Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: spook

  • 20110203-More Spooks

    After receiving a 2010 Form 1099-C (Cancellation of Debt — OMB No. 1545-1424) from the creditor located in Salt Lake City, UTAH (USA) yesterday, I called my debt settlement company to find out why the creditor didn’t agree that my account is “paid in full”. Had I known what to expect, the matter would have been handled differently.

    Instead these morons decided it was a loss to be reported to the IRS and that somehow I mysteriously benefited from their practice of usury. The settlement debt company told me it was a “random [event]” and that there was no way to predict the outcome of this or any company’s behavior.

    Maybe Sharia law should be implemented here in America for these types of business practices. After all, they don’t know why I assumed my credit card debt to grease the cogwheels of commerce in the first place. It’s supposed to be legal and the money they got really belongs to the government.

    Now they want me to pay the government for the “savings”, which is really my hard-earned money to “save” the government’s butt in the first place. So that’s why the American Expressters have a weird way of handling debt.

    They have to be Mormons, no doubt. What would I know? I’m telling what I think may be the truth. But no one cares.

  • 20110131-More Spooks

    So Tess just complimented JenJen but my hearing is bad so it’s none of my business. The point is the BPs are pretty much ignoring the OVERQUALIFIED Hoan and me and giving JenJen all the attention and opportunity to prove her worth as a drone.

    Hoan complained to me last Friday that “Coach John” has not been speaking with him. Gee? I wonder why. Could it be because he is an annoying but highly informative pusshead? Yup!

    Should I be jealous? Nah! For the low pay and LESS stress, I’m happy not to be bugged by the likes of more intelligent, master degree holders! The last meeting we attended showed spreadsheets and numbers that went way over my head. I didn’t understand what the BPs saw.

    Bahaha! I cannot wait for the ax so I could collect unemployment. Seriously, I should thank the Lord and pals for this job opportunity. But it’s getting me nowhere and my creative flair and sanity is held in check by blogging. Thanks, God! Dammit!

  • 20110131-More Spooks

    At around 10:50am, I went out to walk during my mid-morning break. But en route to my car, a spook from a white van came out upon my arrival. He had his cellphone on at that time. He then went to the car parked to the right of mine and inquired it the gray van was my car. I shook my head in the negative.

    While I put on my sneakers and went to walk thereafter, I noticed that the passenger side door was open. Maybe the owner came out already and opened that door for the Mexicano, who was wearing a red shirt and a beard. But I didn’t see or hear the owner come over.

    Or perhaps, that’s his car, a decoy, and he wanted to advertise the company of auto glass repair. When I came back from my 15-20 minutes walk, he was vacuuming just the passenger side. Gee! I wonder if he’ll vacuum the driver’s side!

    I call bullsh^t on all of you. Instead of the camera pointed down my parked area, it was pointed to where a construction crew was working on the fields off the back parking lot. The smell of diesel went up my nose as I rounded the corner in a counterclockwise direction.

  • 20110127-More Spooks

    South Asian Indians are nasty. You’d think they are supposed to be religiously peaceful but they’ve got problems like poverty and hygiene. That’s right! They smell like curry, onion and garlic. Their pores are wide open to send odors into the air.

    Like Nam (who doesn’t look Vietnamese) and John (the “druken master” degree holder), these ugly, dark-skinned types won’t stop coughing their spews into my airspaces. They think and act smart but are really ill-mannered.

    Have you seen the Ganges River? It’s polluted! And yet people still brush their teeth, use it as a toilet and even bathe and do their laundry in that dirty water, which has dead bodies of both animals and people, who are left to rot on the shores or float around on the surface!

    Why are these people in America if they can’t act like Americans? And here they are buying up Native American Indian lands, building business parks and polluting the places with empty lots.

    To Obama and pals: I don’t know how you’d give up America to China and their neighboring pals.

    Addendum-Last edited by FLYNN on 20110127 at 19:00:28 PM UTC: Earlier Chris pretended or refused to see that I was walking past him as he came out of the toilet. He, like most Americanize Chinese, are full of sh^t. As for Nam, he is still nasty. I didn’t want to hang out with him, his spew or the rest of these losers at a South Asian Indian lunch. I might get bad breath, catch their cooties or get stomach poisoning, just like the place across from Tasman years ago.

