Sunday, August 20, 2017

Planting Vines

Two days of planting vines with a small crew; four others for the most part. Which the perps seem to have exploited to make me feel rather wrung out from this, even though I have done this very task many times in the past five years since this viticulture gig came upon me. My knees are sore even if I had knee pads on, and my thighs are sore too. I don't think it was yoga last night unless I am getting taken down on that account too. And nap attacks each evening when I get back. Brutal ones, even if an hour, it takes another half hour to extricate myself from the bed.

No planting tomorrow for some reason, a common perp timing where they like to interrupt something that is going well and/or is on the cusp of completion. Or, they do arrange a reason oftentimes, whereby something goes wrong or else the weather intervenes.

The respective owners are building houses at the two vineyards I work at, and the perps just love the noise of construction, the wood cutting, and presumably there is a host of other energetic qualities and changes they like to monitor as the house is constructed. Plus, having redimix concrete trucks traverse the vineyard is just the bee's knees for the perps, given their insane predisposition to place this material into the gangstalking scene. (Given the ubiquity of concrete, from floors, walls, ceilings to paths and roads, I get it).

And today, the house construction crew at the vineyard were working on some trenches using a mini-excavator, and one of them had his (presumed) wife in the hole doing some manual digging. Talk about a fish out of water; obviously overweight and in tights, I don't think I have seen such an incongruous sight on a construction site. Whether this was related to the fact that we, the planting crew, were digging holes all day long to place the vine stock into was some kind of parallel soil digging emulation games, I don't know.

The summertime yoga teacher is quite a treat to see, after weeks of wearing flowing and/or draping clothing she is now in full tights. Black ones last week, fugly dark brown ones this week, perhaps in keeping with some brown skinned yogis in class.

Tending to fruit thinning in the vineyard today, and the first day in 4 weeks of full sunlight, sans smokey skies. Ergo, I got some tanning in while working, and then departed an hour early to make my appointment for IV vitamin  C. I felt trashed all day today, seemingly stiff from vine planting over the prior two days. The boss man got some kind of muscle injury as well, and the young woman also got carpal tunnel problems, though she has had this in the past.

As it "happens", she does house cleaning jobs, and this year cleaned the two houses of my former employer of the past two years. We exchanged some stories yesterday, and I learned some interesting gossip, not to be related here. Today she was on her house cleaning job, perhaps for the last time as she is going away on holiday for two weeks and then onto school for a construction management course. No more vineyard work for her due to carpal tunnel problems.

I still felt trashed after work and during my IV vitamin C infusion, and needed yet another post treatment (or post work) power nap of an hour and a half. These after work power naps are becoming a "habit", though surely governed by the Psychopathic Controllers who seem to be getting leverage from me in a sleep state during daytime. (Or at night, as my dreams have become more vivid and odd). After having dinner it seems that I have recovered some, but still too unmotivated to set off and get my favorite food, chocolate.

I felt better today undertaking the dusty and exhausting work of planting vines all day in the sun. The smokey skies crept in during the afternoon, though it still had to be 30C. That, still didn't prevent two one hour quasi-naps after work, once immediately after stuffing my face, and then again after doing dishes and before heading out to SOF supermarket. Which is the the ideal timing (post nap, or near nap) to put on the gangstalkers, even at 2000h, as they seem to be out in significant numbers when there. The gut-strut, the aisle blockers, main aisle no less, doing their protracted pondering act, the god-awful plaid shorted males, and a few other freaks. And in keeping with the ongoing game of stalking my ass after finishing up a the self-checkout, four criss-crossing Fuckwits were on me for the very occasion of covering me as I was about to depart with my groceries. Recall last week's E Indian troupe in file entering the store through the self-checkout, an exit for crissakes, just as I finished up and was ready to depart.

