Shake the Ground

11-20-2018
As I write this the ground and this building I live in is shaking. The garage opposite my window across the back lane is getting demolished as I write, with the aid of an excavator and a dump truck. And the fact that I am home at 1000h on a Tuesday to witness this is also not a fluke; as it "happens" the boss wasn't in and there wasn't anything assigned to do, nor any tasks outstanding. I wasn't the only one in these circumstances, and I drove my co-worker home as well. The two installers at work were also running out of things to do and were on the brink of heading home too.

Back to the excavator for a moment, and the articulating boom with the bucket and thumb on the end. Have I not mentioned before that the perps like to arrange boom trucks to transit, and more often, work with extended booms in my proximity with inordinate frequency? Many times I think, but this time it is only 20' away and shaking the place. And too, the demolition of buildings seems to be big deal, with the inevitable conclusion of the debris going to the landfill. Construction of buildings is also of perp interest too for that matter, though it of course takes longer.

Yoga last night, and a full house of some 18 other yogis. I don't know why the woman behind me had to park her mat 6" away when there was plenty of space elsewhere in the room, but hey, this is "normal". The E. Indian male shirtless freak wasn't there, and hence none of that purposeful gliding in at the last second to put his mat beside mine, like he did twice in succession.

The yogic freak show last night seemed to be about tattoos; at least two full arm jobs on women, and the female instructor was also full measure in that department. (I can barely look at her). There were at least three more women with lesser arm tattoos, the scripted writing going up the arm for crissakes. The instructor said next week's class will be her last, so it is either that the next instructor and her unsightly tattoos are going to be more prominent or much less. We shall see.

Another yoga instructor feature the perps like to manipulate is the manner of the instructor's tone of speech; is the instruction delivered as more of a suggestion/request, or as an insistent command. This seems to be a big deal for the perps, as one instructor who had much more of an authoritative command type delivery only lasted one session about three years ago. Go figure.

The loathesome game of huggies in the supermarket, but this time it was my turn. After work I went SOF and a woman viticulturist I know was there and greeted me with a hug. We chatted only briefly, and as her boyfiend was there. I met her at the harvest party two weeks ago, and again, didn't get much interaction time before we were interupted. I had spoken to her at length last year, on two occasions. It would seem the perps are up to their games of limiting contact time with known associates. She is one of the few people I find conversational and interesting and we never failed to chat at length whenever we have crossed paths in vineyard jobs in the last three years.


11-22-2018
To the big city of Kelowna today, to get my IV iron transfusion, as the Good Doctor determined I was low and she also had done prior diligence in determining that I don't absorb iron. I was hoping to meet her and get some idea of how to turn this into a more quantifiable and consistent treatment regimen, rather than me phoning for my "annual" iron check up. And too, the Good Doctor wasn't very consistent this year, as I had to remind her that a ferritin test was inadequate, and she had to re-test me for other iron parameters. As to what they all are and their relative levels I don't know, nor am I any the wiser as to how the results were interpreted. I had to remind her last year of the same thing. So yes, the Good Doctor is losing her status IMHO, though she deserves full credit for disposition for action.

Curiously, I didn't get to see the Good Doctor this time, and only the recently hired nurse administered the IV feed. And the price went up $100 from last year, so I felt a little miffed that I didn't get to articulate my need to get this whole deal down to a more predictable schedule. The last twice I had the iron IV, the office staff babes popped by to check up on me, presumably in place of the doctor, as the process takes over an hour. The nurse did check up on me, but wasn't nearly as attractive though.

I went early to the big city to the tool supply store N of town and got a 1/8" round over router bit after three weeks of promises from the boss man as it is holding up completion of our chair rail installation at the hospital construction site. I was just plain fed up in other words, as he had already travelled to Kelowna twice in the last two weeks and failed to get the router bit as promised.

I got back to the hospital construction site at 1230h, and lo, if someone from the crew, who (unexpectedly) took a day off with the boss man in Kelowna last week, didn't also "happen" to be getting the same router bit as stated by the boss man. No good deed goes unpunished, sabotaged, compromised, duplicated or otherwise interfered with. As it "happened", the boss texted the co-worker in time and he did not get the router bit, and loaded up on purchasing a large number of tools for his own use. A curious "coincidence" I find, given the perps interest in sending others I am working with to the same stores, (this time a hours' drive away) and of course, engaging in financial transactions (for similar items, e.g. tools). Said co-worker was there in the big city last week, and didn't get any tools then, and had a day off two days beforehand. All too odd IMHO. And if I have a tool fetish, one can be sure the perps have long arranged this for whatever reasons they have in this.

And what is with the perps arranging finger cuts of late? I have had three in the last week, and the last most was most odd as I did not run my finger into anything sharp. Yesterday it was an obvious jerkaround; I had used a chisel while kneeling on the floor, and then placed it 12" from where I was using my R hand, and lo, if my L hand didn't inexplicably move for no purpose and get run into the chisel. I was absolutely pissed, as it was a blatant mind fuck stunt. And it "happened" at the same location of last week where the aforementioned curious cause finger cut erupted. The perps just love to arrange blood "samples" as I call them, usually arranging blood to drop onto the floor or nearby objects.

Another imperative of the perp assholes is to slow things up, and bloodletting with arranged finger cuts also serves that purpose. On both occasions, I was in the groove, efficiently attending to something that I know how to do well, and then the assholes struck with a finger cut to then break up the continuity and sense of purpose. Meaning that I had to go to the office and clean it up, and put on a band-aid. Like what the fuck for?

Other continuity disruptions this week were when guys came by with innocuous reasons, as in lame questions, when I was in the groove and getting on with end banding. I was using the router and the new bit to get the plastic imitation wood grain pieces made up that go on the exposed ends of the MDF chair rails, finally attending to this pointless (IMHO) imposed delay that the boss man invoked in spite of his avowed interest in finishing this particular job. My regular co-worker for the chair rails, the passive-aggressive Russian emigre mentioned in past posts, also came by to run his hand over the routed pieces I had made up. Funny that, with the perps longstanding interest in cutting tools, from knives onward, and he shows up, when he was busy on another assignment that kept him fully occupied. Even more curious was that he later came by to sweep up the plastic chips that had spewed from the routers over the prior two hours I was in the cutting room. It has been most unlike him to do any sweeping or cleaning, especially if it was for me.

Anti-metal music here, aka bluegrass-like; I won't vouch for the lyrics, but to hear good music and see such accomplished performers having so much fun is too hard to resist giving this a link. David Rawlings Machine as they like to call themselves; Hot Corn, Cold Corn needs some lyrical translation for this northerner, but I play it most nights of late.

Enough for a post for the week I think, even if the multitude of workplace gangstalkers is so predictable in "arriving" when I turn corners or enter or exit the building. Also, elevator egress (of me, and my gangstalkers) are a big deal for the perps, something that they taught me early when all this insane abuse rained (or reigned) down 04-2002 and hasn't let up. Suddenly, all manner of folks just plain "forgot" normal elevator etiquette of letting the passengers out before entering and started piling in to prevent my egress and/or to bump into me on purpose.

