Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: business

  • 20111109-More Spooks

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    After church and en route to mail off Paw’s envelop to the post office, Maw exclaimed that there was graffiti on our fence. My blood pressure went up when I caught a glance at the offense. But I had to calm down and concentrate on driving.

    Then we went to get gas for Paw’s MB E430. While waiting in the car, I told Maw that it’s a divine sign to get rid of the bending fence and sloped cement slabs. And that perhaps THD and pals probably wants more of our business. She said if I had money to pay: But since the FAT BASTARD and pals have not repaid what belongs to me (MY HARD EARNED CASH) after eleven slong years, I told her heck no. (In my mind, if everygthing is supposed to be mine, they should pay now instead of wait later. But they don’t think like us kids. To me that’s selfish.)

    After buying gasoline for the car, we went home. At 9:10am, I attempted to call the Graffiti and Litter “hotline” at 408-277-2758 (three times). But the voice messaging system instructed us to call the 866-249-0543 number. At 9:20am, the Graffiti Protective Coating Inc. cleaned up the fence with high powered water spray. They did the rest of the neighborhood. Maw almost cried and almost hugged David in gratitude. Of course, there are lots of free spaces where people won’t get into trouble. Only REAL art count, not the ones done by CIA operatives on OUR place!

    We had Sara from THD called Paw to say the city messed up our permit for a new roof. Paw is so senile that he kept repeating and asking/verifying how they will start on Friday instead of Thursday, which would be the time I unload my HARD/yard work, which I loved doing recently.

    Then Osvaldo, the roof installer came by to take a look at the public post (which is attached with blue tape next to our front door) first and then our property.

    Later at around 13:00pm, Fred (with his amigo) from Valdez Upholstery came by to pick up our fabric of eight yards and eight seat templates of wood/cushion. They will replace the wood/cushion and do a welting on the bottom of each new upholstery! They give EXCELLENT service (as per their black logo on the back side of their white van).

    Overall, private businesses, sellers, contractors and the workers know what they are doing. It’s the customers, buyers, clients and the bosses who sometimes don’t understand their line of work and quick/professional communication skills. I guess Paw and I got excited and let our emotions/adrenaline cloud our better judgment, except Maw who understands everything! Hehehe.

  • 20111109-Dream Journal

    Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone today at 07:01am.

    I dreamt of walking ten stories upstairs in a counter-clockwise direction. The walls were white. The stairs were dark wood. I found myself underneath the stairs and walking barefoot through puddles of water, which were upon the rough and uneven surface of cement. I emerged in a general two o’clock direction and wanted to go upstairs in a clockwise direction.

    Next I saw the boy playing with a rocket/launcher from our backyard at night. The rocket was fired and went westbound, leaving some trail. But I saw it landing rather flat in the distance. The boy came over to the back door and smiled to us. He told us about his firing his rocket in the skies. Maw told the boy to “cease and desist”.

  • 20111107-More Spooks

    Paw was a “mad man” as Maw apologized to the poor apricot tree, whose MAIN branches of bearing fruits were chopped by Paw. I punished Paw by making him (via Maw, of course) saw off the four wooden legs of Maw’s orchid shed with both the circular saw and his OLD hand-held saw. I busied myself with sweeping up the leaves and removing the leaves from the main branches/limbs of the poor tree until Maw hollered that we forgot her eye appointment at 1:30pm. That’s my punishment to her too for being an overbearing foreman. This went on after breakfast all the way to 6:30pm at night.

    At around 12:32pm or earlier, I saw how a large WHITE truck with a crane arm and/or bucket waiting across from our street. It had a VERY large, dark-colored window, which seemed to stretch as far as the driver side door. I stayed for a few minutes until we removed the floating middle piece to Maw’s shed. I mumbled under my breath something about our city being communist and flicked off my fingers several times at the vehicle and at the low flying planes overhead earlier that morning.

    Then at around 2:30pm to 3:00pm, Ben and Minh came by with their grandson Derek, who played “boo”, his scary Halloween, with my parakeets; while the four old people talked with each other. They picked up their specially made “netting” of black color from Maw’s dismantled shed last week; so they could use it to cover their chayote squash, which the damn Asian‘s next door stole on behalf of Buddha. That fat bastard sucks, always smiling and laughing at people who offer food and drink because of tradition.

    Later on that evening and while I was still removing/separating leaves from branches, I heard one LOUD car attempting to make rubber markings (donuts) on MY long stretch of road. But I told it through my mind’s “mouth” to shut-up, get a life, and tell your superiors to die because people are working quietly in the back yard.

    Of course, the divorced nutter was quietly making sounds of throwing away stuff. We could hear her slamming the poor doors — garage and fence. Later after I took a shower, I went to close the blinds upstairs in my bedroom window and saw a red ladder between her persimmon tree and our shared fence. The fools don’t eat the fruit! So right there the creep wanted to look over the shared fence and into our property. But thanks to the spread of the pomelo tree and the sailboat material — both offered some privacy from this possessed one. I wonder how the workers for our roof would handle her behavior from up there. Hehehe.

