09-29-2019
And what new deranged email access blocking stupidity has Yahoo come up with? I am to verify that I am who I am; everything is OK, I got my password right, then had to verify my alternate email which I never use, the one that Google foisted on me. And lo, Yahoo claims I was sent a verification code and I never got it. (I tried many times). Like WTF; I am blocked from my Yahoo email because of some bone-headed stunt over a "verification code" that I never received because of an association with an email address that Yahoo wishes to make for this same email address that I never wanted in the first place. Even Kafka never concieved of something so bizarre.
Well done Yahoo; only MS and Google do stupider techo-tautologies than you, but you are joining their rank. How about you send me this all important verification code to my cell phone text instead, something that I do use? Or, how about testing this inanity first, or perhaps that is the point; how to piss off your customer base.
Sunday, and supposedly a day of rest, but I had a lot to do. My L thumb is bothering me with some pain, and certainly reduced function. This has come on in the last three weeks after some prior months of sensation, but nothing bothersome. And if that weren't enough, I have an all-body pain, as if someone were walking up and down my back in the night. My rib muscles are sore and I have at least 20% reduced flexibility. And instead of one imposed ailment following another, why, they are now beginning to lap them. That is, before one is done, the next is coming on. Go fuck yourselves.
Anyhow, by dint of huge fluke, I got into the walk-in clinic yesterday with no waiting. Normally a two hour wait on Saturdays, and one had best be there at the crack of 0900h, opening time, as there are already some 8 to 10 others at the door. But "for some reason", no one was in the waiting room. Good thing too, as I forgot to bring a book. Anyhow, the doctor treated my forehead lesion, in the area that had skin surgery in 02-2019, with cold nitrogen, so we shall see how that goes. I also asked him about my L hand pain, and he ordered an Xray for it. It was news to me that an Xray could see arthritis, but he said it can, and so I will.
That is, whenever I can get to the medical imaging department as I am working 10.5 hour days, and then travel another hour back from the job site. I am digging holes at the foundations for a house that needs its carport leveled. Another one of those situations where the builders just don't do a good job of foundation preparation, and once they have scooted, the Home Owners Warranty fund gets stiffed. In the case of this house, it was lifted under the Warranty, but the garage has dropped after the warranty ran out. We got a real weekend this time, because the forecast was for rain all weekend, and it would of turned our diggings into a mudbath.
Which meant that got onto all manner of errands and chores these two days past, as getting spare time when other businesses are open is going to be a rarity. Hair cut, leg wax, ditch the recycling at the depot, dump the unneeded stuff at Value Village and otherwise pour it on. At some point yesterday afternoon I got sacked with a motivational lapse, and then putzed around online. Today, I got my landlord's weeding done, and even waxed and cleaned the inside of my vehicle. I like to wax my vehicle twice a year, but with this dreary and wet September, when one ordinarily can get a tan, I was pondering that I may get shut out. That would be in accordance with the Psychopathic imperative that no good habit goes unsabotaged. And with a forecast for rain for half the day, I thought I was about to be shafted. But somehow, it held off all day, and I got the job done. And even had the motivation to clean the inside for all the dust and accumulated debris. Not only that, I got to clean the wheels for the first time. Normally they sack me with demotivation after the vehicle body is waxed, and have me clean the interior weeks later. But to my surprise I got all this done, the second time ever in seven years (14 wax applications) of car ownership during this 17 year long (and continuing) Fuckover.
And what has the world come to when the Grey Lady, The New York Times, keeps a blatantly racist reporter on the editorial board, only recently demoted to a subsidary. An Asian woman by the name of Sarah Jeong dumps on whites, and this is OK by the NYT editorial board. That she is Harvard educated lawyer adds that extra bit of high perversity to a rag that is sadly in need of a credibility fix. (The NYT has been long seen by TI's a protector of the Psychopaths, not interested in objectivity by any means.) Change the race, skin color and lo, we have something that would not of been permitted even 50 years ago. I suppose this might be the straw that broke the camel's back for some, but the NYT needs to get a grip on reality and exercise editorial leadership instead of pandering to the latest (or requested) hate mongering fashion. Disgraceful in the least; and possibly a stunt that will save a lot of trees when the presses stop.
A short post this week as I have been so tired from my long working days, which are likely to continue for two more months.
Sunday, September 29, 2019
Monday, September 23, 2019
Digging Holes
09-18-2019
A job interview this morning with a contractor who does building leveling. Seems that he wants laborers to dig holes at the foundations for hydraulic jacking. It was about the most informal and oddest job interview that I've known. I was raining and he hadn't arrived, but a young and slender Middle Eastern woman with reasonable English was there, standing outside the office. I introduced myself, and she made no move to invite me inside. Not that she struck me as a hole digging laborer either. The Boss Man arrived a few minutes later, and he introduces himself, and begins the interview, outside in the rain. A sketchy Middle Eastern male, possibly the spouse of the young woman, also arrives and stands behind the Boss Man. So here we are, four of us, standing out in the rain when there was an open office door 4' away. As to what the Middle Eastern types were doing hanging around and not explaining anything was just plain strange. In fact, I find it downright perturbing to have anyone hang around that doesn't seem to have a purpose, anywhere. (This was long before I knew I was a gangstalking target, and or course, is much worse now). Even harmony singers with larger bands I find annoying, even if it isn't a direct threat to me. So perhaps the perps are adding in these Shiftless Shits, (the SS), just to get me unsettled for whatever reason. Perhaps to one day determine the neural energetics of being gangstalked, so they can gangstalk more naive targets who will be kept in that state because they are neurally influenced to this deeper degree and their similar reaction (to mine) will be defeated. Just a passing speculative notion as to what they might be up to.
The Boss Man begins to tell me about the job, and that there is about 60% work on the road, staying two to a room, and working 12 hour days at times. And he details the rest of the particulars about the work, e.g. pay, etc. I ask him some questions about the nature of the business and work conditions etc. We speak for about 15 minutes, and it turns out he wants me to start tomorrow, which is doable. So I am going to give it a try, and see if I can do this gig, as it seems labor work is all I am going to get. Last year's bullshit interviews over viticulture assistant jobs made it loud and clear; no supervisory or collaborative work for me, no matter how much experience I have to offer. Ditto on doing tractor work; it continually doesn't happen no matter the obvious opportunities at the vineyards I have worked on. And in this highly orchestrated existence, there are no coincidences, just plain obstructions until I find someone that hires me.
But what a shit show this morning in getting ready; the Psychopaths scrambled the shit out of me, (to piss me off as a minimum), put on a profusion of extra road traffic, and even threw in two pointless errands, where each of the businesses was closed.
On the way home, more traffic overload, and even a helicopter turning overhead at my residence, kind of making it obvious that is all they were up for. I cannot count the number of aircraft that do turns overhead here. At least they didn't put on that particularly noisy single engine fixed wing aircraft that is so regular.
I went swimming last night, a serious hour long work coached out. It turns out that the coach is one of the top triathletes in W Canada. He seemed a decent guy and offered some swimming improvements. Three other swimmers were there, not quite the crowd I was accustomed to in the bigger city, usually 20 to 25 per practice.
09-19-2019
A three nines and two ones date; a big deal for the numerology types, though it means squat to me, as I don't really follow that stuff.
But a day where I am beat; I began the house lifting/leveling outfit today, and dug holes next to the foundation for at least 8 of the 9.5 hours at work. What a fuck of a job, never mind how physically taxing it is. My co-workers are a young Mexican couple, though he seems like a Middle-East type from Europe. They speak good English, and are respectful, cooperative and polite.
The latter three qualities were lacking from my Russian co-worker last year on the four month long mill-work (cabinets and counters) installation job. That little shit was constantly on my ass, waiting to grab the tool (even if mine) I was using from my hands as one example of him irking me. He operated under a beat from a different drummer, despite my long running entreaties and attempts to connect with him. Even if he was about 27 yo., he seemed to be looking for subservience from this (then) 64 yo. Finally, when he was having a pissy fit for no seeming genuine reason, I had to go back to the basics and tell him that I didn't work for him, and if there are any calls on variation to specifications (the apparent issue), the foreman makes the call, not him. That pissed him off further. I cannot think of a more thankless co-worker for all the job training I gave him. Sure he was smart, but was by no means infallible, and disinclined to cooperate if there was an out. Some of my drill bits and tools went missing at the end of project; they were locked up every night, and it seemed that whoever took them had specific knowledge as well as access. It may of well been him too.
Anyhow, I don't expect any such antics from my new co-workers in the least, and the Boss Man seems pretty mellow, but is decidedly knowledgeable and connected with the house (and structures) lifting business. And has a decent sense of humor no less. All for the good if I can take the physical work.
And on account of the above mentioned mill-work outfit (more stories there, but I will refrain, though likely covered in past postings), who are now doing another project in town, and who strangely (IMHO) re-hired the aforesaid Russian shit in place of me, I am now digging holes at foundations so the mounts under the footings can be placed and the hydraulic ram can launch steel tubular columns to stop settling and re-level the structure.
As it "happens" the Psychopaths have a long running interest in me being exposed to soils and trenches, and too, go silly with noise-stalking and gangstalking each time I enter or exit a building, so it would seem this latest gig just plain suits their nonconsensual human experimentation purposes to a "T". Add in the tool switching needed to dig out the holes (5' today), another one of their Fuckery interests, and lo, one has another Perp-Perfect Fuckover job for the TI Victim (me). This is a small business, with a high demand for services, so it would seem this could be a longer term gig. But as long-term regular readers will know, the Psychopaths don't let me go for more than two years at a gig, so one has to wonder what their exit plan is.
09-22-2019
A day off today, Sunday. Two prior days of digging holes (same one), now down about 10', and a few inches more to go. We need to bucket the soil out of the hole as it is too high to lift. But we are under the footing at least, and his piling mounts need to fit underneath it. The boss is a slave master in that he wants 10 hour days, and doesn't pay for a 30 minute lunch. So that is 10.5 hour days, and the Mexican couple I work with don't seem to get it that I want to be gone at 1730h, but instead they seem to putz around and take another 20 minutes before all is closed up for the day. I am not a crack-at-8-hours-flee-the-job guy, and usually put in 15 minutes extra most days, but for longer work days I want to be gone ASAP.
And how does one get personal errands done when many business open and close after and before I finish work? I haven't mastered that one yet, and the Boss Man seems to want me to leave my vehicle in his locked compound and ride with the Mexicans from the shop to the job site. I will ask him if I can work shorter hours as I won't be able to get to yoga tomorrow at 1730h at this rate. I reckon I will end up with a job site direct to yoga situation tomorrow. (Or else he will nix leaving early, and thereby annoying me for the long term, as work on the road leaves even less opportunity to get local personal errands done). That is, dusty and dirty post-job and no chance to clean up before yoga. The perps like to arrange those kind of permutations and combinations, where they have me panicked due to unforseen delays (ahem), causing me to skip the normal sequence of going to my residence, and to my next commitment.
