Monday, February 18, 2019

Catching Up

A posting to catch up for the past two weeks, having got the Feb. 4 posting done (dated Feb. 16 by Blogspot).

More snow for this region, and the whole of the Pacific Northwest, including Puget Sound, Vancouver and Victoria as well. That has kept me busy as I have been shoveling out the landlord's property too. As it faces the street, I am to clear the sidewalk and of course, make the pathways on the property clear too, as well as his two vehicles parked out front, visible from the street. All to give the property that lived-in look, as they are away in Mexico for 8 weeks. Good timing on their part for all the continued snowfalls.

No work this week, save a day helping out my former millwork installation employer for one day. I spent a considerable time doing caulking of counter tops at this commercial construction site where I had worked from 08-12 in 2018. The caulking job seemed like a prequel to my own caulking efforts at my residence the next day. I caulked some 4' in the shower stall after removing the old fugly molded caulking, and also recaulked another 4' of the counter top I installed at my residence about four weeks ago. And note, this is the very same counter top at the construction site, having been given some 16' of it after the job was done. I suppose they wanted a "repeat", where I do the same job on the same material at the construction site, and then at my residence, one day apart.

I also conveyed my continuing annoyance to my co-worker about the employer's wilful intransigence about getting my unemployment benefit paperwork done. It should be "paperwork" in quotes, as it is simply a no brainer electronic transmission to the government. And yet the fucker, an registered charter accountant no less, won't get this done. And how would he like to go two months with no pay? Time to write a nasty email to start his work week. And then start a complaint with the accounting practices board of which he is a professional member. Then as to what is next I have no idea, save naming the asshole. (I see the employer's website has changed recently so there are no more employee pictures, just the names). I simply cannot believe this fucking shit show has gone on for two months for absolutely no reason. Besides, even if the employment was acrimonious, which it isn't, the employer must furnish this document, called the Record of Employment (ROE). As to why the law puts so much control of an individual into some paper pusher's hands with no penalties of significance is beyond me. And it has been two weeks since I submitted a formal request, and nothing from the government either.

And BTW, I see the government now has their unemployment related forms online again; the Request for a Record of Employment form is now available online. When I was looking for it, it so "happened" that it wasn't, and the link was broken, which then caused me to go the the government's Service Canada office in town and request one. And as it "happened" they didn't have it either, (supposedly) and so I got snookered into a 1.5 hour wait in their office where an orchestrated brown people stalk-athon unfolded, as mentioned in a past blog posting.

For "some reason" I could not get to sleep, and spent most of the night awake before getting up at 0600h. I had to deal with the 8" of snowfall that morning, shoveling the sidewalks and pathways on behalf of the landlord who is away in Mexico. The street snow clearing was so overwhelmed that I decided to walk to the hospital construction site. That was a 30 minute walk or so, not bad considering the poor snow removal, both sidewalks and streets.

There was only one remaining co-worker, so we chatted plenty at the two breaks. He will be winding up the job in two weeks or so. He may need me for a day next week to do some heavy lifting etc.

The stalking coverage is getting more intense these past 4 weeks, since the start of New Year when I returned to Penticton. The Fuckwits are constantly on my ass when I get out of my vehicle or make a turn (ambulatory or driving). And the pit-lamping too; beaming headlights on me. The just-stand-there stalkers have also increased; these ridiculous assholes who stand in mid-sidewalk looking at their phones. I suppose it is a better cover story than the ones who just stand there without a prop, which was in plenty evidence before the ubiquity of so-called smart phones.

I had to do one of the routinely scheduled health care shit samples (every 5 years), and the Fuckwits were all over me at the waiting area in the lab at the hospital. All duly arranged, as I had the paper lab order with me the day before when I did a work day (per above), but "somehow" forgot to go to the lab afterwards. Another convenient "forget" that makes all these kinds of events seem so very arranged.

Got zapped in the night; I haven't had one of these for a while, but a sudden jolt to my thigh got me awake right quick.

And more perverse dreams, that could only of been planted. It was a vivid dream about working on an IT project, something I haven't done in 18 years since the harassment came on. Why did they plant that on me?

And a phone stunt from the computer tech where I took my spare PC in to get dual boot running. He finished the job, I picked the computer up, and later that day he phones me, but not in his usual manner of introducing himself and who he is working for and the purpose of his call. This time, I get a call and he asks is "Monica there?", and I say no, as there isn't one here. Then he makes up this lame excuse about looking at the wrong work order, which then ties him to the computer repair outfit, though I was beginning to recognize the voice. A very lame excuse it seems, as the work order for my PC was done, so why would he have mine next to an active work order? Nor does he backtrack to introduce himself in this faux confusion.

Anyhow, I don't go into a lot of detail on this topic in this her blog, though I will talk to TI's in person if I come to know them. I have made references to ML in past postings, as this theme (person) gets constantly planted on me (in mind) all day long, sometimes 200x or more. And I have seen her twice for real, and her likeness (height, build, age) at least a dozen times more. And so this computer tech just "happens" to mention that person by her first name in his supposedly errant call, momentarily confounding me without his usual self introduction? Yeah, right.

I worked on a bottling line for wine for three days last week. Same deal as always; just when everything is going right, no mean feat for all the technical issues and the cold, why, the bottling line shuts down. When I say "going right", I am referring to a kind of mind-state where it just seems that one isn't doing a whole lot of thinking beyond the assigned activities of supporting the production line. There is something about humans (and of course the nonconsensual human experimentees, aka TI's)  and production line work that seriously interests the perps.

A statutory holiday in these here parts, Family Day for crissakes. I seems there was too long of a stretch between January and Easter, so they created a new one, invoking a sentimental excuse. Or, in my read on it, more like the politicians were told to do so, as the perps just love to disrupt routines, even the regular Mon-Fri weekday workers.

I spent the better part of yesterday getting the electronic gear back in its rack, and all of it then connected and moved under this new bench I built a few weeks ago. I also had to get the rack cut down and rejoined so it would go underneath. But for "some reason" the printer is on the blink, even if MS Windows says there is no problem with it. The before and after

And another related serious interest of the perps that I have come to find in recent months is my use of tools. That is, any use of a tool, and all the more interesting to them if I switch tools, say, use an impact driver instead of a drill. And it can be even shifting my use of snow removal tools; the sled-like pushing tool and then swapping over to use the snow scoop to clean up the trails of snow that the pushing tool missed. I noticed this particular example a few days ago when shoveling snow at about 0700h; the street yapping males just "happened" to start up some 30 seconds before I swapped snow removal tools. That there would be anyone outside at this time of morning just to stand and natter is unusual, and such timing doesn't go unnoticed when it seems that every noise around me is orchestrated to microsecond level precision, and of course, with designed volume and harmonic frequencies. And annoyance levels too.

And when working on the construction site job from 08-12, 2018, I either used other's tools, or bought my own, and loaned them out on a temporary basis. My co-workers also had some tool acquisition binges too, and I often shared in the tool talk, picked them up to admire, or on occasion borrowed them. As to what all that means to the perp assholes I have no idea. Just leave me the fuck alone, as I have been screwed enough.

And that should be it for the week.

Saturday, February 16, 2019

Snow in the Puget Sound

02-03 and 04, 2019
A drive to Bellevue WA to the ADD doctor and another the same morning. All within a few blocks of the regular hotel I stayed at, which became rather strategic as it turned out. Good weather, and some light snow when I pulled into Bellevue. From the weather reports it was going to be an inch or two, so I wasn't concerned.

Except the next morning, why, 6" on my vehicle and still snowing, and the TV reporters pre-empted the regular shows to relate the snow conditions all over the Puget Sound region. Some 12" in Everett, and lightening up some further S. The advice was, if you really don't need to drive, then don't. Nearly all the schools were closed, as were the universities and colleges. The whole of the Seattle-Tacoma-Bellevue metropolis was at a near stand still. Sure, there were some vehicles on the road, and the transit authorities were totally on top of it and had their buses out with chains on their tires. Some flights got away early from SeaTac, but it seemed they had no hope of keeping the snow off the runways. Other airports were shut down.

Some exit ramps were shut down as no one could negotiate them. And plenty of traffic tie-ups at key commuter intersections, e.g. I-5, I-405, I-90 etc. Ironically, it was the opening day of the much awaited Hwy 1 tunnel under the city after the elevated freeway was dismantled owing to the structural damage from the Nisqually earthquake in 2001. (I was there for that!). But I don't think any one noticed for all the snow bound traffic and difficult driving conditions.

