20080330-Hover Levels

Okay, I’ve been playing around with my paid CSS upgrade for my current ‘Pool’ theme via WordPress and cannot be satisfied with the layout because I still don’t understand how the different list levels (li, ol and ul) affect the hover mode. I couldn’t get ’list style type’ for the second level to appear as ‘circle’ but for whatever reason that is the same as the first level as ‘disc’, which are those dark filled in circles to the left of each list item.

I still cannot figure out the differences between the ‘li’, ‘ol’ and ‘ul’ and how grouping those as ‘li ul li’, ‘ul li’, ’li ul’, ‘li’ only, ‘ul’ only, or any other combination affect my hover mode. All I know is my final combination ‘li ul li’ works nicely to set the long, horizontal ’li’ color (I used from the ‘comment form’) apart from my ‘content’ (wrapper or container) background color of ‘pale white blue’ (#CCCCFF).

Here are some combinations that I didn’t like: With the ‘ul li’ combination, the ‘li’ color is the same color per paragraph and the ‘hover’ color is not shown. With the ‘ul’ alone, the ‘ul’ color appears as the background for the ‘li’ items only. With the ’li ul’ combination, the ‘li’ color is the same as the ‘hover’ color, with the ‘ul’ color being the spaces in between as the ‘margin’. With the ‘li’ alone, the ‘li’ color is the same as the ‘ul’ color.

For the header of the sidebar (below), I reduced the ‘letter spacing’ from 0.2em to 0.1em (to keep that the same as the size for the header of my posts and pages) and I matched the background color for both this header and the appearance of the text with a hover color of ‘pale white cyan’ (#CCFFFF). I got the hover color for the ‘li’ of the sidebar (below) from the header to my posts and pages (above), by the way.

Anyway, y’all may check out the sidebar (below) and look for other changes that I may have not yet mentioned but will later if I’m not too lazy to blog. The whole day was clear blue skies after some fluffy, puffy white clouds — I took some photos but will upload to my Flickr.com account. I did sleep well in during the ‘prana dip’ in the mid-afternoon over the past few days, too.

At around 04:33PM, the ‘Satanist’ marked my intersection, took off like a scared chicken and fill the air with burning rubber, which was blown away southward by the fresh winds. He came back a few minutes later because I ’summoned’ him. If he really wanted to meet or visit me he could have rang the doorbell to my parents home. Chickens! Puck! Puck! Puck!

Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20080326-More Synchs

Here are more synchronous events on Wednesday, 03/26/2007. The fat bastard called me on my cellphone at 03:11PM. He has been phoning me around the 0:33 minutes for codes, which I really do not understand the importance. The bottom-line line: The seeing is the believing. And until the manifestation is materialized all his is hot air is blowing emptiness into my ear holes.

Further, y’all will see more double digits like 11, 22, 33, 44 and 55. The number 55 appeared twice on Wednesday. At 07:55PM, a ‘Satanist’ in a black sports car with darkly tinted windows marked my intersection by forming at least two clockwise circles with his rubber tires. (Another similar event involves an ‘Asian’ driving in a blue sedan. Some people are superstitious).

Anyway, after hearing the noises from the likes of these demon-seeds, I peeped out the front window, memorized the image of the black vehicle, sent a blast inside the cabin and saw ‘Maw’ walking over to open the front door. I pulled ‘Maw’ inside and close the door to avoid the rubber smoke from entering the house and told her: ‘What’s wrong with you?’

Of course she got made at me for making these ‘wrong’ comments because she herself does the same to me. I know I shouldn’t be so mean to the elders but some thick-headed people don’t know how to take a joke, which is essentially supposed to reduce stress and improve the overall sense of well being with the production of the much needed serotonin by the big brain of people laughing out loud.

We went back to exercising until 08:00AM, ate out dinner until 08:30 and received a phone call from a guy from the Gallup Poll around 08:33PM. I answered the phone but ‘Maw’ got the opportunity to answer a series of questions about Santa Clara, the greater area of San Benito county and some other place I forgot.

