Sunday, March 20, 2016

Driver Hell

One has to admire the perp's timing. Now income tax return time, and there are at least two I need to print because they are only online. And with my regular PC now in the shop for 2.5 months for a two week job, I purchased a small browser PC in its place. Ergo, no printer driver, and not that Windows 7 let me in it on either. Finally I get to figure out why it just sits there while I fume at it. No drivers at the HP site, and the HP software "Problem Solution" detects the HP932C printer OK, and then just sits there and does nothing. No driver it seems, not that  it tells me either. Then the HP site suggests a Windows driver update, and it doesn't have my printer in the list, but goes away for an list update and doesn't come back. I had to kill it with Task Manager for crissakes. Even if printer drivers are years old, they generally work, so what is the deal?

Above hassle is also aided by not finding the advanced search in Google so I can limit the ancient results from the web search. Add in Firefox changing the interface and de-featuring it too, if not obstructing the features. And aforementioned Windows not finding the driver either. Like WTF; do I have to visit my PC in the shop and get the driver software from it? (Said PC has been there for three months for a two week  job).

Another perp trick in the  name of extending this driver hell is to block the Search box on driver download sites. This driver software obstruction is a serious minded harassment fuckover scene tonight.Then shit like this, and not the first  time and only site this file cannot be found;

Not Found

The requested URL /pub/softlib/software12/COL50403/mp-122330-1/hppiw.exe was not found on this server.

What is going on that a single driver file is totally blocked out all over the internet, and not just at the corporate sites (one being the one who made the printer in the first place)?

Pruning vines this afternoon at the site with the construction babe. I couldn't miss that figure each time I came to the end of the row, being on show IMHO.

Yoga tonight, and the one new dude who arrives ends up slipping into the room first, and lo, if he didn't place his mat in exactly the usual location I do. So I went to the back of the room and disrupted the regular order of mat placement there.The winsome tall girl ended up next to me, she of exquisite yoga skills, not unlike the tall girl of last year who doesn't come any more. The late comer in a red top who had been hounding me the last few sessions in the lobby ended up on my other side, and way to close, as I ended up flopping my hand onto her arm in a supine twist. Enough of that bullshit, so I moved my mat over 18" where there was plenty of extra room. Funny how that happens.

The yoga instructor doing adjustments, that is, aiding the student with touches and holds has got more interesting in perp terms. She doesn't explain what she is going to do, so hanging onto me while I do position changes seems a little odd. (Because normally, as I understand it, she would help with a single position). A few weeks ago she ran her hand down my spine after doing adjustments, which struck me as gratuitous as it wasn't really aiding me. All part of the "helping" I assume.

And why do the perps like to set up confusion over the correct time and date? It seems they screwed my watch into advancing a day when I set the time to Daylight Savings three days ago. And with half month paydays, the payroll person texted me as to my recent hours as I had been working off site. She asked for "yesterday's" time and I replied ("thinking", per erroneous watch setting), that it wasn't important as it was a day past the mid month, and that all she wanted was the 15th. All of this was abetted by no one at the winery this morning when I was there, as I wanted to enter my work hours on the wall posting inside. And too, abetted by the fact that I didn't "notice" that my phone had the date on it too, so I used my watch instead.

The perps pulled a similar stunt in late January when I returned from Victoria. They ran my battery powered room clock down, made it slow by 40 minutes, and of course I didn't notice until later when I got to the tanning salon earlier than expected. The assistant there didn't correct  me on getting the time wrong on the phone and said something to the effect that she "knew what I meant".

Major PC mouse problems tonight, and a new mouse to boot. And after screaming at the assholes to back off they made it worse. Back to the thumb ball mouse, my long favorite as the base doesn't physically move, just the ball under my thumb. I suppose with this temporary replacement PC that came with a mouse and a keyboard, they want to re-introduce the components that I was using with the regular PC. Which suggests this keyboard is going to malfunction too, probably before the regular PC comes back.

And some TI suggested a few weeks ago that I get my keyboard fixed for whatever reason, maybe my comments weren't getting typed correctly, though I didn't notice. For the record, this new keyboard malfunctions in Blogger at about the same frequency as my more expensive Topre keyboard, now idled. That is, about every two weeks or so, the Shift characters don't come out correctly and there is nothing I can do about it. Hardly an adversity that would plague the perps.

Most vineyard work today; tying down.That is laying down the canes that weren't pruned onto the horizontal wire and tying them down onto the trellis wire with a soft tie wire, usually at the ends to hold them fast. (The canes are also twisted, wound around the horizontal wire to better support them and the eventual load of grapes). All week the perps have been dropping the notion that the construction babe (at adjacent building site) would be interested in what I was doing and come have a look while I explained the process to her. I rejected this planted notion out of hand as why would she care anyhow? I don't talk to her much, or any of the construction personnel for that matter. Well, as it "happened", this did in fact occur today. She was moving some construction materials about four vine rows away and asked me if my (bare) hands were cold, which they were, but I didn't have a choice as the tying job requires fine motor control and gloves constantly get pinched. (Or at least they now do since 04-2002). She then asked what I was doing, and then came over to have a look while I showed her. So some face time with a cutie with gorgeous hair at the end of vine row.

