Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: relationships

  • Comedic Duo

    I recall watching MTV and enjoying an animated series (March 8, 1993, to November 28, 1997):

    Beavis and Butt-head

    […] an American animated television series […] on two socially inept rock/metal-loving teenage boys, […]

    […] they are highly obnoxious, perverted, and rude to almost every other character in the show […]

    Beavis and Butt-head
    Beavis and Butt-head

    —

    While lurking on the EW site – a CLOSED forum discussion forum thread, I’m learning more about “Beavis” and “Butt-head” and how they share their information of weird stuff. I forget which one is the B1 from the B2 from an old thread of his. But I’ll visulize the shorter lad as B2 from the taller fart as B1. Y’all figure out which one is more annoying.

    Anyway, according to the old fart with a Native chip on his shoulder to boot, my favorite author (a former New Age writer) is a great asset. I personally feel the fine lad is one good investment worth keeping from the clutches of his former pals. And from what I just read, he is better off alive. He’s got good stuff to share with the whole world. He knows. I personally know, too. Brouahaha!

    I am well aware of freaks (gay people), chumps (religious zealots) and gurus (government assets), just from the old fart’s past forum topics. Frankly, I don’t give a damn if the dynamic duo are in co-hoot (or not) – spinning news about conspiracy, pitting nonsense against each other or trying to humor the less discerning folks, like moi, into oblivious confusion and unnecessary noise.

    So according to the old fart’s forum responses, the fine lad found out he was working for the “bad guys”. With that in mind, I too may be working via TPTB. Of course, I don’t know if TPTB are the “good buys” or “bad guys”. But they are definitely an ugly bunch. Trust me on this one. Physically they are not worth photographing: According to Maw, they look like thugs. They can get nasty, too.

    Take moi, for example in the following two scenarios:

    “Why do you have to be so nasty?”

    ~Former co-worker from the facility department after I sent a HelpDesk ticket about the strong chemical odor that those “NIMRODS” used to clean the womens bathroom and how the pungent smell might affect the baby of a pregnant temporary worker using the toilets.

    “Sal-bah-he! Why do you have to be so nasty?”

    ~Recent incident from the divorced nutter yelling from her backyard after I screamed unkind words, such as “CRAZY” over the blaring sound of the air compressor used to blow dust from four indoor fans.

    As you can see, I’m nasty. But in person and like TPTB, we can come off as “nice” and honest, too – but up to a point. The point is to humor yourselves like these two cartoon characters, don’t take too much information seriously, toss a few orgone and let “nature” and “God” take care of the rest. However, be on guard and prepared to defend yourselves because people can and will do stupid things during times of desperation. And that’s not funny when people can’t get what they WANT.

  • Paw’s Congestion

    Yesterday after I arrived home from work, I heard Paw sniffling at the dinner table. He has gotten a cold! Every year, the three of us get sick around the colder months. But this time he sounded really congested. So he’s taking the usual over-the-counter remedy to control the allergic symptoms of runny and stuffy nose.

    Maw thinks that he got the cold while working in the yard and from inhaling the dust from the parakeets’ feathers and left over food on the floor. Three days ago when the sunshine was shining brightly, the twosome cleaned the house. The window blinds were especially dirty and Maw cleaned those with a wet washcloth; while Paw did the vacuuming.

    I think it’s because of the recent chemtrail activities for the past few days. Today was crispy, clear blue skies with some smatterings of white clouds. Two evenings showed bright moonlight, along with some high-altitude, pop-corn clouds yesterday night and wispy purple ones the night before yesterday.

    I hope Paw gets better. I’ve gotten over my whole week of feeling sick, groggy, congested and pissed off at TPTB and pals.

