Amateur Electrician

01-09-2017
That would be me, amateur electrician, though I always do a professional job. I once took a house wiring course in the evening, taught by an electrician, and have always scrupulously followed the electrical code. I have in my house owning past installed 4-ways (two switches controlling two lights), 3-ways, a sub-panel, and a litany of switches and outlet boxes. And today, still at the First Feral Family house, I was at it again, as my perp-abetting mother needed an outlet near the top of the stairs for a night light to enable her to see the top of the stairs before descending. There isn't a decent overhead light, as it seems her vision is going. And as we all know, when it comes to renovations, even if limited to electrical ones, one project morphs into another.

And so it was; an install of the single gang electrical box, acquired at Home Depot in a mighty gangstalking scene yesterday, replete with blondes on cell phones with shopping carts reprising at both my aisle stops, and the inevitable shiftless and fugly dudes who parade behind them. (And who block the aisles and arrive for no seeming purpose). Actually, in "normal" perp keeping, they had me revisit the store again today, as the physical impossibility of cramming three connectors (marettes we call them here, but that is the manufacturer's name), and six conductors into a single gang box was nigh impossible. I looked up the "box fill" chart, and it was according to code for a 11 cubic inch box, but in TI World, where every possibility is exploited for maximum inconvenience and hassle, it wasn't doable. Besides, my mother had already had four AC plugs hanging off this single gang duplex receptacle, so I decided a two gang box with two duplex receptacles (4 outlets in all) was much better. And I got my box fill, and could jump the receptacles and avoid two connectors (marettes). It all worked better in the end, but what a grievous hassle it was.

Then the hassle was over getting the electrical box to fit in the wall straight, getting the receptacles plumb, getting the box positioned so the receptacles weren't sucked back into the wall, thwarting the inevitable push back from the springy conductors (normal), and many other adjustment problems. In the process, the assholes also made me grab the live outlet to get the characteristic AC tingle (electric shock) in the the fingers. Thanks assholes, I have done at least 200 hours of electrical work and I have never, ever, made that mistake before.

Then I get to repeat this electrical installation exercise again when back in Penticton in a few days see below), as they had me purchase ceiling mounted track and lighting. While the project was planted in mind for the last two years, I did not want to do this as it costs too much money. Lo, if there wasn't a local sale on lighting track and when making a phone inquiry, they seemed not to have it. But as the store was close to the irrigation store that I had just visited, I dropped by at the lighting shop and ended up with all the track, light heads and connecting boxes, all to pack back to Penticton in a few days time. The attractive blonde woman at the lighting shop put me onto the sales guy with the UK accent, who was a very decent and informative person. Then the near thing four days later when I wanted to get two more heads (light fixtures that fit on tracks), and bulbs; the attractive blonde woman was at the track section and got the UK guy again. Again, all was copesthetic with him.

Though the perps DO LOVE putting on UK accents around me; the BBC News of course, and dear Global Vancouver has a dishy new UK babe on the 6:00 news. Though I think they should of stuck with blonde AD, whom I just adore (and with a home grown accent).

And what exactly is it that so interests the perps so much in having me mess with household electrical wiring? The short answer is I don't know, but from what I can tell, by way of them pissing me off with finger fumbling, tool dropping and forced "forgets", they are interested in insulated sheathing and its colors, and all the associated wire stripping, revealing the copper wire and connecting the conductors. Woo-hoo; there are legions of electricians out there doing this work every day, and presumably the perps can surreptitiously follow them as they have done to me for my first 47 years, so what exactly is their interest? Again, I don't know, but given the perp's insane perseverance over showing me copper colored vehicles these 14.5 years of this abuse-athon, it might be about the copper color "vibe", and too, separating this from my interaction with the earth energies of this particular copper metal. Surely to fuck they have surveilled enough unaware subjects over the millennia wearing copper jewelry that they don't need to fuck with me over this? But no, the perps are utterly relentless, consistent and singular over whatever research objectives they have over copper, metals, and their electrification. And who knows how many times I handled copper ore samples by way of my youthful interest in geology, abetted by my father who was a geologist (though primarily in coal and oil).

