Sunday, April 27, 2014

Where My Music Comes From

Eight months later I finally get it together to put a modest introduction together for my alternate blog (Potemkin Villager), dealing with technology related to hassling the living shit, literally and figuratively, out of TI victims.

Sunday evening, and they let me out for a hike today, and the weather was decent. Though they did "de-tune" the sun over the afternoon as it got hazy with a high elevation overcast. The new backpack is becoming a pain, as it doesn't have that wonderful mesh frame that keeps it off my back that the small Deuter has. Backpacks are a constant ergonomic flux that I cannot get right, save aforementioned Deuter that is a useful lunch pail (28L) for nearly 10 years, but forget about packing for weather changes even for a day hike.

Anyhow, music listening seems to be a particular focus for the perps of late, and where I get the music from and in what form. Examples are online FLAC file sources, from a CD disc, and then the same music converted to a file. Also too is the location of the files; this here PC or the NAS I got stiffed with, and soon it seems, from a USB stick. The universal player has a different set of headphones and some of those discs are now copied into files. And too, I got hit with another order for 9 items that got split into seven sub-orders, some of which is coming from the UK for only $3.49 shipping. This isn't the first time, but it seems that the journey of the CD is also important for the perps, hence these used discs, often $1 or so, to be shipped from across North America and the UK for a ridiculously low price. If I was to order it from, they would nail me for $16/CD. Go figure.

Then the utter abusive nonsense over my car deck is still going on; the Source button somehow (now) misses the CD choice and inserts another FM band. Well, there is a separate button for a "band" (a collection of FM or AM stations), and I didn't press it and somehow it got inserted into the Source button selection. And now, when I restart the vehicle it reverts to the "Tuner" source instead of where it was on the CD source. It was working fine until two weeks ago; if it was playing a CD when I stopped, it would pick up where it left off when I re-started the vehicle. Like WTF; a perfectly working CD-tuner deck goes wonky and "forgets" about the CD player and now reverts to Tuner when I re-start the vehicle.

The perps seem to be holding up an HDMI switch I need to get my player to have a display to set up file access, so at some point I expect to be switching between the two sources to access the same file, aka "convergence". It has only been a month since I ordered this HDMI switch, and I have sent the supplier two emails as to what is going on, to no response.

An online order went amiss yesterday, to send money to a lossless music file provider. I emailed them with the transaction number and they fixed it, conveniently forgetting that I had a download that didn't arrive and was billed for it. How three things went wrong when paying by credit card is beyond me, but have I not mentioned that all my financial transactions get gangstalked, screwed with or otherwise surveilled? Way too often to be sure.

Another online order got stalled out when the Create Account button didn't work, after I complied with all the mandatory data field entries. This wretched server rack project I got stiffed with is one that never ends. I ordered slides at $20/pair  instead of $80/pair from server rack equipment suppliers. But of course that was too easy, as one must have connecting brackets to mount them. One supplier had wrap-around brackets that were made for a 1.74" width slide. My slides were 1.75" a single full U (rack Unit), so I knew they wouldn't fit. That was good for two weeks of stalling me out, and then in a moment of imposed "rationalization", (e.g. sloppy fitting, it will be OK, trust us), I ordered these brackets. They cost me $100 for four pairs (ordering half of what I needed for some "reason"), and when they arrived two weeks later, why, they didn't fit. Out by 0.01" and there was no way around it. That was good for stalling me out for four weeks, and when I had a second look at the mount brackets supplier, they had a design that was flat and no wrap-around flanges, which would fit for sure. And in attempting to remedy this long playing imposed ineptitude the perps crashed the above mentioned purchase attempt. And what is the whole point of this idiotic obstruction and protraction?

It never ends; for my online banking I wanted to add an "payee" to my online list, I found the right one, selected it, and there was no actual "Add" button for crissakes. The Enter button did nothing, and moving the cursor around to find a hidden button (it has "happened" in the past on some sites) found nothing. Tried another browser, got a blank page, tried another browser and logged in OK and the same problem. Did I not forecast (in general) this in my last blog posting? Now I find my question is part of online discussion for crissakes.

I got a reply about the"Add" button missing, and it is "Next, Clear, or Back", none of which was there either. When I phoned the next day to make the transfer, the customer service person wasn't too surprised that a missing button prevented me from adding a payee. "No selection button, that's strange", and on with managing this over the phone. That's strange, why aren't you more surprised and concerned about the bank's web pages breaking and preventing customers from normal online transactions? Of course I never get to skewer the assholes with a smart ass reply, never.

A half-assed holiday in Canada, this Easter Monday; government offices are closed and that is about it. The vineyard work was about the same, the owner going over my winemaking notes with me, and then some lame-assed chores to do. One was delivering a jug of sulphuric acid to the neighbor apple farmer, on the same trip I made to fill a hole in the road near the pumpshouse next to the lake. Had to make a second trip, and lots of vehicles passing by of course....

PVC pipe fittings, taking it back plus more back, always a big perp event. I got set up and screwed around by the staff in the morning as all I wanted a straight 4" pipe connection, no bell end and no fittings/couplers. And guess what, he gives me the latter kind. The counter dude didn't know that there was a third kind of 4" pipe screw cap termination until I mentioned that I got some in the past, and only then did he go back to the supplies to find what I was looking for. I had the vineyard owner's receipt, taking back her pipe fittings too (of a few weeks ago, still in her purse), and took a piece of the straight pipe from the vineyard for which I was making up filter cartridge storage tubes. That begot plenty of activity around me, and too, when getting a refund. And it got screwed up, because the owner got the refund and I didn't get my reciept to claim. Out $24.

Jerked out of going to yoga on Monday for some curious reason; the instructor teaches two classes on Monday, but for some reason only the latter one I don't go to. Some one wanted Power Yoga off the schedule today

A rainy morning, and fairly wet on the irrigation system work in the creek gully. I got to work out at the gym in the evening, and my regular big sloppy shorted Fuckwit was hounding me. At one point he arrives on a bench beside me, some 4' away, and then just sits there staring into the mirror. As before, going back to 2006-07 gym visits, I have never seen so many people go to a gym just to sit around.

I worked in a creek or the gully under trees for much of the day, and a big gangstalk scene it was when I finished and on my driving commute back. I stopped at LD and the freakshow was in fine form. What is the deal with these weirds who enter the store while I am at the check out and then stop there, some 4' behind me in the middle of the main thoroughfare of the store? Fucking berserk, and it "happened" in two successive visits at the LD store. And I got scooped twice in succession at the checkouts, different ones, getting ahead of me. Funny how that happens so often and only extremely rarely do I scoop anyone. Maybe less than six times where I scoop a shill in the last 12 years, and some 150-200 times where they scoop me.

