20060930-September Day

Good morning to another cold and cloudy morning. I awoke at 07:30AM and opened all the upstairs windows to allow the fresh air to circulate inside the house after removing my ozone generator since this Thursday because of the possible health risk from prolonged exposure to ozone. I do not know if this is true and find breathing fresh air from outside better.

From around 03:15AM to 03:30AM, there were several police cars speeding approximately 40MPH westbound in a rhytmic beat over a indented manhole located in the middle of the intersection. There were two vehicles speeding in between two police cars. There were approximately one dozen patrol cars speeding down this stretch of road.

I lost my ‘20060620-Rhazzy Cat’ poem because I wanted to email Edge my masterpiece. I saw several more pictures of his fluffy cat and am disgusted at myself for saving the bad copy to my archive. I will attempt to re-create my poem but the original is lost forever. Waaa!

I smell ‘Kali-Maw’s fried rice cooking from downstairs and the distinct smell of garlic has been working its way upstairs for a few minutes now. I should have taken my quick shower but had to spend thirty minutes online reading articles and verifying my credit card payments. I am down to a few hundred dollars as emergency money. I have been been sustained with these little blessings.

This, my friends, is my fate. But the more noticeable image of my alien currently etched on my forehead tells me better days have always been here and now. I have what looks like two bruises as its almond shaped eyes, which are similar on some Japanese portraits of women with two dots on their foreheads. One of the three photographs taken on May 24, 2006 during the company meeting on the fourth floor of the parking garage showed these eyes.

I’ve been running my hands over my forehead these past few weeks after experiencing severe head and ear pressures since August 1, 2006 from the psyops gang surveillance. My forehead used to feel quite smooth and round. Now I feel a very noticeable vertical ridge starting half way down the middle from the hairline. My raised bump is approximately 1.5 inches wide from left to right.

P.S. If anyone has a copy of my poem entitled ‘20060606-Rhazzy Cat’, I would like to send one to this warrior. Blah!

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20060930-Saturday Afternoon

We ate our breakfast and left to go out. First we dropped off a couple of ‘Kali-Maw’s kitchen knives at the store but couldn’t wait because the guy won’t be in until this afternoon to sharpen these cutlery. We then went to the mall to walk around for another one hour.

I got lost on our way to the office supply store and I decided to visit the local church fair. It was small with about two dozen booths. At least we got to spend 20.00US notes on food: two combo plates ($5.00 each); two hot dogs for ‘Kali-Maw’ ($1.50 each); one bag of chips ($0.50); two ice creams ($2.00 for sundae and $1.50 for cone); and three bottled water ($1.00 each).

The entertainment sucked big time. Two guitarists played my favorite songs from the flower peace era. Then the next group included a bunch of uncoordinated kids. The last set did a horrible job on the hip-hop dance. The older professional band did jazz and we left because the sound system was too loud for us, especially ‘Kali-Maw’.

I suppose we could go out again so I could get my much needed mouse pad with gel wrist support, which I recently use at work. This version reduced both the bump and pressure on my right ‘heel’ section of my hand.

The current time is 02:08PM and there are no further police activities. I forgot to mention the police vehicles left the sides of the rode at around 01:44AM, which was about ten minutes after I got off my computer at home. I do not understand why they are trying to prove their presence to me in particular.

P.S.
I forgot to mention the local church fair had lots of weird looking people, who were white men. One was the sound manager of the local church fair. He did a good job with coordinating the jazz band’s sound and making the speakers hurt our ears. His left eye was more prominent and the whole face, especially the right side seemed messed up and burned red.

The second guy was also weird looking. He stood behind me to my right and asked if I was Alice; while I was waiting for my sundae and cone at one of the ‘Ice Cream’ booth. I looked at him briefly; told him bluntly, ‘No’ and returned my gaze to the booth. His right eye was more prominent. His face was also reddened; doughy and too big and long for his height, which is slightly shorter than me.