Walked to the first appointment at 0900h and the staff were there, surprisingly. At 1230h was my next appointment, and I decided to fill my vehicle up, and drive a whole two blocks and be ready to depart, as the forecast was for dropping temperatures, meaning that all that snow, and whatever ice conditions, were there to stay.

The doctor was in for the second appointment at 1230 and the medical assistant too, but that was it; no one else, patients or practitioners. Rather odd it seemed to me, everyone abandoning ship save the one doctor I was to see. At one point I was mentioning the weather, and he gives me this quizzical smirk, and says something trivial. So could it be that the perps, in their weather controlling capabilities that I have come to know, brought in this snowstorm and essentially shut down the whole Puget Sound metropolis just for their insane games, much of which centers on me? I wouldn't put it past them, but as to exactly why they pull this shit I don't know. They like to shut down activity around me sometimes, and they also like to test for the properties of water in all its forms, and why this on my third trip, and perhaps my last for a long while, I have no idea. The first two trips in July and September might of been "warm ups" for whatever this whole snow scene stunt was all about. Just speculation of course, and limited to only what I suspect based on what I know.

It just seems so highly unusual in these weather conditions where Puget Sound was hardly moving, that both of my doctor appointments were concluded. Especially the first one at 0900h.

And so I departed Bellevue; driving the I-405 to the I-90, now clear of traffic blockages, and I drove the Snoqualmie Pass east to the Columbia River. The snowfall had abated by then, but the road conditions were packed snow, and there were a few vehicles that just plain got stuck, though in the R most lane. The pass was in relatively good shape, with less snowfall than the city, and also good attention from the highways maintenance equipment and personnel. But there was snow on the ground on my whole trip back, unlike my outbound trip. The road conditions got better when by Cle Elum, save some sudden snow flurries that came on, and made me wonder if it was for the better that I avoided the Hwy 97 leg from Wenatchee to Cle Elum (Blewett Pass, with a much more winding road way). I stuck with the I-90, and when traveling from the E bridge out of the gorge, it was down to single lane traffic as a three vehicle pileup from the W bound lanes spilled onto two lanes of the E bound lanes. A mess to be sure, one being a jack knifed tractor trailer unit, but it seemed it was down to the tow trucks to start removing the damaged vehicles.

Along the way near Columbia River gorge on I-90, I recognized some areas that the perps had me drive during the 2002 high harassment days, when the head pain beams were so severe in my apartment that I found relief in my vehicle and I would drive all night. (And never miss the sleep, and rarely fell asleep at a rest area). Often there was some 50-100 vehicles behind me, and then each one would pass me in turn, and then join the group ahead of me. At night I couldn't see much of the landscape of course, and not being familiar with the I-90, it was all relatively new then. And there were some super dense fogs on those night time trips, never experienced before or since, that would suddenly come down, where even going 20mph was out-driving one's vision. And on the Blewett Pass bypass route to avoid the section I mentioned above, why, I was re-acquainted with this same landscape. So it would seem, some 17 years earlier, they had my routing planned for this trip.

A long drive for a doctor appointment for sure, but I hope that will be the last of them, but who knows what is going down on this long running abuse-athon.

Sunday, February 10, 2019

Post Lunch Brown Folk Stalk

[I found this partially written posting in 02-2019, but it relates to events to 12-15-2018 and the prior week]

Working at the construction site still, last week. A whole lot less of us trades guys now, as in less of a dude flush around me, especially noted when I get out of elevators or turn corners in the hallways, or transit from the building to the parking garage, or outside directly through the front doors (when open).

A new variation of the stalking coverage is the increased coverage I get with the brown skinned stalkers, aka, trades workers. And this past week this particular stalker sub-population has an almost unerring timing of finding me every day after lunch. (And as regular readers will know, post meal ingestion is a prime stalking occasion). The brown guys seem to find me in the most obscure locations, even on floors where there is little trades activity or even where the room is finished. First it was the rude-assed E. Indians, and it is not just me that complains about them; my co-workers and other trades, and even the assistant superintendent indicated that he has heard many complaints about them. Then the Indonesian guy seemed to find me, all to putter around with something in the same room while I was there for 10 minutes.

Ben Waters put on a good show at the Dream Cafe, the first of four shows he is doing here. I was later told he was in better form the next three nights as he was tired from his travel that same day, all the way from the UK to here in Penticton no less. His son was featured more than last time, and he put on an admirable performance.

And of course, even with my own seat at my own table, there just has to be one in every crowd, and they "happen" to be next to me, or more accurately, in front of me. The ridiculous high hand clapping, you know (if you are a TI), where they deliberately obstruct your vision (line of sight) of the performers. I don't think I have encountered this before at this venue, but it defies conventional levels of coincidence that this keeps erupting around me at live performances.

Instead of getting the direct stare from the performer, as usually "happens", there was a musician standing nearby, and whom Ben Waters mentioned, but this guy didn't go on the stage for whatever reason. So, the stares in my direction were conceivably for this guy, but as he was only 4' away, and on the lower level, why, the extended looks could of been directed at him.

Then there was the "just stand there" dude who pulled this stunt all through the set-break for whatever reason, but again, it is highly consistent with the arranged fuckery that travels with me wherever I go, and seems to be highly choreographed in advance. I don't quite understand why the Psychopaths need to block part of my visual field, usually on repetitive events. This was most noticeable in 2003-2012 when the assholes would station Fuckwits to block my field of view when I was on public transportation, and made themselves most obvious when the bus was headed to the suburbs in mid-day, outside of commuting hours altogether.

At the show, there was a local doctor [cannot recall the context now, 02-2019] who "somehow" lifted his T-shirt to reveal bare flesh, another longstanding stalker stunt. And at end of show said doctor took it upon himself to shake Ben Waters and son's hand. More of the gratuitous glad handing that I have come to know and loathe.

The show end was interesting; normally the audience (read, arranged Fuckwits) hold back and stay in their seats, and I "escape" and take an immediate departure to avoid the crowd clusterfuck. This time, it was opposite; the crowd took an early exit which I decided to wait out, and I was uncharacteristically mellow about the whole deal and not my usual driven self to get out. This hold-me-in-place stunt allowed BW to hang around some 6' from me after the show and natter to his musician pal, mentioned above.

Back to the work scenario; a final few days before the millwork (cabinets and countertops) support role ends, and an interesting final few days it was. I was at the main entry countertop, with my hand on the corian surface, speaking with my work colleague, and this woman comes up and asks me something about the cabinet installations, and I answer her question, and she thanks me, and then puts her hand momentarily on top of mine, a passing touch and then she departs. And what was the purpose of this rude-assed interaction? Why, to get a "touch" on the victim (bio-energetic interaction) and all the better that it be where the public will interact all day long at a public hospital when it opens in three months, and too, that it occurs on a plastic resin surface.

Enough said, and again, this particular posting is a "find" that I did not finish until a few months later after these events.

Tuesday, February 05, 2019

Home Reno Hell

I was putting in a shelf support in the kitchen, a chicken shit job to make use of 8" of vacant space on the wall, and used the stud finder to locate a support and drilled into it. And lo, if I didn't hit a water supply line, a new-to-me situation as all my former houses had copper water lines. This time it was a poly B water line, and screws go into them real easy. I heard the hissing as I was taking out the screw, so I put it back in, and that stopped it. After turning off the water supply, which seemed to take forever, I had to open the drywall behind this kitchen wall and have a look. Not even a teaspoon of water had leaked, but it was quite clear I had to do some further repairs. The landlords are away, so I phoned the plumber on their supplied list, so I had to start improvising.

First some advice from my cabinet installer that it was poly B line, and that fittings were no longer made. A material called Pex has now replaced poly B. Then about 2 hours of web troving to find out the same and ruminate on what the options were. Well, as it turns out, there are Pex to Poly B transition fittings, so, a single point leak in two pipes required four fittings, Pex to Poly B, a section of Pex, and then back to Poly B. There was a hang up to get a crimper tool, only $80, but at it turned out I could rent one for $20, which I did. And lo, the repairs held, first time, and remain that way.

Due to the late day timing of the above event, I was without water for the evening, and lo, if the perps didn't pull 3 visits to the crapper, a most unusual confluence. And have I mentioned that the perps just love to mess with water supplies, change up the pipes and all the rest of the manipulations that can "happen" with pressurized water supplies, and too, what their source they come from? Countless times in these blog postings.