The all time Fuckover classic in this respect was when I flew from Spokane to San Antonio, first driving down from Nelson BC. The flight was likely on a Monday, and I flew back from San Antonio on a Friday. I expected to then drive back to Nelson, BC that day, and then proceed with my next commitment by driving to Victoria, BC on the Sunday. And lo, if all of the Spokane region wasn't fogged in, and the returning flight could not land, so it proceeded to Vancouver BC, as part of its intended flight route. Like WTF; if they cannot land they shouldn't proceed to another country IMHO. And "of course" I got snookered as I did not expect to need my passport which I had left in my vehicle at the Spokane Airport. And "of course" I got shit from the Canadian border control guy for not having my passport with me. A driver's license sufficed in those days, so it didn't become an major incident. I caught a short flight from Vancouver to Victoria, across the water from Vancouver, and then attended my business meetings there. All to screw me out of my expected routine of returning home before starting a new journey. Not a major deal, and it was in the pre-berserk/overt abuse days, but doubtless they were playing the same themes as they do now, just with greater and obvious intensity.
And too, the Fuckwits like to create fuckery events when crossing borders, so I assume that played a role in all of it too.
09-23-2019
Three days of digging holes next to foundations last week; today we set the pilings and began to backfill to 3' depth. I was two days on a hole that ended up some 11' deep, about 30" square to get under the footings and put in the piling bracket. The Boss Man did the hydraulic jacking, and he got the steel pilings 15' down from the bottom of the hole. I believe he is going to raise the carport about 3" total.
And plenty of rain this past week, most atypical September weather for this region. Most of the dug out material was under a sheet of poly plastic so it didn't all turn to mud, or more like, a sticky clay mass thankfully. But there was enough small pieces that did to make sure plenty of mud stuck to my boots and got on my clothes. On with the soil games the Perps so much like.
I was allowed to split work "early" and go to yoga. The Boss Man likes to go 10.5 hour days, even while at home, never mind those on the road. A bit much to be sure. Anyhow, regular Monday night yoga started at 1730h, the same as his normal work end time, but he allowed me to leave early. I needn't of bothered though; yoga was an overpopulated shit show; at least 20 yogis, and two shirtless males arranged around me, one with a fair amount of "tat-splat" (tattoos) as I call it. And another three elsewhere in the room. I cannot stand the sight of tattoos, and these shirtless dudes also seems to be a new yoga phenonmenon as well. For the flabby white gutted ones; just put your shirts on and quit looking so ridiculous. Or, for the muscle bound "tat-splatted" dudes, why on earth do you even come to yoga when it is quite plain you are so hopeless at it? Doing weights does not make one flexible I have come to learn by observing these muscle bound tourist dudes, and besides, I haven't seen one yet that lasted more than about 5 classes before they get pulled and move onto whatever.
And for the fugly tat-splatted shirtless dude that just had to get too close to me, just back the fuck off; I don't need to see you lurking in my peripherial vision, nor see your sprawling self or the ridiculous bi-level haircut with the bob-job. Talk about hitting multiple Unfavoreds; dude, shirtless, tattoos, bob-job, and way too close.
And where do they get this new flush of yoga stalkers all the time? Maybe about 6 regulars, and all the rest are either recent, or just arrived yoga tourists. At least last week, they put on a gorgeous young babe with this lovely mane that kept cascading down. Most curious, as most women tie their hair back for yoga, but this babe (it seemed) needed to hide her face with her hair dropping down in front. I don't think I have seen such a display of women's hair at yoga before. In typical yoga tourist stalking mode, she wasn't there this week, as the pretty ones seem to get one-time stalking duty.
Anyhow, enough for a post I figure, and to call the week past done.
A job interview this morning with a contractor who does building leveling. Seems that he wants laborers to dig holes at the foundations for hydraulic jacking. It was about the most informal and oddest job interview that I've known. I was raining and he hadn't arrived, but a young and slender Middle Eastern woman with reasonable English was there, standing outside the office. I introduced myself, and she made no move to invite me inside. Not that she struck me as a hole digging laborer either. The Boss Man arrived a few minutes later, and he introduces himself, and begins the interview, outside in the rain. A sketchy Middle Eastern male, possibly the spouse of the young woman, also arrives and stands behind the Boss Man. So here we are, four of us, standing out in the rain when there was an open office door 4' away. As to what the Middle Eastern types were doing hanging around and not explaining anything was just plain strange. In fact, I find it downright perturbing to have anyone hang around that doesn't seem to have a purpose, anywhere. (This was long before I knew I was a gangstalking target, and or course, is much worse now). Even harmony singers with larger bands I find annoying, even if it isn't a direct threat to me. So perhaps the perps are adding in these Shiftless Shits, (the SS), just to get me unsettled for whatever reason. Perhaps to one day determine the neural energetics of being gangstalked, so they can gangstalk more naive targets who will be kept in that state because they are neurally influenced to this deeper degree and their similar reaction (to mine) will be defeated. Just a passing speculative notion as to what they might be up to.
The Boss Man begins to tell me about the job, and that there is about 60% work on the road, staying two to a room, and working 12 hour days at times. And he details the rest of the particulars about the work, e.g. pay, etc. I ask him some questions about the nature of the business and work conditions etc. We speak for about 15 minutes, and it turns out he wants me to start tomorrow, which is doable. So I am going to give it a try, and see if I can do this gig, as it seems labor work is all I am going to get. Last year's bullshit interviews over viticulture assistant jobs made it loud and clear; no supervisory or collaborative work for me, no matter how much experience I have to offer. Ditto on doing tractor work; it continually doesn't happen no matter the obvious opportunities at the vineyards I have worked on. And in this highly orchestrated existence, there are no coincidences, just plain obstructions until I find someone that hires me.
But what a shit show this morning in getting ready; the Psychopaths scrambled the shit out of me, (to piss me off as a minimum), put on a profusion of extra road traffic, and even threw in two pointless errands, where each of the businesses was closed.
On the way home, more traffic overload, and even a helicopter turning overhead at my residence, kind of making it obvious that is all they were up for. I cannot count the number of aircraft that do turns overhead here. At least they didn't put on that particularly noisy single engine fixed wing aircraft that is so regular.
I went swimming last night, a serious hour long work coached out. It turns out that the coach is one of the top triathletes in W Canada. He seemed a decent guy and offered some swimming improvements. Three other swimmers were there, not quite the crowd I was accustomed to in the bigger city, usually 20 to 25 per practice.
09-19-2019
A three nines and two ones date; a big deal for the numerology types, though it means squat to me, as I don't really follow that stuff.
But a day where I am beat; I began the house lifting/leveling outfit today, and dug holes next to the foundation for at least 8 of the 9.5 hours at work. What a fuck of a job, never mind how physically taxing it is. My co-workers are a young Mexican couple, though he seems like a Middle-East type from Europe. They speak good English, and are respectful, cooperative and polite.
The latter three qualities were lacking from my Russian co-worker last year on the four month long mill-work (cabinets and counters) installation job. That little shit was constantly on my ass, waiting to grab the tool (even if mine) I was using from my hands as one example of him irking me. He operated under a beat from a different drummer, despite my long running entreaties and attempts to connect with him. Even if he was about 27 yo., he seemed to be looking for subservience from this (then) 64 yo. Finally, when he was having a pissy fit for no seeming genuine reason, I had to go back to the basics and tell him that I didn't work for him, and if there are any calls on variation to specifications (the apparent issue), the foreman makes the call, not him. That pissed him off further. I cannot think of a more thankless co-worker for all the job training I gave him. Sure he was smart, but was by no means infallible, and disinclined to cooperate if there was an out. Some of my drill bits and tools went missing at the end of project; they were locked up every night, and it seemed that whoever took them had specific knowledge as well as access. It may of well been him too.
Anyhow, I don't expect any such antics from my new co-workers in the least, and the Boss Man seems pretty mellow, but is decidedly knowledgeable and connected with the house (and structures) lifting business. And has a decent sense of humor no less. All for the good if I can take the physical work.
And on account of the above mentioned mill-work outfit (more stories there, but I will refrain, though likely covered in past postings), who are now doing another project in town, and who strangely (IMHO) re-hired the aforesaid Russian shit in place of me, I am now digging holes at foundations so the mounts under the footings can be placed and the hydraulic ram can launch steel tubular columns to stop settling and re-level the structure.
As it "happens" the Psychopaths have a long running interest in me being exposed to soils and trenches, and too, go silly with noise-stalking and gangstalking each time I enter or exit a building, so it would seem this latest gig just plain suits their nonconsensual human experimentation purposes to a "T". Add in the tool switching needed to dig out the holes (5' today), another one of their Fuckery interests, and lo, one has another Perp-Perfect Fuckover job for the TI Victim (me). This is a small business, with a high demand for services, so it would seem this could be a longer term gig. But as long-term regular readers will know, the Psychopaths don't let me go for more than two years at a gig, so one has to wonder what their exit plan is.
09-22-2019
A day off today, Sunday. Two prior days of digging holes (same one), now down about 10', and a few inches more to go. We need to bucket the soil out of the hole as it is too high to lift. But we are under the footing at least, and his piling mounts need to fit underneath it. The boss is a slave master in that he wants 10 hour days, and doesn't pay for a 30 minute lunch. So that is 10.5 hour days, and the Mexican couple I work with don't seem to get it that I want to be gone at 1730h, but instead they seem to putz around and take another 20 minutes before all is closed up for the day. I am not a crack-at-8-hours-flee-the-job guy, and usually put in 15 minutes extra most days, but for longer work days I want to be gone ASAP.
And how does one get personal errands done when many business open and close after and before I finish work? I haven't mastered that one yet, and the Boss Man seems to want me to leave my vehicle in his locked compound and ride with the Mexicans from the shop to the job site. I will ask him if I can work shorter hours as I won't be able to get to yoga tomorrow at 1730h at this rate. I reckon I will end up with a job site direct to yoga situation tomorrow. (Or else he will nix leaving early, and thereby annoying me for the long term, as work on the road leaves even less opportunity to get local personal errands done). That is, dusty and dirty post-job and no chance to clean up before yoga. The perps like to arrange those kind of permutations and combinations, where they have me panicked due to unforseen delays (ahem), causing me to skip the normal sequence of going to my residence, and to my next commitment.
The all time Fuckover classic in this respect was when I flew from Spokane to San Antonio, first driving down from Nelson BC. The flight was likely on a Monday, and I flew back from San Antonio on a Friday. I expected to then drive back to Nelson, BC that day, and then proceed with my next commitment by driving to Victoria, BC on the Sunday. And lo, if all of the Spokane region wasn't fogged in, and the returning flight could not land, so it proceeded to Vancouver BC, as part of its intended flight route. Like WTF; if they cannot land they shouldn't proceed to another country IMHO. And "of course" I got snookered as I did not expect to need my passport which I had left in my vehicle at the Spokane Airport. And "of course" I got shit from the Canadian border control guy for not having my passport with me. A driver's license sufficed in those days, so it didn't become an major incident. I caught a short flight from Vancouver to Victoria, across the water from Vancouver, and then attended my business meetings there. All to screw me out of my expected routine of returning home before starting a new journey. Not a major deal, and it was in the pre-berserk/overt abuse days, but doubtless they were playing the same themes as they do now, just with greater and obvious intensity.
And too, the Fuckwits like to create fuckery events when crossing borders, so I assume that played a role in all of it too.
09-23-2019
Three days of digging holes next to foundations last week; today we set the pilings and began to backfill to 3' depth. I was two days on a hole that ended up some 11' deep, about 30" square to get under the footings and put in the piling bracket. The Boss Man did the hydraulic jacking, and he got the steel pilings 15' down from the bottom of the hole. I believe he is going to raise the carport about 3" total.
