07-13-2016
That is me, after my second IV iron treatment today. I drove up to the big city for this, the second of three. Not much difference after the first one, so I am still optimistically waiting for a positive outcome. Ideally that would be a significantly improvement to dopamine genesis as it is moderated by iron. And hence, a reduction of those ADD comorbidities, the ridiculous clinical term to describe conditions that "happen" to exist with ADD (or other). That it is a brown colored solution, Venofer in saline would also be of significant interest to the "brown tyranny gang" that runs/ruins my life to the microsecond level of coordination. It is of course the same gang that sponsors gangstalking me wherever I go, and too, the relentless toilet blocking from 2002 to 2012, having the brown, no matter the volume, block the toilet time without fail. Once, they even blocked the toilet when all I did was pee in it. Yes, they are that fucking insane. And just as ruthless.
Another one of their insane preoccupations is rubber, the kind derived from rubber trees and in every automotive tire ever made. On that front, they may have had a hand in my car tires prematurely wearing, as they have 52k km on them and are nearly at the wear bars when the tires have a 135k km warranty on them. If that weren't enough, the local supplier who would of backed the warranty from the tire manufacturer switched to another commercial allegiance and is not backing the warranty since July 01. Adding insult to injury, I was going to stop at the remaining tire store in the vicinity on the way back, and took my bearings and note of my landmarks when passing by the tire store. (One who would back the warranty). And lo, if they didn't box me in among tractor trailers and other tall transport trucks and I "missed" the landmarks and didn't get to figure it out until I was well past the turn off. Thanks a bunch assholes. Though, they could of added some real time remotely applied mind fuckery as part of it too. Hard to tell any more. I had been planning this stop off for a week, and even researching the store location and available replacement tires online. And poof, the assholes have me miss it altogether.
And as part of the above mentioned tire wear stunt, I "happened" to have two small tires for a hand truck (dolly) in my vehicle as I purchased a replacement yesterday. This was for work, as the dolly tire was ripped and needed replacement. After work I went to a tire store but they suggested a major Canadian hardware retailer, a store I loathe for the staff's red shirts and never finding the item I want. And in a rare instance, I did not get skunked (that is, not find the item, and come up empty), but found the very substitute I was looking for. So, I had the old dolly tire and the new one in my vehicle when visiting the big city and returning, and when "somehow" missing the turn to the tire store to have my vehicle tires examined for a warranty claim, per above.
Back to the IV iron drip; this was at the offices of the "good doctor", though it hasn't always been so. She did good today though, she offered to get my bone scan and CT scan results, and she did. (The requesting doctor, the urologist, has yet to tell me). She said it was good news; no metastasis of prostate cancer evident. Well sort of good news; for the last three weeks the assholes have been giving me pelvic stiffness and some minor pain which was VERY suggestive of metastatic prostate cancer spread. And as noted in prior postings, they also pummeled me with notions that it was metastasized cancer and had me imagining my own departure from this wretched planet. No such luck; I have to deal with just prostate cancer now and don't have a ticket out of here. And in case you are wondering why I would think that way, it would be normal for anyone in my circumstances to do so. Imagine your life governed down to your every last thought, fleeting ones even, not to mention one's actions, outcomes and one's entire environmental sensors; hearing, touch and sight. Not to mention that everywhere I go seems to be scripted ahead of time, with the usual doleful or contrite countenances. There is absolutely no quality of life; it is worse than being an incapacitated cancer patient. Having a ticket to check out of this mortal plane would be a godsend, and we know who plays god here don't we?
[added, one day after first posting as I missed this stub]
I just finished an epic book this week, and it took at least four days of processing for me after I finished it. It is titled "Me and Lee; how I came to know, love and lose Lee Harvey Oswald". If you have just a passing interest in JFK's assassination it is a definite must read. I am by no means a scholar on this subject, though I have read at most, 20 books. And without a doubt, "Me and Lee" is a substantial piece of work to fill in the missing background story. How the author, Judyth Vary, did not get nixed in the Great Witness Killings, as have so many in highly improbable circumstances (and odds) is a mystery in itself. And too, getting this work published when the mainstream press are such fawning sycophants of the hand that feeds them is another astonishing accomplishment. And it is a love story too, something I found myself strangely emotionally connected with. If you want a short study of the JFK assassination, get the director's cut of "JFK" by film director Oliver Stone. Yes, it is 3 hours long, but it is very accurate and informative of the labyrinth of lies that forms the conspiracy.
07-16-2016
Saturday, and no work at the casual employer today, two weeks in succession. I got word from my phone call that they laid more vineyard workers off and that they don't work Saturdays any more. Hard to believe that, as last year they worked all Saturdays through the summer and the Mexican crew worked Sundays too. Anyhow, the gig is done, and I will miss the $90 per worked day.
And why are the perps pumping me so hard about feeling fat of late? It has been going on for three weeks now, and yes, I am 20 to 30lb overweight per BMI, (200lb) but nowhere near as bad as the gangstalking gut show arranged around me everywhere I go.