The above job, plust finishing the shelf unit was a total nightmare due to constant mental interference. The Psychopaths dithered me constantly as to where I put tools down, and I swear even a few of them "disappeared" for a while, as I was beside myself as to where they went at times. And lo, if they just weren't found later, exactly where I looked. And too, the tools were strewn all over the place, and mixed among meal making materiel in the kitchen area. Well done perps for fucking the absolute shit out of me. And as I came to learn, they also like to hack the shit out of me when I switch tools, say from one to another, either to finish a cut or drillhole, or when they have me hop to another task. A new perp interest as I came to know.

I also put a new steel stud in to support the drywall opening, and I had never worked with such a material before. And did the perps ever work me over with intense adversity over that one to the point of screaming at the assholes for dithering the utter shit out of me. I wasn't controlled, I would of finished the job and sold off all my tools, I was that pissed with the deal. Coming from a tool geek no less.

Two appointments in one day; the dental surgeon pulled the stitches from my mouth two weeks after the implant anchors were set in my jaw. All is well on that front, and no Psychopathic intrusions or fuckery [read on though].

Tthen in the afternoon, an biennial optometry exam; to my surprise, especially given the ongoing maser and startlight games, my vision is slightly better after two years since my last visit. No new Rx lenses needed, and I even got my eyeglasses fixed again, as they were never right even after four visits back then. Finally they sit evenly on my face....

And to screw all things going well, why this here PC still won't play music over the OPPO (DAC) and then to the amplfier, the only sound system that I have been enjoying for the past two years. All my audio goes through the same sound system; internet, disc, or music files. As mentioned in a  previous blog posting, the perp assholes have taken it upon themselves to force me to listen to anything online through my headphones only, a piss off to say the least. But it is perhaps their way of saying, "get a music server", something I have been thinking about for the past 10 years after experiencing the intense vexation brought on by Microsoft, the NAS racket, and then "just" add a tablet or phone.

I just don't understand why most of the audio electronics industry has their head up their ass on this one, and persistently so. My notion is to have a single integrated device; put a hard drive (dumping the NAS connectivity stupidity) in a dedicated stereo component with a sensible user interface (forget the cell phone interface, not to mention the outrageous EMF from WiFi), display all the digital music in various ways (artist, album, folder etc) and perhaps add in internet "radio" stations and call it done. Of all the 300 or so music system vendors, about 3 of them get it for under $3k. Another 10 or so from there to $10K or more. (One such audio electronics who offers a 20 year warranty, has a single line well down in the product literature, offering this as an option; like, "psst, even if you paid $4k for this audio computer, you can add in a hard drive if you like".) This is fucking absurd from the usability perspective. Which then begs the question as to why so many apparently sensible minded electronics equipment manufacturers have got it so wrong, and develop the streaming only (live internet) devices? Like WTF; force the customer buy a NAS (another computer) and have the said hardware vendor drop FLAC file support (my experience) and then have the NAS not connect properly with the streaming device and a myriad of connection and usability issues (my experience), and to then abandon design management of the user interface (another round of usability) and leave it to Apple and Android apps (a third computer). Can we say software and hardware contingency hell?

Apart from Sony and Novatronics, both under $2k, I have never known an industry to get it so totally backwards in such wholesale numbers and too, abandon their essential principles of designing and developing usable consumer music electronics. And we haven't got to cinema yet. And to then further obscure the meaning of a server, streamer and conflate them and misdirect customers in every which way. It all tells me they are getting jerked by the same chain.

A round of administrative fuckery is in progress, and it seems there is no sensible reason for my former employer to withhold my vital work record, a Record of Employment or ROE, the essential document for getting unemployment benefits. And what is the point of that, save to jerk my ass ass around needlessly? The work came to an end as the job was completed, there was no antagonism from either party, and all was copesthetic. This document was due to be submitted Dec. 19 arguably, Jan. 05 for sure. I spoke with the right accounting person on the phone, I obtained my work record from him, (but not the official version), and he said he would get it done. I asked to be paid out for my holiday pay, and he did as part of the regular month end pay cycle. I phoned him up the two days later and asked for my ROE again, and he said he was "sorry", as the electronic submission program wasn't working and he would go downtown and get the paper version. I phone my former foreman and asked him to ask on my behalf, and he said he would make it happen that day. Yeah right. And that was the last I heard from him.

So after looking up the public procedures on this, I went to the government office and asked for a "Request for ROE" form, as it "happened" I could not print it from the government website as the PDF file was missing. The office couldn't provide it either, but would submit an electronic version. So... an 60 minute wait in the office until I could be served. This became a "circle stalking" as it seemed to be one big stake out for the stalkers to arrive in turn and take the seats around me that "happened" to be in a 12' circle. But first was this E Indian male, just sitting there, who later moved to loiter protractedly at the windows, and in long standing gangstalking tradition (since 04-2002 for me), the E Indian Fuckwit slowly moved around, and did his "just standing there" routine in different lighting situations. That he was ahead of me (the only person) and appeared to have no business dealings (wasn't called by the staff), spells ANOTHER FUCKING STALKER in capitals.

The circle stalk brought on various and sundry gangstalking thematics. More E Indians, then a couple, one of whom was Scottish (do I ever loathe Scottish accents), then five very brown Mexicans came in, seeming to get their visas authorized, and then a cripple. Yet again, I was kept captive in a public waiting area. As if all the waits for city buses and public transportation (and the assorted freaks show that was) from 2003 to 2012 wasn't sufficient.

Finally I got a government clerk who wrote up my file, asked all the relevant questions and submitted the "Request for an ROE" on the government system. I asked what action was going to be taken, and was told someone from the government office would speak to the party that was withholding the document. I didn't say it, but how fucking lame is that? And why do we put so much trust in a party that has nothing to lose, and if they want to screw someone around (reason or not), why, they just don't do anything. I can imagine many, many employee "layoffs" are very antagonistic, and withholding documentation would be par for the course. So why is this lame-assed system so entrenched as it has been? How about a $1000 fine for being over due, and have it accumulate by that rate every four weeks. That should change employer compliance behavior dramatically. As to how long this insane and unnecessary administrative obstructive fuckery is going to persist, I have no idea. But when it comes to normal things going wrong, or gone perversely, there is only one party in my existence that manages this, and it is the same assholes who relentlessly interfere with everything that comes my way, or that I touch, hear (audio "issues" per above), or that I see.

Perhaps I should quit being nice and name the outfit and the obstructing Fuckwit.

All was well on the dental implant surgery until now, and despite my care and attention, I "somehow" snagged something at or near my implant surgery two days ago, and only now, a Saturday at 1600h do I feel some pain there. I am due to drive to Bellevue WA tomorrow, a seven hour drive, and see the ADD doctor the next day, and then turn around and drive back. The timing of this assault, and delayed reaction cannot be a coincidence. Here I am, with these plans in place, going to the US, and the Psychopaths pull this shit. A $4000 surgery, and the Assholes somehow arrange it to get snagged on a toothbrush for crissakes. We shall see how this plays out, but it would not surprise me that I spend the next two days in excruciating pain while captive to my travel plans. Well done assholes.

And for the record, I wouldn't be going to Bellevue WA if the local shrink wasn't such a weirdo. As I mentioned in a prior blog, if the shrink is stranger than the patient, then run the other way. Which I did, but forced this much more expensive traveling situation, now the third in 8 months. And having lived in Everett and Seattle, why, I am not too surprised that the Pschopaths have arranged this feint to send me back to the Puget Sound region. And the US Border Patrol have been dutiful and decent and let me in without doing their gun pulling shit for no reason as "happened" in 2003, suggests the perps need this more than I do. And for the record, I make no move to re-visit any of the cast of characters that I came to know in those days, 199-2003, particularly the femme-de-sabotage, Ms. C.

I will detail the games that went on in the next blog posting, but as it unfolded the next day, there was no dental pain build up. But I shall see the dental surgeon anyhow just to make sure something didn't get messed up, or that the Psychopaths exploit this for further gain. Stay tuned.

