Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: People

  • 20111014-More Spooks

    Yeah. It sucks being one of the alleged people in the “middle-of-the-road“. Just read my blog and view my Flickr photostream of spooks. You will see blurry photos of them, of course. One is the divorced nutter in her persimmon tree. The other one appeared out of nowhere a day AFTER I intended to expose TPTB and soon after a noisy copter in a few minutes of that incident. The other one is a mysterious envelope. Of course, I had the chance to mess with them but won’t play their game.

    Anyway, I noticed a white kid with another kid/sibling and probably his moo-cow mother near a light-colored car, which has been parked on the side street of the neighbor across from us. He was wearing one of those normal-looking sneakers. The color was black and white, just like the spook I photographed via my Flick account. Even Landy and another buck-teeth (who sat at the mall last month) both wore those types of shoes.

  • Six pages left..

    So after doing the yard work and after four hours of blogging, I’ve reduced my static pages to only six:

    The decision to create a new “Main Menu” was made out of frustration. I needed to streamline my blog. And so the old pages were moved to posts, which I could tag and attach images! Besides, the sidebar widgets will pick up the Archives, Links and other pages I’ve deleted, like Stats. I am hoping for more SHORTCODES!

  • 20111011-More Spooks

    En route northbound on Highway 101, more spooks appeared to leave their parked position. One was a truck and it had turned off both emergency signal lights and turned on its left turn signal light.

    En route southbound on Highway 101, two more spooks were parked off the emergency lane to the right near the Guadalupe Parkway off ramp. One was a black sedan in front of a red sedan. The black car moved slightly forward to turn left into traffic.

  • 20111011-Dream Journal

    At 8:00am this morning, I awoke to a dream. I recall being indoors and shopping with lots of people. My dream self was watching from indoors. I see myself come in from the “right” field of vision. The front door was in an “L-shaped” and in the general two o’clock direction in front of me. People entered from the right and turned to their right, past the front door and into the building straight ahead.

    As I was about to exit the store, I had been pulled aside. There were shopping bag items of other people whom I didn’t see were pulled aside like me. Their items were lined up along the “left” field of vision and atop where there was a bar-like area.

    People/security people were dressed as plain-clothed civilians. One white guy was bald and he was standing on the far left and behind this bar-like area. After a while, I knew/wanted to get my stuff so I could leave the area. But I was wearing a blue/dark-colored underwear! It almost looked like I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I looked down and was embarrassed and tried to grab my long, double-knit pants and put those on quickly.

    I saw I had dark clothes to grab from off that bar-like counter of brown leather. There was at least a dark-colored belt and maybe brown colored clothes.

    Before I left the building to the right, I saw a family of at least six to seven — one couple and the kids. I exited into the parking lot to the right and found myself indoors somewhere else.

    I was in high heels and had on a VERY short jean skirt. I saw that I was wearing a colored top and maybe it was in orange color. But I don’t remember. There were two girls walking fast from behind me and I imagined that my legs were nice from behind. They walked past my left hand side.

    And up ahead and to my right, there was a counter and some people coming out or at least shopping. I saw within that area a white baby with lime-green/orange-colored, light hair! It was wearing a beard! It was walking or crawling and I think its mother was nearby or behind it.

    I wanted to go back to work behind my corner desk up ahead but turned right on the intersecting aisle where I saw this bearded baby. My desk was open with other desks to my right and behind me. There was minimal traffic in front of this desk area and a path leading left and mostly to the right field of vision and somewhere to the two o’clock direction.

    Addendum-Last edited by FLYNN on 20111011 at 12:49:40 PM PDT: I was decorating a cake. The cream of the cake was mostly white. There was only a white backboard and I wanted a colored backboard to offset the white cream. The top of the cake had white frosting. I filled in a name, which appeared either South Asian Indian or Middle Eastern. The first three letters of the first name was “SHA…” The first three letters of the last name was “VEG…” There was a yellow-colored, taffy-like tail of cream that hung over the front of the cake. I managed to lift up the heavy piece, away from the bottom borders and wrapped it upon itself on top.

    Then I woke up to the electrically-powered smoke detector this morning.

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  • History Re-Petes

    Flynn’s chicken notes with regards to a YouTube.com video:

    THE LINCOLN & KENNEDY CONNECTION (by killuminatiAFF on July 22, 2010).

    [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGPOH7FDitc]

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    Presidents shot in the head on Friday by assassins*:

    • John F. Kennedy – 1946 Congress, 1960 President.
    • Abraham Lincoln – 1846 Congress, 1860 President.

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    *Southerners shot in the head before facing trials:

    • John Wilkes Booth.
    • Lee Harvey Oswald.

    (Both names have three (3) syllables and fifteen (15) letters.)

    —

    Location of assassination and general direction of `escape`:

    • Ford’s Theater to warehouse.
    • Ford car to theater.

    Successors to late presidents who lost sons while in office:

    • Andrew Johnson, 1808.
    • Lyndon B. Johnson, 1908.

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    Flynn’s eerie connections based on data from YouTube.com:

    • Agent Flynn B. / Drives a Ford Mustang 1996.
    • Agent John K. / Posed with Gerald Ford 1976.
    • Dated 2004 – 2006.
    • Broke up 2008 on Friday. (An assassination of a broken heart!)
    • Signed petition on 9/11 site for truth with same last name.
    • Held hostage by banksters for TEN SLONG YEARS!

    —

    Co-incidence? I think not. Brouhaha!

    Reference: Executive Order 111110.

  • Coughing Snakes

    Yesterday, I remembered to power Steevo’s Desktop Succor Punch, which no longer has a blinking blue light to indicate if the unit is working. So this morning I have it on my desk at the temp job from hell. If it’s supposed to work, I noticed less people using the back door. Either that or I’m used to the noise of the slamming door.