The third guy with gray hair, light blue, island shirt and light blue jeans acted confused. He was the second of the two weirdo’s who stood behind me to my right. After I already had both ice creams in my hands, he told me he had no money to buy ice cream. I too was confused as I took out my wallet and put it on the counter, for whatever reason; while deciding whether I could either pay cash instead of the food ticket or hand him ‘Kali-Maw’s ice cream cone. But I told him I could buy one for him later. He said, ‘It’s okay.’

I went back to the table where my parents were sitting and told them about both guys. ‘Kali-Maw’ got mad and said I had nothing to do with those people. ’Shiva-Paw’ laughed as usual. The second confused one stood in front of the booth and ate his ice cream for a few minutes and went to the ‘Dessert’ booth located immediately to the left of the ‘Ice Cream’ booth. He got another free food from the fair.

As I mentioned before, these entities are loosing their human guises. And for whatever reason I am prime bait with my ‘ask and shall be given’ aura. I didn’t freak out but wanted to give that confused guy ‘Kali-Maw’s ice cream cone. I want to know what the ‘pluck’ is going on and why these people keep coming to me for help!

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20060930-And Action!

Ah! I hear the defenders of truth hovering in their copter over our neighborhood and my house starting exactly 12:00AM midnight on this Saturday, October 1, 2006. What’s going on this time, eh?

They have been hovering for about thirty minutes. For the first 17 minutes, this one patrol car was right in the middle of an intersection and he seemed to have stopped a few cars. He flash-lighted one Audi and yelled at the driver for whatever reason.

There seems to be two more cars nearby and then a few more down the road. Some people from the nearby cars got out and started looking in and around the houses or backyards. I hope noone is hurt because it’s not nice to ruin a nice weekend for us hard workers.

Besides, I do need some rest without this extra commotion, in case I have to work this morning in a few hours; so we could close the third quarter books for my company. I’ve stayed late last night until 07:00PM, arrived home to find ‘Kali-Maw’ walking around indoors and ate my leftover lunch at home for dinner.

This leftover was pasta shaped like bows. I packed the chicken for fried rice tomorrow morning. We plan to walk around the mall in the morning; so our circulation, especially ‘Kali-Maw’s legs, would flow more efficiently.

It’s 12:30AM and the copter is still making noise. The noise hurts my head and I cannot blog in peace. One car from down the road left at 12:33AM. I keep checking what’s going on but cannot see much in the night with very low clouds of white overhead.

A black SUV exited from one small road AND the sound of copters ceased at 12:36AM. Could we go to sleep now, please?  The squabbling amongst ourselves is nothing in comparison to the peace of whole world, right?

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20060930-Crap Happened

The current time is 12:55AM and I had a great dump after the exciting activities of our local police from 12:00AM to 12:36AM. Some nearby police cars are still parked along this stretch of road. I hope noone is hurt because it’s not nice to ruin a weekend for the rest of us hard workers.

I believe ingesting the almighty milk added each time to my two to three cups of coffee today at work helped to eliminate the foodstuff, which was bow-shaped pasta drowned in marinara sauce, deep fried eggplant, parmesan sprinkled salad and one cheesy garlic bread.

My flare-ups have continued more recently throughout the month of September 2006. I could only assume that my bad diet of eating too much, lack of exercise or being probed by those out worldly beings contribute to the painful episodes.

I cannot sit long at my desk and constantly have to get up even if it means to print my emails one at a time. This allows for much needed exercise, which I do get more recently by walking 15 minutes outdoors in the much cooler weather.

The clouds were lightly wispy around 0300PM and I did get a chance to breath the fresh air before rainy season. I no longer go home for lunch and save gasoline this way. This is mostly due to the new boss and timekeeper of all sorts. I am annoyed at the new transition but will have to adapt if I want to keep my stupid job.

Today, I have paid down more of my credit card debt by selling my stock options and whatever else remains from my bi-monthly paycheck. I am surprised I have this much patience after being tested to the limit by both out worldly beings and those ‘Morons’ I keep mentioning.

But the bottom line is that we are responsible for our own crap. Those that wish to participate in each other’s crap create larger piles of crap. This is the price of freedom. We are free to do whatever we want and are loved nonetheless and no matter how smelly the crap may be to some people.