  • 20111108-More Spooks

    During the noontime mass of OLP, a TALL, white old guy sat two pews in front of us. I could see the side of his right face turning red with a white, “cold” spot somewhere on his right cheek. A creepy half-balding white guy with hairy forearms and sat one pew in front of us. A Filipino woman sat behind me and sang OUT OF TUNE. After she let out a couple of coughs, I flicked her off with my right middle finger by scratching the back of my head. I even let out a small fart to offend her nostrils. At 12:33pm, the priest gave me the host. And the little altar boy clang his “bread catcher” with the chalet of “bread”, which was held by the priest. I noticed a “holy one” praying with his head slightly down. Of course, the sunshine was streaming nicely upon his blond noggin. Hehehe! He’s cute, by the way.

    Addendum: We arrived 11:00am at OLP. While Maw napped inside my car, Paw and I walked counter-clockwise on the circular path in front of the metal statue. I amused myself at a couple — a short Asian and a white man. At 11:30am, we were finished with three slow circuits because I didn’t want to ruin my “cheap” by comfortable shoes. Paw went to use the toilet and I went to fetch Maw. I saw two people to my left but hid behind Maw’s straw hat. Later the same faggots (one “famale” and her butch hiding her boobs behind a thick sweater) were walking towards us. I told Maw what they were but she didn’t care.

    While shopping at Calico Homes, I noticed one old lady staring at us and probably from Maw and Paw talking too much with Jeni, who helped us set up the labor for reupholstering the slipcover and cushions. Afterwards, we went to Costco, where I mentioned under my breath how we are given only a limited time to be “free” until we all go back to “normal”. I flicked her off too as she looked into the mirror over a display of jewelry. I feel like getting my hair cut shorter for kickers.

  • Cleaning ahh…

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    As per my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone on 11/06/2011 at 15:08pm, I’ve had another encounter! This time it was something so lightening fast and horrible. It was a black mouse! No wonder the cat has been leaving mouse heads on our property!

    I was cleaning up the backyard after lunchtime today. And during the later portion of the clean-up, I decided to see if I could throw away some old carpet runenrs, which Maw wanted to keep/hoard because they were still good and did’t have the glue backing flaking off like the thinner, extra pieces of carpeting left over from upstairs.

    Anyway, after lifting up an old Image Writer II printer, Apple box, I moved the VERY sturdy, yellow plastic bin (courtesy of the old San Jose recycling program long ago). Due to the heavy weight of this container, it was stuck momentarily to the table. With a couple of hard yanks from my right hand/arm, I loosened the container from the paint.

    Lo and behold, a black mouse came out of hiding from within the center most, rolled up rug! It bounded upon my right shoulder with two leaps and headed downward to the cement to my right peripheral vision. It actually trigger some slight pain afterwards. Damn mouse!

    I couldn’t scream loudly because the divorced nutter was working on her back yard too at that time and I didn’t want to trigger her emotions.

    Through the screen door, I told Maw that a “dahgah” came out of its hiding place. I tried to explain to her but she is getting hard of hearing. So I went indoors and told Paw to remove/throw away the carpet because it might have mouse poop and/or babies inside the old runners.

    After Paw placed the container of washed rice into the cooker, he was so kind to go out back, unroll each carpet to see that there was nothing, re-rolled each one and stuff the recycling bin.

    I was thankful that he is still around to use the box cutter to reduce this morning’s boxes of Motorola (for the AT&T DVR receiver) and other styrofoam boxes. I finished re-arranging items inside the cabinets of the garage after lunch prior to working out back.

    He also helped to replace two of Ma’ws fallen geranium plants into their new containers and hand them up again because the fruit tree got mad and broke off its limb, thus sending the flowering plant crashing to the ground below during the night of strong winds.

    Paw said that after we purchased and installed a white cabinet to store our gardening products (such as fertilizers, killer and paint), the mouse didn’t go inside the house. I don’t know about that. The mouse trap and other chemicals did its job because the smell of death lingered for a while until Paw found a petrified mouse in between the old cabinet long ago.

  • 20111104-Divorced Nutter

    Yesterday at around 7:40am, we were leaving our driveway to attend Friday morning’s mass. We saw the renter carry a black-colored object the size of a computer tower/speaker from the “front door” into his gray-colored mini-station wagon. I sensed the fools next door lost yet another renter that day. Gee! I wonder why? Could it be that she is opening up his mail, making noise and being annoy, everyday?

    Anyway, when we got back from mass ar around 8:40am, we saw the side door of the shared fence open. And out came the divorced nutter to haul her recycle bin inside to the back yard. I grabbed Paw’s electrical garage door opener and immediately closed the garage behind us as soon as I parked his Mazda Protoge inside the garage. That man will never speed up his thinking!

