A preamble to this posting (now 04-09-2013, Tuesday). My PC and main internet access got taken in for repairs for four days Fri, Sa, Sun, Mon, the perps adroitly taking out this PC for the weekend, my normal time to update, finalize and publish this blog. Much more went on than is blogged, which is always the case, but significantly more so for this posting.
04-02-2013
My cell phone went down to serve as a vehicle to create more confusion over scheduling and conferring that follows below.
I called a computer tech up to look at my PC (in place) as I have a failing drive (it says), and needed to get it "cloned" onto the new warranty replacement drive. The tech said to copy the files over as he got the USB drive to work somehow, when I couldn't. For a whole 15 minutes of putzing he charges me a minimum of one hour, $75, and departs.
Then the tech's plan to copy the files and switch the hard drives didn't work, (after a screaming rage show because the drive would not slip back in as it had slipped out readily, due to the design of the case). So a whole $75 spent on useless advice, save his magic ability to get the USB drive working. A day later he said he would come over to attend to a related problem, but didn't show. And haven't I been stood up before?
Earlier, a nutty high level of gangstalking; banking (always a high gangstalking scene), supermarket with freaks hanging around, then extra freak coverage at the organic specialty store, then the deli with the Fuckwit who kept hanging at the checkout as if he had a complicated transaction in progress and let me in, making out he was a commercial customer.
All these transactions and getting stalked up the asshole by freaks and Fuckwits.
04-08-2013
PC back and assembled, with some wayward fuckery; if I want the G drive cloned to a new disk, why is it now the D drive, and why cannot I change the drive letter when the tech said I could. I have never been able to re-assign drive letters. [Update; I have discovered a new feature of Windows 7 called "Computer Management" -you mean it has only taken over 20 years to get to this, or is it just that I was kept in the dark?]
Then the USB3 drive continues its antics when the tech said they were visible when the two drives aren't. This infernal Windows message says to put in a drive when there are already two there. I pull them out and put them back and it still cannot see the drives
A $120 bill from the second tech, a shop, on top of the above $75 gouge, and then $37 to send the defective drive to WD. Some $220 for the latest round of sabotage on this PC when WD Caviar drives are known for being rock solid, hence their 5 year warranty. That makes 3 of 4 WD Caviar drives, all purchased at the same time, that have "failed" on me. Worse yet, WD sends me a generic drive in return, and doubtless, with no warranty continuation. Funny, my Crucial M4 SSD drive has been rock solid for the last year.
Then the music files wouldn't play, and then the Songbird thing got the new directory all wrong, and I piss around in extreme rage, and finally the music files begin to play for no apparent reason. It is just that they wanted me to start with Joan Armatrading instead of Jann Arden. Go fuck yourselves. And in putting the drives back in the case, a continuation of the fuckery over screws not threading and mating, a continuation of the hassle at the winery where I work. All to infuriate the living hell out of me. I cannot handle this fucking constant adversery any more. I want out, and the fastest would be a 9mm.
04-09-2013
Finally, I got the PC back together, but still some mysterious differences between the function between the store and here. I still cannot get the USB3 docking station to be seen, yet the tech said it was, having phoned him back this morning. I am so confused at to where are my files are, and now the Copy Handler software, that would sort out the duplicates isn't working. On and on with relentless sabotage.
Today, I had to shell out $37 to get the defective hard drive back to WD; all told this squalid sabotage has cost me $220, and am still none the wiser as to if all my files are recovered as the second tech said a few didn't copy over (because of the bad sectors that somehow erupted). I still have a second set but what good is that if Copy Handler won't work. More plain needless, senseless and psychopathic fuckery, now closing in on 11 years of this insane abuse.
And of course more financial games in paying for the courier to take the drive; they took cash or check only for DHL. The last bills in my wallet was $35 in $5's (blue colored) and a $10 (purple colored). I had to leave the counter to go out to my vehicle to get a $2 coin to make $37. Not a financial transaction goes unmonitored, and/or unfucked. Once done, the red vehicle contingent was waiting for me in traffic and leading me at the ATM to get some more cash. I don`t usually take much cash now as it goes `missing`all by itself, some $1600 last year.
