Turn Up the Gangstalking

07-09-2019
What is with the intensified gangstalking these last two days? And the added pit-lamping, the headlights aimed at me at every turn in the road, at my vehicle egress (entrances and exits), building entrances and exits etc.

Nothing too weird on the vineyard workplace front, save this infernal dog that "somehow" has it in for me, and me alone, putting up a ferocious front if I "happen" to be nearby. Today it was three events as it hung around at the property gate awaiting the return of the owners. They left the dog behind but in the care of someone nearby who drives in with their very loud and ill-maintained muffler. (Don't we know that one; in this case a later model sedan that for "some reason" hasn't fixed their muffler in over a year, and often does noisestalking passes around the vineyard. Now, it gets to drive into the vineyard on ostensible dog care duty to put on more of the same loathsome noise, just closer in).

Said dog will go flying past other workers it doesn't know well, and then puts on ferocious barking, even baring its teeth today. Even if it has a frisbee in its mouth from a game with the owner's family, the dog will bark at me with the frisbee still stuck in its mouth. I think I will call the dog "Pepper Spray" and maybe the owners will get the hint. As if they don't know; I told them, and they have seen the fucking animal taking a beeline for me to suddenly traumatize the shit out of me, and all I get is this loopy grin. Or else the dog is mind fucked and is programmed for TI harassment, and they know this and of course, cannot do anything. At best, they don't give a shit.

All I hope is that I don't get a leg full of teeth, as the dog can operate in stealth mode, and now with the vine canopy reaching full height, it can get in close without me seeing it further out. And it knows it, as it is a German shepard x labrador, and is smart enough to know the score. And too, it seems to operate in auto-harassment mode; laying on the barking close in, say 10' or less, then wanders off not looking at me with its tongue hanging out. It too, has the "Fuck the Victim, and Fuck the Victim More" streak that is so impressively delivered by the Psychopaths in all other capacities, all the time. Just get me out of here; I have had enough. Now at 17 years of insane and relentless Psychopathic abuse, and now I have a deranged canine to contend with at my workplace.

Back to the lead item; tonight's venture to local organic store begat a procession of red, and a single brown vehicle ahead of me, leading and taking the same turns as I do when most folks don't take that route. The brown vehicle must of got too annoying, (I loathe brown colors) and they had it turn off early, while the deep reds proceeded ahead of me. Then the wacko in the truck who somehow "needed" to make a L turn into the R lane (behind me, after I made a R turn) coming from the opposite direction. Like WTF; the road traffic rule is that you turn into the L lane, and then change lanes if need be. I have never seen something quite so strange driving-wise, and in saying that, I am sure there will be more weirdness to come.

Then after entering the store, and in the supplements section, and looking for an item, a blonde customer service woman is leading this brown shirted dude with orange disposable gloves, and they immediately need to get by, and walk over just where I was. At least I got an "excuse me" out of the deal this time. Elsewhere in the store, other Fuckwits popped out from the aisle ends in this long running stunt of posted stalking Fuckwits at my every turn, especially at store aisle ends. Then the regular cashier woman "happens" to arrive 4' away while I was at the chocolate section, standing around and eventually selecting an item. Then at the checkout, why, it is the same brown shirted dude in the orange gloves again, a first time (for me) cashier. Where do they get these bozos, and why must they walk on the very ground I am standing on in advance of another long standing Fuckover theme, making a financial transaction? Haven't we had enough brownstalking these past 17 years of this senseless and relentless abuse-athon? Seemingly not.

A white vehicle tail on me most of the way home, following me 90% of my route, again an irregular one, and hot on my ass until the last block. All of the above fuckery for a 8 minute trip to the local organics store, and maybe a whole 10 minutes in the wretched place (as it is coming to be), and the same trip duration on the way back. An exercise in targeted hell for a Prisoner in Disguise. Well done assholes.

And what is it about the Psychopaths they they need to sabotage the repair effort to deal with an original sabotage event of theirs? This theme plays out countless times, and became immediately apparent since they first went berserk/overt in 04-2002. That is, they invaded my apartment with unconventional weapons and measures, later deployed personnel inside, and have since kept up this abuse-athon ever since. This time, the very reliable track lighting, after  two years of continuous service and zero handling of the lighting since installation, "happened" to go out on one side of a "T" junction. I took it down recently, examined it, and determined that "somehow" by cutting it short by a few inches, that the internal track wire was cut a half inch too short as it moves inside an insulated sleeve that itself also moves inside the track. To fix it, I need to insert a half inch of 14 gauge wire in each of the two track inserts to stop the wire shifting upon installation. I find a 6" piece of 14 gauge scrap trellis wire at work, and put it in my pack on other items. I get home, and lo, if it hasn't "disappeared". I cannot count the times that "sabotage on sabotage" (repairs) has "happened" since 04-2002, but suffice to say, this had never occurred to my recollection before then, and is now of a consistent Fuckover (harassment) frequency. I would give this particular abuse escalation at least two orders of magnitude since The Day of Abusive Infamy, 04-2002.

07-10-2019
I worked to 1300h, and then a dental appointment. A big one, as my two implant teeth (side by side), finally get installed. After nearly two years with a two tooth gap, and $11k, dental surgery, I get two new teeth. Not quite so fast though; the dentist had trouble with her torque wrench, and could not get it engaged. I offered to help her, but she wasn't much use as she was flipping it around so much. She called the rep, to no avail, and then the local dental surgeon. He offered to help her out, and so I ended up being the go-between, taking her torque wrench to him, he examining my implant caps, taking an X-ray, and he backing off the caps with his torque wrench. He "fixed" her torque wrench (identical make and model), right there, adjusting something on it, and so I took both the dentist's torque wrenches back to the first dentist so she could continue. Which she did, professionally, and even added some material on one implant tooth to get the bit right.

A sunny day, but lo, if a sudden rain didn't come on as I was setting off in mid-dental appointment to the dental surgeon, as "wrench runner", per above. As if the sudden rain onset timing wasn't enough, the traffic volume had one of those sudden and unexpected increases for that time of day, about 1430h. And too, the crazy assed driving also erupted on the slick streets; a woman goes full speed through a just-red traffic light, just as I was thinking of making a left turn at this intersection. But no, I waited an extra cycle. In this town there is at least a two second lag such that it is red in all directions before the traffic control goes green. So this person actually ran a red at considerable speed on rain slicked road surface, as it would seem that running a yellow light just wouldn't do. (See analysis below). I don't think I have ever seen such stupid driving in the rain, even in Vancouver for all the time I lived there and its substantially greater rain. (And too, Vancouver traffic behavior also goes extra stupid in the rain, but not nearly at the risk level this idiot woman was taking, or more like, participating in).

And do the perps ever love to jerk my ass, gangstalk me or just plain fuck with me when making a decision. And I was planning to turn L at the yellow light until the above mentioned crazy bitch ran the red in the oncoming direction. A decision deferred, until the next traffic cycle when there was an advance L turn signal. And here we have it again, hounding my ass in this senseless and relentless abuse-athon for 17 years, and a prior 47 years of covert orchestration and fuckery, and bazillions of drivers every day making decisions world wide as to making turns, etc. with respect to traffic controsl, and here are the Psychopaths hounding my ass over a driving decision in mid-dental appointment. (A peculiar touch to say the least, as how many dental patients end up driving between dentists during their appointment to accommodate the dentist's tool use problems). Bring on the coincidences some more.

07-13-2019
Day off, laundry, a stalking show, as it is never that busy. And lo, if the landlord wasn't there picking up laundry, bedding kind of stuff that one cannot do at home. etc.

This after a round of noisestalking outside my place, a particular single engine aircraft being most notable. Said noisestalking included the landlord on his cell phone. (Like WTF; does he really need to go outside in his backyard to take a cell phone call when he can see me there and knows I can hear him?)  That stalking vignette drove me inside just as I was finishing reading the book, "The Many Worlds of Hugh Everett III" by Peter Byrne. Originally Hugh Everett's thesis was titled "Quantum Mechanics by the Method of the Universal Wave Function" in 1957, which was later subverted and redirected by his thesis advisor, Dr. John Wheeler, who was an follower of Neils Bohr, the reigning quantum mechanics theorist. And it just might be discovering the Universal Wave Function is what the Psychopaths are pursuing at considerable personal expense..

Heavy aircraft coverage overhead today, mostly fixed wing as there is a visitation from some WWII bombers, and lo, if that same infernal single engine fixed wing didn't join the fray, noisy as hell, doing repeated turns overhead.

A 10 hour sleep last night, and a 1.5 hour nap attack later today, just as I came inside after dealing with the aforementioned noisestalking and reading of the book, per above. In fact, I finished the written portion, and turned onto the Glossary when all the above noise shit came down. Refining their craft it seems; choosing the very moment between different components of the written word, and for all I know, the Glossary could of been written by someone else. Another task completion stalking/noise eruption IMHO, another Fuckover Feature that the Psychopaths came to teach me by considerable repetition.

