Gratuitous Whacks from Nowhere

1220h
A screaming rage "reaction" due to getting whacked on the knuckles by no observable force or interaction while I was putting away the coffee filter in the top cupboard. I was drawing my hand down after placing it, and my hand was 8" clear of anything, and then my knuckles got whacked. These more blatant extra-conventional applied force abuses get an automatic extra rage-ified response per mindfuck script. There is no particular reason, as one abuse event is the same as the next in terms of identifying the intent, and the pain factor has been lessened by the assholes making me less pain sensitive all round. I seems that the assholes need me enraged all the more these days, and are escalating the blatant nature by demonstrating yet more divergence of causal action and effect. Other extra obvious fuckery is adding noise to any action I do; an example is picking things up in the kitchen, as the clattering noise keeps continuing when the object is clearly grasped in mid air and is no longer contacting anything to make any noise from any source. This goes on everytime I pick something up or place it down, which is to say, highly invasive and fucking pointless from my perspective.

Other bullshit extended to before getting up with the wind howling through the misfitting frame of the kitchen window, an aluminum frame that is somehow ill-fitting and has a 3/8" gap in it that is a source of accelerated wind, its noise (or more like, extra noise augmentation), and ongoing cool air entry. I had removed the drafting tape sealing the gap a few weeks ago to start getting some fresh air in the place, and lo, if I wasn't compelled to reseal it again once I got up. But as the perps are totally beserk over adhesives, and especially sealing tape, it isn't too much of a stretch to figure out why this keeps happening. There have been at least two separate incidents in the last week of store cashiers handling sticky labels at the counter, and so continues  the perp beserkness over every day adhesives.

When preparing breakfast the assholes jerked me around to then have me place two spoonfuls of hemp seed in my cereal bowl when it has been only one for the past seven years of the same breakfast diet. This kind of blatant mind control has become more prevalent of late as they continue to disrupt long running routines for reasons best known to themselves. Then they pulled another coffee mess over the stovetop, the fresh coffee grounds magically flying off the spoon and landing in an arc around the coffee pot, requiring the blue sponge to be applied to cleaning up the semicircle of grounds around the pot. They don't even bother to make this stunt look like it has a probable cause even, they just blatantly flick off the coffee grounds. As the coffee grounds are brown colored, and I am routinely vision fucked at this juncture, and also subject to concurrent extra outside noise and plasma beams, it would seem that coffee handling, drinking, consumption and digestion is a big part of the very consistent theme of their brown color research that is so predominant. They don't send out all those parading Fuckwits with a coffee cup in hand for nothing, these portable sources of brown color references, outside and inside the Fuckwit, aka, the Coffee Corps. And I see a new coffee wholesale outfit has arrived on this city block, so there is a good chance that this may be contributing to this entire Fuckover scene.

Other nonsense in the night was to plant more vivid and technical dreams prior to waking up, a common occurence since dream invasion was stepped up last year. There were some people I knew in the dream, and they even added one of their favorite feminine motifs, the doe eyed babe with dark hair. I don't think that theme will be dropped anytime soon, as it has a way of getting attention like the much Favored blondes do.

Good Friday is a statutory day off here in the Gestapo State of Canda, though one could not be certain from the plethora of parked vehicles outside, even at 0830h when I got up, and long before any businesses were open. As usual, a strategic arrangement of black, white, silver-grey vehicles with the odd red vehicle embedding in the middle of the file or cluster. Even a "chance" glance out the balcony window for two seconds or so while crossing the room has vehicles arranged. Both times this morning there was a four to six vehicle cluster all travelling at the same speed, and all greyscale colors (as above). Which means, even the most fleeting of glances out the window have arranged vehicle clusters in motion. This is nothing new, as even back in 2005 in a different residence location there seemed to be constant arrangements outside for me to witness as I "happened" to be glancing outside. Many of these were vehicles, but as I was on the fourth floor, and looking down an alley, they would arrange partial views of ambulatory gangstalkers, arms or legs for example with the rest of the gangstalker obscured by buildings.

1915h
Other stunts that I wasn't allowed to recall until it was too late to do anything about is the kitchen flourescent fixture. It went on the fritz this morning before breakfast and it was light enough that I didn't really need to have it on. And lo, when it was 1700h I suddenly "remembered" and I got the assistant manager flake who insisted it was a bulb problem when it is a ballast problem. He then said the phone number was for emergencies only, which is total bullshit as it is the only phone number for the manager, and so I left it that he would fill out a piece of paper to then supply to the manager who is away all weekend. Convenient isn't it, the assholes who fuck with lighting levels and sources all the time take out a light on the start of a long weekend. As an example as to how rabid the perps are about lighting, they had all the flourescent fixtures changed in the wing of the classrooms that I attended for my Oracle courses, over 50 rooms is my take. They also took out a incandescent light in the bathroom, and now I am using the LED lights to augment the dim conditions the kitchen lighting fixture isn't lighting.

Much of the afternoon and early evening was spent in Linux land, and getting my Oracle install readied. I got hung up on devices and what their names were as I had this long "Mapper, Vols..." name which I know is not the device name. The internet wisdom didn't really help, and despite looking at df and du commands I could fathom what this was all about and why it cannot be as easy as Windows. And I ams still confused at to what is a Linux device as opposed to a partition and I reckon this confusion was designed as the assholes scripted at least the eighth pee just when I thought I had it figured out. Then when back from the bathroom the cognitive dithering came on and I gave up, shutdown Linux and then swapped hard drives to then reboot in Windows. The joys of having a removable hard drive rack.

And it has been cold all afternoon and now evening, with the wind up and intermittent rain. Some 23,000 residences were without power this morning, but I was OK. The perps like to script the odd power outage I have come to know, once arranging two outages, occuring each time I was in a specific store for two visitations in succession within a week, and just when I had finished all my grocery shopping. Funny how all those excuses keep erupting, one being an owl flying into a transformer and blowing it up and taking out power to 60,000 residences as I recall from five years ago.

1955h
More lighting changes, as I put the standing halogen light on, and the light seemed to come out a yellow color and not light much else around it. Then more temperature sensitivity, and so I put on thick wool socks, and lo, if that wasn't the excuse for my toes to then jam into each other. The perps seem intent on creating extra sensations today, and I suppose this is just one more.

They have also been guiding my fingers to do things I didn't want like clicking on the wrong mouse button and cancel is pressed instead of save. I thought the assholes had grown out of that juvenility, but the weekend crew hasn't it would seem.

2250h
A time of getting carried away while warmer after having tea and chocolate. Perusing hi-fi stereo equipement seems to keep my captors content, as does bookmarking movies to see one day when allowed that activity.

Enough for a shut-in day as the overhead pounding noise starts up through the earmuffs, and call this blog posting done.