04-10-2013
The above antics, and finishing a book that served as my companion while this PC was at the shop, served to mess my shopping schedule up. Directly from work I went to a nearby grocery store, and lo, if it wasn't busy at 1600h. One item I wanted to get was mushrooms, but lo, if there wasn't a cluster (three) women over top of the mushrooms. I go elsewhere in the store to finish up my shopping and come back to the produce section, and lo, if two males aren't hanging over the mushrooms and protracting their dwell time there. Screw it, and time to get out. Who would of thunk it; 11 years of sustained stalking abuse (among other methods), and here they are setting up parties for mushroom shopping obstruction.
Though I should mention that my perp-abetting mother got onto a mushroom cooking routine for a few years of my once per week dinner visitations. She never cooked mushrooms before and then seemed to take this on when I was there for at least two years and then suddenly stopped for no know reason. So what is it about mushrooms, and fungi that so interests the perps and why am I a vehicle for researching this insane techno-obsession of an undeclared abusive entity who has kept themselves in the closet?
Part of today's extra stupid games might be that I was wearing a new fleece jacket, to follow on the one that didn't have a breast pocket and put my cell phone at risk in the course of winery activity. The former jacket also developed some color changes in the artificial fleece, normally an odd circumstance but nothing new in Abuseville.
04-11-2013
A bench trial of a tannin product at the winery was going fine until the penultimate sample when the pipette and connected aspirator leaned over by itself and then dumped the tannin product on the bench. That is, a brown colored solution soaked into my journal, papers and other ling things, making for extra clean up, and for me to pack a brown soaked, now dried, journal with me. Exciting moments in perp games, though oddly, they didn't force me to take a crap before of after this "browing around".
And onset of pounding and vibration at this motel suite; doors slamming, tapping, and I take off to the tanning salon. And lo, if they weren't slamming nearby doors while I was cooking under the bulbs. I also did some shopping while out, coming back with a hot cooked chicken. And just like old times (past residences of the past 11 years), noise eruption while cutting up the chicken meat, taking off the wings. This time, it was the outside dude yapping that erupted. I don't know why they like to play this particular noise as much as they do. but it has been nothing but consistent, and usually follows prior female banter.
04-12-2013
A windy day, especially while doing drilling and sawing in getting a pump platform together. And lo, if an adjacent property didn't get into the same activities, drilling and sawing as some kind of activity and noise emulation. I chipped a 1"x4" piece of wood out to make a notched corner in a 2x10, and lo, if a 6" long filamentous maser didn't float up toward, visible for four seconds or so. So what is it about wood, as a tree or dried as a board, that the perps are so nuts about? Here we are in North America, living in wood frame houses for the most part, and they are hammering my ass for 11 years over cutting wood.
The boss man got into spraying sulfur in the wind for crissakes; I thought it was too windy to spray for effective coverage, but he, or his perp advisory didn't. Even his wife thought it was too windy for spraying work. Go figure, though it was a noxious chemical smell that even got inside the house.
04-13-2013
A sudden eruption of activity in the laundry room at 0930h results in me getting skunked and bringing it back to wait for another time. At least two others were waiting, plastic bags of laundry on top. Lets see; for the past four months I have done my laundry nearly every Saturday morning and for the most part there has been no one there. In the least, the washing machines were free. Now, at the same time of week and day, it is suddenly backed up. I had the new jug of detergent in hand, as of yet unopened and maybe that was the perp excitement. But as they constantly fuck with my laundry (e.g. inexplicable load balance problems), and just love to put on noises, finger fumbling harassment and other delays each time I open a new package of anything, why should I be surprised at this escalation of fuckery?
Plus the "rude dudes" were parked outside the laundry room in a no parking location, and just "happened" to be exiting their room and accessing their very large pick up vehicle and getting in the way before I could enter.
And more games with the internet service going down, and then the local motel wi-fi instead, working now. The perps are constantly having me alternate between internet access methods/technologies of late.