07-17-2016
Sunday, and a few hours of paid work. Not too many that I couldn't get more more prostate cancer research done. In the mid afternoon I went to the gym and began my treadmill test. That is, how long can I run for. The reason for doing this test was that the recent iron IV's of the past two weeks may be helping me and I needed to find out. I was pleasantly surprised that I ran 14 min. at 6 mph after a six minute warm up. Past performance, pre-iron IV's were like 3 minutes. Soo... it seems that the iron IV's are giving me more physical stamina. Or else the perps are allowing me to run. Back in 2003 they hacked me by making me so floppy and so tired that I gave up after 3 blocks, say 10 minutes. They just did not want me doing aerobic exercise, probably because it generates more dopamine, something they have long governed with significant levels of intrusion. (E.g, taking me off my very successful ADD stimulant medications twice in 2002). And swimming was verboten too, as I had been a swimmer of 14 years since 1986, and swam 2500m per workout, 3x per week, every week.
Said iron IV's don't appear to be helping me on the dopamine genesis front as I was hoping, or at least not so far. One more to go in two weeks. I can tell as my mood improves, I get onto finishing all kinds of loose ends and am much more organized. And too, libido improvement would be nice too, but hey, the greater the expectations the greater the disappointment especially when some Psychopathic agency can, and will, down regulate any mind/body function improvement they so choose. And they do; a lifetime of being ADD and therefore being dopamine deficient counts for squat. Or else any improvements are then down regulated, as in dampened and/or decreased no matter the efforts devoted to improving such.
And prostate cancer research is becoming a major rabbit hole; the current medical orthodoxy is that testosterone causes prostate cancer. This is absolutely ridiculous, as young dudes would be getting prostate cancer all the time. But as testosterone, (and dopamine for that matter), decrease by 1% a year after age 40, then might it not be a testosterone deficiency that is the problem? Well, it is a little more complicated than that as it is more about the testosterone:estrogen ratio, and well as testosterone:progesterone ratio. This is what I learned from two sources, one written by an MD. But no, two prostate doctors say testosterone is the problem, but of course they don't have any explanation as to why young males rarely get it.
Even the whole cancer genesis model is fraught with controversy. The orthodox doctors, and the FDA and other organizations of the same ilk say it is disorganized DNA growth. The alternate medicine crowd say it is viral or microbial invasion of the cells should cellular conditions permit such growth. I am siding with the alternates; as soon as the FDA and the national cancer agencies provide their orthodoxy, the doctors line up or else get pilloried. And then this ridiculous travesty called "chemotherapy", where these drugs hammer the shit out of the immune system, the one last defence, is maintained as "treatment" is just absurd. Into this netherworld of fanatic idiocy, then proscribed as orthodoxy, all in the name of objective science, (ahem) the perps launch me with their kiss of death, prostate cancer. None of the usual options look good: cut out the prostate, irradiate it from outside, or else put radioactive seeds in the prostate. Incontinence and/or impotence are the usual collateral damage. And they call this a "cure" for crissakes. I will take the cancer over the diapers and the rest of it anytime. There is no question that cancer research is highly contained, with the FDA acting as the lead bully should any one stray from the fold.
Only the proton beam therapy (PBT) seems to offer efficacious treatment with next to no permanent side effects/collateral damage. At $250k a pop, it isn't going to happen for this broke-ass seasonal farm worker. BUT that did not stop the perps from harassing the living shit out of me, as in pummeling me with the possibility of this treatment and what it would be like at Loma Linda hospital. I was reading about it yesterday, and the perps followed last night by awakening me twice so they could then run this treatment scenario in mind as if it were possible. And too, all day today, they planted notions of being treated with PBT at Loma Linda hospital where the book author was treated. (And who are the pioneers of this therapy method). Added to that ridiculousness they had me meeting ML while there. These planted notions are absolutely utter bullshit and yet it has gone on all day, and it is patently absurd, something I determined two weeks ago when reading about it online. Then I get a book on this two days ago, and read it, and now the perps again erupt in planting this treatment as an option last night in my sleep and all day today. Unless I win the lotto, and I never buy tickets, it isn't ever going to happen. Yet another example of perp mind invasion with absurd or unrealistic notions, and keeping it up all day no less.
Time to launch this for the week so I can get other things done.
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Sunday, July 17, 2016
Monday, June 15, 2015
Liquid Diet
06-09-2015
This is the first whole day of only liquid intake in advance of tomorrow's medical procedure to probe me from both ends.
I had enough energy this morning to mount a 3' long wire mesh shelf in the bathroom so I can readily grab a fresh towel. On the perps's towel infatuation front, they had me purchase three new ones of similar color and style to the faithful three I have had for the past four years. Nearly a fresh towel for each day of the week, surely a sign that the perps are advancing their research on this front, for whatever means.
Back in 2005 they had me with 8 dissimilar towels of varying colors and patterns. It seems that this was too much for their infatuation game, as they reduced me down to three regular towels, all of the same make, color (almond white) and style. And so begins a new stage in their towel research initiative, three more towels of similar color and style, but from a different source. Exciting times for the towel energetics obsessed indeed.
Yesterday's hot weather was the putative reason only six came to yoga yesterday, though I find it difficult to make that logical connection as most everyone has air-conditioned vehicles from which they depart into air-conditioned buildings. And most curiously, all but me and one other located themselves in the far corner for some curious reason, as they weren't friends or a group. The E part of the room was empty, save for me.
One other male was in the class, he on heavy breathing and wheezing duty. Again, if he is that out of shape, what is he doing in an advanced yoga class?