Got to use a chainsaw for about five minutes before it sputtered out on me. The owner somehow got it working just fine, making excuses that they have a limited running life. Ridiculous. They haven't let me run a chainsaw for at least 6 years, my brother's being the last one, coming straight from the shop and it wouldn't start. Not forgetting that bizarre incident about then, when going to the bus stop near the First Feral Family house, a Fuckwit walks out with a chainsaw from an empty lot, crosses the street and places it some 30' into the field in front of the church at the corner. Then he walks back to the empty lot and disappears. I had been using a chainsaw the day before, and this placed chainsaw was visible and some 120' from the bus stop I waited at. I think I posted a pic of it at the time.

Yoga on a Wednesday due to its seeming cancellation on Monday, A dishy blonde instructor, and the usual all-woman crew (class members) there, plus two drop-ins. Her Blondeness parked in front of me for some reason, as she is just about always across the room blocking my view on the side mirrors. There was plenty of room on the E side, but no one filled it for some reason. Perhaps they put Fuckwits there on the outside of the wall, leaning their backs to it possibly.

Planted romantic notions over the fantasy Fat Girl come and go all day it seems; funny how the Fat Girl theme comes on so strong when I haven't met any, or don't want to check them out.

A mid-morning visit to the urologist started the gangstalking frenzy today, replete with male Fuckwits in the office, one somehow scooting in ahead of me after doing his legs-wide crotch exposure while seated.

Then the helicopter was out when I exited, streams of gangstalking vehicles, the dump truck, the trains of color coordinated vehicles, and then my boss phones me enroute when he "happened" to be ahead of me, driving back from his doctor's visit. More fine coincidences again, and I caught up with him and his wife at the gate to their vineyard.

I was finally let out to do some work under the trees again, the irrigation pipes need to be supported, so I took some grape trellis posts and put two together, and a third to lean on them. Putting CCA (Cadmium, Copper and Arsenic) treated posts (the green colored ones) in a creek to forever leach these wonderful chemicals isn't my style, but that is how it is done here. And we know who likes to pollute things don't we? Just another variable in their long running pollute-the-earth games.

And it was the first day without coffee, per above urologist's suggestion. And lo, if the excessive morning time peeing just didn't suddenly stop. So... we have entered a new brown food/beverage testing phase by eliminating one daily brown colored beverage. It is extremely common for the perps to work from more complex events and then simplify them by removing one variable at a pre-defined determination. Bring on the chocolate anyhow; I don't see the perps giving up on this brown colored food.

I was all set to work out at the gym again this week, per planted notions. But only 2.5 min. on treadmill before I got inexplicably tired made it a pointless endeavor. The big fugly shorts dude was right behind me for the event of premature treadmill shutdown and hounded me all over the place after that, even planning his furry leg show (calves only, as his shorts were so long), when I was upside down on the bending over jig. The perps have a history of shutting down running, and the recent gym visits of the past two weeks suggested that they might be relenting, but only a single 15 min. treadmill exercise once per week is allowed. Back in 2003 in the first year of this abuse, they let me run outside, but after some months they totally shut me down by making me suddenly tired and lifeless, and there was no point in continuing. In 2006 when at the gym for an organized group session they only let me run so they could learn how to screw me out of body memory. They would scramble me as to my maximum speed, 10km/hr, and plant the notion that it was say, 11km/hr, and then when I noticed from body memory this was way too fast, the gangstalkers would swarm by. Or they did at first, but after some 10 sessions or so they had only a few come by when I noticed the treadmill was going too fast. It was mission accomplished when they ran me at 11km/hr and "somehow" I didn't notice for 30 seconds or so.

Only 1135h on this Saturday, but what a gangstalking and Fuckover scene. At least six rage-ifications when making breakfast because of imposed messes; drops of milk hopping out of the pan twice, sending me to the fridge when I wanted the cupboard and a few others. A full frontal body hair shave this morning, another perp excitement event.

Then onto laundry, always a perp obsession especially that I head out to a laundromat. The boom/elevated platform was in the next house across the alley from my vehicle, the Fuckwit doing tall tree trimming. The laundromat had the loafing male in the white pickup sitting outside, but no one in it at first. About a minute later, some three parties of males arrive within half a minute, one party of two seemed to need to put on the yap. The skinhead of the party had me lined up for a stare when I looked in his direction, and his long hair pal kept his back to me. The skinhead later blocked the central aisle to force me around a table where another skinhead male was busy with his laundry, (he had just arrived, and then tailed me outside to his still-running vehicle next to mine). The red colored pants wearing laundromat male stalker was back again, making sure I saw plenty of his fugly red pants in my peripherial vision all the while.

Then onto the recycle glass depot amidst the long trains of gangstalking vehicles, and they even had one stop in mid-street outside the depot, stopping me for a half minute before I got the last parking stall as it was packed for some reason. Then the perps scrambled me as to where the tanning salon was, forcing me to go around twice. More long trains of gangstalking vehicles, adding some that went way too slow.

At the tanning salon, the near-ubiquitous male hanging around at the desk talking to the woman attendant was in place. And lo, if I didn't get fucked around as the bed didn't turn on when I was undressed with lotion slathered on me. This same bullshit almost "happened" two weeks ago when I was last there, a seeming flaky switch. There was no other customers in the place, so what was so complicated about setting it up? Apart from last week with a different attendant, there was never any problem over three winters. Just another jerkaround as far as I am concerned, last week being a "warm up".

Other freaks that were on show were the "jaywalking" motorized wheel chair, this Fuckwit woman crossing the road at an oblique angle to maximize street crossing time where I made a R turn for the last laundry load from the dryer. On the way back, why this same freak was crossing the road diagonally at the intersection where I made a R turn. An in-lane white stalker van came to lead me on my last trip as well; from where I was parked in the lane to 95% of the way there. I don't normally get this extra intense vehicular gangstalking, but it seems the perps were putting on all the abuse they could, and probably following on from that bullshit at the gym last night, per above. Add in the dithering dipshits driving, the excessive numbers of ambulatory Fuckwits doing high arm swings, and the red-coat/shirt types, a final coup de grace with a his-and-her both in red coats, though dissimilar reds, holding hands, he in fugly brown shorts for crissakes.

Another event this morning was the landlady dropping off two Amazon orders, that presumably, arrived yesterday. It is just that she timed dropping them off just when I set off for the last trip to the laundromat. Not that she knocked on the door or otherwise introduced herself. And have I mentioned how often the perps like to arrange stunts and noises whenever I take possession of something. Adding fuel to their non-consensual human experimentation agenda, it that the two packages contained used CD's, which I am now listening to. All part of where the music comes from; not only where the CD is shipped from, but played off what device and in what form. Just to think, the whole MP3 thing of reduced music content and passing it around free on the web must be part of the perp's human research plan.

More music interaction; listening to LR and the Stone Ponys while ripping a CD also from today's mail arrival. Call it "music source confluence"; music from a disc player while ripping and editing metadata. Another variant is listening to a file download while ripping and editing another CD, different from LR but with a similar vocal range and tone. A related stunt was having me listen to music from my disc player and mind-fuck me into "thinking" that the PC media player could control it. An elaboration of this was that playing a file on the PC and it was faint; and the planted notion was that the download file has a copying problem. No.. it was the disc player's headphones on my head with nothing playing, and the faint music was from the headphones sitting on the PC. Exciting times in Perp-ville.