I did the driving with my perp-abetting mother so she could acquire a walker, one she ordered last week. The perps pulled an advance hailstorm to line the roads with hail, still on the ground when she exited the store with her new walker. The perps went nuts with vehicular gangstalking once she exited the store; two Fuckwits parked broadside to the stalls, "causing" another two to get backed up behind them, all with this backdrop of hail still on the ground. Prior to that, a "warm up" to fuel the vehicle with a B-train fuel tanker "happening" to make a delivery and to force me to back up to the pump and was 10' away while fueling the vehicle. Then onward and stopping at HD, this time free of gangstalkers in the electrical department, but not at the checkouts which "happened" to have a customer surge (read gangstalking surge) when I arrived to pay. All to hold me up in attempting to pay, and haven't we done that at least a few thousand times since all the perps went beserk/overt on me in 04-2002?

I "happened" to encounter my former director at the MoF in my government forestry days,1990-1999 at the local LD store. These were the days of building software and a database for permanent sample plot data for forest growth and yield studies, a difficult project to say the least, as it took three attempts to get it nailed down with a system that was easy to maintain. Explicit rules and no hidden data meaning or black box subroutines was also part of the design criteria, coming from me, after witnessing the captive (and expensive) software maintenance situation that was endemic at the time.

Back to the "happenchance" meeting in the aisle of LD; he is coming at me head down and I didn't think anything of this person, just another gangstalker to negotiate around. Then he looks up to then identify me at the last instant, though by then I was looking past at him. It seemed so contrived, aka, arranged.

01-11-2016
I drove from Victoria to Penticton today, mastering the BC Ferry, then the lower mainland arterials (Greater Vancouver) to get to Ikea, then onto the new 17 route to then get to the Hwy 1 which took me out the Fraser Valley to Hope, and after a fuel up, onto Hwy 5 (the Coquihalla Pass), then to Merrit, then to the 97c route to the Penask Summit to Peachland and then to Penticton. This was in my mother's Ford Escape, now mine, as she has decided she cannot drive any more. I had the summer tires on board along with a bunch of my own stuff that was lingering at the First Feral Family house, and also, to prevent more theft by my light fingered brother in Kamloops. (He appears to have stolen my speakers from the crawl space two years ago, and my 4' electronic level and some kitchenware have gone missing in the last year).

So... here I was driving a brown interior-ed vehicle with a light metallic tan body, and with 4 tires on board. And we know who loves all things rubber, don't we? Sure enough, they put on a flatbed with a load of five over-width new large vehicle tires, 12' in diameter (maximum lane width). It took a while to pass this long vehicle as it was steep and I wanted to be sure that I didn't sideswipe his load, hanging out as it was.

01-12-2017
Back to getting things done in this town; banking and then onto getting my new eyeglasses, ones that had to be pulled and heated to get the frame to sit on my face straight. Not that the assholes had damaged the glasses any (unusual in all the history of wearing them), but that they just don't sit straight on my face right from the factory. So the old ones got fixed first as a practice round, and the new ones fixed second, the frames being identical, though both with slightly different modifications to have cable temples put on. Another game the assholes play is to have eyeglasses slip on my face all the time, and so I had to get them modified to deal with that bullshit, and the cable temples did a good job. Last year, one temple "failed" and was replaced and it then required a new custom cable. This made the temples asymmetrical (as they wouldn't use the one I supplied), a situation the perps constantly like to create. So today, I advance (in perp-think terms) to symmetrical temples on my eyeglasses frames, though the lenses are different.

My last pair of new eyeglasses got special perp attention in 2010, when they pulled this all-time ridiculous stunt of two men both wearing fedoras that came through the door as I was about to exit. Talk about a 1950's retro moment. Today, it was a blonde staff member trailed by a fugly elderly patient as my first sight after the frame adjustment person, who was very helpful (also blonde).

01-13-2017
The perp driven compulsion over getting my legs waxed again. The student from last time began, and then the instructor came around 10 minutes later and worked on the other leg at the same time. She and I talk about wineries and wines each time, and it is very convivial with a three year history of our mutual topical interests. She is very large, and when done, why, I get to see her oversized ass from my horizontal level while she is about to depart and consequently I look away. She then moves closer to me so I get to see her ass again. Funny how that "happens", these Unfavorable moments get reprised, often in close sequence (e.g. the grocery store stalkers who have an unerring habit of crossing my path in such predictable sequences- outside, inside near the windows, at the back of the store, perhaps a few more aisles, even the freezer cases, then at the checkout and then outside again).

Then onto getting a tan at the salon, after some back and forth appointment games, the attendant phoning me to say that she gave me the wrong time for the next customer. Don't ask me how one does that, but stranger things have "happened".