I will post this now that I am nearly a week late.
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Saturday, April 13, 2013
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Toilet Paper Follies
1040h
What could be stupider than the perp games over toilet paper, especially when an old roll is done, and a new one is loaded? It is always a big fuckover moment, sometimes "happening" in mid crap, being duly mindfucked out of preventive measures. Today's just finished nonsense is another, with a second forced pee this morning, then the leaping pee from the toilet that takes lateral hops and onto the rim, all to somehow catch a strange cast of light and have a red-orange glow coming off it, changeable if I shift my viewing angle. The cleaning up their rim mess, some arriving without apparent unconventional gravitic hopping, read teleported pee, and then running out of the roll just as I finished the cleaning, all to extra overhead noise clunking and backup beeping from outside. I put on the new roll, had the spindle secured at both ends, and then it magically hopped off the retaining hardward, suddenly hit the ground and took an extra conventionally kinetic hop 2' backwards to then unfurl to lay some of the paper directly on the floor. Like WTF?, closing in on eight years of unconventional gravitic abuse, and eight years of jerking around with freaking toilet paper (e.g. allowing perforation tearing some 10% of the time despite all attempts), and here we are, spoofing toilet paper swap-over still. But as the perps have an abiding interest in paper, and nearly always have a paper bearing Fuckwit within five minutes of me being out in public, and to the extent some ot them are even carrying their paper document in their mouths for crissakes (like a dog might), I suppose the last of toilet paper fucking games has yet to come. Just an aside as to what I deal with and the mentality of the Fuckwit Abusers.
And the eight year long answer to the above leading question as to stupider, is that even more stupid and anal retentive stunts are yet to come. And they consistently deliver.
A rousing stream of back up beeper noise this morning, getting a 0730h get up time from the mind keepers, without benefit of alarm. Usually I get screwed into a ten hour sleep on these occasions, getting up in mid morning and effectively missing most of it.
1530h
Tea and chocolate are over, and a full fire department and gangstalker press to accompany me outside on my way and back to get the chocolate at the supermarket, a walk of no more than 150'. They put the regular (seen 4x already) red haired faux bum in a green jacket on duty to ask me for a handout, all artfully arranged over the parking spot vacated by the red vehicle that bizarrely turned 90 degrees and travelled all of 15' to another parking stall. Then at the checkout, a red haired woman to the left, another one to the right, and when I got out of the store, the red haired vagrant male was on my ass again, seeking a handout and pretending he didn't recognize me the first time. I never encountered a bum with that little recall before, but in the harassment business, there is always a new stunt.
The trip outside was preceded by me doing my tax return online, and just at the final page, they wiped out the buttons to download the file and to send it to the taxman electronically. Fucking outrageous that some assholes let me do the entire tax return and then fuck me at the final frame. I suppose the big deal was to have me go to the supermarket then, tax return activities unfinished and hopefully recoverable, and get to see the erstwhile fire department out on the adjacent street, without benefit of sirens, all to have their yellow trucks outside and yellow lights flashing. And they are still at it in mid-street, the day glo dudes around their yellow vehicle, pretending to be still busy. I suppose being full of chocolate is part ot the deal, as the assholes like to put brown and yellow colors together for me to see or be exposed to. What does that remind me of....?
And more pee games earlier, also before going outside, and just the "usual unusual", per above extra-conventional gravitic fuckery.
Not an exciting day, being mostly PC bound by dint of mind fuck games. They often prescribe shut-in days for Tuesdays, the day after my return from the First Feral Family home. I get to do driver duty tomorrow in attending to getting this PC modified to get a removable rack installed, so perhaps no posting tomorrow.
2230h
A screaming round with the sickos who made my wheeled office chair stay stuck in a small dip and no amount of lateral force could move it. Once I started yelling at them, it was permitted to move, often the case with these stunts.