Later in the afternoon; is it just me, but why is robust software breaking of late? Media Center is serious hi-fi music player and it won't start properly and hangs, and has to be given the End Task treatment to end it. I start it again, and then it is fine. Tag Scanner is blowing up with "invalid pointer reference" when it has been rock solid for the last two years.

More screaming at the assholes as they have blocked Cue Tools from working and then all the other music file splitting software I can find is compromised by versions that don't work unless I pay up, even if they say "Free Download" etc. And why would someone be so stupid to put all the songs of one album into one file in the first place? Dealing with the daily inanity of this unrelenting string of sabotaged software is more than I can take. The supposed all inclusive Media Player for which I paid $50 doesn't have any cue splitting functionality. Talk about a gross oversight, but of course I wasn't exposed to this whole file album absurdity until after I bought the software, some two years into ripping audio files (no mp3's). Then to type out this paragraph is also subject to finger fumbling sabotage to the point of yet more screaming at the assholes.

I got hit for a 1.5 hour nap attack around 1700h. Always a good way to punch a hole in one's day, as in nothing to show for it.

Time to call this week done, and suffer another.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Twelve Years On

Who knew this litany of psychopathic abuse would run 12 fucking years, and counting? Back on 04-15-2002 they first scared the crap out of me and then hit me with a shock and awe array of unconventional technologies in my apartment, first after taking me somewhere else, and then bringing me back to my apartment for "the experience". I suppose all my family and friends did know in advance, and when I went to work the next day the boss mentioned that he also off work the prior day, and ditto for my former boss, though with different excuses. I wouldn't doubt that they were watching in some command/control room somewhere, along with many others.

And so here I am, wondering why is it that these insane assholes won't come forth and declare themselves. Back on 04-15-2002 some of them did show up in my apartment, one notable case being a male who inflated a balloon and tied the end of it into a knot and then in the bathroom he flushed the toilet and inserted the balloon to block it. Somehow I "forgot" and then when I went to use the toilet next it wouldn't flush. And ever since that event, until 2013, my toilet blocked 99% of the time whenever I had a bowel movement. Plungers would work sometimes, and not others, and the various toilet clearing chemicals would take a few hours or longer to clear.

And why won't they show up? They dropped a big hint back in 2013, having me read about quantum mechanics and  biographies of preeminent of researchers (e.g. Paul Dirac, Hugh Everett). It is about the "Measurement Problem" in quantum mechanics. If the link is all too opaque, the short story is that an observer is always part of what they are measuring, and cannot be disassociated in conventional or classic physics. BUT, if one can separate the observer, by surreptitiously spying on them via the energetic ether and controlling all their faculties, the measurement problem can be circumvented. I know, I am jumping through a lot of assumptions here, but it "so happens" that every time I measure something I get noise-stalked, or have added unconventional events occur, e.g. light flashes, suspending my cognition while looking at the measurement tape or other object, and many other orchestrated events, e.g. gangstalker arrivals, ruses and eruptions. Don't ask me what circumventing the the "measurement problem" achieves, though likely further accomplishments in quantum mechanics world or discovery of some cosmological constants they are after. Say, controlling all life in the universe from a central control room; more wild assumptions again. Or, perhaps, access to the "many worlds" that was postulated by Hugh Everett in his quantum mechanic research.

And it is the same with the aliens; visiting only, and doing research on crops (crop circles), mutilating cattle (cutting out their anus and draining them of blood), and on humans, aka close encounters, with anal probes etc. I reckon the aliens and the perps are on the same side and are jointly researching humans, maybe all of them at once, in all universes.

Anyhow, enough speculation on unconventional technologies and their human non-consensual experimentation.

I am working on the irrigation at the vineyard this week, having visited the creek source last week to fix some pipe to no apparent success. But as there is three sources of water, creek, well and lake, the perps have a full agenda on mixing them up and whatever other games that focus on water source.

At the vineyard, in the middle of an acre of sprinklers going off, two female visitors walked down the wet driveway, and as I was the first person they encountered, they approached me. I got up from attending to the pipes in the ground, and greeted them, and the one with the big sunglasses did this little head dip and a protracted stare at me as she came close and then offered me a piece a paper and said it was an invitation to a meeting the same evening. I had a peek at the literature and it was religious material (JW), so I got the putative drift of the intent/rationale. As I was checking out the second female, who didn't say anything but was way cute as best I could make out due to her windswept hair across her face, I got this unexpected THWACK on the back from an adjacent sprinkler that nailed me at the furthest reach of its trajectory. And for some reason I internally felt shocked/surprised, even though I had been hit with it a few times in the prior five minutes of putzing at that location. So.. it would seem that the perps wanted to surprise me with a sudden noise and impact (with water) as the same time as looking at an attractive woman. Excellent timing on their part, as always, and while the most egregious example of getting me while distracted by a much Favored subject, it fits the pattern; attractive female or otherwise Favored bait, and then (usually) an Unfavored specimen/substance/noise to follow, though in this case it was a sudden surprise of a jet of water on my back.

Yoga today, and another dude, two others and some 14 women.  The woman with the squarish ass seems to be getting some extra close-to-me (on my L side) action, two weeks in a row and they haven't done this with her for over a year. If I don't like the sight of large or strange shaped asses (aka Unfavored body features), why is it a 12 year long quest of some bizarre and deranged international covert organization to find out why? Just get the f**k out as it causes no one any harm.

My vineyard farmworker colleague of 2012 "happened" to be at yoga this evening. To be fair, she introduced me to this venue back then, and in 08-2012 left for the University of Chicago to take a compressed Masters degree in journalism that was a full year's study. She said hello, while looking stupid about it, and "happened" to be in front of the cubbies where the blocks and straps were stored, where everyone clustered to get their supplies. Kind of a massing of the class in her proximity, she with the red hair in a bun. And have I mentioned how the perps like to post red haired (aka Unfavored) gangstalkers around me, and seem to like to have bun hairdos in my proximity? Too often for regular readers I am sure.

Another sudden surge of better yogic capability came on too; I was much better at balances when normally I am totally messed with and cannot keep it together for more than 10 seconds due to extra-conventional interference, e.g. my foot moving sideways unbidden by me. Though, as the perps reminded me, they pulled this once before in the last two years for a one time event and then continued with the interference. So, it is difficult to know if this will be a trend, or just another infrequent reprieve from this particular fuckery.

THE actual 12th anniversary of the fucking hell onset, aka, Day of Infamy (DOI), When the Perps Went Berserk/Overt.

