Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: automobiles

  • 20060508-Sacred Zoo

    To visit animals in zoos allows ordinary people the opportunity to learn of many different kinds of consumers living on this plant. This promotes the interaction between species that we would not otherwise have a chance to meet in the wild.

    Zoos are fine for our viewing pleasures and educational purposes yet confining to those who live behind enclosures that mimic their natural habitats. Although attempts are made to ensure the well being and comfort of our animal friends, I wonder if we are aware of any form of zoo larger than us.

    A white Beemer was in front of me for about half my traveling distance from home to work before it exited off of De La Cruz Blvd. at around 09:30AM. I interpreted its license plate and thought to myself that life is but a comedy in spite of all the bombardment of negativity from the mainstream media. I am sure that there are countless deeds of goodness that don’t make headlines.

    I imagined myself being much like an animal being exhibited for other’s amusment. I have much to offer from my simple and boring life as a novice writer. There is nothing to hide and fear is but a small factor to promote lack of trust among each other. All I could do is be myself and do the best with whatever I’ve learned from others.

    Once again, this morning’s event serves as a reminder to me of how blessed I am to be safe and sound from any harm and danger. I believe that we create in our minds some sort of protection for our sense of self and three dimensional properties and from unknown enemies and threats to our security.

    Still editing due to working 05-08-2006 03:55PM…
    Still pending due to laziness 05-09-2006 10:28PM…
    Maybe I should leave as is 05-10-2006 09:25PM…

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

  • 20060504-Drivers Nuts

    Privileged drivers are many. I see young and old alike on the road going places in their vehicles. Most have been driving calmly recently compared to the reckless days some ten years ago of my youth. The baby boomers are getting older with the next generation slowing down as well and I believe that drivers are being more careful.

    I think the surprisingly good weather allows drivers to become more aware of their natural surroundings. To concentrate directly in front and mostly horizontal while driving on the road is difficult when there are beautiful, fluffy white clouds floating above and majestic, tall green trees swaying in the gentle, crispy and cool breeze lately.

    There are times I want to stop off the road and take pictures. Each small event is memorable that way. And if the rules of the gray roads and if the cameras of the big brothers were not strictly placed, I would have surely stepped out of my vehicle more frequently and slowed down traffic for the curious onlookers.

    Today, I floored the accelerator of my Mustang to eighty miles per hour. My car does not like me to rev up the engine. And, thank goodness, I did not smell the smoke coming out from underneath the hood. My impatience causes my lead foot to take over and overtake the very slow and culturally challenged folks, for example.

    I happen to be a good driver to have avoided my many near misses over the years. This is because I already have a big head containing my already beautiful mind, which is able to calculate the distance between cars quite well.

    Although my eyesight is slightly weaker at night and my neck is painfully stiff, I am able to merge well enough to come within inches to a fender ahead with the some fifty-percent remaining on brake linings.

    Safety and courtesy are two important factors to help reduce any potential accidents, which are costly and time consuming. Drivers should play safe by smiling (through fakeness as well) and waving with friendliness instead of screaming out the windows as if possessed by some red faced entity.

    There are some lost, angry or hurried individuals that could use kindness in exchange for being rude. And this is another way I avoid being a target for the unstable drivers.

    Some drivers are nuts, inebriated or unreliable and should not be allowed to drive on the road. People could get hurt, seriously. Services, however, are available to assists those with special needs to get around.

    Tonight, I needed to find a way around my driver dilemma, which is the lack of available drivers online for my printer! This current operating system is not compatible with the old software because a popular company of this product decided not to have any updated drivers for downloading by the users.

    I want my money back in exchange for a faster and better printer from this company! I cannot believe drivers not being available for my particular printer would drive me nuts because this is the last piece of my little world that would make having a home computer possible.

    I think this is an ideal way to torture people by having us poor folks spend the extra money on new printers, which is unnecessary when there is there is still this old one that works fine on other operating systems.

    This might be another attempt to reduce the usage of paper, which is dead tree. Dead trees do not result in nice pictures, especially when drivers crash into said illusions from bark and branches of brown and leaves of green.

    There has to be a better way to print pages; take along anytime or anywhere, like reading while relaxing on the bed, and not have to worry about polluting our environment with paper waste, including other pollutants such as the smog emissions from both cars and companies.

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

  • 20060428-Heaven’s Hell

    A little white car passed in front of me with a license plate that took me awhile to decipher. After a couple of minutes of mouthing the letters slowly, my brain finally realized what the message meant. I smiled and thought of preferring heaven over hell anytime. While in my car, I knew this would make another masterpiece in blog.