  • Troll Returns

    On October 4, 2010, I was lurking online, changed a few personal data on an OPEN forum discussion board and rendered the account INACTIVE. I have sinced sent two emails to the forum administrator. So far, there has been no response and accepted the fact that I do not belong. However, I’ll try to “fit in” again and managed to register under a second account. Here is the response I got a few minutes ago via the [http://[whatever name here].com/profile.php]:

    Your account has been created. However, this forum requires account activation by the administrator. An e-mail has been sent to them and you will be informed when your account has been activated.

    Click Here to return to the Index

  • Desk Sitter

    “I knew what I wanted to do: desk jobs.”

    ~Christina P. (my former co-worker at a Campbell, CA job, now located in Sunnyvale, CA).

    Fast forward ten years, I’m still doing desks jobs, mostly via the aide of local, temporary employment agencies because I lack the network of people to help find and reference me for REAL paying jobs. I would have done odd jobs during my life but the pay from these desk jobs sustained me just enough for a VERY thrifty lifestyle (of one pair of flat shoes in five years or so) but not enough to laugh all the way to the bank and enjoy the life of the rich and famous.

    Once, I saw an ad (through the San Jose Mercury News) for a cocktail waitress. It was paying $14.00 per hour, which is a couple of dollars more than I’m being paid here as a data entry worker, supporting the BPs. The current take-home pay is just about MINIMUM wage. So go figure! Anyway, I didn’t get the job, mainly because I was over qualified with a college degree. I didn’t fill out the job application properly because I didn’t have references or addresses for previous employers.

    But that job wasn’t meant to be because I wasn’t HOT-looking enough and had VERY bad hearing, which compromised my listening ability and thus reduced my understanding of the processes. It’s a natural disability inherited from Paw via his recently deceased Maw. I’d be (and have been) asking people to please repeat what they have said. It’s embarrassing, really.

    So yeah, I’d like to continue working a day job and maybe start over. I was just hoping to do what I’ve read in recent news:

    Nicest Canadian couple in world dole out lottery winnings
    Thu Nov 4, 1:27 pm ET
    By Liz Goodwin

    A retired Canadian couple who won $11.3 million in the lottery in July have already given it (almost) all away.

    “What you’ve never had, you never miss,” 78-year-old Violet Large explained to a local reporter.

    They knew what they wanted in life – each other! Now, that’s true inspiration and selflessness. Most people are generous. It’s the media that generalizes hominids to be violent from the likes of a few lost souls. That’s how I’d expect most people to behave – without motivation to steal or hoard, just be there for others.

  • Voters Pooped

    Well, I’m listening to 560am KSFO on our radio and it would appear the many more votes are not counted, especially late arrivals of vote-by-mail and provisional from military.

    “Politicians want your votes.”

    ~Paw (yesterday after dinner).

    Not really. If that were so, then ALL the votes should have been counted, including mine because my candidates would have won by now, since this is the Silicon Valley and business people are made wealthy by their own hard work. The ones that complain about “the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer” are the same people who are themselves selfish, lazy and downright thugs, like the ACLU and pals, who hired temporary workers to process these votes; and thus, mine wasn’t counted.

    Politicians really want your money and more people to work hard as a slave and cogwheel of the capitalist machine. After all, businesses thrive because people WANT something – to look better than someone else who will come along to be better than the rest. And THAT cycle never stops either – like karmic and financial debt.

    So who wins? Not the voters by the Feds and FEDS. They won’t help except the “bad guys”, who are supposed to be the “good guys”. And yes reporting them to the authorities does no good. Trust me. I know this for a fact. Brouhaha! So expect a lot of shit from the politicians, the law enforcements and authorities who uphold laws that support the thugs and pals, behind the scenes – most especially in the bathroom.

    Oh! And please fire Chris Matthews. He is not worth keeping on the payroll of MSNBC. He’s nuts.

  • 20101104-Weathery Ways

    Sylphs, ahoy! Besides the usual, high-activity of chemtrails since yesterday and the better part of this morning, sylphs came by and ate them right up! There was a bigger part over the East Bay – somewhere near the Altamont Pass where the Lawrence Livermore Lab and pals are located deep underground. I believe that is the general location where a black beam of “light” was sent skyward (as per my blog entry earlier this year).