And out at my evening course tonight; the usual fellow travellers, but even more obvious when returning as today's hoodie stalker in a low contrast large checkered hoodie jacket in olive green and light blue covered me in both directions, pairing up with the wacko woman in pants, a skirt and a jacket of last Thursday evening. They just both "happened" to have the same schedule and know each other. I suppose it is possible they are in the same evening classes, but the number of "happenchance confreres" meeting each other in my proximity beats Cheers hands down.
And they sneaked a negro on board the bus somehow, as I was watching all the entering passengers and the bus driver went upstairs before the bus departed on the return trip, presumably to flush out anyone asleep upstairs. Lo, if the negro didn't come down and project his hand out first to grasp the vertical rail as he came downstairs. I was wondering what it was until he revealed all of himself. I suppose this would be another incremental exposure exercise, but they made sure I saw this Unfavored specimen by way of his hand first though.
As usual, the late evening time bus has a surfeit of shiftless males; I cannot figure out why so many or that they may only take the bus for three stops and then get off.
Other bullshit was in the classroom, this god awful sneeze erupted right behind me just as the instructor said the word "fail" in the context of Oracle database software. But I suspect this kind of bullshit is only going to get worse, as the assholes seem to want to study every word I utter, including the ridiculous english syntax they plant on me sometimes. Another trick is for them to type out a word wholly different than what I intended, and turning off my error trapping ability at the same time, so I don't catch the erroneous word until it is fully typed. Yet another never-before.
I am going to call this posting done for the day, and there won't likely be a posting tomorrow or even Friday (Mar. 24 and 25) as I am getting the removable hard drive rack installed, a two month quest/jerkaround since I first ordered one and got screwed around with back orders, delayed orders, and a parcel sitting in the manager's office for a week. Another coincidental stunt (har, har) was having my mother's PC hard drive fail and then the delivered drive put in her PC while I wait for an RMA hard drive to come before I can complete my intended Linux dedicated hard drive. So in other words, the perps wanted this hard fdrive to sit in the manager's office in the lobby for a week, then sit in my apartment for a week, and then get taken to my mother's place to then be taken to the PC repair shop. And lo, when I arrived at the service desk, the receptionist was taking a hard drive out of its anti-static packaging that had a dayglo orange sticker on it. This has been one long ugly project, entirely held up by the assholes, and it just might be the tone that will be set as I get fucked with in installing Linux.
The significance of the magnetic hard drive disks is that the perps are keeping me in a densified magnetic field (measured and photographed at 1600 gauss in 2009), and having a magnetic disc spinning at 7,200rpm only 2' from me (inside the PC) is just too wonderful of an event for the said assholes that keep hounding me all the time. All the better that the hard drive makes a round trip from the apartment building lobby where the manager's office is, then my apartment, then my mother's place for one night, then the PC repair shop and back to her place, now inside her PC. And just as her PC exits the shop, mine enters the shop to get its hard drive relocated to a removable tray that slides into a rack that secures it. Hopefully this week I wil recieve the RMA hard drive, replacing the one that was likely sabotaged in my mother's machine. And both PC's were built at the same time in the same shop, and many of the parts of my old PC were put in my mother's at the time. It is all very coordinated and orchestrated, never mind the coincidence factor that begat the hard drive chase.
What could be stupider than the perp games over toilet paper, especially when an old roll is done, and a new one is loaded? It is always a big fuckover moment, sometimes "happening" in mid crap, being duly mindfucked out of preventive measures. Today's just finished nonsense is another, with a second forced pee this morning, then the leaping pee from the toilet that takes lateral hops and onto the rim, all to somehow catch a strange cast of light and have a red-orange glow coming off it, changeable if I shift my viewing angle. The cleaning up their rim mess, some arriving without apparent unconventional gravitic hopping, read teleported pee, and then running out of the roll just as I finished the cleaning, all to extra overhead noise clunking and backup beeping from outside. I put on the new roll, had the spindle secured at both ends, and then it magically hopped off the retaining hardward, suddenly hit the ground and took an extra conventionally kinetic hop 2' backwards to then unfurl to lay some of the paper directly on the floor. Like WTF?, closing in on eight years of unconventional gravitic abuse, and eight years of jerking around with freaking toilet paper (e.g. allowing perforation tearing some 10% of the time despite all attempts), and here we are, spoofing toilet paper swap-over still. But as the perps have an abiding interest in paper, and nearly always have a paper bearing Fuckwit within five minutes of me being out in public, and to the extent some ot them are even carrying their paper document in their mouths for crissakes (like a dog might), I suppose the last of toilet paper fucking games has yet to come. Just an aside as to what I deal with and the mentality of the Fuckwit Abusers.