It is interesting that Information Theory, (whatever that is exactly) is by some quantum energy researchers, included in Quantum Energy Dynamics, (QED), though not fully articulated in The Many Worlds of Hugh Everett III. And it is interesting that the Psychopaths had me deeply involved in relational database design for twelve years, 1989-2002, then summarily cut me off with their berserk/overt intrusion of 04-2002. And they have never, ever, let me come close to getting back to IT, even if I took Oracle upgrade courses in 2008. Well done assholes; lets have an over-educated farm worker and not let him even get a toe hold on advancing in the business. All the better to fuck the shit out of him, and in earning so little, we can control him al the more.

As much as I like a certain browser, and they are at least 5 years behind on getting open  tabs synchronized across devices, they now have this as a feature. After  a week of the spare PC operating because of the boot problem, the regular PC is back in action. And with both PCs running, do you think that I can synchronize tabs? Fuck no; we have all the commands and stated features, and you can synchronize a tab at a time, but if you think you want the convenience of getting one box back up to speed with all the open tabs of the intervening week on the other (spare) box, why hell no. All the above was good for a half hour of screaming at the assholes, and/or the browser maker. It will be a long time before the hamfisted, dumbed down, and/or technocentric ethos of MS, Google and their ilk will ever get to the usability level of Apple. Another 20 years I reckon. Though MS is starting to wake up, and is trying, and even has the "Move" command in the dialog box now (in some places- tentative, per usual), something they could of done for us long term command line VMS and Unix users when we got stiffed with the MS Windows platform (v. 3.1) by way of corporate imposition of the standard desktop way back when. I don't think MS's usability credibility will ever recover in the minds of those who were using Unix workstations (non-Intel CPU) before they were thrown under the bus for the sake of corporate desktop uniformity. Not that the management did shit either; they just rolled over like nearly all of them. One shoe fits all, from power workstation users (me, and most of my colleagues) to the office secretary in the eyes of our workplace IT clowns. A sabotage and scoot job, and it does make me wonder how all of my IT colleagues knew to invest in MS back then (1990), and eventually make a personal bundle. I thought Windows desktop was utter shit then, and never thought it would go the near full corporate saturation level it did. There is more elected/selected differences between Apple and MS and how they each fumbled and stumbled and succeeded  along the way, with the former making a comeback via mobile platforms that "somehow" the Embalmer never quite figured out, including the idiocy of embracing the closed Symbian platform. All water under the bridge I suppose, and perhaps easier to note in hindsight.

I remember seeing the Embalmer (Steve Balmer, MS CEO at the time) on a TV interview about in 2004, and repeating the phrase, "controlling and ensuring the user's full Windows experience" at least three times, as his defense of MS's monopoly and closed platform. Yeah right; screaming at the MS Windows OS for 30 minutes at least 3x/week because it was an (advanced) feature-deprived clunky mess, bloatware in other respects, and an interface jungle pandering to dumb-shits. I still reckon I should be a one person benchmark for GUI usability and comprehensibility for those over an IQ of 100 (LOL)!  After one "grows up" on the semantic and interface consistency and predictability of IBM and DEC mainframes, and later Unix workstation GUIs, turning over GUI interface and new platform architecture to the kids who knew only DOS was a paradigm shift into the toilet. Only Apple was the bright light on the GUI interface at first, though Jobs wasn't cut out for development of a corporate level OS. That Linux has since come to the fore, as a corporate back-end at least, is another bright light. I suppose there are books on the 1990's workplace desktop, OS and GUI wars, and perhaps one day I will investigate that.

07-18-2019
A whole four days has passed by and I haven't attended to getting this posted on the usual Sunday night. Funny how that "happens", these sudden blasts of lassitude for no apparent reason. So without further ado, here is the posting.

Excise Surgery

02-07-2018
Wednesday, and I am still on vineyard pruning, though it is coming to a close. Perhaps one more day after this before the 4.5 acres is done. I get intermittent visits from the "Snow Bear" (all white), the Pyrenees Mountain dog for a trip down memory lane when I last had my Newfoundland (all black) in 1978. That my dog got cancer when it was 7 years old always seemed to be odd, but since the perps went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002, I have since become suspicious that they didn't remotely invoke this.

Interestingly, last year's vineyard had an all-white Akbash puppy that was tethered most of the time. It was a large dog too, and the odd time when I was in tether range tending to vines, the damn thing kept piling on top of me, despite my best efforts to show who was boss. It was that behavioral trait that ultimately earned its exodus to a farm of a family relation in Alberta. It became too intolerable in its own house even.

Back in around 2009 or so, when my father was still mobile and at home, though with Alzheimer's, he, me and my mother were walking at this outdoor accessible shopping area after a tea at a nearby business, and this pickup truck pulled up beside us on an access road where there was no allowed parking and stopped for no seeming reason. (No traffic holding it up, and why on a commercial lane?) The passenger window was open and there was a large Pyrenees dog in the passenger seat looking out at us. A beautiful and impressive dog it was, and it always struck me as odd that the perps needed to obviously arrange this for all of us to see together. As a family we were all familiar with Newfoundland dogs (three, serially), a black coated lookalike to the white Pyrenees breed. In fact, they may share a common lineage, as they may have crossed the Pyrenees breed with the local Newfoundland breed at the time, via introduction by the Portuguese fishermen of the time. I just find it most curious that the perps need to arrange dog coat colors, and breeds even to the point that one may look like another, and yet be an opposite coat color. And in case of this orchestrated vignette, all for less than 10 seconds of direct observation time.

Onto excising etc. Defined as follows;

verb (used with object), excised, excising.
1. to expunge, as a passage or sentence, from a text.
2 to cut out or off, as a tumor. 

noun
1. an internal tax or duty on certain commodities, as liquor or tobacco, levied on their manufacture, sale, or consumption within the country.

I took an hour out of my day to deal with my minor skin surgery that was scheduled a month ago. They even put on a single lane traffic at a 90 degree bend, replete with boom truck for my trip from work to the hospital. Any departure from work at an irregular time begets plenty of gangstalking action. It was a small lesion that was persistent on my forehead, under my hair hang for at least 10 years. The medical term is "excise", meaning to remove, a term I never use in this context, because I always associate it with the collection of government taxes on wine, spirits etc. I only recently became aware of the medical definition.

I got back to work afterward, and was having my lunch in the winery when the boss man came by, and I told him it was all done, and he said it was "excised"; true enough. As we were chatting, he tells me that the excise inspectors, the ones that collect revenue from wineries etc., "happened" to be in and he had just finished his excise audit, and all was OK. Such a fine coincidence, pivoting around two definitions of this one word in one morning.

All day yesterday I was hammered with planted notions that the perps are going to cease hostilities on me, just when I thought this mind fuck malarkey was over with.  As mentioned in past blog postings, this mind fuck game has gone one for at least one campaign every two years, (two week duration or longer) which makes at least eight, and many, many lesser duration times too. The notion that the perps would cease hostilities just doesn't add up; they are still busy on brownstalking, gangstalking my ass constantly (even more now), pit-lamping more too, and have been on me since birth, and even putting me through the MKULTRA abuses in Montreal (in all likelihood, hasn't been proven). It begs the question as to why they needed to wipe out 99% of my recall when aged 2 to 5.

And as part of today' mind-fuckery, they also added in plenty of their faux romantic notions with ML, another constant theme in all of this, though I have seen her in person at least twice. It is rare that this goes on all day, but it did. Apparently we are to meet "soon", a word that gets planted ad nauseum. In this escalated abuse situation, "soon" means tomorrow, and it hasn't happened. And I don't expect to meet anyone in a romantic situation, as who would be so crazy as to hang with a TI, save another TI or else an assigned perp? As if I haven't been through the wringer on this one in the past, as the perps have a knack of picking romantic losers for me; the ex became a nasty assed jerk (a sudden behavior change for the worse in 1990), and then Ms. C of my Seattle working days (1999-2002) was not only obviously involved in the abuse (before and after overt onset), but was a confrontational drama queen, with a minor habit of pulling frosty spells for no seeming reason. (I need to re-listen to Tom Waits' "Emotional Weather Report" on this one.) Within the first week of meeting Ms. C in 2000, it was obvious that she was prone to deceptive renditions of the facts, and I was thinking to myself then, how is it that I meet women who are fast and loose with the facts, and bullshit me so often? Mystery solved; they were planted, and seem to meet the perps need for seeding me with disinformation or just plain lies. Part of their information research imperative it would seem.

And does the pit lamping and gangstalking never end, never mind the fuckery of running me out of specific staple grocery items? The Fairview (Road) Train, as I call it, a 95% regular train of vehicles to hold me up at the corner of my regular beat before I turn onto that street at any time of the day or night. And why is it on a Wednesday night at 2000h, that these vehicles are arranged with such relentless consistency?