In support of this activity, they even pulled an obvious teleportation job a few months ago at this work site, mentioned in a posting at the time, where the guy (supposed tradesman) gets out on one floor and then "somehow" shows up on the next higher floor getting on, with no conventional discernible means or available time to pull this off. That he was wearing a backpack and had it pushed into me (due to the small elevator and high passenger load) added to his perp cred. The perps like to arrange backpacks to back into me, the usual ploy being that the wearer feigns obliviousness of their extended depth. Another past common location for this stunt is public transportation, aided by the buses being peculiarly busy for that time of day and direction.

Read Some, Sleep Plenty

04-02-2018
I read some more of the "Venona Secrets", a book about the players and spies who were uncovered by a three year security lapse that allowed some of the USSR diplomatic transmission codes to be decoded, though not all of them. Each day after work I pick it up and after 10 -20 minutes of reading, I either fall asleep in my chair, or else get hit with a nap attack. Let me be clear, if you have any interest in spy activity in the last 60 years, especially with respect to WWII and the Cold War, this is a fascinating read. And all the more illustrative of how personal politics was married to political treason, even at the senior influence level of FDR's cabinet.

Today, I got hit with a 2.5 nap attack after reading this book for 15 minutes, which is in keeping with the perps hitting me with nap attacks after starting a new book. I got this book a week ago, as a result of having a long standing interest in all things clandestine, doubtless a perp managed interest since their covert influencing has been apparent (in hindsight) since perhaps the days I learned to read, or even from birth. And as usual, I was no in a sleep deficit situation, so I have no idea as to why I needed so much sleep. And too, this seemed to be strategic as I missed my yoga class some 4 blocks away. Well done assholes.

Back in 2012, after taking a 3 month viticulture course, I purchased a used viticulture book which is a classic of the discipline. I read some 30 pages and then got nailed for a 5 hour nap attack (all time nap attack duration) immediately afterward, in mid afternoon. As usual, I was not running a sleep deficit, so I can only assume this was remotely invoked, something they can do with singular ease I have come to find in nearly 16 years of this overt invasion since 04-2002.

As to why nap attacks are scripted immediately following reading a new book I have no idea, though the planted notion is about "channeling the author", or some kind of psychic interaction with the author while reading their work. (They also like me to read biographies). Well perhaps, and all the more interesting for the perps that some authors are alive, some are long gone, and of course, combinations thereof with co-authors. The real deal is that I don't give a shit; I just want to be left alone, now, and for good. This basic and normal desire just isn't permitted with this ongoing tyranny of remotely invasive technologies and the psychopathic agenda that runs it. Call it in-situ nonconsensual human experimentation, though there have been plenty of experiences of other victims, (and putatively myself when aged 2 to 5, the memory deleted years), where they have been hauled into hospitals on flimsy rationales, and never to come out the same. The Duplessis Orphans is one example, and that occurred at the same time frame and in the same Canadian province when I lived in Montreal, Quebec during the above mentioned memory deleted years. And I am not the only one to experience this then at the same city.....

04-03-2018
Another day of tying down vines in the vineyard, and a bitter cold it was, even if not freezing. My hands were plenty cold in the morning, and the perps laid of finger fumbling and finger freezing (imposed inaction) plenty enough to infuriate me, often near row ends in keeping with their long standing practice. I just cannot stand it when my finger control isn't my own; what the assholes get from dithering my finger control is beyond me, but any kind of frustrated action is just their cup of tea. All the better that it is sudden and unexpected. es. George Bush's attempting to open a locked door as a classic perp stunt, here on Youtube.

04-04-2018
Another day of tiresome vine tying using wire and the Kuker tying device. My fingers are raw from this exercise and I have at least 4 acres to go. I went home at lunch time to go to the bathroom as the winery is locked as no one is there. I got the "usual" phalanx of  gangstalking vehicles around me anytime I go into town during my normal work day. (Insufficient warm clothes (getting caught out), doctor's appointments etc.) I even got the RCMP in two adjacent vehicles beside me at a stoplight, and of course, got the trains of oncoming vehicles to thwart my L turn, a perp classic. I reckon the traffic is worthy of a city 10x the size whenever I head out on these rare mid-work day sorties.

That wasn't all; the landscapers "happened" to be working around my place, and parked in my usual spot, in keeping with the parking games the perps like to stage.

Ditto the parking games first thing this morning: I roll into the winery parking lot, about 20 vehicle size, and there is a truck with two day-glos inside the cab, and the truck is blocking all the finished parking lot, and a red vehicle is parked exactly where I park my vehicle each morning this week. Like WTF; it turns out they were part of the road crew to direct traffic around the boom truck servicing the nearby power lines, yet again. This would be at least the sixth time this year at this location (Upper Bench Road), and counting. And we know who loves to place boom trucks around the victim, don't we? So this metallic deep red vehicle, a perp standard color for vehicle stalking, parked in my usual location all day. Like WTF; weren't they worried that their vehicle might get towed from private property when they had no business to be there? Not in perp organized hell it would seem, where impunity is de rigeur.

04-05-2018
Rain today, and a cold rain, and a direct hit on those working outside needing fine motor control, such as us vineyard workers who are tying down the vines. My hands were very cold doing this work, and at break, after phoning the foreman, I went to the other vineyard to dig weeds. I warmed up doing this job, and too much as it unfolded, and sweated (or more like, was forced to sweat), so when the foreman took me off this after two hours, I got cold again. Well done; I wasn't allowed to be warm all day, even with sufficient clothing to resist it.

And what is it about weeding the perps don't like me to do for more than two hours or so? Last week, just when I thought I would be weeding for six hours, starting after the morning break, the boss man interrupts me after lunch and wants me on rock picking with the others. Lets be clear; the weeding at this vineyard is not onerous, and not nearly the effort it was last year at the prior vineyard. And it is a good way to stay warm in this cool spring.

And the strangest dreams of late; IT (my former vocation) related no less, after a forced (by this Psychopathic Fuckover) absence of nearly 16 years. One dream, I was developing requirements for additional reporting on totals and status of the work. Another, I was dealing with my former business manager boss. In fact, these specific details were 19 years ago for crissakes. Who has that (long ago) knowledge but me?

04-07-2018
Saturday, and I chose to work at the 2012-14 employer to help him out as he is behind in getting his vineyard work done. He doesn't have any excuses, though many larger vineyards do, as the Mexican temporary visa workers have been delayed this year. None around yet, though I did see one two blocks from my place on the way home this evening. Exactly what he was doing in town, rather than being on a farm, was peculiar, though putting on the gangstalk strut comes to mind. And exactly why all the Mexican workers have been delayed is also rather odd; they have been doing this tax subsidized (yes!) program for 10 years in these here parts, and the paper work starts in November, the prior calendar year, so I have no idea as to why this slowdown has erupted. I am beginning to suspect that all visa and immigration offices are highly governed by the Psychopathic Confederacy, though to what end, besides brown skin color games, I have no idea.