Sunday, January 27, 2019

Informational Censoring From Amazon

Or would that just be construed as an "enhanced shopping experience"? As a 23 (yep) year customer of Amazon, I have finally got seriously pissed with them. In the name of some kind of "helping you" convenience, (or at least, that is my notion of why they might be doing this), they will now only display on to us Canadians what can only be shipped here to Canada. If there is something that doesn't, then us Canadians won't see it, nor will we be told about it at any future date. Well done Amazon; in the name of "helping" (or convenience, or other such feint) you have censored what we can see that might be available. Now understand, previously, if there was anything that could not be shipped north of the border, there was a message displayed on the page for the item. So it was never a mystery game (unlike Newegg, read on) as to whether an item was available in Canada or not. But at least one would learn of an item's existence from

Until now, served as an effective search engine as to what was out there in the retail sphere, such that one could further pursue an item should it not be on And believe me, is a lame shadow of its US parent. Nearly every week I would look for something, and compare the two Amazons to validate the true unavailabilty and cost differential of an item. (About 90% of the time we get screwed in Canada for far more than the outrageous exchange rate).

And so as of this date, the Great Disintermediator has now become the Great Nationalistic Marketing Delimiter (read, Censor). Just to think in the early days of Amazon (any country) that Bezos was playing up (chirping on even) the need to break down marketing borders; say, if something was available in the UK first, then US customers could immediately procure that item, often a book, considerably ahead of time. (And too, they might of learned what was in the UK edition that wasn't in the US edition, besides the minor language differences). For now, or at least until they withdraw the notice, we get this lame-assed message:
We ship internationally
We're showing you items that ship to Pxxxxx ...[Canada only actually -insert by author]. To see items that ship to a different country, change your delivery address.
Additional language settings are available.
How lame is that? Am I supposed to keep changing my country designation, (and language setting) even if they can detect where I really am, in order to find out if an item is available elsewhere? Soon, they won't supply this message and then us Canadians (and other countries) will be deluded into thinking that what is on (a significant smaller subset, as mentioned above), is all that there is. In mid-2018 they pulled this shit in Australia, blocking orders from to Australia, where the same huge disparity in product availability exists, and I figured it was going to be the future Amazon world way. I was right. Maybe Bezos' divorce settlement, purported to be a world record by three orders of magnitude (but not yet public), is is going to be subsidized as compensation for this outrageous curtailment of informational freedom. If not, then who is pulling Bezos' chain, the richest man in the world at $150 Billion? In the least, I hope that Amazon won't continue to flog itself as a search engine, the height of censorial hubris, though I wouldn't put it past Bezos' crew.

And Newegg the smaller online retailer, bent over early in 2018, and supplied the template for this supine online market limitation retailing. They have had for a long time, but if the item wasn't there, but was on, one could still order it and have it delivered into Canada (paying extra shipping, border crossing ransom, duty and taxes of course). Then in 2018 they began applying rules to the order after the shopping decisions were made. If the item wasn't available in Canada and was ordered from, why, it would just immediately disappear from the order! Thanks a lot you censorial dupes, and it will be the last time I order anything from Newegg.

I am now disgusted with humanity more than ever. You would think if you were the richest man in the world you could call all the shots, but it ain't so. (Or, maybe there is a substantive alternate reason, but I don't see one as I write this).

With the counter top improvements I made to the place, it caused my rack server, which contained all my electronics (player, PC, amplifier) to be removed for the fist time in at least four years. the PC and Oppo are on the floor, and the amplifier above them on the counter top. And it was moved gently and all, but now the assholes have decided to use this as an excuse to cause the video to drop out sporadically. That is, Youtube, Netflix and any continual type of source. And now even as I write this blog. Needless to say I was mightily infuriated as there are just so many things going wrong of late, that until the insane perps leave this place and my life, they get the blame.

Besides, they have had an ongoing, if not all consuming, interest in disrupting visual flow. From placing Fuckwits on the bus to block my view, repeatedly, and on slow days in slow directions, it has been nothing but a fucking nightmare. So now, they have started a new piece of fuckery, and that is dropping the signal on my display screen. There is absolutely no conventional reason for this whatsoever, as I have disconnected and reconnected this equipment many times, and now, "for some reason", it is used as an excuse to disrupt video display.

I pulled the rack out today and reconnected everything so the rack can be cut down to fit underneath the new counter top. Before, it stood at a full 40" high along the tables against the wall, but is now too high for the counter top, so I pulled everything out so it can be taken to the welding shop. Sure, the components got moved, but nothing was mishandled or dropped, but now the assholes have used this as an excuse to fuck the shit out of my video display.

I went shopping at the big box hardware store for white caulking with the stocking/stalking assistant arriving on my ass with a case of caulking, and also doing her back and forths with more cases of caulking. Then on the opposite shelves and looking for the white filler wax on the opposite shelves, and getting dithered as to seeing what I was there for, why a, white shirted large dude comes belting around the corner just as I discover the location of the white filler wax. High excitement in Perpville; finding (another) white substance while he color matches it with his shirt. (And with it being cold out, why didn't he have a jacket on?).

After doing the checkout experience (always a big deal as the perps so love to stalk my ass when engaging in a financial transaction), and now in the parking lot, why, a dude at his vehicle two stalls from mine, is putting on (go figure) his painting whites at his driver's side. Another set up, as these Fuckwits in white just keep "erupting". As my vehicle was parked on his passenger side, why, this white suited Fuckwit walks around his vehicle so he can now be seen from my driving seat. Two mysterious events by this white dressed Fuckwit while getting in my vehicle with two white products in hand (caulking and filler wax) and green painter's masking tape, preceded by a white shirted Fuckwit in the aisle. Now closing in on 18 years of this insane and perverse choreography.

Snowed today, and it stayed. On with my care-taking duties while my landlords are away in Mexico for 8 weeks. That is, clearing the sidewalk, pathways, vehicles and on the inside, the mail and general checking about.

I always wondered why the anti-oil pipeline activists were so nutzo and utterly irrational, and now I know. The nutzos would include the Vancouver mayor (Gregor Robertson) and his ideological pal, British Columbia's Premier Hourigan. (Whom I call Hooligan). The Rockefellers and other large US interests are funding the so-called green activists want to keep Alberta oil in the ground, and presumably, to slow down economic development. So this utter shit-show over the past 10 years over pipelines, has been orchestrated by billionaire funded saboteurs with reaches to the highest levels in the land. Read Vivian Krause' work, (a list of news articles, and her blog site). And too, sticking it to that enviro-poseur, Suzuki, (and his profane response to a legitimate challenge) the darling of the limousine liberal left, not to mention of our supposed objective taxpayer funded Canadian Broadcasting Corporation. (And scooping an honorary doctorate from the University of Alberta after flouting their avowed standards of maintaining scientific integrity). Fair questions indeed, and can we have some answers from our elected officials that stand up to scrutiny?

So..., this for me invokes a severely critical look at all these environmentalists and what their real objectives are. And too, the long entrenched ones like Suzuki, and why is he feeding at the trough of billionaires? I would call Vivian Krause' work and the concomitant non-response of the elected officials and other supposed environmentalists a total game changer for me. Not quite to the level of being abused and harassed as a nonconsensual human experimentee all one's life, but certainly casting a whole new and critical perspective on the resource activists in this here region. I don't think I will ever take environmentalists at their word any more, nor the aligned preachings of the elected officials singing off the same song sheet.

Another and intensified round of exasperation with Windows and MS, and computer audio, as I have been for the past 10 years. I was cleaning up some music files, and clicked on one and it gave me the option of playing it, so I selected it as I hadn't remembered what it was. What a fucking mistake that was, even if it was MS supplied software called "Groove". More like "the abyss that missed". This fucking MS software has locked up the audio and my J River won't play, nor Youtube or anything off this PC. Well done Microsoft; you give me an audio player I didn't want, and didn't know that I had (by not telling me), and then screw me with a "handy" command to play a music file, and then crash my audio on the whole PC (for the session and for good) for which you assholes supply the operating system.

I had this system tweaked and tuned and working flawlessly for the past two years, playing everything through my Oppo and its DAC, and using J River to play stored audio files, all playing through the same stereo system. (No mean feat either, as that was worth a week of exasperation in itself). Now it is fucked up owing to one single use of an audio player from the outfit that makes the operating system. I have looked up what might the problem be, and will do some more troving, but I am so fed up with MS and their utter shit software that clobbers the one thing that was working great, in spite of them. Why did you do this? Did you ever think I would use another MS product for playing audio? NEVER, owing to past MS stunts, like attempting to lock me into YOUR proprietary audio formats, which I never, ever, found acceptable. (Same for you Apple). So stick with your proprietary formats and leave FLAC files alone. Furthermore, if you see that someone has invested some money in obtaining and using a far better audio player, don't secretly load Groove or whatever next audio clobbering product you dream up.