01-14-2017
I set the alarm for 0630h, and got screwed into a 0830h get-up time. Which meant the assholes fucked me out of attending the Okanagan Prostate Support Group meeting, the third such instance in succession since I attended my first meeting in October.  Get this, the assholes give me prostate cancer and time it for the summer when there are no meetings (a two month planned hiatus), and then they finally allow me to attend an initial meeting in October. I planned to attend the next meeting in November they pull a Saturday work day, my only one of the 8 week winery gig. Then in December another gig ran late, and we worked Saturday. And then today's jerkaround. What fucking purpose does this serve? Having the victim attend one public meeting and then screwing them out of the next three in succession, all for a disease they gave the victim in the first place.

And what is it about obstructing me in creating and sending job resumes that is so important to the perps? One out of three I am batting tonight. A Monster managed HR site managed to lock me out over creating an "account", and then when I wanted to reset the password it would not take it. Then to contact someone, it sent me to the same page. Like, we did contingent infinite loops 20 years ago, where one fuckup (unknowingly made by the victim) then feeds into a loop that one cannot escape (error contingency). Bravo Monster; another resume submission thwarted. An alternative was to submit via Linked In, another sore spot due to perp fuckery, and lo, if that particular option didn't disappear when the job page was re-visited.

Depending on how you count it, I might be batting one out of four on job submissions; a colleague was to send me a job posting a week ago and didn't. Fine, and not the first time promised emails haven't arrived. I get a text message to say that he has sent it, and lo, if it didn't arrive. So what is it about job postings and applications that has to be obstructed all the time? I don't get it; they can obstruct me all they want and I would never know it, as sending an email could be easily intercepted without my knowledge. So why put me through this obvious fuckery?

Then onto a more home-grown/local vineyard job resume fuck up. This time, two jobs were sent by an email notice and no contact information for either of them.

Saturday, and laundry day today. The usual grimace from the co-owner woman, the chatty husband was his usual self. All to keep me wandering around with my change in my hand to hold me up from starting my loads. Later, strategic blocking by "customers" of my usual dryer, so I used a different one that squeaked like hell, and so got out and went home. When back, why, more strategic blocking, this time of the dryer I used. How anyone could approach me from 10' away, stop at 5' in a narrow aisle situation and not notice me (or anyone) and stand there dumbstruck (or more like it, faux dumbstruck) is beyond me. I have never encountered so many stupid assholes who pretend to inadvertently block egress until all this shit rained down on me since 04-2002.

01-15-2017
Sunday, and I got screwed into a 11 hour sleep, getting up at 1000h. Talk about punching a hole in my day, but we have done this before. And all the more in winter for some reason; they just love to lay on these extended sleeps. Not that my dreams were any pleasant either, and normally I don't remember them. Even if they have been more vivid since I started taking melatonin since 09-2016. The exception was last night (in dream) when for some reason they had someone fly out of their concert seat some 60' away, and the concert hall was populated, though no one was playing. This would violate their usual code of not having anyone witnessing their extra-conventional games, be it violating gravity or teleportation. I can assure you that I have never seen such an egregious variance of what the perps permit me to see, and it is all the more curious that it would show up in my dreams. As mentioned many times, I have come to know that dreams can be accessed by the perps at will, and they will plant whatever they want me to see. For what purpose, I have no idea.

Back to being amateur electrician again today, though it was more of a home modification job. It was putting up 20' of track in three segments, a T shape, the top of the T sitting 15" parallel to a wall, and the middle segment feeding it from 8' away from a what was as central living room light. This particular light had pathetic light output, and the two 6' segments along the wall now with four spot lamps provide this here desk with some much needed illumination. I must say, it all looks grand, now with adequate illumination over my work area, and added floods that fill the living room. All in LED lamps, and a decent 3000K color temperature. Well done, even if must thank the perps for that one.

The lighting project wasn't without infernal perp harassment though; they pulled screwdrivers from my hands once I was standing on the chair, twice over one screw even, and some major confusion over cutting the track to length. At least two screamings at them every five minutes or so. This was a 7 hour job. It could of been worse they like to tell me, and could of cognitively clobbered all the more. Forget about being allowed to do any jobs that require fine motor control assembly. They also pulled some faux electrocution games, where the wire end somehow tingled me (one finger), and they even did this when grabbing the unpowered track connector through two fingers on one hand. I tested the conductors at least twice to ensure that the power was off, and still the asshole applied these faux electrocution games. Perhaps they were reprising the sensation of being electrocuted through my fingers, in the above mentioned prior wiring job.

