Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: mySpooks

  • 20091025-More Spooks

    Prior to driving off shop at Kohl’s and then Burlington Coat Factory, I stood at the driveway, enjoying the warm sun. I noticed that a paramedic vehicle make a southbound turn from the RUE onto MY road. Then one minute later, the San Jose Fire Department truck # E-23 stopped to make its next move.

    I could tell the driver wasn’t sure where to go. So I flagged it with both my index fingers and made a quick double gesture, point to where the paramedics went. The fire engine edged forward and I put my right thumbs up in approval, seeing that it attempted to go in that direction.

    Then it made a sudden turn to the opposite direction northbound on MY road and while I did the same quick double gesture with my index fingers. I was having too much fun from the driveway.

    While driving the neighborhood streets to our designations and Within a one mile radius and probably no more than five minutes after we left for some shopping fun, there were at least four highway patrol vehicles. One made a U-turn somewhere.

  • 20091023-More Spooks

    Well, I’m glad to have left that creepy job up in Hayward, CA.

    Rachel wore better clothes – a long-sleeved gray shirt and appropriate. Nice! I didn’t know she worked as a part-time bartender. No wonder she got that mean streak on her face.

    As for that teeny, weeny, Filipina twit, Jane, the receptionist, I took my revenge after she slammed the drawer behind me about five minutes before 1700pm this evening. I wheeled my chair backward really fast and caught a glimpse of her tiny bowed legs rounding the corner to the left of a hallway which lead to her desk up front.

    So what I did was press the auto-dial button on the telephone, saw the message `IC to Jane`, heard her small voice pick-up the phone with her remote earpiece (while she was loading the paper on the HC-4500 printer), then hung up on her WITH the hand receiver with a slam!

    Anyway, I left Melody the unwrapped Enhanced HHG by DB on top of her red mug in front of her radio and to the left of the blue accordion folder. It has a circular cut-out of my message, which was taped to the bottom of the orgone piece.

    As for Sensei’s little advertisement on the bottom of those trapezoid-shaped pyramids, I left one piece next to Shih-Tsu shaped plant container, which was holding a wilting water plant. I watered that one that morning and later that afternoon put a little, yellow sticky note saying:

    Don’t forget to H2O me. 🙁

  • 20091014-More Spooks

    Today was very fine weather. However, there continues to be synchronous events revolving around the usual form of surveillance, automobiles, or as two of today’s events, trucks. Upon our arrival, one trucker got into his vehicle, which was parked on Commercial Street. The blinker lights were still flashing. We were on our way to the doctor to pick up a prescription.

    On our way from the doctor to the DeCA in Moffett Field, CA en route on northbound Interstate 85, we exited the Moffett Blvd. Somewhere to the left leading to the bike trail and across the opposite road of Leong Dr. to our left hand side at the stop light intersection, a utility worker got out of his truck and proceeded to remove two orange cones, the first one near the front wheel and then casually walking to the second one near the back wheel.

    I turned to look in his general direction. He looked straight at me (or so I imagined). I saw he had a grizzly beard and wore his hard-hat.

  • 20091008-More Spooks

    Long ago during one of our conversations in which I mentioned what would happen if I pass on, I recall a selfish comment from a finder, Landy:

    You can give me your money.

  • 20091001-More Spooks

    While exercising indoors, I spotted through our front window a long, white boat of a car (the one that’s too long but big enough to put a dead body in its trunk) came from the RUE and down MY drive too slowly. I realized that the SPIC was looking inside towards the direction of Paw, who was struggling to haul the recycling bin and the garage bin through the side door, leading to the side of MY road and to the front of our home for the next morning’s pick-up, which is every Friday.

  • 20090930-More Spooks

    While trying to do yardwork late after lunch, a white truck suddenly stopped on the side street of the house in front of us. Then it made a U-turn on the opposite side of MY road between the two cul-de-sacs. It waited there for about thirty minutes from 14:50pm to 15:25pm.

    I was hiding for awhile until it went away and kept busy on the side of our house near the next door neighborhood. Lots of leaves were being blown down the drive, eastward. After the first truck left, I was able to rake the big branches and small twigs from where I left off. The next truck was a San Jose City vehicle. It was parked between northbound on MY road and in between the two cul-de-sac. It too appeared in the prior weeks while we worked to clean up the mess that the city is too CHEAP to afford!

  • 20090930-Collections Calling

    Got two collections calling my cellular phone:

    • 469-201-4312 at 10:16am on 09/30/2009 and
    • 814-234-7699 at 01:29pm on 09/30/2009.

  • 20090930-More Spooks

    After morning mass that day, we decided to buy grocery at DeCA in Moffett Field, CA. Sometimes after going shopping for grocery over there, we would buy Beef Korean B.B.Q from Lee’s Industries via the catering truck parked next to the store. This time the price went up to $9.50.