The DOI of the apartment invasion (debut of "outing" themselves) in Seattle recollections came to mind, or more like, were planted through the day. Back then, the evening before, there was a SUV of dudes checking out my vehicle at 0200h outside 24Hr Fitness, a flush of dudes (four for that time of day) with a seeming holsters under their athletic clothes and running/hobbling on the treadmill with it. My medications disappeared from my locked locker at 0200h and re-appeared in my apartment when I got back (0400h), which told me that these mofos had some extreme capabilities. (The key to re-setting the combination lock numbers went missing from my apartment too as I later learned). Little did I know that they were hounding me since birth, and this was the eve of their "coming out", aka non-stop abusive skein that has yet to conclude. Other vignettes from the DOI were being carried aloft by six males and placed on the floor, brown plasma flashes that would cause me to crumble in a totally weakened heap, batteries that would roll by themselves toward me, a metal screwdriver blade that folded in half like it was warm taffy, the noise of dogs being released from cages, a hole being cut in the carpeted floor from below, the door moving laterally in the door frame and many other unconventional assaults/displays. Following that (some two hours worth I reckon), they created in mind a need to make an outside-apartment trip to knock on one particular neighbor's door, and then taking my Victoria Master Swim Club jacket to another apartment door across the complex, and when coming back, a group picture in progress of some 15-20 individuals arranged in two ranks, and then having a bath when back in my apartment and seeing an (attractive) woman from my office passing through my apartment. Other telepathic notions were planted in mind with supporting props like the curtains being raised to signify Olympic-like first, second and third place. I even got to see a person get teleported into my bathroom, one of rare times they let me see this fully live. One TI with whom I later communicated said I may have been put into an altered state prior to this apartment invasion. I don't know enough to understand the term, but I did feel somewhat stoned or floaty (with no apparent cause) through this phenomenal event. One thing for sure, my sense of temporal recollection was totally screwed with, and that NEVER happened until the DOI. I have always recalled facts and observations in the correct temporal sequence and somehow this faculty was corrupted.

Nothing too memorable harassment-wise today, save the visit to the doctor's office, and getting rebuked for not coming back to look at the test results (ahem, we know who can purge things from mind), one being a PSA, (Prostrate Specific Antigen), and it is elevated. Soo... a trip to the urologist in a month or so. (Conventional anal probe). No present symptoms, but the endless pissing of 3 months ago was the putative trigger moment to go through the motions of conventional medical protocol. And too, the mind set that it wasn't all that important and "forgetting" to make an appointment to review the results.

Busy on vineyard irrigation set up and repair; lake water is getting pumped up from 120' lower down and the water is being distributed to irrigate the vineyard, a portion at a time. I was in rain gear all day to deal with sprinklers going off and having to nudge some to spin, or else replace the impact sprinkler head. And cutting and gluing PVC to make repairs as one row had four breaks in it. The first helicopter of four on the day came over when I first started applying the primer to the pipe, my localized chemical ether disturbance. It isn't the first time that a helicopter came over at the moment of priming and gluing PVC, but as there were others today, I didn't recall the coincident events that deemed the aerial form of gangstalking.

Plenty of planted oil field fantasy job nonsense again. The perps tell me they want me to be exposed to all those deep down rocks (in slurry form) and their respective colors. Go f**k yourselves, as I don't think for a minute that I will come out of it any better financially or otherwise. They tell me that the woman at the hair salon from Drayton Valley, Alberta is part of the future oilfield job. So what; am I to believe Prevaricators Inc. who deal in lies beyond any known prior quantity? One thing I learned within a day of the DOI, was that truth was nothing what it seemed.

 Rain outside today, sitting on rain water wetted seat of the ATV after a morning of  getting soaked with irrigation water pumped from the lake a 120' below (400m away) - haven't we done the water sources variation game enough? Seemingly not. This time they got me without my rain gear and gumboots on, like the last two days.  A small request of the boss turns out to be a full afternoon's soaking on my hiking boots and pants, though I did get my rain coat on partway through this stunt.

I got screwed with setting the alarm, and woke up late, no time for a morning coffee, just the seeds and milk and onto getting ready in the bathroom. I had every intention to shave my face only, no other body regions, and it was only at the end of the day did I discover that I got screwed out of that intention. So no Teflon rub strip from the razor insert applied on me anywhere today, always a big deal for the perps in TI World.

On the drive to work a Keurig coffee service truck making a L turn cuts the corner of the opposite lane, where I was about to stop, in true Perp Penticton Driving School form. This bizarre driving habit is nothing new of course (since 01-2012) and I didn't think anything about it. When at the vineyard the Boss man offers me coffee, which I normally I turn down as two cups of coffee at breakfast has always been my (imposed) limit. I accept the offer this time though, and lo, the coffee was from a Keurig coffee (prepackaged coffee in little plastic cups) machine. Its all about the brown they tell me.

The "beginning of the end" at this vineyard is the planted meme these days, somewhat supported the Boss man needing to going over my winemaking notes with me, some two years worth and he keying it all in. Plus he wants scans of the test results etc. I say (internally), its your wine, and I'm your employee and he has a rightful expectation to know what I have done. He first couched his request as "best practices", a ridiculous joke for all the interference he runs and his often arbitrary style. Catch an agreed positive managerial term and then find out the poseurs hiding behind it. Sounds like my day jobs of long ago,12 years and more.

And with two job openings at other vineyards on my desk do I get on with making progress down this path? Hell no, it is not allowed, going through the motions is just as important as the real thing for the perps.

Good Friday started with at least six major rage-ified piss-offs while making breakfast; a coffee ground mess arrived while my back was turned, "from" (as in putative conventional cause) the seeming leftover grounds that somehow escaped cleaning. Then when loading two spoonfuls of fresh grounds into the clean pot, why, a skiff of grounds leaped off the spoon and cleared the pot to land on the stovetop. Not content with that fuckery, some of it ended underneath the kettle sitting next to the pot in an act of unconventional gravitic fuckery. Just another passing moment in TI World designed to enrage the victim. I got poked and jabbed at least a dozen times while making breakfast; as usual, nipples, hands, fingers get poked by unseen force fields, aka action-at-a-distance abuse.

I still haven't made it to the great outdoors yet, now 1330h, and it seems a shut-in day might be the prescribed regimen today. Though, listening to music from this here computer, and then in disc form on my player seems to be a perp "need" for today. The perps put much effort into determining where my music comes from, and might well be continuing the duality of my music source; files or home disc player or deck in my vehicle. My order for a HDMI switch is now over a month old, and the outfit hasn't responded to my queries as to what is happening. The HDMI switch would allow me to switch between music sources as well as set the player up to get music from a computer. We cannot have convergence (or efficiency) if it doesn't suit the perp agenda, can we?

Saturday on this Easter, always an odd day here as to whether businesses are open following a statutory holiday. The laundromat was surely open, and a surge of dudes in fugly shorts and ballcaps, at least six, spelled "forget it". So off to the ATM and a new (to me) laundromat, and hordes/trains of color arranged vehicular gangstalking, and when I get there, why, I was the only customer. I will take it, and better yet, there is someone looking after the place so I can get change if needed. And indeed, the perps are putting on the brown more of late; metallic tan vehicles, the odd mid-brown SUV and some fugly yellow-brown colors too. Usually brown colored vehicles are ensconced with a posse of grey-scale colored vehicles, white, silver-grey, mid-grey and black colors. Though, they are adding the odd red vehicle into these trains of late, and they even put three reds in file, though with at least one silver-grey vehicle mixed in.

