Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: mySpooks

  • Flim Flam

    While trying to come up with a catch domain name, I came across a Wikipedia article:

    Confidence trick

    A confidence trick or confidence game (also known as a bunko, con, flim flam, gaffle, grift, hustle, scam, scheme, swindle or bamboozle) is an attempt to defraud a person or group by gaining their confidence. The victim is known as the mark, the trickster is called a confidence man, con man, confidence trickster, or con artist, and any accomplices are known as shills. Confidence men or women exploit human characteristics such as greed and dishonesty, and have victimized individuals from all walks of life.

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    The Feds should know about certain people by now. It’s only a matter of time, if ever.

  • Mental Chatter

    OMG! If it weren’t for blogging, I’d talk to myself constantly. Everyday, I’d have lots of mental chatter and imaginations and thoughts that may or may not be my own. So whatever I enter into my blogs are supposed to be mostly my own creative work. But after being a contactee (so to speak), the mind meld is shared and expressed as either highly intelligent or belligerant rants.

  • 20100804-More Spooks

    When I came out from the railroad intersection, I saw a gray-colored, four-door sedan waiting on the side of our house and underneath OUR eucalyptus tree. He was an older guy with gray hair and a big head. He wore purple shirt. And he hung his left hand out the window like a thug. Another person appeared to be in the passenger car.

    I slowed down and applied my brakes lights long enough for the motorists behind me to pass. Then I took off northbound on MY road and then exited on another drive where I parked my car on the driveway.

    Why don’t I just file suit and get it over with? Would that do your thugs justice?

  • Heart Whisperer

    Listen to you heart! Why? It tells me one thing and then reality tells me: `Hold on a second! You’re going nowhere!` That’s the truth.

    Although there were lots of opportunities to make my life worthwhile, the pussheads continue to observe and snicker in the background. But that will soon change when things go PUBLIC.

    Would you like that you bunch of heartless MthrFckrs! Do you think I care if you whine or are in distress? Nope! `Help! Help!` You say! Screw you!

  • Cute Guys

    Well, what can I say? The cute guys are taken. Either they are married and/or have children. Or they are friggin’ gay! OMG! Why do I get the outlaws, the uglies, the poor, the bottom-feeders, etc. I guess it doesn’t matter as long as they wave to me and/or say: `Hi!`

    Take for example Michael K. He is a tall Greek man with olive complexion and a skin head meant for swimmers. He has children of his own and damn he’s cute! He always has a smile on his face and waves at me and other people.

    When Josey M. first introduced me to him (and the rest of the business planners), I couldn’t talk straight! I was trying to laugh of my obvious lack of response due to staring off into space or something. I’m stupid. I know.

    So anyway, I’m laughing about my temporary stay here at work. All I could is grin and bear it while suffering the fate of being smitten in silence. Maybe it’s time to look for a companion, an ideal hunk to cook my meals and sing for me. Hehe!

  • Sleepy Time

    Holy crap! I’m friggn’ sleepy from taking anti-histamine last nght. Plus, I’ve finished work! Can I go home now? I’m bored to death again. Where’s justice? I’ve read in an nice book written by a `guru` of all sort that DELAYS are due to karmic debt and/or failures of these stupid tests that I’ve no idea WTF is going on.

    Last night, Maw softly said something that’s profoundly true:

    “The secret is to fight back!”

    If I could that would be the last resort and the fools know that it’s true. It doesn’t matter what connections they have. It’s only a matter of time. I’m going back to sleep.

  • Less Blogging

    Ever since I started working a temp job, I am unable to stay home. As a result, I don’t blog as much mainly because I cannot watch television or Obama’s speech.

    You will notice that my blogs are less political in nature as well because there is no time to listen to the radio. My favorite radio talk show personalities are Rush Limbaugh and Mark Levin.

    But after awhile, I get tired of listening to the spewing of those two and Sean Hannity. They earn lots more money and will say anythng to keep their jobs.

    I miss staying at home. I miss the three course meal which are home cooked by Maw. I miss Paw and his little quirks. I miss the parakeets and their happy chirping sounds. I miss our backyard and using the electric blower on the dirt and debris of the eucalyptus tree.

    So when there is down time at work, I try to blog. I’m not supposed to but that keeps me from going insane. I’ve learned little from this place except mumble under my breath.

    All I do is work, keep to myself, eat my lunch, walk around the block during these cooler times (of mostly clear blue skies) three times for forty minutes and sit down some more.

    Then I’m able to talk with the pest who is `better behaved`. I didn’t know he likes to color his spreadsheets. He’s fruity. The girl doesn’t know about formulas in the spreadsheet. That sucks.

