Thankfully, they cancelled my jury duty summons for next week. I never could figure out why they would send a mind-controlled nonconsensual human experimentation subject through such an exercise, casting a formalized proceeding of justice into disrepute (ahem). Well at least, they had me bothered about it for three weeks, and I suppose given how so many times that scenario plays out, it was the real aim. More of Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt (FUD) and they got me FUD-ded big time over that one. Very Funny. I haven't quite been convinced yet that the justice system isn't a slow-motion farce, but perhaps I am a little jaded after 17 years in the trenches of this abuse-athon.
Regular readers will know that I have proposed that it be FUDE, the "E" for "Error" as the perps just love to have me make mistakes. Another prosposed alphabetic is "A" for "Ambiguity", should Uncertainty not cover it all. Say, FUDEA or FUDAE. I digress.
Speaking of which, the perps have started up another round of nonsense over winding up this abuse-athon. Long time readers will know that every five or so years they put on one of these mind games that can run for four months or so, though usually half that. In other words, every smirk, every seeming "tell", every delay in others getting back to me, every pointless endeavor ("not needed, hostilities are going to cease soon), and all other obvious feints and games are tainted with the planted notion that it doesn't matter anyhow, because they are going to wrap this show up.
No they won't and they haven't done so for all the ten or so rounds they have put me through this faux-show of ceasing hostilities, or to them, nonconsensual human experimentation abuses. It ain't going to happen, and given the long running attention they pay to my perceptions, and their attempts to modify them, this is just one more round of orchestrated maze guidance. Check out the label to the left, "harrassment cessation deception" if you really want a vertical study of this particular perp theme that has consistently amounted to a Big Nothing. This too shall pass, but I always hope for such typical long running shows it will be tomorrow, the only definition of "soon" that I subscribe to.
The assholes are still putzing around with the color of my capsules, with the same medication, delivery method and dosage in them for crissakes. That would be a dopamine agonist, and as regular readers will know, this hormone has been a particular study theme of the perps. And too, if the music business is as contained and scripted as been reported (Brice Taylor, "Thanks for the Memories" as one example), and so very many songs go on about love, and all its associated emotional valence. Well guess what?; love is a big dopamine rush as determined by brain scan studies! We, the human race, are all in this together, just in differing degrees and awareness.
That was at least an hour exercise to get the above pic edited and saved due to an error in MS Paint. It wouldn't let me save the cropped image to a new file, saying there was an "error". And of course, that was the last of any kind of technical guidance from MS; no links to Help or anything like that. Nor would it save to a PDF file, nor any drawing files of Open Office, and finally I used "Screenshot" expecting the full screen with all the Paint command area, and lo, it didn't, just the working image for crissakes.
No one, other than MS, can do better at taking one for a techno-semantic screw-around. I started on mainframes and industrial strength software a long time ago; IBM, DEC and VMS, Unix System V, (and much of their software that came with the machine and the OS, and also Oracle, and they ALL had a very disciplined and clear visual and semantic convention and naming standards. (This is pre-GUI, but the p[rinciple remains the same). Here we are closing on three fucking decades of MS Windows and they cannot get it straight as to what a "screenshot" is. I gave up long ago when the MS shit show rolled into town and everyone piled on top, disregarded the extant conventions and semantic standards, and everyone ate it up, from DOS to Windows 10. Out of the box they got it stupid; putting a "\" in where everyone else, particularly Unix, was using a "/". Maybe the perps had a hand in it too, not only fomenting the stupid shit, creating the market, but also screwing my head as to making the visual translations due to MS's intransigence over using conventions. And I am quite sure there are backdoors into popular operating systems as a condition that it become ubiquitous in the OS marketplace.
Finally I got to start vineyard work today. After giving me a start date two weeks later than last year, and then putting me off for another week, and then another day due to yesterday's Family Day holiday. And of course the afternoon was messed up with a dental appointment and a following automotive repair appointment. Time without fail, the perps will fuck up any kind of start to a new work site, or work start up by hammering me with appointments and like forced departures. I feared the above mentioned jury duty was going to be another one of these "start up" sabotage/temporary departures, but no, as they cancelled it. I suspected the whole deal wasn't going ahead anyhow.
And so I got started on vineyard pruning this morning; the boss man was super casual, "a little harder than last year". To be fair, I pruned this vineyard last year all by myself, save for five rows by another woman who had pruned them before I arrived. And lo, if she isn't coming back to help, even if she isn't an employee. Whatever. The boss man says to "go easy on the hours" for crissakes.