And plenty of rain this past week, most atypical September weather for this region. Most of the dug out material was under a sheet of poly plastic so it didn't all turn to mud, or more like, a sticky clay mass thankfully. But there was enough small pieces that did to make sure plenty of mud stuck to my boots and got on my clothes. On with the soil games the Perps so much like.
I was allowed to split work "early" and go to yoga. The Boss Man likes to go 10.5 hour days, even while at home, never mind those on the road. A bit much to be sure. Anyhow, regular Monday night yoga started at 1730h, the same as his normal work end time, but he allowed me to leave early. I needn't of bothered though; yoga was an overpopulated shit show; at least 20 yogis, and two shirtless males arranged around me, one with a fair amount of "tat-splat" (tattoos) as I call it. And another three elsewhere in the room. I cannot stand the sight of tattoos, and these shirtless dudes also seems to be a new yoga phenonmenon as well. For the flabby white gutted ones; just put your shirts on and quit looking so ridiculous. Or, for the muscle bound "tat-splatted" dudes, why on earth do you even come to yoga when it is quite plain you are so hopeless at it? Doing weights does not make one flexible I have come to learn by observing these muscle bound tourist dudes, and besides, I haven't seen one yet that lasted more than about 5 classes before they get pulled and move onto whatever.
And for the fugly tat-splatted shirtless dude that just had to get too close to me, just back the fuck off; I don't need to see you lurking in my peripherial vision, nor see your sprawling self or the ridiculous bi-level haircut with the bob-job. Talk about hitting multiple Unfavoreds; dude, shirtless, tattoos, bob-job, and way too close.
And where do they get this new flush of yoga stalkers all the time? Maybe about 6 regulars, and all the rest are either recent, or just arrived yoga tourists. At least last week, they put on a gorgeous young babe with this lovely mane that kept cascading down. Most curious, as most women tie their hair back for yoga, but this babe (it seemed) needed to hide her face with her hair dropping down in front. I don't think I have seen such a display of women's hair at yoga before. In typical yoga tourist stalking mode, she wasn't there this week, as the pretty ones seem to get one-time stalking duty.
Anyhow, enough for a post I figure, and to call the week past done.
Sunday, September 15, 2019
Splitting Wood
09-09-2019
I am doing some on-off labor for a person who has a viticulture services business. He is keeping me somewhat busy on his personal property, an acreage, where he is putting in vines. Like any farm, hobby or bigger, there is no end of things to deal with, and today I was splitting firewood rounds for him. Not the old fashioned way with a maul, wedges and sledges thankfully, but with a rented hydraulic powered wood splitter. What a treat to use, and lo..., if the perps didn't exercise their fuckery whenever I use a new tool, machine or device, or software. A single hydraulic lever, forward and back, and only when I applied force on the lever. Sure enough they had me send it forward when I wanted it to go in the opposite direction, and vice versa, their usual tool operation fuckery, that even extends to operating a light switch or any other off-on binary switch. Though nothing major and no dangerous events. A reprieve of a kind.
The Psychopaths have long had an interest in me being around wood, and I suppose being a forester served their agenda in that respect too. And what is it about wood and all its properties that so interests the perps about, yet another plant material, even if it isn't alive. This is speculative of course, but it must be they they channel some kind of energy such that they grow tall and vertical, and presumably have some kind of signature retention of that energy. Otherwise, it would be easier for the trees to grow along the ground, which of course they don't.
Due to my extra wood splitting tasks, I was later than planned for yoga, and the "usual" crush of unusually prompt yogis erupted in this circumstance, displacing me from my regular location on the opposite side of the room from the entry door. At least 16 there, of which five dudes, three of whom who seem to "need" to remove their shirts. An absurd eruption of decorum in my view, one of them being a particularly languid and flabby specimen and seeming having never been to yoga before, anywhere, not just this class. So if you are a flabby and untanned middle aged male and haven't been to yoga before, or at least this studio, would you really go shirtless? I think not, unless you are instructed to do so.
(And if you think I am being overly analytical about attendance of the other yogis, there was a class about four years ago, when at class end, the male instructor thanked everyone for coming, and then added, "especially those who came on short notice". Like WTF; who gets notice to come to yoga, especially many, not just one person. Talk about a gimme as to orchestrated yoga class attendance.)
As "usual" about five or so yogis I had seen before, and the rest came from I don't know where in this long running TI Victim Tour called yoga class. One of the quasi-regulars is this young blonde woman, about 160lb I reckon, just getting a little extra weight on her but nothing disgusting. She is big for sure, and almost my height, and she had a bikini top on to reveal a bare midriff. And what was more attractive is that she has no tattoos, none. In past classes she "happened" (at least 4x, the only times that she has come to class), to set up beside me on my R side at the next mat. So today, while I was barrelling in later than when I wanted, but before class start, she "happened" to precede me and set her mat down and with the room near packed (at 1720h for a 1730h start), I set my mat up beside her near the entry door. This would be the first time (of about five times) where the sequence of our arrivals was reversed. And furthermore, I was forced to place my mat near the only entry door as this location becomes a big cluster fuck every class.
I don't know this woman at all, and she scoots out quickly when class is over, but during class she seemed so annoyed/pissed, though not at anyone or anything that I could detect. Doesn't one go to yoga class to enjoy it to some extent?
I wasn't kept tattoo-view free in yoga though, in keeping with this particular odious trait of the Pscyhopaths to show me this Unfavored feature; one of the shirtless dudes in my usual mat location had a major fugly tattoo run down his L arm that was facing me. Well done; bring in a new shirtless yogi dude with a tats down his L arm who somehow "finds" my usual mat location (90% of my visits), just so I can see them from the other side of the room, a location that I have studiously avoided placing my mat. Having the regular blonde babe beside me in the same orientation (on my R side) fits the long running Psychopathic stalking pattern of placing the babe, (blonde is even more Favored), close by and having the Unfavored (unsightly) Fuckwit tattoo-splattered dude further away (10' past the blonde in this case), as if she was some kind of distant-dependent elicitation of auric goodness/gorgeousness (Favorable image) that needed to be compared to the more distant Fugly Fuckwit (decidedly Unfavored on two accounts). Go figure; this particular stalking vignette has been so incredibly consistent, the stalking stunt of a close-by blonde and further away male Fuckwit.
It did not escape my attention that after I arrived, still 10 minutes before class start, there were a few more yogis coming in, about two or so, one being the above mentioned dude with the fugly tattoos. He asked me if he could sit in front of me, and I said sure, or the other end of the instructor's mate, and he took the latter option. And lo, if some of the other mat dwellers didn't then proceed to shuffle their mats and make room for him, which as mentioned above, is my usual mat location. How is it that nobody does me these favors, the few times I come late? I get it, in fact I got it long ago; I am the pariah, either recognizably so by some means, for possibly have been instructed about with all other attendees as orchestrated shills, possibly having a prior rehearsal as it seemed by way of one instructor's verbal slip a while back. Why does this shit go on and on in such predictable patterns?
09-11-2019
Another MS Windows upgrade, and another take-out (or crash if you prefer) of my audio functionality. I checked the Event Log, and yes, there was a security patch update today. That is, nothing at the operating system level, so what gives? I think we are getting close to 15 occurrences of this event this year, and the year isn't done yet. Sometimes the Psychopaths mimic this problem by causing a momentary (or longer) power outage which resets the external amplifier to zero and fakes me out for a time (minutes to days) until I discover that it isn't the PC itself. Funny how they like to create a regular problem (Windows updates killing the audio) and then arrange to have the same problem caused by another means (though only two of the power outage causes this year). Go figure.
I went swimming for exercise last night, the first time in 20 years, as I never found the right swim club when I moved to Seattle in 1999. It went well, though only for 30 minutes as there was no coach. Only two other swimmers, both friendly enough. The usual locker room coincidence, even if hardly anyone there, where someone "happens" to be using the locker next to mine. Tiresome to say the least.
And all day ear ringing, especially in my R ear which still seems to have water in it. I have never, ever, in 15 years of club swimming (3x/week) had water-in-the ear issues that went longer than the same day. And now, a whole fucking day of extra loud ear ringing, slightly impaired (or different) hearing, and the sensation of something in my ear. I tried at least 4x with Q-tips, alcohol, head shaking and the rest of it, all to no avail. Another never-before stunt that just "happens" to erupt after not having done a fitness swim in 20 years. Well done assholes. Nothing like exploiting a new event, or at least, one that hasn't been undertaken in a long time, in the minds of the Psychopaths.
09-11-2019
Another arranged coincidence to maximize my infuriation and inconvenience. I applied for a winery labor job last Friday, five days ago, and I had plenty of experience to at least get considered IMHO. That the job posting had just been extended by a month a few days earlier was a possible tip-off that they were still looking for someone. On the following Monday I had a day job, which would of been a likely day for a response to my job application. And lo, if I didn't "somehow" forget (read, forced "forget") to take my cell phone with me that day for work. As I was heading out the door, I sighted the phone, but put on my work vest as it has the pockets to put the phone in. And somehow in this intervening interval of 15 seconds or so, I "somehow" forgot to put the phone in the vest pocket. This is a new level of unbelievable of micro-managed neural intrusion. I have never, ever, had such an incidence of such goldfish memory. And yet the assholes pulled this in the most deliberate fashion. Their usual strategy to fuck with me like this is to create some issues, e.g., being late, and frazz the shit out of me and use this as the nominal reason for "forgetting" something that was so plainly obvious.
And in keeping with this forced "forget" stunt of not taking my cell phone to work, they nearly always have someone phone me while the phone sits unattended at my residence, who then gets voice mail, leaving a message, all to force protracted contact (if at all) with the person who left the message. That is, to cause rounds of phone tag, usually going on for days, (often over a weekend, like this instance) before an actual real-time phone conversation occurs. Sure enough, the prospective employer phones on Monday and leaves a message, name and phone number. I phone early the next day and no answer, so I leave a message. As it "happened" I was working only 500m from this same prospective employer, and I stopped by there after work, explained my phone tag problem to the polite tasting room person who phoned for the same person, but again, he wasn't answering his phone. Now two days after the person called, still no response.
Like WTF; what is the fucking point of jerking my ass around as to when I carry my phone on my person just so I miss a call on a day when it was totally expectable? I get 2-4 calls a week at best, and this would of been an expected call on this day, and it just so "happens" I get nailed with a severe and never-before case of goldfish memory neural intrusion just to fuck up this whole episode and protract real time contact. (Yet to be fulfilled). Which is what they have done repeatedly all my existence. That I am pissed is an understatement, and it being so obvious makes it worse.
And in case you think I am prone to phone-forgetting, I am not. Sure, maybe twice per work season/year, and this is the first instance this year (as I recall). So here I am, waiting for an important call on this very day, and I get nailed with a "forget" just so I miss the call. Thanks a bunch assholes.
Other related games of forced phone-tag (or delayed contact initiation) is for them to mess with my phone so it rings off just when I grasp it, not touching any of the highly inconveniently placed buttons or touch screen in the process. Another is to find that I had a call with no ringing, just a message some hours later. Also dropping the phone (forced fumbling) just as I am picking it up is another one of their stunts, which suddenly rings off. I have no concept why a multi-billion dollar budgeted human harassment and nonconsensual experimentation agency has a need to fuck with me over answering a phone, but they have been absolutely relentless and consistent about this ever since they intruded and went berserk/overt in 04-2002.