And it was special brown color practice too; the blocks are made of agglomerated cork, and we got to pass the block from hand to hand, and hold it between our knees for various poses. I have never had so much block handling as this, and perhaps it is to augment the heightened brown color games that will surely culminate tomorrow, per above mentioned medical probing. Later in the yoga session, it was two brown agglomerated cork blocks each, and lo, if one of mind didn't de-agglomerate some and deposit cork crumbs on my mat.
The perps guided this mornings activities by shutting down my internet connection, now working just fine. The modem had the four green lights on, and yet no access. Such is how they routinely do business.
06-10-2015
Back to live action after yesterday's visit to the hospital. The worst part was preparing for it, drinking these purgatory drinks, and then waiting most of the day for it to come out. Even the morning before the procedure, I would drink water and it would come out my ass 20 minutes later, almost like pee. Or I would go to the toilet to pee and it would come out my ass unexpectedly. Anyhow, I could go on at length over the perp's obsessions over all things brown, and especially that which is excreted. Suffice to say, I had at least three showers yesterday to clean up, and had to do laundry afterward.
They signaled their interest in shit on the Day of Infamy in 04-2002, when they invaded my apartment with an abusive high-tech show, after taking me somewhere else (while sedated mostly) and bringing me back. One of the intruders blew up a balloon and tied it up and then flushed the toilet and then had the swirling water in the toilet bowl take the balloon down the pipe, probably not far. It did back up upon later use, and it defied plunging, and so I had to use a plumber's snake to clear it. And to this day, I cannot believe I allowed someone I did not know to block the toilet in my presence. And lo, at the HD big box store a few days later, when looking for said plumber's snake, why, I met my workplace friend and his wife doing some shopping. Another designed coincidence it would seem.
And so, a colonoscopy, and the day of prior preparation, has to be the ultimate de-browning experience. And I was knowingly sedated for the first time in my life, and I have absolutely no recollection of the sedation coming on after they put the mouthpiece in for them to first do a gastroscopy. And prior to sedation the doctor tells me that there is a 1 in 200 chance they could puncture the bowel and I would need surgery. I wasn't allowed to pursure the topic, but if allowed, and if needing a colostomy, I would of told him to sedate me for good.
And when I came to, I was looking at a fuzzy screen (having no glasses on), and seeing this cavern being explored. Kind of like that sci-fi film, the Fantastic Voyage. Anyhow, mostly it looked OK, and some biopsy pieces were removed. No word on how that will turn out, but as usual, I will have to pursue it with the drop-in clinic to find out what the results were in a week or so. Though, there was some irritated stomach lining, and for that, yet another Rx, now at four each day.
A work day; weed eating, spraying some, patching ashphalt (bringing on extra HD motorcycle noise), gardening. It seems a bottle delivery intended for today, where we control single lane traffic, is now for tomorrow. That this flip-flopped at least 5x over the day is most curious, though such is not a new perp managed event. Aka "appointment disappointment", though I could not say that I had any emotional investment in it to care if it happened or not.
My work boots broke apart again, took them to the shoemaker who fixed them on the spot. He has my other pair of boots waiting in his shop from yesterday's visitation to pick up the boots I wore today.
And for some reason, the perps jerked me out of taking my cell phone with me today, but did allow me to have my wrist watch. For the past two months it has been mostly the other way around; impeccable recall to bring my cell phone every work day, and getting blotto-ed about bringing my watch. It would seem the perps want me to view the time from the cell phone most of all, with the odd day of telling the time from my watch. I have no idea why the perps are so obsessed over where I read the time from, but hasn't taken this form until this year, now at 13 years of insane abuse.
06-14-2015
A wrap on this blog posting. There are some missing days, though I worked most of them to make up for two days down time with the above mentioned medical procedure. Nothing too dramatic, just the usual vexation about not being able to use my fingers the way that I want, and being rendered into a klutz prone victim. And so it goes.
This is the first whole day of only liquid intake in advance of tomorrow's medical procedure to probe me from both ends.
I had enough energy this morning to mount a 3' long wire mesh shelf in the bathroom so I can readily grab a fresh towel. On the perps's towel infatuation front, they had me purchase three new ones of similar color and style to the faithful three I have had for the past four years. Nearly a fresh towel for each day of the week, surely a sign that the perps are advancing their research on this front, for whatever means.
Back in 2005 they had me with 8 dissimilar towels of varying colors and patterns. It seems that this was too much for their infatuation game, as they reduced me down to three regular towels, all of the same make, color (almond white) and style. And so begins a new stage in their towel research initiative, three more towels of similar color and style, but from a different source. Exciting times for the towel energetics obsessed indeed.
Yesterday's hot weather was the putative reason only six came to yoga yesterday, though I find it difficult to make that logical connection as most everyone has air-conditioned vehicles from which they depart into air-conditioned buildings. And most curiously, all but me and one other located themselves in the far corner for some curious reason, as they weren't friends or a group. The E part of the room was empty, save for me.
One other male was in the class, he on heavy breathing and wheezing duty. Again, if he is that out of shape, what is he doing in an advanced yoga class?
And it was special brown color practice too; the blocks are made of agglomerated cork, and we got to pass the block from hand to hand, and hold it between our knees for various poses. I have never had so much block handling as this, and perhaps it is to augment the heightened brown color games that will surely culminate tomorrow, per above mentioned medical probing. Later in the yoga session, it was two brown agglomerated cork blocks each, and lo, if one of mind didn't de-agglomerate some and deposit cork crumbs on my mat.