  • 20110125-More Spooks

    Well, the MOSTLY Asian guys are asking JenJen, the slow slug, to work on more stuff. I’ve emailed Steve last Friday that my workload is pretty much nothing. Even Hoan expressed during lunchtime last Friday that he feels the client won’t hire full-time because there’s nothing else to do. He continues to give me the creeps: That old man has nothing to do but smile, wave and greet briefly.

    As for Steve-san, he is a pusshead, too. Yesterday, he pretended not to see me en route to the mini-lunch room but instead talked to an older guy (who is the same height) about the red apple that he was holding. Hai, Steve-san! You balding, old fart! Go on and have your giggles with JenJen.

    Yesterday, I received an email from another temp agency on the prospect of a temporary job assignment with another billion-dollar client and sent my resume a few minutes later. But, I’ve not signed any paperworks (W-2, etc.) with this temporary placement, which is really a troll to find out about my job background. So Obama and pals can figure out why I’m still working with these losers instead of investing elsewhere.

  • 20110124-More Spooks

    Is it wrong to make fun of people? Not really. But that’s what I do at this “temp job from hell”. Here are a few chuckles of mine:

    • “If he walks like a duck, he has got to be a [dûc].”
    • “Why do real pigs look better than unsmiling faces of serious folk with pig-like nostrils? It must be traditionalists.”
    • “Their demonically-downturned eyebrows must mean they are warriors. Or simply they are pissed off or haven’t gotten the correct tweezers.”

  • 20110124-More Spooks

    After posting an eye witness testimony of my VERY first UFO online (once here on my weblog and twice on two separate OPEN forum disucssion board) yesterday, I was watching FoxNews Shepard Smith. It was during lunch today and I saw how TPTB are trying to cover up UFO activity over the Bay Area.

    Their punch-line (or a slap in my face) was that of a drone used by investigators to spy on citizens. The sounds of this machine are so minimal, noone would notice the presence of spies over their very neighborhood. I call this news topic bullsh^t.

    I know what I saw could have been at least one mile in length! From my backyard in front of me and relative to the Mt. Hamilton hills to my left, the rice-shaped object was white in color, not a black-colored, R2D2-shaped bot as protrayed on FoxNews about one hour ago!

    I’ve a feeling this “UFO” didn’t “cloak off” but actually passed into a much larger space ship via a brown, smoky distortion against an otherwise, VERY crispy, clear blue sky yesterday! I saw how it turned to its “left” and I saw it buttock of grayish and horizontal, too!

    To Obama and pals: If you want to disclose the presence of UFO and/or your anti-gravational devices, please do so ASAP. Because I want to buy a new car that lifts off the ground, not touches it! I’ve read how battery-powered cars don’t fair so well in extreme weather temperatures. So go figure and stop covering up!

  • 20110122-More Spooks

    For two hours, I washed three cars. Within a few minutes a black helicopter came from the west and arced northwards from my point of view towards the east. I waved at them and pointed to the opened garage door while motioning a “loco-loco” with my left finger to my left temple. Then I gave them a five finger palm with my left hand after doing a triangle over my head.

    There were many cars driving during my activity. Paw helped towards the last hour, almost the same time the divorced nutter decided to leave in the white Honda CR-V with her illegal alien. They came back in a few minutes. They already had the garage door open before I started washing the cars.

    Of course, the SJPD and pals were making their rounds via large, dark-colored SUVs. I could tell because two BIG guys would always be seated at the front. And plus they made a strange U-turn coming from the north, to the west and then headed eastward down MY road, which is my middle name of all sorts.

    I gave them the same gesture and mouthed “Thank you” to them. I know they are the police and/or government agents. I don’t care as long as my person is has not mysteriously “disappeared”. Thanks, guys for keeping an “eye” out for the “one-eyed” alien living next door to us. They are harmless and wonder if the guy is a Honduran national with lots of money, which explains how they manage to keep the house next door to us, whereas here I am “homeless” without my parental units’ blessings.

    Then again, he could be Masonic, symbolically speaking because of his “disability” due to assuming his work as a carpenter (or handy man). He makes no effort to hide his name, which is plainly displayed on a advertising sign on their front lawn. The guy got fat around the tummy. The divorced nutter actually smiled. But she is still nuts. She was wearing a dark green sweater and black boots over the dark blue jeans.

