 20110325-Random Thoughts

    Everyday, I’d like to check my “Site Stats” multiple times throughout the day. It’s an addiction and a gauge of what trolls and pals are actually reading.

    And for the past few days (off and on) and especially today, I’ve sensed something (again) that needs to be taken cared or: food money. Lo and behold, I saw my queue.

    But I won’t act based on a hunch, random thought, gut feeling or assumption because it’s not fair. And until I hear the tin can rake across the iron bars or until I see proof of the need, I won’t let these “random thoughts” bother me. It’s hard enough to refuse when being somewhat but not entirely “[inter]-connected”.

  • 20110325-Random Thoughts

    Okay. With regards to the bad, good and ugly, that’s how business and politics operate. One forum mentions that packages are being opened. That’s another way to validate their alleged effectiveness of their “grassroots movement”. I’d say: “Hogwash!”

    It’s a marketing ploy. But for heaven’s sake, folks! Who are you fooling? Cut it out! Are you are trying to paint yourselves as the “good guys” — the vehicle of the savior and his tools of the trade? OMG! Please sell me some “shark oil” from your buttocks!

    So that’s it, huh. Buy me. Buy that. It’s better than thee or that. Whatever. Thank goodness for having my memories wiped out and not possessing “special gifts” to get rid of your likes.

    Special agent. Right.

  • 20110324-More Spooks

    Hah! I forgot to mention that the dentist sneezed twice! “I could feel it coming on!” he said as he covered his nose. This was within one minute of my reclining in the dental chair prior to the prep work of numbing my gums, injecting my nerves and fixing my old filling.

    Of course, I had Shrimpsei’s “Orgone Nano Shield in OtterBox” buzzing away in my small purse, say ten feet away and at the base of my foot, near the trash can and underneath the window.

    The damn rechargeable battery died during the first couple of hours while at work that morning. And I had sensed (or rather was prepared) to bring along a regular 9 volt battery in case the juice didn’t power up my device.

    Oh the joys of messing around with people who dare to FRIGGIN’ mess around with me. Think about it: If I didn’t whine, complain, rant, bitch, moan, groan, etc., you’d think I was making up stories. Nope. Not everything in my blog is “fictional”.

    So if the goons at my “temp job from hell” are trolling my weblog, go f^ck yourselves and get a life, you losers! I’m going to keep clowning you and since this is Silicon Valley, words do leak without Wikileaks. Morons!

  • 20110324-Spooky House

    What trigger the house alarm was a wooden flower wall hanging, secured with only two thumb tack. The security people called the police. Two officers showed up. Paw had the keys to open the door but didn’t know how to turn off the alarm. The SJPD looked throughout the house. The two sisters of the girl removed any wall hanging to make sure nothing else falls downs.

    I told the boy over the phone around 7:22pm that perhaps “Caspar the Friendly Ghost” wasn’t too happy that the couple had another “disagreement” two days ago and that the house itself wanted some company and therefore made the heavy object fall to the ground.

    You see, it’s the people that should not have been together. It’s also the location of the house, which is almost directly but slightly off the side of a direct T-street. That’s not Feng-Shui compliant. I was hoping the blue-colored piece would have settled the energy inside that place. Apparently, some other force wasn’t satisfied and needed to be heard.

  • 20110324-Noticing Numbers

    Today, I’ve finished the data entry portion of my primary function from “Today, March 24, 2011, 9:17:45 AM” to “Today, March 24, 2011, 9:39:44 AM”. Generating the reports has been much faster since I let the client know via email on how to improve EFFICIENCY in case new/upcoming slaves are not EFFECTIVE in handling spreadsheets. Concentrating on “my family” speeds up the task. The rest of the day will be the secondary function which I expect the full staff to pick-up when us temps are gone.

    At 8:33am, my cash dashboard read: 71033 (odometer) and 7443/4 (speedometer).

    Since I’ll be traveling to get a dental work done, I wanted to make sure my gas tank was full so the fuel pump won’t have a hard time. I got 5.998 gallons of gasoline at Pump 7 for $3.959 per gallon. That’s a total of $23.75 or approximately $60 for a full tank of gas!

  • 20110323-Online Orders

    I went home for lunch and on a table where we dump our bags, I found a nice USPS box from the OrgoneCrystal.com website!

    Within two days of receiving a courtesy/generic email regarding the status of shipping, I finally received my very first “Orgone Nano Shield in OtterBox” 1000 Series.

    Besides an image of a cute otter on its back, here are the specifications listed on the back of this box:

    • Waterproof to 100ft.
    • Toughest Drybox Available
    • Keeps Contents Protected
    • Protect Keys, Cars, ID’s
    • Lifetime Guarantee

    Available Colors:

    • Blue
    • Black
    • Clear
    • Yellow

    OtterBox 1000 Sizes

    • Int: 3.7″ x 2.3″ x 1.0″
    • Ext: 4.8″ x 3.6″ x 1.6″

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    While the boy ate his lunch; while Maw talks about her vegetables and while Paw wandered around, I quickly opened the package with a utility knife and pulled out that larger content, which no doubt contained the Orgone Nano Shield and a smaller, half-dollar sized x 1/3″ thick, orgone disc of BLACK with gold sprinkles on top. This will be good for inside my pocket.