And I found out from the boss man that he has been working at the other site for at least two weeks and hired last year's winter helper ahead of me. Given that said boss man was laying on some BS about being laid off first last year as the other woman had worked there longer, it just seemed like more games. I checked out my employment record (ROE) from last year, and I just made the minimum of 14 weeks for unemployment benefits.
Speaking of which, I sent a strident, but not rude, name calling or otherwise nasty email to the accountant that is holding up my Record of Employment, and thereby, my unemployment benefits, and still haven't heard back. That was yesterday. I sent a copy to his boss (the CEO), whom I met twice on the construction job, and he said he would look into it, and said I could call him any time. Nice of him. I replied last night and said I would be glad for his help to expedite this matter, but no answer today either. Like WTF; I just don't get it as to why the transference of my employment details to an official form on a web site is getting held up for over two months. And there is only one outfit in my existence that would be the root cause of this insane fuckery. As they say in organizational behavior; if someone is acting like a jerk (unreasonable twit... or fill in the blank....) they either are one, or whoever is jerking their chain, is. This accountant seemed like a reasonable person when I twice spoke with him on the phone.....
Here we go again; reasonable people inexplicably acting in an unreasonable manner. And all this Global Weirdness took a sudden leap by at least an order of magnitude since 02-2002 when this insane shit storm of relentless abuse rained down on me and has never let up since. Another fine coincidence.
And of course, the perp assholes exploit this administrative obstruction by planting the notion that the whole deal doesn't matter as they are going to wrap up their hostilities. Yeah right; been there, had it done to me, and it never materializes as advertised, no matter if the medium is telepathic.
All was well and good with the dental cleaning; my teeth and gums are looking good, and it wasn't the wall of worry (yet another ailment) I was expecting.
Onto the Ford dealership to have a new flasher relay (turn signal relay) installed, as the present one is losing its audibility. Yes, I checked my hearing and it is just fine. As to what this means for perp games I don't know, save a different EMF signature when I make turns, as I use my turn signal faithfully, unlike so many drivers in this town. (Another post 04-2002 eruption of peculiar public behavior, driving behavior being a prominent subset of the human behavioral shift that took place in my presence, aka, a sudden onset of Global Weirdness.
And of course the perps have no end of interest in me everytime I make a turn, be it in a vehicle or ambulatory. The ansiotropic properties of the ether, earth's photonic field or whatever it is. Anisotropy being the quality of having different physical properties in different directions; e.g. wood, in that it can be readily split in the vertical direction (y), but not from any side (y or z).
The Ford dealership wait in the waiting area was its usual buzz; it just seems that everyone wants coffee at 1430h in the afternoon, and of course that is where the coffee machine is. The high tattoo marking of the staff was again evident, women included. Would this be a hiring prerequisite? And I see they moved the 200 gallon salt water aquarium some 15' to the other side of the waiting area; it seems they didn't need to move it at all (fishy?), but again, I don't know the rationale for these things.
My friendly blonde and cute service attendant wasn't there at the Ford dealership today, though I kept looking for her. And of course the perps exploited this up by having plenty of passing feminine footwear noise going on to cause me to look. Another one of their themes; dashed expectations. Later I found out from the tattooed woman service representative that the blonde lady was off that day, following the stat holiday.
And I see that my agitation to get my Record of Employment (ROE) papers was finally rewarded. The CFO came through the next day and set the official set to the agency that deals with these matters. Perhaps my good standing with the CEO whom I met a few times on the autumn construction project also had a bearing on expediting this. And now I must wait for my "claim" to be adjudicated. keep me in suspense or what.
02-24-2019
Sunday, and I got on with cleaning and vacuuming, the latter being an activity that the perps don't like me to do given the strange increase in the "lapses" that have "happened" over this particular task, again, since 04-2002.
A whole two further days of pruning in the vineyard this work week; it snowed a little one day. And as a bonus, the Pyrenees Mountain dog came out both days and we had a good play in the snow. My pal, the Snow Bear can roar past me even within two rows (the aisle in viticulture terminology), and can duck under the lowest trellis wire with the greatest of ease. The dog knows he has me beat in any kind of running game. Hence avoiding close-in wrestling games at first, and then by the second day we got into some fun wrestling. Small vignettes of fun, and about the only ones I get other than viewing Monty Python's Flying Circus on Netflix. The latter being the epitomy of visual GUI design gone wrong, going one worse than an Android touch phone on a PC no less. And raising the notion of dumping Netflix's ass once my MPFC binge is done.