And the eight year long answer to the above leading question as to stupider, is that even more stupid and anal retentive stunts are yet to come. And they consistently deliver.
A rousing stream of back up beeper noise this morning, getting a 0730h get up time from the mind keepers, without benefit of alarm. Usually I get screwed into a ten hour sleep on these occasions, getting up in mid morning and effectively missing most of it.
1530h
Tea and chocolate are over, and a full fire department and gangstalker press to accompany me outside on my way and back to get the chocolate at the supermarket, a walk of no more than 150'. They put the regular (seen 4x already) red haired faux bum in a green jacket on duty to ask me for a handout, all artfully arranged over the parking spot vacated by the red vehicle that bizarrely turned 90 degrees and travelled all of 15' to another parking stall. Then at the checkout, a red haired woman to the left, another one to the right, and when I got out of the store, the red haired vagrant male was on my ass again, seeking a handout and pretending he didn't recognize me the first time. I never encountered a bum with that little recall before, but in the harassment business, there is always a new stunt.
The trip outside was preceded by me doing my tax return online, and just at the final page, they wiped out the buttons to download the file and to send it to the taxman electronically. Fucking outrageous that some assholes let me do the entire tax return and then fuck me at the final frame. I suppose the big deal was to have me go to the supermarket then, tax return activities unfinished and hopefully recoverable, and get to see the erstwhile fire department out on the adjacent street, without benefit of sirens, all to have their yellow trucks outside and yellow lights flashing. And they are still at it in mid-street, the day glo dudes around their yellow vehicle, pretending to be still busy. I suppose being full of chocolate is part ot the deal, as the assholes like to put brown and yellow colors together for me to see or be exposed to. What does that remind me of....?
And more pee games earlier, also before going outside, and just the "usual unusual", per above extra-conventional gravitic fuckery.
Not an exciting day, being mostly PC bound by dint of mind fuck games. They often prescribe shut-in days for Tuesdays, the day after my return from the First Feral Family home. I get to do driver duty tomorrow in attending to getting this PC modified to get a removable rack installed, so perhaps no posting tomorrow.
2230h
A screaming round with the sickos who made my wheeled office chair stay stuck in a small dip and no amount of lateral force could move it. Once I started yelling at them, it was permitted to move, often the case with these stunts.
And out at my evening course tonight; the usual fellow travellers, but even more obvious when returning as today's hoodie stalker in a low contrast large checkered hoodie jacket in olive green and light blue covered me in both directions, pairing up with the wacko woman in pants, a skirt and a jacket of last Thursday evening. They just both "happened" to have the same schedule and know each other. I suppose it is possible they are in the same evening classes, but the number of "happenchance confreres" meeting each other in my proximity beats Cheers hands down.
And they sneaked a negro on board the bus somehow, as I was watching all the entering passengers and the bus driver went upstairs before the bus departed on the return trip, presumably to flush out anyone asleep upstairs. Lo, if the negro didn't come down and project his hand out first to grasp the vertical rail as he came downstairs. I was wondering what it was until he revealed all of himself. I suppose this would be another incremental exposure exercise, but they made sure I saw this Unfavored specimen by way of his hand first though.
As usual, the late evening time bus has a surfeit of shiftless males; I cannot figure out why so many or that they may only take the bus for three stops and then get off.