    However, Kim T. coughed by my desk at around 12:22pm after she faked printing out from the copy machine next to our desk area. I saw her force a fake cough a little bit. Her tongue was rolled like a taco and purple in color. That indicated she’s of a snake variety. She then forced a bigger cough. But I was already standing up and coughed loudly in response to her noise. The third one was also faked.

    Too bad John, her V.P. boss is too weak to send her to Obama’s quarantine unit. As far as I’m concerned, I’m much taller than that Filipino breed and I shouldn’t be afraid of such annoyances.

    Obviously, she’s a nutter from the way she’s behaving. If only this damn SP works harder, then she can go far away and take a long vacation for all I care. Maybe she’s allergic to her dirty work area, which is next to a wall of exposed metallic beams (painted in white) or even the food and drinks of tea. Tea is grass and people can be allergic to that stuff.

    All I could conjure up were images of her swallowing a big rat into her big mouth, just like the reptoid `Diana` from the sci-fi, action, adventure televised show: “V” – you know, for Victory against these ALIEN invaders.

  • Going Blind

    Yup. I’m slowly going blind. It’s my age and ancestry, too. From 10:30am to 12:15pm, I drove, waited and spoke with the eyeball doctor and staff. The doctor’s handshake was ever so GENTLE. He’s a surgeon, too.

    The numbers are 22 on the lazy left eye and 20 on the right eye. That numbers are supposed to mean that it’s borderline glaucoma but not high enough for treatment with surgery and/or eye drops, which is supposed to lower the IOP – Inter-Ocular Pressure.

    He suggested I get exercise. I thought to myself: “My eyeballs must be overweight, too.” I have two follow-up appointments on my optic nerves. I saw the photos of the blood vessels, which looked bigger on the left than on the right.

  • Devil’s Smell

    “Can you smell it?”

    ~The Rock (wrestler Dwayne Johnson)

    The air in the lobby of our local parish smelled of sewer. We had attended the 10:45am mass. The air inside the church blew the smell around but some of the sulfuric smell lingered well into the middle of the place.

    The air in Maw’s bedroom smelled of old fart. I had finished saying the rosary with the twosome. The fan inside her room blew the smell around but some of the sulfuric smell lingered and my fan from outside the bedroom didn’t help.

    I hope one of Shrimpsei’s blue-colored, top-off, pyramid orgone piece works to clean the horrible smell in her room.

  • Backdoor Wallflower

    After saying goodbye to a couple of people I know and waving goodbye to a couple of strangers who cared to look my way, I discovered my purpose here that the temp job from hell. I’m a wallflower to the backdoor!

    9. Wallflower

    Someone who chooses to observe, instead of experience life.

    They know a lot about people, what they are truthfully like, how they actually act when they think no one is paying attention.

    Since people have little interest in wallflowers, they usually know a lot about people. The good and the bad.

    Wallflowers are not mean, or impolite. They are usually pleasant, and respectful- just shy and/or introverted.

    Nontheless, people tend to use the word “wallflower” negatively. What a shame.

    Office lady

    An office lady, often abbreviated OL (Japanese: オーエル Ōeru), is a female office worker in Japan who performs generally pink collar tasks such as serving tea and secretarial or clerical work. Like many unmarried Japanese, OLs often live with their parents well into early adulthood. Office ladies are usually full-time permanent staff, although the jobs they do usually have little opportunity for promotion, and there is usually the tacit expectation that they leave their jobs once they get married.

    Often nicknamed shokuba no hana or “office flower”, these women suffered discrimination due to the M-Curve.

    So does that mean I’m pretty? Not in the least but rather plain looking. Must I wear make-up? Sure! Why not? I must learn to put on a happy face, too! Maybe I’ll put a flower or plant to liven up the place and start bringing in the donuts and bagels, too!

    Konichiwa! Ohaiyogozaimasu! Bai! Bai! Sayonara!

  • Nice Lunch

    So Mike, Charissa, Hoan and I went out to eat lunch at the `Sourdough Eatery`. It was behind a credit union where I withdrew money for some gasoline money and the $6.99 lunch:

    Item # 6. PASTRAMI, LEAN, MILD & TASTY

    97% FAT FREE, NO MSG, NATURALLY SMOKED WITH HICKORY CHIPS AND WTH SWISS CHEESE. (INCLUDES COMPLIMENTARY SLICE OF PICKLE).

    The place is nice and lucscious, full of life and of tall old trees and hanging plants. After finishing our sandwiches, telling about ourselves and cracking jokes at around 1:20pm, I touched the plants in greetings. They are so cool, comfortable and happy, too.

    There is even an old Jalopy, a rusty old Ford T-model-like automobile sitting out in the back area. Inside the sandwhich shops are paintings waiting to be sold and other antiques.

    The old VERY blond lady at the cash register looked out-dated, almost a throw back in hair, make-up and clothing of the traditional era of 1950’s housewives or the OK Corral. She’s been there for around 30 years.

  • Anthropomorphic Women

    En route to the restrooms, I saw a older-looking, barrel-shaped, white woman with golden highlights in her hair strutting haughtily on her high heels. I wondered to myself how could her little feet proudly carry such weight and how could her back hold those big racks? As I blog, I see a chocolate, Eskimo ice cream bar on a wooden stick.

    Of course, I wiggled my big butt like a model and laughed to myself and covered my mouth with both hands as two images of animals came to mind: a pig and a chimpanzee. Of course, I saw them wearing red lipsticks and high heels, too. It’s funny to see humans try to look beautiful by `dressing up`.