Anyhow, this is it for the week, and I will post this to close it off.

Morning Time Hindering

12-17-2013
My perp-abetting mother upped the ante this morning by crossing my path twice, and then "needing" to use the space I am at in the kitchen, and after I relocated, needed that space too. This follow-me fuckery just drives me wild, and all the more so on account of the seeming ditz act (her), and too, screwing me out of effective countermeasures/recall or getting out of the scene altogether.

The usual shower whine shouldn't go unmentioned, even if it is every day here at the First Feral Family house. It is a "feature" that follows me wherever I inhabit; motels, past residences etc. This amazing plumbing "problem" somehow conveniently changes in pitch as I transition from torso to legs to face to hair with no other users changing the water pressure.

A day of outside soil digging; the raised beds I built for my mother about 6 years ago, are full of cedar and pine roots that grew from underneath. These are two boxes are even lined with landscape fabric, but the roots got in anyhow. All the soil is from compost I made at this here FFF, and these beds serve as my mother's vegetable garden, even if she put ornamental grasses in this year for the first time.

And it is almost identically repeatable from the last two days, the perp noises and events; overhead aircraft, neighbors that somehow arrive and make noise in their backyard, school kid voices and yelling, the tapping noise eruptions and the circle-the-block with the noisy performance mufflered vehicles. And have I mentioned how the perps just love me to be digging in soil, especially recent compost originated soil. Yesterday it was the same, though a little different in that I put a large bag of peat moss in, (read "browning" around). And too, I was cutting the offending tree roots from the bed, also a big perp deal, root handling.

And why is it I am constantly put through cycles of "shopping', aka coveting objects online usually and then getting fucked into so many different options so that I get totally stalled out? This is a perp game for sure, as I don't have the bucks for many things, and here they are, having me check out audiophile level audio equipment that is major $$. The add-on this re-current theme of imposed "needing" is a server rack to store all my electronic gear in one orderly stack. I was at the cusp of ordering a server rack online and then got suddenly cheap, and am now sifting through Craigslist for a cheap used one instead. Add in the fact that server racks typically come up for sale in larger cities, e.g. Vancouver in this province, and are much less frequent in Victoria (where I am until the first week of Jan. 2014) and all the more so when residing in Penticton. Can we say senseless churning of intention with mind-planted imagined rationales (read, planted contrary notions) to divert action? Usually they plant a reason for bailing on actually ordering, followed by spiking my interest/intentions altogether. Though another frequent stunt is to take down the web pages when ordering/paying. For the record, it is about aforementioned stereo gear (an outboard DAC, or an all-in-one player, speaker kind/make) and even getting my PC into a rack mountable case, instead of its floor dwelling location. Like whatever; this better-homes-and-gardens imposed need to be neat freak does get so very silly at times. (Though to be accurate, I am a natural neat freak, but only for the last six months have I thought of putting all my gear into a single racked stack). And also, the long past (pre-2002) is fraught with stereo gear that wasn't used much owning to life fuckery conditions that evolved shortly thereafter, and there was plenty of armchair shopping over that at the time.

A major garden dig of the raised bed in the backyard, a 4'x8' and 2' high box of landscape ties that I erected some six years ago, and even lined with landscape fabric, the tree roots got through this one as well. As usual, extra neighbor noise and overhead aircraft erupted, and they even put on a Sea King helicopter, which I don't see (yet) when living in Penticton. (Though they put on the SAR EH-101 Cormorant for at least five passes once). All that black soil and all those tree roots I had to prune are major perp interests, and hence, the extra aerial coverage. Even the absent W neighbor, a retired deputy police chief, came by to tend to some Christmas lights and once done, was gone again. Odd that some neighbors inhabit their houses while others nearly abandon them here at the FFF house. But this has been the case all round, since 2011, where it seemed an apartment entire floor was vacated.

12-18-2013
More crisscrossing my path by the FFF mother this am, aided by a get-up screw-around, getting sacked for a 9.5 hour sleep, and finally getting up at 0940h. As of a few days ago, I set the alarm clock for 0800h, and lo, if I didn't just turn it off and go back to sleep. 

