Windows Upgrade; the Most Feared Intrusion

10-09-2013
An upgrade to Windows 7 yesterday caused all browser access to fail, both in Firefox and IE. Though I doubt whether it was MS's doing anyhow. There was a confluence of things going wrong yesterday; and the roofers came to my abode, with my permission, to fix the leaking stove flue. Though it does make me ponder as to why they needed to remove the E window screen and put it inside, along with raising the venetian blind. There is a door next to this window, so what gives? And their roofing tiles somehow littered the roofing stones onto the doorstep.

An Amazon order got held up due to above mentioned browser crash, and we know who likes to mess with my item orders be they personal or professional. Read on.

And due to vineyard owner family vagaries, I worked a split shift yesterday and today, taking two hours off in mid-day and coming back to get the crushing and de-stemming done with the owner's daughter. That didn't stop the perps from putting me through vinegar smell most of the day, ostensibly from the fruit flies on the grapes. The perps love to play that disgusting smell on me, and don't miss an sliver of an excuse to plant it up my nose.

The usual litany of arranged vehicle trains, oncoming and ahead and behind me were duly arranged for the two extra commutes for the two day's of split-shifting. Even returning home bound at 1900h begat the usual arranged vehicles; colors, types with the odd motorcycle in the mix. Funny how that happens, no matter how irregular my commuting hours and days are.

10-10-2013
My browser software is working, and effectively my internet access is back. I worked a straight thru day, thankfully. I wanted to fill my vehicle tank up afterward, and lo, if the perps didn't obstruct my usual fuel station with all pumps occupied and two vehicles behind me to block me from reversing out of there. I had to circle the lot and exit, replete with extra headlights aimed at me.

10-11-2013
Busy with wine-making work; plenty of red plasma flashes came on when dealing with the fermenting red wine and then heading inside to get something, due to a forced "forget". It would seem the perps are still working on their red response in different lighting conditions. The fermenting wine that just had to be kept inside last year, is doing nicely outside and the temperature is much lower thankfully. Lower temperature ferments make for more aromatic wine.

After helping the boss to get his tractor forks under a bin, there he was still sitting in the tractor ten minutes later for no apparent reason. That I ate my lunch during those ten minutes is likely something to do with this brain fart inanity, and all the more given that the tractor is orange in color. And how many times have I encountered gangstalkers sitting in their vehicles for no apparent reason in parking lots, or else participate in extended loitering around their vehicle with the doors or trunk open? They are multiple daily occurrences, and so regular that I don't report on them much in this here blog.

With winemaking, there are many things to measure often the same fermenting juice as different times of the day. And lo, if the owner's dog, a puppy still, is barking at the very moment I measure something; the dog's timing is impeccable, as in 100% over a five minute interval with at least six measurements.

The order screw up games continues; winery supplies this time. It began with no mention of backordered items, then when I get the supplies some aren't there, A "Will Call" stamp on the Order Acknowledgement amounts to nothing, and so I phone, and tell them what was missing as they didn't seem to know. One TC gasket was the wrong size as well. The items seem to be backordered, but coming soon. Today, a week later, I get the backordered items, plus the returned item the right size, and lo, if they aren't still missing one item; the only item with a quantity of 2, all the rest were a single instance item. I phone, they apologize, blah, blah and I say it will be picked up next week. What a trial, and this was once an outfit that had impeccable service. Go figure.

How do the perps present the above arranged scenario to a participating commercial party in advance? Something like; "we know you pride yourselves on excellent service and getting all the details right everytime, but we want you to look like a bunch of non-stop buffoons when dealing with our chosen victim on this order, and this is how the inanity will unfold". Or, is it a variation of the tiresome game, where an individual is at first friendly and engaging, and at some later point becomes (uncharacteristically) an asshole, thereby earning my term, "attaining asshole cred(ibility)". In this case it is a reputable firm, where they were first friendly, competent and gracious and then perform a stunt, with multiple acts of incredulous ineptitude and totally out of character, though still putting on the friendly part. Go figure.

It was yoga tonight with the male perp (IMHO- read last week's blog) instructor of five Unfavoreds (male over 20, large gut, bald head, thick frame eyeglasses dumb baggy shorts to his knee). There were only five other classmates, compared to fifteen women last week. Only one of the three babes around me last week returned. Another tall girl, about my height, blonde, and presumably a younger doppelganger for another woman some 15 years older who is also about my height. The perps ensured I admired their long limbs much more often that I would of if not polluted with nonstop mindfuck games . And the two blonde women were in the lobby after class, nattering next to me while I was chatting with the engaging and pretty manager at the desk. And getting my attention by loudly mentioning the "F-word".

One male in the class tonight, another unusual feature as there were fifteen other women in the class last week and I was the only male. Said dude hung around the young blonde girl even if he was old enough to be her father. They hid the dude behind a pillar for the most part, which was just fine by me. This dude and the male instructor performed a faux male bonding stunt in the lobby afterward; the instructor, who doesn't engage with me at all, to the point of being avoidant, came and introduced himself to the other male in the class room, and lo, when it was time for me to depart, they first put on a red dressed Fuckwit woman coming at me, and then I turn 90 degrees toward the door, the dudes (instructor and other male student) parted by two extra feet with their backs toward me, but seeming to know I was coming all the same. Very often I will get the "split couple act", where a married couple will split apart for some unsaid reason timed so I walk between them and arranged so there isn't much choice for an alternate route. But having me pass between two seeming unrelated barely-bonded males is a first.

And with the dusk onset at 1830h when I exited yoga it wasn't too much of a surprise to see a surfeit of red vehicles, though I also saw a red coated attractive woman walking past. Not forgetting the above mentioned red coated Fuckwit passing near me when inside the yoga center.

And what is with the bun hairstyles of late? They are much more predominant and even come with a fount of hair dropping down from the bun like a little mop on their head. Alien lore has it that the "breeders" (kept women) wear hair buns, so perhaps they are also part of the makeup of all those things I was shown during the three lost (read, memory deleted) years when 2 to 5 years of age.

10-12-2013
Saturday, but busy with wine fermentations and bottling. And the day I switched to a new razor insert and shaved my body hair in addition. It doesn't sound like much, but the perps go nutty on new razor insert days. Tonight they were busy infuriating me for at least 20 rage-ifications, though laundry tonight might be one additional reason. One jerkaround was having me "forget" my laundry in my vehicle for crissakes. I haven't had such provocations since about 2006, the nadir of the abusive intensity designed to drive me into much smaller living quarters by way of created evictions.

Another internet order got nixed; after I logged out it was gone and and after re-ordering the last completed order it was sabotaged with the quantities stripped out.

10-13-2013
Sunday on this Thanksgiving weekend in Canada, and even at 0800h I get a roadside photo-shoot, and lo, if they didn't have a topless woman mermaid model draped in a net and slathered in red, yellow and green some 10' up a lascustrine soil bluff with the photographer below. This is the same soil type as the vineyard/winery when I work, and I suppose it might be an erotic backdrop to get my momentary attention, though with fugly colors.

Anyhow, I best get this launched/published and call it another week in Hell on Earth.