After two weeks of waiting for the replacement cord for my HIFI Man headphones, it arrived. And lo, if the R side driver doesn't work. I don't think my analysis was incorrect, but just another headphone hassle on top of another one. How fitting; they decided to prevent me from listening to this set for three weeks, and now have sabotaged them again, without so much as any response in the R side, which was not the case when I engaged with the customer service rep to get the things RMA'ed. This insane sabotage of audio gear never fucking ends, and especially so for headphones. This goes back 40 years, when my very first pair, a Koss model, just fell apart slowly. The current pair of Grados, now 20 years old, have been back to the repair depot 4x in the last 15 years, as well as being sabotaged at least once before. (Once before was in 2002, the high harassment days, when the steel posts that attach to the driver just rotated on their own (they are fixed into the plastic gimbel bracket), and of course the drivers just dropped off the post.) I have even flung headphone pairs out as I was so pissed with the ongoing and senseless sabotage of them.

[Second time headphone evaluation; the HIFi Man headphones are now working in both channels. I though I would leave my exasperation rant as written, per above].

And to prevent the new footwear problems, I wore my safety toed boots today, and lo, I note that the heels are separating from them. I haven't worn these boots more than 10x, and they keep falling apart almost the same day. The new footwear problems are my regular hiking boots, now in use for 5 years, and why, they now pinch my toes. Either my feet are getting bigger, or my boots are shrinking. Don't laugh; I had a pair of custom boots that somehow "grew" two sizes larger with no apparent stretch; all components, sole and uppers, just all expanded together without any apparent expansion differential between them. Well done assholes.

Though this time it seems they are growing my feet as my runners are also now tight in the toes. No doubt a total footwear upgrade is in order, all in keeping with the perps senseless sabotage over footwear.

Post-Charlottestown analysis; I'm totally with Trump on this one, and good on him he isn't bending over for the liberal-azzi. Things got ugly there for sure, but this alt-left, or liberal-azzi notion of deemed press cover privilege and earnest righteousness needs to be put in its place. Same for those shameless (though less strident) versions here in Canada.

Vine planting was finished in 3 hours this morning, and then onto bunch thinning the adjacent mature vines. Nice that the owners gave us a bottle of wine each after planting completion. On-off hot weather today, seeming in keeping with tan containment. And on-off hot (off due to clouds) because it wasn't smokey today.

In the morning I met two former coworkers, both female babes, as the farmer's market. A brief chat on our employer news while amidst the throng, the one where so many people know to step in my way while I am approaching noiselessly from behind. At the regular market stall I go to, the regular young woman was back to her usual cursory; last time she was decidedly friendly.

Saturday, and a day off, save the small vineyard owner wanted me for more de-leafing. So off to work on my day off to scrape some more cash for the ongoing expenses that keep coming. I stopped in at the winery from last year, and picked up a wine that was nearly sold out. And meeting up with one of the above mentioned babes again. I must say, I like a perky personality. And the harvest babe from last year was there too, strapping, blonde and gorgeous.

Not trashed tonight for some reason; the fatigue stretch seems to be abating.

Sunday, and another work day on de-leafing. I cannot get over these arranged heavy duty trucks on a Sunday. Before I got to the end of the street at 1000h, one boom truck was parked on the street, and then a redimix truck just around the corner. It is hard enough to get these guys out on a Saturday, let alone Sunday. And this is the Okanagan where the folks take their recreation seriously.

Anyhow, enough to get this launched for another week of the enslavement chronicles.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Ripping the Sky

A double event after vineyard work; first the dentist for cleaning for an hour and then dental X-rays, and then an inspection by the dentist. And lo, in the whack-a-mole fuckery that has become my dental care, another tooth is abscessing. One was bothering me for the past month in the run up to the dental appointment (in typical perp  timing over the past 15 years). I thought it was the very expensive crown installed in 02-2017, but no, it is an older root canal, two teeth away. Because it is an old root canal with a crown on it, I must go to the specialist, which means double the expense, like an estimated $1200. Thanks a lot assholes.