My crap happens to smell very bad and that is because I choose to eat smelly food. But does this make me a bad person? I do not know and always thought I am not ‘cold-blooded’ as two co-workers (’Jerk Turdannatto’ and ‘Fancy Soul’) have called me. They need to smell their own crap before name calling me.

Anyways, I do hear the copter making noise somewhere in the distant background. I do not understand why these noisy activities should occur. I wonder how many other incidences go unreported. I wonder how many innocent voices go unheard. I wonder how many prayers have gone unanswered. I wonder if we all should stop eating and crapping once and for all.

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20060927-Stand By

I wanted to go to sleep after being in front of the computer the whole evening; so I decided to log back online and post this blog. This was after hearing my complimentary fly-by overhead by a copter the moment I got of the computer around 11:15PM.

I suppose you all are wondering what is my next move. I cannot provide further instructions to anyone at this point until I access the current sit-coms. The current situation for me happens to be work related at this company and I was not a cheerful the whole day as I ranted to my co-worker via chatting.

I already told him about leaving this damn company sometime this year. And everything seems to be falling into place - new bosses fast becoming more like ‘big brothers’ bullying about timecards and old bosses pestering about my work being slower recently. The auditors will never go away as they continue to visit me every quarter.

I realize how stupid I am for being a diligent and honest hardworker compared to the lazy and uncommitted whiners, who are currently temporary. I don’t blame them for not working harder as temps without the security of a permanent noose around their necks like rest of us permanent workers, who have signed away our freedom as part of the hiring process.

As a result, I’ve slowed my work down tremendously and take more breaks like the temp, ’Feign Hurt.’ She has taught me to talk to strangers openly about very personal matters; walk aimlessly around the six of the twelve floors; stare at the passing clouds out the windows and call in sick more often than necessary. I have yet to learn how to effectively interrupt; ask stupid questions and ultimately irate co-workers, who are already talking among themselves.

I wished I could play more indoor football like the sales department. But I’m stuck doing my work and keeping busy and out of any form of communications. I still won’t answer my work phone and have started cleaning up my area when I decide to quit that place. I’m tired of typing and sitting all day in front of the computer, too.

I cannot stand by people who have different work ethics and I cannot provide administrative support forever. I cannot stand by while everyone else is horse playing for doing nothing related to work. I cannot stand by and know that there is injustice done elsewhere beyond the confines of the prison-like cubicle.

What are these recent speculative stories via the media about partial disclosures of classified ‘documents?’ How does anyone, once again, suddenly come up with these sensational materials? Why not admit the vast numbers of people are awakening to the truth as the scariest story yet?

Have enough people ’stood by their guns’ for once and tried to at least discover for themselves that not all predators are bad but are now the victims; the alleged good people doing work from ‘upstairs’ are now ‘bad;’ or the meek are now fighting back?

Please stand by what is basically the truth - love conquers all. If money is instead the motive, money will conquer all. If war is instead the motive, war will conquer all. Let us each be our own agent in our earthly environment and choose life as our ultimate fate.

P.S. To solve your burning question of ‘What’s next?’ you may choose death as an alternative solution. Either way is the same. Death, in this sense, means starting all over and that could take eons. You all know should know that by now! Good night for now…

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20060926-Daily Blog

I wanted to go to sleep after being in front of the computer the whole evening; so I decided to log back online and post this blog. This was after hearing my complimentary fly-by overhead by a copter the moment I got of the computer around 11:15PM.

I suppose you all are wondering what is my next move. I cannot provide further instructions to anyone at this point until I access the situations. The current situation for me happens to be work related at this company and I was not a cheerful the whole day as I ranted to my co-worker via chatting.

I already told him about leaving this damn company sometime this year. And everything seems to be falling into place. New bosses that are fast becoming more like ‘big brothers’ bullying about timecards and old bosses pestering about my work being slower recently. The auditors will never go away as they continue to visit me every quarter.

I realize how stupid I am for being a diligent and honest hardworker compared to the lazy and uncommitted whiners, who are currently temporary. I don’t blame them for not working harder as temps without the security of a permanent noose around their necks like rest of us permanent workers, who have signed away our freedom as part of the hiring process.