  • Phone Calls

    Well, the thugs won’t stop calling my parent’s land line phone number. The thugs won’t stop at anything to get their money.

    The dumb ones actually gave away my phone number at work because the CALLER ID of the place registered the incoming phone number AND the name as UCB. It’s really a temporary job and no one else knows about that number except the stupid and dumb ones.

    Next time anyone is asking for someone else who no longer lives with you or has nothing to do with financial problems, just instruct the receiver of the calls to say:

    YOU HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER.

    THIS IS YOUR NOTICE.

    DO NOT CALL THIS NUMBER AGAIN.

    PLACE THIS PHONE NUMBER ON YOUR DO-NOT-CALL LIST.

    THANK YOU. GOODBYE.

    NOW, HANG UP!

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    Do NOT be polite. Do NOT say: SORRY. Do NOT say: PLEASE.

  • 20100727-Flying Over

    A VERY loud helicopter buzzed over my workplace this afternoon. The direction came from the SJC airport going eastward. This fly-over was after I posted my blog entry about the road where I saw four suspicious cars parked along side of the route that I’ve been taking to go to work this morning. I mumbled under my breath: “They’re here!”

  • 20100727-More Spooks

    There are four spooks. One was a law enforcement, a tall white chap in a motorcycle helmet. A Filipina in a dark gray-colored, mini-SUV was ticketed in front of the TechCU building for driving over the bicycle lane. Friggin’ jackboots! He is one of those who will slow down the economy because people like her need to go to work in a hurry. Lots of people cross over that bicycle lane to get over to First Street. It’s the cars going staight that are blocking the wide intersection.

    The second one was a light gray-colored, mini-SUV stuck at the corner intersection of First Street and Charcot Dr. The driver got out of his car and waitied at the streelight. He looked like Sadaam Hussein with the pale face, dark hair and thick mustache!

    The third and fouth ones are merely parked. One was a white truck off Atmel Dr. The light-gray sedan ws parked off Orchard Parkway. I noticed these two vehicles as I walked with my black-colored, Tote umbrella, which I used to block my face from them and shade myself from the burning rays of the sun.

    This is to prevent me from overheating and bringing in the stink to work, like Lucas T. He has a pecurliar odor. Maybe he bathes instead of shower, which washes away the dirt and grim right away.

  • 20100725-More Spooks

    There are two people with the same last name: G@li. One is Agnes. The other is Lolinda.

    During high school, there was an English class taught by Mrs. Pratico. She was Japanese and a registered Republican back then. For whatever reason, my grades were slipping and the teacher asked where were my papers. I told her that I’ve been turning those in. The way we turned out papers in was by passing our completed assignment toward the front of the person in front of us until it got to the ones at the very front. One of the student (Bella) saw Agnes slip my assignment into her notebook. I went up to the teacher and inquired if she received my paper. She didn’t. And then the seating arrangment was switched whereby I was in front while the fool sat in back. Agnes G@li denied vehimently that she didn’t take the paper. For those who live in the Bay Area and know a pasty skinned, long haired, short Filipina with that name, she’s a nutball.

    The second one is Lolinda G@li. She lives next door to us. She is a nutball, too and has imagined in her crazy mind that other women (and even a white little girl who lived in the rented house across from us) were interested in her one-eyed Juan M. For those who know of this woman, she has short, straight black hair and has a small head with a mousy-eye appearance to her demeanor.

  • 20100724-More Spooks

    A couple or days or so ago but definitely this week, a tall white guy was talking loudly again. He mentioned something about:

    “Stay the course”

    A phrase used in the context of a war or battle meaning to pursue a goal regardless of any obstacles or criticism. The modern usage of this term was popularized by United States presidents George H. W. Bush[1] and Ronald Reagan.

    I’m thinking to myself: Yup! TPTB know that I work for these people now. It’s like no matter where I go, I get to encounter the creeps: First, Hoan N. the old Vietnamese guy whom I’ve shut down last Friday for asking too many pesky and personal question about me and my whereabouts.

    And second Rey V., the Mexicano IT support who teases. Yesterday, he walked up to my eating table and pulled out his wads of money to give to me so that I could go out and buy lunch like the rest of the people, who are nowhere in that lunchroom except me. But I told him that I don’t know if the people serving the food dropped the food or washed the food carefully.

    He said he used to work in the restaurant and that patrons should NOT complain before the food is served. When the food is served, then the customers can complain. I said that the people might take it back, spit on it and serve it again.

    Anyway, whatever I’m hearing near my workstation, I know that was intentionally meant for me to hear. I could sense the snickerings of these people as they walk to and from the SLAMMING, loud noise to MY back door! But I guess I just wanted to get out of that place as soon as my contract is finished. And that’s not until the end of this year. Thanks alot, Pete!