09-12-2019
Well, it seems that my above analysis of my extended water-in-the-ear was incorrect. The sensation of ringing and something in my R ear continued all day today, along with an elevation of body temperature. So.... the bastards gave me an ear infection, again playing fake-out, and having me think it was one condition, when it was another. I have never had an ear infection before, so forgive me in thinking it was a regular post-swimming outcome. I hope the infection subsides and I don't need to do a round of antibiotics, another perp interest that I have come to learn. Add that one to the list of Never-Befores, because in some 13 years of fitness swimming, 3x/week, I have never had an ear infection. I go once after an absence from swimming, and what "happens"? I get an ear infection from my first visit. Well done assholes.
Putting in vineyard trellis posts today; the holes were dug by a machine thankfully, as the ground is hard and full of rocks. It was my job to use the level and ensure that the posts were plumb and aligned and then I filled and packed the hole, keeping the post still plumb. All was good, and only one ornery post just wouldn't go plumb.
The above mentioned prospective job interest turned out to be a big nothing; the winery doesn't need any more staff. Well, it seemed they did four days ago, but the next business day after, they didn't. Expect me to believe that given the number of fake-outs, futility missions and related fuckery I have been through these past 17 years of this relentless abuse-athon? And I do find it interesting, this case being one, where "no prior experience needed" is stated in the posting, and I have plenty of experience and I don't even get an interview. Or even an expression of future interest, say, "how about you come by so we can talk about vineyard (not winery) work for 01-2020?" Nope; that shit never happens, and it doesn't matter how starved the winery and grape growing industry is of competent and loyal workers, they either don't think 4 months ahead, or else someone is jerking their chain IMHO. I suspect it is the latter, as they indicated in the ad that there may be future employment in the new year after the harvest is done, end of 10-2019. So much for that.
09-13-2019
Another round of job prospect fuckery made itself plain this morning. I get a text from somebody I didn't know from my former employer on the construction site last year. The job finished up back in 12-2019, but a second renovation phase of the extant building was begun this year. I asked around with former co-workers, if the company gets the job, and if they need a laborer, give me a call. Nada. And today, by way of inadvertent text message I learn that my pissy Russian co-worker got the job. Nice, huh? (For the record, I did reply to the inadvertent text to ensure they sent it to wrong person, and didn't get the name wrong). Not even an interview for crissakes.
Onto the doctor today to get my R ear looked at; a 30 minute wait in the office, not so bad as these walk-in clinics go and no major freak show specimens (Unfavoreds) in the waiting area. He flushed my ear with lots of warm water, but nothing came out. So.... yet more antibiotics, which just pisses me off no end. The Psychopaths have been exploiting their use as a reason to create other (embarrassing) problems, and I was sincerely hoping that I was done with this act, as the the last three years I have been least 3x/year. And lo, just when the side-effects clear up, why, another fucking round of antibiotics. Lets see; I have had antibiotics in me, on my skin, on my R big toe, in my eye, and now in my ear. Aren't we done this one yet?
The MS-Magicware was enacted earlier, and lo, if the audio wasn't working again, all day. But, in the evening, after returning from the grocery store, (and a busy gangstalking time it was, with one Fuckwit on multiple staring passes), I come home to put on some movie streaming, and lo, if MS didn't pull another install and killed the audio. Call it another one of those senseless and relentless perp dashed expectations stunts, one of the many forms of the managed and intensified adversity that suddenly erupted 04-2002 and hasn't let up.
I saw an interesting construction job advertised about three days ago. And just like last week, "somehow" I didn't pull it together and get a resume and response off until late this afternoon (Friday). Which is the identical timing and circumstance of responding the above mentioned winery harvest job. So what is the point of the assholes running interference so that they delay my job ad responses so they "hang" over the weekend? This is a specific example, but they pull this shit all the time, or else flat out block me altogether, or else pull the ad prematurely. I don't get it; why does some insane organization who I don't know, need to run interference, or otherwise delay, just about every plan or intention I ever make? And if it has suddenly intensified since 04-2002 when they first went berserk/overt, then it isn't ADD in the least.
09-15-2019
A landscape job with the owner of a vineyard, and my former employer, yesterday. Some light rain, enough for us to put things under cover and get rain jackets on and then it backed off. I cannot possibly estimate the number of these inconvenient-but-short weather changes that force these temporary changes in clothing (as in putting on rain gear), but I reckon that these have tripled since the onset of this abuse-athon in 04-2002.
It was a roundelay of tasks yesterday; landscaping, then loading the pickup truck with it and additional garbage, then lopping off overhanging branches over the driveway, debris removing with the leaf blower, cutting a weed stump with a chainsaw and then applying herbicide, re-organizing the pickup load and then taking the truck to the landfill and doing a tour of the differing dump piles; glass and cardboard recycle, metals, vegetation piles and finally the refuse. As regular readers will know, this was quite a whirlwind tour of all Psychpath/Perp favorite tasks and activities; and especially the landfilll. They just cannot get enough of me visiting landfills and traversing and dumping in the various piles. Don't ask why, as I don't know.
The vegetative material has long been a gangstalking prop from the get go though, starting in 04-2002 even. The sudden predominance of landscaping vehicles packing vegetative matter such as lawn clippings, shrub cutting etc. didn't go unnoticed then, and they are still at it. And having me work in farm and vineyards these past 11 years likely serves the same purpose, though I don't know what.
Rain all day today, which is very unusual, and that kept me from going hiking. I later went to Oliver to pick up 4lb of basil for pesto making, and the vehicular gangstalking scene seemed rather heavy for that time. Nothing dangerous or outrageous thankfully.
Enough for a posting I reckon and to call this one done.
I am doing some on-off labor for a person who has a viticulture services business. He is keeping me somewhat busy on his personal property, an acreage, where he is putting in vines. Like any farm, hobby or bigger, there is no end of things to deal with, and today I was splitting firewood rounds for him. Not the old fashioned way with a maul, wedges and sledges thankfully, but with a rented hydraulic powered wood splitter. What a treat to use, and lo..., if the perps didn't exercise their fuckery whenever I use a new tool, machine or device, or software. A single hydraulic lever, forward and back, and only when I applied force on the lever. Sure enough they had me send it forward when I wanted it to go in the opposite direction, and vice versa, their usual tool operation fuckery, that even extends to operating a light switch or any other off-on binary switch. Though nothing major and no dangerous events. A reprieve of a kind.
The Psychopaths have long had an interest in me being around wood, and I suppose being a forester served their agenda in that respect too. And what is it about wood and all its properties that so interests the perps about, yet another plant material, even if it isn't alive. This is speculative of course, but it must be they they channel some kind of energy such that they grow tall and vertical, and presumably have some kind of signature retention of that energy. Otherwise, it would be easier for the trees to grow along the ground, which of course they don't.
Due to my extra wood splitting tasks, I was later than planned for yoga, and the "usual" crush of unusually prompt yogis erupted in this circumstance, displacing me from my regular location on the opposite side of the room from the entry door. At least 16 there, of which five dudes, three of whom who seem to "need" to remove their shirts. An absurd eruption of decorum in my view, one of them being a particularly languid and flabby specimen and seeming having never been to yoga before, anywhere, not just this class. So if you are a flabby and untanned middle aged male and haven't been to yoga before, or at least this studio, would you really go shirtless? I think not, unless you are instructed to do so.
(And if you think I am being overly analytical about attendance of the other yogis, there was a class about four years ago, when at class end, the male instructor thanked everyone for coming, and then added, "especially those who came on short notice". Like WTF; who gets notice to come to yoga, especially many, not just one person. Talk about a gimme as to orchestrated yoga class attendance.)
As "usual" about five or so yogis I had seen before, and the rest came from I don't know where in this long running TI Victim Tour called yoga class. One of the quasi-regulars is this young blonde woman, about 160lb I reckon, just getting a little extra weight on her but nothing disgusting. She is big for sure, and almost my height, and she had a bikini top on to reveal a bare midriff. And what was more attractive is that she has no tattoos, none. In past classes she "happened" (at least 4x, the only times that she has come to class), to set up beside me on my R side at the next mat. So today, while I was barrelling in later than when I wanted, but before class start, she "happened" to precede me and set her mat down and with the room near packed (at 1720h for a 1730h start), I set my mat up beside her near the entry door. This would be the first time (of about five times) where the sequence of our arrivals was reversed. And furthermore, I was forced to place my mat near the only entry door as this location becomes a big cluster fuck every class.
I don't know this woman at all, and she scoots out quickly when class is over, but during class she seemed so annoyed/pissed, though not at anyone or anything that I could detect. Doesn't one go to yoga class to enjoy it to some extent?
I wasn't kept tattoo-view free in yoga though, in keeping with this particular odious trait of the Pscyhopaths to show me this Unfavored feature; one of the shirtless dudes in my usual mat location had a major fugly tattoo run down his L arm that was facing me. Well done; bring in a new shirtless yogi dude with a tats down his L arm who somehow "finds" my usual mat location (90% of my visits), just so I can see them from the other side of the room, a location that I have studiously avoided placing my mat. Having the regular blonde babe beside me in the same orientation (on my R side) fits the long running Psychopathic stalking pattern of placing the babe, (blonde is even more Favored), close by and having the Unfavored (unsightly) Fuckwit tattoo-splattered dude further away (10' past the blonde in this case), as if she was some kind of distant-dependent elicitation of auric goodness/gorgeousness (Favorable image) that needed to be compared to the more distant Fugly Fuckwit (decidedly Unfavored on two accounts). Go figure; this particular stalking vignette has been so incredibly consistent, the stalking stunt of a close-by blonde and further away male Fuckwit.
It did not escape my attention that after I arrived, still 10 minutes before class start, there were a few more yogis coming in, about two or so, one being the above mentioned dude with the fugly tattoos. He asked me if he could sit in front of me, and I said sure, or the other end of the instructor's mate, and he took the latter option. And lo, if some of the other mat dwellers didn't then proceed to shuffle their mats and make room for him, which as mentioned above, is my usual mat location. How is it that nobody does me these favors, the few times I come late? I get it, in fact I got it long ago; I am the pariah, either recognizably so by some means, for possibly have been instructed about with all other attendees as orchestrated shills, possibly having a prior rehearsal as it seemed by way of one instructor's verbal slip a while back. Why does this shit go on and on in such predictable patterns?
09-11-2019
Another MS Windows upgrade, and another take-out (or crash if you prefer) of my audio functionality. I checked the Event Log, and yes, there was a security patch update today. That is, nothing at the operating system level, so what gives? I think we are getting close to 15 occurrences of this event this year, and the year isn't done yet. Sometimes the Psychopaths mimic this problem by causing a momentary (or longer) power outage which resets the external amplifier to zero and fakes me out for a time (minutes to days) until I discover that it isn't the PC itself. Funny how they like to create a regular problem (Windows updates killing the audio) and then arrange to have the same problem caused by another means (though only two of the power outage causes this year). Go figure.
I went swimming for exercise last night, the first time in 20 years, as I never found the right swim club when I moved to Seattle in 1999. It went well, though only for 30 minutes as there was no coach. Only two other swimmers, both friendly enough. The usual locker room coincidence, even if hardly anyone there, where someone "happens" to be using the locker next to mine. Tiresome to say the least.