    As a result, the weather has been quit warm – so warm that I  built up a sweat from walking towards the Starbucks (in the hopes of finding an ATM, which I didn’t), past the Olives Greek Cafe Restaurant and over to the ATM machines across the street. The sun was shining while I pointed and smiled at the many dandelion roarings with their beautiful yellow faces and tufts of green leaves from the dry ground, where construction is being done SLOWLY.

    I noticed a tall, bald white guy sitting outside to the “left” of the front door to this Middle Eastern and Mediterranean restaurant. He was facing “southbound” and wore black clothes from top to bottom. Hey! If you saw me, you got up when I walk by “southbound” towards the Subway restaurant. You allowed another but shorter ball, white guy pass. I went into a small liquor store next door and inquired if they had an ATM machine, which the dark-skinned goon silently shook his head in a negative.

    En route back to work, I passed by the seated mark and saw the same bald but handsome “man dressed in black” and cleared my throat to signal my arrival. I was wearing my new mustard-colored, 3/4 sleeve rayon shirt with my red jacket wrapped around my waist like a punk. So that’s a que who went walking up and down that mini-strip mall.

    Oh! But the sun shined so brightly! But the sylphs heard me and they hurried onward to provide shade to me. One long dude came through initially in HAARP-like fashion and showed how long he could get in his majesty feathery way. Other sylphs were over the horizon of the Bay Area.

    Very few spotted the skies overhead, except one large one this afternoon at around 1:00pm. It was slightly overhead and to my left when I made my way to get “Double Chocolatey Chip – Creme (non-coffee) drink from Starbuck. That drink has lots of finely crushed ice and crunchy chips, which I’m sure still coats my teeth. It was the best way to cool down while walking under the heat of the sun.

    I ended up removing my wet, yellow undershirt and washing up in the first-level bathroom (as usual).

  • 20101103-Dream Journal

    Twice already, I’ve dreamt of my late, maternal auntie “Juanita”, who was Maw’s eldest sister. Usually, when we dream of our beloved, deceased relatives we are ready to go home and meet them or we are stressed or sick, which I’ve been feeling these past few days. An “alien” friend of mine mentioned that the brain lacks oxygen, which could explain people experiencing dreams during their sleep.

    The scene was during daylight but the sunlight was subdued (or diffused) in intensity. In another dimension, she is still poor and living in a much smaller shack and more vertical than the old one. At least this one is on the “right-most” shack to others built closely together on the left. Her shack is built of wood and next to a road leading up and down to “my right”.

    When I turn my back and look “down” that same dusty road, I see that this leads to an old town where she used to live. It appears to be more forested. The bend towards the forest to a gradual left upward and over slight hill and disappeared down below. I could see at least “her form” and another resting inside the shack through the opened door, which may not have been even built.

  • 20101103-Weathery Ways

    Sylphs, ahoy! Right now, the sylphs are blocking out the HOT sun because there were lots of chemtrails making their “X-marks” over the East Bay and somewhere near the SJC airport. Like yesterday, my lunch walk was wonderful – lots of sunshine, clear blue skies and little to no breeze to burn my sensitive sinuses. Although my head and ears are congested, I managed to walk around for both days – 30 minutes yesterday and just 10 minutes today, in which I rested in the passenger side of my car for 30 minutes.

    It was sweltering hot inside my car and opening both windows and the passenger door did not prevent a nice sweat on my back. That moment in the car was probably the only time I truly felt FREEDOM from worry and responsibilities, except for “my family”. I didn’t have the challenges of fussing over people, animals and critters.

    I actually unbuttoned my shirt to air out the heat from my body. And I liked my thinner body and flatter boobs. And I could feel my bones rib cage better. I plan on loosing more weight the “bad way”.