The fall expenditures they so like to nail me with are starting early. The dental appointment ran late, and then with a 20 minute home stop for food, a near-impromptu gig with Ben Waters, as he was circulating in Canada, between gigs, and the local impresario (nice guy, friendly and treats me normal) set him up here in Penticton. Ben Waters put on a great show, 3 hours less break time, with his 16 y.o. son on excellent saxophone (good on keyboard too), and an strong local drummer and bass player.

But was was with the couple in front of me who really put on a perverse show. I could see fine from the corner of the room, but they decided to act weird, even if they were 50+ y.o. It wasn't enough that they had seats to my R, but then had to stand up, move to my L and stand (both of them), then occasionally dance to some of the rock and roll numbers. Then the classic "split couple" gangstalk stunt, where one of them was on each side and I viewed the stage between them. Then they swapped places for their viewscape limiting sentry duty, and even swapped seats. And then to finish their performance, they left at the end of the show, but before the encore, which lasted 30 minutes. And lo, who, steps in front of me when I was about to exit, why, it is this same gangstalk couple who should of been long gone.  It is me who has ADD, and I know restlessness better than most. I haven't seen such obvious performance stalking stupidity for a long time, largely because I avoid open seating situations as this kind of ridiculous shit breaks out every time.

Just what is it that the perps need in order to block my view of things? From concerts, to viewing out windows on the bus, or setting up view obstructions like large vehicles on the roads, the perps' need to obstruct what I see is insane as it is relentless. (They will even obstruct me viewing myself in the mirror by floating in some mucus on my eye ball). If nothing else demonstrates they know what I can see in real time, it is this absurd game of visual field obstruction they constantly manage down to the microsecond.

So apart from the animated couple gangstalking stunt detailed above, on further analysis, it would seem the perps wanted me out and about after dental cleaning work with X-rays at a concert with 170 other attendees, with minimal intervening residence dwell time (20 minutes to eat) before I was out again until 2200h. Presumably I had some kind of different energies about me they wanted to capitalize on. (Not to mention prior extensive touching by the dental personnel). Then I had to get up earlier as I had to start work at 0600h, so to burn the candle at both ends.

Another smokey vineyard laboring day, and then off to an appointment for my IV vitamin C treatment, my pre-radiotherapy plan before I get it for prostate cancer in early October. And for "accompaniment" one patient managed to have blood dripped on her arm, and another was in a wheelchair (much Unfavored). As "usual", a heavy vehicular gangstalking show to accompany me from Okanagan Falls to Pentiction, post treatment.

Onto the title of this post; an aerial display to start off Peach Fest tonight in this Okanagan town, in what ought to be hot weather, but is merely warm due to the smokey conditions. We had the Snowbirds doing aerial displays, and then a CF-18 fighter jet ramped up the noise by flying lower and faster for 30 minutes. All while I was outside picking out the grass darts from my socks from vineyard work. The perps love a good sky ripping noise, and all the better that it can be delivered at lower altitudes than normal.

The smoke continues to sit in the valley, reducing the sun to a orange-red orb, even at noon. More local dimming it would seem, all to thwart full out hot temperatures. And no tanning can be had with the reduced light intensity either.

Vineyard work, still with smokey skies. Not even close to tanning light levels still, now two weeks straight of this "weather system", four weeks in all. As I see it, it is more local dimming experiments by the perps, but who knows how all this feeds into their huge nonconsensual human experimentation agenda, which IMHO, includes the entire Earth and its bio-sphere.

What was with the rude-assed troupe of E. Indians (from India) parading in at the self checkout at SOF tonight? Presumably a family, but walking in single file at 8' apart, and just after I finished paying for my groceries, in keeping with the absolutely relentless and senseless gangstalking whenever I make a financial transaction. What was so rude-assed about these five Fuckwits was that they entered the store and then proceeded to walk through where customers exit. All they had to do was go to the R and bypass the whole self checkout section. But no, this grim E. Indian woman leads the pack in her flowing robes (sari?) with the characteristic perp-managed "look-away" countenance, and the rest of them follow, suitably spaced apart to hold me up for longer at the self-check out. Talk about fucking rude, delivered by one of the brown people minorities that need a lesson in civil conduct, assuming they weren't set up for this performance. Maybe they were there for "brown calibration", as I had chocolate in my purchases.