And all day ear ringing, especially in my R ear which still seems to have water in it. I have never, ever, in 15 years of club swimming (3x/week) had water-in-the ear issues that went longer than the same day. And now, a whole fucking day of extra loud ear ringing, slightly impaired (or different) hearing, and the sensation of something in my ear. I tried at least 4x with Q-tips, alcohol, head shaking and the rest of it, all to no avail. Another never-before stunt that just "happens" to erupt after not having done a fitness swim in 20 years. Well done assholes. Nothing like exploiting a new event, or at least, one that hasn't been undertaken in a long time, in the minds of the Psychopaths.
09-11-2019
Another arranged coincidence to maximize my infuriation and inconvenience. I applied for a winery labor job last Friday, five days ago, and I had plenty of experience to at least get considered IMHO. That the job posting had just been extended by a month a few days earlier was a possible tip-off that they were still looking for someone. On the following Monday I had a day job, which would of been a likely day for a response to my job application. And lo, if I didn't "somehow" forget (read, forced "forget") to take my cell phone with me that day for work. As I was heading out the door, I sighted the phone, but put on my work vest as it has the pockets to put the phone in. And somehow in this intervening interval of 15 seconds or so, I "somehow" forgot to put the phone in the vest pocket. This is a new level of unbelievable of micro-managed neural intrusion. I have never, ever, had such an incidence of such goldfish memory. And yet the assholes pulled this in the most deliberate fashion. Their usual strategy to fuck with me like this is to create some issues, e.g., being late, and frazz the shit out of me and use this as the nominal reason for "forgetting" something that was so plainly obvious.
And in keeping with this forced "forget" stunt of not taking my cell phone to work, they nearly always have someone phone me while the phone sits unattended at my residence, who then gets voice mail, leaving a message, all to force protracted contact (if at all) with the person who left the message. That is, to cause rounds of phone tag, usually going on for days, (often over a weekend, like this instance) before an actual real-time phone conversation occurs. Sure enough, the prospective employer phones on Monday and leaves a message, name and phone number. I phone early the next day and no answer, so I leave a message. As it "happened" I was working only 500m from this same prospective employer, and I stopped by there after work, explained my phone tag problem to the polite tasting room person who phoned for the same person, but again, he wasn't answering his phone. Now two days after the person called, still no response.
Like WTF; what is the fucking point of jerking my ass around as to when I carry my phone on my person just so I miss a call on a day when it was totally expectable? I get 2-4 calls a week at best, and this would of been an expected call on this day, and it just so "happens" I get nailed with a severe and never-before case of goldfish memory neural intrusion just to fuck up this whole episode and protract real time contact. (Yet to be fulfilled). Which is what they have done repeatedly all my existence. That I am pissed is an understatement, and it being so obvious makes it worse.
And in case you think I am prone to phone-forgetting, I am not. Sure, maybe twice per work season/year, and this is the first instance this year (as I recall). So here I am, waiting for an important call on this very day, and I get nailed with a "forget" just so I miss the call. Thanks a bunch assholes.
Other related games of forced phone-tag (or delayed contact initiation) is for them to mess with my phone so it rings off just when I grasp it, not touching any of the highly inconveniently placed buttons or touch screen in the process. Another is to find that I had a call with no ringing, just a message some hours later. Also dropping the phone (forced fumbling) just as I am picking it up is another one of their stunts, which suddenly rings off. I have no concept why a multi-billion dollar budgeted human harassment and nonconsensual experimentation agency has a need to fuck with me over answering a phone, but they have been absolutely relentless and consistent about this ever since they intruded and went berserk/overt in 04-2002.
09-12-2019
Well, it seems that my above analysis of my extended water-in-the-ear was incorrect. The sensation of ringing and something in my R ear continued all day today, along with an elevation of body temperature. So.... the bastards gave me an ear infection, again playing fake-out, and having me think it was one condition, when it was another. I have never had an ear infection before, so forgive me in thinking it was a regular post-swimming outcome. I hope the infection subsides and I don't need to do a round of antibiotics, another perp interest that I have come to learn. Add that one to the list of Never-Befores, because in some 13 years of fitness swimming, 3x/week, I have never had an ear infection. I go once after an absence from swimming, and what "happens"? I get an ear infection from my first visit. Well done assholes.
Putting in vineyard trellis posts today; the holes were dug by a machine thankfully, as the ground is hard and full of rocks. It was my job to use the level and ensure that the posts were plumb and aligned and then I filled and packed the hole, keeping the post still plumb. All was good, and only one ornery post just wouldn't go plumb.
The above mentioned prospective job interest turned out to be a big nothing; the winery doesn't need any more staff. Well, it seemed they did four days ago, but the next business day after, they didn't. Expect me to believe that given the number of fake-outs, futility missions and related fuckery I have been through these past 17 years of this relentless abuse-athon? And I do find it interesting, this case being one, where "no prior experience needed" is stated in the posting, and I have plenty of experience and I don't even get an interview. Or even an expression of future interest, say, "how about you come by so we can talk about vineyard (not winery) work for 01-2020?" Nope; that shit never happens, and it doesn't matter how starved the winery and grape growing industry is of competent and loyal workers, they either don't think 4 months ahead, or else someone is jerking their chain IMHO. I suspect it is the latter, as they indicated in the ad that there may be future employment in the new year after the harvest is done, end of 10-2019. So much for that.
09-13-2019
Another round of job prospect fuckery made itself plain this morning. I get a text from somebody I didn't know from my former employer on the construction site last year. The job finished up back in 12-2019, but a second renovation phase of the extant building was begun this year. I asked around with former co-workers, if the company gets the job, and if they need a laborer, give me a call. Nada. And today, by way of inadvertent text message I learn that my pissy Russian co-worker got the job. Nice, huh? (For the record, I did reply to the inadvertent text to ensure they sent it to wrong person, and didn't get the name wrong). Not even an interview for crissakes.
Onto the doctor today to get my R ear looked at; a 30 minute wait in the office, not so bad as these walk-in clinics go and no major freak show specimens (Unfavoreds) in the waiting area. He flushed my ear with lots of warm water, but nothing came out. So.... yet more antibiotics, which just pisses me off no end. The Psychopaths have been exploiting their use as a reason to create other (embarrassing) problems, and I was sincerely hoping that I was done with this act, as the the last three years I have been least 3x/year. And lo, just when the side-effects clear up, why, another fucking round of antibiotics. Lets see; I have had antibiotics in me, on my skin, on my R big toe, in my eye, and now in my ear. Aren't we done this one yet?
The MS-Magicware was enacted earlier, and lo, if the audio wasn't working again, all day. But, in the evening, after returning from the grocery store, (and a busy gangstalking time it was, with one Fuckwit on multiple staring passes), I come home to put on some movie streaming, and lo, if MS didn't pull another install and killed the audio. Call it another one of those senseless and relentless perp dashed expectations stunts, one of the many forms of the managed and intensified adversity that suddenly erupted 04-2002 and hasn't let up.
I saw an interesting construction job advertised about three days ago. And just like last week, "somehow" I didn't pull it together and get a resume and response off until late this afternoon (Friday). Which is the identical timing and circumstance of responding the above mentioned winery harvest job. So what is the point of the assholes running interference so that they delay my job ad responses so they "hang" over the weekend? This is a specific example, but they pull this shit all the time, or else flat out block me altogether, or else pull the ad prematurely. I don't get it; why does some insane organization who I don't know, need to run interference, or otherwise delay, just about every plan or intention I ever make? And if it has suddenly intensified since 04-2002 when they first went berserk/overt, then it isn't ADD in the least.
09-15-2019
A landscape job with the owner of a vineyard, and my former employer, yesterday. Some light rain, enough for us to put things under cover and get rain jackets on and then it backed off. I cannot possibly estimate the number of these inconvenient-but-short weather changes that force these temporary changes in clothing (as in putting on rain gear), but I reckon that these have tripled since the onset of this abuse-athon in 04-2002.
It was a roundelay of tasks yesterday; landscaping, then loading the pickup truck with it and additional garbage, then lopping off overhanging branches over the driveway, debris removing with the leaf blower, cutting a weed stump with a chainsaw and then applying herbicide, re-organizing the pickup load and then taking the truck to the landfill and doing a tour of the differing dump piles; glass and cardboard recycle, metals, vegetation piles and finally the refuse. As regular readers will know, this was quite a whirlwind tour of all Psychpath/Perp favorite tasks and activities; and especially the landfilll. They just cannot get enough of me visiting landfills and traversing and dumping in the various piles. Don't ask why, as I don't know.
The vegetative material has long been a gangstalking prop from the get go though, starting in 04-2002 even. The sudden predominance of landscaping vehicles packing vegetative matter such as lawn clippings, shrub cutting etc. didn't go unnoticed then, and they are still at it. And having me work in farm and vineyards these past 11 years likely serves the same purpose, though I don't know what.
Rain all day today, which is very unusual, and that kept me from going hiking. I later went to Oliver to pick up 4lb of basil for pesto making, and the vehicular gangstalking scene seemed rather heavy for that time. Nothing dangerous or outrageous thankfully.
Enough for a posting I reckon and to call this one done.
Monday, September 09, 2019
PC Audio Take Down
[09-09-2019 -day of the nines, whatever that might mean for the numerologists. I found this in my Draft section of Blogger/Blogspot, and it was composed on the dates shown, its publication was delayed due to continuing PC sabotage, both PC's in fact, one after the other in rotation]
07-20-2019
Are we at eight PC (Windows) audio take downs for 2019 now? I have lost count. I can play music from my Sony HAP music server (love it) through the same audio system, but "for some reason" the audio through the same system from this here PC won't play. And all the more inconvenient as I was going to play an online video tonight. When, oh fucking when, will MS ever get it that they just cannot upgrade and scoot? (Yes, I checked the Maintenance Log, and they did an upgrade today. Well done Nadella & Co.; even the Embalmer didn't pull this shit).
Well at least they are the nominal cause, but as the rate of things going wrong suddenly escalated by at least a factor of ten as of 04-2002 when the perps first went berserk/overt when they invaded my apartment, I suspect they are the real cause. No functional system goes unsabotaged in Psychopath mentality. I had planned to upgrade to a new PC with Linux next year, and free myself from these continued MS audio take-down upgrades that have plagued me, but I may have to accelerate that need. The boys at the PC repair place were all keen on doing an upgrade next year, "Intel 10 Gen, etc." so I really don't want to disappoint them as they thought my timing was perfect. And they liked my rack mounted PC too. This old guy gets some computer savvy cred from the boys even if he isn't a gamer. Imagine that.
07-23-2019
An over-populated shit show/gangstalk at yoga last night. Almost without exception, if I leave 5 minutes later than my usual time, (15 minutes before class start time), they cram the place with other yoga students. Which they did. I barely found a spot on the far wall, and lo, if I wasn't surrounded by four dudes. One of whom was in this intense extra noisy breathing mode, no matter how restful the pose was. At one point while doing a rather benign resting pose, he was breathing noisily and I gave him the stare, and lo, if he didn't catch it and then he made less breathing noise. Imagine that; the TI victim gets to make a point, that is taken. Truly a rare event.
Onto LD after yoga, and three Fuckwits were strung across the entrance in the usual Psychopathic/Perp fashion of they each pretending the other wasn't there and each oblivious to their combined effect. I think I need a Blogger label for this patent gangstalking move; perhaps the "orchestrated mutually oblivious ambulatory egress obstruction" stunt. A bit of a mouthful, so perhaps a TI reader can help me out to make it more concise.
