Toilet Paper Follies

1040h
What could be stupider than the perp games over toilet paper, especially when an old roll is done, and a new one is loaded? It is always a big fuckover moment, sometimes "happening" in mid crap, being duly mindfucked out of preventive measures. Today's just finished nonsense is another, with a second forced pee this morning, then the leaping pee from the toilet that takes lateral hops and onto the rim, all to somehow catch a strange cast of light and have a red-orange glow coming off it, changeable if I shift my viewing angle. The cleaning up their rim mess, some arriving without apparent unconventional gravitic hopping, read teleported pee, and then running out of the roll just as I finished the cleaning, all to extra overhead noise clunking and backup beeping from outside. I put on the new roll, had the spindle secured at both ends, and then it magically hopped off the retaining hardward, suddenly hit the ground and took an extra conventionally kinetic hop 2' backwards to then unfurl to lay some of the paper directly on the floor. Like WTF?, closing in on eight years of unconventional gravitic abuse, and eight years of jerking around with freaking toilet paper (e.g. allowing perforation tearing some 10% of the time despite all attempts), and here we are, spoofing toilet paper swap-over still. But as the perps have an abiding interest in paper, and nearly always have a paper bearing Fuckwit within five minutes of me being out in public, and to the extent some ot them are even carrying their paper document in their mouths for crissakes (like a dog might), I suppose the last of toilet paper fucking games has yet to come. Just an aside as to what I deal with and the mentality of the Fuckwit Abusers.

And the eight year long answer to the above leading question as to stupider, is that even more stupid and anal retentive stunts are yet to come. And they consistently deliver.

A rousing stream of back up beeper noise this morning, getting a 0730h get up time from the mind keepers, without benefit of alarm. Usually I get screwed into a ten hour sleep on these occasions, getting up in mid morning and effectively missing most of it.

1530h
Tea and chocolate are over, and a full fire department and gangstalker press to accompany me outside on my way and back to get the chocolate at the supermarket, a walk of no more than 150'. They put the regular (seen 4x already) red haired faux bum in a green jacket on duty to ask me for a handout, all artfully arranged over the parking spot vacated by the red vehicle that bizarrely turned 90 degrees and travelled all of 15' to another parking stall. Then at the checkout, a red haired woman to the left, another one to the right, and when I got out of the store, the red haired vagrant male was on my ass again, seeking a handout and pretending he didn't recognize me the first time. I never encountered a bum with that little recall before, but in the harassment business, there is always a new stunt.

The trip outside was preceded by me doing my tax return online, and just at the final page, they wiped out the buttons to download the file and to send it to the taxman electronically. Fucking outrageous that some assholes let me do the entire tax return and then fuck me at the final frame. I suppose the big deal was to have me go to the supermarket then, tax return activities unfinished and hopefully recoverable, and get to see the erstwhile fire department out on the adjacent street, without benefit of sirens, all to have their yellow trucks outside and yellow lights flashing. And they are still at it in mid-street, the day glo dudes around their yellow vehicle, pretending to be still busy. I suppose being full of chocolate is part ot the deal, as the assholes like to put brown and yellow colors together for me to see or be exposed to. What does that remind me of....?

And more pee games earlier, also before going outside, and just the "usual unusual", per above extra-conventional gravitic fuckery.

Not an exciting day, being mostly PC bound by dint of mind fuck games. They often prescribe shut-in days for Tuesdays, the day after my return from the First Feral Family home. I get to do driver duty tomorrow in attending to getting this PC modified to get a removable rack installed, so perhaps no posting tomorrow.

2230h
A screaming round with the sickos who made my wheeled office chair stay stuck in a small dip and no amount of lateral force could move it. Once I started yelling at them, it was permitted to move, often the case with these stunts.

And out at my evening course tonight; the usual fellow travellers, but even more obvious when returning as today's hoodie stalker in a low contrast large checkered hoodie jacket in olive green and light blue covered me in both directions, pairing up with the wacko woman in pants, a skirt and a jacket of last Thursday evening. They just both "happened" to have the same schedule and know each other. I suppose it is possible they are in the same evening classes, but the number of "happenchance confreres" meeting each other in my proximity beats Cheers hands down.

And they sneaked a negro on board the bus somehow, as I was watching all the entering passengers and the bus driver went upstairs before the bus departed on the return trip, presumably to flush out anyone asleep upstairs. Lo, if the negro didn't come down and project his hand out first to grasp the vertical rail as he came downstairs. I was wondering what it was until he revealed all of himself. I suppose this would be another incremental exposure exercise, but they made sure I saw this Unfavored specimen by way of his hand first though.

As usual, the late evening time bus has a surfeit of shiftless males; I cannot figure out why so many or that they may only take the bus for three stops and then get off.

Other bullshit was in the classroom, this god awful sneeze erupted right behind me just as the instructor said the word "fail" in the context of Oracle database software. But I suspect this kind of bullshit is only going to get worse, as the assholes seem to want to study every word I utter, including the ridiculous english syntax they plant on me sometimes. Another trick is for them to type out a word wholly different than what I intended, and turning off my error trapping ability at the same time, so I don't catch the erroneous word until it is fully typed. Yet another never-before.

I am going to call this posting done for the day, and there won't likely be a posting tomorrow or even Friday (Mar. 24 and 25) as I am getting the removable hard drive rack installed, a two month quest/jerkaround since I first ordered one and got screwed around with back orders, delayed orders, and a parcel sitting in the manager's office for a week. Another coincidental stunt (har, har) was having my mother's PC hard drive fail and then the delivered drive put in her PC while I wait for an RMA hard drive to come before I can complete my intended Linux dedicated hard drive. So in other words, the perps wanted this hard fdrive to sit in the manager's office in the lobby for a week, then sit in my apartment for a week, and then get taken to my mother's place to then be taken to the PC repair shop. And lo, when I arrived at the service desk, the receptionist was taking a hard drive out of its anti-static packaging that had a dayglo orange sticker on it. This has been one long ugly project, entirely held up by the assholes, and it just might be the tone that will be set as I get fucked with in installing Linux.

The significance of the magnetic hard drive disks is that the perps are keeping me in a densified magnetic field (measured and photographed at 1600 gauss in 2009), and having a magnetic disc spinning at 7,200rpm only 2' from me (inside the PC) is just too wonderful of an event for the said assholes that keep hounding me all the time. All the better that the hard drive makes a round trip from the apartment building lobby where the manager's office is, then my apartment, then my mother's place for one night, then the PC repair shop and back to her place, now inside her PC. And just as her PC exits the shop, mine enters the shop to get its hard drive relocated to a removable tray that slides into a rack that secures it. Hopefully this week I wil recieve the RMA hard drive, replacing the one that was likely sabotaged in my mother's machine. And both PC's were built at the same time in the same shop, and many of the parts of my old PC were put in my mother's at the time. It is all very coordinated and orchestrated, never mind the coincidence factor that begat the hard drive chase.