Similarly, it was last week at SOF when at a regular checkout as I was about to pay, they slid by an E. Indian male in a turban and his pyjama-like robe outfit, which caught my eye. (And likely raised my abreaction response). I loathe the sight of turbans (all head wear in fact), and also dislike the draped robes/sari garment look, both much Unfavored. In other words, also at a financial transaction event, they put on the E. Indian gangstalker. Per above, they added four more tonight, to make five of them to parade past at this long-stalked perp Fuckover moment. Normally the E. Indians don't go to SOF, as they seem to like a competitor across the street where they shop in droves. (My crippled local fickle friend took me to this supermarket competitor three months ago when I was helping him out doing his shopping while he was on crutches). Very curious, this file of E. Indian gangstalkers "happening" to arrive at financial transaction moments in a store they rarely frequent.

Continuing smokey skies while doing vineyard work. Another cancellation of the planting I was to be doing; the boss man had arranged two of us to be planting vines all day today, but the water system wasn't working right. Which is what happened yesterday, but today I was informed this morning. Not a huge deal; I worked on the adjacent vineyard doing bunch thinning. And perfect perp arranging; I got caught without my headphones and player as I thought I was to be planting, and usually have someone around. In such circumstances I don't wear headphones when working with someone nearby. Deliberately tuning out in a cooperative environment is the height of rudeness IMHO. Not that it bothers the perps any of course. Rudeness of others is just another entre to pissing the TI victim off.

Saturday, and a day off, even if there will be a pressing need to tend to the fruit thinning and the de-leafing, just as 2 acres of planting stock need to be planted.

And an obvious gangstalking at the whole foods place today; one of the cashiers was doing shopping for herself and hounding my ass, as in gangstalking. Then, not too surprisingly, she shows up ahead of me at the line at the checkout. And what does she do when she is done with the cashier, why, she swaps out with the cashier and then becomes my cashier! All this for the last 30 minutes of store opening time. Talk about an extra obvious financial transaction stalking.

Some pointless fuckery today, traveling 30 min. to the organic farm to get 4 lb of basil, all to find out that they hadn't picked it. I will have to phone ahead next time, something I wanted to do today, but the mindfuck games were on and I felt compelled to drive there just to find out all was for naught. Thanks assholes.

Then to the Ford dealership to get the Escape's oil changed, and the timing belt inspected as I have no records of it, the papers supplied by my perp-abetting mother. But as the vehicle had been faithfully maintained at a Ford dealership in Victoria, the service representative offered to phone the dealership instead. (Timing belt replacement interval is 100,000 km, and the vehicle has 113,000km). So... as it turns out he got blown off and not helped over the phone, and didn't inspect it either, so I still don't know. Thanks a lot assholes, a classic perp stunt; be all over an issue and then get doubly thwarted (seemingly) by the minions who earn their living by doing this kind of work but somehow don't deliver. Excuses, but no determination. The perps just love this kind of FUD (Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt); escalated by lost paper work (potentially), prior ineptitude (potentially), have the TI victim get all over the issue and take the vehicle to someone who is to make a positive determination and lo, nothing happens. All to escalate the FUD, and also to vex the victim all the more over the potential consequences (a broken timing belt means a broken engine- been there, had it done to me). And lo, the quote on a timing belt replacement is $750, where the prior Toyota Camry was $200, as I had it done. Well done Ford.

A sudden weather change when I was about to walk back to the Ford dealership, a 10 minute walk. After four weeks of stable sunny weather, much attenuated by smokey skies, why, the wind picks up and clouds roll in, and effectively re-creates the attenuated sunny conditions, just with a different muting agent, clouds instead of smoke. Go figure.