This Groove thing might be the first product that MS has put out there to play non-proprietary audio files, such as the FLAC codec, which I use. After an absurd 15 year long pissing match between MS and Apple over their proprietary audio file formats, at least the former had the sense to get with it, and realize that no one wants their music files to be locked in with their OS vendor. But, MS forgot to learn the basic lesson from Apple; make your software work seamlessly, never a concern for them formerly. And for MS; if I submit a bill for combing the Internet to find a solution, and fix it, at least two hours I reckon, will you pay it? One might wonder where the music industry is in all this, but hey, Apple rumbled them years ago with Itunes.

And for the audiophile community, the NAS thing doesn't cut it either. A NAS vendor that cuts support of FLAC files within months of me purchasing the hardware, and the NAS software that cannot update itself through the firewall, and the NAS box firing off and doing backups of things that I didn't want, or just plain firing off and I don't know what it is doing as it wasn't scheduled.

I cannot believe the audio systems manufacturers, save a few (noted below), can be so utterly boneheaded as to think potential customers want to mess with two computers to play music, the PC and the NAS on the network. And then to add a third computer, a mobile phone, to control their audio devices, typically "streamers" (but in fact are wildly inconsistent in their nomenclature as to just what that is), is the height of techno-absurdity. What were those audio gear designers thinking; "lets have more device dependencies (from other hardware and software vendors) because we are so lazy as to not want to make a real audio server, and better yet, have an ever mutable interface in the form of a mobile phone app to mess with the heads for our customers". Something like that.

There has to be someone yanking their collective chain such that nearly all the audio gear manufacturers "somehow" haven't got on board with audio servers. And to get that term  correctly understood, it would have on board (in-box if you prefer) storage for audio files and must have an interface with it to control the device. (And you can add mobile apps, wifi, network access and all that too if you must). Kind of like a CD player, ya know, just that the physical medium is a file storage device which could be put on removable trays, kinda like real servers for the past 30 years. Apart from the serious glam high end audio gear (over $3kUSD), only Nativ (great looking interface), Cocktail (removable drive trays are a great feature, as well as being the most versatile gear out there), and almost unbelievably, Sony and the HAP-ES box (and HAP S1Es) are the only ones that truly get it. Thinking that plugging in a NAS as the music source, or a mobile phone app as a credible interface is design indolence. And to then supply "streamers", basically a web connected computer that preferentially accesses audio sources ("radio" or streaming services) is just plain waving the middle finger at those who have music collections and want to listen to them. There is nothing like frustrating one's customers, especially for prolonged durations, to earn everlasting disdain and contempt. Just ask the the Windows crowd.

Two rants done (above); the first and more immediate fuckery precipitating the second. Now, onto getting the right audio equipment and getting off Windows. My New Year's resolution is now in focus and articulated.

Not a good week for keeping confidence in technology or human behavior, but hey, I had my belief system turned upside down when this relentless abuse-athon began 04-2002. This week's disillusions are merely an exposition of a(nother) facet of The Powers That Be, TPTB.

Monday, January 21, 2019

Thwarting Tool Use

I don't know what it is about tool use, but the just love to screw me around, especially if it is a new one. Forced fumbling and fuckups, pressing the wrong button, or the only button the wrong way, you name it, they just grind the piss out of me. All to infuriate me no end.

A variant of this is to have the tool fuck up, which is why I never buy cheap ones as they always exacerbate the imposed adversity. Or, more accurately, they are exploited for their weaknesses to make it more problematic, from bit or disc installation, tool use, safety etc. And the assholes are at it again, thwarting me from using my decent cordless 4.5" angle grinder, as the grinder disc "somehow" locks up after being installed with the arbor nut. I take the disc off, and the bare arbor turns just fine.

Like WTF; I have never, ever, experienced something so bizarre as this before, and I know angle grinders reasonably well. I even put the disc on and didn't wrench tighten the arbor nut, just finger tight, and still it won't run. This grinder doesn't even have five hours on it, and "somehow" it just won't run. Needless to say, with the relentless sabotage of everything, I was infuriated beyond words. Why is it the Psychopaths need to obstruct me doing something so fucking basic as using a grinder for 20 minutes? That they are obsessed with rotary tool use is a given, but why now, and why so blatant? And of course, if it runs without a disc on it (bare arbor), but doesn't when there is, just how am I going to get service support? It never fucking ends, this relentless and insane fuckery by way of unconventional sabotage at every turn.

And that spawned an hours long episode on researching a better grinder, and lo, if there wasn't one that recently released. And lo, if it wasn't $220, about 3x what I paid for the one I have. All to get a better handle, one that I can safely grasp, and a paddle switch instead of the unsafe slider switch. I passed on the upgrade as it just wasn't worth it for the little that I use the tool.

Yoga; an almost new crew yet again even if it the regular Monday night hot yoga class I attend. A near full room of yogis as I predicted, as they like to jump on me when I get back after my extended absences.

I finally got the angle grinder running; I got hit with a major mind fuck and didn't have the arbor nut in place, "forgetting it" as it was conveniently buried underneath something in the dedicated tool box. Well done assholes.

All to grind a 1" wide end of a pry bar, but the rigid disk sucked so bad and was heating up the work, so I looked online. That became a two hour episode of looking at youtube, but I did learn that zirconia abrasive flap wheels do a good job on metals. So more online research as to where to get these in town, and I set off. I was gangstalked up the asshole enroute, but got to where I wanted and it wasn't too bad. It took at least 20 minutes to sort through the various grits and sizes with the store assistant, as it "just seemed" that their selection was rather poor for the 4.5" size. Anyhow, I got 4.5" and a 5" sizes in two grits, and lo, they worked great and sharpened the tool up in 20 seconds, even if the 5" size was getting a little sketchy on the safety aspect. And minimal heating of the work, a total bonus and not having to dip it in water every 20 seconds.The rigid resin disc would of taken at least 10 minutes of grinding, and 5 minutes of heat abatement. Wonders never cease; I was finally allowed to up my game in using an angle grinder for coarse sharpening. And when being kept in a world of forced delays, ditherings, fuck-ups, re-work, putzings and other interference, discovering the utility and efficiency of zirconia grit flap disks for grinding metal is truly stunning.

Dental surgery today; "only" two hours instead of 3.5 hours last time when they did the prior sinus lift and bone graft. I suppose having an E. Indian male dental surgeon, as in brown skinned, was a big deal for the perps as I don't normally encounter anyone that close for so long, let alone another skin color. This dental visit was to get the anchors installed in my jaw for the eventual placement of implant teeth that will mounted once the anchors knit to the jawbone.

I had to then go out and get my Rx filled, and was duly covered by a surfeit of gangstalkers on my ass, including three LD staff in a swarm from two aisles and in two directions, pretending this ersatz confluence of independently working staff members "happened" to erupt all within 5 seconds (and in front of me) was a "coincidence" for crissakes.

Finally got my resume off that I had been working on for a week. All these "interuptions" keep happening, or else I get distracted. I have never had so many "distractions" in all my life since this reign of abuse came down 04-2002. Funny how so many things changed that day, and ever since, now closing in on 18 years of this insane abuse-athon.

One of my commercial cabinet firm colleagues came by over the past two days to help me install the 13.5' of counter top that was freely available from the job back in December. He and I hauled counter tops to his place too, as well as other material that was to be thrown out had we not rescued it. Nothing new in the construction business, but I will only take items that are given to me. My colleague not only had the experience, but also other tools, so it was worthwhile to pay him something as I am sure it would of been a 5x longer and an exercise in constant mind-fuckery, tool failure, wrong cuts and every other possible imaginable disaster of personal sabotage the perps could of dreamed up. As it was, one cut-out in the counter for a center wire port was too big, and that was "me" doing the measuring. In quotes, because I knew something was wrong when I measured it, and yet I couldn't (and strangely) get my head around it at the time. Not too big of a open gap in the counter top, but the assholes will NEVER let me do a good job when that is all I want to do. An exercise in vexation to the highest degree, and they make it worst when starting a new endeavor.

