A Second Nap Attack

1500h
I have never normally napped in the afternoon (or other times), but today I was put through my successive nap, this time sleeping on the bed with the just laundered bedsheets. And as laundry is such a big deal for my tormentors, I shouldn't be so surprised about the nap attacks. And the outside noise, putative traffic that cannot be seen anytime I look, has been cranked up to bet through my earmuffs for longer trail-off durations. Any kind of hearing protection should cause rapid attenuation of noise, but now, these ear muffs don't. Just another anomaly.

It is a shut-in day until I head out at 1715h to the part time cleaning job at a local car dealership. I suspect the gangstalkers will be out in force then if past events are prolog, which they usually are.

1540h
Even the not-so-loud noises such as Vespas, a buzzy noise scooter, are somehow getting through my earmuffs today, and I suspect, for the longer term. The big deal of this is to have me take the earmuffs off and put my fingers in my ears to quell the ongoing noise absurdities. And to no surprise, they know how long to make the noise before I take the earmuffs off, and usually the noise is just short of that duration.

I am getting blanked out again as to what I wanted to type, so I will pass for now on attempting to journal.

1640h
A big roar of a hotrod erupts outside as I read a rather scurrilous comment that I rejected in my capacity as comments moderator. For the benefit of the author, who accuses me of being unobjective, I don't know where you get that from, not having communicated with me before. I suspect such unbidden virulence just might be the root cause of just what you accuse me of. How about declaring your clinical credentials before you spout off? Or perhaps demonstrating what you have read? The shrill shill perhaps, and thank goodness for moderated comment pages.

And constant noise from vehicles outside this entire afternoon, as before, strangely getting through my earmuffs for longer durations than a few days ago. It has been one of those days today, a near serial stream of hotrod noise, bad muffler maintenance, heavy duty vehicles and now the motorcycle noise to make sure I don't forget them. Any time I have looked outside for the causal vehicles there hasn't been one, and the noise dies down. Just the usual perversity, and plus the increased surreality that seems to have escalated in the last few days.

2135h
An extra vacuuming shift at the part time cleaning job tonight. Vacuum cleaning devices and vehicles have been a huge part of the perp scene, though I wouldn't say it was harassment per se. I do get extra gangstalking when handling the vacuum cleaner, and today, an brown wearing gangstalker standing next to a stack of brown boxes in the most absurd place, hampering egress in this very tight hallway section between Sales and the Service garage. And also, there were plenty more brown boxes constricting the aisleways in the Parts section, and even a shopping basket full of brown cardboard parts boxes ust where I kneel down to empty the garbage of one recepticle. Can the perps get enough brown things around me? Probably not, and all the more pointed when in the LD store on the way back.

A negro woman with some kind of fugly blue kerchief in her hair was my pedestrian crossing gangstalker at the traffic control, and then she "happened" to show up in the aisle I was in, and then also showed up in the same checkout behind me, with another brown skinned specimen in between, an E. Indian woman. The latter woman was also doing the same aisle gangstalking, and it seemed the two of them were alternating going down the aisle, with me finally leading them, and lo, if they didn't fall into the same checkout line, one of two that were open. I suppose the chocolate that I had in my shopping basket might have been an attraction, a local brown colored substance that serves as a reference for other "brown stalkers" perhaps. I can never get out of the LD store fast enough as it has always been an extra intense gangstalking scene in there, and that goes back to the early days of the intensified 2002 harassment. I was there when they did a wholesale replacement of all the customers, and a coordinated surge of the more odd looking ones arrived in their place. In the middle of the surge was this dude standing there with some kind of protective glasses on, not even bothering to appear to be shopping, and seemingly ready for some kind of altercation (no coat on when it was winter time). Not that there was any reason, and nor did I provoke anyone or take any such action. The mind feed of the moment was that he was a martial arts trained operative, though I have no idea why he was dispatched as the centerpiece of a gangstalker surge at the time. I haven't seen anything quite so odd since, this "flash mob" with a central sentry looking like he was braced for a fight. And I have no idea as to what the circumstances were that the perps needed this more threatening display, but it seems that 2002 was the year they threw everything at me, hoping for quick results. Recall that at the outset (04-15-2002) they had taken me somewhere for some four to ten hours, and my recollection is that I was carried aloft and then out out down in my own apartment. Very strange, but whatever they did they scrambled my recall order of what happened when, and it has taken some years to put this back in sequence. And they took my watch off me so I didn't have any time references. My watch and the rest of my pocket contents were put in my shoes, which is something I had not done, so it was mighty curious as to how they got there, never mind who had appeared to have searched the apartment in my absence. And here we are, incrementally making remotely applied mind control advances seven years later. Which begs the question, what were these assholes thinking when they tore up my life with constant overt abuse and gangstalking in 2002? As always, I will be the last to know; I suspect they knew this long haul was coming, but were looking to expedite their research with whatever they did to me when removing me from my apartment.

2250h
More pretend PC building, looking at motherboards should the money ever drop from the sky. Though it has occured to me that this may be serving the perps' needs, these reviews of circuit boards, memory slots, cabling, connectors and the like. And it does make me ponder just what the grand plan is, as so many of these motherboard recieving slots are various colors; orange, yellow, blue, black, white etc. The perps wiped out my ever reliable Tripp Lite (?) power bar a while back, and it was replaced with a lesser store bought one that was of white colored plastic with grey slots that covered off the recieving prong holes for "safety", causing me to wonder if there was a perp reason behind this. That is, to extrapolate their relentless interest in all things' colors, could the color of the wire sheathing, circuit board, recepticles, and all electronic devices have some kind of bearing on their experimentation/harassment objectives? Very possibly; at their seeming local HQ (they tell me), perched on a commanding hilltop and littered with all manner of aerials, I noticed they replaced a brown colored partial masking facade with a white one. I assume they also let me in on this, as it was brown colored one week, and white the next, and without any apparent work crew, which suggests that they may have used some extra-conventional means to change the color. I reckon at least some of the communication gear would have passed through this facade, so perhaps there was some kind of brown color interaction they wanted to eliminate. All speculative to be sure, save the fact that the perps are nuts over the color brown, and that the color of everything seems to be of such critical importance to them.

Related to the color of PC wiring, I have also ordered and installed bundled IDE cables in past PC's, and within a few months the PC "failed" and the repairman pulled them out and put back the normal ribbon cables to connect hard drives and other devices. The failure wasn't related to the IDE cables, it is just that the repair was a used as a wire/cable change that I didn't ask for or need. That is how it goes sometimes, things get changed on you and one doesn't get the parts back. I had a Nexus CPU cooler that was ordered and then installed by the PC repair personnel, and was later "disappeared" when this PC was rebuilt with a new motherboard and a stock Intel CPU cooler. Other supposed repair shop modifications have been a routed groove in the plastic facia of the case, which was later deepened to be a slot, then some months later the slot was filled in with a transparent fill, as if a window, to see the LED lights that had also mysteriously arrived. That is the short story on my PC repairs, which I haven't attempted since 2004 as the perps cause my fingers to shake and fumble for just that activity alone, that I cannot perform it. It seems they must have my PC removed from my premises for a time, and do whatever they need to do, and then have some "fallow time" with the new parts and modifications before I get the PC back. Regular readers may recall the time that I had a new glossy black Antec Solo case with all the extant PC parts installed, and lo, if the gangstalking vehicle beside me for the last two city blocks wasn't also glossy black in color before I got to the apartment entrance. Enough riffing on the color theme, and time to call this one done.