Archive for August, 2006

20060831-Which One?

Oil doesn’t mix well with water and for good reason. If oil and water did mix, the water breathers would suffer and die. Oil spills do much damage to nature on the surface because the dark coating not only makes the tourist spots look bad but makes the habitants suffer and die. The clean up is expensive, by the way. The recover is slow too.

The fumes of nasty stuff from both smoke stacks and automobiles pollute the air. This makes life difficult for the air breathers, especially those with asthma. Smog coating the blue skies with brownish muck doesn’t look good either. The products from petroleum in the form of plastic, solvents, fertilizers and pesticides do seem toxic if ingested.

Radioactive material, moreover, is not a basic foodstuff value. I wonder why anyone would bother coming near the stuff and know the damage is possible or promote radiation as a fear factor. Isn’t already expensive enough trying to extract oil and manufacture material, which harm our environment and us? Come on! Duh!  Where else would we all go? Duh!

Briefly, I would prefer water anytime. This is because we quench our thirst with water, bathe our stink away and provide a source of life to plants and animal. Once again (you freaking yet smart and wise numskulls) already know that there are alternative AND free sources of energy. I do not understand why we continue to avoid the laws of nature at all cost.  What exactly is the cost, huh?

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20060831-Popular Poop

I am currently feeling very much pain in my neck, right elbow and more noticeably in my right wrist. This newest torment has been since 17:00 (Pacific Time) yesterday on Thursday, 08-30-2006. I do not understand why this has happened to me.

I have ingested two pain-killers this morning and the effects have begun to wear off around mid-afternoon. But I continued to work diligently with the pain until 18:00 (Pacific Time) tonight to catch up on work that I missed from yesterday. I did most to the cash receipts entries and I expressed how the company is killing me to my associate who called me.

I found out that my reporting ‘manager’ will be leaving next pay period. This is the third ‘manager’ that has bailed out on me and my department. I must stink to have scared them away. One of the three ‘managers’ remained for another department. I must leave this company because I feel all alone again here. I do not belong in this box either.

Yesterday, the Finance department of my company attended a baseball game at Oakland, CA. One of the temps drove four of us and we ate at the restaurant using our 20.00US bogus bucks (each) to pay for the meal. My half eaten hamburger was wasted due to being full from eating the mounds of garlic fries. Yum!

I thought I wanted to take the leftovers home because my mindset is not to waste whatever food we have been blessed. But since they do not have a nice plastic or paper bag to use, I was forced to leave the foodstuff behind. I feel bad but was happy after having drunk one ‘Bloody Mary’ with mild spice.

I do not like the taste of this first kind of drink and instead could have had a V-8, which is tomato drink with lots of salty taste. The vodka in the drink did not do much to make me feel any better after having been put through the ringers one last time earlier that same morning. I was louder than normal maybe because the place was noisy and I wanted to be heard for once and from my soft voice. I later bought Fosters beer to drink while watching the baseball game.

I spent twenty minutes on the surprise call on my cell phone to renew my contract and ended up agreeing to try out this free one for 30-days and for a guaranteed, full refund if not satisfied. I will give this new one to my parents for emergency purposes because my original but bulky cell phone has a nice camera that still works. I should buy a ceramic dot to place on their new cell phone to reduce the EMF.

Ever notice how hot the cell phones get while using it near the ear holes? I do not use my cell phone much because of the emanating heat, expensive usage if I go over my minutes and, well, no one really knows me or care to call since I am a private person. Moreover, phones make me nervous and I avoid those whenever possible.

We watched four and a half innings – two innings while eating lunch and two innings while baking under the sweltering heat of the sun. I did see two high trails but those disappeared easily. There were two light planes and one noisy helicopter. Dragonflies of about at least three were dancing in front my line of vision. With my mini-binoculars on hand, those handsome baseball players made my viewing more enjoyable.

We didn’t stay for the rest of the innings and told the tall manager, who arranged the event, that we were going shopping. I bought two new pairs of denim jeans of darker color because I lost one pants size due having too much on my mind; one grand Tangerine juice drink; one Ethos bottled water; and lost my expensive shades. My head nodded to sleep in the car while going southbound 880 and couldn’t sleep well later on at night due to the pain.

So at 19:21 (Pacific Time) tonight, I heard the wailing of the fire trucks sounding about two blocks away at the railroad intersection of my road. There was intermittent howling but now has stopped. It is now 19:25 (Pacific Time) and a bunch of low riding Asians marked my writer’s solitude with their racing down my road again.

Earlier around 18:30 (Pacific Time) tonight and while driving my usual route home bound, my ‘watchers’ pulled from their parked position. This time a paddy wagon of black and white happened to be my local police department. I am amazed how easy they work together to follow me around in my gray Ford Mustang. (‘J@ck B!ll*’ of Florida didn’t know what a Stang was; so that means he is not Americanized).

I do not mind being watched by the cutest guys as long as I am not harmed by them.  I do not understand, however, why some co-workers continue to touch me in their friendly manner, such as patting my back or placing their hand on my arm. I feel that they mean no harm but my person is off limits! Cooties to you all, I say! Yuck!

My purpose is to share who I am with the rest of world based on my reality as a simple person and novice writer and while I am still alive to know what happiness and love are from all walks of life. I know my blogs have been profiled because I met some characters over the years. (I will blog more of my time line later on). But for now, I must tend to my mysterious pain of my right arm areas continue to bother me. Ooo! Ouch! Oow!

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20060829-Pie Peace

What would I have to do to obtain a piece of mind? I would prefer certain predatory parasites (that I met via Yahoo! chatting many years ago) from calling and hounding me. I would love to be far, far away from them as much as possible and live my life in relative peace.

Remember I mentioned in one of my now deleted blogs about giving away my miserable, hard-earned 20.00USD note to this homeless lady hanging around my local bank? Well, she asked me, ‘What is peace?’ Being not very quick-witted, I answered her: ‘Duh. Happiness is peace.’ I have not an idea in my head as I looked up at the blue sky for the stupid answer.

Back to the pathetic pods, who do not understand my silent treatment by not returning their phone calls or leaving my written requests to stop bothering me. These pains in the pie holes should realize I could take much needed action towards, say, justice.

I refuse to be fooled. I am frustrated and disappointed. And I hate them all for what they are capable of doing to us poor folks! Perhaps I need to calm down with a piece of delicious sweet potato pie! I’ve not tried one because I can’t afford to feed myself.

I suppose eating any piece pie would help encourage me to be more positive. Let’s see. I love custard pie, especially anything chocolate or coconut and anything white, fluffy, whipped cream topped with those colorful sprinkles as eye candy, and sometimes those chicken pot pies.

Ooo! Ooo! Um, yeah. I guess I’ve no more vital data about my boring and simple life to add to this blog while I am still alive. Please share whatever pieces of pie that may come your way. Others like me are waiting for the long and overdue happiness that comes with sinking one’s teeth into any scrumptious foodstuff – like pie!

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