Month: January 2015

To my dear readers,

Regarding trust, deception, betrayal.

I don’t trust anyone. I can’t trust myself. I’m human and imperfect. Y’all also need to watch yourselves.

If y’all believe this New Age clap-trap of benevolence and goodwill, be shaken to a staged actor who will come forth as a Messiah. (Incoming thought a few minutes ago).

Y’all are falling for the “manipulation” from/by advanced alien forces. Y’all will never find peace. There can be nothing but fear and terror. Hell is here and now.

For example, would y’all trust outsiders to run your kingdom? Hell no! I rest my case. Further, would y’all let someone touch your prized museum-quality antique vehicle? Hell no! Again, trust none, even unto yourselves, period.

Because your thoughts may/night not be your own and though you try as you must, sometimes your words and actions may/might originate not from within yourselves.

This has been a public service rant.

With lots of hisses,

Evil Kitty

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To Clemeister,

What’s up? Are you still trying to climb the ladder of success with your orthopedic shoes? It was only my imagery during my shower an hour ago or so. He!

Anyway, my parents and I are no longer active members of SVP. I’m only volunteering because I love music. So we’re only attending Sunday morning mass.

After the lack of support from the likes of the pastor, I called the rectory to have our contact information removed from their list. But we received the ADA pledge and February weekly envelopes and probably for the last time.

I don’t blame former membera from bailing out of that place. There’s too many politics of which you and your family knows all too well.

I know why Ate Cheese is in Montreal. But because of the poor smartphone reception and without my white ear plugs, I could barely understand something about a crazy single woman living alone.

I really don’t know or care. I’m learning how to be positive and proper over the phone. All I wonder is why you don’t have kids of your own.

You seem to work well with them last Monday night. You also seem to love your Mother by giving her a bear hug in front of me.

There’s nothing you can do to stop her from traveling far and wide for those people. That’s why I emphasized that she really is needed here at home with her family, most especially the church.

She’s a nice person but too dedicated to the religious scams of salvation. I may/might have heard her mention something about prophecy. Focus on the symbol of “infinity” and the outcome will alway CHANGE!

Beware! These scammers could at least give us a hint to as when we single folks would get, say, married! But that won’t ever happen, eh?

I was going to add that your Dad sounds disappointed when he let out two long sighs. Your Mom got tired of the old man. But he needs to be checked on daily.

My own Dad is a couple of years older than your Dad and he is getting slow from overwork all his life. He needs some supervision.

Yeah, that’s all. I was going to add whatever I noticed but got lazy and forgot. He seemed to respond positively to my greetings.

I guess old guys just need to be treated like kids. Give them kindness and their okay. Are you being mean to him, huh?

I keeping my eyeballs on you

With lots of hisses,

Evil Kitty

To Matt Meister and pals,

Dudes! Y’all need to fix the stuff in the post editing section of my dashboard! Pronto! Being that I’m a picky-picky person, I was trying to “Quick Edit” the post ‘slug’ fields by deleting that content only and merely saving the edited changes, forcing the ‘slug’ element to reflect the untouched ‘post title’ element.

But for whatever reason, I cannot click into any of the ‘Quick Edit’ links for only my ‘Prompt Me’ posts. I would have to ‘refresh’ the screen via the ‘F5’ function button. And then the same issue behaves badly! I only have the first week of the ‘daily prompt’ to rename, meaning the ‘post title’ and ‘slug’ should match.

Also, for whatever reason, when I place my mouse pointer h/over the “View” link to take a peek at how the ‘slug’ is or is NOT successfully renamed, the hover feature doesn’t display properly! I just get the display tag as “View [followed by the post title element] but without the associated display tag of the hyperlink. WTF? Ugh!

My current web browser is: Internet Explorer 11 Version 11.0.9600.17498.

Fix it now and appease your Mistress!

With lots of hisses,

Evil Kitty

In my recent blog, I reported when my lawyer contacted me via email. That was the third morning in a row that Loca Lolita, the next door neighbor, timed her outdoor activities with ours. I would normally leave around 0650 a.m. And so she would pretend to garden NEAREST our shared fence, to hose down her daughter’s white HONDA CR-V with CA license plate “4 SIX four ‘the reverse value of the astrological Pisces sign’.

Well, this morning, the bitch was ready to pounce. We instructed Dad to go back to sleep and deal with the garage bins later on when the neighbors leave home. Usually Dad picks-up the carts immediately after the city trucks pickup our garbage and recycling bins.