The speaker phone was turned up so I could hear everything the caller said and partly participate as a snickering ‘jerk’ in the background. I coached ‘Maw’ by flagging to her my responses ranging from 1 for the least and 5 for the most as a ‘feeling’ and not thought to each inquiry. I was laughing softly but barely loud enough for the guy to hear after ‘Maw’ tongues out her humor after each of her answers.

The questions ranged from demographic profiling of inviting outsiders to the areas mentioned for different race and sexual orientation, political activities of volunteering, attending meetings and voting, participations of friendly neighbors and finding out how often people greet and talk to each other, prospects of job and health, amenities of hiking trails, schools and restaurants, safety of walking outdoors at night and police activities to profiling the receiver of the questionnaires, like gender, age, annual income and RACIAL ETHNICITY, which ‘Maw’ responded as Filipino.

I got loud when the guy said, ‘Asian’. I screamed loudly, ‘NO’! Because this means y’all like to pigeonhole anyone from that region with cultural attributes that doesn’t mean a thing to me. Anyway, ‘Maw’ was slick enough to let the guy know throughout the questionnaire to put whatever best fit her answer but he wanted to ‘hear’ from her instead.

The other answer one the guy didn’t mention was: ‘I don’t know’. This is valid, by the way. ‘Maw’ told the guy she was getting tired, wondered how much longer the questionnaire would be, got mad at how they got our UNLISTED phone number. I told her the likes of the Homeland Security Abomination likes to mess with people. But we were laughing afterwards because our answers help the area and won’t mean squat to TPTB. The call ended around 08:55AM.

Let’s see: That morning a highway patrol pulled from his parked location to the right of northbound HWY 101, which was just ahead of the in-ramp exit of De La Cruz Blvd. I picked my boogers and saw a very tall, dirty black truck pull in front of me, blocking my view of the patrol car in front. I mouthed my ‘Thank you’ to the female driver, of course.

So there you have some samples of my strange events. There were more unrecorded synchs but those didn’t matter as much other than noticing more people walking their dogs in and around my neighborhood, more double digit codes and more intersections of automobiles as I drive merrily along while minding my own business.

Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20080106-Weird Stuff

Here are some weird events that others would not normally notice but me.

For the past two days, ‘Maw’ has been having a very itchy back. I had to help her scratch well between her shoulder blades. I think it’s her bra but I could be wrong. Maybe she is sprouting some wings. She deserves that much for going through lots of hard lessons in life with her family, friends and relatives.

Today, two vehicles pulled into traffic from the side of southbound HWY 101 and just before ‘Great America’ as we intersected their location. The first one was a blue van. The second one was a truck-like SUV. The ‘SUV’ fired from its exhaust and had to pull back into the side road. The driver had a white crispy shirt with a yellow patch on his left shoulder area. This event is one of many times where certain parked vehicles would leave their location as I drive by them.

On the evening of January 2, 2008 and prior to bedtime, I felt overcome with emotion. I think I was getting worn down (courtesy of TPTB). Usually I would cry this much if someone has passed on or experience PMS prior to the menses. But as I sent out my sadness to my ‘kind’, I felt a warm fuzzy feeling around my chest area. This was acknowledged with my many thoughts of: ‘Thank you’.

Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

20071227-Auto Angst

Today, I’ve spent another $720.00 for another ‘CHECK ENGINE’ light problem coupled with pieces of metal shaving in my transmission. The harsh downshift at freeway speed was the second concern and the jerk is noticeably worse afterwards. Darren J. (my service manager) quoted that I could expect to pay anywhere from $500.00 to $2,800.00 for a new transmission, which I didn’t — thank goodness!