    Then I pulled out the smaller content and read white label with the words “Extras : – )” on a very deep-colored, cobalt “paper lunch bag”, which contained a 3″ sized orgone dome with layers of black on the bottom with blue sprinkles and black in the middle and gold sprinkles on top!

    I ran upstairs to load a rechargeable 9 volt battery but two were drained! For whatever reason, these batteries cannot hold their charge and the recharging unit would flash its red lights to indicate that there is something “wrong” with these batteries. One battery worked but I noticed the OtterBox wouldn’t close.

    So I stuffed my pants pocket with the orgone device while eating lunch and giving the boy a hard time about his travel to the Caribbean for two weeks! Good riddance! Anyway, I could feel the buzz eminating from this piece and it zapped my right thigh! I had to remove the battery promptly until I got back to work.

    So when I parked in the back parking lot at work, I “pushed’ the battery from its metallic clip holder, closer towards the back where the crystal is located. The front latched closed well! But the lid wouldn’t close completely. I’ve read elsewhere that there is a slimmer battery that would fit better. I wonder what happened to the rubber ring to keep the water out. Oh, well!

    At 1:42pm, the red-faced Randy let out three consecutive sneezes. Having my new “Orgone Nano Shield” and being NEAREST tothe SLAMMING back door is an ideal place to mark my territory, if you will.

    At 1:50pm, another red-faced goon walked by my desk. His eyes seem to pop out of his eye sockets and he would always wear his small shades indoors.

    For me, I must be one of TPTB because the pressure in my head is too much to bear just sitting next to this orgone nano shield! It’s almost like a energetic decongestant. Perhaps, it is the fine, sweet smell of fresh resin floating through the air and into my nostrils that give for a sense of euphoric feeling. Ack!

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    Thanks, Shirmpsei (and Lena)!

  • 20110322-Daily Post

    There is NOT one strange thing that ever happened to me not on a bus; airplane or any mode of transportation. While driving my car along the way, I’d see many synchronous events, such as people getting in and out of their vehicles to open up their trucks; numerical values doubling or tripling on my car’s dashboards and people’s CA license plates; and homeless people holding up signs and looking into my general direction to see if I’d give them a free handout.

    Other than that, I’d wish I had someone hand me a bucket of free lottery tickets and at least one winning lottery ticket for the mega game.
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    Topic #78: What is the strangest thing that’s ever happened to you on a bus? Bonus: If you don’t take buses often, how about on an airplane? While driving to work? While walking home from school? And if nothing strange has ever happened to you while using transportation of any kind, what is the strangest thing you can think of that you wish had happened to you while using transportation?

  • 20110322-Noticing Numbers

    With my 70 Sheets, Gregg Ruled, Green-colored, Steno Notebook by AMPAD CORP., Dallas, TX 75252 and pen on hand, I’ve scribbled more double and triple digit values from my car’s dashboards and the people’s CA license plate number. Of course, I’d have to be FULLY stopped to better control the writing clearly and to avoid accidents on the road, of course!

    3/10/2011:

    5:85am: 70833 (odometer); 5448 (speedometer).

    2/21/2011:

    8:26am: CA # 211.
    5:55pm: CA # 555.
    5:29pm: CA # 113

    Lots of number eight here:

    Black # 108
    White # 428
    Red # 318
    White #368

    3/22/2011:

    8:25am: 70980 (odometer); 6990 (speedometer).
    8:28am: 70988 (odometer); 6999 (speedometer).
    8:33am: 70990 (odometer); 7019 (speedometer).

    Blue # 110.
    White # 011.
    White # 477.

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    Now, if you’re bored and want to keep busy, try gardening instead.

  • 20110322-Noticing Numbers

    On 3/22/2011 and at 12:22PM, I’ve saved an archive for 8141. Then at 1:22AM, I closed down my scanning session for three CLOSED credit card statements. I know! I’m supposed to be asleep and I’m feeling weary. But I’m still feeling sick in my back sinuses. I’m almost done with my Lenten Season project of reducing the “paper monster”. There is still one batch of CLOSED account to do and various documents from the metallic file cabinet AND one plastic bin.

  • 20110321-Noticing Numbers

    At 7:11pm, I noticed that the “Neat Quick Scan Center” paused at “144 items in queue”. Those are two double digit numbers for one and four, giving eleven and forty-four. My goal tonight is to scan and archive four more closed credit card statements and shred those for tomorrow morning, if I wake up with enough energy left from tonight’s late night Lenten Season project of reducing the “paper monsters”, which will have once resided inside a mini, two-drawer, metallic file cabinet of woe.