They weren't done though; a three dude gangstalking convergence erupted when I was at the chocolate section, a long standing gangstalking "magnet-moment" these past 17 years of this abuse-athon. And the Psychopaths has this one planned as they forced more dwell time for me as I was looking for a particular kind of chocolate that is ordinarily there, which enabled the gangstalking dudes to arrive within about 10 seconds while I was looking (kept in place). Again, it was a case of each of them pretending that there wasn't some kind of peculiar "happen-chance" event, you know, me plus three other males just "happening" to have a chocolate fix within an hour of closing time when LD has minimal traffic. Which is why I do most of my regular shopping after 1900h. More orchestrated pretending, or perhaps, orchestrated individual obliviousness. Tiresome, seeing this act, and everyone acting purposely evasive/furtive.
07-24-2019
Yet another bird shit strike on my windshield, exactly where I look through on the drivers side. Them birds just seem to have an unerring knack of hitting that exact spot, 8/10 times for all the other avian shittings that "happen" on my vehicle. As I have long complained, the perps have an abiding interest in the kind of glass that I look through, and automotive safety glass is unusual in that it has a transparent plastic sheet in it to hold it together to stop shattering, aka, safety glass.
07-27-2019
I saw the waxololgist today, full legs. And it was at a new location as the training school where I normally go doesn't have spa students at the moment. This was a regular spa and the waxologist was a former student. I might as well as been a ghost; the staff keep their heads down and don't say anything. The waxologist was perfunctory and wasn't up for conversation, leaving me to do the most of it. A rare day that I lead the chat. A good job though, no errant hairs like the students leave.
Speaking of which, is there any customer service person out there that doesn't seem evasive, furtive, scared, tentative or otherwise oddly unengaged and distant? Not if you are TI, though there is one exception in town that I can think of who seems genuine and approachable. Or, the flip side (though more infrequent) is that they come on way too friendly, artificially so, you know, the pasted on smile and the extra head weaving. So how do all these customer service folks know about me in advance as a TI? Do they go through a prior rehearsal (perhaps with my clone/double), or is there something about me they can see and I cannot? Again, I ask my readership.
As an addendum to the above paragraph; I'm not expecting Smilesville, where everybody is Pollyann-ish and putting on the happy face. I rather deal with real folks, and even if they were unsmiling and normal, say like a Russian (why Russians don't smile, LOL), I would be fine with that as it would be more like me anyhow.
In fact at SOF supermarket where I regularly shop, there is this customer service man, about 60+ yo. with white hair and with a smile perpetually plastered on his face, and he scares the piss out of me and I simply cannot look at him. (My turn to be furtive). I avoid the regular check outs, which are often obstructed with long lines, so I don't need to look at this man. And of course, it just so "happens" at the staffed checkouts he does need to come over and do the check out of my wine purchases because the original checkout person doesn't have the credentials. (They might be old enough, but there is this mini-course that they need to take and pass to be able to check out wine purchasing customers in this province). And of course, and curiously too frequent IMHO, my self-check out often has a "problem"/glitch etc., not of my making, and he often comes over to reset the device. And too, he just seems to be working the later evenings when I shop there to avoid the gangstalking cluster fucks.
[Anyhow, I thought I would get this finished up, even if late, and lo, if the late-for-yoga full on stalking crush, per above, didn't erupt yet again tonight (09-09-2019) as I finish this posting up and publish.]
07-20-2019
Are we at eight PC (Windows) audio take downs for 2019 now? I have lost count. I can play music from my Sony HAP music server (love it) through the same audio system, but "for some reason" the audio through the same system from this here PC won't play. And all the more inconvenient as I was going to play an online video tonight. When, oh fucking when, will MS ever get it that they just cannot upgrade and scoot? (Yes, I checked the Maintenance Log, and they did an upgrade today. Well done Nadella & Co.; even the Embalmer didn't pull this shit).
Well at least they are the nominal cause, but as the rate of things going wrong suddenly escalated by at least a factor of ten as of 04-2002 when the perps first went berserk/overt when they invaded my apartment, I suspect they are the real cause. No functional system goes unsabotaged in Psychopath mentality. I had planned to upgrade to a new PC with Linux next year, and free myself from these continued MS audio take-down upgrades that have plagued me, but I may have to accelerate that need. The boys at the PC repair place were all keen on doing an upgrade next year, "Intel 10 Gen, etc." so I really don't want to disappoint them as they thought my timing was perfect. And they liked my rack mounted PC too. This old guy gets some computer savvy cred from the boys even if he isn't a gamer. Imagine that.
07-23-2019
An over-populated shit show/gangstalk at yoga last night. Almost without exception, if I leave 5 minutes later than my usual time, (15 minutes before class start time), they cram the place with other yoga students. Which they did. I barely found a spot on the far wall, and lo, if I wasn't surrounded by four dudes. One of whom was in this intense extra noisy breathing mode, no matter how restful the pose was. At one point while doing a rather benign resting pose, he was breathing noisily and I gave him the stare, and lo, if he didn't catch it and then he made less breathing noise. Imagine that; the TI victim gets to make a point, that is taken. Truly a rare event.
Onto LD after yoga, and three Fuckwits were strung across the entrance in the usual Psychopathic/Perp fashion of they each pretending the other wasn't there and each oblivious to their combined effect. I think I need a Blogger label for this patent gangstalking move; perhaps the "orchestrated mutually oblivious ambulatory egress obstruction" stunt. A bit of a mouthful, so perhaps a TI reader can help me out to make it more concise.
They weren't done though; a three dude gangstalking convergence erupted when I was at the chocolate section, a long standing gangstalking "magnet-moment" these past 17 years of this abuse-athon. And the Psychopaths has this one planned as they forced more dwell time for me as I was looking for a particular kind of chocolate that is ordinarily there, which enabled the gangstalking dudes to arrive within about 10 seconds while I was looking (kept in place). Again, it was a case of each of them pretending that there wasn't some kind of peculiar "happen-chance" event, you know, me plus three other males just "happening" to have a chocolate fix within an hour of closing time when LD has minimal traffic. Which is why I do most of my regular shopping after 1900h. More orchestrated pretending, or perhaps, orchestrated individual obliviousness. Tiresome, seeing this act, and everyone acting purposely evasive/furtive.
07-24-2019
Yet another bird shit strike on my windshield, exactly where I look through on the drivers side. Them birds just seem to have an unerring knack of hitting that exact spot, 8/10 times for all the other avian shittings that "happen" on my vehicle. As I have long complained, the perps have an abiding interest in the kind of glass that I look through, and automotive safety glass is unusual in that it has a transparent plastic sheet in it to hold it together to stop shattering, aka, safety glass.
07-27-2019
I saw the waxololgist today, full legs. And it was at a new location as the training school where I normally go doesn't have spa students at the moment. This was a regular spa and the waxologist was a former student. I might as well as been a ghost; the staff keep their heads down and don't say anything. The waxologist was perfunctory and wasn't up for conversation, leaving me to do the most of it. A rare day that I lead the chat. A good job though, no errant hairs like the students leave.
Speaking of which, is there any customer service person out there that doesn't seem evasive, furtive, scared, tentative or otherwise oddly unengaged and distant? Not if you are TI, though there is one exception in town that I can think of who seems genuine and approachable. Or, the flip side (though more infrequent) is that they come on way too friendly, artificially so, you know, the pasted on smile and the extra head weaving. So how do all these customer service folks know about me in advance as a TI? Do they go through a prior rehearsal (perhaps with my clone/double), or is there something about me they can see and I cannot? Again, I ask my readership.
As an addendum to the above paragraph; I'm not expecting Smilesville, where everybody is Pollyann-ish and putting on the happy face. I rather deal with real folks, and even if they were unsmiling and normal, say like a Russian (why Russians don't smile, LOL), I would be fine with that as it would be more like me anyhow.
In fact at SOF supermarket where I regularly shop, there is this customer service man, about 60+ yo. with white hair and with a smile perpetually plastered on his face, and he scares the piss out of me and I simply cannot look at him. (My turn to be furtive). I avoid the regular check outs, which are often obstructed with long lines, so I don't need to look at this man. And of course, it just so "happens" at the staffed checkouts he does need to come over and do the check out of my wine purchases because the original checkout person doesn't have the credentials. (They might be old enough, but there is this mini-course that they need to take and pass to be able to check out wine purchasing customers in this province). And of course, and curiously too frequent IMHO, my self-check out often has a "problem"/glitch etc., not of my making, and he often comes over to reset the device. And too, he just seems to be working the later evenings when I shop there to avoid the gangstalking cluster fucks.
[Anyhow, I thought I would get this finished up, even if late, and lo, if the late-for-yoga full on stalking crush, per above, didn't erupt yet again tonight (09-09-2019) as I finish this posting up and publish.]
Sunday, September 08, 2019
File Duplication Follies
09-04-2019
Another cursed adversity theme that has been laid on me, and kept there since 04-2004 when the perps went berserk/overt, is disruption of control of computer file duplicates. I have music files that are on a separate music server (Sony HAP Z1) and also on a portable digital music player owing to severe problems of listening to music on the Android phone platform. These are the main controlled duplicate libraries that I have, but sometimes, especially with this PC in the shop (like six weeks, concluding last month), the spare one is utilized which then can cause other file duplicates.
It should be real easy; the master copy is this desktop, and the other two are slaves. That is, just copies, and kept up to date by synchronization software. And lo, if I cannot get file synchronization working anywhere; the PoS MS Sync Toy "failed" to do the job, and created a mess of differing versions, especially with the Sync Toy jobs getting changed by some mysterious means. The alternative is the Sony HAP transfer software, and is the most abominable piece of public software I have ever encountered in 40 years of computer experience, and having worked directly in IT for 10 years. It will just "run the transfer again" if the transfer list file (record of transferred files) is cleared. Like WTF; as in re-transferring 12,000 files should the user want a clean list only for viewing subsequent updates based on a blithe developer's assumption. At least they put that gem in the mouse-over information bubble, otherwise I would of assumed it was the perps themselves.
Lets be clear, the Sony HAP is a fantastic piece of hardware for playing music, and easily bats 10x its own weight in audio performance. But it seems that Sony, in their ever erratic and idiosyncratic style, is letting hardware die on the vine, as it is five years on the market and no hardware upgrade (some firmware), and the networked access display page is sadly "out of support". (And rudimentary to begin with, along with some cryptic tabs the developers left in). Just for the record as a plea to Sony; will you please create a touch screen access via HDMI on the back panel, (no effing *whatever*/tablet/phablet/phone display for me thanks), and sensibly update that whole display page and the transfer/synchronization application, including removal of duplicates. And for the audiophile nerds, and perhaps the rest of the market place, add in substantially more streaming capability and make it much more accessible, including allowing users to add custom (self discovered) streaming sites into a stored menu that can be pulled up, viewed and selected from. And sure, for the audiophiles, add in that MQA, Roon, Tidal streaming stuff too.
Other battles on the file synchronizing front are with Firefox tabs. Firefox allows synchronization across devices, something that would of been real handy when swapping desktops to deal with the recent repair issues. As in, being able to keep my online life together as saved tabs remind me of what I am continuing to look at and serve as a major memory bank as to what is my present world of online interests. But of course that "somehow" failed, and I got snookered more than once in keeping all my open tabs saved. Well done assholes; and when is the next desktop take-down scheduled? Least when ready for it of course, and having a fully redundant desktop in parallel is a dream, but becoming more of a necessity due to ongoing PC sabotage.