And all the three months on the construction job last year using battery powered drills and impact drivers, and still they won't let me operate the switch correctly at least half the time. It is the horizontal slider switch with four positions, the outer two being on (fully moved to the L or R for forward or reverse respectively), or a position inboard on each side for off. I cannot recount how many times in a day they fucked me out of having it reverse when I wanted forward, (or vice versa), or off when I wanted on (and vice versa) or else screwed me out of re-setting the switch when I knew what my next use was. And of course, it wasn't enough to screw me using my own drill, but when using others' too. And for the record, all of the power drills use the identical format of the switch positions, and the switch being in the same horizontal configuration. (The excuse of a differing ergonomic design between drill manufacturers doesn't wash as a reason for fumbling with the switch as often as it "happened"). So yes, using a portable drill extensively was new, but I had used them on and off for some years. So why the relentless fuckery and sabotage all day long for three months over using a drill? (Actually two tools, an impact driver and a drill, both from the same manufacturer and with the same switch mechanism). And yes, the assholes were at it again the past two days when helping out on this counter top installation at my residence.

That the place got turned upside down for 1.5 days surely served the perp's games, as well as the many trips in and out to do cutting work, and then hauling the heavy counter tops back and forth. Then using the three tables that were displaced was also of some interest to the perps, but I have long given up on the minutiae of what disruption they planned serves what purpose.

After my colleague departed about noon Sunday, the perps went berserk and sabotaged the shit out of me in my own place. Forced hand openings to have me drop things right and left, dumping food on the floor, sending me to the wrong location in my very small kitchen etc. All to infuriate the shit out of me, presumably to make up for the fact they weren't doing this while my colleague was here. 

There has been a decided increase in gangstalking and obstruction fuckery this past week, the first full week since returning from Victoria. Is that how they say "Happy New Year" in perp-speak?

Sunday, January 13, 2019

Christmas Time Catch Up

12-17-2018 [now 01-2019 so I can now get access on my desktop PC]

[In Victoria BC, at the First Feral Family house] I see I cannot get to my TIWorld blog (Blogspot) from here as Google has decided to put an intervening web page to prevent my access to my own blog. Hence no postings for four weeks until I get back to my residence and use the desktop PC there. Well done Google, or whoever is jerking your chain. The perps so like to interrupt regular events, and for the most part I posted a blog once a week. So perhaps this disruption is a stunt they are putting on for my readership, or at least, for regular readers.

A hair cut from a young woman trainee from Swift Current, Saskatchewan. She grew up there, and while this may seem a bit obscure, it was the location of my father's first geology job in Canada, emigrating from the UK after WWII and his subsequent training at Cambridge University and first coal geology jobs with the National Coal Board. I don't know exactly why he emigrated to Canada, and doubtless became part of the (still very active) oil and gas surveys in Swift Current. I believe my parents spent some two years there, (circa 1949-53) though I suspect he might of been a fish out water there as his training had been in coal geology. He later got his PhD in the geology at McGill in 1959, researching the Sukunka region of BC, which later became the Tumbler Ridge coal mine in the 1980's. 
It is just plain curious that these geographic "experiencers" of my family's past in this case, keep coming around. In this case it was this woman cutting my hair and all the proximity and touching that would entail. That she was cute didn't hurt either.
This "geographic experiencing" has also been noted when my ex, daughter, and mother made a vacation trip to Ottawa, Montreal, NYC and Washington DC about five years ago. My mother has no interest in any of those cities, and knows no one there, and to my knowledge, only lived in Montreal for my father's McGill studies. Said city was the main location of my "lost years", where it seems my recall was wiped, as I was beginning to form memories on my first arrival there in 1956. (Born in 1954). And for the record, McGill was the location of Dr. Ewen Cameron's criminal-level psychiatric atrocities that were CIA and Government of Canada sponsored, and were in full operation from 1952 to 1964. And he did research on children as well, including the Duplessis Orphans atrocities, yet to be recognized by the Government of Canada, even if their grovelling apologies over the equally appalling (and criminal) Indian Residential Schools gets news play every few months, now at least four years running. The Duplessis Orphans made a formal complaint to the UN, claiming that the Government of Canada is obstructing recognition and compensation. I don't know how that it going.

My daughter has no interest or connection in those above four cities, and my ex has an apparent friend, though I don't know who it is even if married to the ex for 20 years. A long way of saying that I have no idea as to why any of them made this trip. Ottawa and environs was also a site of military research of children in the 1950's, though I have no personal recollection of being there. I just find it interesting that family members have made this, and many other trips to my former geographic residence or travel locations, across Canada and the US. Though their 2018 trip to Iceland seemed more like a vacation visit, as none of them have been there before. Long past blogs (about 2008) have mentioned other First Feral Family trips that have effectively retraced my trips to Europe that I made in 1976; France, Italy, Spain, Germany. They are too much of a coincidence IMHO.

I drove from Penticton to Victoria, a Monday, and fairly uneventful, along with minimal road traffic. I even got to the Twassen ferry terminal in time to catch the 1500h sailing with minimal wait, and more importantly, minimal angst as to whether I would get on. A rare fortunate confluence of timing, as usually the perps like to hang me out to dry at the ferry terminals and keep me in angst mode as to whether I will get on the next sailing. In the past there has been irregular loading, (a "mistake"), where later traffic got on first, leaving me out to hang for another two hours after waiting an hour.

A return to the Gangstalking Capital of Canada, Victoria, BC, at least temporarily, and once on the PC at the First Feral Family house, and despite my best efforts, the consecrated password hassle all over again. I put my handwritten passwords, placed them in my briefcase, and lo, if these papers just didn't "disappear" somehow, and leave me bereft of my passwords. So when one logs on from a different PC in a different city, why, the Blogspot application (and many others) asks for a password. And of course Blogspot is set up so one rarely uses a password from my residence, which is why I needed the written list. But as is "disappeared", as in was teleported away, (nothing too unusual for me in this kept state, though not common nowadays), I had to get a new Google password.

This summer I had some papers disappear from my briefcase, and I know unequivocally that I put them in there, having just been handed them from the medical assistant in Bellevue, WA. I drove home without any use of my briefcase, and lo, they were gone when I got home. Well done assholes, and while I haven't had many blatant teleportation stunts these last few years, it was very common in the extreme Fuckover days of 2002-03.

A few weeks ago, I "discovered" my missing drill bits were in my residence. I was sure that my co-worker stole them, as only he had the specific knowledge that permitted them to be stolen in two lifts four weeks apart. Well as it "turns out", they were all there together at my residence with the rest of my drilling accessories. Either they got teleported there, or else I was given a massive mind fuck dose, twice. I don't forget that stuff, and I suspect it was a teleported theft at the time.

Here in the Gangstalking Capital of Canada at the second supermarket in two days, because my  doddering perp abetting mother "just" needed to go out grocery shopping. The gangstalkers were totally in on it, with these Fuckwits dodging between us, around us and even a threesome swarm came at me from behind. Insane.

I went to the federal government bureaucrat office to sort out some pension matters; what an exercise in futility. Then some downtown shopping, and lo, the Fuckwits move in. I went to LL to get a Christmas gift certificate for my undeserving daughter, and they had a freaking 6' ladder parked in the middle of the aisle next to the cash desk. (Ladders, for whatever reason, are an abiding gangstalking prop, and are often on vehicles at consderable greater frequency since all this shit came down. Talk about obvious stalking set ups.

Next door, they hounded my ass at MEC as well. I was allowed 30 seconds to look at some shirts when two Fuckwits arrived either side of  me within 20 seconds of each other. That there was hardly anyone else in the store made it all the more obvious.

A walk outside with my farm worker friend, and in keeping with last year's fuckery, yet again I was caught out with the wrong shoes -again. I brought down my hiking boots, and when making arrangements over the phone, I was led to believe that it was a city walk, but it was on the beach with the high tide and gathering storm. It just fucking pisses me off that I get caught out like this, and all the more so when I was prepared. And of course I was fucked out of taking my boots as preemptive measure. The perps get no end of Fuckover mileage out of thwarting one's measures to prevent the fuckery that they have habituated the victim with. And too, they like to fuck one's shoes, and walking rough ground with the wrong ones is just the excuse they need (usually). Though they didn't pull this latter stunt, but made sure I was plenty of worried about it all the while.

As it "happened" this gathering storm took out over 750,000 power utility customers on Vancouver Island and Vancouver in the afternoon and evening, and was one of the most destructive storms in the last 20 years. Some customers didn't get power back until the New Year, even if they did bring in repair crews from other provinces. Some 80% of Vancouver Island was without power that afternoon, evening and night, and "somehow" the area of the First Feral Family house wasn't affected, and not even a flickering of the lights. Well done assholes.

My perp abetting mother is starting up the "in the way" obstruction fuckery again- just started up today after being here after 5 days at the First Feral Family house. She is also taking showers ahead of me in the am; she never takes showers, always baths. All part of the "parallel activity" stalking as I see it.