  • Selling loads of…

    In recent news,

    Solyndra heat on Obama
    By S.A. MILLER Post Correspondent
    Last Updated: 12:38 AM, November 4, 2011
    Posted: 12:38 AM, November 4, 2011

    “Washington The Solyndra investigation is heating up.

    A House panel yesterday voted to slap the White House with a subpoena demanding thousands of documents about the questionable $528 million federal loan to Solyndra, a politically connected California solar-power company that went bankrupt in August.”

    —

    Well, well, well. It’s no wonder taxation could NEVER be abolished (which the Tea Party should be advocating as their main theme)! TPTB and pals have in/vested interest behind these sort of deal!

    They and their families use the taxpayers’ money to fund their businesses. They also enact laws to keep the taxation going; so that the poor remain poor! While they and their families recycle the money (of the hard working American taxpayers) back into their businesses.

    This would explain the weirdness of the presidential campaign and how taxation and other horrible corruptions against the consumers would only benefit their own people who have in/vested interest in these businesses!

  • 20111101-Paw’s Thoughts

    As per my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone on 11/01/2011 at 09:18am, we were en route to mail Paw’s letter to the post office. He was talking about how his Metropoplol was free. HOWEVER, the Avodard went up from $22 to $25. His Uroxatral went up from $3 to $9.

    So the “wash” between “free” medicines and the increase in cost of other medicines has been negated/washed! In the end customer’s still “foot the bill”! That’s how capitalism operates: You want it? How much are you willing to pay for it? And you still wonder why there is no cure for the common cold! Get it? There will be no end to these shams!

    At 10:03am and at home, we had our late breakfast of Pandisal from Valerio Bakery. Paw mentioned his insights a few days ago to the shenanigans of the government. For example, although there was the alleged 21 percent increase in Anthem, that fell through the cracks. As for the $5 debit card increase by Bank of America, that too didn’t manifest.

    So Paw had spoken as if he could prophecy the weather, too, uncannily. Actually, it takes no more brains to breath than to figure out how these tactics would never make happy customers. People would stop doing business with price gougers and pull their money away from these thieves and find better business elsewhere; since America is a free economy betweetn buyers and sellers.

  • Smelly smells…

    There was a faint was a faint smell of onion/sulpher indoors when I got up very early morning yesterday to use the toilet.

    When I was using the sink to get ready for morning mass a few hours later, I smelled some algae and toothpaste in the sink.

    The morning before yesterday had a strong sulphur smell in the air. I figured God was eating some onions, too. I don’t know.

    The same algae and toothpaste smell were in the sink for two days already.

  • Backward democracy…

    How could Libya or other Islamic countries go forward to democracy if their society is still based/ruled by the iron fist of their outmoded religious doctrine/dogma of strict ethical/moral codes?

    Hmmm. Perhaps, Sharia law could be implemented worldwide as a means to cut off/execute the heads/remove those persons who fail to keep their “scout’s honor” and make their families/relative/friends pay for their sins/dishonor/disgrace.

    After all, America is a nation of great opportunities for those who have little to no ethics or morals towards people, animals, plants and minerals and who exercise gross miconduct through legal/financial loopholes as part of usurous business practices.

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  • 20110124-More Spooks

    At 04:20pm, the one-eyed, illegal ALIEN is powering up his circular saw softly. I’ve a feeling that the free standing “shed/patio/rented room” is being disguised by a LONG ladder that he lashed horizontally onto the facing wall to our shared fence with blue-colored cord. Yesterday evening there was a faint smell of paint coming from their backyard. I wonder what other “home/garden” improvement these people are doing without city code/approval.

    Last Saturday evening, lots of low rumbling vehicles were riding up and down MY long stretch of road. It could have been the creatures’ way of mourning their fallen motocycling comrade or something.

  • 20111024-Tweaking Again

    For the past few minutes to an hour or so, I’ve been trying out different names for the Site Title and Tagline.

    I wanted to keep “The Blogging Path” with/out the credit “by Flynn” as part of the Site Title. But because the credit already appears after the Site Title when viewing the posts for Mobile Site users, I had to create a new Site Title.

    So I trolled the various online dictionaries and found that the word “Path” looks like “Pathetic”! And that sums up my overall experience with blogging online as the word perfectly describes as “Pathetic”!

    I tried “The Pathetic Blog of Life” but the line wraps around to next/third line within the small box of the Eight theme by Automattic. So I tried “The Blogging Pathetic’s Life” but it was too long (winded). Now it’s back to “The Blogging Path” but with “A Memoir” attached with a dash.

    As for the Tagline, it reads as: “Topics on Alternative Notions and Random Rants”. Again, I had to look up the meaning of notions but keep thinking about sewing notions, such as pins, needles, buttons, threads, etc.

    I may change the names later on (again).