I got out hiking today, and even an hour of tanning, though not skyclad. The hiking gangstalking was relatively light, not hordes up on McIntyre Bluff today. I got my 4 lb of basil finally, and when home, got hit with a restless phase, and after reading a book for 30 min., I got hit with a 1 hour nap attack. I don't know what it is about reading, but the perps have been hitting me with nap attacks afterward, sometimes 2 hours when there is no sleep deficit.

Anyhow, time to launch this for the week and ponder what next the perps will dream up. As of this posting, 1800 published posting in total dealing with this in situ invasive atrocity.

Monday, August 07, 2017

Bigger Smoke

Very smokey from forest fires today; apparently from Montana and BC this time. Which of course dropped the sunlight levels, and temperatures. It was to be 32C today, but I doubt it wasn't more than 28C. And of course, diminished light levels, something the perps just love to do.

And what is with Youtube, or at least, I think it is them? The incomparable Eva Cassidy, singing Nightbird, one of six songs of hers when she and her band went live at Blues Alley. The video image, never great, just got degraded into fuzzy pixellations. Did someone want to screw me around as they know I like to watch this so much? [Later, I see the pixellations have been removed].

Plenty of smoke in the air again; all in keeping with having full sun but attenuated light penetration. Plus the early morning reddish-orange-ish glow gets on my nerves for some reason. Decades ago, the then-wife purchased some 5 year warranty incandescent light bulbs which had an orange-pink glow. I couldn't stand them, and she seemed pissed that I replaced them with a white color temperature bulb in a week or so. I am sure that wasn't a coincidence. If I like white light, that is, high color temperature bulbs, then why is it a long running hassle to get and keep them?

My second IV vitamin C infusion today. Now at 50g, which is in the oxidative range apparently, which belies its usual status as an antioxidant. All too complicated for me, just get me ready for the upcoming irradiation treatment for the prostate cancer I got stiffed with.

In the vineyard, three co-workers today; one new young woman who didn't want to say hello, the older French guy who speaks very little English, and the young single mom whom I met yesterday. And she is pretty, and nice to look at too. I get plenty of leg views as the foliage on the trellis wires blocks everything else. No real engaging conversation with anyone, save the boss man when he is around.

But again, same with the last vineyard, why do the co-workers place their packs and coats in my row, and then go work on another? Is this some kind of victim homage or something? Even more strange is that they place their belongings in my row before I get there and start the row for crissakes. Even I don't know which row I am going to go into next until I get there. The French guy was a case in point; he always puts his lunch bucket in his row and proceeds to work the same row, now a week's worth of observed habit. But today, he places his lunch bucket in my row, before I got there from the opposite end, and then moves over one row to start leaf plucking there.

Similarly for the young woman I met yesterday; I am 60' into the row, having started it with no one in it, I look up, and I see she has started my row from the top for 20'. I look up to see what the deal is, and then she heads to another row. And no, I wasn't wearing camo, and it was a 100' or so. Like WTF; even the sane ones at the last gig were pulling this stunt on the odd occasion, and the less predictable ones were doing this way too often to be a coincidence. Call it cross-employer coordinated co-worker fuck-up collusion or something like that. I never saw any of this "accidently-on-purpose" bullshit at the larger crew job I did for the past two years on my weekends.

I got to work on my own today, only the French guy was there, and in another part of the vineyard. Almost on my own; a boom truck arrived with three day-glo linesmen and proceeded to work on the pole some 40' away. I have long remarked on the proliferation of boom trucks on the gangstalking show, and here they were, doing some legit looking work next to my vineyard activities. Then in the afternoon, they continued to the next pole and replaced it with a metal one and transferred all the connections and hardware to the new pole. Anyhow, they ran the boom truck engine long enough that I didn't bother listening to music through my headphones all day.

Another day of smokey skies; continuing the local dimming project it would seem, when it would of been scorching hot (35C), but was moderately hot (30C).