    Although the traffic was slow as usual around 08:22AM and on my way to work along northbound Highway 101, I came to believe that this little sign of hope crossed my path to prod me onward with only good thoughts and positive attitudes. The partially cloudy morning did indicate that I have better work on making today another smooth one.

    Upon arrival at work at 08:35AM, there were little donuts and bagels leftover. Usually there should be more remaining around 09:00AM but at least I’ve gotten a half portion of dry donuts, which I will wash down with the brown coffee of yuck later on from work. This should start the day out fine with some sweets.

    I sat down at my cubicle; immediately whipped out my passwords and logged online to process my credit card payments, which are all close to being maxed out. I have a total of six credit cards that I hope to one day bring down to zero balance and close out altogether. Living on credit is no fun and dwelling on cash is only an illusion.

    Hoping for lots of money is hell when there is none to be found. Experiencing anger and betrayal continues to challenge any prospective recipient of any good deal. The feeling could be similar to a practical joke I saw on television where people thought they won the lottery on fake numbers given by family members.

    Living without lots of money is hell after wealth has been enjoyed. Personally, if I worked hard to earn my place in society and suddenly fell off the ladder of success, I would feel very depressed and perhaps quite vengeful. I do not know anyone who would expect death as the next means to salvation of soul or peace of mind.

    Today, my little piece of heaven was feeling the euphoric buzz from drinking the US5.95 note worth of a tall frosty sized mug of margarita with salt and lime, which I did not squeeze into my beverage for extra flavor. For lunch, my co-workers and I walked a few blocks at a Mexican restaurant where I had my fill of the chicken wrap for around US8.95 notes.

    The day once again was filled with high hopes, cool breezes, clear blue skies and good company. Walking on ugly, yet comfortable low heel shoes of fake leather, black color has made my brief trips between the restaurant and the twelve story building tolerable. There were nice flowering bushes that lined the side walks and very small orange blossoms from low ground covers of which I wanted to take pictures.

    Heaven is further expanded when I got a chance to chat with a new twenty year old, Yahoo! Member, who happens to play guitar. I do not understand why people mostly of Middle Eastern or South Asian Indian descent and younger lads ten years or more my junior would want to chat with me. My astrological reports indicated my future mate, if any, is an older guy by the way.

    Maybe it’s my black hair or my aura that attracts certain would be perpetrators. I do not consider any Yahoo! chatters my general public but rather curious strangers in need to connect with potential friends, like me. I love chatting and the fact that this service is available allows me to further practice my writing skills.

    I was feeling good from the alcohol and that reflected on my chatting messages, which I could archive and retrieve later on for documentation during my down times. According to this member, my personality was shown as humorous, outgoing and more positive. This is who I am deep inside without the need for alcohol, which would have allowed him to take advantage of me.

    Since my ego, like my already big head, is larger than life, I tend burn the candle at both ends and leave people to their own devices. Later I started to show no interest with this guy who, like most Yahoo! chatters, is out for only one thing. If they wanted to really get to know me, my Yahoo! 360 blogs are available for viewing and e-mailing is another option to track these members.

    Heaven is nice weather and nice people. Hell is evil money driven by bad people. If I were to choose between heaven and hell, I’d be a happy woman among people who could enjoy life with all its natural simplicity without depending on money, alcohol or other sinful experiences to further degrade the human souls.

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    Friday April 28, 2006 – 09:11am (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060326-Car Phases

    Car ownership is a great responsibility. One learns all the rules of the road and how to be courteous to other drivers. Driving a car allows a person to run daily errands and to enjoy the scenic routes. The privileges of driving behind the wheel have allowed my bio-units to get around and go places.

    There are three simple phases that I made up to describe the evolution of our bio-units unit: newbies, peak and retirement. I’d like to utilize examples of each car that my bio-units ever owned to describe small events that filled our lives with memories. We still have pictures of these cars, which are seven in total.

    Phase One-Newbies: The newbie phase is a testing ground that goes uphill and is difficult to climb. Couples are blissfully unaware of what challenges lie ahead in their relationship. My bio-units struggled financially without any support from bio-units or friends to guide their new life in America. They lived in apartments and military houses.

