Jaizy May

I turned off auto renew on my pinkyguerrero domain today. I first nabbed it 7 years ago and had a bit of sport mocking the porn industry about it. I'd thought about letting it go before now but continued because it was still such a big deal and it was kind of like being front lines fighting the sex industry that farms humans and accounts like slaves. But I'm done now. If I'd been quicker on my feet this year I'd have let Lexxperience go, too, but I'll do that next auto renew. I was shown my old Lexxperience path in a dream the other night. The fandom is a spiritual wasteland, dregs of aging porn, drug, and alcohol addicts with nowhere to go. So what if I had stuck to my plan to create the coolest biggest fansite ever. Every bit of it is a waste. It doesn't matter if I shine at all in the kind of musty dark that never evolves or grows in a way conducive to actual human spiritual growth. It's just another big distraction. I'll renew LittleLexx on schedule ...

This might seem like an odd post. I agree. Nancys seem to be my personal Karens. I've only very recently realized this is a pattern over many years. My first Nancy living here is my mail carrier, so we go back 30 years. She has so regularly 'lost' or misplaced mail that I finally got a post office box for my own personal mail so the neighbors wouldn't know my daughter's life from her prolific snail mails holding long handwritten letters. Getting anything returned to us out of kindness is hit or miss, especially as some of our neighbors are antiquating alcoholics and 'hippies' so far gone on meds or drugs that the rest of their lives have been a litany of people dying off over the years all around us through cancers and whatnot. One story that still lives in quiet infamy in all our back closets is a neighbor shooting at her husband or something. She was a real mess. What makes it more fun is looking around the nice neighborhood sliding into grandchildren on m...

Hello, Singapore. Not a clue why, but my big #pinkyblog asploded over the last couple months. I so rarely even check stats anymore. The other (pretty dead) blogs kinda popping a little bit caught my eye, fell over when I got to the big blog when I cracked open all time since I started that blog. Most of the reading trails linking in to the other blogs that came after that blog (still Singapore) are really heavy philosophy and God stuff. I think there's a huge existential crisis brewin' and I think China's poor citizenry are on the cliff edge of questioning all of human existence before the whole planet turns into transgendered gay zombie robots. God loves the underdog. Remember that the existentioal leap off the cliff into the Jesus golden rule fruits of the spirit thing is the only way out of this mess. Politics won't save anyone. "I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life..." From my fave Star Wars series. One way out. https://youtu.be/TKB67KzjO4A

What are the odds that I'd get a random call from a number that, in part (not area code), leads to Hawaiian Telcom memorandum that includes redirects for Maui govt offices. I don't always have open time on my hands like this any more, but like they say, everything is connected. In case I come to this way later and wonder what the heck, the Maui fires are in the news lately, complete with accusations of DEW surgically incising native properties while multimillionaire properties of the rich and famous remain untouched. WHAT ARE THE ODDS that would happen just 3 hours after I posted this on a tiny new twitter. US govt as a foreign national type occupation in Hawaii, perhaps- link (find HAWAII /  HAWAII~23~MAR~09  /  HAWAII~27~FEB~2009  /  HAWAII-Sovereignty / HAWAI'I-Na-Kupuna-Constitution in title list). Freemason disputes between Hawaii and the US And then I looked up the Universal Postal Union.  Source . Note that telecommunications shows up here. Intere...

Her 10th birthday is this weekend. She basically owns me now. I am hers and she is my boss and I wouldn't do a thing to jeopardize that. 

I wasn't sure what direction this blog would be taking. Today I know. This morning I woke up from a long dream about college. I've had school and college dreams for many years, some I've told across blogs. The most important thing to know about the dreams is they aren't real life at all. I did well in college, sporting 192 hours in a specialized degree program with 2 partial masters. In this latest dream I was nearly reaching a bachelor degree in my last week of classes, but not only had I not attended all semester (and all year) but had been faking the system out making it look like I could reach the degree without having ever shown up for and passed a test through the entire program. Unlike previous dreams where this might have me in a panic, I was calm and in control, preparing to wrap things up and move on. The only real problem in the dream was not being able to find my car (or even identify the car), then losing my keys, then discovering my entire purse and everyt...