Then the gangstalking surge on my ass at the entrance to SOF supermarket. Still, they continue to run me out of large size coconut chunks, the display now 3 weeks empty save the small size, and kept the stalkers swarming me when I entered (at least four waves of the fuckers). I got skunked on getting cooked chicken, somehow it was cut off early tonight, so I ended up with pieces in a brown box instead of the black plastic container with the transparent plastic lid. Here we go again, heavy brown color research still; as if hot chocolate every day now with added cinnamon (a different color of brown) wasn't enough.

When I get back to my residence and am sitting in my vehicle filling out my time sheet, a gangstalker guy on my ass again, this time with his leashed dog underfoot as I was about to step out. He was headed away from me when I first arrived in the lane, and for some reason reversed his path and ended up beside me as I was about to step out of my brown interiored vehicle. He also wearing brown, though of a more different cinnamon tone, particular to a work clothing of a certain manufacturer. And to not put too fine of a point on it, I was doing this exact thing last week, parked only 20m away in my landlord's parking location when the woman from across the street delivered some misdirected mail to me on their behalf. I have been frequently gangstalked by my co-workers when putting my time card through the machine at larger work sites in the past. So what is it about filling out, or having my time card punched, that is so consistently interesting to the perps? I don't care, and I don't give a shit, just leave me the fuck alone, in any situation, everytime.

03-08-2018
An inch of fluffy snow in the vineyard this morning that became slush in a few hours, and then dropped to the ground in another hour. At first the vines had to be knocked free from snow to enable me to prune them. Before long I had to dislodge the slush, but thankfully that glove wetting episode ended after an hour, and I got my gloves dried at lunch. I finished the 4.5 acres late today; after nearly three work weeks of grinding it out with hand tools, 3.5 rows per day, I am finally done.

Even getting pit-lamped in the vineyard now; vehicles from 200+m away, not to mention the adjacent property owner and his driving around. All I had to do was look up, and from 100m away, his headlights were pointed directly at me.

I got nailed for a two hour nap attack after work today. I might have had a half hour of sleep deficit at most, something that would go unnoticed in the main, but that morphed into a two hour take-down as I see it. It took me half an hour to pull myself together to get up. Then, even with clothes on, I was cold, and ended up changing into something warmer. Talk about punching a hole in one's evening.

And I see the job that I applied for last year, but became too mysteriously sick to consider continuing with the interview process, is now advertised again. I heard through the grapevine last year that it wasn't filled, so here it goes again. Hopefully it won't turn out to be a ridiculous puff ball interview like the last job interview (similar job) which amounted to nothing, as expected. It could be my first regular full time job since 2002 when the assholes ran me out of my job in Seattle, but one should never get too optimistic, especially when "dashed expectations" happen at 10x normal frequency, ever since 04-2002 when the perps first went berserk/overt. Keeping TI's broke is a big part of the game, and not to put too fine of a point on it, what will it be like to have an obvious set of gangstalking coworkers in an office? Been there, done that, (all those odious and pained looks) and one has to wonder why they would put me through that bullshit again.

03-10-2018
Saturday, and a day of errands and the like. I really wanted to get my vehicle cleaned up and wear my muddy snow boots and clean them at the same time. The plan was to go early and beat the rush at this one auto cleaning business that has about 6 self serve bays, plus four vacuum cleaners, and for those so inclined, one drive through bay. Not only that, but they have change machines that always work (save one time), and failing that, one can use a credit card. Plus they are open in sub zero weather. Early turned out to be 1000h, not too early, but not late, but I got skunked big time. With three vehicles waiting at each bay, I decided to screw it, and get on with other things. I went back there an hour later and it was still the same. My read was that this was an orchestrated skunk; that is, choking the place up to thwart my intentions (aka "dashed expectations"), and to have me keep the big snow boots in the vehicle for the rest of the day. I cannot count the times that great expectations get dashed; no sense in making plans in this state of being a TI. They were gangstalking me up the asshole when I went elsewhere after this shit show, in keeping with what they usually do after pulling an big stunt.

Anyhow, on with the laundry and shopping etc. And with sunny skies, even if 4C, I put the laundry out to dry, though with the low sun angle and low temperature, only the breeze helped. I hand washed the ski pants that kept me warm for the last two weeks, getting them muddy on the last day. Funny how that "happens"; the last day of wearing them begets a situation (muddy conditions) that forces them to be cleaned before they get put away for the season (I hope). Cleaned for the first time as it "happens", as they had been sitting around for five years and I had "forgot" I had them all this time. I had other winter time work clothes, but this year, owing to new-found sensitivity to cold temperatures, I needed something extra. I am thinking of getting ski goggles and a face mask as well so I can be better prepared for winter temperatures next year. Past winter outside work hasn't been so bad as this one, even if the low temperatures have been about the same. I see that my morning body temperature is 36.2C, which doesn't seem good to me, and I get to 36.4C in the evening.

Wearing the ski pants for the first time suggests that the perps had this planned out five years ago as I don't ski, and I pondered then as to why I needed them in the first place. (The planted notion was that I was going to start skiing as there is a local ski hill here). This is another imposed "normal"; advanced planning so I have items (food, clothing typically) sitting around for extended durations before I need them. No question the perps have a big deal over the color, cut and fabric of my clothes, but I don't see why they are so consistently nuts over this as they are. I don't purchase custom clothes, so there must be thousands of others wearing the same manufactured clothes items, so why don't the perps study them instead of hounding the shit out of me? The perps tell me that I am the "test case" and they do study others (in the same clothes) in great detail, but for some reason need to study me more. Go fuck yourselves, I have been a study (read, abuse) victim for long enough. It will be 16 years of this berserk/overt abuse and harassment in mid-April, a little over a month from now. Not to mention a prior 47 years of being covertly monitored, with some abuse moments in the mix too.

03-11-2018
Sunday, and the first day of daylight savings time, always a big perp event for whatever reason. Though this time, I went to work with two colleagues on cane collection in two locations and once done, for a project completion beer in town. It was warm, sunny and calm, and a perfect day to be outside in the vineyard. The bar was a little crowded, and new to me, they allowed children in there too. Which of course meant that two of them buzzed around me for a short time, all in keeping with the child-stalkers that have preceded them over the last 15 years of this shit show.

Anyhow, time to get this posted for the week.

Eclipsed

08-21-2017
Only a partial eclipse above the 49th parallel; but the sunlight level did dip some and it got colder at about 1000h PDT. I was working in the vineyard then, and lo, if my break time was timed to be just then. The assholes had me sleep in another hour after the alarm, so I elected for a 0800h start time, instead of the usual 0700h. The first break is usually two hours after start time, and so I got to have my break as the eclipse was on. I had plenty of sleep, so there was absolutely no need for an extra hour's sleep, so I suppose the perps  were up to their usual get-up time manipulations, this time in service of their long running stunt of dimming down the sun intensity. This time of course, it was predicted and within the natural order of things, such as we know them on this planet.

And as one can seen the "chem trails" crowd were on the job at the moment of the eclipse, doing their usual thing of emulating either cloud formations (har, har) or often times, land forms. In this case it is the former in all its contrivations.

An astonishing computer intrusion last night; I was listening to KW on allflac last night and I decided I liked the album, but the buttons said "download" instead of the usual "add to cart". So I clicked the button and got the downloaded album for free; most odd. Then I unpacked the zip file and copied them to move to my RAID disc, and created the parent KW directory (a new to me artist), and lo, the album title showed up. Then a second directory with another album that I liked. I went into Tag Scanner to clean up the file names and rename them just the way I consistently do. But they were already renamed just the way I do it; track-song title-artist-album name. I couldn't believe it. A free download, plus one extra album, directories created and files renamed exactly how I wanted. After downloading hundreds of albums from this site, I just cannot get over it, and all this to my favor instead of the usual adversity.

08-22-2017
Vineyard work, and only a little smokey, and I got some tanning done (shirt off- casual place), and music listening. The latter activity was postponed for later in the morning after the vehicle in the next orchard quit pummeling me with their vehicle radio, doors open, all for me to hear at loud volume. Then after four hours of listening to my headphones, they cranked up their radio volume again, presumably to punch through the headphones, even if it was just when there were inter-track gaps. But of course at this point, that is, noise inundation through the headphones, they put on a few helicopters, and the adjacent house building noise also reached a crescendo.

I have it figured that I will be working at this vineyard, or more correctly, jointly managed vineyards (two), as in both instances, the owners are building a new house. The perps like to compensate cooperating employers, and one of the seeming methods is arranging the construction of a new house. Recall that my employer of 2015-16 was building a new house. Anyhow, there was a full time job that I was unable to respond to in 02-2017, and it has remained unfilled, so I am hoping it comes up again. I have my doubts given the number of times I have been baited by the "perfect" job, as posted, and it doesn't materialize. There is no agency that loves to mess with victims' minds over the theme of "don't count your chickens before they hatch" than the perps. Just hilarious, and now 15 years of these mind-fuck pummelings.