  • 20110114-More Spooks

    So during lunchtime, Theresa and I walked to get Starbucks drinks. It was my idea because the weather was beautiful! Anyway, her stories were weird. Mostly it was about her personal problems with her family.

    One story was about how her brother insisted many times that she make Vietnamese spring rolls during New Year’s because noone would cook that day even though she was sick. One of her three daughter stood up for her and told her stupid uncle don’t let her cook. Of course, the brother got mad and made a big deal and/or scene.

    She even told how her in-laws would dress up “wealthy”; how her daughters got on her case to dress up modern, too; how her own mother would claim to be VERY beautiful and smart in front of everyone; and how her husband doesn’t do much to help. I think the poor girl is going through a melt-down or something and she’d question “God” why she was being put through “hell”.

    Next time I hear her complain about “going to hell” or “needing help”; I’ll throw it back into her face and tell her: “It’s your problem. You need to sever ties with those people who give your problems: Once you are married your family is your priority. If you can’t stand up against your own relatives, no one else could help you. You may need professional help in that case.”

    She even went far as stating that she’d like to be reincarnated as a Native American princess and live in the forest and hope that I would incarnate in the next life to see her. She even inquired if I wanted to come back as a woman. In both instances, I didn’t give a clear answer but felt uncomfortable with this intelligent nutter.

    With that said, I wonder why my Vedic astrology report is eerily reflective of my purpose: To encounter these nutballs and rebuff their problems!

  • 20110116-More Spooks

    At around 11:29pm last night, I heard twelve successive sounds coming from the next door neighbor. I thought that each single sound where gun shots. But they were steady until the 13th one of at leave five rapid fire works going off. This was during the few minutes of laying in bed.

    Earlier and prior to retiring for the night, I had read an EY online article about Haiti; an earthquake machine and how the people have “special gifts”. I was thinking about the beautiful people and the children and saw in a news video long ago how they celebrated in the streets despite the aftermath of an “unnatural” disaster.

    And that’s what give me hope in Haiti, the people and their ways, even if their “voo-doo” magicians do what is best — by holding their grounds and sending love to the planet and its inhabitants.

  • 20110115-More Spooks

    At 9:15am, FoxNews cut off the transmission of Rep. Tom DeLay, who was on the right half of the screen. A black lady with long highlighted hair to the left half of the screen was interviewing the Congressman, who claimed that what he was doing is “swapping” money that was legally done by both Demoncrats and Reptilicans.

    No one said it was illegal. Yet when Rep. Delay will be sentenced to three years in jail as a political move. The stupid jury can sentence innocent people, by the way. Listen folks. I expect Rep. Tom Delay to succeed in his appeal.

    When I mention the words “snag” and “delay” in my weblog, those words are in reference to an article dated well over fifteen years ago. It had to do with “business as usual.” The word “delay” is NOT and has NOT been entered a proper noun to the former Texan representative Tom DeLay. Both look eerily similar, though.

    The book of life is wonderful. The words are wonderful. But take one word or several words OUT OF CONTEXT and the sentences, yea, the whole paragraph, nah, if not the whole article, will have lost all meaning, such as using the word “moron” for “Mormons”. Get it? It’s called word association (or sometimes a play on words).

    So again, I would appeal that the Congressman, much like former Senator Arlen Specter, should not have to pay for the ability to exploit the legal and financial system of their constituents, who too should be scrutinized for any alleged illegal activities.

  • 20110114-More Spooks

    At 7:55pm, I went indoors to check the atomic clock. This was done after the helicopter mysteriously flashed its bright, white-colored “headlight(s)” into our backyard from the southern direction. The usual colors of red and blue lights were flashing against the clear starlit night.

    Of course, I knew they were saying “Hello” to moi. So I used the hand signal to get its “Attention” (or most likely the hand signal to come in for a landing). Then I did a pyramid over my head and then a couple of “Egyptian” double-hand gestures to the left and right.

    I got tired of that stupid encounter and fetched the dried three-pieced aluminum steamer, which was propped up against our stucco wall. I showed the lid to the helicopter, which was still flying over the fourth or third house from our corner block. It’s amazing timing when I went outdoors this night.

    Then went I went indoors. I still heard the noise as it made an “about-face” into the opposite direction and headed off towards south. I recall holding up both my palms into the night air; saw the wondrous misty blue halo surrounding the shiny moon over our backyard and blessed that silvery roundness with my eyes closed.

    I guess they wanted me to look up after all.