The perps guided this mornings activities by shutting down my internet connection, now working just fine. The modem had the four green lights on, and yet no access. Such is how they routinely do business.
06-10-2015
Back to live action after yesterday's visit to the hospital. The worst part was preparing for it, drinking these purgatory drinks, and then waiting most of the day for it to come out. Even the morning before the procedure, I would drink water and it would come out my ass 20 minutes later, almost like pee. Or I would go to the toilet to pee and it would come out my ass unexpectedly. Anyhow, I could go on at length over the perp's obsessions over all things brown, and especially that which is excreted. Suffice to say, I had at least three showers yesterday to clean up, and had to do laundry afterward.
They signaled their interest in shit on the Day of Infamy in 04-2002, when they invaded my apartment with an abusive high-tech show, after taking me somewhere else (while sedated mostly) and bringing me back. One of the intruders blew up a balloon and tied it up and then flushed the toilet and then had the swirling water in the toilet bowl take the balloon down the pipe, probably not far. It did back up upon later use, and it defied plunging, and so I had to use a plumber's snake to clear it. And to this day, I cannot believe I allowed someone I did not know to block the toilet in my presence. And lo, at the HD big box store a few days later, when looking for said plumber's snake, why, I met my workplace friend and his wife doing some shopping. Another designed coincidence it would seem.
And so, a colonoscopy, and the day of prior preparation, has to be the ultimate de-browning experience. And I was knowingly sedated for the first time in my life, and I have absolutely no recollection of the sedation coming on after they put the mouthpiece in for them to first do a gastroscopy. And prior to sedation the doctor tells me that there is a 1 in 200 chance they could puncture the bowel and I would need surgery. I wasn't allowed to pursure the topic, but if allowed, and if needing a colostomy, I would of told him to sedate me for good.
And when I came to, I was looking at a fuzzy screen (having no glasses on), and seeing this cavern being explored. Kind of like that sci-fi film, the Fantastic Voyage. Anyhow, mostly it looked OK, and some biopsy pieces were removed. No word on how that will turn out, but as usual, I will have to pursue it with the drop-in clinic to find out what the results were in a week or so. Though, there was some irritated stomach lining, and for that, yet another Rx, now at four each day.
A work day; weed eating, spraying some, patching ashphalt (bringing on extra HD motorcycle noise), gardening. It seems a bottle delivery intended for today, where we control single lane traffic, is now for tomorrow. That this flip-flopped at least 5x over the day is most curious, though such is not a new perp managed event. Aka "appointment disappointment", though I could not say that I had any emotional investment in it to care if it happened or not.
My work boots broke apart again, took them to the shoemaker who fixed them on the spot. He has my other pair of boots waiting in his shop from yesterday's visitation to pick up the boots I wore today.
And for some reason, the perps jerked me out of taking my cell phone with me today, but did allow me to have my wrist watch. For the past two months it has been mostly the other way around; impeccable recall to bring my cell phone every work day, and getting blotto-ed about bringing my watch. It would seem the perps want me to view the time from the cell phone most of all, with the odd day of telling the time from my watch. I have no idea why the perps are so obsessed over where I read the time from, but hasn't taken this form until this year, now at 13 years of insane abuse.
06-14-2015
A wrap on this blog posting. There are some missing days, though I worked most of them to make up for two days down time with the above mentioned medical procedure. Nothing too dramatic, just the usual vexation about not being able to use my fingers the way that I want, and being rendered into a klutz prone victim. And so it goes.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Monday Off
11-12-2012
Rare to have a weekday off, and I will have two this week. Today, because it was lieu of a national holiday, Remembrance Day yesterday, and with the broad hint from work was that it was a day off. Though that never stopped us from working statutory holidays in the vineyard in the summer.
And so, they pulled a snowfall overnight, with me as the obligate driveway shoveller until I depart this rental situation at month's end. The landlady returned last night too, from her near week long time away, and she retrieved the snow shovels from the garden shed last night. (And got into some emotional wrangling with her elderly mother yet again, though it lasted only a few minutes. I get to hear way too much living downstairs at grade level.)
Even more curious was that I got up at 0800h, and neither was up until at least 1000h, after I had cleared the driveway and come back in. Only two days ago, the granny was getting up at 0600h on her own (before the caretakers arrived), coincident with me, and then again the next day at 0700h. Anyhow, the overhead "coincidences" and then their sudden cessation aren't anything new, but I always like to map it to some kind of other event the perps find interesting; e.g. moon cycles, work schedule change, new package of coffee (think brown), or whatever else turns their collectively insane crank.
And it might of been the bloody mess on the pillow case the perps decided to create; it is rare I get this form of invasive abuse, but it has been ramping up in the last week, only from nasal build up though. That begat laundering all the bedsheets, two white striated sheets and the pillow case, while I was out shovelling snow. Color continuity? -maybe. Then the pillow case didn't come clean and had to be relaundered and hang dried, giving it a different signature from the bedsheets; no doubt of exciting perp interest to change up the laundered item history.
A "need" to then continue this tanning obsession planted on me, as I really couldn't care less until doing outside farm work in 2008. The shiftless males duly arrived after me, and then when making my exit. The very cute new salon attendant was on duty again, and she seems to be a planted distraction to say the least.
Then onto the LD store where they packed the parking lot three ranks deep, almost exclusively greyscale colored vehicles; white, silver-grey, mid-grey and black. I don't think I have seen such a concentration of this color theme before, save the the line-ups at the ferry parking lot, as past photos can attest.