Other bullshit was in the classroom, this god awful sneeze erupted right behind me just as the instructor said the word "fail" in the context of Oracle database software. But I suspect this kind of bullshit is only going to get worse, as the assholes seem to want to study every word I utter, including the ridiculous english syntax they plant on me sometimes. Another trick is for them to type out a word wholly different than what I intended, and turning off my error trapping ability at the same time, so I don't catch the erroneous word until it is fully typed. Yet another never-before.
I am going to call this posting done for the day, and there won't likely be a posting tomorrow or even Friday (Mar. 24 and 25) as I am getting the removable hard drive rack installed, a two month quest/jerkaround since I first ordered one and got screwed around with back orders, delayed orders, and a parcel sitting in the manager's office for a week. Another coincidental stunt (har, har) was having my mother's PC hard drive fail and then the delivered drive put in her PC while I wait for an RMA hard drive to come before I can complete my intended Linux dedicated hard drive. So in other words, the perps wanted this hard fdrive to sit in the manager's office in the lobby for a week, then sit in my apartment for a week, and then get taken to my mother's place to then be taken to the PC repair shop. And lo, when I arrived at the service desk, the receptionist was taking a hard drive out of its anti-static packaging that had a dayglo orange sticker on it. This has been one long ugly project, entirely held up by the assholes, and it just might be the tone that will be set as I get fucked with in installing Linux.
The significance of the magnetic hard drive disks is that the perps are keeping me in a densified magnetic field (measured and photographed at 1600 gauss in 2009), and having a magnetic disc spinning at 7,200rpm only 2' from me (inside the PC) is just too wonderful of an event for the said assholes that keep hounding me all the time. All the better that the hard drive makes a round trip from the apartment building lobby where the manager's office is, then my apartment, then my mother's place for one night, then the PC repair shop and back to her place, now inside her PC. And just as her PC exits the shop, mine enters the shop to get its hard drive relocated to a removable tray that slides into a rack that secures it. Hopefully this week I wil recieve the RMA hard drive, replacing the one that was likely sabotaged in my mother's machine. And both PC's were built at the same time in the same shop, and many of the parts of my old PC were put in my mother's at the time. It is all very coordinated and orchestrated, never mind the coincidence factor that begat the hard drive chase.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
PC Rebuild Again
1735h
It has been a busy day with my "gardening" activity which earns me a rent subsidy, yet to come, and then off to the computer repair shop with my parents supplying their vehicle for me to get my PC back. Another $200 bill for a problem that no one can explain; how two dissimilar hard drives of widely differing age failed at the same time. The new one is a faster SATA and the other is a warranty replacement for the 10 month old Seagate that has a 5 year warranty. It is like both of the family vehicles going kaput on the same day, while still in the garage. As I said before, blatant sabotage, and with some kind of purposeful PC take out for 5 days. And of course there are "new" noises coming from the PC, a kind of snoring sound unbelievably.
A family gangstalk at the PC repair depot; my mother came in to gangstalk with the usual personnel that I deal with. She had to get a router to block spyware as her Norton didn't quite do the job.
And the perps get onto one of their favorite jerkarounds, surveillance/monitoring while I am loading new software (my sink gurgled over that one for the very first time). Needless to say, it has taken the entire afternoon, loading from the web and CD as well as configuring Firefox and the Adplus Blocker extension, a godsend.
And the overhead pounding has started up again, as whatever I am doing, saying or thinking is of profound interest as I type this very line. With the exception of updating my financial records, always of huge interest to the perps and their signature noisestalking (plus excessive farts, plasma activity, smells up the nose, vision impairments etc.) which I assume they are ready to unload upon me in a long exercise of vexation in thwarting me in keystroking the correct entry. Another battle looms, and this was only the warm up.
2310h
The perps have kept me from reading the regular news sites that I view each day, and much of the graphics on these sites is visible for the first time. Even the Amazon.com site, usually stripped of graphics alltogether, is now relatively complete. Though they have been known to remove the graphics again and slowly permit incremental additions over months.
There are some very strong emanations coming off my PC tonight, the sensation of looking into bright light when it is at a normal setting. The usual masers and plasma action on the side or sometimes in central vision, and nothing has changed. It has been relatively quiet on the noise front tonight; a car alarm when I logged into my email and some forced coughing, something my mother is into these days (past weekend).