And I see my online transaction with a music download site didn't get corrected; not only did I lose a few bucks and not get the download, additional funds didn't show up in my account. A three way fuck-up, and did I ever mention that this is straight out of perp training 101? Way too many times to be a coincidence as to how all these financial transactions go wrong, starting with coin operated machines and all the way up to dowdy conservative banks that somehow get it wrong, though much rarer in the latter case

The laundry is done, and the hordes of arranged vehicle trains didn't let up for all three visits (start laundry, unload and put some in dryer and take some at home to hang dry, and the final dryer load). One other customer showed up, parking in the spot I had parked in twice before and reversed in the one-way slant parking. That doesn't count the one on the second visit in the white car beside me, also reverse parked and the woman in a black and white top just sat in her vehicle for crissakes.

Yesterday was a shut-in day, and have I mentioned that the perps go berserk with extra gangstalking coverage after a shut-in day? Way too often I suspect.

I finally sorted some pics from last year; here are some;

An array of grey-scale colored vehicles with two dissimilar reds behind them. I cannot count how many times in a week they arrange red colored vehicle behind others, either as a static parking lot situation as above, or else dynamically in moving vehicles.

The bank with the green motif, and a few weeks ago a Fat Boy gangstalker was standing near the ATM, but facing away, and then he turns around 180 degrees, and had green dyed hair (4 days after St Patricks Day). Here we have "red spread', four reds and a red shirted mofo about to step out of the shadows to join the red vehicles in the sun.

More "red spread", with a white, mid-grey and a seeming dark green vehicle too. I can never figure out why they mess with red vehicles so much, apart from some generalities like distance dependence, spatial orientation and tonal variations. Parking vehicles under trees is another important aspect of this ongoing vehicular orchestration.

I am getting antsy for some reason, so I will post this a day earlier than usual.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Slouching on the Diet

And after last week's promising start on the Almased diet, (read, yellow powder in a non-dairy milk 2x/day), what happens? Why, a sudden "need" and consequent pig-out on chocolate and Cadbury's chocolate eggs (read white and yellow inside chocolate). The diet is now in the weight reduction phase where I have one normal meal a day, and two Almased feedings. And no interest in chocolate for the last week, and then it suddenly came on. Past experience tells me that chocolate "need", or anything else for that matter, can be manipulated remotely. Back in the year of onset of this infernal captivity and abuse (2002), there was a sudden and uncharacteristic abhorrence to chocolate, even the smell of it. This went on for two weeks and then it was back on, though not at the average proportion of the last 11 years, 300g/day. The perps ramped up chocolate consumption in 2003 and it has been fulfilling their brown food objectives ever since. Last week was an exception.

And on a rare Monday off, what else did they do? Why, they screwed me out of my regular yoga practice, by having me become time-unaware, then letting me in on it when it was too late to depart. This, after pumping me all day about going to yoga. Cute trick that.

And I see that I am getting techo-hobbled again, this time in a new way. I found a web site with FLAC files, lossless music in other words, and downloaded an album after paying for it. That worked out fine, and I extracted the files from a RAR file. The next four all somehow blew up, and I got each album of songs in one large file, making it useless for management purposes. I am waiting to hear from the support folks if that is expectable or not, and if it is, how to pull the file apart into separate songs. In other words, another obstruction stunt, taking advantage of the fact that I didn't know how their download system worked. That is how it goes, high glitch level functioning.

And the perps didn't waste much time before the deck in my vehicle started acting up; the CD source choice won't now show up unless I eject the CD and put it back in again. (It was working just fine for the prior six weeks). That messes up the playing order, as normally the CD player would start where I last left off. And to add more silliness, they also have the radio "bands", three FM and one AM, come up when the Source is being selected when they should only appear if I select the Band button when Source is the tuner. That is bad enough, but they have me listening to the same CD for weeks, when nothing this silly ever happened before when they last allowed me to have a vehicle, to mid-2006 (Volvo 245).

My trip to the ATM was well planned by the perps. All eight vehicles parked out front were grey-scale colors, white, silver-grey, mid-greys and black. My present vehicle is mid-grey, so that made it nine. I go to the ATM, and had to wait on this woman with a bill in hand and attempting to key something in from it, but was having problems, airing them out loud. She was in a mid-brown shirt, and eventually gave up to get help from the customer service person. I take my turn, get my bills, and lo, if this same brown shirt woman doesn't return with the customer service person. They natter for a minute or so, and I finish up. Based on this ruse, we have the same brown shirt gangstalking me before and after my financial transaction. And have I mentioned that the perps just love to gangstalk me, and otherwise harass me when making financial transactions? Nearly every blog posting I suspect. And too, there was a vehicle outside the window where the prior ATM customer was, and he was fiddling around to give me pit-lamping (arranged headlights) time. He had a green scout military cap on, and did that ever give me the heebie-jeebies for some reason. (Could of been a planted "reaction").

Earlier today, they had me putting money in the laundry machine, another form of financial transaction of course, and screwed it up by not having four different dollar coins work, causing me to consult the attendant there, and get some face time with her, cute and blonde as she was friendly. (And I don't get friendly very often, usually scared shitless for no apparent reason, or else rude or grim). Naturally the blonde woman got the coin machine to work, as it "happened" there was an extra dollar coin that "somehow" got stuck in the slot.

I went to one specialty foods place for some items, and the woman ahead of me at the cashier finished out her transactions and then it was my turn, with a hovering woman in the background who needed to be seen from various distances. (No one normal shops like she did, going from aisle end to the next aisle end to the next). I finished up in short order, and because they didn't have Almased, I went to the next nearby specialty food and vitamin shop. And lo, if the woman ahead of me at the cashier wasn't there too. Funny how that "happens".

And why suck over-obvious gangstalking?Two males sitting in a BMW in the specialty foods parking lot, and I walked behind them as I didn't know if they were about to depart. And lo, if they didn't, but like WTF; at 0800h, both nicely dressed and clean looking (and not looking like drug dealers), just sitting there. Back in early 2002, before the day of infamy when they invaded my apartment in Seattle (nearly 12 years ago now), I would stop at the supermarket I used before when I lived in Everett before moving to Seattle. (This would of been Sundays when I was S. bound on the I-5). I could not figure out why these vehicles would arrive in the parking lot around me, usually with one male sitting in it, and not letting anyone out to go to the store). I thought it was some kind of drug dealing event, though no one got out of their vehicle to "make arrangements". In hindsight, they were gangstalkers, doing their stupid thing, of loitering for no apparent reason. Nowadays, it is much more obvious, as there is often these "seat warmers" who sit in their vehicles outside banks, stores and again today, laundromats that I frequent.

A mostly shut-in day, though I did get out to do some errands. Like yesterday, a weekday off following working last weekend. And also, was all pumped up to go to the local gym and work out, but no, I somehow got jerked into spending time online and on the PC, rage-ified over the stream of obstructions in converting full album audio files with cue files into song track files. The usual litany of "problems"; access denied, invalid arguments, etc. when it all worked fine yesterday. Another few hours of attempts finally got the four music files converted and split into song tracks. Brutal it was, all that time expended on a mere file conversion.