Her place is a mess; all manner of food debris on the floor; the cleaners come tomorrow. I could not stand it, and cleaned some of the kitchen floor and the brown mat. I cleaned off the sticky red colored jam mess on the floor that I somehow missed and stepped into at about 1200h. By 1600h she had messed up the same area of floor, with jam, red of course. Not bad for a doddering 94 y.o., even if she has abetted  the perps since I was born (it seems). That takes skill to coordinate that, and no, there was no transit path of the jam to be stored in the cupboards involved as the jam remains on the dining room table. I bought a 1.5" drywall spatula to chisel the compressed food off the floor in aid of cleaning it.

I had to make a trip to the HD big box store to get a drywall spatula, and suffer the fucking gangstalking that had intensified for my first Victoria visitation since early 2018,. And the visit to HD was a set up in advance, so to get me royally infuriated beforehand. I must of spent at least 90 infuriated minutes attempting to print a two page Excel spread sheet, that somehow would not print all the columns when there was plenty of room to do so. A long standing piss off with this software, which for  its complexity, is very good. But printing is something else, with a dotted line running down the page as an imposed printing demarcation that cannot be moved. As to why they haven't fixed this sadistic "feature" in the 20 years I have used Excel I have no idea. And of course the perps know, and relentlessly fuck me around over this at length, also taking advantage of the fact that I am an infrequent Excel user nowadays. And within 20 seconds of finally getting the problem solved, why, my perp abetting mother "happens" to dodder up the stairs and puts on the chat act. Then, after being sufficiently wound up, I went to HD. Well done assholes.

The Filipino house cleaners came today. They come every two weeks, which isn't sufficient for my mother's ability to make a mess, and all the worse in the last few years. And she cannot see it now. With additional persons in the house, my perp-abetting mother was
doing her now-characteristic obstructing "get in the way" games. And the perps fuck my head to thwart preemptive measures to deal with this game.

Shopping, kind of the same again; extra obvious stalkers preceding me, getting out of their parked vehicle 10 seconds ahead of me and heading to the same store.. Fuckwits blocking egress in the CT store, presumably to re-route me when on a straight line path to the checkout.

The dishwasher suddenly quit working, and have we done this before, messing with water effluent, aka drain water? Too many times to count... This time my perp-abetting mother was helping me siphon water from the bottom of the dishwasher, both of us getting effluent water contact. This was preceded by me attempting to clean the drain in the bathroom downstairs, where the siphon tube "happened" to  be stored in the same cabinet where I had to disconnect the lever operated stopper.

During this, the ex arrived for a Christmas present drop off while I was in the  middle of dissecting the dishwasher issue. Some internet information, put up by the manufacturer, was very helpful, and it seemed to be a drain pump. After a further half hour of researching where to get the part, I determined that it could be had locally, and I made a trip to get it. All in all, the  amount of time expended in lying on the floor in fixing the dishwasher wasn't too lengthy, and nor did my mother attempt to obstruct progress. Yes, it did get fixed, and I have never fixed one before, or even looked under the hood as it were. The old drain pump seemed to be fine, but as the new one worked, that was the end of it.

What is it about this fucking town, or is it the FFF house, where they hack my recall so relentlessly? Three trips down the stairs and back to get my act together to get out the door; one for keys, one for a coat, and again for my shopping list? Fucking outrageous, all these obstructions when intending to do what I decided. There is something the Psychopaths just love about dithering the shit out of me to ensure there is more time expended between decision (setting intention) and acting on it. And too, mentioned many times, though it "happens" nearly every time, they dither the shit out of me when I am to set off in the vehicle to got to work or get something.

Hard to believe in this Christmas schtick with the hounds of hell on one's ass, as they have been for over 17 years. And all the more when staying in the house of the First Feral Family, my perp abetting mother being the only one here. All these games of hers, all of which developed in short order after the assholes first outed themselves going berserk/overt  in 04-2002. The above mentioned obstruction games and hand waving in front of  her face are two behaviors that seem to fit the perp's purposes. The former being one of those "intention prevention" stunts that have long plagued me, jumping by at least one order of magnitude since the aforementioned date of harassment onset.

And too, I "forgot" my perp abetting mother's new method of sneezing where she brings a totally unwarranted vocal component into it. She never, ever, did this before, and is now another of her "bullshit mixture" of sudden and inexplicable behavior changes. I have been reminded of this "habit" in the last five days or so. Funny how it suddenly came on now.

Today, my perp-abetting mother's vocal-augmented sneezes and coughs have been exquisitely timed to whenever I shift thoughts, from say, a planted notion that I reject, to get back to what I had been thinking about beforehand. Yet again, attention shifting (by me presumably), gets noise-stalked.

And when out n the public domain, the fucking gangstalking has increased too; specifically at the Asian food market nearby. It is a local chain of supermarkets, beginning with "Family" and is owned by Asians, who frequent it as well. And it has been mentioned in past blogs that Asians are one of the most persistent gangstalking races, and here again they made their point. Flowing and circling around me, and even one female Fuckwit, while I was 80% along an empty aisle, comes walking along and then stops 6' from me and stares at her list. And stares some more, pretending to be oblivious to looking like an utterly stupid  gangstalking shit. (Instead of DWA (Driving while Asian), it was SWA, (Stalking While Asian), and just as deranged and unpredictable). I was waiting for her to move as I wanted to get past her, but as she was in "just stand there" mode (pretending to be oblivious), I took off the other direction and went down the adjacent aisle, as this wretched Asian stalker was blocking me. More of the"intention prevention" fuckery it would seem, just an Asian woman doing the shit work instead of my perp abetting mother.

And as part of the flowing and obstructing aisles, the Asian gangstalkers put me off my intended beat to obtain the groceries on my list, item after item, in above mentioned supermarket. Another trick of the perps, in stores that I am not wholly familiar with, is to wipe me out from remembering where items are, and when I look at the aisle signs, they fuck me some more by either not "seeing" the sign, else removing it as they have been known to do in the past. (Though nowadays, it is mostly the former now that they have perfected their techniques these past 17 years of abuse). This too will re-direct me to further reaches of the store, an opportunity they can only exploit while visiting various supermarkets in the FFF in the Gangstalking Capital  of Canada, Victoria, BC. That is, four local supermarkets aren't wholly familiar to me, so I end up getting jerked around in finding items. (Trip total was five, plus two specialty grocers).

And to finish the stalking job off in style at the supermarket, the assholes choked down the available cashiers and flooded them with extra stalkers. This particular supermarket always has adequate cashiers on hand, and "somehow" they didn't for today's extra heavy gangstalking coverage.

And the Fuckwit who was right behind me at the checkout, and in the usual  fashion of moving in on me before I had departed, and who also came with his plastic bag he just had to flip out in front of me, just "happened" to tail me in his vehicle to the adjacent supermarket, get out of his vehicle, and again flip a same colored plastic bag in mid-parking lot, and then precede me into the second supermarket. (There were two items that I could not get at the first supermarket, so I went to the second one). Another fine coincidence. That this Fuckwit didn't again "show up" in the aisles surprised me somewhat, as they usually like to cover me outside, inside (front and back and each side of the store), at the checkout and outside again. At the second supermarket, the Psychopaths at least had the grace  to flood the self-checkout (which I used) after I began using it, instead of before. Though they weren't done yet; "somehow"  the self checkout malfunctioned and I needed the cashier's help, her intervention with a pass card, to complete the transaction at my side. (After she bumped into me). And just what is it about making a transaction that the perp's go so insane about? They have been beating on this for over 17 years of this abuse-athon, and haven't let up. Imagine how much effort they have devoted  to all this in the preceding 47 years  when they were in covert (to me) mode. And just imagine how much effort they have devoted hounding humans since millennia over the same deed, long before there was even a currency, EMF pollution,or display screens.

A royal gangstalk at the supermarket today (another unfamiliar one), with my perp-abetting mother, putting on her doddering and fumbling best. A five way clusterfuck  in the bread section, the second section with the packaged bread, (with two prior passes through the first fresh bread and pastries section) turned into an 8 way clusterfuck. Unbelievable, all these Fuckwit parties arriving in the regular aisle where the second-rate bread was kept, our last stop before the checkout. And my mother putting on her doddering and indecisive best.