I got hit with a 2 hour nap attack this evening; long enough to put a serious dent in my plans, as I had a recently acquired video to view. Said video is to replace the DVD that mysteriously locked up and won't get past this one particular frame, even if it worked fine for about 8x.

Today's vineyard work was ugly; the rain kept up until 1300h, and I was cold the rest of the day. I am doing tying down, which means no gloves to afford the fine motor skills needed to do the work. I have yet to understand why vineyards in these here parts don't make use of more automated devices. Expense perhaps, but the buds are now getting wooly, so there isn't time to lose.

And wonders of wonders; after 5 months of side effects from the radiotherapy on my prostate cancer that finished 12-2017, the bowel leaking issues did not occur today. I thought it would never end, but for today, one day's respite, and hopefully more. I did not want to do the gamma ray conformed beam radiation therapy as it has this side effect (among others), but not having $85kUSD sitting around to do proton beam therapy meant that I had to accept the public plan. Which to be fair, is quite good for cancer treatments, and the staff and equipment at Kelowna are top notch. I am still wearing an extra 10lb from the episode, but if the side effects improvement noted today continues, I will call it done.

RIP Oppo? Yes apparently (dated April 02, 2018); no more new product development. I find this absolutely astounding that they made some of the best audio gear at reasonable prices, and now they are ending all new production, only doing maintenance. There is something weird here; normally most business look to selling to someone else if they want to bail out, but not this time, just fading to black. Yes, I own an Oppo  BD 105D multi-disc player, and I bought it because I know that discs aren't going away, despite all the current streaming hype. One simply cannot find the content on streaming that exists on DVD or other discs. And besides, it looks after the audio side too, so my stereo and computer can play through the same sound system. This "feature" hasn't really dawned on most of the audio equipment world, and they are now bypassing discs and chasing the streaming features only. A dark day for audiophilia.

04-08-2018
A day of vineyard work at the 2012-2014 employer, helping him out with his tardy vineyard work. It wasn't all the wretched tie-downs today; I helped the regular Albanian girl to get the water system up and running. That is, get the 4" water line running through the trees, near a creek, and get it secured so the water flows through. Back in 2014 when I attended to this, it took many weeks as the pipe had split and broken in places. A relative piece of cake today, but there may be surprises yet. The usual adage always goes in this state of escalated and imposed adversity; "it was too easy...".

Thankfully, none of the driving rain of yesterday, and it was even brightening up such that I felt comfortable with my headphones on and my DAP playing. This too, is a highly managed event, and the perps have a long and dedicated history of sabotaging music listening; either the player, its volume, song or artist selection or just plain killing it for no apparent reason. Though true to form, they put on a low flying A-Star helicopter fly over after about 30 minutes of listening. They like pounding aircraft noise through my headphones, often within the first hour of listening.

No such luck as a repeat on yesterday's one day of freedom from the effects of radiotherapy from prostate treatment that finished 12-2017. I knew at the time the assholes would exploit the side effects profile of this kind of treatment, and they did. Hence my attraction to proton beam therapy mentioned above. IMHO, all of this NEVER would of happened if the assholes hadn't intervened and obstructed my successful ADD treatment in 04-2002, which boosted my dopamine, which mediates one's immune system. Just to think, they had this one planned 15 years ago.

Which comes to mind; as of next weekend, it will be the 16th anniversary of their apartment invasion which kicked off this non-stop abuse-athon of hell. And as I see it, just one more week before this colossal 4 month bullshit stream of planted notions ceases. Said planted notions relate to their relentless mental intrusion indicated that they are going to cease hostilities. Every few years they put me through this, and this year they have gone on for much longer and with significantly greater intensity than ever before. To which I say; I will believe it when I see it, otherwise leave me the fuck alone.

And no indications that they are backing off either; I get non-stop masers around me, and they have even ramped it up to fake ants crawling on the walls etc, as this is the season they are out and visible. Another regular maser event is them passing a maser, a grayish blob of 4mm or so, through the toilet paper as it unrolls off the roll. The maser just sits there while successive sheets pass by. All too fascinating for sick minds, never mind the constant and abiding privacy invasion.

Another two hour nap attack after reading the Venona Files again, same as last night. The whole spy world scenario makes one's head spin as to the dedicated deception and perfidy that goes on with such relentless government direction, particularly the Soviet Union. And just to think, they owe their relative success to the weak minded fools that believed in their system, and ironically, capitalism (!). They stole atomic weapon secrets, missile proximity fuses, infra-red missile guidance targeting, neutron bomb diagram (Chinese), and so many other technologies from the West. And they started spying on foreign governments in 1920 for crissakes. And it is unlikely they have ever let up, even now.

Bigger Smoke

07-31-2017
Very smokey from forest fires today; apparently from Montana and BC this time. Which of course dropped the sunlight levels, and temperatures. It was to be 32C today, but I doubt it wasn't more than 28C. And of course, diminished light levels, something the perps just love to do.

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

08-01-2017
Plenty of smoke in the air again; all in keeping with having full sun but attenuated light penetration. Plus the early morning reddish-orange-ish glow gets on my nerves for some reason. Decades ago, the then-wife purchased some 5 year warranty incandescent light bulbs which had an orange-pink glow. I couldn't stand them, and she seemed pissed that I replaced them with a white color temperature bulb in a week or so. I am sure that wasn't a coincidence. If I like white light, that is, high color temperature bulbs, then why is it a long running hassle to get and keep them?

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

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

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

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

08-02-2017
I got to work on my own today, only the French guy was there, and in another part of the vineyard. Almost on my own; a boom truck arrived with three day-glo linesmen and proceeded to work on the pole some 40' away. I have long remarked on the proliferation of boom trucks on the gangstalking show, and here they were, doing some legit looking work next to my vineyard activities. Then in the afternoon, they continued to the next pole and replaced it with a metal one and transferred all the connections and hardware to the new pole. Anyhow, they ran the boom truck engine long enough that I didn't bother listening to music through my headphones all day.

08-03-2017
Another day of smokey skies; continuing the local dimming project it would seem, when it would of been scorching hot (35C), but was moderately hot (30C).

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

08-05-2017
What was the deal last night over leg cramps? I go to bed earlier at 2030h, and then the assholes pummel me with leg cramps for the next three hours, keeping me awake all the time of course.
 
Saturday, and a day off for a three day weekend. It is called BC Day here, and a month ahead of Labor Day. All kinds of local activities are on, though I usually avoid them, crowd clusterfucks being the norm. The boss man didn't seem to want me to work this weekend, even if the single mom will be working the Monday. Just one of those things it seems, where the schedule is planned ahead, and I submit.