    As newlyweds back in those years, my bio-units owned their first light blue Chevy. That used car brought us home from the naval hospital in Portsmouth, VA when Brat and I were infants. We went to parks and beaches and traveled in the snow from this car. This Chevy was given to (once again) ungrateful relatives on Maws side that came to America in the 1980’s

    The second one was a dark green Buick Electra 525. Our childhood was filled with good moments with this car. Brat got his face stuck in the electrically powered window and of course he cried. We traveled to Virginia Beach and fished along the beach near the ruins of military area. My bio-units loved fishing back then as Brat poked with a wood stick into the bucket filled with the captured fish.

    One time I drained the battery while listening to the radio without setting the key to accessory mode. My first behind-the-wheel was this car. The accelerator pedal was very smooth and easy to step on because of the powerful gas guzzling eight cylinder engine. This Electra was totaled in an accident. I missed that car.

    Phase Two-Peak: The peak phase is a middle ground and the highest point in a relationship. The bio-units unit undergoes growing pains as each try to live a normal life with relatives and friends. With both bio-units working, the bio-units was able to eat better and enjoy living comfortably in a single bio-units residence.

    The third car was a bright red Chevy Citation. The car replaced the Electra to allowed Paw to travel long distances. This was a beater car and the first kind of front wheel drives. This Citation was donated to a brother of Maws friend. He lives down the road and still uses this vehicle. We would point out as we drive down that road, “Hey, there’s Paws car!”

    The fourth car was a dark maroon Toyota Corolla. This car was also a beater car that Maw used to go to her work. Brat and I used this car briefly after high school. This was given to the same ungrateful relatives who in turn sold it to another buyer. Brat scared the new owners somewhere in a parking lot by exclaiming, “Hey, that used to be our car!” Because he recognized the stickers still left on the bumpers.

    The fifth car was a bright white Honda Accord. This car was used mostly by me when I attended college. It was used to go to some parties and study with some friends. Brat took over this car as he commuted miles north in Hayward, CA. He used this car to date a lot too but he ended up totaling the car coming home from work one day.

    Phase Three-Retirement: The retirement phase is the final stage that seems to go faster downhill each year. Each bio-units unit has accomplished much over the growing years and both Brat and I have new lives to lead and potentially families of our own to raise. My retired bio-units no longer struggle financially due to their hard work and dedication to their bio-units over three decades. Their jobs, however, will still continue when the next generation is born.

    The last two cars are new additions to the garage. The sixth car is a light gray Mercedes E420, which is their retirement car. Brat and I insisted they get this last one for themselves because they deserve something descent. The gas it guzzles is not practical in today’s high gasoline price, which in my area is around $2.90 per gallon for the premium at Octane 91.

    Maw and Paw usually take this car to attend mass daily in the morning. Maw has not driven behind the wheel of this one and I understand why. This one is too big to sit inside. Besides, we three don’t mind looking ‘cool’ while driving one these powerfully fast cars.

    The seventh car is a light aquamarine Mazda Protege. This serves as their second hand car in case the other one is in repair. Paw chose the color because it’s his birth color for the month of May. I like this car because it fits me like a glove for my short stature of 5’4″. The only things I don’t like about it are the poor braking system and terrible suspension system. These two existing cars will either be passed on to Brat or me.

    I’ve driven all six cars in my lifetime and will always know the difference in driving experiences of each one. The oldest cars are always the toughest as the newest ones get easier to handle and more fuel efficient. The bio-units is like new cars and each generation is always more improved. Growing up together with cars has made our lives easier. Cars have been part of the bio-units.

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    Sunday March 26, 2006 – 10:22pm (PST) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060326-Scary Stuck

    It is scary having to worry about being stuck in the middle of nowhere and not knowing what to do or where to go. The only other time my Mustang failed to start was in the parking lot of a temporary job up in the Alameda County some three years ago prior to getting this current full time employment in Santa Clara, CA.

    It was summer and the air was very hot. I was one of the last people to leave this building and did not have to keys for this place.

    I tried starting my car many times over. I tried adjusting the automatic transmission to make sure it was on ‘Park’, tried rocking the machine back and forth while still seated and tried to disable the alarm manually from the steering column and with my remote control. Click, click went the alarm and still no good. The engine was dead and I was sitting in the car without the air conditioner working. I was worried.

    I couldn’t figure out what went wrong. At least I had my cell phone and the battery is running low. Great, this made this situation much harder. Good thing ‘Squirrel-Ling’ answered the phone and told me to try putting the transmission on ‘Neutral,’ which I did and the car rolled slightly forward into the bushes up front because I didn’t set the parking brakes. This didn’t work either.