More yoga at the farm worker colleague's place last evening, this time the video featured negroes, one male, one female behind the Caucasian instructor. Talk about a made-for-me Unfavored show. And of course with someone there I couldn't (or more like, wasn't allowed to) insist on another video. The sole video babe instructor of last time would of been just fine, but I am nott allowed to dwell on Favoreds for long, before they get swapped out for Unfavoreds. And of course, as I see it, a serious negro display going on of late from all quarters, with Mandela's funeral coverage and extra negro reporters on the CBC among others and even the local newspaper. All of which erupted within a week of me arriving at the FFF for this month long stay.

Talking to the farm-worker colleague was an exercise in uninvolved discourse; I did the talking mostly, she made the odd broad statement for me to babble about, and then she did the non-responsive nodding in agreement routine. Stranger than usual, but that has been the way is has been for 11.5 years; not everyone, and not every time , but at least 20% of conversational engagements either lapse into this or a variant, that being a sudden and unexpected termination of the conversation, usually when it gets going.

And lo, if the perps didn't smear the L lens of  my glasses again, like last time, which is what they have done in formal yoga classes for the past six months.Though in the latter instance, they started with the one L lens, and now smear both at some point during class. And as far as I can tell, it has nothing to do with instructor attractiveness/Favored-ness.

The FFF perp-abetting was mother cough-stalking me when making edit changes, erupting at the very moment that I added a letter"o" to a word. Other FFF stalking is when I am plucking hairs outside my beard area off my face which begets extra plastic object rattling/flapping and pounding the stairs nearby. A few nights ago, dropping her foot on the floor in the living room while watching TV, and having the resulting vibration shake me in my chair 8' away.

Now pm; Almost a carbon copy of yesterday; FFF mother crossing my paths, and working outside on the raised vegetable garden bed with overhead aircraft. A single engine prop aircraft was doing the circling, and then played cut-the-engine games. Later the Sea King helicopter, the heli-jet, prop driven passenger aircraft, and lastly, the SAC bomber noise (now called Aircraft Strike Command). And too, neighbor noise eruptions, with the additon of the recycle garbage trucks (different from the Saanich refuse collection) which "happened" to stop at the house opposite of the backyard, and then male voices were heard jabbering away for 20 minutes. Then both trucks proceeded in opposite directions. I have seen these guys work, and they hustle, and have never had two trucks on this route in this neighborhood, but did today for some reason. Never mind this ridiculous confab of males while running the engines for 20 min. at around 1300h.

My perp-abetting mother' foot is moving to be seen in my peripherial vision; talk about restless legs, I thought it was a sleeping condition, and here we have it at waking moments and it has been totally consistent the two weeks I have been here. And consistent going back 10 years, when both FFF parents were here, often crossing or uncrossing their legs at the identical moment without them looking at each other.

12-21-2013
Always potentially extra gangstalk prone, the solstice. Add on that I started a new shaving razor insert today, the last of a set of five, and a front torso shave along with the daily beard shaving, and you have gangstalking inanity. Only a short trim out, that became two trips as I rented a red colored deep stud scanner from that orange place, HD. Even my perp-abetting mother feigned to be interested in the results of a professional stud scanner, adding in several wall locations where I was to find them so she could hang pictures. Given her incremental batshit wacko persona I get treated too, it was a remarkable piece of recall on her part. Such is the variabilty of perp abetting behavior. And too, hanging around me and doing finger pointing and stepping into the very location I was standing at as soon as I vacated it. Add in some physical jabs to "tell me" about another wall location, and it is a tribute to mind control that I didn't take her quisling head off. Remotely invoked dociling behavior isn't anything new to me, as the perps must surely know I have no time for betraying scum, FFF Judas' all.

Then yesterday, the mere act of reading a library book (an important distinction as to where it came from), begat my perp-abetting mother on a looney monologue about Christmas paper, and she even retrieving some and showing it to me. Said book was about the Bordeaux region wines and viticulture. It is fucking bizarre that I cannot be left alone to read a book, some 15 min. into it. Though, recall in the summer of 2012 when I started a recently acquired used book on viticulture and then the perps took me down for a five hour nap (a record mid-day nap duration), and no preceding sleep deficit to account for the sleep "need". Paper rustling preceded and followed the above Christmas paper display, another of her new-found habits while staying at the FFF house. Only two more weeks to go, woo-hoo.

Snow yesterday, some 3" and then light rain all day to melt it. The perps kept me inside for most of the day, until my in-town brother came later to remove the garden waste that I had created when doing some judicious pruning here at the FFF house. Of course he wore his usual smirk when he arrived for me to see; I have already told him a year ago that his smirk will be the first thing I would attend to when free from this insane mind-fuck abuse, as in ripping it off his face. He didn't seem too concerned, and likely that was what he expected, per rehearsals. Said brother suddenly became too lazy to move the garden waste into his van, and so I had to do it, getting wet and getting some brown colored splatter on my coat.