As a result, I’ve slowed my work down tremendously and take more breaks like the temp, ’Feign Hurt.’ She has taught me to talk to strangers openly about very personal matters; walk aimlessly around the six of the twelve floors; stare at the passing clouds out the windows and call in sick more often than necessary. I have yet to learn how to effectively interrupt; ask stupid questions and ultimately irate co-workers, who are already talking among themselves.

I wished I could play more indoor football like the sales department. But I’m stuck doing my work and keeping busy and out of any form of communications. I still won’t answer my work phone and have started cleaning up my area when I decide to quit that place. I’m tired of typing and sitting all day in front of the computer, too.

I cannot stand by people who have different work ethics and I cannot provide administrative support forever. I cannot stand by while everyone else is horse playing for doing nothing related to work. I cannot stand by and know that there is injustice done elsewhere beyond the confines of the prison-like cubicle.

What are these recent speculative stories via the media about partial disclosures of classified ‘documents?’ How does anyone, once again, suddenly come up with these sensational materials? Why not admit vast numbers of people are awakening to the truth as the scariest story yet?

Have enough people ’stood by their guns’ for once tried to at least discover for themselves that not all predators are bad but are now the victims; the alleged good people doing work from ‘upstairs’ are now ‘bad;’ or the meek are now fighting back?

Please stand by what is basically the truth - love conquers all. If money is instead the motive, money will conquer all. If war is instead the motive, war will conquer all. Let us each be our own agent in our earthly environment and choose life as our ultimate fate.

P.S. To solve your burning question of ‘What’s next?’ you may choose death as an alternative solution. Either way is the same. Death, in this sense, means starting all over and that could take eons. You all know should know that by now!

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20060925-Love Opposed

The current time is 08:47AM and I thought I could compose this blog. I finished taking my morning shower to remove my stink so I could feel cleaner and smell fresher and the co-workers won’t be afraid to come near me.

After reading the long-headed articles about faith, theology and spirituality, there should be no opposite to love because ‘God’ is supposed to be love and omnipotent. There are, however, variations to love with each one vibrating differently.

There should be no such thing as hate, fear, sadness or loneliness. These are words created to define the human emotions. Our emotions should be replaced by this almighty love. And of course, if noone understands this love, then there is war to find purpose back to this love.

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20060924-Mobius Mirror

I thank one of the many out-worldly beings I’ve met in person, who introduced the concept of the Mobius strip. By the way, any strip of paper is finite with one end being separated from its other end. With this strip of paper, both ends are glued together in a half twist (by attaching railroad track A to its opposite track B).

The experiment starts at one point. The traveler takes a path along ‘one’ side of the strip once and end up in the beginning BUT with a new twist (time, space, dimension, etc…). The second trip may not be the same as the first. Thus this experiment shows that creation is the same as evolution without an end.

The end is when one chooses to be destroyed into nothing - to null and void, which in turn becomes a new beginning. I cannot best explain what I think is true with my limited Americanized language. But I believe each person is a god in the making by traveling along this Mobius strip.

But how does one accomplish this: I ask of myself? The best way, according to my interpretation of this model and without having to read the mathematical models, is to split ‘myself’ as many times and become independent sources of information.

I may decide to merge back with the original Mobius strip and become unified. Or I could continue on one of many paths, come back from the same direction where way I first came, and report what I’ve evaluated and learned with better data from my ‘other’ selves to my ‘original’ self.

The only way I could know myself is based on a mirror of other people’s worldviews. I’ve incorporated their truths into my life and lifestyle and according to what I believe could be true to me in this current lifetime. Their truths could be either ‘good’ or ‘bad.’

The bad part is not having all the answers to my personal questions such as: Who am I? What am I? When will I go home? Where is my soul? Why am I here and now? How did you come to find me? I’ve observed my answers from family and friends are at best limited to an extent of the human experience.

The continual effort of people to prove their egos are right (or better than their own) is next to futile. I see some are bent on destroying each other out of frustration as history tends to repeat itself with plagues, wars, famine, and death. But the choice for anyone is always for the better in the end, right?