08-23-2017
A Wednesday off work due to a mid day doctor appointment in Kelowna. It was for an IV  to supply an iron medication, as I don't absorb it from my diet. And if your are low dopamine,  your are low iron as I read there in the doctor's office,- I took my book) as it took 1.5 hours or so to drip in. It was a double dose, and so the IV bag was a deep brown color, I suppose, twice as the single doses of last year.

And in keeping with the perps and their color coordination games, it wasn't too much of a surprise to see deep brown UPS vehicles on the road, and too, the brown skinned folk out greater numbers. One stunning piece of idiotic driving was these three negroes in a blue vehicle who pulled in front of my parked vehicle and stopped in mid-street, skewed as if they were making a R turn, but stopped. As it "happened" they were stopped because they were about to enter a one way street in the wrong direction and somehow "failed" to notice this at first. I haven't seen anything quite so stupid for a while, which was last year when there was a car full of negroes stopped in mid-street, unable to continue their turn for whatever reason, all to hold me up of course. It maybe another 10 years before they let me wear a brown shirt, assuming they mind fuck me into it, which they can do readily. One doesn't own one's dislikes in this rabbit hole.

And in an unrelated game of fuckery while in Kelowna, the I was skunked out of getting work gloves at a particular store that has them at half the price locally. The notion to get some replacements had been going on for over a month, as I am down to my last pair, holed in the fingers as they are. (The perps just love to blow holes in my gloves; once I had a pair at work that developed holes while they were unused on my break time). Anyhow, I go to this store, and lo, they are out of size M. Lots of L and XL, but I like M size as extra long floppy fingertips just drive me to distraction. Another case of dashed expectations, or is it, planned shortages.

There was a woman at the parking lot when I arrived, whose card wouldn't work, and tried it twice. She was first to arrive at the meter among three of us, and since her card didn't work,  she let the cute babe go ahead in turn. Her card worked fine and then first woman tried her card, and it still didn't work, kind of getting her card in ahead of each of us. Then when it didn't work, she let me pay, cash, and I was done. Then she said she would park elsewhere. No matter; and lo, once I exited the doctor's office and one of the staff led ahead (on lunch break), and I turned the corner on the street, why, the woman with the seemingly dysfunctional card was on the street in her ridiculous day glo sunglasses.

In the waiting room at the doctor's office, two fat women were on either end of the red leatherette couch, so I sat in the white single chair. Then three women came in, two fat sisters and one slim daughter, two of them standing near me. It was kind of like a fat women's stake out, save the daughter. Eventually one of the original fat women was called to her appointment, and a blonde woman came in a few minutes to sit in her place.

After the IV drip, I headed to my vehicle in the parking lot, and there were three white trades vans just sitting there with the Fuckwits sitting in them. Like WTF; since when did trades folk go to a public downtown parking lot just to sit there, even if it was lunch time? As long term readers will know, white trades vans seem to be the vehicle of choice to hound me, and when all this shit came down in 04-2002 there were suddenly out in profusion and haven't let up since.

No other spectacular driving idiocy today, despite being on the highway one hour N bound, and again, S bound. Funny how the perps let off sometimes. Though I had plenty of vehicles around me for most of the trip, nothing new there. I had a laddered pickup (aka "Ladder Patrol") hound me for the first 10 minutes when heading N bound, and an ambulance came in the opposite direction during this interval. I wouldn't be gangstalker-free at the South Pole.

08-24-2017
I worked two jobs today, and I see a forest fire was timed such that the fire retardant aircraft flew over me in each location. And with a N wind, they turned above the former vineyard I worked at for five months until June on their approach to the airport. (When I was there there were many fire retardant aircraft overhead, making turns, empty or loaded depending on wind conditions). I finished the part time job and texted the vineyard owner on my completion and hours.

08-25-2017
So much for the IV iron preventing me from afternoon napping at home. Another day in the vineyard, and lo, if the assholes didn't screw me out of my digital audio player, as they had me "forget" to charge it up last night, and only let me know as I was about to head out the door. Then to add insult to injury, the Power Amp phone player also failed inside of an hour due to some kind of software upgrade glitch. (I have been through the Power Amp app forced upgrade issue before, and am fucking fed up with this senseless version contingency failure problem, hence acquiring a dedicated digital audio player). Thanks a bunch assholes; twice jerked around over portable audio player failure in one day.

The part time vineyard owner texted me in the morning and said there was a paycheck for me on the fridge. I texted him back and said I would be there at 3:15, after my day job. I went there at that time, and no one was there, save their poodle who wanted to play, and I obliged, as I am a former poodle owner, and that is the one thing they love to do- play. I tried their door even, and it was locked. So WTF; I arrive exactly when I said I would, and no note, and no one was there. What is it about these fuckarounds over getting paid? One part time vineyard of a few years ago pulled this shit too; they said the paycheck would be under the door mat and it wasn't, necessitating another trip there.

08-26-2017
Saturday, a day off, but what a fuckaround of a day. First, I was awakened at 0700h after an 8 hour sleep, and somehow it took me another 1.5 hours to finally get out of bed. I got my laundry done at the laundromat amidst the relentless vehicle trains at 1000h, and while out, I yet again, got skunked on acquiring these particular gloves (per above) I prefer at a work wear store that normally has them.

The weather was sunny, but with the Kelowna fires, there was smoke haze in the air, but not anywhere near as bad as the prior 6 weeks. After lunch, it would of been ideal for me to lay down on a towel in the grass outside my place, but as the landlord applied 2-4-D in the last few days (without notice this year), the chemical stink was intolerable. Inside, the perps ground me down for a two hour nap attack in the afternoon (after reading for 30 min.), and from my sun worshiping perspective, it would of been far better to lie down and sleep outside and get a tan at the same time. But it was not allowed in this constrained and orchestrated world of being a mind controlled experimentee, especially when my sunlight exposure is so highly important to the perp's objectives.

And after the above colossal and unneeded sleep, I tested and packed up my stereo amplifier, as it has been flaky for the last month. But the perps had a few more games to play, as it wasn't working in the L channel, and now it was. But it flaked out sometimes, but the digital audio player wouldn't play at all, so I played it through my little used headphone amp and it was fine. I also swapped the speakers, and they were fine. I went through this senseless and utterly confounding shit twice last year when the YBA amp crapped out, as the repair job was faulty. So I got a new amp, and now it has crapped out. What is it about stereos, and music reproduction that the perps need to sabotage it so much, so often? I just don't get it. Infuriated barely covers my exasperation.

I had intentions to collect my paycheck from the part time vineyard, but lo, I never heard from them all day. After standing me up yesterday, I thought they might of been somewhat contrite, but no, these things don't happen in this state of been kept in a managed Fuckover scene, 24x7.

With damn near everything going wrong today, it has been one long day of screaming at the assholes over nearly every move. All these fake touches, having me blunder into things, having things constantly snag and hang up, and then the extended and unneeded forced afternoon nap. And now, no end of keystroke errors. I have had enough today.

08-27-2017
Sunday, and another day off; vineyard work is less demanding as one gets closer to harvest. With any luck, I can get another two weeks of work into September. After that, it is sporadic harvest jobs.

And what a night last night; they kept me awake while prone in bed and wanting to get to sleep for over four hours, in this slow "rotisserie" state, where some kind of invoked discomfort causes me to turn some. This time, about every 15 minutes for at least four hours. I suppose I got some sleep along the way, but it didn't seem like it. Short shrift for some 10 hours of prone time.

And what did they do to me in the night that has caused such pain to my rib cage and also into the back of it too? All day I have had a sore rib cage, most noticeable when bent over and more force is exerted upon it. No bruises or visible damage curiously, as they seem to treat me lightly for these kind of visible marks, unlike some TI's I know.

I was up for hiking today, to McIntyre Bluff, but was delayed by a road race on the highway. The ITU Multisport Championships were wrapping up today, and the perps like to keep me clueless as to what is going on. But what is it about the perps and them not allowing me to start a hike early? All my life I started hikes early, and ever since they invaded there is one thing after another that stops me from getting away any sooner than 1100h, and usually 1200h before I start the actual hike.

Anyhow, enough for a week, and onto posting this.

Rain Out

04-18-2017
More like thunderstorm; the boss man said if there is any lightning, we must vacate the vineyard. Sure enough, inside 5 min., lightning flashes came on to accompany the thunder. By then it was raining and hailing. I find it totally incongruous that there would be a thunderstorm here (Okanagan Valley) in April.Thunderstorms following hot weather, for sure. But it hasn't been hot, and we still may not be out of winter weather.

Then I got hit for a two hour nap attack. The usual caveat applies; I did not need the sleep in any way.