Again, the shiftless males arrive after me at the checkout, the fuchsia haired girl was in the next checkout, and the sheepdog haired young male cashier was unusually chipper. Most often I get grim, and very grim (as in scared shitless) at checkouts.
11-13-2012
A putz day at work, as the co-owner was out most of the day. The winemaking isn't too demanding of late, which I told them, though I am sure the perps made sure it was known as well.
Though the perps made it interesting by have a floating lid gasket, much like an inner tube, blow up and scatter two cups of cider just where I was about to resume working on insulating the garage door. Not only did I get put through the wrangling adversity to get the spare one on and centered in the track of the lid, but I also had to clean up the mess.
And this was a repeat of this morning, when moving the transfer pump out of the way, why it dumped at least a liter of water on the floor, again, just where I was to work. That had to be cleaned up too. There have been times when I have seen wet splats arrive from nowhere, just where I have mopped up. Nothing new in these water mess games.
When I got back to this residence, why, the code wouldn't work in the outside door. I tried the alternate door and lo, it didn't work either. I rang the bell at the landlady's door, and eventually her 90 yo. mother slowly descended the stairs. I explained the problem, and the (obese, almost grotesque) landlady came down and told me she reset her codes, but no other, but "somehow" my keycode got deleted. She said she would fix the problem and would meet me at the door. And so she had to get her keycode, and ask me mine, and reset them. (I haven't tried it yet).
When I got in I saw she left a note earlier about a parcel in the shared laundry area. I retrieved it and opened it up and looked at all the tool and gift items I had ordered. Then once I looked at them all, a sudden need to take a shit came on, and I had to deal with that. No toilet blocking stunts thankfully. And so it would seem this whole fucking charade was to have me go to two extra doors at other locations in the house, keeping me delay me outside, and then finally allow me to get to the BROWN parcel. And too, the overhead noise started up as I was looking at each item from the parcel. As has been mentioned many times in this blog, the perps are besotted with the color BROWN, and always are judicious in how and where it is arranged. And since a huge amount of items are shipped in brown cardboard boxes worldwide one would think the perps have this one figured out. But no, they must harass the living shit out of me and then engage in the all too familiar parcel delivery jerkaround event. Bring on the UPS vans for the next week.
And to add that, the perps pulled one of their very favorite jerkaround stunts; obstructing doorway/lock egress. I cannot count the number of times they have done this, but my perp-abettting mother has deliberately locked me out of the house at least four times in the last 2 years. Never mind the perp guidance, this was conventional knowledge based. It is just so funny for them to have their victims attempt to open a locked door. One can imagine the level of juvenility that forms this notion, and keeps at it for ten years.
11-15-2012
Another utilitarian work day; helping out getting a pallet load of wood pellets for the vineyard owner. As the owner's don't have a pickup truck, they often require the services of a local handyman, who has one and a trailer as well. First a trip to the dump to get rid of old kitchen stoves in the trailer, and then an hour highway drive to Westbank to get the pellets. As it was a ton, and on a pallet, and the pallet is a $50 charge, it was declined and so we loaded it ourselves and left the pallet behind. They were in 40lb bags, and the loading went reasonably quickly. More than planned as it "happened"; a semi-trailer truck was loading at an adjacent bay, and lo, if the truck driver didn't come over and help us load. Freaking ridiculous to say the least. Plenty of road traffic on the highway, as in vehicular gangstalking. And a special day it was too, as I was the passenger in a metallic red maroon colored pickup truck.
Which was true for 40 minutes yesterday as well; we dropped off a surplus dryer to my landlady who needed one. Not that she deserved it, for she was enough of a pain in the ass that I gave her my notice last month, and will be moving from my shortest tenancy, a whole three months worth. Call it pissing off the "help' (that's me) once too often. Said landlady was still kvetching about the dryer set-up, and I told her I would look after it when I returned in the evening.
And course I had to make a few sorties to my suite to get tools to get the old dryer out, and lo, if there wasn't vile red colored plasma squiggles in my sight that persisted from shared laundry room, into my suite, and then again when back in the laundry room. This was the never-before event of returning to my suite in the middle of a working day. Exciting times for the perps, and all the more so as I entered via the front foyer of the house, and not from the back door.
Anyhow, more ruminations over the load of woodstove pellets today; about the most opposite one could get to the loaded logging trucks that are arranged in such frequency around me. Over the years there has been large loads of timbers, and the ubiquitous semi-trailer loads of dimension lumber, invariably wrapped in plastic. All this in the service of "wood stalk", for whatever that means for the perps. Regular readers will know I have a forestry background, and often measured live trees in the forest as part of wood volume sampling activities. And too, working with fallers on one project where the trees were measured standing, then again by scalers after it was felled. A significant amount of my past job history can be added upon, but one gets the point; when my life has been orchestrated, scripted and arranged since birth, along with participating quisling personnel (including family) down to the the last microsecond, one can safely assume that the perps have a HUGE interest in some kind of tree/wood/wood composite products energetic connection with me. I would be the last to know exactly why, though I have read that trees are deemed to be living energy pumps. And who knows; the very trees I measured some 40 years ago may now be in the form of lumber or other wood products. It would fit the perp pattern.