Later the other vineyard helper came to rake the rows of vines, moving them into the aisle for the flail mower. After that there was a load of rock to unload from a pickup that he and I unloaded into buckets to be packed elsewhere. All exciting stuff for the perps, handling off site rock, that is, petrovoltaic activity and all. And all the while digging the rocks, they put on the dude yap nearby as a constant verbal background, as I didn't pick up much of what they were saying save the odd phrase.

No true vineyard work today, but property maintenance work, which included power washing, always a major perp jerkaround activity. They made it memorable by arranging the hose to hang up on the muffler and burn a hole in it. Then this hole jetted a 6' spray of water for most of the job. Cute trick that, arranging for a burned hole in the hose so some water bypasses the nozzle of the power washer. And supplying the power washer with a gray hose, then linked to a black one, and then a blue one (the one that got burned) was no doubt a big factor in their relentless and insane fuckery over water delivery methods, materials and their respective colors.

Saturday, and a pruning job with a different crew at a different vineyard. Three other women and two guys a nary a word of Punjabi. One couple was heavy into arm tattoos; each of them on both arms, wrist to forearm. Perhaps they are married for that reason. I got obvious gangstalk coverage when at row ends and breaks as they were each on their smart phones, looking at whatever. Then at the day's end they were clustered around my vehicle in the same mode. Though to be fair, one of them had a fitness app, and it seems we walked some 15km on the day.

It wasn't full pruning, as the cutting part of it had been done. All six of us were pulling the cut canes and all their tendrils wrapped around the wires (and other canes) from the wire trellis. Easier said than done, as it was hard work, very heavy on upper body strength. In all my past pruning, now four years worth, it was cut and pull, vine by vine. Today it was pull only, all vines. Quite the change to my past pruning practice.

And what was with the helicopter coverage today? At least 40 fly overs, nearly all originating from the SE and travelling NW, about every five minutes from the same hill. And different makes and models of helicopters doing the same thing on the same bearing. Excepting no EC-135's for some reason, normally one of their favorites. Though another of the perps' favorite, the A-Star came for some extended coverage on different bearings.They even had the light fixed wing aircraft flying the same bearing at times, once with a helicopter following at at respectable distance. That we were some 300m from a airport navigation tower, some 30m high, might have been something to do with it. Nearly all of the helicopter flights were crossing the glide/take off path of the Penticton airport. Pardon my  aircraft control ignorance in advance, but I always thought that airport glide/take off paths were semi-sacred; you don't cut across them, especially over 40x in a morning.

Sunday, and a whole day off.

I see that some asshole messed up my email responses to certain individuals, transposing the header of one to the other. Believe me, when I reply to a message, using the "Reply" button, I never manipulate the headers as the recipient would lose track of the message thread. As it so "happens" both messages were about stereo equipment of the same manufacturer, just different components (amp and tuner). And yet, when using the "Reply" button, somehow the header of one got transposed to the other. And why is it that some insane organized invasive agency has to mess with such trivial details to create confusion among my email recipients? (And me, momentarily). Not unlike the above confusion they seeded earlier this week (above) over the day of the week. Its the FUD (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt) imperative again I suppose.

And I see the FUD games never cease. The above email recipient sends me an email with the content suggesting that he never got/read the email that I sent him, the latter email that was to relieve the confusion for crissakes. Related to this, I now see that the email to the other recipient never got sent as it is parked in the Drafts section when I swear I sent it. (I spent 4 days waiting for a reply).  I resumed the thread after getting a "non reply", and again, this same recipient hasn't got back to me on selling this audio gear for three days. That was always the positive difference for me when visiting or living in the US; salespeople always got on with selling me what I wanted with dispatch. In Canada, it seems like a foot dragging exercise all too often, though in fact, the perps with their obsessive interest in all my financial transactions, just might be behind disrupting them, including aforementioned email disjuncts.

All of the above email criss-crossing and getting messages confused was accompanied in the multi-tasking world the perps so love, with a download music file purchase, and the normally proficient vendor delaying their purchase confirmation by 20 minutes. When working at my last office job, I could never understand why my email was getting delayed by 15 to 20 minutes while every one else seemed to be able to receive messages within a few seconds. And so it goes, another facet of perp fuckery; communication delays and disjuncts.

Time to call this done for the week; another shut-in day, save stepping outside to see if the perps killed all 12 of my potted sage plant shoots.  There might be one that survived; we shall see.

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