The first ‘CHECK ENGINE’ light was fixed on 11/30/2007 by Frontier Ford, Santa Clara, CA. Michael B. (another service manager) was nice enough then and I received a generic courtesy letter for any concern the following day. It looked like he signed the paper and I brought that along with my paid invoice for yesterday’s ‘drop-off of whoa’ for the second time this year. The 11/30/2007 part for the ‘oxygen sensor’ is covered for 12 months. But ended I up paying for two new gas exhaust sensors instead.

I want to sell my 1998 Ford Mustang and need to buy a new one (and maybe a second one as another pending thought). This LONG and OVERDUE DELAY is yet another troublesome event, courtesy by TPTB. Unlike the former PM of late from today, I’m still alive to tell my tales by those whose tails I will surely chop off with my shiny blade of justice. (Please never mind me. I’m ranting again.)

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

20071221-Streetlights Off

My most recent blog was about my ‘check engine’ light problem from my 1996 Ford Mustang of stinky smelly gas. I believe my frustrated ‘thoughts’ from shopping too much for last minute Christmas presents early today have triggered the darn thing to turn on all of a sudden.

What I don’t know is how certain streetlights would turn off as I drive nearby such as: this and yesterday morning. I noticed, however, that my presence has done the same since the mid 1990’s where at least one streetlight would suddenly blink off. I’ve read about alien implants being the cause for such a paranormal event to occur.

I’ve entered a post in one forum of ‘Shrimpsei’ as a newbie years ago. But noone would believe me and (as in one poster’s response) claimed that the phenomenon is all natural and something about temperature changes within the light bulbs themselves. I say: ‘Phooey’!

These fools are taking my experiences too lightly. And their ‘indigo’ coloration can take an extra shade of blue in the face for all I care! My world is as real as my clenched fist readying for its upper cut on the laughing heads of these naysayers. A good karate chop to their necks and a straight kick into their guts should satiate my uncontrollable desire for justice. Hai-Yah!

Once again, there is no explaining what these ’signs’ mean to me or how they would ultimately affect my perception of my surrounding environment. All I know is that these ‘watchers’ are having their laughs with me joining in the fun but for only awhile longer until I get bored of belonging to anything which doesn’t make sense to me.

Oh and BTW, I’ve gotten tired of posting under the forums of ‘Shrimpsei’ because I’ve found another site rated at ‘number one’ (yeah, right) that chock full of topics from which I could post my entries. My last entry was a photo of my Lemurian Silk Choker, I think. I can’t remember though but y’all can take a hint that it’s time to wrap up that sandbox and move on to something else different. BORING!

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

20071221-Check Engine

My 1996 Ford Mustang is not well. The check engine light of orange color came on again after screaming mentally from shopping too much for last minute Christmas gifts. I hate shopping! It’s too tiresome just looking around for the already overpriced ‘bargains’. It’s a drag knowing I cannot afford to keep up this illusion of ‘good cheer’. It’s ridiculous!

Anyway, I ended up paying with my already mounting credit card debt for children’s clothes for some of my younger cousins, whom I hardly know well enough due to long distance being a factor. The older cousins are already working and are not on my ‘happy list’ from someone like me they hardly know as a cousin from the South Bay.

Hmmm: What does check engine mean to me? Besides, having something to do with the oxygen sensors not processing the mixture of fuel and whatever properly, it is a reflection of my woes — the LONG AND OVERDUE schmeal from years ago; my major thorn in this lifetime. And as a result, I’m unable to go beyond my means from a jobless state to freedom.

This would mean to scratch my other credit cards to cover the other open balances. Is this price of being too NICE??? I guess. And that is why IT WANTED something from me long, long ago. And IT WILL get something in return, if they continue to test my resolve! I should be THANKFUL for having a home and free reign of the second floor. But for how long will this last?

Author’s note: This blog is partially completed due to some OLD TIMERS riding on my last nerves here! This includes TPTB. I know I failed on some and succeeded on some. But I don’t care anymore! NEVER! Bye.