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

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

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

08-08-2017
Sunday, and a hike to McIntyre bluff, and still smokey skies. Some four parties coming down while I was uphill bound, all seeming to have at least one member with a red T-shirt. Curiously, no one coming my way when downhill bound. I see the adjacent farm's 12" water mainline was dug up while traversing the vineyard, some 4' down. The perps have a never ending need for me to witness, touch, repair or otherwise become involved in water supply or irrigation issues, (or the water supply I drink from), so this wasn't anything new. And thanks to the smokey skies, no tanning happened.

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

08-07-2017
Monday, the holiday day here in BC. Continuing smokey skies, again, getting the heat without the light, the ongoing experiment in "local dimming". Perhaps to map to global dimming in some respects.

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

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

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

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

New Crown

04-04-2017
My new tooth crown was fitted today, amounting to a $1350 bill in total. The dentist had some trouble fitting it in and hovered over me at length to get it adjusted. She was attempting to install it without freezing, but that didn't work, and so a delay over that as well, waiting for the anesthetic agent to kick in. Said tooth represents nearly the last of the infernal mercury amalgam fillings that I was nailed with from the 1960's. One more small amalgam filling that the dentist says is "stable" that will be $230 to fill with their current resin technology filling material. Sometimes I think they should have a billing meter overhead on the ceiling of the dentist's office so one can see how fast it is adding up. Kind of like those government deficit counters one sees in many places, and online of course. In that unlikely event, I am sure the dentist would do more reaching over me than ever to block such billing visibility.

And in the process I see that she got a wonderful tan over spring break. The perps like sending their abettors to get brown, hence the guy that started at work for a week and then took a week off to get a tan in Mexico. No wonder they like to place Mexican farm workers near me. And all the better they can have their abettors get close and touch me in the course of their professional duties. Even more than a hair stylist.

The dental appointment was for 1300h, and so was able to return to vineyard work. And the perps pulled a massive weather change when I arrived back. The morning was warm but overcast, but when I got back the wind was blowing at least 40kph and it was cold. Back on with the ski jacket. No rain thankfully.

At the end of the day on my way back there was a massive vehicular gangstalking, and they also had two white colored helicopters on patrol, even keeping them aloft for me to "happen" to see them from inside my place once back. One was a EC 135, and the other was an AStar, also made by EC (Euro Copter), circulating overhead.

This evening I was lured out to talk to a former work mate who is also in the headphone distribution business. I tried two models, and naturally, liked the most expensive (by 3x) pair. I shall have to reconsider my new headphone "need", as always, perp planted, orchestrated and governed. And my history, again, highly governed, orchestrated and sabotaged, with headphones is that they "somehow" fall apart and need repairs. That goes back 40 years. And who knows, it could all be a ruse to have me go out with my new crown (read, electromagnetic properties) and put new electromagnetic devices (headphones) on my head. The perps like to lure me away from my place at certain times, and holding a day job won't do it all the time for them.

04-05-2017
Just finished reading, "The Man Without a Face:  the Unlikely Rise of Vladimir Putin" by Masha Gessen. What a book, and a great insight on all what ails Russia, and of course, the central personality who reigns there. And the nasty retributive politics are quite something out of this Western world. A sobering reminder of how the thin veneer of civility we have. And what a perp heaven Russia must be; demonstrations, detentions, summarily shutting down businesses and all that chaos and disruption they so like. And too, the past "collectivization" of Soviet Union where ownership was stripped from individuals and companies; the perps just love to manipulate (and monitor) ownership, and related to that, financial transactions. By my reckoning, it has been one VERY costly non-consensual human experiment, and it is still going on, just not as visible.

Another day of tying down vines, and plenty of perp fuckery to go with it; pulling the tying tool from my hands at least 10x, and pulling the wire or cane from my hand, breaking the wire (if it gets too twisted up), tangling the wire, knocking buds off the cane, freezing up my fingers and very often, one hassle followed by another by another. Fuckery and sabotage is best delivered (from the perps' insane abusive perspective), in threes or fours; drop the tool, break the wire, have the cane flip out from one's hands etc. The more fine motor control task actions, the more sabotage and thereby, greater victim (me) infuriation can be inflicted.

And windy and cold most of the day; still ski coat and toque weather. Though the toque thing is likely to discourage me from wearing headphones and listening to music all day. The perps have put on a concerted effort to disrupt music listening over the nearly 15 years of this abusive hell. They can drop the volume level of the player by remote means; possibly for the purpose of limiting the electromagnetic activity at one's head, or whatever other remote neural monitoring fuckery they are up to. There is no question they like to use music to map deeper into the human brain, all the way to psychic levels I would posit.

04-06-2017
Light rain at the vineyard, getting heavier all of a sudden after lunch. Some coffee and doughnuts were planned for 1200h, just at lunch break, but that got delayed. So... I put my blue rain pants on at the end of lunch break and lo, if all four of the other crew members didn't get a text to say that come to the winery where the coffee and doughnuts are and wait out the rain. They told me on the way back. I wasn't the first time I have been left out of the loop on a crew job, just me, and it won't be the last. (See below).

And it is the third time in three in the last year, where I put on the rain pants and the job gets stopped. Too much rain for vineyard workers apparently, though from my forestry background I find this laughable. So we sit and chat in the winery for 20 minutes with the coffee and doughnuts with the gorgeous woman (dressed in a light brown coat) who runs the tasting room, as she delivered them. But as the rain is keeping up, the crew boss decides to stop work for the afternoon and we are to make up the time on Saturday. So... what is it about wearing these blue rain pants, (or any), that the perps need to stop the job? In this case they added brown liquid (coffee) and brown glazed doughnuts, along with the brown coated feminine visage. Not forgetting that I drove home afterward in my brown interior-ed vehicle. And two more laughers; two broadside in traffic stunts on the way home. The Fuckwit that proceeds to cross the street with his pick up truck and stops in mid-street as there is nowhere for him to go. I was about to take a picture of this fantastic idiocy and "somehow" the perps fumbled my fingers and had the screen die out, and lo, the traffic finally moved on. Only a block later another Fuckwit in a pick up pulls the same deal, this time on a back street, causing me to wait in mid-street until the idiot show finds his driveway.

A phone call from an E. Indian (from India that is), interested in my Toyota Camry for sale. First it is meet in two days at my place, then her "friends" can meet me this afternoon, but I said that I would be going out shopping and could she confirm when this would happen. Then in the next call, "since you are going shopping can me meet at a store", though not in those words as her English was mediocre. I get another call, and so it is for sure, and I tell her three times it is the west side of the SOF parking lot. I drive there for the appointed time, and what a holy vehicular gangstalking it is, and with plenty of pit-lamping headlights that is all the rage of late. I am waiting in the parking lot and for some mysterious reason a 22' white public transit bus pulls into the parking stalls, only two away and sits there for five minutes. Like WTF; there is a proper bus stop with a passenger shelter in the parking lot within our respective sightlines, and here this deranged driver (it seems to me) situates a passenger bus in the public parking lot for no apparent reason. No passengers to get on or off or other seeming genuine purpose. He eventually departs and within a few minutes I see three E. Indians wandering around in the parking lot on their cell phone, and sure enough, I get a call from them. One has a red jacket on, another yellow, and the third a mid-grey hoodie with orange stripes. Talk about a perp-made set up; how many times have I lamented the extra-obvious bright red and yellow color combinations, and here they send a neutral colored one into the mix. They look at the vehicle, the grey hoodie one sits in it and starts it up, and they jabber away in Punjabi. After ten minutes, and after refusing my offer for them to drive it, they say they will phone me tomorrow. As in no sale, having not even driven it for crissakes. So what was that all about? Meet the brown skinned people after the prerequisite wait time after having coffee (per above), and/or prior driving in a brown interior vehicle? Another ridiculous brownstalking stunt IMHO.