At around 0745am and when I was about to drag my blue-colored rolling cart full of food, water, and beauty supplies from the our front door and down the path, out of the corner of my right eye, I caught her going down her driveway between Virgil’s dark-blue Honda Accord and the avocado tree, to retrieve the two city bins – recycle and garage.

I could hear how angrily and very LOUDLY she dragged the two carts back up the side alley and then pretended to work in the garden and on the white mini-SUV. I quickly timed-out for five minutes and reported the incident to Mom, who was patiently waiting behind the iron grill of our front door.

I couldn’t wait and then turned on the hose on my car while hiding behind the garage wall. Then I loaded the roller cart in the trunk and proceeded to get into my car. I saw Mom mimicking the arm exercises of the crazy bitch, who would pretend to mind her own business.

That’s how professional workers deal with the disabled like her. Y’all have to show these disabled that you are mimicking their bad behavior. It’s a mirror of how stupid they are. As instructed by TPTB and pals, the bitch ran and hid inside the garage.

Yesterday and prior to leaving for choir practice around 1920 pm, Loca Lolita was already having her stupid/crazy episodes. As soon as I turned the right-angle corner past our garden hose, she also was walking past her garden hose. Only she was humming to herself and had outstretched arms while holding up a light scarf and swinging it freely from behind her head. She was dancing, too.

I mentally told her that you are still loved. As I quickly got inside my car I mentally told her to run back inside the garage and close the garage. The entity received my visual request and complied. That’s how profound the Singularity operates. That’s why I MUST continue to counter my frustrations with positive programming.

I noticed the other day when the Vietnamese drove their large/white SUV into the right side of their driveway. There was loud commotion going on from that pink-colored house, which is located directly in front of the 1335 house of Loca Lolita.

As soon as I reversed my car to go somewhere, Loca Lolita came out IMMEDIATAELY, pretending to check the empty mailbox. She was wearing a pony-tail, which I similar to mine. Again, that’s another sample of how profound the Singularity operates – the AIF lacks any creative forces and must mimic others to blend in with and disguise themselves among ‘humanz’.

She seemed calm and ‘human’ at that point. But overall she has been quiet. She still is sick and I don’t understand why America and its stupid laws allows crazy people to live among the normal people. She must go home to the Philippines where she will be better treated.

I’m sure the ongoing diversion programs of the County of Santa Clara is doing all it can to stop her from stalking, harassing, abusing me. But I don’t think it’s working because she’s still living next door to us. Huh.

For the past few days, I noticed my smartphone got the following error message:

Unknown error code during application install -110″

After doing a quick reference search online, I’m currently doing a factory reset. The only files that seem important are located under DCIM as my images and my Music files.

Everything else is belongs to system files. So I trying to connect to my Google (666) account and will attempt getting the code via a regular computer. Idiots!

Holy crap! It takes freaking ten minutes to warm up my food! There was a line of disabled adults warming their food.

As for Phil, he is uptight! At least he is kept busy printing his damn report on  orange pages of which three of mine came out.

The guy seems overwhelmed and is using the meeting feature in MS Outlook to schedule time to bug me.

Actually he is good with auditing my work but we both failed to see that one check, which was the very first one, doesn’t belong to NCM.

So after twenty minutes of being in the phone with a customer, I was multi-tasking between her phone call and sccaning today’s batch deposit of 63 checks.

I still don’t know how to navigate their proprietary accounting system that well and of course would give this asshole dumb answers. I pronounce it E-LIGHT, not like elitist, or E-Lite.

The area that I’m working in is no good until they take away the manual process of gathering the backup paperworks, or remittance advices, and implement electronic uploads automatically. It’s slow! I get impatient like Phil.

I can’t enjoy doing my customer service function on the phone if he keeps interrupting me. Of course, I told him yesterday that it is helpful that he cross-checks my work.

I like working for good companies such as NCM, because they are in the business of helping people through OT, PT, whatever.

But it is unfortunate because the travel is one hour, one way, at the legal speed limit of 65 miles per hour, is too long on my nerves. Stress is not good.

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Just recalled, two days ago, a customer told me that I “earned my paycheck”. I really hate being pleasant over the phone!

The following day, another customer had me spell out my real first name and says, “So it’s true!” I said “Foxtrot” for the first letter and then the rest.

Bahaha! See? I told y’all! I’m so fucking vetted in Silicon Valley that I’ll soon be known as Evil Kitty, the unwanted consultant from hell!

Anyway, I don’t care for customer service satisfaction because I’m quite mean and nasty. I’m acting hyperactive because I hate working with people!

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Oh, Holy Lemurs with their eyes all aglow and wondering if humanz will ever know just how intelligent God’s critters are created.