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

20071214-Blocking Way

We were waiting in line after filling out shopping cart today at the commissary store in Moffett Field, CA. I was standing to the left side of our shopping cart when I heard, ‘Excuse me’. I moved aside, left the gentleman through and heard ‘Maw’ say to me, ‘This is not your territory!’ Then both parental units exclaimed to me, ‘You are blocking the way!’

I am not at home either. I feel like I’m always in they way. People claim they are jealous of my parental units, whom I feel are in my way. I do not understand their jealousy or how truly blessed my current situation is in light of recent ranting and ravings about lost years and lost mails. I am where I’m meant to be for whatever reason. I’m trying to smile, too.

I want to leave, too. But I’ve nowhere else to go. Everywhere I go there are these creeps, who cough loudly as I walk by their vicinity. I do not understand my sensitivity to loud noises or why I take notice of their rude behavior. As usual I would flick them off subtly as if scratching various parts of my body in the feign attempt to acknowledge the redness in their faces. I like sending my frown face and lots of love, too.

Another example fine example of creeps (or lizards) was about my former boss from this very large company worldwide. She is Native American and she had encountered one of the enraged entities who used to be the plant manager of one of her former employer. Her story is similar to what DB and sons would encounter — people yelling very loudly at the top of their lungs and getting red in the faces with veins popping out of their necks.

I’ve not met anyone who would verbally assault me in public. But I do get my dose of those coughing creeps and drive-by watchers, who would try to cut me off in traffic. For example, today after morning mass, I wanted to go into the right lane and used the turn signal out of habit. THEN all of a sudden this eighteen wheeler truck with its empty rig pulls from a parked position off the side of the road and INTO my intended lane to the right! The driver of the truck had a narrow head with closed cut beard and olive complexion.

I told my parental units that ‘they’ wanted to ‘off me’ too. But they got angry for me relying on too much assumption. There is no used to explaining to them what I know or why I should convince them of my purpose. I am not paranoid but this is one of few times where people would run me off the road. I was driving ‘Paw’s silver Mercedes-Benz E430, too.

Another time was a white ’boat’ (or long car) that sped from behind me on the left lane and immediately in front of me to exit off of southbound 680 HWY and into Capitol Expressway. A few days ago there was an accident at the spot more to the right of where I would have been last Sunday. There was glass still on the curb of that off ramp, too.

I noticed that lots of ‘white’ vehicles would be patrolling our area too from AT&T to the city van because of the dark circular emblem on the sides of the front doors. I’ve been noticing the SJPD driving around my neighborhood, too, which should not be surprising since they noticeable increase of at least seven vehicles belonging to some ’renters’ across from our home.

I believed they are annoyed at us for blocking their public, parking spot with our two garbage cans every Thursday night. Someone had placed the dark, green ‘normal’ garbage can on the sidewalk, which rarely happens since those creepy goons moved into that empty house.

That one truck actually parked right up that can one time. On another occasion, the light gray with blue lid ‘recyclable’ can was on the public road but blocking the middle section of the driveway. After pointing at the cans repeatedly, I flicked them off, too, but they were inside their house.

So if I these lizards block my way, I block their way too and give them dirty looks (well sometimes I do send smiles, which work and people smile in return). I was wearing ‘Shrimpsei’s Lemurian Silk Choker today and wonder if that had an effect on these red faced entities at ‘DeCA’. Actually, it’s got to be me and I unknowingly cause people to choke on their spit. I really don’t know, basically.

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

20071210-New Stuff

Well, nothing actually new: clothes, hair and makeup. That’s about it for me. For those on my ‘happy list’, I’ve been checking my ‘priority’ package, which to me doesn’t seem to fast but cuts the delivery time by half a week. It should arrive today or tomorrow since 12/05/07. This is my hard work and if anything happens to that I won’t smile again.

