As per my old notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone on 10/29/2011 at 12:55pm, we were finished after eating lunch at Denny’s restaurant. Then Paw say a guy headed to the cashier. The guy was wearing a shirt and the back of the shirt read as:
“The gas cost so much I cannot afford to fart.”
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Later on today (11/01/2011) during lunch, I showed Paw my old note and he wondered if our fart would be taxable. I said that could be possible if we captured the gas in a jar. He laughed.
Here are my notes taken on the “Memo” app of my cellphone:
10/28/2011 14:01pm: This was after eating lunch. My thought was about darkness being a single point of nothingness, in a void and all alone inwardly; while light was ever-expanding outwardly.
10/28/2011 11:37am: While coming home from an hour and one-half shopping for a hardware tool, we were following a truck with two Asian guys. The beige-colored truck had a license plate that read: Lucky, Happy, and Healthy. But my mind added the last line: But full of crap. Think about it: In the end, people have loads of crap deep down inside their guts despite their outward appearance.
10/27/2011 18:53pm: Paw has spaced out. He would sit and stare or look around into the air. That morning we ate breakfast at Denny’s. While Maw and I were conversing about the FCC testing the EAS this November, Paw wouldn’t say a word. The waitress had come to gather the items we placed at the edge of the table. Paw wasn’t paying attention and he wanted more cream, even though the waitress was already going to refill the little pitcher-shaped container for the coffee cream. Later on that evening, he wasn’t paying attention and didn’t notice that I had already turned on the Halloween lights and that Maw had already prepared his bowl of soup on the plate. He went to do both until realizing his duplicate activities.
10/27/2011 17:22pm: Yesterday (on Wednesday, 10/26/2011), the first bite of freezing air greeted us. That same evening was VERY cold because we didn’t turn on the heater yet.
10/27/2011 17:10pm: Today while doing the last part of the backyard, I broke my Troy-Bilt, Electric Blower, Model TB180B, 7.5 amps, 135 mph! But Paw was kind enough to go with me to Lowe’s a few minutes later and bought me my new electric blower, Task Force, 12 amps, metal impeller, 155/235 mph, vacuum and mulcher! This new one still felt WEAK.
10/27/2011 08:52am: Maw had share more of her wisdom with me. “Don’t ignore people or walk away from the problems. Don’t annoy people to get your way or aggravate them to make matters worse”.
I’ve deleted two more pages: FAQ and FLYNN. These two pages were combined into the About page. Page one is a short introduction and does not have an image to set it off from the rest of the content. Page two is the FAQ page; while Page three is the FLYNN page. Former pages are in the “frequently asked questions” format. The total number of STATIC pages of this weblog site is now four: Home, About, Contact and Notice.
Well, I’m trying a butterfly plant design with swirls and lighted orbs. The colors are pale in white, yellow, green, aqua and blue.
I just saw the following message on my dashboard. It reads as:
“Tip: Your syndication feeds are set to show the most recent 60 posts. Change it to 10 or 15 posts to make your feed load faster.”
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I guess I’d better set both blog pages and/or syndication fees to 15. But I’d like my “contents” section to fill up/match the left side/sidebars to the right.
Dashboard| Settings > Reading settings
Today is chemtrail day. This morning, the skies were filled with “X-marks” in the skies and were noticable en route northbound on Highway 101. As we traveled along inside the military base, the main “X-mark” cloud seemed to be more towards the general “north west direction” with the lines pointing in the general cardinal compass directions.
Then after shopping at the DeCA, more left over chemtrails were disappearing into the crispy, clear blue skies. I do not recall seeing the usual chemtrail directly over our house this morning. The weather is VERY pleasant and cool. But the heat of the sun upon my BLACK-colored acrylic, long-sleeve jacket was TOO hot!
At 11:35pm, we arrived home from shopping at the commissary store in Moffett Field, CA. The divorced nutter was heard slamming the inner door and iron door to the side of her garage. I started humming the tune to the “Al Bundy‘s – Psycho Dad/Mom”.
Yesterday at around 04:40pm, we were backing out of our garage to attend the five o’clock evening mass. I was the usual driver and I actually smiled with my grin of teeth when I saw the divorced nutter turned her gaze towards our direction. She was putting up a plastic bag upon a heap of grass/dirt of the old lawn. It was an orange pumpkin design. Apparently, she is imitating our activities.
She might have a djinn inside of her or in/around the house. Or maybe the dead, Chow-Chow dog, Max, is/was haunting their house. Max the dog was 14 years old and Gilbert M. left the dog to die and was buried in the backyard and later discovered/unearthed by the next owner(s).
From 1:00pm to now, there is the sound of the chain saw and the tree shredder going on outdoors. Earlier this morning and en route to the doctor appointments, I saw large yellow construction vehicle parked in a cul-de-sac, just south of our home. There was an diamond-shaped, orange-colored construction sign, too. In my mind, I wish the shredded material a blessed incarnation to a next life for serving as trees.
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At 12:23pm, we arrived home from shopping at the DeCa commissary store. The electric garage door had opened at the same time! The white Honda CR-V was no where but in its parked place on the left side of the garage was the red Dogde-like caravan. So whatever is going with that divorced nutter, I had to close our electric garage door immediately.