    Maw noticed the Vietnamese wife, who `mans` the bar-be-que grill, took out strips of already cooked beef from the plastic container! She later noticed that the Kim Chee, which is made by the wife, is loaded with too much paprika. Paw had to throw it away this lunchtime.

    Usually, both Paw I would go out and greet the couple. But this time, I told Maw that I didn’t want to get out because the husband kept joking around with money. He actually came up to my driver’s side and greeted me to the open window:

    Old gook: How come you don’t come out to greet us?

    Moi: I have to repair my glasses. (In my mind, F.U.)

    Old gook: Tell your dad, not show me the money but give me the money!

    For Maw, it’s okay to be social. For moi, I don’t like that old fart. His conversation is always about money: Are you paying? Let your Dad pay? That sort of stupid comments.

    Then we drove off with me laughing out loud intentionally through the opened window. We passed the poles advertising flags for:

  • 20090930-More Spooks

    There is a particular bank branch (What the F^ck Bankster) off Capitol Ave, San Jose, CA (county of Santa Clara). I closed out two accounts: checking and savings. It was going nowhere because there is no job or income. It doesn’t make sense for some other entity to hold something that is close to zero dollars.

    The people around that area are plain creepy. The nice Asian lady lead me off to a regular teller with dark, piercing eyes with well shaped eyebrows and eyelashes. He said I needed to see someone else, who was conveniently located on that side of the aisle. I think he is gay. A shorter fat man was behind him while another male looked on.

    I answered: `Where?` I looked around dumbly, cocking my head up and down and all around. I never like that place. And I certainly didn’t like that spaghetti-haired Gomez, who serviced me. (Oh, that sentence didn’t sound right).  She talked too fast and looks too fat. Her boobs were annoying.

    She subtly flicked me off with her left hand, flashing her square ring. So anyone who knows about that particular branch and that friggin broad: She needs to go. Just check your cameras prior to 15:00pm near the safe box area, I think.

    But that was creep number one. Creep number two was a hoot.

    While trying to make a left hand turn into the mini-mall to get to the creepy bank branch, the street slight arrow was still green. But the white jerk from hell stopped intentionally and for a long time; so that I would end up stopping.

    The turn signal light mysteriously turned green again a few seconds later AND without waiting for the BIG traffic to pass. I knew that was a blessing in disguise. My thoughts were trying to be mean at the time of the incident but was calm and later thankful.

    I found that the guy hurriedly parked in a stall on the entrance facing the mini-mall, cutting off a Seniora, who was clearly ahead of him FIRST and waiting to park. Both drove LARGE looking SUV trucks. The guy actually came out, screaming at the broad that she was in the wrong direction.

    I don’t know what happened later on after I passed by quickly while mumbling under my breath:

    Jerk! Jerk! Jerk!

    Get your guns ready folks and buy logs of ammo while there is still some supply left! People are going crazy for not having jobs, incomes or food! Brouhaha! See what happens when mere babies, those spoiled brats, get their sweetened candies taken away from their fat, grubby and ungrateful hands? Hahaha!

  • 20090929-Collections Calling

    Got phone calls from collections:

    • 469-201-4312 at 05:53pm on Monday, 09-28-2009.
    • Unknown ID at 13:08pm on Monday, 09-28-2009.
    • Block ID at 12:37 pm on Monday, 09-28-2009 (per VM from Bankster of America).

  • 20090925-More Spooks

    For the last few months, there have been NUMEROUS synchronous events:

    • Parked vehicles would emerge from the emergency side of the roads (whether the free/highway or back roads) and enter into traffic upon our arrival.
    • People (utility workers and other people) would open their trunks, get into their vehicles, turn on their signals.

    This morning two female Gooks with dark hair signaled each other. One was a dark-colored, light truck between the two courts, located northbound on MY side of the road; while the other was a white-colored light truck near the yellow fire hydrant. Both were smiling.

    I saw the pale face of the first one looking down weird into the street as if bowing low towards the back. The second pale face took off upon our arrival, smiling. I flicked the second one subtly through the rear view mirror but couldn’t gesture more because the old farts were riding me me.

  • 20090924-More Spooks

    Listening to CoastToCoastAM.com with George Noory with his guest Linda Moulton Howe. OH DEAR GOD! My spider sense is tingling as I’m listening to this recording(?). I did NOT like how the interview was conducted: She prompted him with questions of the obvious. He may have been a plant to speak of only whatever is supposed to be `declassified`. WHY is this ONLY ONE person made so significant compared to other UFO research? Once again, I am feeling he is mind-controlled; otherwise he would have been `eliminated` long ago.

    10 pm – 2 am PT

    Bentwaters UFO Case

    Investigative reporter Linda Moulton Howe will present more military eyewitness accounts of the December 1980 RAF Bentwaters and Rendlesham Forest craft of unknown origin.

    First Hour: C2C Science Advisor Richard C. Hoagland shares updates.