The vineyard owners dog was tethered near where I worked, which became a PIA, though it wasn't out of character from what I learned from the owner.

What was the deal last night over leg cramps? I go to bed earlier at 2030h, and then the assholes pummel me with leg cramps for the next three hours, keeping me awake all the time of course.
Saturday, and a day off for a three day weekend. It is called BC Day here, and a month ahead of Labor Day. All kinds of local activities are on, though I usually avoid them, crowd clusterfucks being the norm. The boss man didn't seem to want me to work this weekend, even if the single mom will be working the Monday. Just one of those things it seems, where the schedule is planned ahead, and I submit.

Laundry day, and seeming motorcycle day too. Two of them parked on the street, and another two mobile before I got to the end of the street I live on. Then one more all for a 5 minute trip to the laundromat. I got to dry my laundry outside today, something the perps have assiduously avoided for most of the year, no matter the weather.

And what was it that the perps needed to stalk my ass today when out on laundromat trips? Huge vehicular trains for all roads, at the laundromat, at my parked vehicle there, and on my ass at the LD store. Was it my usual Saturday arms and front torso shave, no supplement intake, or my rare combination of shorts and underwear? Who knows why the perps go berserk, on top of one of their favorite stalking/harassment events, doing laundry. And it didn't go unnoticed that the pair of usual washing machines was disrupted; one of them is out of order. And the alternative washing machines of the same make were also tied up. So I used a dissimilar washing machine under the dryer (plus the regular washing machine).

Continuing smokey skies, a seeming need to limit the light levels but keeping the heat up. Though mostly, I spent my time indoors. I really don't know how much of a tan I am going to get from the deal. I checked LD for bronzing agents, that is, improving the results of an outside tan, but to no avail.

Sunday, and a hike to McIntyre bluff, and still smokey skies. Some four parties coming down while I was uphill bound, all seeming to have at least one member with a red T-shirt. Curiously, no one coming my way when downhill bound. I see the adjacent farm's 12" water mainline was dug up while traversing the vineyard, some 4' down. The perps have a never ending need for me to witness, touch, repair or otherwise become involved in water supply or irrigation issues, (or the water supply I drink from), so this wasn't anything new. And thanks to the smokey skies, no tanning happened.

I bought some 35lb of tomatoes at the associated farm at the trailhead farm store, plus some other groceries. This evening, I converted the tomatoes to pulp, after parboiling them, a 3.5 hour job. The perps like this activity of food preservation, as this is the third successive year of

Monday, the holiday day here in BC. Continuing smokey skies, again, getting the heat without the light, the ongoing experiment in "local dimming". Perhaps to map to global dimming in some respects.

My fickle friend, he of injured status, still recovering from his split knee cap injury came over. He brought the munchies, (red colored tortilla chips) and I provided the wine, this at 1500h in the afternoon. Two bottles of wine later he needed a nap, and so I let him nap on the floor with blanket. Sleep he did for an hour while I was in the bedroom reading a book, and he got up with a cough and once up, it was apparent that he barfed his guts up on the carpet without having sufficient warning, a pink color it was. Anyhow, I helped clean it all up and all was good. And I drove him home.

Straight out of the perp play book; no warning of bodily emissions, and lo, a major mess to clean up. And do the perps ever love a mess.

And it is confirmed; the perps have hacked my one year old stereo amplifier and it only functions in the R channel, no matter the input source. Like WTF; why do they continue to sabotage the shit out of my stereo gear? Readers from last year may recall that a reliable amplifier (but older) got sabotaged and had to be sent to Chicago twice because the didn't fix it properly. That stunt prompted me to get a new amplifier that would be more maintainable, and lo, it too gets sabotaged. Now this amplifier has to be shipped to England for warranty repair, hoping they are more competent than last time. Thanks a lot assholes.

Anyhow, I am a day late on my weekly schedule, and time to get this posted.