Time to blog off; I have been very busy today in restoring all my defaults, profiles, list of ad blocking sites, thwarting the incursions of the wretched Adobe Flash which "I" downloaded to create hyperactive ads which I cannot stand whatsoever, and then when after the uninstall the ads still ran. Then I manually clobbered the Flash files, and the assholes put them back to keep the frenetic ads going. And they have also corrupted Adblocker now so it won't always pick the ad up and allow for manual blocking. Fucking exasperating to say the least.
It has been a busy day with my "gardening" activity which earns me a rent subsidy, yet to come, and then off to the computer repair shop with my parents supplying their vehicle for me to get my PC back. Another $200 bill for a problem that no one can explain; how two dissimilar hard drives of widely differing age failed at the same time. The new one is a faster SATA and the other is a warranty replacement for the 10 month old Seagate that has a 5 year warranty. It is like both of the family vehicles going kaput on the same day, while still in the garage. As I said before, blatant sabotage, and with some kind of purposeful PC take out for 5 days. And of course there are "new" noises coming from the PC, a kind of snoring sound unbelievably.
A family gangstalk at the PC repair depot; my mother came in to gangstalk with the usual personnel that I deal with. She had to get a router to block spyware as her Norton didn't quite do the job.
And the perps get onto one of their favorite jerkarounds, surveillance/monitoring while I am loading new software (my sink gurgled over that one for the very first time). Needless to say, it has taken the entire afternoon, loading from the web and CD as well as configuring Firefox and the Adplus Blocker extension, a godsend.
And the overhead pounding has started up again, as whatever I am doing, saying or thinking is of profound interest as I type this very line. With the exception of updating my financial records, always of huge interest to the perps and their signature noisestalking (plus excessive farts, plasma activity, smells up the nose, vision impairments etc.) which I assume they are ready to unload upon me in a long exercise of vexation in thwarting me in keystroking the correct entry. Another battle looms, and this was only the warm up.
2310h
The perps have kept me from reading the regular news sites that I view each day, and much of the graphics on these sites is visible for the first time. Even the Amazon.com site, usually stripped of graphics alltogether, is now relatively complete. Though they have been known to remove the graphics again and slowly permit incremental additions over months.
There are some very strong emanations coming off my PC tonight, the sensation of looking into bright light when it is at a normal setting. The usual masers and plasma action on the side or sometimes in central vision, and nothing has changed. It has been relatively quiet on the noise front tonight; a car alarm when I logged into my email and some forced coughing, something my mother is into these days (past weekend).
Time to blog off; I have been very busy today in restoring all my defaults, profiles, list of ad blocking sites, thwarting the incursions of the wretched Adobe Flash which "I" downloaded to create hyperactive ads which I cannot stand whatsoever, and then when after the uninstall the ads still ran. Then I manually clobbered the Flash files, and the assholes put them back to keep the frenetic ads going. And they have also corrupted Adblocker now so it won't always pick the ad up and allow for manual blocking. Fucking exasperating to say the least.
Monday, February 05, 2007
Two Hard Drives Die At Once
1120h
I learned of why my PC failed; both the boot hard drive (10 months old, a Seagate) and the backup hard drive (4 years old, a Samsung) both failed together. Unbelievable, but true, and the PC technician has no idea why. If that doen't say "blatant sabotage" then I don't know what does, as it would be like the fridge and the dishwasher packing it in on the same day.
I am on my parent's clunky PC with the cathode ray tube, so it is likely that the perps want me to do time on it, instead of my LCD display. And having a malfunctioning mouse never hurt the perp cause either. No end of games are doable under that stunt.
There may be some recoverable data on my boot disk and I am crudely backed up on an external USB hard drive. I see a week of application loading and customizing to be conducted before I will be back to operational. The Firefox browser and the Ad Block Plus extension are two must haves, and will need to be reconfigured again, and the lists that they keep.