    I started to panic and tried leaving phone messages to (once again) ungrateful relatives living two minutes down the road. This was not helping and as a last resort had to call the insurance company on what remaining batter power I had left on my cell phone. This was such unfortunate luck on us temporary workers! I didn’t have cash on me but luckily had something left on my seven credit cards.

    The tow truck wouldn’t arrive for another one hour! And the sun was already setting in an unfamiliar neighborhood in the middle of an industrial park with no one else in sight. It’s was another creepy moment for me.

    At least the weather started cooling off and had to use the restroom badly too! This was not good and had to try starting this engine soon or I’ll have to answer to nature behind the many bushes I mentioned earlier. This was an insufferable time in my life.

    I tried starting the engine again and it worked! Oh, the joyous sound of purring engines gave me relief. I managed to call the insurance company and cancel the request when my cell phone went dead. I told myself to buy the phone charger for hooking up to cars next time.

    I found out later on that if I lifted the rubber covering over the steering column and blew into it this would cool down and the alarm system enough for me to start the engine. Being stranded is not fun and if I wasn’t a strong willed individual I’d cry and became a hopeless mound of sorrow.

    Being scared and stuck is no fun at all especially when one is alone or at night to make matters worse. I’ve been lucky enough many times to avoid being and feeling left to my own devices. I know that there is support of real people or helpers of unknown forces. No one is ever truly in any danger with some faith at least. 

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

  • 20060309-Not Annoying

    Dark heavy rain clouds of gray and black colors started brewing over Mt. Hamilton when I left work tonight at 17:00PM Pacific Time. The rain has not yet fallen as I came home around 17:30PM Pacific Time.

    I saw lots of white specks of flying objects against these huge purple masses of puff. These birds are too far away to been seen by me as I drove home in my Mustang. These are birds, perhaps seagulls, and they ride the cold air.

    The definite smell of rain was in the air. And later about and hour or so, the rain fell. Here is my take on how anything unusual or out of the ordinary in my reality should not be so annoying. These events are real and are in no particular order. And action!

    Road Warriors-Take One:

    Blue station wagon: The only unusual sight tonight was this broken down blue station wagon without at least one hubcap that didn’t belong to my neighborhood. The driver was fat and was driving very slowly past a cul-de-sac. I had to go around to its left to avoid hitting that car because I thought the car was not working properly. Then after two minutes from getting out of my car to stepping indoors to my home, he sped off fast in the opposite direction towards the railway intersection.

    Light tan van: Last weekend, I saw a light tan colored van parked at that yellow fire hydrant and with a guy holding up his camera from the driver seat. He was about to take my picture from my second story bedroom window but I smiled to him, closed the blinds and mentally said, ‘No, Thank you.’ He sped off fast towards the railway intersection.

    Small white car: This occurred on 11-24-2004 at 08:00AM. There was one small white car with a white man wearing sunglasses and sitting inside while reading a newspaper. Brat and I were about to leave for work in the morning. So I ran upstairs to grab my camera and noticed from my bedroom window upstairs that he tilted his head ever so slightly to his left in a kind of sideways fashion as if listening. I went outdoors to take a closer look but didn’t take a quick picture of his license plate holder with the word Oakland written on top. He sped off fast northbound after Brat opened up the automatic garage door.

    Various: Dramas viewed from inside our house occur such as: lovers fighting and brawling loudly at the same intersection; domestic disputes across and next door to us; the big red fire engine sounding off a celebration of someone’s birthday (right after the September event years ago; parked cars with people inside looking at kids play (sickos) or watching other peoples’ houses (weirdos); big trailer rigs being moved every 48 hours along different parts of this stretch of road; numerous cars going in and out of this other cul-de-sac for over ten years now and accidents occurring as we look outside from our windows in amazement.

    Noisy ones: Strange vehicles seem to want to make their mark in the world by making circles with their on my road during full moons. I saw one that drove a blue car and he looked Asian. Others are the artistic vehicles, such as cycles, riders and rockets, are museum quality and should be presented at those shiny car shows.

    Sitting ducks: People inside their vehicles would park along my normal or other routes to work. They would pull out from their original position immediately leaving dust in their wake or slowly after my passing approximately one block away. They would follow not too far behind me, of course. I change lanes; they change lanes. They tailgate; I brake somewhat hard. It’s like a cat and mouse game. And I still wonder why they do that to me.

    Other ducks: Workers on the road provide clear signals as I pass by their location. They’d flash their oranges services lights, blink their intention to move into faster moving traffic or eve put out their orange construction cones on the road. This would be fun to image that I’m popular without having to try. Maybe my Mustang is bugged over and needs a good car wash soon.

