Short and Maser Prone

1310h
This won't be much of a posting today as I will head out for a First Feral Family stayover, and hope that I don't get their cold/flu or bullshit gambit as to what they claim they have.

I am getting more intrusive plasma and maser games, even over my paper journal that I keep, to the point that I bitch out loud, ranting or raging as per degree of intrusiveness. The assholes are making vision more of a battle as they keep pissing around with what I can see, and then also manipulate my sight perception. And they even pulled a new never-before stunt; they can now directly manipulate text in mind; I loathe the serif fonts like Times New Roman (spread into common usage by MS Word default), and use non-serif fonts like Arial or Helvetica. I am working on a spreadsheet, and this morning they pissed around with the format so that I had to reset it, and then they manipulated my sight perception directly and changed Arial back into Times New Roman. A second later, and just before I was going to yell at them, they flipped my vision back to Arial, seeing what was actually in the spreadsheet. Put that in your clinical cap and see if there is a disease that covers this degree of specificivity, any of you doubters as to who is doing what.

I was doing the same spreadsheet and bookmarking activity last night; making up a PC build and bookmarking eligible components that I would use, and putting the best priced ones into a spreadsheet to show someone what I had in mind. But of course I don't have any money to acquire squat, let alone pay off my chocolate tab each month that the perps insist I run up. Why don't they just dole them out, 100g bars at the checkout, free for me, instead of this bullshit stunt they continue with? Or teleport them from wherever into my cupboards as an alternative about being too public with giving them to me at the supermarket?

I get the sense that the perps like me to do similar things at night and then in the daytime, so all of last night's covetous games as to what components I would build the PC with could be restudied again this morning in daylight conditions, albeit overcast today. They still cannot get enough of me doing Windows select, cut and paste, and are especially interested, via noise stalking, whenever I apply this to a price on of the computer component; selecting it, putting it in the bookmark title and then saving the bookmark. Truly amazing, and I must be at a half million bookmarkings since they began this insane depraved abuse in 2002. And we are coming up to the seven year anniversary, April 15, and this is to mention it in advance, as they very often like me to forget these things, only to remind me.

And I should note that I went, or more like, was put through, an extensive process of planning my next PC build in 2005 to 2006, and had all number of components picked out and then they crashed my PC and I had to get it "repaired" with a new motherboard, CPU, memory etc. from a local computer repair shop and had my choice limited to what they sold, albeit perfectly OK choices. That was over a year of plotting which were the best boards, getting the lowest online prices, and planning it out in exhaustive detail, only to have it all nixed by a sudden emergency build in conjunction with the shop that kept jerking me around as to motherboard availibility. And to make it worse, this was in the middle of a relocation, and I had no online access, except my parent's clunker PC and a public PC place. And they made the episode worse at some parts had to be ordered from Ontario as they were too expensive here. I am under no illusions at to who really needs me to go through this exercise of detailed planning by way of bookmarks and spreadsheets, and then to have it all dispensed with in one swoop.

And that I know it is Easter even if courtesy of my mindkeepers; in 2005 they must of removed any reference to Easter in advance and then had me driving through town complaining that all the stores were closed. A week later I "happened" to find out that Easter was the weekend before, so there was a legitimate reason for store closings (Good Friday). Funny that no one I knew, including the perp abetting parents, mentioned the word "Easter". Nor were any Easter displays up in the stores I frequented. And I did get a few "happy Easters" this week from the yoga teacher and the optician, so it shows that even the mention of any event at any time is tightly governed. Designed cluelessness for ulterior reasons. I wish I knew.

1340h
An exciting moment it seems; sirens through my earmuffs, forced farts, three gangstalker dispersing in the concrete courtyard accross the street, the annoying loud muffler noise through the earmuffs that cause me to block it out with my fingertips, putting the earmuffs down and a sudden rain onset. This is about 40 minutes after lunch and might related to the perps interest in food digestion (and related color changes). It is hard for me to get much excited about their intrusions as they are pursuing some very arcane and/or pendantic events.

But slow color changes in my proximity are of significant perp interest; the steeping tea in the glass teapot is one example and flushing the toilet with pee in it, get routinely noisestalked, and even enragement provocations at the same time. A more faster color change event is changing clothes, and this is always noisestalked, and they often make me overbalance when on one leg if changing my pants.

And I am getting more sabotage on this web site I see; mispelling or typos that I know I didn't make are "happening". This is the same with my Bookmarked sites; the descriptions are getting messed with, along with the cell content in the spreadsheet I noticed. All to force more repeats in differing circumstances; daylight level/time of day, in concert with associated activities etc.

1510h
Another new stunt of the perps is to have me drool, or more like, place drool on my lips or chin with no mouth manipulations that could of aided it in its translocation. It is the second time in two days, and it is getting fucking annoying to have one's saliva plastered on one's face with no causal actions. Have I not mentioned that most, over 90%, of gangstalkers are exposing their mouth contents in my proximity in some way; tounges hanging out, open mouthing, eating food, spitting, pressing their tongue to their cheek and the like? Probably too often, but as one's mouth is an inch awy from one's brain there must be some interaction when eating foods, and it is likely that the perps need a saliva test every so often, though they could extract it directly to a lab somewhere and I wouldn't be any the wiser. And excess salivating has been going on for some six months now, and that is a cover story for making more internal mouth noises.

Government Thought Policing: The NSA and Remote Neural Monitoring (RNM); a post by the Kassandra Project. Though I doubt the NSA would be involved here in Canada, and nor would they tail me for four blocks with very two fast walking gangstalkers all the way into my apartment building and the elevator. I don't think any self-respecting conventional spy agency would do that. It must a shadow organization that fully understands why they are acting so obviously at times, and then pulls juvenile stunts all day like planting crumbs over the place, making noise to "go with" jeans that don't make any noise in conventional terms. Who would be that organization and why do they continue so relentlessly?

1636h
Some planted disorientation; I don't where the time went this afternoon. On with the FUD (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt, said to be IBM's credo as to how to treat the customer).