04-19-2017
A full day of vineyard work, and the latter half wearing my new headphones, as the old ones had their "problems". (Read, perp imposed fuckery).  New headphones meant a number of helicopters over the afternoon, and a strong wind started up and stayed for the whole of the afternoon. And the usual row-end games; the boss arrives in his pickup just as I am finishing the row. I cannot count the number of times these "row end clusterfucks/gangstalk eruptions" happen, but it is totally consistent with the perps' research need every time I change direction. Back to the anisotropic properties of energy, and likely, energy absorption. (Anisotropic; different physical properties in different directions, x, y, z- e.g. wood -you can split it easily on its endgrain, but not the other directions).

This week's vineyard work has been to remove tendrils and debris off the irrigation lines, and to make sure there is a hanger for every dripper, every 18" or so. Needless to say there are a number of other things to tidy up, like tie downs that were missed, and ties that are girdling the cordons.

A new employee yesterday; I will call her an "dis-engagee", a now new kind of employee in workplaces world wide; plugged into earphones for the whole day. Not unlike most of the others, though another one is particularly plugged into elsewhere; even at lunch time in the heated shed he is on his phone and earphones, making no bones about not talking to anyone. But of course I am listening to my headphones as much as the weather permits, but I don't go out of my way to be disengaged.

Said new employee has a Toyota Corolla of a light tan metallic brown color, nearly the same as my Ford Escape, given to me by my mother in 01-2017. Not forgetting my ride for the last five years was a mid-grey Toyota Camry, which still sits outside unsold, now three months on the used market. One would think I was selling a motor-home for crissakes.

More likely changes in my residence circumstances in the wind. The owners want access tomorrow to show the place to a potential buyer of their and this place, being a carriage house. All these wonderful benefits of no neighbors up, down or any side will likely not persist in any new arrangement. Back to the past in all likelihood; overhead pounding, sex rabid neighbors, yapping dudes etc. The perps usually don't allow me to live in one place for more than four years. Ditto back in Victoria, 2007-2011. And four prior residences 2002-2006. And four residences from 2012-13.

04-20-2017
A rainy start to the day, enough that I changed  into my rain gear at the outset. It was to rain all day on and off, but by 1330h, the sun came out and warmed me up enough to take off my ski jacket, though still with my rain pants on as I would of needed to take off my boots etc. A rare combination of clothes; rain (ski) jacket off, rain paints on, and warmish weather. All this on the vineyard job, cleaning up the irrigation lines of tendrils and the sloppy tie-down work that was permitted this year. Don't ask me why the crew boss was so slack, but I did draw his attention to it before, all for nothing.

04-21-2017
A nice weather day for the first time this year, down to a shirt. From winter weather to summer weather all in one day. Said shirt was black, so that meant that I was in all black today after 0900h. In fact, I was in a black ski jacket first thing, and then it was suddenly so warm that I took off my grey sweater too, and so it was black to black as it were.

Today, like yesterday, they had the other two guys on other projects, so I worked with the two women on the crew for much of the day. All part of the selective gender games, which includes introducing the males back in singly later in the day. Both have pony tails, a hair feature I absolutely loathe on males, and the perps know this given their relentless pursuit in displaying this along with other typical male vestiges; guts, beards, waddling walk, skin-heads, and others. Just to think; 15 years of this insane litany of selectively introduced male features, especially the Unfavored ones.

The gorgeous tasting room supervisor whom I have met a few times, but don't see much of in my regular work, "happened" to be outside at lunch time and I caught a fleeting glance for three seconds while in my light brown (mid-brown interior) vehicle. And lo, if she wasn't in light tan pants and a black top, and I was all dressed in black after above mentioned clothing change. Funny how I get color matched stalkers. Do the perps buy their clothes too so they have a color matched wardrobe on hand?

04-23-2017
Doing care duty yesterday as my former co-worker is laid up with a broken knee cap. He is on the mend OK, but it will take three months before he is back together. Just to think, he was learning about winery equipment when it "happened", and we know who likes to interrupt human learning. And you think all those school shoot-ups and massacres are random nutters?

I drove my colleague to his favorite grocery store, and then his liquor store and packed all these for him. Needless to say it was a gangstalk scene, and plenty of brown people dogging me in his grocery store, aisle after aisle, and even parking themselves at the aisle end for crissakes. Added into this gangstalk scene were two of my vineyard co-workers who "happened" to be there separately, both of the  strong "dis-engagee" stripe. The above mentioned woman who started this week was one of them, and she didn't even acknowledge me for crissakes. Either her vision is bad, or she is totally out of it, or else is controlled to be utterly rude. Lots of fat people at this grocery big-box store too. The final touch was at the second stop, the liquor store when my colleague bought his items, then I bought a bottle of wine myself, and just as we were leaving, why, a striking black haired babe struts in. I am sure she caught my colleague's attention too.

Which set me up for later, as two brown skinned people came to see my vehicle for sale. They drove around to test the car, taking turns. They seemed like nice guys, but the story changed from coming to purchase it so he could drive home to Kelowna (that he was desperate to buy it), to a parting "I'll let you know". The price was agreed to via text messaging two days beforehand, so price wasn't a deterrent, and he said the car was in good condition, he, a former Camry owner. Recall from two weeks ago, three E. Indians (from India) came to view my vehicle in a parking lot who checked it over but didn't drive it, another ridiculous ruse IMHO.

I did not hear from the brown skinned people about my Camry for sale today. So it would seem this was another ruse to have them view, and this time, drive my vehicle. The perps like to have one anticipate a sale, or money, and it not materialize, and I suppose this was just another. Maybe these three prospective buyers in three months is part of the perps' "warm up", finally getting to a sale in few more months and visitors. Yesterday's ruse had a more urgent tone to it, building up the story that the guy was desperate for a vehicle and would have to scrape to get to Penticton and then purchase it to secure his passage back. The story didn't pan out when he arrived with a pal in a new Corolla, and then departed in it. One would think I was selling a 40' RV for all the curious lack of sale action.

I got out for a hike though, getting the imminent rain forecast when in fact it turned out to be warm-ish with high overcast. Yet again, I got my follow-me-up and follow-me-down hiking stalkers. In the five years I have been going up this trail, this hasn't happened until two weeks ago, and then again today. Too many coincidences IMHO. Said hiking gangstalkers, like two weeks ago, hung back in their nearby vehicle when I arrived at mine, just for more variation action; e.g. on trail one way, then return, and then at or in vehicle. They could of been long gone but weren't. Plenty of those fugly oversized shorts on other hiking males up and back. I loathe cargo shorts or baggy shorts on males especially, and the perps seem to know it, and therefore add more of this into the gangstalking scene. Another one of those Unfavored vignettes the perps love to pummel me with, extending the season every year it would seem.

And on the way back I stopped at the LD store, and what a holy gangstalk scene that was. Fuckwits blocking and criss-crossing my path one after another, and that was just getting parked. (One being a two tone light brown Camry of similar age to mine). Once ambulatory, in typical fashion they popped three Fuckwits out from behind the corner of the building, and in keeping this up, three Fuckwits from two separate doors emerged at the same time as I was approaching the mall entrance, forcing me to take the third set. Then another doddering Fuckwit crossing in front of me as I approached LD, and then three Fuckwits blocking my usual store entry route. So I take an alternate route, and another Fuckwit was there, and once around him, a kid is on disengaged cross-my-path duty, and once he blew by, a pair of doddering geriatrics were blocking the aisle. And once mobile, this Fuckwit woman was dithering over the chocolate section, not seeming to be very shopping focussed, and adroitly placing herself two seconds ahead of me as to where I wanted to go. I haven't had such an over-obvious chocolate-stalker for a long time. Another geriatric stalker was opposite hiding behind an aisle constricting display. I hadn't seen anything quite like this since the intense and insane abuse days of 2002. And what was the special event, apart from returning from my hike? Why, I had drove the Camry, the vehicle the aforementioned brown skinned pair had driven for 20 minutes the day before.

Exciting times in perp-ville, and the sense I get is that they aren't even close to concluding their brownstalking research. And to set that above whole deal up, who planted the notion that I needed chocolate anyhow?

So now, taking possession in 2017 of the the perp-abetting parent's light metallic tan (medium brown interior) Ford Escape, the brownstalking has moved up a notch. Maybe in 2027 they will lay on a brown skinned girlfriend. (I hope to be gone by then, but given this macabre and abusive trajectory, I am not holding my breath. Nor do I want any girlfriend as she is bound to be a perp abettor). Though it seems the Psychopaths have been working on the brown girl angle in parallel as both my perp-abetting brothers have brown skinned wife/girlfriend.

Enough on browning the victim and 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.

Futility in the Snow Flurry

12-19-2016
Another almost car accident today; this time aided by snowy and slippery conditions. I was driving along Eastside Rd, still in the city (of Penticton), coming into a LH curve downhill, and this idiotic woman from a driveway on my R side sits and waits, to the point I thought she was going to wait for me to pass by. But no, with a skiff of fresh snow on the ground and with an 15% adverse grade, and a loose gravel driveway, she makes her move to turn and cross my path. It was a dumb enough move if it were bare and dry road conditions, but it wasn't. Putting on the brakes hard would of been problematic, but I applied them enough to slow down on the down slope and my wheels fortunately caught sand on the road which helped considerably. She was only 6" away from my bumper before she got her excessively spinning wheels engaged enough to get her car out of the way. The postwoman at the adjacent mailboxes couldn't believe it either. And the offending vehicle was the same middle grey as mine was surely not a coincidence.