All dressed up for yoga at 1630h (yoga at 1715h) and with some extra time to do some paper diary writing, why, a sudden "need" to sleep came over me, and to avoid dropping out of my chair, I laid down and got nailed for a full 1.5 hour nap attack in my yoga clothes. Why I had to be so dressed for a nap attack is beyond me, not to mention the dashed expectations stunt, a perp specialty. It was 1711h when they awoke me to look at my watch, which of course meant that I wasn't going to make it. (I figured that out when I "chose" to lie down). And which "happens" to be the exact same time I looked at my watch when they screwed me out of making yoga on Monday (two days ago, per above).

Anyhow, a work day on irrigation pipes and getting the system charged up. It felt like I had been hit on the head; slow and dull, and it was only when I got pissed about it did that imposed dullness recede some. And after working on fixing PVC pipes, meaning primer and glue for the morning did we attempt to pump water from the lake to the tank and observe for any leaks. And there was, and the two gents (family member and tractor driver/carpenter/all round handyman) that came for the afternoon jumped on all the tools and supplies I had been using in the morning to then fix the leaking pipe. (I was parked in the opposite corner of the vineyard so they got to the leak sooner than I did). It was beside the road, and water ran down the hill for a bit until it was stopped, and I still didn't get the full story on how the leak was stopped. This irrigation system is rather mysterious as to what controls what, and with two tanks and three sources of water, depending on the season, I haven't got my head around it all.

But as the perps have been testing me on PVC and water supply for such a long time, having a leak wasn't too much of a surprise. Back in 1996-98 when I owned a farm with the now ex, the underground water pipes were in sad shape with leaks in the ground and I had it all dug up, some 600' in all, and I put in the pipe and built the connections at the junction boxes, and sand underneath and above once installed. That was a $5k hit on my credit card, and little did I know that it was caused by an insane psychopathic agency who are on a non-consensual human research agenda, and I am one of their top guinea pigs. The leaks were so many that the quarterly consumption dropped by ten-fold, from 660,000 gallons to 60,000 gallons (120psi pressure was typical). As it was farm rates the cost wasn't that high, but still, the drop in consumption was significant. And no doubt that cute landscaped pond in the front yard was fed from the underground pipe leaks, the ones I didn't know about until it was dug up. And so it goes, the perps' constant pre-occupation with where I get my water from, the color of the pipes, the soil type and color it runs through and whatever else goes into their big data grinder in the sky.

After telling me all day yesterday about going to the gym, they finally let me go at 1830h. It was the first time I had been to this particular one, and apart from few (~6) gym visits at the local college in 2012, it was the first gym visit since 2007 when they stocked the Oak Bay Recreation Center heavy with gangstalkers of all kinds. They let me on the tread mill, often of interest to the perps and then they shut me down in the past along with street running. I got some 15 min. running at 5mph, nothing spectacular to say the least, but as the perps have a long history of interfering with running, I was glad for some activity. It might help atone for the chocolate indulgence they put me on, per above.

The gangstalking count was fairly low at the gym, some five others or so, and four of them wearing blue tops, just like me. One male had a severe case of tattoos, on his bald head, down his arm and on his legs. A disgusting specimen to say the least, but true to form, they like to pack in as many Unfavoreds in one gangstalker as they can; male over 20 y.o., bald, tattoos, and fugly shorts.

Why is it that the perps need to pull my pants halfway down my ass while working in the vineyard? It has been going on for some months now, and very often they will chose that moment to force a gust of wind down the crack of my ass. Sure, they are stretchy material, but were always comfortable and never any problem until recently. No, I don't have a svelte waist to have my pants fall into place, but still, I never had this problem before. Long time readers may recall when I was working on a farm in 2010 (I think), one girl wore her track pants halfway down her gorgeous ass, even after she had visited the portable john. That takes planning, and was no means a result of working hard on the farm.

An afternoon of helping out getting the water supply hooked up with the neighboring apple farmer's son. He isn't all quite there I later learned and cannot make a decision about very much. Anyhow, we were in the creek gully, cutting out some trees and shrubs in the way and inserting a new section of aluminum 5" pipe with a steel joining section (pastel green colored). I had my gumboots on so I could stand in the water if need be, and he had his runners that got soaked. He did this earlier this week, so I would surmise the perps told him to get his feet wet for the cause. Strangely, this guy brought in a 20' section of 3" PVC pipe and placed it in the bush over the creek. And as it "so happens" with this shared weir and four outlets, one was made of the same size of PVC and the owner/property maintenance person did not shut down the water supply in the fall, and it froze, sending PVC shards all over the place, for at least 150' of pipe. Said guilty party took off for another job in another town, but supposedly she was a professionally trained viticulturalist, and it is likely that this would not of been of her own initiative. I say that, not having met the person, because the perps just love me to hang around, touch, repair or otherwise dwell around water sources and the differing materials of transmission, e.g. PVC, polyethylene, aluminum, concrete channels etc. Why the above mentioned fellow I was helping brought in a new section of PVC pipe for someone else's broken water line is beyond me, save having a new and old pipe comparison objective. And all the more strange, just one 20' section when there was at least 150' of broken pipe. He also gathered up the PVC shards and pieces, saying that he was doing the neighborly thing of cleaning it up. Since when did a shared resource become so fussed over in farming country? Since the perps imposed their very specific fixations/non-consensual human research agenda on this victim (me) in 04-2002. All in keeping with the above mentioned PVC and water transmission and water source research the perps are so obsessed about.

A Saturday off, a reversion to the expected schedule, disrupted for the past two weekends. I saw this blues performer last night; a great show and an accomplished musician of considerable talent. I suppose all roots/blues musicians are adjusted to reality and know they aren't going to be household celebs. Or icons of the heavy metal crowd. The "usual" stray reflective lights finding me, often from the glossy guitar face. And drive by lights from outside "happened" to be reflected off the inside of my glasses, even if facing away from them. And the ridiculous laughing from someone nearby, same as the last time, and likely the same stooge. She also doing a "huggies" thing (the long lost pals hugs BS), with the woman from whom I later purchased the performer's CD from.

As "usual" they put a skinheaded male in my sight line, and some fugly folks all about me. I was checking out the blonde girl from across the venue, and never did get enough lighting to see for sure if she was attractive. Though, as it "happened", she and some associates were just ahead of me when heading for the washroom at the set break, and they turned around just in front of me as the ladies' rest room was fully occupied. Said blonde woman ended up beside me in the crush/cluster fuck, but I did not check her out from that close as it would of been plain rude. I don't do rude, and I don't need to check out attractive women either, but the perps like me to do so, in the great Potemkin Village called TI World and its parade of the Favored (attractive blonde females among others) and the Unfavored (males over 20, long haired males, etc.).