Imagine the serpentine symbol, Ouroboros, showing the eating of its own tail as another example of a endless cycle of unity. The head needs its tail as much as the tail needs the head. So when I hear someone say, ‘Bite my behind!’ I am reminded of how noone is better than the other. And no god needs to be told that truth.

P.S. Oh, man! How do I blog like this? Am I confusing everyone now? I think I confuse myself too. But I at least I try my best to improve one myself and outlook on life regardless of how the world operates on all aspects of humanity. Once again, there is more to learn than what try to express via my blogs and blowing each other up into nothingness wouldn’t scare me at all.

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20060924-Sunday Story

Today, besides cooking pancakes for breakfast, I’ve done nothing but get some much needed rest after lunch of spaghetti and meatballs cooked by ‘Kali-Maw’. The sky was blue and the air was cool.

All three of us went to the early morning mass at 07:00AM. There was a ‘Chin Knees’ couple sitting behind us who talked too much. ‘Kali-Maw’ was pissed because she couldn’t pray well. So I flicked them off by pretending to scratch my right ear and rear end. People like them should not attend mass if they cannot shut the ‘pluck’ up.

Um, yeah. I’m trying not to be prejudice by being some behaved robot. But I do not have to be nice all the time. What is not nice are ‘Squirrel-Ling’ and that ‘Chai-Knees’ girlfriend of his. Both came over sometime during my long nap in the afternoon. According to ‘Kali-Maw’, they didn’t seem to care to about the people of the household and proceeded to talk to the parakeets instead. They are both rude.

This shows they only care about each other based on their ‘kayak love’. I do not care for both living together unmarried and prefer ‘Squirrel-Ling’ to marry a ‘Freerip Rhina.’ ’Win-Tea’ is not all that smart and, once again, I do not understand her English. I feel I no longer have a sibling and don’t care if she exists either. If she marries ‘Squirrel-Ling,’ I won’t recognize her as my ’sister-in-law.’

But if they choose love of ‘freedom’ over ’security,’ their twisted affair is none of my business. Her yawning at the sight of boredom, her refusal to eat the spaghetti and meatball cooked by ‘Kali-Maw’, and his accusing us for not informing him of ‘Kali-Maw’s emergency check in at the hospital from 11:15AM to 03:15PM yesterday all show how stupid a couple they are for lacking manners.

By the way, if her culture requires ‘her’ side to pay double the cost of ‘his’ side, my parents should have 100K by now. We could hold that over her head forever  and torture both for closing the doors many on us in the first place. They should move far away and from our lives:  Out of state, on the other side of the planet or off the planet is by far a better option.

Also, ‘Win-Tea’ (in her attempt to be ‘nice’) picked the red peppers growing out front without ‘Kali-Maw’s permission. Stupid ‘idioms’ is so freaking clueless! But ‘Kali-Maw’ couldn’t tell her to stop because it was too late.

What kind of training did ‘Win-Tea’ get from her ‘tradition’ and from the educational system here? Don’t touch anything that doesn’t belong to you. ’Mad Dog!’ Why does love have to be this blind?!

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20060924-Nowhere Man

Song: Nowhere Man
Artist: The Beatles
Album: Rubber Soul
Year: 1965 

He’s a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody

Doesn’t have a point of view
knows not where he’s going to
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere man please listen
You don’t know what you’re missing
Nowhere man, The world is at your command

He’s as blind as he can be
Just sees what he wants to see
Nowhere man, can you see me at all

Nowhere man don’t worry
Take your time, don’t hurry
Leave it all till somebody else Lends you a hand [Ah, la, la, la, la ]

Doesn’t have a point of view
knows not where he’s going to
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere man please listen
You don’t know what you’re missing
Nowhere man, The world is at your command [Ah, la, la, la, la ]

He’s a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody

Nothing is my answer. My big brain came up with this answer and I started singing this tune from years ago during choir class in high school. I remember watching the creepy cartoon that showed this ’silly odd man,’ who looked all green and had a big nose. I do not understand why that character was drawn that way.

Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.