Another one of those, "don't know how we missed" almost-collisions. Earlier this year, a deer doing a near-kamikaze run on the highway in broad daylight did the same, and going back three years, there was almost head-on collision on the same Eastside Rd. Why is it that the perps need to arrange these near vehicle collisions for me? Could it be yet more traumatization games, putting them into my brain so to invoke a response they so want to remotely detect and later monitor? I think we have done the traumatizations for a long time; the three memory wiped years when aged 2 to 5 in particular, given the freak show that is constantly arrayed around me, read about the Unfavored.

The above mission was to head to my former winery employer 30 highway minutes away, who has yet to pay me for the last week of employment. A futility mission as it turned out, as no one responsible was there, having left for France for Christmas. One fellow was there, but he didn't know. I left unequivocal instructions on my last time sheet to mail my last paycheck, and three weeks later after its issue, nothing. As it "happens", said fellow will be spending Christmas in the same city I will be.

Or is that too part of this ongoing fucking insane campaign of late of delaying my mail, orders, parcels and everything else? The vitamins I ordered two weeks ago, and normally arrive within two days, were delayed by 10 days in shipping alone, not having been sent. So it is very likely that these two items, plus another mail item will all arrive in my absence, despite my best intentions and actions to prevent this very problem. The latter mentioned item usually takes three days to come, and now it will be at least twice that. Prior to that, my Black Friday online sales purchase from Vancouver, an overnight truck delivery, didn't get sent for a week because "somehow" I ordered an item they didn't have in stock when their online system indicated that it was, confirmed by the vendor. Hence my ski jacket for outdoor vine pruning and accompanying snow shovel arrived the day before the snow came down, and both saw use that very next day. Good timing that, but why didn't they bring on the snow earlier instead of putting me through yet another order obstruction? I understand they like me to wear things straight out of a (brown) cardboard box, but this is getting ridiculous, and surely they could put their own jerkass operatives through that rather than obstruct yet another delivery of mine.

And for the aforementioned trip along Eastside Rd, they put a shit tanker, aka, a septic services truck, ahead of me for the 20 minute journey. And lo, near when it was about to turn off, on comes a brown colored pickup truck to take its place. Keeping up the "brown stalking" it would seem.

12-23-2016
I am now in Victoria, having flown from Kelowna Dec. 20 and staying at the First Feral Family household. And in keeping with perp stalking form, they had me covered with negro gangstalking for my flight. One at the waiting area some 12' away, then one of the two flight attendants, and one late arriving male negro male passenger, who curiously "needed" to walk the length of the aircraft aisle back where I was in Row 17 (a Q400, aka Dash 8). Then he walked back to about Row 6 or so and found his seat there. That he came late so he had unimpeded ability to walk down while everyone was seated was adroit timing, none of the shuffling along while passengers place their baggage in the overhead racks. Then to add to that, he somehow "missed" his assigned seat and only figured it out when he got to the back of the aircraft, probably 22 rows at the most. Later he doffed his hat for the skinhead look, something that the perps need to inundate me with everywhere I go. So two negroes, one male, and the other female on this flight. And of course as a flight attendant she got some face time  with me, putting on the faux friendly look, though that could of been part of her regular job and not because of me and my odious TI status that everyone seems to know about in advance somehow.

And on this topic of negro gangstalking while flying, may I remind readers of a stunt two or three years ago when my mother and ex had me spend breakfast with them before the flight, and these assholes nearly caused me to nearly miss my flight as the airport security line suddenly built up over the 20 minutes spent at the invited, but unplanned (by me) breakfast. I had to scoot to the front of the line ahead of other passengers waiting, and once through, I was the last to get on the aircraft. And lo, opposite my seat on the other side of the aisle was a negro woman. It was my (forced) turn to be late for the aircraft, the last passenger on board this time, and with a similar negro gangstalking arrangement as above. And for the record, negroes in this part of the world are less than 0.5% of the population, but it seems the perps have a consistent need to have one or more accompanying me on a commercial passenger flight. And it may be the last flight I take for a long time as my mother is giving up her vehicle and it will be unlikely that I will be flying from Kelowna to Victoria from now on.

And my departure planning got screwed around when the shuttle bus arrived 40 minutes earlier than planned with no prior notice. So "of course" I got screwed around and "forgot" some of my medications and supplements which had to be tracked down, and getting the third degree from the pharmacist, as he said he could only give me a 10 day emergency supply. I said if that is the regulation, I would go to a walk-in clinic in 10 days and get another 10 day supply which would of  been enough to cover me for this trip. He could see that I had the Rx on the province wide system, and it wasn't that I tried to persuade him any, but he then capitulated and gave me a 21 day supply, which is what I asked for. What was that about; more face time with a brown skinned (E. Indian) person perhaps?

My perp abetting mother was with me at LD where the above mentioned Rx games played out, and so afterwards she needed to fuss over getting chocolates, and keep me circulating there while the gangstalkers surged around in greater numbers than I have seen for some time. Then my mother didn't purchase any chocolates. This very same aisle was where she pulled  this same shit two years ago, and one of the perp assholes grabbed me in some kind of faux bullshit stunt. Putting on the brown as I call it.

A temperature change for my flight day too (Dec. 20). After three weeks of -8C daytime temperatures, it was +2C for the shuttle bus trip to Kelowna airport, and once in Victoria, a continuing mild spell.  I could see that Vancouver was inundated with snow as we flew over, but Victoria's lesser snow fall had dissipated in the night and morning. Just what is it all about, playing games with ground moisture sources, water or snow and then melting the snow in both departure and arrival cities on the day of travel? I have no idea, and don't give a shit, and I constantly ponder just what is so important about wetted surfaces, and sources of water, that is so important to the perps. Past blogging has highlighted perp interest in water sources, from weather, hoses, pipes and pipe material (and leaks therefrom), treatments such as filtering, as well as water that I imbibe and the drinking container material and color. "Naturally" I get exposed to others and their water bottles in all their variety.

12-28-2016
Missed blogging here from the First Feral Family house these past few days, and I don't expect to catch up for a few more. I best get this posted and start a new posting when I can.

Not Until the Fire Truck Comes By

04-29-2015
My vehicle was in for a new valve cover gasket and was to be an hour. Open at 0800h, so I figured that I could make it to work at 0915h.  No sirree, we want you to fume an extra hour while we inexplicably take our time.

At about 0930 I looked in the shop and my vehicle wasn't there. I asked at the counter and they looked too, and said there was "paper work to be done". Another half hour goes by, and all the while the ambulatory gangstalking circus parade goes on around me while seated in the customer waiting area. Then the fire truck goes by outside, sirens and lights flashing, and within 5 seconds of that stunt, they tell me my car is ready. Thanks a fucking bunch.

Among the staff at the shop/dealership, the usual queasy looks, no explanation as to why a hour job became at two hour job when it was the first one of the day. No sorry, or any excuses, just the stares of the discomforted staff who attended to my bill. I had a quote, and they stuck to that, not billing me for the extra hour. But why did the paper work take 30 minutes and where was my vehicle all that time as it wasn't in the shop or lot?

And we know it is a big deal for the perps to have me make a financial transaction, so perhaps an hour of fuming and then the flashing light show was just what the assholes wanted. Then again, maybe the perps have their shop somewhere in town.

The concurrent events to the above was that I was to drive to my employer's vineyard, my regular job, and then proceed 5 km further for the tractor driver who drove it to a repair shop. But owing to all of the above chicanery, I was of no help, as he got the tractor repaired and was back to the vineyard about the same time I arrived. That exercise served to have me communicate at least 6x via text messages as to my expected return time, where to pick him up etc.

And what was the point of this background drama, except to piss me off all the more?

04-30-2015
I felt bozo-ified today, cognitively clobbered and not allowed to know much.I had been case flipping all last week, and "somehow" forgot, and was about to flip a pallet load that was already flipped. Never have I been so uncharacteristically been so stupid as to not know what I did for the majority of the prior week.

I was labelling wine bottles for much of the day; a particular run was in 500ml bottles and sealed with glass stoppers. The bottling and labeling machine could not apply these particular stickers over the stopper, so it had to be done by hand. The  red headed girl of last week came back to help out, and for once I wasn't the slowest person on this task. It seemed that my workmate was slower, but he did have other distractions like moving pallets with the forklift etc. conferring with the owners as to the best orientation of the labels etc. Time without fail, the perps make me the slowest one of any endeavor, from vineyard to winery and anything else where there is a valid comparison, and for the first time ever in all this insane abuse, I wasn't the slowest.