I was thinking of getting ‘new wheels’. This would be my first offer to the world — a new truck, eh? Maybe it should a hybrid truck but the less electronic gadgets the better and less costly the repairs. I should know because the Benz repairs runs in the thousands. I’ll inherit this headache because ‘Squirrel’ doesn’t want this responsibility.

I know ‘they’ have the means — the network — to get out of any mess. But I’m playing along with their ‘demise’ of doom and gloom. Once again, all these hardships are test on ‘keeping the faith’ on who betrays me or not. Not all the money in the world could make this frown face of mine smile. It’s really in the giving that counts and the appreciate of thanks that goes straight to the heart.

As long as I know that I’m doing the best and the right things in life, there could be no wrong. Wrong is blogging early in the morning until I arrive late to work. I’m wearing my electric orange nail polish and have trimmed the crooked part of my hair to form bangs. I’ve decided not to wear my dark eye shadow. The image would make me too ‘Egyptian’. I wear two 22 karat gold hoops in each ear lobe by the way.

So yeah, I’ll smile too if only I observe the path TPTB as a whole takes is worthy. I AM WAITING! Drats! I have to put my lipstick, socks and new sketcher shoes on now before I am late for my temp job from hell. They really want me to stay and maybe I should be nice and work until May 2008. But we will see.

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

20070924-No Unions

General Motors a national strike
Use public transports: ferry, train or bike
A downward spiral — no more union strength
Economists knew - service sector length!
Oil: Rubber wheels, stereo, gas station?
From Industrial to Information
Do not negotiate with failed attempt!
Bring on hovercrafts - free energy tempt!
Now is the time to find your selves new jobs: –
Try computer skill, stop being a mob!

Author’s note: A poem in response to today’s recent news (Monday, 09-24-2007) about General Motors and unionized folks. The trend has been from an industrial nation to a more service oriented sector, where people like me work hard with skills appropriate for a particular job set and get ‘let go’ based on performance or other nefarious activities…

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

20070722-Sunday Spooks

It’s another sunny Sunday with clear blue skies. I’ve read an article about a forum member getting physically hurt from a vehicular accident caused by spooks, who are ‘agents’ that are out to kill people. He was wedge in between both SUV and truck. He was lucky to be alive.

I too am lucky to be alive. But instead of killing me physically, I am getting financially ruined by the same people who may be sponsored by the government. These groups appear to represent good in appearance but are underhandedly trying to prevent the truth from being revealed. They too are afraid of having their ‘heads blown off’ and by certain ’spooks’, by the way.

There is indeed a war going on between the good side and the bad side. Those that believe in unity are idiots. Those that believe in saving their own skins are idiots too. The point is that I do no know who is telling the truth anymore. Disinformation seems to spread through the news to confuse people like me.

I’ve gotten feedback from others that I’ll be okay. I do not know what this means but the feeling is not the same with the knowledge that harm is being done to people, who try to heal the earth. As mentioned in my previous blogs, there are ways to torture those who are not going to go along with spiritual fraud.

Today, while trying my best to ‘enjoy’ playing the piano for ’Kali-Maw’, a bunch of ‘La Raza’ goons drove by in front our home with their booming speakers and interrupted by beautiful noise. Their lowered vehicles happen to be black in color. This form of noise making is not the call of the wild by these skin heads. This is psychological warfare.

Since my neighborhood is already crawling with the enforcement likes of jackboots most recently, these ’spits’, who are capable of killing, resort to loudness instead. Other loudness of sputtering vehicles originates from ‘Aye-Cians’, Harley’s motorcycles, scooters and other mindless black robots.

The ones that don’t make too much noise appear as large ‘boats’ that cruise around for no apparent reason. There are large SUV’s that normally don’t belong in this part of town because most vehicles are usually the practical four-door sedans and those slower family vans.

Spooks are notorious for being the greatest offender of railroading people off the road. They would do anything to get their jobs done and without regret or with no emotions at all. Those without emotions are indeed soulless. These are the worse kinds and one could never be too careful while driving.

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