But the Psychopaths weren't done yet; when the Fuckwits took their time to finally clear, they added one final stunt, that is, a confusion of intention stunt, when my perp abetting mother turned 180 degrees to head for the checkout, and one remaining Fuckwit remained in the way and made out that she didn't know which way we were headed. Just what is it about these ambulatory games where everyone pretends not to know where the other is going, and has a mutual confusion confluence as to what the other's intentions are? I don't even have a succinct name for this game, but it suddenly became very frequent since this abuse-athon started when the perps first went berserk/overt in 04-2002.

Out shopping again, and the gangstalking Fuckwits were up my ass at three stores, even if they were sparsely populated in the early morning. I had taken my ADD meds about an hour earlier, and I suspect they wanted to get me at this stage. This trip would be the first time in this city that I have taken these meds since 2002, so perhaps the Psychopaths found this too irresistible to leave me alone.

My mother pulled a fuckup event this afternoon; she said there was a play at a local church and she had arranged to meet a friend there. But as it "happened" it was only for an audition. Said friend came back to her place, and given her propensity to yack, it made for a four hour hole in the afternoon. Just what the perps get from me listening to two biddies bantering ad nauseum (about nothing interesting) is beyond me, but they have been pulling this shit every annual Christmas visit for six years. It must me something about keeping me in place while listening to human speech for extended duration devoid of information content.

I started a project (always a high Fuckover event) at the First Feral Family house, installing a FM aerial (the one I brought from my place); I was getting hit with at least five fuckups a minute, and was highly infuriated at every mental and counterproductive incursion. They even had me put a 1/8" drill hole in the wrong spot when I had a plan and measured it out which became the highlight of this infuriation barrage that never stopped for the whole time I was on this project.

The gangstalk show at HD became more than obvious when I was looking for a particular power tool; on an earlier visit I couldn't "find" it and so this time, a Fuckwit dressed in brown comes around for a second pass just when I decided I would purchase one. Upon seeing this Fuckwit coming at me again, I decided "fuck you" and departed without it. This is how these games go; incremental exercise in upping the ante as to a purchase (in this case). This would be an instance of the Pychopaths stalking me at the moment of decision and then interfering with executing it. Have I not long complained that they stalk my ass all the more when I make a decision, and also they like to thwart my intentions? In this case it was a two-fer.

Onto winter clothing for outside work; the design of parkas and ski jackets are getting way too short, especially for winter vineyard work where one is pruning and bending over all the time. I have sent a few back over the years for that very reason. My interest in all this was resurrected after my two year old TNF ski jacket had mysteriously began to break up, in that the fabric was splitting due to no perceivable wear or other cause. (Getting the right sized winter work coat has been a long running jerkaround; this would be the fifth such garment in six years, returns not included). So.... I see online one called a "parka" and it was on sale. I check it out on various sites, suspecting that it is in fact long enough, and then put it in my cart on a local outdoors coop called MEC. I check out more videos, and NONE of them show how long the parka is on them. (One infuriating stunt is to display the garment arms bent, so I cannot compare the arm length to total garment length). For crissakes; the most essential spec for me, and I get skunked. I give up, so I take a chance on it, order it, and lo, if the wretched outdoor coop has partially shut their system down and left me hanging as to whether it got ordered or not. Tomorrow, the cart will be empty, and who knows if it will be available at that sale price.

The next morning I check my email, and it seems the order did go through, but the assholes weren't done yet. As it "happened" two days later, I get an email indicating that they didn't have it in stock, like they indicated, and cancelled the item. I asked them to cancel the whole order, but they said the remaining item was already packed. Nice of them to ask. As it "happened", they delayed the order arrival at the store, and hung me out to force yet another trip in that neighborhood.

Then as it "happened" the same parka was available online from MEC the day after they indicated they didn't have any. Seemingly they didn't bother to update their inventory after getting it wrong. Two days later I drive home (01-11-2019) and see the same jacket and size is online, and so I order it. The next day they send me a message that they shipped it. Like WTF; how many times do they need to jerk me over on parkas (e.g. peculiar and premature wear), as well as ordering them? I expended at least ten hours over four days researching parkas and ski jackets for their qualities and fit.

On this three week junket to the First Feral Family house over Christmas, the assholes are 3 for 3 for screwing up my online orders. There was the above mentioned fuckery over the parka, and the remaining two.

My perp abetting mother has a totally boneheaded and unsafe method of using an oversized steamer insert when cooking. She agreed to getting an appropriate sized (and safe) steamer insert. The cookware order I made on her behalf went two rounds with two items, and its replacement, were both discontinued. And note, this was only determined after a two week wait when nothing happened, so I inquired, and it was only then I was informed that the item was discontinued. A replacement item of the same size was suggested by me, (as seen on a current web page of the manufacturer), and lo, it too was discontinued after another round of emails. So I cancelled the order, and in response they indicate they would reverse the charges. Like WTF; charging for an item that was discontinued and to boot they were withholding informing me about it.

The third online order over this visit to the FFF house was a replacement lamp socket kit for the overhead fan hood unit which I ordered through a Canadian parts site and was said to be shipped two weeks ago. I checked, and I now see it comes from NY state via UPS, and seemingly it got hung up for a customs inspection and the rest of that border crossing delay shit that routinely goes down. The next day, the postman, not UPS, delivered the parcel and asks for an additional $20 fee for crossing the border.

Another long standing need of the perps is to have me attend to the backyard compost pile, made of the lawn cuttings and raked leaves. Yet again, in my absence, nothing got done; it wasn't turned, and nor was any of last year's sifted compost utilized as I was assured it would be. This job had a number of delays over the three weeks I was there; weather, sticky wet soil, shoppings, the FM aerial intallation and other commitments. All in keeping with extending this particular job, as the Psychopaths so much prefer. And as usual when doing this job over at least six events, the yapping dog starts up, the next door grand kids play and yell, the hot rods and other loud mufflered vehicle travel to and fro, and most obviously, the overhead aircraft start circling. In this latter case, it is the single engine aircraft which somehow manage to "find" this location in suburbia and loiter for at least 20 minutes. And in addition, the passenger helicopters transit overhead, in an apparent re-direction of their usual route, as I have come to know from other work sites. They too seem to "find" me. No low flying AWACS aircraft this time, which would be exceptional as Canada does not own any, though that anomaly didn't stop them on one occasion. And too, the very high altitude STRATCOM (formerly SAC) aircraft noise is apparent as a continual component of the aircraft (noise) coverage. Bring on the noise, as the victim is slinging compost, a long running Psychopathic obsession that has been most obvious.

More red splatter clean up the past few days, same color as jam, but it was cranberry sauce, my mother making more up. She even got it 6' up the wall for crissakes.

Two years ago it was a outbreak of orange food splatter; she blew up a yam in the microwave, which I cleaned up and everywhere else she smeared it, and seemed not to see.  Then two days later she managed to splatter the same, now mashed and kept on a dish in the fridge, all over the kitchen counter, and again, seemed largely unaware of it. Just for the record, I cannot stand a mess, particularly in the kitchen, and what kind of family do I get stiffed with? Not only perp abetting quislings (consequently named as the FFF, per above), but the messiest assholes going, and worse yet, making out that they are oblivious to it. Even if they step into sticky jam on the floor, which IMHO, is the absolute worst situation, as it is tantamount to mess re-distribution.

An uneventful drive from Victoria to Penticton, excepting the loaded logging truck looming from the dense fog, coming into my lane from the adjacent pull out. That it had no visible lights as seen from the rear didn't help, but as this dark mass was moving, I figured it out in time. Spectacular timing that, but at least the L lane wasn't occupied, and the road was wet, not icy. And lo, if this event event bring on a parallel stunt on the other side of Penask Summit, when in the (less dense) fog, and a loaded logging truck was sitting in a pull out, beside an adjacent SUV, why, the SUV pulls out and again with the identical timing of getting in my way. Kind of like; lets first do a test with a loaded logging truck to pull in front of me, and then again (about 20 minutes later), with a parked passenger vehicle (beside a logging truck) as its surrogate. Well done assholes.

And speaking of fog, why is it the perps need to nail me in the eyeballs with a maser that persists for a very annoying ten seconds or so? This blackish ball just comes from the fog, and they pulled this shit in the identical circumstances and timing (about 20 seconds into the dense fog) last year.

And what is it about me looking after others' houses that so interests the perps? My brother was in Thailand while in Victoria, so I would look after his place twice a week. I arrive back in Penticton the very day my landlord departed for 8 weeks in Mexico, and I am looking after their place until early March. I looked after the latter's place, next door, for four weeks last year.

Enough for the while, and to assure my readers that I am still in play.