05-01-2015
"Boxing day" of a kind; I am the assigned garbage-hand, the one that arranges the refuse and recycling alike and takes it all to the curb at the winery/vineyard. The corrugated cardboard was tied up into bundles and put at curbside. And lo, if the garbage pick up crew didn't take it, leaving a notice that it was too long, it could only be 3' long maximum, and this was 4.5'. And so I had to pull them back from the curb, and bring them back to the garage to sit out the weekend.

And later in the day, a large cardboard box with another one inside arrives, the contents of a online order I had made the previous week. The perps decided I needed a 18v grinder, when an AC grinder would of been 1/3 of the price of the total package, grinder, charger and batteries.

05-02-2015
Saturday. and finally a visit to the drop in clinic, after a cluster fuck at 0900h to get in, and then a 40 minute wait, though most of it was spent elsewhere getting the laundry done at the laundromat. The medical receptionist is way cute and friendly, putting on some make-up for the first time in the three prior encounters. The perps like to do "slow build introductions", by having the person, if they are a repeating encounter, to have them without makeup (if female), and then progressively wear nicer outfits and makeup. I have no idea why, as the actual face-to-face encounter time cannot be more than a few seconds, as she has her head down most of the time, attending to particulars on the LCD display.
 
One of the previous medical assistant gave me heck for having an unreadable medical card, when it was readable a few months ago at the very same location and wasn't used anywhere else . As it turned out, the card was readable by way of the magnetic stripe, one of those inevitable after the fact rejoinders the perps deprive me of.

And lo, if I wasn't found to be anemic, or at least going by the test results, with a re-test to follow next week. And the reason for this supposed blood loss might be resolvable with a colonoscopy the doctor said. I knew this was coming as it "happened' to my brother in 2002, only two months before the assholes went berserk/overt in my apartment in 04-2002. And it "happened" to my sort of then-girlfriend within a few weeks of my brother's. Some 5 years later my brother had another one, and in 2013, my boss had one too. In the latter case, I drove her to the hospital, as it "happened" that her husband hadn't made it back by then, as ordinarily they kept their business and personal activities separate from mine. On the way there, not only was the vehicular gangstalking in full deployment, they even ran a vehicle down the wrong side of the road for 100' in busy traffic, outside the clinic where I was to drop her off. When I got back to the vineyard, two members from the vehicular gangstalking parade (one a brown colored vehicle), were parked in the driveway, blocking the gate. I had to get the mofo's to move, and asked them what they wanted, and said they were "chatting". They stayed blocking the driveway for at least 30 minutes afterward. I had never seen anything quite so deliberate as that, before or since.

And with the assholes moving me off drinking coffee by invoking this urination urgency problem, and toning down the chocolate intake, (but not enough by my standards), it is apparent that they are "de-browning" me, and a colonoscopy would be the ultimate de-browning event. Besides, who else can remotely invoke anemia, though, as the doctor put it, a "loss of blood". Since there isn't any apparent loss, why, it must be the real-time body invaders, not only of mind and action, but of all (or nearly all) physiologic processes. And particularly so with respect to brown substance processing, one of their most intensely researched subjects (of all animal species, not just us).

Going wrong of late;

• Samsung phone.. lots of data exchanges that I seem to not be able to control
• Bosch grinder came with a cutter disc that was bent in the section of a protected box for crissakes
• Bosch's 18v battery two pack has only one of them fully rechargeable
• Denon headphone headband broke up about three weeks ago, and so far, two inquiries to their service department and one to their parts department have drawn no response
• no reply from a phone call about a tool that I am interested in
• legal music file down loads are taking 10x the usual time today (and of course) I found out that after I purchased 11 albums, enabled by the new checkout (batch buying) feature. Formerly, it was a single album at a time.
• A CD file had a read error on it and Exact Audio Copy took at least an hour to (successfully) read one track, when it normally does an album in less than 10 minutes

More "boxing day" action; taking the boxes from the recent amazon deliveries was a major gangstalking event at the recycling depot. One Fuckwit  did four back-and-forths in a semi berserk pattern that made no sense at all, he in the baggy shorts, part of a ridiculous black and white track outfit.

Enough for now, and to get this posted.

A Highly Strange Monday

03-16-2015
High Strangeness indeed today, Mondays often being a extra harassment/adversity day. And I suppose, having yoga in the evening adds to whatever the perps are grinding me over for. (Total mind control by remote means as one example of what they are looking for, as it seems they still script noises when I shift my attention to something else).

I was requested to be at work Monday morning at the house/winery location, instead of where I had been Friday before. BUT there was no one there! Not the owners, nor the regular wine making assistant, nor the office staff either (they come later). I did my vineyard tasks over the next hour and a half, and there was one vehicle that came, but I did not recognize. I saw the guy walking around, and he was there for 20 minutes or so, and just "happened" to be driving out on the driveway when I was walking up, as I had finished then. The perps cannot get enough pit-lamping me it seems, and this mofo was assigned just for that alone it would seem. It is not like he stopped to ask me where everyone was. And too, I scratched my head to ponder if this was some kind of national holiday, which it wasn't. I then moved on to the second vineyard location and resumed the priorFriday's work.

I drove by the winery location on my way back and still there was no vehicles parked there. And the boss didn't enlighten me as to why I needed to be there after the fact.

Long time readers will know the perps pulled a similar stunt in 2009 or so. I was working at a farm with a conveyor for the crew to sort daffodil bulbs as they came along. We all had the same lunchtime break as there was a buzzer, and another to restart. I go back to the production line and there was no one there. I was there for a few minutes and then someone came by to tell me the crew was in the field across the road on a different job. So, some ten or so workers all knew about the change in job location and somehow forgot to tell me. When I rejoined them, no one said squat as to how they all knew and I didn't.

The vineyard was cold and damp, as there had been some freezing overnight rain. I don't know why the perps scripted this special weather significance while I was alone in the vineyard. But I do know they screwed me for $260, because they had the outside door handle break off before I set off. The freezing rain has somehow (har, har) caused the driver's side door to be frozen, and as I was pulling on the door handle a little extra, why, it cleanly broke off. Which meant I had to access the front passenger's side, and to then reach across to the driver's side to unlock all the doors from the Unlock switch.

Later I phoned to find out how much a door handle is, plus installation, and it is $220. Thanks a bunch assholes.

Yoga was also a little different; lower attendance, about 10 or so, and none of the dude force that the perps though was so vital over the last few months. Though, the Major Fat Boy did "happen" to enter the room as I was exiting for the instructor's next class. The same effervescent Darling Pixie instructor, though she took pains to wear those fugly harem pants again. A tight top at the start of the class, which is unusual as she often has a scarf or something loose. Not that I care all that much, save the harem pants. I have no idea why this dress parade is put on, bu it is consistent perp behavior in having shills and operatives remove an article of clothing. In the case of yoga, a number of the class mates have this slow reveal, where they remove an over-garment some 5 to 10 minutes into the class, just as the instructor does. Any wonder why strippers are so popular, beyond the obvious?

Now that I have moved my regular mat some 8' E in the yoga class, there seems to be choreography about who they put in my regular old location. Last week it was the Major Fat Boy, and today it was one of the regulars, a curly mid-grey haired woman who seemed to be pissy (again). I don't know why, as I don't instigate anything. A while ago, in a one time only event, she was on my L side and put on a pissy act over that, as her regular spot was filled.

And for once, even it was the length of the classroom, the perps let me see myself in the mirror while doing yoga, maybe the second time in three years of once/week classes.

And of course the perps screwed me over in getting inside my vehicle, having the doors not unlock electrically, and only one of the two vehicle keys on my keyring could unlock the passenger's side.

03-17-2015
No explanation on where everyone was yesterday; I went to the winery location to log my hours, as the cut-off date for the first payday of the month was the day before, but as mentioned, I could not get inside to fill it out.

I was on bamboo stakes replacement, as this is a young vineyard and the vines need to be trained straight up. If they lean over too much it creates a problem zone when wanting to access the trunk from all sides to deal with low sprouting shoots and weeds.

Two black colored EC-135 helicopter passes today; both coming from the E and doing a turn over head and going back the way it came. There is a wealthy vineyard owner in the valley who bought an EC-135 for himself and it is a black colored model. It might of been him, though I have been "covered" with two black EC-135 helicopters flying in formation and not doing any turns, just a straight line path over the vineyard from S to N, and no obvious extra attention with overhead turns. Who has access to two identical black colored EC-135 helicopters?

03-18-2015
I was attempting to get the wretched vine tie down tools to work; a major vexation as these mechanical objects have a habit of jamming and otherwise failing to function. Or else the tie-down twine bunches up and becomes problematic.

The black EC-135 helicopter came for a single identical pass today, about 200' over the terrain, as before.

03-19-2015
Thursday, and working with the vine tied down tools again, picking the best of the bunch. And lo, if the perps didn't introduce new problems; wire that broke, canes that flipped and struck me in the face, and so it went.