So just what is it that so interests the perps about having disrupted file copies, often with the slave copy somehow getting updated inadvertently? I don't know, don't care, just leave me the fuck alone.
09-07-2019
A hike to my usual trail McIntyre Bluff. And the "usual" games in making sure I don't go early, which infuriates me no end. I like to start hikes early in the day, never after 1000h. In this state of high intrusion, I am lucky if I make it to the trail head by 1130h. Perhaps they like this so that my lunch is delayed until I get to the destination, usually about 1h15m later. It has long been noted that much of the perps' fuckery is staged before meal times, and often when they are delayed "somehow". And too, one can often count on noise-stalking stunts usually 20 minutes after lunch, e.g. aircraft, HD motorcycle noise etc.
It is always interesting when being gangstalked so heavy as to see who is in the line-up of trail hikers, aka, stalkers. This time it was inter-racial couples; of the six parties I encountered outbound, five were Asian woman with a Caucasian male. The fifth party was comprised of five women. I have never seen so many such couplings since 2001 (read below), and unlike Vancouver, BC, there aren't even many Asians in this part of the province. Nor have I seen any such concentration of such couples in town or anywhere else in this area, or on the trail. I can only assume this was arranged for the perps in their long standing interest in me being exposed to various other (non-Caucasian) races as well as their same interest in having couples around me. One of their favourite gangstalking stunts is to have the couple temporarily split apart and have me pass between them, often quite deliberately should I have an inclination to reverse course and avoid this scene.
Back in 2001 when I lived in Seattle, and obviously pre 04-2002 before this abuse-athon came down, I went to the Bumbershoot Festival on Labor Day weekend. It is a large public music, and other arts festival, though largely the first with at least six concurrent stages for music alone. I did not know then I was a targeted individual then, still kept in a "naive" state until 04-2002. But it was quite apparent that the "in couple" was the older (50's+ Caucasian male) with the younger Asian babe, usually under 30 yo. I just thought is was plain peculiar that there was this sudden "social flux" of inter-racial couples (of this particular configuration), as I had been to Bumbershoot before, and hadn't seen such predominant displays of inter-racial coupling, nor at any other public outing anywhere. I even remarked upon it to one of my co-workers, who might of asked a leading question, though I cannot recollect accurately just what it was. At the time I remarked, "it wasn't my thing" in reference to the older guy and the younger woman, as I was 46 yo. then myself. (The Asian part being immaterial to me). Anyhow, perhaps the perps are re-visiting their inter-racial "couple testing" objectives again, but as to why they need me to be part of it I have no idea. As always, just leave me the fuck alone, I have never bothered anyone, anywhere.
09-08-2019
Sunday, and a second day off in succession, as in a normal weekend. It was an occasion to make pesto, reducing some 10lb of basil, mixed with olive oil in the food processor, and then when pulped, frozen into ice cube trays. I get the basil in this quantity at the farm that is adjacent to the trail hike. Again, I don't know what the deal is with the perps, but given that they have had me on farm work for the past 11 years, there is something about plants and where they grow, they just love me to be involved in. As well, making food (or wine) from plant materials, or in the case of vineyard work, having me cut plant material. Another mystery tour (aka, nonconsensual human experimentation theme) the Psychopaths have laid on me for which I have suffered more than enough.
One would think if the Psychopaths, or their surrogates or masters, have been around since this planet was formed, they would have enough data on human-plant interactions in all imaginable capacities that they would not need to experiment on another human. Likewise with all the plant cutting, tending, harvesting and rendering in all personal, culinary and industrial capacities in all walks of life, all over the world for millennia, you would also think that the Psychopaths have all that they need from animal-plant interactions. Wrong; they want yet more data from harassed and highly abused targeted individuals who are kept in a densified magnetic field (1800Gauss) and kept under mind-controlled scrutiny/governance for 17 years (and counting) on top of 46 years of surreptitious surveillance, if not orchestrated governance. So what are they after then?
And what is with the escalation of masers these past few months, especially when at my residence? Sometimes I can barely see to read a book (another Fuckover scene/theme, the acquisition of knowledge) for all the blackish floating blobs that can even follow my eyes as I read. That is, three or more configured blobs will follow the very words that I am reading at my reading speed, and if I look elsewhere momentarily, the blobs will zoom up to where I am looking and re-form their configuration even if looking at the blue sky.
Another favorite maser inundation situation is the blackish blobs hanging around and following me when using toilet paper. This too has increased of late, and I will spare you the particulars. And to boot, the use of toilet paper has increased ever since I had prostate cancer radiotherapy in late 2017 with continuing side effects (that the doctor downplayed beforehand), which of course, fits the Psychopaths need over their maser fuckery with respect to toilet paper. Again, I have no idea, and it just may relate to their plant material obsession/experimentation (per above), softwood pulp in this case, (not even live plant material). Just more mysterious fuckery over fuck all as I see it. Just leave me alone.
Not to be; I see this here PC locked up last night, a round of fuckery that cost me some $150 and six weeks of downtime a month ago. A sudden arrival of wiggly lines and it locks up. The same problem as last time, a corrupted file system somehow. As in corrupted operating system.
Enough for a posting I reckon, and for the reader-sphere to ponder just what the perps are after.
Another cursed adversity theme that has been laid on me, and kept there since 04-2004 when the perps went berserk/overt, is disruption of control of computer file duplicates. I have music files that are on a separate music server (Sony HAP Z1) and also on a portable digital music player owing to severe problems of listening to music on the Android phone platform. These are the main controlled duplicate libraries that I have, but sometimes, especially with this PC in the shop (like six weeks, concluding last month), the spare one is utilized which then can cause other file duplicates.
It should be real easy; the master copy is this desktop, and the other two are slaves. That is, just copies, and kept up to date by synchronization software. And lo, if I cannot get file synchronization working anywhere; the PoS MS Sync Toy "failed" to do the job, and created a mess of differing versions, especially with the Sync Toy jobs getting changed by some mysterious means. The alternative is the Sony HAP transfer software, and is the most abominable piece of public software I have ever encountered in 40 years of computer experience, and having worked directly in IT for 10 years. It will just "run the transfer again" if the transfer list file (record of transferred files) is cleared. Like WTF; as in re-transferring 12,000 files should the user want a clean list only for viewing subsequent updates based on a blithe developer's assumption. At least they put that gem in the mouse-over information bubble, otherwise I would of assumed it was the perps themselves.
Lets be clear, the Sony HAP is a fantastic piece of hardware for playing music, and easily bats 10x its own weight in audio performance. But it seems that Sony, in their ever erratic and idiosyncratic style, is letting hardware die on the vine, as it is five years on the market and no hardware upgrade (some firmware), and the networked access display page is sadly "out of support". (And rudimentary to begin with, along with some cryptic tabs the developers left in). Just for the record as a plea to Sony; will you please create a touch screen access via HDMI on the back panel, (no effing *whatever*/tablet/phablet/phone display for me thanks), and sensibly update that whole display page and the transfer/synchronization application, including removal of duplicates. And for the audiophile nerds, and perhaps the rest of the market place, add in substantially more streaming capability and make it much more accessible, including allowing users to add custom (self discovered) streaming sites into a stored menu that can be pulled up, viewed and selected from. And sure, for the audiophiles, add in that MQA, Roon, Tidal streaming stuff too.
Other battles on the file synchronizing front are with Firefox tabs. Firefox allows synchronization across devices, something that would of been real handy when swapping desktops to deal with the recent repair issues. As in, being able to keep my online life together as saved tabs remind me of what I am continuing to look at and serve as a major memory bank as to what is my present world of online interests. But of course that "somehow" failed, and I got snookered more than once in keeping all my open tabs saved. Well done assholes; and when is the next desktop take-down scheduled? Least when ready for it of course, and having a fully redundant desktop in parallel is a dream, but becoming more of a necessity due to ongoing PC sabotage.
So just what is it that so interests the perps about having disrupted file copies, often with the slave copy somehow getting updated inadvertently? I don't know, don't care, just leave me the fuck alone.
09-07-2019
A hike to my usual trail McIntyre Bluff. And the "usual" games in making sure I don't go early, which infuriates me no end. I like to start hikes early in the day, never after 1000h. In this state of high intrusion, I am lucky if I make it to the trail head by 1130h. Perhaps they like this so that my lunch is delayed until I get to the destination, usually about 1h15m later. It has long been noted that much of the perps' fuckery is staged before meal times, and often when they are delayed "somehow". And too, one can often count on noise-stalking stunts usually 20 minutes after lunch, e.g. aircraft, HD motorcycle noise etc.
It is always interesting when being gangstalked so heavy as to see who is in the line-up of trail hikers, aka, stalkers. This time it was inter-racial couples; of the six parties I encountered outbound, five were Asian woman with a Caucasian male. The fifth party was comprised of five women. I have never seen so many such couplings since 2001 (read below), and unlike Vancouver, BC, there aren't even many Asians in this part of the province. Nor have I seen any such concentration of such couples in town or anywhere else in this area, or on the trail. I can only assume this was arranged for the perps in their long standing interest in me being exposed to various other (non-Caucasian) races as well as their same interest in having couples around me. One of their favourite gangstalking stunts is to have the couple temporarily split apart and have me pass between them, often quite deliberately should I have an inclination to reverse course and avoid this scene.
Back in 2001 when I lived in Seattle, and obviously pre 04-2002 before this abuse-athon came down, I went to the Bumbershoot Festival on Labor Day weekend. It is a large public music, and other arts festival, though largely the first with at least six concurrent stages for music alone. I did not know then I was a targeted individual then, still kept in a "naive" state until 04-2002. But it was quite apparent that the "in couple" was the older (50's+ Caucasian male) with the younger Asian babe, usually under 30 yo. I just thought is was plain peculiar that there was this sudden "social flux" of inter-racial couples (of this particular configuration), as I had been to Bumbershoot before, and hadn't seen such predominant displays of inter-racial coupling, nor at any other public outing anywhere. I even remarked upon it to one of my co-workers, who might of asked a leading question, though I cannot recollect accurately just what it was. At the time I remarked, "it wasn't my thing" in reference to the older guy and the younger woman, as I was 46 yo. then myself. (The Asian part being immaterial to me). Anyhow, perhaps the perps are re-visiting their inter-racial "couple testing" objectives again, but as to why they need me to be part of it I have no idea. As always, just leave me the fuck alone, I have never bothered anyone, anywhere.
09-08-2019
Sunday, and a second day off in succession, as in a normal weekend. It was an occasion to make pesto, reducing some 10lb of basil, mixed with olive oil in the food processor, and then when pulped, frozen into ice cube trays. I get the basil in this quantity at the farm that is adjacent to the trail hike. Again, I don't know what the deal is with the perps, but given that they have had me on farm work for the past 11 years, there is something about plants and where they grow, they just love me to be involved in. As well, making food (or wine) from plant materials, or in the case of vineyard work, having me cut plant material. Another mystery tour (aka, nonconsensual human experimentation theme) the Psychopaths have laid on me for which I have suffered more than enough.
One would think if the Psychopaths, or their surrogates or masters, have been around since this planet was formed, they would have enough data on human-plant interactions in all imaginable capacities that they would not need to experiment on another human. Likewise with all the plant cutting, tending, harvesting and rendering in all personal, culinary and industrial capacities in all walks of life, all over the world for millennia, you would also think that the Psychopaths have all that they need from animal-plant interactions. Wrong; they want yet more data from harassed and highly abused targeted individuals who are kept in a densified magnetic field (1800Gauss) and kept under mind-controlled scrutiny/governance for 17 years (and counting) on top of 46 years of surreptitious surveillance, if not orchestrated governance. So what are they after then?