In fact, Netflix went one worse recently by inserting a partial screen of an active trailer that one cannot turn off, advertising one of their own films or series of course. Like WTF; only by hitting Browse to access one's own saved shows does one get out of this imposed viewing.
Anyhow, the visual design interface, or any interaction interface for that matter, seems to be of high perp interest as well, and I won't get into all the times they have screwed me over in using a new tool, software or other device. Sometimes they let me master something unfettered by imposed dithering, and then later sandbag me with confusion and fuckery, often exploiting the event of an absence from its use. Other times, the perps put up a total wall of fuckery at the outset and have all kinds of commands or buttons not work as designed, and put me into a total bind, usually ending by me screaming at the assholes and shutting the thing down. The above mentioned use of Paint is an example, as I use it only a few times a year, and invariably get sandbagged with an interface re-design, or worse yet, a semantic design excursion.
Two nights ago the perps hit me with a double cramp in my legs; the identical location on each of my inner thighs, and of essentially equal pain. This particular location of the imposed cramp made it difficult to deal with in bed, as I can often flex my feet against the wall and relieve the cramp. This time I had to roll out of bed very fast before the cramp came on hard, and then walk it out. But as if often the case, it just "happens" that my toe snagged the sheet and I couldn't get out fast enough, and the cramp pain came in harder until I could stand up. Seconds count, and in these situations, the perps impose more time delaying adversity almost without fail. Even at that it was difficult to walk, and I was in screaming pain for at least 10 minutes. Well done assholes. So it would seem that they were testing another muscle group, or grouping, that had to do with walking. Go fuck someone else for once.
The advance tip off for the sleep interruptions of the cramps was that I went to bed early; 2200h on a Friday night is rather unusual for me. But as I was tired and felt depleted, I thought it best if I go to bed early. That in itself is a rarity, but the perps have been 100% consistent (a rarity too) in disrupting any attempt such as this to get to sleep earlier than usual. (We are only talking an hour or two here). Their usual early-to-bed sleep disruption is to keep me tossing and turning for hours, sometimes all night. (And curiously, not be any bit tired from it). But this time they decided to pull a two leg cramp stunt that was decidedly painful. I haven't had one since 10-2018, and one of the current dopamine agonists medications that I started just last week, mirapex, is often given to patients with restless legs problems. Well done perps; you give me a painful sleep disruptive condition I haven't had for four months that flies in the face of the medication that I am now taking (for other reasons).
And Friday's later-day feeling of depletion is nominally assigned to perp fuckery that transpired in the morning, by having me get up later than normal and then get "panicked" into getting my normal morning routine done quicker. And of course, as they always do, they use this as an excuse to screw me in some other way. This time it was "forgetting" to take my morning medications, one of which (pictured above) is of intense perp interest as it is a dopamine agonist. I felt reasonably OK for the whole day of boring pruning work, and I can only surmise they needed a medication-free day to do yet more testing on whatever is of interest to them at the moment.
A job interview this afternoon; more vineyard work, but hopefully it will be more interesting than at present, and more focused. We shall see, but I am cautiously optimistic. I had a case of feeling "stoned" (de-realized) while driving home after the interview, surely (yet again) the perps up to their games of suspending my temporal lobe activity by whatever remotely applied means they have. It seems they have been doing this for a long time, even before they went berserk/overt in 04-2002.
Here is one for the record, as this has been banging around in my head and so I thought I would get this into print. Back when I was five years old, my mother said that I was a "guinea pig", which of course I had to ask what that meant, and she told me it was an animal that was used for experiments. (And as I later earned about what experiments were, confusion entered into the picture as it seemed mice were really the experimental mammals of choice, and as far as I know, still are). I did not process that one in its entirety then, not even knowing much about what an experiment was. And so, after the 04-2002 apartment assault and follow-on street assaults with masers, electromagnetic hits, and after a few more years of reflection, this little nugget came into recall. And it makes perfect sense; the assholes were on to me then, but only in 04-2002 did they out themselves and make this abuse/nonconsensual experimentation imperative (aka, as a TI) overt. It was not only the Day of Infamy, but also that the perps went berserk/overt as I often name it.
Enough for a posting and on with another week of being a TI.
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