    Air Waves-Part Two:

    Jet planes: Jet planes are flying over way in the distance somewhere is heard and has been going on for the past fifteen minutes now. The lions roar from these engines is very distinct. These military activities happen when there are dark rain clouds above. I do not know why they would practice at night. And I’m not aware of any air show. They stopped their fly-bys around 07:47PM Pacific Time.

    Passenger planes: Passenger planes operate almost directly overhead everyday. The closed windows provide some relief against the noise. SJC currently has noise-based curfew hours from 23:00PM to 07:00PM Pacific Time (for FAR 36 Stage II aircraft). This noise reduction curfew is good for the sake of both sleeping residents indoors and denizens outdoors.

    Light Planes: Light planes operate almost everyday. These would fly over rain clouds and the distinct smell of metal would linger in the air. The humming noise of light planes reminds me of the Malathion spraying done by these planes over our neighborhood and other places during that fruit fly epidemic back in the 1980’s. That’s when these mysterious flu-like symptoms started appearing.

    Helicopters: Flying black helicopters appear occasionally. The rotary noise is distracting but the new models could switch to silent mode. Sometimes these copters would hover over our house or pause about a block away. Usually these would fly around the neighborhood with their search lights at night looking for whatever or whoever was below the area.

    Helicopter lights: Sometimes helicopters would acknowledge my location by flashing their bright light in my direction (without blinding me, of course). But I don’t recall getting their attention by jumping up and down in foolish excitement outdoors or by waving to them from our windows.

    Passing By-Part Three:

    Spare change: During our first few years here, we had a person come to our door asking for help and didn’t know what to do. I think he was lost too. It was daylight. My bio-units gave him some change and he was never seen again.

    Two thugs: Brat and I were young and playing at night in the living room. Then all of the sudden we heard the doorknob rattle and some knocking. We stopped knowing Maw won’t be home until later past midnight. I looked out the window and to the right saw two white men in beards. I was scared and called Maw at work. Brat stuck his tongue out at them as I made the call. She called the neighbor and they came over. The two men were never seen again.

    Smoking guy: Years ago-almost twice, I noticed this one guy walking towards the railway intersection. Each time he would light up his cigarette under this now blinking on and off streetlight next to the house across from us. The second time was at 03:00AM Pacific Time and this time there was a dog walking with him. I stopped to look down from the top of the stairways out the window and he looked up after successfully he lit that cigarette. The lights were off from inside the house because that is the only way I could see clearly outside into the darkness without the three light bulbs from the ceiling reflecting back from the upstairs window. There was no way he could have noticed as I stared from up there. He was never seen again.

    Lost lady: A few years ago, there was this brunette-haired lady. It was daylight. My bio-units came home and had the garage door open. Maw came inside to the kitchen after talking to the lady and told me the lady was lost and the bus didn’t arrive. The nearest bus stop that I know at that time was a good fifteen minute walk. Maw said that the lady needed a taxi cab; so I call one and told the operator that this lady walked a quarter mile and ended up asking us for help. We waited for the cab. I “waved” my right hand at her and she seemed to have buckled forward as if she was about to fall. She got in the cab and was never seen again.

    Epilogue:

    I feel like a mother hen roosting on her nest of eggs as she watches out for any possible sign of potential danger in and around her neighborhood. Being a neighbor is a responsibility and called the emergency a few times when I could have called the information line instead. I get annoyed at myself for not knowing how to better handle situations that don’t always happen. It’s not so annoying though knowing we as helpers are always watching each other and the neighborhoods we live.

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    Thursday March 9, 2006 – 07:45pm (PST) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060307-Stand Stills

    Here we go again, it’s time to blog. I try to practice my novice writing skills by blogging at least once a day. My brain is currently at a standstill and had to sit in front of this computer for a good thirty minutes while waiting for the cogwheels in my mind to start spinning.

    This almost feels like being stuck in a gridlock during rush hour and not using the restroom prior to leaving work. That is what happened when a car is not used for a long time. The engine, like my writing brain, takes longer to start. I remember dark black smoke coming out of the exhaust pipe of one of our cars due to not using it for two weeks.

    Over the years my bio-units paid off in cash a total of seven vehicles and are currently down to two now. It’s all about working hard and saving. Donating these vehicles came from their hearts, of course. And that’s how we are.

