Bifurcation

1205h
That title translated, specifically means doing two things at once, or interleaved activities, swapping between them. And hopping between two activities is a big deal for the sickos. Today it is all about Linux boot partitions, and then ordering a removable hard drive rack (obviates the need for a boot partition/disc), and then back to boot partitions and boot manager software. Why the sickos want me involved in this is strange, but I am getting enough noise stalking through the earmuffs to let me know that they are vitally interested. Other coincident phenomenon are light flashes, shadow flashes (momentary darkening), mouth and saliva noises and some printing activity on the side. Just too fascinating for them it would seem, having me on the edge of cognitive capability, not to mention a potential danger of taking out the hard drive and wiping this here Windows software. Along the way, as part of this mornings' efforts on this theme, I ordered a trayless removable rack and an extra hard drive. This hardware configuration has been a long time notion, planted before overt harassment, as far back as 2000 when I got back online from home. I could detail some more of this pedantic topic, but I will leave it at this, more as a mention than the gory techinical details, which will be only partial in any event.

1340 h
A series of overhead pounding noises heard through the earmuffs is continuing as I write this. It is about 1h40min after lunch, and as before, it seems that food digestion bedevils the assholes, and they have their post-meal set point when they go stupid with noise. Most prime harassment activities are scheduled just before lunch or dinner, often protracting the meal time as part of the arrangements. Hence, Thursday's (yesterday) yoga at 1130h, finishing for the four block gangstalk gauntlet at 1235h or so.

As always, the associated activity at the time of the noise assault is always of note; today, more pounding noises started when reading about the recent release of the Palin emails.

1415h
I have done some more mind-share analysis of the present PC events/stunts; a possible boot disc manager software load, dual O/S and the related goings on of the 3 month old hard drive getting bad sectors, and also the impasse over backing it up. With all that going on, starting with the lastmost activty and the pissing match that it has become, one has to wonder where this is all going, save a disaster in the making. Don't ask me what it means for the sickos, but they are decidedly interested in all this, especially by way of the flashes of light that are displaying on the wall in my peripherial vision. As always, how such bright and focussed beams get some six stories up and in this apartment block is very strange by any account.

2000h
The sickos have been keeping me in all day, and even doing laundry (hallway accessed) and vacuuming today while the laundry was on. So... when they let me out later in the day, it becomes a major gangstalking event, which it was.

An hour after dinner was spent in futile attempts to get a boot manager software suite loaded and functioning, but to no avail. The two downloads identified the discs easy enough, but there is a logical boot partition on one of them, and it didn't show up to be assigned a boot file. (Or whatever the fuck it is supposed to do, as I don't have this all figured out yet, and even the Oracle instructions don't help when it says to take the default, which means wiping out the entire drive). And it seems this effort, even if expended in futility, was so interesting that a major gangstalk scene was on.

They even brought out the past building manager to loiter outside on the sidewalk and suck on a cigarette. Then three of them descending on me once at the sidewalk, and to "escape" I attempt to cross the street, but lo, if they didn't have it covered with vehicles coursing by. Then at the first pedestrian traffic signal, the babe in red and her black labrador dog were patiently waiting on the other side, and once on the sidewalk the white panted dufus dude comes in. Then all of a sudden no gangstalkers for half the block until the outside of the LD store. Then relatively few in the foyer area save one wacko dude in a red toque headed out the exit. I get to where the Pears soap is and there was three of them all around, and the stocking/stalking dude follows me up the asshole as I walk by, and then having walked too far, we do this little dance in the aisle among the displays that are constricting aisle space. Then once I picked up the box of soap and then no other gangstalkers coming at me around the corners like they ususally do. Then onto the chocolate and junkfood aisle, and an all time first, no one there. But alas, as I enter the aisle a young woman comes tromping through and puts on the yawn next to the chocolate section. I get the chocolate without any further gangstalkers, the first time in years at that location, and onto the laundry detergent, where oddly, no gangstalkers. Onto the checkouts and I see they closed one down, and the one open one has a wooly Caucasian hurl-do dude, aka, rasta hair, about as disgusting as hair can look. Off to Customer Service as no one is there to get a cashier, and lo, three Fuckwits arrive in a flush, one being the red toqued goof mentioned above, now entering the store after exiting with nothing. One of them arrives behind me while my groceries are being checked out and I am about to pay, and he needs to phone someone he tells the cashier. Anyhow, out of there, and two more Fuckwits together cross my path at the exit outside and just about walk into each other getting in the same entrance door. Another passel of six gangstalkers at the liquor store on my beat back to my place and I was done, not even door service (a common gangstalking feint). This on and off gangstalking clusters is something totally new, as I usually get a steady stream with some clusters in some locations.

Which begs the question as to what that was all about; did they want me fresh from software install futility or was it because I was cooped up all day? Hard to know, and nearly always are there multiple objectives in one sortie.

2040h
And what is with this ongoing and increasing campaign to create momentary visual smear or pixellations? This often happens when I am looking at text, and then a momentary glance and it is all smeared usually in some kind of parallel striated pattern or in a vortex swirl. I have been getting more of this of late, and it seems in one case when in the kitchen and looking at the circular stove burners, often a glance over my shoulder, that the arc of the edge of the burner at the stovetop appears to be staircased in rough pixels of the same color. Its as if the assholes don't want me to see an arced line for crissakes. That and a few other hundred or so physical geometries they constant distort in my visual field.

2110h
Two more rounds of boot manager software failing; not even running this time, never mind the fake of apparent function with the Windows dialog boxes that go nowhere. Why is something so simple orchestrated to be so protracted?

2225h
Major visual problems; plasma beams along lines on the LCD display, and the always visible trails of masers wafting in my visual field. And the odd maser making a beeline toward me. I saw one such maser yesterday, coming off the dry-erase board at the front of the classroom, emanating the word "name" as it was written. More WTF, and when is this rape-show done? Not for at least two more years it seems. Any IT/Oracle jobs are going to happen until 4Q2010 my mother intimated a month or so ago. Take it from there, and the desperate clown show that keeps rolling on.