“How are we going to unload the grocery from the trunk?” ~Wailed Paw.
“There’s space in the back! Don’t make everything so hard!” ~I retorted/
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After the lobby scene, the old Vietnamese lady with her gray-haired always in a bun got pissed that we were sitting behind her. We didn’t want to sit down behind the four Filipinos from the Couples of Christ. The old fart from Batangas held out his hand to shake hands with Paw, who refused to shake hands. It was NOT our style and the creep has a cold!!!
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En route to the lobby of the parish, we saw Ben and how he had a difficult time hosing down the white wall from the waste matter of baby birds in a nest. Then Gloria and Carlos were just walking into the lobby, too. Of course, Gloria seemed her happy self. But Carlos refused to greet the three of us again.
“Have a good morning, sir!” ~I screamed to the one-eyed old fart.
Carlos had lied to us about having both eyes done long ago. His right eye has that post-op patch of metal with holes, a blue rubber perimeter and a tape to hold it down. It was the old fart’s birthday and Maw actually got up from our pew and went over to where he was sitting to make the old man smile.
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A couple of days ago, the Fred the creepy widower shook hands with Maw. He could tell Paw and I are not friendly people with unsmiling face. I especially have given him and other creeps liek him the dirty looks. I’m not very “Chirstian”, eh? Bahaha!
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Over the weekend, the one-eyed creep was constructing a well-made/designed structure, which is attached to the side of the divorced nutter’s home. He made soft sounds of hammering and circular sawing. On Monday, there were old wood and other OLD computer junk sitting near their gas main. At least their backyard looks better than the junk in the backyard of the Mexicans located behind the divorced nutter’s backyard.
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.
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.
Here are my notes entered via the “Memo” apps of my cellphones:
10/11/2011 11:37am: I hear the mocking bird singing outdoors. It’s 11:45am and I no longer here the bird singing. But I heard the parakeets talking downstairs and outdoors.
10/11/2011 10:35am: To my left, there was a Ford Mustang with a CA license plate number ending in 445. The license plate holder showed C.H.P 1199 Foundation. I saw double digit numerical values here.
10/11/2011 10:28am: While stopped at a streetlight at N. First St., we were behind a vehicle with a CA license plate number ending in 133. I saw double digit numerical values here.
10/11/2011 10:12am: After dropping off Paw’s prescription renewal at the physician’s office, we were at our vehicle. I felt something on my left index finger, panicked when I saw a little brown spider and blew on it twice to remove the hitch-hiker from my person. It wouldn’t let go because it got a spider web of life connected to my bottle/hand. I tried placing it on the car but that wasn’t nice and so I decided to release upon a stem of willowing purple flowers.
10/11/2011 09:22am: The odometer of the Paw’s MB E430 read as 40,552.
10/11/2011 09:14am: After eating breakfast at Denny’s but while eating the freshly cut Fuji apple, another thought came to mind regarding how the apple had turned brown from lots of bacteria breaking down material. Usually, DNA of all life form has in itself the ability to SELF-LEARN and thereby will know how to combat all sorts of sickness and diseases, if left alone and without the intervention of medical technology as introduced by ALIENS.
10/11/2011 08:08am: Three nights ago, I meditated while lying down, ready to drift off to sleep. I had clasped my hands together to form a pyramid over my head and down to my chest in prayerful thanks to “God”. At 12:50pm, I saw a VERY small but brown-out color of yellow dim straight ahead but towards my “right” field of vision in the general one o’clock direction.
10/11/2011 07:00am: I awoke to the sound of the electrically-powered smoke detector blaring from the HOT steam of Maw’s shower. I had to get up from a dream and use the hair dryer to “deactivate” the noise and use the electrical fan to blow the steam from the bathroom.
10/11/2011 07:41pm: Last night there was the smell of gas upstairs — mostly in my computer bedroom, my sleeping quarters and Maw’s bedroom, too. I had used the fan to blow the gaseous-smelling air from her room and into the hallway; from my computer bedroom out the window and my sleeping quarters with the timer of the fan set to half an hour.
10/10/2011 21:23pm: On the ticket of that night’s televised news cable programming, Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez sought treatment and/or more tests in Cuba. Maw sensed that he didn’t want his own people to kill him while in an unhealthy medical state.
10/10/2011 10:41am: While sitting at my computer workstation upstairs, I saw a robin sitting atop the persimmon tree of the next door neighbor. The clouds were gray colors of light and dark and the rains would fall VERY lightly — so light that it won’t spot my eyeglasses.
So the old fart wants $1,327.46 for the internet service to date. He want $31,000, plus $16,000, plus $10,000 and everything else I got. But when they pass on, the boy and I will get nothing but resentment. That’s how parents are. So to the kids, move on with your lives when you reach legal age and don’t look back. The old farts will only have enough patience and humor to take to their graves. The old fart had a chance to go away but he continues to divide the family. Even the wifey wants to leave him. But because the fat bastard and his moronic pals continue to hold my money hostage, I wonder how those ingrates could live another day. Let me know if there is any “good news”. Eh? Where’s your shame?