And as it "happens", the mind-controlled "I" backed up the very important Firefox Bookmark Manager only the day before, another amazing coincidence which might of told me at the time that the perps has a double hard drive take out planned. This is the display from which I launch nearly all my bookmarks (aka "Favorites", I loathe that moniker), and serves as the display I see the most in any given session. The reality is that the perps can block all my knowledge about their habits on a situational basis, and as much as I know about the "odd coincidences" and their likelihood of erupting, there is nothing I can do if they have depleted that knowledge in advance. It is being a like a total doormat, instead of a partial one as the BOH days were.
I hate to sound so resigned to this, as it is not my nature, but it is the reality. This morning the perps had me place my detal floss container upside down, and "I" did not notice for a minute or so. Never in my life have I unknowingly put anything upside down, especially when I want to use it shortly, and "somehow" it happened and I didn't notice.
Anyhow, I drove from my parents to my room/cell and phoned in the Windows key to the PC technician, though I wonder why they don't have it written down as this must be the fourth time that I have done this in the past three years when I got the PC running again. And as one hard drive was not covered under warranty, "I" elected to replace it with a SATA standard drive as the new motherboard can accept it, and the warranty replaced drive will likely be a straight IDE replacement. And no doubt, having a SATA and a IDE drive is something else the perps see exploitive value in, and that they aren't going anywhere soon. (As in getting off my back and out of my life, and facilitate payback to all the sick assholes who have enjoined in this depravity).
Time to look at the comments and moderate them, as I am way behind on this, and as usual, wasn't informed of the changes made to blogspot, and equally clueless on how many hits/reads I get as there is no counter on my version of Blogspot.
I learned of why my PC failed; both the boot hard drive (10 months old, a Seagate) and the backup hard drive (4 years old, a Samsung) both failed together. Unbelievable, but true, and the PC technician has no idea why. If that doen't say "blatant sabotage" then I don't know what does, as it would be like the fridge and the dishwasher packing it in on the same day.
I am on my parent's clunky PC with the cathode ray tube, so it is likely that the perps want me to do time on it, instead of my LCD display. And having a malfunctioning mouse never hurt the perp cause either. No end of games are doable under that stunt.
There may be some recoverable data on my boot disk and I am crudely backed up on an external USB hard drive. I see a week of application loading and customizing to be conducted before I will be back to operational. The Firefox browser and the Ad Block Plus extension are two must haves, and will need to be reconfigured again, and the lists that they keep.
And as it "happens", the mind-controlled "I" backed up the very important Firefox Bookmark Manager only the day before, another amazing coincidence which might of told me at the time that the perps has a double hard drive take out planned. This is the display from which I launch nearly all my bookmarks (aka "Favorites", I loathe that moniker), and serves as the display I see the most in any given session. The reality is that the perps can block all my knowledge about their habits on a situational basis, and as much as I know about the "odd coincidences" and their likelihood of erupting, there is nothing I can do if they have depleted that knowledge in advance. It is being a like a total doormat, instead of a partial one as the BOH days were.
I hate to sound so resigned to this, as it is not my nature, but it is the reality. This morning the perps had me place my detal floss container upside down, and "I" did not notice for a minute or so. Never in my life have I unknowingly put anything upside down, especially when I want to use it shortly, and "somehow" it happened and I didn't notice.
Anyhow, I drove from my parents to my room/cell and phoned in the Windows key to the PC technician, though I wonder why they don't have it written down as this must be the fourth time that I have done this in the past three years when I got the PC running again. And as one hard drive was not covered under warranty, "I" elected to replace it with a SATA standard drive as the new motherboard can accept it, and the warranty replaced drive will likely be a straight IDE replacement. And no doubt, having a SATA and a IDE drive is something else the perps see exploitive value in, and that they aren't going anywhere soon. (As in getting off my back and out of my life, and facilitate payback to all the sick assholes who have enjoined in this depravity).
Time to look at the comments and moderate them, as I am way behind on this, and as usual, wasn't informed of the changes made to blogspot, and equally clueless on how many hits/reads I get as there is no counter on my version of Blogspot.
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