And the Almased diet effort is now ended, as the perps were sucking me down to being physically listless and sapped of motivation and initiative. I had envisioned that the diet would run its course of six weeks to no effect, but no, that is not how it ended. It is being used as an excuse to suck me into a dark place, and I have already been there an number of times in the long past. The timing of this realization occurred after I had purchased two more canisters of the yellow Almased powder, so no doubt having it in association with my regular breakfast will be the subject of the perps continuing games as to what color my food is. (And adding brown colored milled flax seed too, as it has been a recent addition to my diet). And they screwed me out of recalling what my regular breakfast was this morning. And no interest in purchasing more eggs has erupted since some six or eight weeks ago, which was the first such food item since 2002/3 apart from a couple of gotchas.

The laundry capers again, this time getting to the laundromate later (1100h) than usual and finding one woman running some eight washing machines simultaneously. That takes some planning and a big family (or else a large wardrobe and a long interval between launderings), and of course that constricted me to a location where the shiftless gangstalking males loitered.

I cleaned the outside of my vehicle and then waxed it this afternoon, a considerable accomplishment as the perps like to screw me out of doing this task twice per year. And for the three hours it took to apply Zymol (pastel green color) on the just washed (red colored foam from the brush at the cleaning bay) vehicle there was near non-stop motorcycle noise from a distance and very chirpy birds nearby. And for once they didn't splatter me lots with the liquid wax, save a few splatters from the flip top that somehow ejected micro-droplets straight at me. I don't quite know why the perps are so dizzy about applying wax to a vehicle, but as always, I would be the last to know anyhow.

And too, they were on top of me at the car wash; three empty cleaning bays when I arrived, and then within a minute I had someone waiting behind me while I was busy applying the foam brush and then the rinse afterword. And I suppose it was no coincidence that the red foam dyed part of my right hand, and it served as a reference for all the while that I waxed the vehicle.

Another perp oddity today was that a good chunk of one tooth fell into what I had in my mouth at the time, a soft food. It isn't the first time this has occured, but it seems to be the last mercury amalgam filled tooth in my mouth, so I cannot say it is a bad thing. It means a crown from amateur dental perspective, and those are at least $1k. And that is a BAD thing, getting constantly dinged for big ticket expenses like that, which the perps just love to do. I suspect one of their mantras is something like, "get the victim while he is down".

Sunday, and much of nothing; cleaning house and cleaning my vehicle, all with good weather outside. Same deal as yesterday; much HD motorcycle noise when cleaning the inside of my vehicle. What a relief to see that layer of dust on all horizontal surfaces. Sharp and crisp lines of the controls instead of the fuzzy (and FUD-dy) surfaces. For whatever reason the perps are wild about that, having played the dust build up games for as long as they have.

Onto posting this as a dull Sunday evening is shaping up.

Monday, April 07, 2014

Double My Order

Monday, always a high abuse day, though Fridays are catching up. Did more wine pumping to blend two vintages of the same grape, this time the owners leaving after I started and returning about when I had finished cleaning up. Funny how all these strategic departures when wine pumping; either blending, racking or filtering. Though, no major abuse/Fuckover hassle while they were away.

My order for rack mount brackets got screwed with; I have four pairs of slides which need four mounting brackets per pair, 16 in all. All that was clear, and "somehow" I got scrambled and ordered only 4 pairs when I needed 8. I emailed the ebay outfit over the weekend, but no answer, and they shipped the original order for 4 pairs. So I order another 4 pairs, and take a $50 hit again on shipping. Like WTF; what is the point of this senseless fuckery by scrambling my order and halving it and then foiling any recovery effort to get all 8 pairs shipped together? As most TI's will know, doing same thing more than once is just too hilarious for our Abuser-in-Chief. As for details, maybe it was that I was listening to Lindi Ortega when I ordered the first time, and Wanda Jackson the second time. Such details are truly vital to the perps for whatever reasons they have.

[04-01-2014 Update to above; the ebay outfit sent me an email to say they only had one pair left when their page/item counter said there were six pairs remaining (10 minus the first 4 I ordered. I cancelled the order as I need four more pairs. No doubt this order fuckery has more legs; e.g. getting another four from elsewhere and paying a three times as much. At least, they forced another delay of this wretched rack mount project I got stiffed with, as it has been two months since I got the mating slides and wanted to get a custom plexiglas spacer instead of these rack mount brackets. Such is life in the TI World].

Yoga class with the pixie this evening; they moved the British accented Man in Red to my L. with an intervening regular woman. This shorts wearing goof was kept without saying a peep this session, though he was a total rube to walk into the practice room with his shoes on, place his mat, and then depart for whatever reason, and come back changed. All the class at various times before it began, had to exit the practice room for whatever reason, and then return. Fits the pattern of entrances and exits, something like a farce, though deranged, protracted and out of control.

Tuesday, and my first day of trying this Almased diet, though in fact it is likely to be hopeless. One, the perps can control how much weight one gains or loses based on past experience. Two, they just love me to look a overweight stalkers, the most Unfavored Fat People, and what better way than having the TI victim overweight? Three, the perps have been pumping the liposuction angle for years now, and with an evaluation visit to the doctor last year (01-2013), I suspect they aren't going to give up on this, despite my usual disregard of perp statements. (When they beat on a theme for years, like 8 or 10, it is very likely to happen that way, as much as one doesn't want to, as they are aces at planting rationalizations in mind).

Though, this Almased thing might have a purpose in food/color energetics games, being a light yellow powder color, and in a mid yellow container with a silver colored coating inside. They have laid on extra yellow colored gangstalking vehicles of late, especially today. And of all things they laid on three fugly colored vehicles in serial formation; a red, a mid-brown and a mustard yellow. This has NEVER happened all at once until yesterday for the very first time. I get plenty of red colored stalking vehicles, sometimes two dissimilar reds in file, and about 1% or less of the vehicular stalking parade is a red-yellow combination, usually bright red with bright yellow. But to insert one of their most reserved vehicle colors, (and loathed/Unfavored colors) between a red-yellow pair is truly exceptional.

Another perp coup was to cause my debit card to split into the chip area and have it "malfunction", with at least three freaks and two light camel colored dogs clustered behind me at the ATM yesterday. The gangstalking parade was at least doubled in driving in from the vineyard today, even a black vehicle passing a white vehicle at a blind bend, and the next oncoming vehicle was white. Then a vintage motorcycle with sidecar act got into it by leaning his motorbike over and elevating the sidecar in the opposite (oncoming) lane. This particular act has never done anything so stupid as this before, but someone needed the sidecar tire elevated and supplied him with the cash/motivation. It seemed like this elevated sidecar act was rather proficient, as he cut a straight line and wasn't wobbling any, though he could of been aided by some extra-gravitational support, all in a day at the office for the Fuckwits.

So... I stopped in at the bank and the customer service evaluated the card, and then concurred with my assessment the split in the plastic running into the chip area was the "problem". I had to supply my driver's licence for ID, and recieved a new card and left the old one behind. And have I not articulated the perp's intense interest in my wallet contents, especially related to the color  and composition of bills? Many times, but this stunt of breaking the card and leaving it behind must of been exceptional, as there was at least 30 vehicles in the parking lot when there is no more than 10 for a Tuesday afternoon. And as I departed, why, five of them coalesced and arrived ahead of me, one being this fugly white and red splotch painted cube van with grey primer paint. Another great stunt/coup for wallet contents games today.