Then onto SOF, with the three E. Indians leading me into the mall having parked on the west side, but not into the SOF supermarket thankfully. And as it "happened" there was a major ambulatory cluster fuck inside SOF as they were opening their wine section for the very first day. I never go shopping there at 1645h; 2000h or later when there is much less gangstallking action. Even the security guard there, (a ridiculous arrangement for a store section opening IMHO), got into the act by adroitly stepping into my path without having seen me coming. Somehow the fuckers just know when to step in my way sight unseen while I am noiselessly approaching. And this perp-patented move suddenly erupted 04-2002 and hasn't let up. Which is why I never go out to busy places as it "happens" every time. Sooo... I got sucked into a no-seeming vehicle sale in mid-afternoon, after being let off work early, and then into a store during the height of its busy time, extra busy in fact with the opening of the wine section, all seeming to continue the "brown action" in human form, after getting set up with ingested liquid brown coffee.

Then another visit to another grocery store as SOF's grocery section sucks so bad, and plenty more in-store gangstalking there, and then into the parking lot where trains of vehicles suddenly arrived to clusterfuck me in attempting to leave the parking lot. Then more vehicular gangstalking trains on the way home. Then to top it off, the back-alley perp station (house) started up their infernal HD motorcycles again, this time three of them (up from the usual two). Then at least four more rounds of this racket over the next hour when making dinner, also another high perp fuckover event.

04-07-2017
Rain this morning, enough to have work cancelled. Which means it must be made up on the weekend. Which means it screws with my part time weekend work plans. Well done.

To fill in the time I decide to go to the tanning salon as I "forgot" for the past two weeks. And lo, if they didn't put a white boom truck backing out onto the street ahead of me, in the next residential block. A major vehicular gangstalk scene on the way, and another white boom truck when I turned into the plaza. First he was N bound and in my way, and I had to wait. Once I parked, he "happened" to be S bound and again, forced me to wait near my vehicle until he completed his back-and-forth in front of me. Why these heavy vehicles are so important to the gangstalking scene is beyond me. In fact, it is any dense material load/object. Once they arranged a Fuckwit on the street towing a pallet jack with a safe strapped to it. Absurd as it is consistent.

Then in the tanning salon two shiftless males were loitering there, putting on the faux nonchalance. Extra obvious Fuckwits for whatever reason. Perhaps they want to register my loathing of males doing squat, a long running theme it seems. At least they didn't jointly close in on me, another patented Fuckwit trait.

The boss man asked if I could start work at 1200h as the rain had abated and I said yes. So I hurried home, made lunch and then set off to work. By then it was pissing rain again. One other worker was there, waiting in his vehicle for some strange reason, until I got out. Anyhow, even with the rain dissipating, and then coming back in an hour, we got an afternoon's work done. All this disruption over having me get a tan before going to work. For the perps it must be priceless data.

The E. Indians didn't phone back about my Camry for sale, so it would seems yesterday's red-yellow clothing on brown people clown show was the real purpose. If I loathe bright yellows and reds and browns, what could be more interesting from the perps' perspective than having this combination hanging around me and my vehicle, and even sitting in it.

04-08-2017
Worked in the regular vineyard this Saturday, a make-up day for the recent rain outs. And why am I the last to know what the fuck was going on? I was led to believe the make up day would be Sunday, but I also had to make up 1.5 hours for the above mentioned dental appointment, which was arranged to be today. And lo, the other crew members and then the crew boss show up too at 0800h. I ask about the plan, and he tells me today is the make up day. Like WTF; everyone else knew but me. [Update; I got "forgetted" after re-reading the above]. Thankfully I had brought my lunch along, as I was expecting to depart for the part time vineyard job. I will had to phone to make arrangement changes, as today was the only make-up day, and tomorrow I will do the part time job. And what is the perps' obsession over changing appointment times? It "happens" 10x the formal normal rate before all this hell rained down 04-2002, and has never let up.

And what is it about dropping me off lists, mailing lists, accounts etc. that so interests the perps? I cannot count the number of seemingly normal people who dropped me off their email lists where they do blanket send outs. Then Linked In dropped me off without notice. And the latest today is a certain online business dropped me off, finding this out when expecting to order headphones which are on for a killer price. I haven't shopped there for a two years, and lo, if they don't have my account based on the same email address. That took a few attempts to get that figured out. So I delete them from my Payee list for my online banking, and cannot create a new one. Then I phone the bank to get that straightened out. Then I see the "temporary" account is now permanent and they gave me a cryptic password I need to fix. I attempt to get to their site and now the browser has gone into an endless looped fetch so to prevent this new account login. This whole infernal hassle never would of started if they had just left my extant account alone. Or let me update the one I had.

04-09-2017
Sunday, and work at the part time vineyard. A whole six hours, but all the tying down is done. The adjacent road with the plethora of mountain bikers of last week was nearly bereft of the same crowd today, and today's weather was better. Still, I had my ski jacket on all day.

And yet again, the perps were up to their sabotage fuckery; freezing up my fingers, dropping the tool etc. And as usual, this sabotage comes in extra hard when near a row end. It is so consistent, in keeping with the extra gangstalking and vehicle pit-lamping when I change directions and proceed down a new vineyard row.

The perps let me listen to my crappy headphones for part of the afternoon, though resorting to their sabotage of headphone listening again. These headphones got "crappy" in part because the plastic headband broke up all by itself. I fixed them to some extent, but ever since the perps use this as an excuse to pull them off my ears and thereby reduce the listening volume. It never fucking ends. And just what are they going to do to interrupt my headphone listening when I get my new pair? I going to call it now; they will sabotage them and cause them to be sent back for warranty repairs, taking weeks, if not months. We shall see.

Enough trials and tribulations for a week, and time to get this posted.

Eye Exam

12-13-2016
A visit to the optometrist this morning; more lens is power needed, my astigmatism has increased. Retina health looks good. New lenses, and of course, more expenses on that one. Having me touch those instruments, putting one's chin in the rest and looking at objects with one eye, then the other, is straight out of the perp vision testing script. And plenty of male stalkers for some reason, and they even put on a fugly dread-locked negro for crissakes. It is always a sign that the stalking scene is getting intense, putting on the rare negro (and no corrective lenses on him).