    I prefer to be the minimalist in the family and let Brat have the headache of paying for the maintenance and repair of these two cars once they are his, if he wants. I already have my gray colored 1996 Ford Mustang and it runs fine except that I have to be careful not to accelerate too fast or I’d start smelling smoke from underneath the hood.

    I already spent too much on that car with new tires and its major tune ups at those expensive dealerships, which have the parts anyways. I think my brakes are feeling squishy and it’s making a squeaking noise each time I press the brake pedal. I don’t like my car breaking down on me.

    I should utilize the public transportations like VTA buses and BART train system more often instead of looking “cool” in a fast car. I could avoid these harrowing experiences of being stranded, costly repairs, these high auto insurances costs and rising gasoline prices.

    We do have these VTA bus stops that are approximately a quarter a mile or so apart. The closest is fifteen minutes away from our house and have traveled that distance on foot while attending high school.

    It was when I reached age eighteen that I actually started using a car for attending college. As for the BART system, I use that to go up to San Francisco once in awhile. Next, I’ll learn how to ride the local trains here for fun to found out what it is like.

    There is still the option of selling my paid-off, six-cylinders Mustang for a more fuel efficient Hybrid vehicle instead. I may either opt to take the public transportation, buying that Hybrid version for the sake of our environment, carpooling with no real friends, cycling with worn out knees or walking five miles to work on aching feet.

    Wouldn’t that be nice if we all could ride on mini hovercrafts that are totally stealthier and sleeker in design and didn’t need the likes of oil or oil derivatives to run the advanced anti-gravity engine? I think this profitable and futuristic opportunity would be much cleaner for our atmosphere and the air we breathe.

    I love breathing fresh air. We may be able to avoid these worrisome standstills when there are parts and fuel that never need to be replaced. Oh, but I must be thinking way ahead of our current intelligence because the general populace don’t have access to those transporters or star gates or time-travel technologies. Darn!

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    Tuesday March 7, 2006 – 09:11pm (PST) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060301-Blog Buggings

    I am trying to type this blog up fast because I don’t know how long I could stay online. I presume that either or both my local phone company and my internet service provider do not seem to work properly the whole day.

    I managed to get online earlier this morning to chat with my supervisor at work and then all of the sudden, after making several attempts the whole afternoon, I could no log online, which was not very good for bloggers like me. I would be minimally satisfied knowing that at least one blog made an entry on the same day my creative and beautiful mind manages to churn out for my public’s amusement.

    My dial-up service is very reliable, inexpensive and I have been using this since the year of 2000. The ISP is located in Texas. My local area code is 408 and is serviced by a number one phone company. (I Should Be Careful for being too honest). I have the WirePro service plan so I won’t be charged extra fees if the phone company happens to walk onto said property with affected phone service AND happens to find problems related to indoor wiring and/or phone equipments.

    I know from the past that the green colored relay boxes have been unlocked in the past and are now secured. There seemed to have been some switching problems in the past that affected my phone service and the fact my phone line either lost dial tone or sounded very noisy. So I know for a fact that both my wiring and phone equipments are fine from my rear end.

    This blog is in no way to prove that this phone company is intentionally trying to make me report the many, many incidences via email regarding the phone problems ever since the installation of the secondary phone line back in October 1998.

    I have noticed an increase on service vehicle activities (recently blue colored vans with 1 + 1) in and around my neighborhood after an event on September some years ago. They would park almost in the same areas to ‘service’ the remote boxes. Maybe I should get DSL to replace my slow dial-up service from Texas. Perhaps, I will need a DSL filter to reduce the static noises too.

    I am angry that us poor folks (especially me) like to dial out once in while to make contact with the outside world from our lonely lives indoors. I am especially angry when a couple of little old ladies speaking in their native Filipino languages were being interrupted by clicking noises. Their phones are also new and both are somewhat hard of hearing.

    So the clicking noises they once heard during their conversations over the telephone does disservice for these nice ladies who worked very, very hard under this great union that our Civil War Soldiers fought so hard with their own lives so that the future old timers would have better lives in freedom and peace.

    Isn’t time we all get along and stop being so paranoid if some non-English speaking folks happen to scream over the phone while in a heated debate over some bingo game at a local Christian church? I think we’d better learn to trust each other once and for all and get the real perpetrators of injustices done or being done towards the poor folks, the old folks and plain folks with special needs to get around town.

    I am being very adamant right now because I love communicating and the phone, along with internet service, are good tools to allow this one writer her insights and experiences to be expressed to her public. Basically, it is simply not safe to have a phone line not working in case of emergency. Amen, I say!

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