Watchless Yoga Day

1430h
As mentioned yesterday, the case on my watch broke, and this morning's laundry demands constrained me from getting a new one. That, and the assholes making me "forget" to obtain a vital ingredient for the usual quesadillas yesterday when in the local supermarket. And they did turn on the freak show and have me covered with gangstalkers in greater number for a 1030h shopping trip, ramping up on the shiftless dudes parading about.

A warm-up for the later freakshow when headed to yoga, a schiziod actor doing some kind of crouches in place and a cafe-au-lait skinheaded negro to boot. Same corner on the way back, a babbling semi-vagrant on his bicycle on the sidewalk, making sure that he crossed my path behind me with his bicycle. Plenty of maser and plasma flashes while in yoga, and some more seating fuckery, as well as tagging my light blue mat with a pink-red blotch that was in the mat's material and the perps made sure it bothered me enough to flip the mat over inside the first five minutes of the class.

And they treated me to another sleepless night, a first for a single day follow-on for a First Feral Family visitation. Until now, sleepless nights had been applied only when I returned from an overnight stay at the FFF home, but now, a six hour visitation doing extensive gardening work incurred the same treatment. The perps had me turning over about every two minutes, one side and then the other. Often they would script a noise while lying on one side, and thinking it was over, they would have me flip to the other side, and in the face of any logical rationale, they would run the same noise again, e.g retreating loud mufflered vehicles that would suddenly re-erupt when they had clearly passed by. Plus the faux neighbor fan noise, a generalized hum started in the evening and ran for over five hours, and continued most of the night while I was awake, save some on-offs when I first got into bed (usual disruption time). And lo, if the fan noise isn't continuing as I write, attempting to make a 24 hour noise as another all-time first.

Anf for the third day in succession, they have arranged a civic street maintenance job in my proximity, good for at least four hours of clanging, backup beeper noise, gravel slinging and scraping and today, jackhammer noise. Before yoga at 1130h, they cut the sidewalk and street on the SE corner of the street intersection below (gasoline engine noise), often where I cross and wait for the light after grocery shopping, and are now breaking it up and presumably haul it away. I thought that the three months worth of painting the sidewalk was just their color reference games, but they actually started streetworks there as of today.

Call it intesified noise and commotion arrangements in concert with sleep deprivations; two of the latter in the last three days. As expected, there has been no tiredness or nap attacks to make up for the sleep loss, in keeping with what they usually do to me for their sleep deprivation games.

2020h
 Now, the overhead rumbling noise has started up in bursts as I begin CD ripping for tonight, the usual post tea time "need" to start ripping CD's script. The fan noise from a faux neighbor stopped before tea time, making it continuous for nearly 22 hours, and on for the above mentioned sleepless imposition, and when I roused and continuing through breakfast.

But I did get given a nap for one hour and ten minutes before dinner, refuting my earlier claim that this never occurs to make up for sleeplessness. Same drill as two weeks ago; I wake up, feel cold, and put on the deep olive green acrylic sweater and extra thick socks. Maybe the perps have another snow storm scripted like two weeks ago, and this is a "warm up" for the event. I see the temperatures are getting colder, and the forecast even had the ridiculous statement of rain when forecast to be -2 degrees C. Stuff this stupid just doesn't happen so often unless one is in a totally controlled situation, one step more than the "total battlefield awareness" the US military likes to claim for the reason for yet more surveillance technology.

And in case you are a government deficit hawk, and want to end government funding, check out the summary of Phil Schnieder's comments as made in 1996 before he was murdered, as to who is scooping the lion's share of taxation monies; the secret government who has 129 underground bases in the US, and links them with Mach 2 trains for a cost of "roughly $1.3 trillion every two years" (1993 numbers). More incredibly to me, he says they have 64,000 helicopters, an amount at least double that of all the surface world put together. To which he adds, "why do they need all that unless to enslave us?" I cannot think of a more apt question, unless there is a percieved need for such a large fleet to survive some kind of substantial military encounter. Though it still does make me wonder about all these layers and the technology they develop. I deal with assholes who can shape shift and/or teleport as a daily part of their work; telekinetic abuses, remotely applied gravitational and object control and planted mind-fuck ideations I deal with every second of every day. Here are these world controlling capabilities (even my physics teacher in Grade 12, said, "if you control gravity, you control the world"); and yet there is this huge layer of one of many covert forces using conventional technologies to a large extent. (Mach 2 subterranean travel isn't conventional by any means). And yet, surely the "gravity group" has a considerable involvement if not oversight of the conventionally covert forces? Never mind the poor schmo's battling it out in Afganistan and Iraq. I just don't get it; these substantial and world domination capabilities, and at least two autonomous groups of them covertly operating below the surface world, as well as their fronts and surface bases they must surely have.

2135h
Continuing the grim record of the nefarious imperative, though not covert, is this piece, Guatemalan STD medical experiments were just one crime in a long history of medical-government collusion, and it has a shit list of major government involvement in the 20th centry of peace time nonconsensual human experimentation. Though it does raise the question as to why they chose Guatemalan subjects, but I won't get into my conjectures for now. The Natural News article makes a valid point;

[there is] "An implied message that this experiment from the 1940's was somehow an aberrant mistake that never happens in America. They want you to believe this is just some lone researcher who went off his rocker and committed some atrocious crime in the name of medicine. But the reality is that Big Pharma and the U.S. government use innocent people in medical experiments every single day. This wasn't some bizarre, rare event. It was a reflection of the way the U.S. government has consistently conspired with the medical industry to test drugs on innocent victims and find out what happens."

As I am writing this I am also ripping CD's, and lo, if the drive doesn't open at inopportune moments and a dialog panel come up over top of this Blogspot panel. And now, the overhead rumbling noise starts up as I bookmark or link pages. More of the disruption confluence with physical CD discs spinning and having me attach metadata and rename files. It is never dull around here as the most mundane things are of intense interest.

2320h
A interesting confluence of the assholes dumb fucking me doing music metadata tagging that went wrong (sabotaged), me yelling out loud with the headphones with my very fave Neko Case playing, then someone in the hallway yelling at me, and a cascade of sirens going on outside. Then the assholes had a number of wav files not convert to FLAC (ie. ripping), and kept popping up portions of the EAC to show me the error dialog box, then pulling part of TagScanner from view, then messing with Songbird Player. In other words, dialog boxes from one application were mixed in with another, and this kept on happening to widen the combinations of dialog boxes, applications and all while the music was playing. Then they interupt the music as part of the deal. Get all that? A melange of dialog boxes, windows and applications that they controlled and obstructed the mouse clicks and other input I was attempting to apply. Whipping away a task bar box just as I click on it to then bring up something else is another piece of fuckery they like to engage in as part of this sabotage theme.

Enough to call this done, and ponder tonight's sleep depravation games.