This has been one expensive year with car repairs coming at me, then the supplement circus (=expense) was amped up big time when they hit me with prostate cancer in June. And to finish the year off (still two weeks to go though), this financial hit on corrective lenses, another perp stunt IMHO. And I am sure they loved the eye tests too, especially the one that tests peripheral vision, the one where the flashing bars show up on various points of the screen (for each eye) with varied timing. I am sure the ersatz stalker and stunts to test my peripheral vision exceed 500/year, now 14.5 years running.

I asked the optometrist about dopamine in the retina, being that I am on a dopamine research kick of late (for genuine related health reasons), and have a deficiency in the form of ADD. She didn't know anything about it, and then looked it up on her cell phone for crissakes. I think I have had enough cell phone stalking, but the perps don't think so. Getting information on a lighted color display in my proximity is interesting enough for them, and then add in the EMF signals supporting said information retrieval and it is perp paradise as far as victim harassment goes. In fairness, though, the average schmo looking up internet retrieval on the internet on their phone would not sense any greater plan or harassment as such.

Then afterward I got "stupidized", sending off my dopamine pee samples from yesterday without tracking, all to save $10 on postage. I paid $220 for the test, and if it doesn't make it to the lab in 30 days (pre-Christmas time volumes, note), then the pee samples will be rejected. And it takes a day in advance to change up the diet, and then a day for the testing. How fucking stupid was it to send the test kit off without tracking? I can thank the perps for that, considering that they manage every thought  and notion. Never mind that I cannot expect that anything can ever go right in this managed hell of sabotage at every turn, from finger coordination, personal health, job productivity and all other general function. Things go wrong at 100x normal since the onset of this imposed abuse-athon since 04-2002. And "somehow" I "forgot" that history too.

I am not allowed to turn anything off or on without it going wrong somehow; buttons don't work, my hand slips off the switch, my hand somehow turns the switch on then off etc. And passing through a doorway or a gate is also a big deal for the perp assholes; they constantly force me back to get things I "forgot", have objects fall from my hands at the door, make the lock or door difficult to open, or otherwise piss me off during this most pedantic function. It is hell on earth, and no way out. From long ago, they can alter the physical properties of pills so they stick in your mouth and won't go down, and dynamically mess with swallowing too. A knife thrust at one's wrist hits an invisible force field and stops without conventional cause. (Or else they control my arm and wrist and stop it that way (though it doesn't seem that way), exactly opposing my intention).

What is with the 100+ view increase per posting since June? Normally I get 40 to 80 per posting, now I get 160 to 210. I don't think I can thank the Russians or Poles this time, or at least not now, as the Google stats indicate most of my latest views come from the USA. Anyhow, not a big deal, as the Comments remain negligible, and the perps just love to spoof and otherwise sabotage productivity statistics.

An outing after sitting at home listening to music that I like (=dopamine increase), I set off at 1530h, about the time the sun sets now, mountains and all. What a gangstalking scene; extra trains of traffic, clusterfucking me at every turn, (even a 60' tractor trailer in residential streets), not using turn signals (them), and packing the parking lot at the tanning salon. No other customers there, and still the attendant had to check the bed to see that it was clean. Another senseless delay, as she knew I was coming 10 min. ahead of time. And then to top it off, she "forgot" to reset the lamp switch, so I had to get up and open the door and call out, skyclad of course. She never forgets, so what is the deal? When departing she makes out that she often forgets. Like WTF.  Another holy vehicular cluster fuck when departing, forcing me to be transverse to the lane at a red light, which could of been ameliorated had the driver in front pulled ahead, but as they were doing their "sit back" thing, they didn't budge. The "sit back" driving behavior erupted in 2003 when they let me drive again after the illegal incarceration, where waiting at traffic lights the vehicles sit back 1.5 car lengths behind the vehicle in front. Except me of course, I haven't bought into the group think/stalk behaviors, and constantly ponder why this is mass inanity is going on.

Then stopping at Staples to find that inkjet cartridges went up 50%, so screw that, I will try one of those recycler places again. Though in the past, their stuff didn't work. So who knows, in the Fuckover-fraught hassles of printing and ink, this might be another round where they need to test recycled ink, now 5 years later. I had my usual stalker in the parking lot, the Fuckwit getting out of his parked vehicle just to tail me in, with another to take over once I got inside. Tag team gangstalking is nothing new, as is the obvious aforementioned Fuckwit sitting a parked car who then "decides" to tail me when I exit my car. Then a dithering dipshit at the exit between the two sets of doors, the pondering-the-reciept act; been there, done that. Said Fuckwit pulled it together to then advance-stalk me out of the doors and into the parking lot. What is it with the Fuckwit dress code of wearing a red jacket and medium brown pants?

I had one such dressed stalking Fuckwit stalk me for four encounters in one store last week, and then I depart to make a rare visit to Walmart, getting skunked. Then I go to an alternative store to find the same item, and lo, if the same red-jacket-with-brown-pants Fuckwit wasn't there again. Too many coincidences, and all the more noticeable with these fugly get ups.

And lo, if the boom truck boys weren't in the alley when I came to park; they have been putting up cable on the nearby service posts all day, and lo, if they didn't happen to be now situated around my usual parking spot. And lo, if the accompanying pickup truck wasn't full of cardboard boxes, presumably containing the parts they are connecting to the lines above. And too, perhaps this is the warm up for me to change my internet service in the next few months, and to provide more close up advance exposure to the boom truck, cable and the parts in brown cardboard boxes. Strange that they were working in the near dark at 1630h. Or is it a warm up as my mother wants me to "help" her change her TV and internet service to the once-monopoly phone company when I make it to Victoria next week. The normal TV cable provider has been supplying her such terrible signal for the last two years, as the image is coming in smeared too often. The little that I know about image processing tells me that they are doing some signal compression games and not fully de-compressing it at the modem end (or on the line, given how much gear is hanging from the service pole outside her house).

Onto another perp theme, information service sabotage, monitoring and how information gets to me, and what color the cables are, what kind of metal (silver colored at this end), the whole epistemology of information in all its facets. The perps are consumed with how I get information; verbally, visually in person (even if I copy the cute yoga instructor or another (often not-so-cute obese yogi)), from books, posters, radio, TV etc., and now of course, online via the internet in all its facets, pages, video, audio only etc, Additionally the perps are consumed as to technical delivery methods; EMF signal (satellite), copper, aluminum or optical fiber is used, along with the plethora of sheathing options, color being one. Even satellite dish color seems important. Perhaps this new cable they are putting up in the alley is optical fiber, as this particular company promotes it so much, and their TV signal is wonderfully sharp and detailed. And so it goes, now 14.5 years of this insane abuse-athon, with an unmet agenda that spans the world, perhaps larger. Metastatic cancer would be a blessing; cut the expense and get the fuck out of here.