And the prickly landlady is off tomorrow to travel to Seattle. Now three for three know trips where she has managed to follow my old footsteps; W Washington State, Victoria BC, and now Seattle. Plus last week she was away for a week and never said where. I am suspicious of these large, childless and homely women, two in the last two years, that seem to arrive into my life.
As I was fixing the dryer last night the landlady came to "chat", and tried to put on the squeeze again to have me stay, paying full rent but no landscape maintenance requirements, but I told her that I had already made a financial commitment to the next place. As in moving yet again, the fourth residence this year, not including early January. She made out that she was "so stressed" again, though she has no progeny, husband or works at a job. Not that she provides any supporting detail, which makes me suspicious too.
And yesterday, the cleaning lady at the vineyard house got paid by the owner, and then launched into a soliloquy after she was paid by the owner, complaining to me, while eating lunch (and captive on the couch) that she doesn't get enough work hours, when she formerly worked at at fence post operation where she got 80 hours each two weeks. And of course she doesn't fill in the details as to why she doesn't work there any more. Like WTF; she drives a late model Ford SUV that has the self parking option; it just doesn't compute. Or, put it another way; why keep me in suspense as the story doesn't add up given the lack of detail? Why is it I am this chosen receiver for all these tales of woe, particular financial and job related, when I don't have much engagement with them in the first place? The latest perp planted similie is "faux woe"; cute.
And I see the perps screwed me out seeing, or even knowing, about last month's charge card bill. A whole $400 or so, all charges that I somehow "forgot". As in Not; if I receive a bill I don't forget and pay it on time. There has been more than once when they have messed with bill payments, either stopping the bill or redirecting and obstructing payment (via mail). I have no idea why they need to do this, though it would seem to be time related.
11-16-2012
A Friday weekday off in advance of attending an all-day course tomorrow. The upstairs clunking, squeaking and thumping started within minutes of me getting up, though to be fair, they are going to Seattle for two or three days. Apparently for some medical evaluation, though it does strike me as curious that they didn't leave a day earlier, as it would be a late afternoon appointment to get there on time. Not many specialists are open Saturdays. But as there is no end of BS streaming from the landlady I have given up on anything she says, be it the apparent conventional explanation or if an operative of the Fourth Reich of the Psychopathic Confederacy to roll two of my most used names together.
And I get to putz online in the morning before heading out to my hair and leg wax appointment. The perps like to "get me ready" by whatever nasty stuff, along with the color transitions exposure, they are pumping out of ubiquitous LCD display panels.
And as part of this morning's activity, more shopping/viewing online, and lo, if a sudden need to take a shit didn't come on immediately following putting an item into my online shopping cart. But that wasn't enough; the rarely-outside landlady found some reason to be outside adjacent to the bathroom, and then the perps decided to make it messy and block the toilet. So, another shower to clean up, and just as the Liquid Plumber was dumped in the toilet bowl (aka chemical ether interaction), why, and overhead clunk suddenly erupted. Ten years of constant toilet games and here we are, still noisestalking me over this.
And why did they take so long to do a wax and haircut? So I could get screwed for a parking fine, another jerkaround I get from time to time. A whole fifteen minutes over, and the Fuckwit who gave it to me was across the street attending to other parked vehicles. And I get to send a check to the City of Pentiction, no online payment allowed.
And the cosmetology & haircut school owner was on site today, and was friendly, even calling me by name though I hadn't met her before. Like straight out of perp harassment training; have the business or property owner come by for a gangstalk too.
And post haircut (always a big perp event) and post leg wax (always a big perp event) I went to the tanning salon to get browned. Or to invoke the vanity excuse, to keep the tan that I got from the summer. No doubt I was duly glowing afterward when I went to the supermarket to get a few things. They were all over me there, including the ubiquitous stocking/stalking carts and their brown boxes they like to place near me, or where I am to go.
11-17-2012
A Saturday, and an all day course on Introduction to Wine Chemistry, on behalf of my employer. He and his wife will be there too. The second half next week. Hopefully there will be no lab exercises, as past chemistry courses haunt me on these alone. I always wondered why I was so scrambled for following the steps in the long ago lab exercises, and why I could never recall what to do even if I studied ahead of time. Now I know, the Fourth Reich was on me then, making sure I was incompetent in a chemistry lab.
Back from the wine chemistry course, and I had to say it was interesting. The instructor had interesting experiences he conveyed, and the harassment BS was down to the low setting for once.
11-18-2012
Missing Sunday here, best get this published for Monday.
Rare to have a weekday off, and I will have two this week. Today, because it was lieu of a national holiday, Remembrance Day yesterday, and with the broad hint from work was that it was a day off. Though that never stopped us from working statutory holidays in the vineyard in the summer.
And so, they pulled a snowfall overnight, with me as the obligate driveway shoveller until I depart this rental situation at month's end. The landlady returned last night too, from her near week long time away, and she retrieved the snow shovels from the garden shed last night. (And got into some emotional wrangling with her elderly mother yet again, though it lasted only a few minutes. I get to hear way too much living downstairs at grade level.)
Even more curious was that I got up at 0800h, and neither was up until at least 1000h, after I had cleared the driveway and come back in. Only two days ago, the granny was getting up at 0600h on her own (before the caretakers arrived), coincident with me, and then again the next day at 0700h. Anyhow, the overhead "coincidences" and then their sudden cessation aren't anything new, but I always like to map it to some kind of other event the perps find interesting; e.g. moon cycles, work schedule change, new package of coffee (think brown), or whatever else turns their collectively insane crank.