They even put on one of their very obvious finest to do a vehicular gangstalk after visiting the bank. The big black Suburban with tinted windows came for a cruise by. I haven't seen this particular one since about 08-2012.

Not to mention the morning time was highly irregular; they fucked me into sleeping in an extra hour, so it was just the Almased "meal", and shaving my face only. Very often on special Fuckover events they will have me shave just my face, nothing else, for all they like me to be shaved.

Day 2 of this diet thing, and one more to go on the extreme front. And I see the perps dithered me, and had me eat 3 teaspoons of this special mix, instead of tablespoons. No wonder I felt a little faint today. The gangstalk crush was on; the very large and rotund apple farmer came to natter about the flail mower job he was to perform in the next few days. How did I know, I wasn't in on the discussions last year, and chances are, he would do it the same anyhow. Then the owners drove past the property while we were chatting, and then returned in a short time. Most strange, though I forget the excuse that was proferred at the apple farmer's question to the owner. Later in the afternoon the winemaker for the contract grape buyer came, and said he was in the neighborhood and thought he would drop in. No problem says me, and I direct him to where I thought the owner was. A few minutes later the owner makes some excuse to troop through the winery (two car garage), mentioning her husband was sleeping upstairs, and therefore she couldn't supply the visitors with a bottle of wine. Like WTF; I am the one that makes them up, so why not ask me? No answer.

1235h A rare mid-day break from work as the boss is so fraught with making last minute additions to the wine that is to be filtered and bottled in two days. So I, (meaning perp planted notions) suggested going off to do errands for a few hours while he makes his mind up about the last minute additions. I didn't even know this was coming, let alone having to hang tough while this last minute hiatus was imposed. I can do my laundry at his place as a partial compensation. And do we know who likes to fuck with my laundry constantly? Why, the Psychopathic Confederacy who have stolen laundry, have their shills wear my clothes (just stolen) to orchestrating the detergent availability, to having Ms. C (in 2002) of the story volunteer to do my laundry, and of course, the relentless wackos and freaks at the laundromat and other semi-public locations like those common apartment locations. Even the coin collecting dweebes arranged their shift to coincide with mine for a few laundry visitations.

All the while strung out for the third and last day of this initial phase Almased diet, and with a few fluid ounces of wine in me, as I was doing wine tasting with the boss before I departed for this mid-day break. And lo, if the gangstalking pods weren't arranged for this time too, and not just for my usual day end parade. They even sprayed the road down with water and followed with a sweeping machine outside the vineyard. And no less, they did road spraying/cleaning this morning in town when I was passing through. Obviously there is a big expectation/jerkaround going on, as per the above confluence in events. Another was the next door neighbor apple farmer arriving on the just-wetted road in his blue tractor as I was about to depart the vineyard, having just closed the gate. This would make it the third time I have seen him in a week, and I don't see him more than 3x/year. Funny how that happens, these confluences of diet change, street wetting/cleaning eruptions, neighbors and of course the vehicular gangstalking, heavy on metallic maroon (deep red) colors.

Wine filtering hell again, and no coincidence it was on a Friday when extra equipment cannot be acquired. If I had filtered yesterday like I planned, and the boss thwarted, I could of got an extra filter today, as the co-owner went to the wine supplies supplier today to get an extra 0.45 filter for tomorrow's bottling activity. The perps would screw me totally and constantly on setting shut-off valves the correct (intended) way, caused considerable problems with getting the filter housing screwed on, plugged up the cartridge filter, had hoses leak, had me "forget" which way to turn a screw, and endless insane insults on one's competance. The owners were away much of the time, and then would come by on their way through as they had to get a truck rented etc.

 (What is it about threaded nuts and screws that drives the perps to such amazing relentless abuse?)

The boss' mircromanagement incursions resulted in a boneheaded idiot show, arranging the trailer ramp to be backed into a tree so I couldn't use it, forcing me to go over the trailer rail about 80x while tending to the three wine tanks in it (valves, floating lid gaskets inflation and deflation), and he never figured out that it was a total inconvenience. In other words, a self-saboteur without a sliver of cognizance as to what a major job impediment he created.

As I departed late today, why, the perps drove a pickup past me that was towing a trailer with a little one person gyrocopter, or helicopter on it. Last week on one of their considerable vehicular gangstalk parades, they were towing a small single engine aircraft on a trailer. And who knows what is inside all these mainly pickup towed black and white trailers anyhow? I got some aircraft flyovers today, a few helicopters and one small jet, possibly a military one. The usual high altitude jet aircraft were on duty with their muted roar and spewing contrails for whatever the perps get from that. I suspect it has something to do with delineating sky regions, and sometimes the contrails match local mountain peak angles.

Bottling wine off-site, taking it there, and the mission was accomplishteed. Though the intense micro-management by the boss, fussed and yet not that capable of managerial insight, and was treating me like a child when I demontrated plenty of production line and warehousing smarts. (Having past work experience).  Of course that doesn't bother a micromanager at all, seen to be a total idiot, who will never understand the trail of emotional wreckage they leave behind. He is a carbon copy of my father being such a person, and was I ever glad to leave the family home at age 18 and work elsewhere, anywhere, than be in such verbally abusive circumstances. And today, the perps pulled off the same thing with the same personality type; a over-mangaging and under-cognizant wind bag who thinks he always has a better perspective of what is important in any given situation and his directives are about 90% wrong and never, ever, validates the outcomes, and therefore learns nothing.

So..., a serious abreaction arrangement today along with personal space encroachments by most of the others. They cannot get onto the location I am standing at fast enough it seems.

04-06-2014 Sunday
Cleaning up tanks and fittings after yesterday's epic accomplishment. The perps kept in a dumbstruck mode, clogged and fogged so to make many more back and forth trips than I needed to. In the afternoon I was re-directed to do irrigation work, and help the next door apple farmer's son in connecting the irrigation system at the creek. The job site is a perfect perp location; four water supplies (lake, creek, well and bottled) and a power line covering the E side of the property. When connecting the water supply we found a 5" aluminum pipe that came apart at a joining fitting. I was my duty to raise it for the apple farmer's son to bang with a mallet and hammer while I was holding it up in an attempt to get the fitting back together. It was very difficult to remove with the bolts removed, and all were tight, so how did it come apart by itself? And too, it had rubber seals that popped out, and needed the guy to go back to his place to get more tools. It is very common for the perps to arrange entrances, exits and returns while keeping me in place. In this case it was forest cover, as the pipes run down beside the steep creek gully once being fed from a common weir. Once we fixed the pipe in the gully we went upstream to find a split in the aluminum pipe further upstream, As this was the end of our water line/creek gully work for the present. As it will "happen", the wine tank lids got cleaned with well water, and the tanks will get cleaned with lake water. Such things are important to the perps.

A rare Monday off today, and I shall get this cleaned up and posted.