12-14-2016
I was awakened at 0700h for some reason, and no night time awakening due to a urination need, or leg cramps. I haven't understood why these problems of the last two months have abated in the last week, as the perps have had me "forget" to take my magnesium and L-tyrosine consistently for the last two weeks. And these were the very supplements that (barely) relieved the problem. But they did get me up early (no alarm) for a reason. Someone was on the other side of the wall in this carriage house, which is curious, as the landlord hasn't anything of concern there. Once I got up, it was a "day glo", aka, high-viz vested person immediately outside my bedroom window. And lo, if they didn't pound on the wall and then apply a hammer drill once I was up. As it turned out, it was the resumption of yesterday's boom truck boys, now with two of them, and continuing with their cabling overhead, and now to individual residences, even if I don't have any wired services from them. They put up a sign in the alley near their trucks to indicate that it was fiber optic service installation, so no doubt the telephone marketing is going to start soon.

I ventured outside into the cold to get my hair cut downtown at the student hair dressing school. The stylist was decided large, but very personable and chatty. Nice that sometimes I am not given the freak treatment and the associated over-acting that goes with it.

12-15-2016
 Another outing to do shopping; what a gangstalking cluster fuck at LD. They even had some Fuckwit somehow pull the particleboard back panel off the nearby blood pressure test device, not that I ever use those things as it makes me captive and then the gangstalkers surge around me.

Later, a final crew meeting, more to the point, we got paid at the bar. And food too, and for some reason I was eating like a pig. Anyhow, nice to see everyone in street clothes instead of 

12-16-2016
Another folly Fuckover event was going to the doctor's office, the walk-in clinic as getting a regular GP isn't allowed it seems. A surge of patients ahead of me at 1015h (been there, done that), so 1.5 hours later I get to see the guy. All for a test requisition and some banter and off I go for lunch. Then a blood draw, and then to the ATM to deposit two checks, and back to my residence where I got serious about vacuum cleaning, another perp obsession. And think about it; the perps are obsessed about financial transactions, and they scripted a blood draw immediately afterward. (After screwing me out of depositing the check last night when I was passing by).

12-17-2016
Saturday, laundry beckoned, and so off to the laundromat. A slack Saturday for sure; maybe I will get my 2016 papers organized for the first time as it seems to have been a problem all year.

And in fact, the page view statistics have finally caught up with the geographic source map, and indeed, it is the Russians who again have such a profound interest in this out-there blog. Welcome, and I hope you enjoy it, and if you need any translation help I will be happy to help. Just drop me a comment, publication refusal requests will be honored.

Sorting paper files tonight, and even those of 2015. And plenty of distractions to keep the papers and file folders on the floor for the afternoon and into the evening. This wouldn't be the first time the perps have dithering and protracting this exercise. And for one who absolutely loathes one piece of paper not in its place, this is truly and mind-fuck travesty/intervention of the first and worst order. Thankfully they are letting me play music all the while this remotely applied neural intervention plays out.

12-18-2016
A stay-at-home day today, a rare instance. But getting papers sorted and then finally, after a 6 month interval, I get to put my disc player back in the server rack where it was intended to be all this time. That it had to sit beside it for so long is curious to me, as it was there before, and another server rack change up had it sit adjacent, but still connected to the amp, speakers and computer.

And I finally joined the rest of the world and got my PC to play through the audio speaker system today, instead of being a sole headphone user, as I have been all the time I have owned a PC until now. Youtube has become TV channel in essence. Nothing new for most folks, but in this trial of relentless adversity, having me years behind everyone else somehow suits the agenda for whatever reason. (And likely related to information sources and through what equipment, wires and speakers etc.)

No semi-regular TI call tonight, so maybe it is all off.  Anyhow, time to get this posted for the week, dull as it has been, but a welcome week off.

Walking Straight

01-29-2012
A nothing-much-happening weekend, as my big plans were to take up the offer of a vineyard to come by and do pruning. And lo, if the owners weren't out of town this weekend. Back to hanging around and reading viticulture books.

But I did get out to purchase an inexpensive Blu-Ray player, replete with the dude-force arriving on my heels, some six of them, when I was at the cashier. I have no idea why so many strange dudes need to keep arriving everytime I purchase something, but this has been consistent since 2002 when the assholes first struck. If I don't like the look of someone, particularly shiftless males who seem at a loose end for no apparent reason, (or, alternatively, in ridiculous public poses), I don't understand why this near-ten year long insane and abusive pogrom has been inflicted on me.

But progress is measured in baby steps, as they have now allowed me to watch movies on DVD or video in my own place no less, something they have been managing me for over 15 years. Though I have watched movies at other person's places until the Day of Abusive Infamy struck, when all my supposed friends scattered. Though they did allow me to purchase some 15 movies in DVD or Blu-ray over two years ago, and with the exception of one of them, they did not allow me to view them. Most of them are unopened, as it was clear that the assholes weren't going to let me watch them, sabotaging the drive, Windows Media Player and anything else along the technological chain. Even this player I purchased today was on the heels of them fucking the PC drive two days ago and defeating the sound. So..., back to the sensible way of skipping the wretched sabotage-prone PC altogether and getting a dedicated device to play discs through the 40" TV I have in this suite.

A series of phone calls tonight, one being the ex, saying she is coming up next week to reclaim the vehicle and return it to my mother. Well, my mother didn't say that she needed the vehicle, and she was on the phone only 30 minutes beforehand. And neither of them has asked me how I am going to get around and do shopping, let alone job searching and getting to my vineyard practicum site in March. Just more stupid shit from the FUDsters.

But the perps weren't letting me walk straight today when in my suite; often making me pivot to regain my balance and torquing my knee. And we know about that particular torture don't we, usually applied when I am seated or else in bed. Now they have re-started it, now when I am walking. Fucking insane that they have re-instated this particular torture.

01-30-2012
A strange turn of events; the class registration listed the VIT 22 course restarting on Feb. 01 (Wednesday), the the WINE 21 course ending on Jan. 27 (Friday). Ergo, no seeming class on the following Monday, Jan. 30. I "decided" (read, mind fuck) to go to the College about 30 min. before class start time to return a library book just to make sure there was no class. One of the classmates "happened" to be coming past, and I asked him, and he said he was sure there was, and looked in his course binder and Jan. 30 was written in. So there was a class then.

At the time the class schedule was reviewed by the instructor, he seemed to be confusing events, a quiz on Jan. 31, and some mention of Jan. 30, but nothing that I took in at the time. So.. I ended up in class when I didn't expect to, planning tanning and studying next for the quiz on Jan. 31.

As it happened, one of the students was there all day today, and the instructor mentioned it out loud. I wondered if he got his wires crossed like I did. Of course I am not allowed the more conspiratorial take I have in retrospect, as I write this. And as it "happened", one of the class went to the library at lunch time and saw the missing student, but didn't tell him that he was missing a class. (Classes are all day long). Like WTF; he totally spaced out, not realizing the context, and not even having the notion of aiding a fellow student, even if the instructor did ponder out loud as to where the missing student was. So it would seem, this being the conspiratorial/perp perspective, that they wanted one student to be in an adjacent building (a 60' direct line) for the entire day of the class he would normally be in.