And it might of been the bloody mess on the pillow case the perps decided to create; it is rare I get this form of invasive abuse, but it has been ramping up in the last week, only from nasal build up though. That begat laundering all the bedsheets, two white striated sheets and the pillow case, while I was out shovelling snow. Color continuity? -maybe. Then the pillow case didn't come clean and had to be relaundered and hang dried, giving it a different signature from the bedsheets; no doubt of exciting perp interest to change up the laundered item history.
A "need" to then continue this tanning obsession planted on me, as I really couldn't care less until doing outside farm work in 2008. The shiftless males duly arrived after me, and then when making my exit. The very cute new salon attendant was on duty again, and she seems to be a planted distraction to say the least.
Then onto the LD store where they packed the parking lot three ranks deep, almost exclusively greyscale colored vehicles; white, silver-grey, mid-grey and black. I don't think I have seen such a concentration of this color theme before, save the the line-ups at the ferry parking lot, as past photos can attest.
Again, the shiftless males arrive after me at the checkout, the fuchsia haired girl was in the next checkout, and the sheepdog haired young male cashier was unusually chipper. Most often I get grim, and very grim (as in scared shitless) at checkouts.
11-13-2012
A putz day at work, as the co-owner was out most of the day. The winemaking isn't too demanding of late, which I told them, though I am sure the perps made sure it was known as well.
Though the perps made it interesting by have a floating lid gasket, much like an inner tube, blow up and scatter two cups of cider just where I was about to resume working on insulating the garage door. Not only did I get put through the wrangling adversity to get the spare one on and centered in the track of the lid, but I also had to clean up the mess.
And this was a repeat of this morning, when moving the transfer pump out of the way, why it dumped at least a liter of water on the floor, again, just where I was to work. That had to be cleaned up too. There have been times when I have seen wet splats arrive from nowhere, just where I have mopped up. Nothing new in these water mess games.
When I got back to this residence, why, the code wouldn't work in the outside door. I tried the alternate door and lo, it didn't work either. I rang the bell at the landlady's door, and eventually her 90 yo. mother slowly descended the stairs. I explained the problem, and the (obese, almost grotesque) landlady came down and told me she reset her codes, but no other, but "somehow" my keycode got deleted. She said she would fix the problem and would meet me at the door. And so she had to get her keycode, and ask me mine, and reset them. (I haven't tried it yet).
When I got in I saw she left a note earlier about a parcel in the shared laundry area. I retrieved it and opened it up and looked at all the tool and gift items I had ordered. Then once I looked at them all, a sudden need to take a shit came on, and I had to deal with that. No toilet blocking stunts thankfully. And so it would seem this whole fucking charade was to have me go to two extra doors at other locations in the house, keeping me delay me outside, and then finally allow me to get to the BROWN parcel. And too, the overhead noise started up as I was looking at each item from the parcel. As has been mentioned many times in this blog, the perps are besotted with the color BROWN, and always are judicious in how and where it is arranged. And since a huge amount of items are shipped in brown cardboard boxes worldwide one would think the perps have this one figured out. But no, they must harass the living shit out of me and then engage in the all too familiar parcel delivery jerkaround event. Bring on the UPS vans for the next week.
And to add that, the perps pulled one of their very favorite jerkaround stunts; obstructing doorway/lock egress. I cannot count the number of times they have done this, but my perp-abettting mother has deliberately locked me out of the house at least four times in the last 2 years. Never mind the perp guidance, this was conventional knowledge based. It is just so funny for them to have their victims attempt to open a locked door. One can imagine the level of juvenility that forms this notion, and keeps at it for ten years.
11-15-2012
Another utilitarian work day; helping out getting a pallet load of wood pellets for the vineyard owner. As the owner's don't have a pickup truck, they often require the services of a local handyman, who has one and a trailer as well. First a trip to the dump to get rid of old kitchen stoves in the trailer, and then an hour highway drive to Westbank to get the pellets. As it was a ton, and on a pallet, and the pallet is a $50 charge, it was declined and so we loaded it ourselves and left the pallet behind. They were in 40lb bags, and the loading went reasonably quickly. More than planned as it "happened"; a semi-trailer truck was loading at an adjacent bay, and lo, if the truck driver didn't come over and help us load. Freaking ridiculous to say the least. Plenty of road traffic on the highway, as in vehicular gangstalking. And a special day it was too, as I was the passenger in a metallic red maroon colored pickup truck.
Which was true for 40 minutes yesterday as well; we dropped off a surplus dryer to my landlady who needed one. Not that she deserved it, for she was enough of a pain in the ass that I gave her my notice last month, and will be moving from my shortest tenancy, a whole three months worth. Call it pissing off the "help' (that's me) once too often. Said landlady was still kvetching about the dryer set-up, and I told her I would look after it when I returned in the evening.
And course I had to make a few sorties to my suite to get tools to get the old dryer out, and lo, if there wasn't vile red colored plasma squiggles in my sight that persisted from shared laundry room, into my suite, and then again when back in the laundry room. This was the never-before event of returning to my suite in the middle of a working day. Exciting times for the perps, and all the more so as I entered via the front foyer of the house, and not from the back door.