Then I picked up a food order from the nuts and seeds dealer, then went to the winery to do packing work. Getting shipments ready with the paper work, making up boxes and the rest of the brown material exposures the perps so like to
script.

I phoned ahead to the nuts and seeds dealer to say I was coming by to pick up my order, and Max answered the phone. I go there, and tell the guy who I am and ask if he is Max, and no he says he is Dave. Like WTF; same voice, and the same guy I know as Max for the past half dozen encounters in the past two years. Though he did kind of blink when telling me that he was "Dave", which I have come to learn from Lie-spotting, can register deceit. The perps have a big theme going on about fact and fiction, (aka lies)and I suppose it was not happen chance that the ex was a notorious liar. Such are the culls that somehow find me without me looking for them.

03-20-2015
A day of task interruptions upon interruptions today; the refuse and the recycling, then driveway power washing, then the viticulture consultant arrived for a half hour, then back to power washing and then the landscape advisor, then back to power washing, then cardboard bundling and so it went. Part of the skit show was to get me wearing my blue rain pants and black gortex jacket in the vineyard (power washing gear), and then again on the trip around the house with the landscape consultant.

03-21-2015
A different kind of Saturday, as I took my vehicle in to get the drivers side outside door handle (and linkages) replaced. They had the correct paint color matched part in Vancouver, and after a week of the vexing fuckery in opening the front driver's side by reaching forward from the door behind it, this imposition is now fixed. And of course the paint color doesn't exactly match, but I don't care a whole lot about that.

All manner of extra gangstalking on the drive home, starting with the dude in the extra-height silver-grey Ford pickup who just had to park beside my driver's side 20 seconds before getting into my vehicle in the Toyota lot. (Actually, before I drove off). No extra space between the vehicles of course, but he knew enough to wait until I got between his vehicle and mine and got in and drove off. (To prevent me from standing back and looking at the just-installed door handle perhaps?) The silver grey vehicle coverage kept up for all of the 10 min. drive back to my place, as well as the ambulatory ones; e.g. dudes pushing strollers and/or taking the dog for a walk.

During the car repair interval, 1.5 hours, I walked some four blocks around my usual shopping area, instead of driving of course. Which was red meat to a shark as far as gangstalking went; vehicle trains galore, Fuckwits moving in close behind me at the checkout, dudes standing in mid-aisle pretending not to notice they were blocking customer egress, ever-hovering "shoppers" placed exactly where I wanted to go for the one item I came for, and so it goes.  Same public gangstalking routine, just another day. And by the time it was done, a $360 hit for the door handle replacement and an oil change, and finding out a $220 estimate for the leaking valve cover. It never fucking ends, this imposed financial decimation. I was in the hole all February, and after today's shopping I am back in it. I still haven't recovered from November to January's work hiatus.

And while shopping on foot while car repairs were ongoing, I also went to get a tan at the regular salon, my once per week "habit" that seems to keep me from getting the infernal flu and colds over winter. Who knew vitamin D was so important for the perps? Which in fact might be why we have seasons at all, meaning that the Designing Entities had this planned a very long time ago if you submit to my all-things-conspiratorial perspective (for nonconsensual human experimentation for purposes related to the properties of light and other cosmic "ingredients" (neutrinos, magnetic radiation, cosmic rays, plasmic soup (energetic ether, aka omniplasma continuum) in all its variations, combinations, frequencies and interactions).

And during this same shopping on foot interval, they put on the dreaded HD motorcycle noise at its absolute worst, and while bearing this excruciating din, I looked ahead, and 20' in front of me were two women who had to be sisters; same height, build, hair color, hairstyle walking toward me. Apart from the color, they had identical close fitting long sleeve tops, same neck line and neither in an obstructing coat or jacket and wore similar tight fitting pants. One of them was in a yellow colored top, the other burgundy red. And have I not long observed this particular color clashing combination, red and yellow? Though, this was a rare variation on the red, as it is usually a scarlet red (for more color clash) instead of burgundy red. Outside of a circus or sports team, when does one find identically dressed women, save colors, never mind near identical physique?

Before the above car repair visit, I did my laundromat visit, this one earlier than usual,  which allowed for plenty of gab time with the proprietor after the soap was poured into the trays but the washing machines not started. He and I share the same surname by "happen chance" and have a common interest in starting hormone replacement therapy, and of course, the adversities in getting that accomplished.

While laundry was on, I made visits to two specialty grocery stores to acquire the heavier food items before my vehicle was in for repair. The first store which I am regular enough to have a frequent customer number happened to have a negro woman at as the cashier. Not only was it the second time I have ever seen a negro cashier in town (three years), but the first time in this store, even as a customer. It would seem the skin color games and Unfavored exposures were being brought to the fore. I go to the same kind of store two blocks away, to purchase coconut oil (with a long hovering Fuckwit posted there) after extensive dithering and checkout delay by way of a staff member either shopping or doing returns, and as I turned to go, why, another negro woman (15' away) for the first time in this store. Even going back to childhood, I could never figure out why I saw so many store staff purchasing items ahead or behind me at the checkout, some even being off-shift and in street clothes.

And I should of been clued in by way of the brown vehicles circulating around my vehicle this morning. Not the light tan metallic brown (also more commonplace), but the full blown deep metallic brown, one of the fugliest vehicle colors going. At least six of them on my limited travels this morning, when it is rare to see one even. It seems the brown color testing/exposures are ramping up to match the decrease in coffee and chocolate consumption of late.

Two CD's arrived in the mail this week, one on Monday, the other on Friday. Same routine; play them on the Oppo player and then rip them to files and listen to them via this method for many more listenings. Then again in shuffled order. Occasionally they have me listen to music from USB sticks, though I suspect this will extend to the vehicle sometime in the next year. I see that car audio decks now FINALLY have FLAC file playing capabilities which didn't help me when I got one over a year ago and could only get MP3 file players. What took them so long, as FLAC format has been around for over 20 years. This whole "lossy" audio file format must have the perps blessing given its widespread popularity as well as containing the audio equipment manufacturers until recently. Though, the real question is why is lossy music important to the perps, as well as music in general?

I did my auto insurance today, signing up for the monthly plan. More obstruction at the counter, one service person on and so I had to wait, then went to LD, and came back. The customer that was ahead of me had gone, and lo, if she didn't return when I was supplying my details as to the vehicle owner interview (it seems). As well, two dudes came to hang out behind me; like WTF, when to two 20 y.o. dudes go to the insurance outfit together? Then a fuckaround over the check number format; at the bottom of a check (cheque in Canada); the woman didn't seem to know what the account number was, and although I had it written down in my briefcase I could not find it. And lo, if she didn't get it wrong as I later found out and now I have to phone her on Monday to get this straightened out. Again, WTF; she must of dealt with this monthly payment method hundreds of times before, and somehow "forgets" when I am there. Or was it more face time with this very obese woman who was intolerable to look at?.

Then a scan job at Staples went wrong when I somehow included the wrong images, not their fault at all. Why is it I am not allowed to conclude simple events/actions in one go, and must be sent back to the places to correct errors or otherwise de-FUD the situation, say, by phone call? And of course be exposed to the FUD sabotage in the first place, per above check account number fuckery.

03-22-2015
A hike in the woods, and it was cold as the ground is mostly frozen still. I see some one is running a bulldozer or tracked vehicle on this same trail putting in some barbed wire fencing at the height of land of this trail.

Then I found my watch was dead, strangely today when I had been "forgetting" to wear it most days last week. So off to the jeweller on the way back, and lo, at 1400h he was at lunch. Come back in 20 minutes. Then the scan job of the correct images wouldn't be done for a hour, this being a Sunday, so screw, I will go home and then attend to these again. Getting back to finishing off things where there are strange delays (really, how much business activity at Staples on a Sunday?), and still have more to do for Monday.

A cluster fuck at the jewellry counter while waiting for my watch repair; a 280lb male with tattoos, in shorts, and in camo with his two young sons "happened" to be cruising the jewellery counter and pretending to look, forcing me twice to move away from the personal space invasion from this fugly threesome. They do a 180 degree coverage around this jewellry counter island and then the mother/wife "happens" to join them on the other side, slowly moving in, first seeming that she wasn't related, and only determinable when they got close and began conversing. The perps like to arrange these split couple games as well as delay the moment of recognition.

The unauthorized credit card transactions and personal information changes saga might be finally over. Some $7k in charges have been reversed I am told, and my third card in 4 months has had its "fraud alert" status removed. They wanted me to go in person to the bank and get it done on Friday, the 20th. A series of artful delays, and phone call waits, and then having me sit in the chairs and then having a blonde woman do her walk-by to get my attention. The bank was closing down and I ended up being the last customer there at 1715h. This is all because they told me over the phone that they didn't have my current phone number even though they had no problem phoning me to ask about the unauthorized personal detail changes a few weeks ago.