01-31-2012
More financial transaction fuckery; an online order had a server "problem" last night As it "happened", I had a debit card reader problem earlier in the day; it didn't work at the food market, so the transaction took two attempts. And have I mentioned that the act of making a financial transaction of any kind, from coin machines on up, is totally gangstalked and fucked with almost 50% of the time? Often, I am sure.

02-01-2012
The college gym with posted hours of M-F, 9 to 5, was closed  at 3 when I went there to work out. But no, instead, they posted two dudes lounging around doing squat as they usually like to do when I get skunked on these set ups. (Sending me to get an item at a store and not finding it is another game, and always gangstalked, more often the dudes in the past few years.

I got onto major shopping to stock up on groceries as I will be without a vehicle after Feb. 07 when the ex arrives on behalf of my mother - of course no one asks me how I am to make it to interviews and a week long practicum.

The shopping ended at this quasi-Wholesale store where they were all over me with vehicular and ambulatory cluster fuck games, including one giant male freak with 2' hair who aims his vehicle at me and then averts at the last moment all in the putative cause of making a pointless wide arc to get into a parking stall that he hadn't looked at in advance. What is it that the perps need to aim their ambulatory and vehicular Fuckwits at me to get my attention and then avert at the last moment, also getting me to stare at them like they are fucking nuts (which they are), while they pretend not to have noticed being such a boorish asshole?

I get out of the store after a major hold up at the checkout, with both toilet paper and paper towels in hand, and lo, if they didn't set up a boom truck behind my vehicle and raise it 30' to attend (har, har) to an overhead parking lot (night time) light. I have had many hundreds of boom trucks and scissor jacks arranged as I pass by, or even overhead of me as I walk on the sidewalk, pretending to attend to the signal lights or some such, but never have I had the Fuckwits specifically target my vehicle and have a Fuckwit crew on an aerial platform over my parked vehicle before. That takes the cake as  far as extra-obvious boom truck stalking goes. Next comes the aircraft when I am next in the same parking lot.

And the perps were sleep sacking me in the class for the second day in a row; almost making me nap in class when I hadn't before, and had plenty of sleep the night before. It seems to be about taking me down and reducing brain function. And as I am about to nod off, why, they put multiple ghosted and projected images in my vision, say, three versions of the instructor. That gets my attention real fast, and within a minute they suck me down again to a near-nap state to repeat the exercise.

02-02-2012
I class, after lunch, and lo, if there wasn't tromping on roof; the faux repairmen attending to the cooling-HVAC equipment on the roof, with 6" os snow there too. In class, the freak had some cacao beans, apparently from the jungle, and not plantation grown, and passed them around. I had one, even if he somehow "forgot" to offer me one. More almost sleep games in class, not at bad as yesterday though. When I got back to my place, it was hot and humid. The heater/cooler unit wasn't on but somehow, it had kicked off by itself in the morning, and was apparently cranking out the heat without the fan. How it did that when the unit wasn't warm itself is a total mystery. The perps simply wanted hot and humid and made it so, with the heater/cooler switches dithered to make it look like it was the culprit.

02-03-2012
And why is it when this place was dead quiet, the supposed neighbors are now getting rowdy on a Thursday night and somehow end up pounding the outside wall at the back of my head while I was in the bed? An unerring knack to pound the wall from outside for no reason just where I happened to be. That the perps like to pound this place with vibration, with the putative cause being a neighbor exiting his/her unit hasn't gone unnoticed. But now it is "happening" some 15 times an evening. And too, I get a simultaneous body zapping the instant the room shakes.

And this morning, male banter and calling starts up outside my room just at I was starting yoga, so end of that, and lo, once done, the male voices subsided.

A major mindfuck this morning; the assholes had me putting fresh coffee grounds in the teapot and pouring kettle water into it before they let me in on the fact that it was totally the wrong pot. They also dociled my "reaction", as normally I would of been screaming infuriated at full volume, but instead, was kept down from really letting them have it. Another never-before Fuckover stunt, and they weren't able to do this until late 2004, when my abilities to monitor incongrous actions was first compromised by the remote influencing technology they apply.

02-04-2012
A tan first thing, and then they fucked me out of bringing the address with me for the hair salon, and also fucked me out of seeing itthree times as I drove by. Needless to say, the vehicular clusters were out in number, and it seems, all the more so when I am lost or getting jerked around in new territory. When I started tanning they had four vehicles crisscrossing my path from the vehicle to the salon, some 20' of pavement. And then again when I got out. Now they backed off to one or two each time I enter and exit the tanning salon.

At the hair salon they totally fucked me by putting a Down's Syndrome retard in the adjacent chair, making gurgling and incomprehensible noise all the while. Worse yet, they put on this overweight woman stylist with huge tattoos down her exposed arms. This seems to be part the Welcome-to-Penticton plan; putting retards and the mentally handicapped around me. I can hardly wait to take the city bus, when they often put on this Unfavored demographic group.

They also do this at the college at lunch time when these same people have no essential reason to be there. And yet, they are getting out of their bus and coming into the lunch area for no seeming reason to parade back and forth while I am talking to the babe-class mate. Other freaks and Fuckwits regularly parade back and forth when I am with this woman, as she is the only one of ten in the class. And yet, historically, over 11 years, the class is about 50-50 men-women, and this year, "for some reason", it is 90-10. What are the odds of that? In a former time I could of worked it out, but owing to the mindfuck games, one being keeping me stupid, it is no longer possible.

I got the film, Mulholland Drive from the college library when out and about earlier. I finished viewing the film an hour ago, and concluded (again) it was a discordant or disjunct events juxtaposition trip, not unlike a Fellini movie. I saw the film back in 2001 when living in Seattle. Ms. L was with me, and introduced me to the Lynch film. I couldn't make much of it then, and the internet banter at the time suggested the film was salvaged from excerpts from a TV show that was rejected. Perhaps, but there was one thing I missed at the time, and it was the vignettes of the overseeing entity, calling the shots, even to the extent of instructing a film director as to who to accept in the title role. That was the cowboy scenario, and there were a few others that suggested a higher authority who was pulling the strings. Little did I know in 2001 it is indeed true, missing the film references at the time, and only seeing them anew today.

A nap-attack earlier today; I started stuying about vineyard soils, and the dude banter and the heavy footpounding started up. Then a yawning attack for five minutes with concurrent loud mufflered vehicles outside. Then a forced piss, followed by ten minutes of studying and then nap attack; 1.5 hours of sleep in the afternoon when I had sufficient sleep last night. There is something about studying, and cognition about learning that the perps really want to know about. Coordinating room shaking and vibration is another "coincident" event. And if you accept the greater theory, arranging a minor earthquake on the evening of the first quiz the class had some two weeks ago. Funny how it happens.

I will get this posted lest it drag on for another week.