    But with JenJen’s samples of two THICKLY-stuffed tamales, I’m going to fatten up! That’s right! Good eating and bigger bottoms mean people are who are not sick, those who have money to buy such delicious foodstuff and know how to enjoy blessings! I know Maw will enjoy this tonight.

    I plan of buying JenJen something for her kindness. But since I’m horrible at guessing what is a good gift, I’ll ask Maw: She’s the wise woman. God, help me on making good decisions. Alas, that has been my bane for most my life because people either don’t WANT it or don’t NEED it, seriously. I’m better off and MUCH safer depending on wise, good folks for directions, seriously. It’s my main karma in this current life.

  • Bad Teeth

    Besides moi, I’ve read online about four other members of “my family” having TEETH PROBLEMS! That’s right! Bad teeth symbolizes something rotten! And like rotten apples, rotten teeth are to be discarded (or pulled out once and for all or at least capped for good measure).

    Oh, Flynn! That’s so cruel! Yup!

    Good teeth represents the ability to take a good bite out of life via foodstuff. The only way good teeth goes bad is when the owner doesn’t take good care of the choppers. Usually its a sign of age or just bad DNA (or genes). Bahaha!

    Anyway, having recurring teeth problems may be a cry for help! And there’s nothing I can do to fix it, because I’m not a dentist. Oh, sure! I can try using the pliers to yank those suckers out but the pain would be unbearable.

    I’ve searched online for other symbolic meanings behind people having “bad teeth” but the answers are all generic from interpretative dreams to health remedies.

    I’m really trying to find out the costs of having teeth repairs: An amount would be around $1,000.00 in cash and that amount is already painful to imagine.

    Now I know why someone kept reporting his teeth problems. Again, there’s nothing I could do to “help” their “family [monkey] business” because I’m not a friggin’ piggy bank! Dammit! I’m broke! I’m working on minimum wage for crying out loud!

  • All Souls Day

    I attended this morning’s mass without the twosome because Paw had a threadmill test. He didn’t want to attend mass in his sweat suit outfit. He’ll pass: I know.

    Anyway, Father Michael was saddened about the loss of his friends in the Afghan war. We could hear tears in his voice and his posture was hunched over at the podium.

    Pray for Josephina (?); Wilaminna (?); and MaryLou. One was the only woman in the platoon. One Saturday he spoke to her. The next weekend she was killed.

    There were 72 light, purple envelopes for these fallen soldiers. May they rest in peace. And may Fr. Michael find comfort knowing their spirits are floating around somewhere like the ghosts in one of the bunkers (per a History Channel episode):

    “I love you. Shalom!”

    ~A voice of a female entity

  • Cooshy Job

    To JenJen: I pray you get this job full-time, along with benefits, for being beautiful and thoughtful. You have the patience, good hearing (unlike mine) and administrative ability to get the job done.

    I’ve overheard from downstairs when Hoan and I were working on Saturday that this company keeps temporary workers, say, for NINE months and then lay them off. So you can count on being here until the end of this year and probably a little bit more until the “1111” project is completed, until at which time, Hoan and I will be doomed to collecting unemployment.

    Further, I may file BK7, too, if Pete and pals continue to play by the demonic rules of their oppressive, tyrannical, sociopathic, psychopathic handlers via GWB, Obama and pals and their “family [monkey] business”, which I keep mentioning in my blog and how the wiretapping AND bankruptcy laws were INTENTIONALLY put into place so as to protect their asses and not the likes of moi — the hard-working, tax-paying slaves — for fear of retaliation by TPTB — namely US.

  • Energy Booster

    Thanks, JenJen! Honey, lots of blessings to your good heart for giving me an “EXPIRED” unit of “Walgreens Energy Booster Flavored Drink Mix,Pink Lemonade“. I’ve mixed it my AquaFina “Purified Drinking Water” for consumption right now! Ah! It hits the system.

    I keep forgeting to drink my cup of orange juice. That’s part of aging, I guess.