And what is with the escalation of masers these past few months, especially when at my residence? Sometimes I can barely see to read a book (another Fuckover scene/theme, the acquisition of knowledge) for all the blackish floating blobs that can even follow my eyes as I read. That is, three or more configured blobs will follow the very words that I am reading at my reading speed, and if I look elsewhere momentarily, the blobs will zoom up to where I am looking and re-form their configuration even if looking at the blue sky.
Another favorite maser inundation situation is the blackish blobs hanging around and following me when using toilet paper. This too has increased of late, and I will spare you the particulars. And to boot, the use of toilet paper has increased ever since I had prostate cancer radiotherapy in late 2017 with continuing side effects (that the doctor downplayed beforehand), which of course, fits the Psychopaths need over their maser fuckery with respect to toilet paper. Again, I have no idea, and it just may relate to their plant material obsession/experimentation (per above), softwood pulp in this case, (not even live plant material). Just more mysterious fuckery over fuck all as I see it. Just leave me alone.
Not to be; I see this here PC locked up last night, a round of fuckery that cost me some $150 and six weeks of downtime a month ago. A sudden arrival of wiggly lines and it locks up. The same problem as last time, a corrupted file system somehow. As in corrupted operating system.
Enough for a posting I reckon, and for the reader-sphere to ponder just what the perps are after.
Monday, September 02, 2019
Labor Day Weak
09-02-2019
Labor Day, same here as in the USA. I got hit with a 2.5 hour nap attack this afternoon and still don't quite feel recovered from it, one hour later.
That there has been ongoing sleep disruption of late is without question; awakening at 0900h and even if going to bed in good time, doesn't mean that they won't keep me awake until 0300h. And even if I went on 3 hour hike yesterday, it just doesn't do anything to normalize my sleep pattern. The excuse, as I see it, is that while I am now off vineyard work (as of 08-16-2019), they can muck with my awake/sleep patterns as much as they want. This has been consistent when they first attacked in 04-2002, the day they revealed themselves and went berserk/overt which still continues as ongoing harassment. Then, they kept me up all night evading being zapped in the streets of Seattle, and driving the freeways all night, as my vehicle (or any nearby metal objects) offered protection from this form of abuse. Sometimes I would sleep in my vehicle in the rest areas, but they soon adapted and would nail me with some kind of slower onset irradiative targeting that would begin in an hour or two. That they had equi-spaced vehicles placed in the rest area parking lots from 0100 to 0500h, when I would arrive in an attempt to sleep in my vehicle, meant that they were more than ready for my arrival.
I have been doing some work for a former employer this past week, and into this week, and it may last a few more depending on his vine sampling schedule. As to why sleep disruption is so important to the Psychopathic abusers (aka perps) I have no idea, but as with all my activities and cognitive function, they have an intense research interest.
One particular event that has been highly associated with nap attacks is when reading books, especially biographies. Which is in fact the case at present; "Girls Like Us" by Sheila Weller, which covers Carole King, Joni Mitchell and Carly Simon is my current read, and follows recent readings of biographies of Gordon Lightfoot and Hank Williams, separate books. So with this latest read, a "three-fer", a biography in good measure, of three well known musicians in one book, it just may represent some kind of experimentational challenge for the Psychopathic assholes and whatever they extract from me as I read. That, and the associated noise-scape when I read outside, in particular the most loathed HD motorcycle noise, seems to indicate continued perp interest. And too, that infernal noisy single engine aircraft, the same one, that keeps doing turns overhead or low overflights when I am outside my residence, also suggests they are interested in what I am reading. This same aircraft "somehow" manages to arrive and spread its noise almost anytime I enter or exit my residence, and also finds me at my vineyard job sites both N and S of the airport.
I finally, after a six month delay, I got onto getting my documents ordered and crafting a write up for detailing my foreign work and living expense which is needed for the Canada pension application. That was the years 1999 to 2002 when living and working in aforementioned Seattle, and I am doing the best I can to document this, even if my then wife, came to visit in 2001 and stole my visa records, bank statements, income tax returns, and pay statements (pay stubs) for the first two years. Naturally, she did not respond to my email earlier this year when I indicated that she might know of their disappearance when the same kinds of records are all in order and present, and could she supply an answer, or even give them back. I had noticed that my 1999 and 2000 1040NR was missing a week after she had visited, but didn't think that she had made a wholesale pre-divorce document raid and took all these documents. That her visit was timed in 08-2001, meant that the tax returns were done, and she brought our daughter as a foil to ensure that there was time to steal said documents.
Well, as it "happens" the documents are all important to determine my foreign work and residence, and lo, if they weren't missing as I found out earlier this year. I suspect my then-wife's lawyer put her up to this international act of piracy, albeit documents only, as my now ex doesn't didn't have the wherewithal to be so consistent and figure out what was "needed". That my ex was full measure for being devious and deceitful is a given, but planning for divorce proceedings wasn't in her usual foresight skill set. Anyhow, we shall see what the pension folks are going to think of this melange from the past. One more instance of order (my documents in this case), being disrupted and sabotaged by an entity (my ex as the wilful and abetting agent in this case) that has every interest in disrupting every fucking thing that has order, a pattern, routine, protocol or other set of established procedures or processes. Same old, same old, just more intensified since 04-2002.
And as mentioned in prior postings this year, disrupting order by way of imposed fuckery, and forcing partial completion or completion with new and different methods and tools, aka, combinations and permutations, is just what is needed for adding into the experimentational mix to determine the Universal Wave Function if one subscribes to the theory of Multiple Universes, aka Many Worlds as first theorized by Hugh Everett in 1957. All too high-falutin for me, just leave me alone as I never asked or wanted to be a permanent subject in a non-stop abuse-athon (17 years so far, on top of a prior 47 years of covert fuckery), in the service of an insane Psychopathic Confederacy, organized, consistent and relentless that it is, and who has limitless resources and alien-level technologies (teleportation, tele-kinetics and remote neural influencing for a start). Never mind the escalated level of "coincidences" and incessant gangstalking that erupted after 04-2002. I will take the poison pill thanks, never mind the red or blue.
Anyhow, enough for a posting I figure, as I am getting back into the routine, after it got disrupted by "coincident" technical machinations these past eight weeks. No doubt the Dashed Expectations imperative, assuming I have regular readers, had something to do with all this too.
Labor Day, same here as in the USA. I got hit with a 2.5 hour nap attack this afternoon and still don't quite feel recovered from it, one hour later.
That there has been ongoing sleep disruption of late is without question; awakening at 0900h and even if going to bed in good time, doesn't mean that they won't keep me awake until 0300h. And even if I went on 3 hour hike yesterday, it just doesn't do anything to normalize my sleep pattern. The excuse, as I see it, is that while I am now off vineyard work (as of 08-16-2019), they can muck with my awake/sleep patterns as much as they want. This has been consistent when they first attacked in 04-2002, the day they revealed themselves and went berserk/overt which still continues as ongoing harassment. Then, they kept me up all night evading being zapped in the streets of Seattle, and driving the freeways all night, as my vehicle (or any nearby metal objects) offered protection from this form of abuse. Sometimes I would sleep in my vehicle in the rest areas, but they soon adapted and would nail me with some kind of slower onset irradiative targeting that would begin in an hour or two. That they had equi-spaced vehicles placed in the rest area parking lots from 0100 to 0500h, when I would arrive in an attempt to sleep in my vehicle, meant that they were more than ready for my arrival.
I have been doing some work for a former employer this past week, and into this week, and it may last a few more depending on his vine sampling schedule. As to why sleep disruption is so important to the Psychopathic abusers (aka perps) I have no idea, but as with all my activities and cognitive function, they have an intense research interest.
One particular event that has been highly associated with nap attacks is when reading books, especially biographies. Which is in fact the case at present; "Girls Like Us" by Sheila Weller, which covers Carole King, Joni Mitchell and Carly Simon is my current read, and follows recent readings of biographies of Gordon Lightfoot and Hank Williams, separate books. So with this latest read, a "three-fer", a biography in good measure, of three well known musicians in one book, it just may represent some kind of experimentational challenge for the Psychopathic assholes and whatever they extract from me as I read. That, and the associated noise-scape when I read outside, in particular the most loathed HD motorcycle noise, seems to indicate continued perp interest. And too, that infernal noisy single engine aircraft, the same one, that keeps doing turns overhead or low overflights when I am outside my residence, also suggests they are interested in what I am reading. This same aircraft "somehow" manages to arrive and spread its noise almost anytime I enter or exit my residence, and also finds me at my vineyard job sites both N and S of the airport.
I finally, after a six month delay, I got onto getting my documents ordered and crafting a write up for detailing my foreign work and living expense which is needed for the Canada pension application. That was the years 1999 to 2002 when living and working in aforementioned Seattle, and I am doing the best I can to document this, even if my then wife, came to visit in 2001 and stole my visa records, bank statements, income tax returns, and pay statements (pay stubs) for the first two years. Naturally, she did not respond to my email earlier this year when I indicated that she might know of their disappearance when the same kinds of records are all in order and present, and could she supply an answer, or even give them back. I had noticed that my 1999 and 2000 1040NR was missing a week after she had visited, but didn't think that she had made a wholesale pre-divorce document raid and took all these documents. That her visit was timed in 08-2001, meant that the tax returns were done, and she brought our daughter as a foil to ensure that there was time to steal said documents.
Well, as it "happens" the documents are all important to determine my foreign work and residence, and lo, if they weren't missing as I found out earlier this year. I suspect my then-wife's lawyer put her up to this international act of piracy, albeit documents only, as my now ex doesn't didn't have the wherewithal to be so consistent and figure out what was "needed". That my ex was full measure for being devious and deceitful is a given, but planning for divorce proceedings wasn't in her usual foresight skill set. Anyhow, we shall see what the pension folks are going to think of this melange from the past. One more instance of order (my documents in this case), being disrupted and sabotaged by an entity (my ex as the wilful and abetting agent in this case) that has every interest in disrupting every fucking thing that has order, a pattern, routine, protocol or other set of established procedures or processes. Same old, same old, just more intensified since 04-2002.
And as mentioned in prior postings this year, disrupting order by way of imposed fuckery, and forcing partial completion or completion with new and different methods and tools, aka, combinations and permutations, is just what is needed for adding into the experimentational mix to determine the Universal Wave Function if one subscribes to the theory of Multiple Universes, aka Many Worlds as first theorized by Hugh Everett in 1957. All too high-falutin for me, just leave me alone as I never asked or wanted to be a permanent subject in a non-stop abuse-athon (17 years so far, on top of a prior 47 years of covert fuckery), in the service of an insane Psychopathic Confederacy, organized, consistent and relentless that it is, and who has limitless resources and alien-level technologies (teleportation, tele-kinetics and remote neural influencing for a start). Never mind the escalated level of "coincidences" and incessant gangstalking that erupted after 04-2002. I will take the poison pill thanks, never mind the red or blue.
Anyhow, enough for a posting I figure, as I am getting back into the routine, after it got disrupted by "coincident" technical machinations these past eight weeks. No doubt the Dashed Expectations imperative, assuming I have regular readers, had something to do with all this too.
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