Anyhow, more ruminations over the load of woodstove pellets today; about the most opposite one could get to the loaded logging trucks that are arranged in such frequency around me. Over the years there has been large loads of timbers, and the ubiquitous semi-trailer loads of dimension lumber, invariably wrapped in plastic. All this in the service of "wood stalk", for whatever that means for the perps. Regular readers will know I have a forestry background, and often measured live trees in the forest as part of wood volume sampling activities. And too, working with fallers on one project where the trees were measured standing, then again by scalers after it was felled. A significant amount of my past job history can be added upon, but one gets the point; when my life has been orchestrated, scripted and arranged since birth, along with participating quisling personnel (including family) down to the the last microsecond, one can safely assume that the perps have a HUGE interest in some kind of tree/wood/wood composite products energetic connection with me. I would be the last to know exactly why, though I have read that trees are deemed to be living energy pumps. And who knows; the very trees I measured some 40 years ago may now be in the form of lumber or other wood products. It would fit the perp pattern.
And the prickly landlady is off tomorrow to travel to Seattle. Now three for three know trips where she has managed to follow my old footsteps; W Washington State, Victoria BC, and now Seattle. Plus last week she was away for a week and never said where. I am suspicious of these large, childless and homely women, two in the last two years, that seem to arrive into my life.
As I was fixing the dryer last night the landlady came to "chat", and tried to put on the squeeze again to have me stay, paying full rent but no landscape maintenance requirements, but I told her that I had already made a financial commitment to the next place. As in moving yet again, the fourth residence this year, not including early January. She made out that she was "so stressed" again, though she has no progeny, husband or works at a job. Not that she provides any supporting detail, which makes me suspicious too.
And yesterday, the cleaning lady at the vineyard house got paid by the owner, and then launched into a soliloquy after she was paid by the owner, complaining to me, while eating lunch (and captive on the couch) that she doesn't get enough work hours, when she formerly worked at at fence post operation where she got 80 hours each two weeks. And of course she doesn't fill in the details as to why she doesn't work there any more. Like WTF; she drives a late model Ford SUV that has the self parking option; it just doesn't compute. Or, put it another way; why keep me in suspense as the story doesn't add up given the lack of detail? Why is it I am this chosen receiver for all these tales of woe, particular financial and job related, when I don't have much engagement with them in the first place? The latest perp planted similie is "faux woe"; cute.
And I see the perps screwed me out seeing, or even knowing, about last month's charge card bill. A whole $400 or so, all charges that I somehow "forgot". As in Not; if I receive a bill I don't forget and pay it on time. There has been more than once when they have messed with bill payments, either stopping the bill or redirecting and obstructing payment (via mail). I have no idea why they need to do this, though it would seem to be time related.
11-16-2012
A Friday weekday off in advance of attending an all-day course tomorrow. The upstairs clunking, squeaking and thumping started within minutes of me getting up, though to be fair, they are going to Seattle for two or three days. Apparently for some medical evaluation, though it does strike me as curious that they didn't leave a day earlier, as it would be a late afternoon appointment to get there on time. Not many specialists are open Saturdays. But as there is no end of BS streaming from the landlady I have given up on anything she says, be it the apparent conventional explanation or if an operative of the Fourth Reich of the Psychopathic Confederacy to roll two of my most used names together.
And I get to putz online in the morning before heading out to my hair and leg wax appointment. The perps like to "get me ready" by whatever nasty stuff, along with the color transitions exposure, they are pumping out of ubiquitous LCD display panels.
And as part of this morning's activity, more shopping/viewing online, and lo, if a sudden need to take a shit didn't come on immediately following putting an item into my online shopping cart. But that wasn't enough; the rarely-outside landlady found some reason to be outside adjacent to the bathroom, and then the perps decided to make it messy and block the toilet. So, another shower to clean up, and just as the Liquid Plumber was dumped in the toilet bowl (aka chemical ether interaction), why, and overhead clunk suddenly erupted. Ten years of constant toilet games and here we are, still noisestalking me over this.
And why did they take so long to do a wax and haircut? So I could get screwed for a parking fine, another jerkaround I get from time to time. A whole fifteen minutes over, and the Fuckwit who gave it to me was across the street attending to other parked vehicles. And I get to send a check to the City of Pentiction, no online payment allowed.
And the cosmetology & haircut school owner was on site today, and was friendly, even calling me by name though I hadn't met her before. Like straight out of perp harassment training; have the business or property owner come by for a gangstalk too.
And post haircut (always a big perp event) and post leg wax (always a big perp event) I went to the tanning salon to get browned. Or to invoke the vanity excuse, to keep the tan that I got from the summer. No doubt I was duly glowing afterward when I went to the supermarket to get a few things. They were all over me there, including the ubiquitous stocking/stalking carts and their brown boxes they like to place near me, or where I am to go.
11-17-2012
A Saturday, and an all day course on Introduction to Wine Chemistry, on behalf of my employer. He and his wife will be there too. The second half next week. Hopefully there will be no lab exercises, as past chemistry courses haunt me on these alone. I always wondered why I was so scrambled for following the steps in the long ago lab exercises, and why I could never recall what to do even if I studied ahead of time. Now I know, the Fourth Reich was on me then, making sure I was incompetent in a chemistry lab.
Back from the wine chemistry course, and I had to say it was interesting. The instructor had interesting experiences he conveyed, and the harassment BS was down to the low setting for once.
11-18-2012
Missing Sunday here, best get this published for Monday.
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