Balmy Winter Days

1805h
It is mid Febuary, and the blossoms are out in force today, for this exceptional week of good weather, timed for when snow is needed for the Winter Olympics, in progress and not too far away, in Vancouver BC. I haven't been followingit  much, keeping my head down and doing the peasant earning thing of working in the daffodil fields, save on days with Oracle DBA class, like today, A Saturday. It was the final day of the DBA 1 course, and the instructor went over some test material, and it will be a huge stretch for me to be conversant enough to pass the exam, given the uncharacteristic, and mind-fuck imposed IMHO, lassitude about doing course study work. The infernal hassle of getting a Linux operating system on this PC is ongoing, as the back orded removable tray has not arrived after two weeks, and the retailer isn't responding to my emails as to cancelling the order, and allowing me to get on with a more expensive local alternative.

Sometimes I get fed the notions that I should quit railing against these imposed slowdowns, as nothing I do is going to help and accept the podunky and protracted script they have written for me.  Other days, I am totally pissed and incensed that I am not allowed to set my own schedule and why is there so much ineptitude or delay. Some study sessions have been attempted, but it clear that no more than an hour per day is allowed, as I get dithered as to reading comprehension all of a sudden.

Anyhow, much of the day was spent in the classroom, going over Oracle data movement methods, all interesting from the perspective that I was living and eating this kind of material every working day for some 8 years, and now, for almost 10 years, three of which I spent working, I have been removed from this technology, and by extension, any kind of remunerative work, save the agricultural initiatives of the last two years, the recent daffodil picking being one example.

Back to the daffodil fields tomorrow for two days and then another one off, in this nearly daily alternation of class attendance and farm labor. What that means for the perps isn't entirely clear, but they often have me flip between various modes, backing and forthing. And exposure to sunlight has always been a big deal as part of their research/harassment objectives, and so it is that this balmy February weather just might be part of the scheme. I don't know what the perps are going to do this summer when there is much more intense solar radiation, but last year they often kept me from going to work as a berry picker by screwing me out of remembering to put the alarm clock on the prior evening. It was another "never before" screwaround that was happening too often to be fluke. So it remains to be seen what they will do this summer to keep me out of the sun, though I am sure they have it planned. A good indication of their research accomplishments will be when they allow me to visit a tanning salon. This "need" sprang up in 2001 and 2002, as the fitness club had some tanning booths I would use intermittently. Even after the harassment started, they had me tanning a few times, and culminating in some intense head pain abuse inside the tanning booth. I could never figure out where it was coming from, but if I put my arms over my head I could block it out each time, though temporarily as they could re-aim the beam from somewhere else. I even found their trademark brown fibers in the pot lamp overhead, saved them to an envelope in my briefcase, and the envelope disappeared somehow within a few days. So... re-visiting tanning booths might be the biggest indicator as to the assholes' sunlight beams games might be over. I am not hopeful, and besides, I wasn't much for tanning, and there are so many of their objectives they have yet to attain, that one won't be noticeable from the victim's perspective (mine).

And today's class had the biggest cacaphony of sneezing, coughing, throat clearing, hacking and other like noise going, the first 1.5 hours. At least four apparent class members were in on it, maybe more, and it all seemed to be in competition with the power planer whine coming from down the hallway where they had ripped out the toilets and had them stacked in the hallway. I can only assume this was perp arranged, as they do have an obsession over toilets, and have arranged many plungings, overflows and like managed catastrophes in my apartments. And in fact, it was their opening act, sticking a balloon down the toilet as it was flushing when they invaded my apartment to lauch this insane abusive depravity 04-15-2002, income tax return day. My notes are not up to date, as there were personnel in my apartment, but only after it seeming that there was no one. I suspect they must of time-scrambled my recall, as I never, ever made errors of recall as to event occurences and dependencies, as much as they like me to start in the middle of a story before laying out all the predecessor events. So today, another "never before", the sickliest class ever, all those hacking and coughing bodies sustained for that duration, and managing to alternate between my left and right side. Maybe they will all be better this coming Tuesday for the next class.

All ancient history, as every fucking day I wonder when this abusive tyranny is going to end, and when I get to wreak avengance, being maintained in a state of near permanent anger for close to eight years now. Such is their version of abuse, and likely not the first time they put me through something, and crossed their fingers that I wouldn't remember.

Another stunt the perps were pulling last night after a day of daffodil picking, was to flash oversized images of daffodil buds in my vision, either by direct neural access or else a plasma field. It would only last a fraction of a second, but again, I have never had any kind of "flashbacks" from any endeavor, and especially one that is relatively benign in not causing any emotional trauma. And nor have I taken any kind of pharmacutical that would cause such. At least, not known to me, though the hijinx of Dr. Ewan Cameron in the 1950's, when I did live in Montreal for two years, does present a substantial question mark.

But in class today, I did get some smell jammed up my nose; the stale wet laundry smell was coming off someone nearby, and the odd time I did get yet more of a ganja spliff smell even if there is no smoking in the building. Tonight, I am getting the sulfurous matches smell from time to time. I suspect the perps use these same smells to correlate certain neural region activity from one physical location to the next, and in doing so, attempt to remotely detect the energetic signature of my thoughts as to who did it, how, and the rest of the attribution to the assholes. Been there, done that.

2125h
Plenty of transient vision impairment games tonight; the blurrings, then the vortex alignment like the text on the page is swirling down a drain, then striated light (banded in parallel), and the ever present plasma light flashes and projections and the wispy blackish filaments and fuzzy balls.

Enough for a post, such as it is.