The perps let me out today though, getting a wine making supply item as they screwed me around two days ago, when I got there at 1010h only to find that the store opened at 1030h. Of course they were all over me with vehicular gangstalking after a "skunk", aka dashed expectations.

Though today, at above mentioned store, with no other customers in the store and while paying for the item, a Fat Girl came in, and lo, if she didn't get into my L side peripheral vision with her hand first, reaching for an item some 5' away. The number of Fuckwit games over peripherial vison, from each side and from below is simply astounding. (The Walmart staff member's almost-chest butting incident of a year ago would be an example of the latter). And lo, if the Fat Girl didn't have a copper colored vehicle parked next to mine (my mother's slightly brownish silver colored Ford Escape). Can the perps get enough of this wretched copper color in my face? I don't think so, especially the red tinged copper colored ones.

Then when asking the proprietor about a wine making ingredient, she invokes the "husband" term, something the perps like to have mentioned wherever I go. And there is no rational reason for this, as  I don't chase any women, and never have. Besides, it would be smart to check for a ring first. Back in 2002, the supposed on-off girlfriend, Ms C. of the story, asked me over for dinner once as we hadn't met for a few weeks, and there she was wearing a look-like diamond engagement ring on her L. ring finger. I later asked about her marital status and she said she wasn't engaged, though didn't really explain what the ring was about. I thought it was strange that she didn't mention anything up front, but all behaviors considered, she must of been an operative for the Psychopathic Confederacy. (And yes, she was a Fat Girl, though under 200lb).

And the now-usual extra numbers of street personnel, bus stops especially, were out this last Saturday before Christmas. And lo, if they didn't put on at least four waddling males in various locations for this 20 minute driving trip. All four in shorts for crissakes, on this misty wet day. Maybe they wanted extra Fat Man exposure, following the introduction of one at the HD tool rental desk, wearing brown no less. He was most helpful, belying his inertial state, and showing me the deep scanning stud finder features. If I don't like the sight of fat people, I cannot understand why it is a 11.5  year long insane, but organized, stalking/planting theme over two countries. Go fuck yourselves, all of you in the Psychopathic Confederacy. (My polite name for the Thems).

More manipulations as to what I wore this morning, and later "forgetting". The assholes fucked me out of bringing my shirt from the shared bathroom at this FFF house, and by the time I realized it, only five seconds after I had exited the bathroom, why, my perp-abetting mother had occupied the bathroom.All my clothes were in the same pile, and I put on the jeans and then got totally scrambled to "forget" to retrieve my navy blue shirt. It seems the perps wanted me to wear a navy blue sweater with turquoise trim instead. And also screwed me out of putting on an undershirt which I always do, because of long-running games of making my sweaters get sweaty, and then cleaned more often. The kicker is that the FFF washing machine lays on more lint onto clothes than they had on them when placed in the washing machine. Only the dryer saves the day. And have I not mentioned the ceaseless and senseless fuckery over laundry, detergent choice as well as lint and hairs, sometimes teleported onto my face? Not often enough, as lint and hair eruptions are a non-stop harassment game every day and I sense my readership would become tired of the tedious repetition. The latest being that plucked facial hairs, (a new "habit" for 2013) removed from the tweezers and dropped into the sink, have an unerring knack for arriving back on my face, usually an inch or less than where they were pulled from.

12-22-2-13
The third sequential day of a light mist rain; very unusual for Victoria (in duration), unlike Vancouver. It is keeping me inside for one, and the back yard work to be completed (compost pile and raised vegetable garden bed) remains unfinished. The countless games over compost pile building and re-working is too long to recount here, but of interest, the main pile is covered over, and the compostable material in the vegetable  bed is not. And of course there are some leaks in the blue plastic tarp covering the main compost pile, those all-important (to the perps and their endless games as to the source of water) exceptions/bypasses they demand.

And the suburban neighbor opposite began "dieselling" his Ford pickup (white with faux wood brown panels) much earlier at 0815h, and actually drove it away after 20 min. of idling instead. (Unlike his prior 20 min. dieselling warm ups to then drive around the block). His new-found "habit" (since the harassment began 04-2002) of having it sit in the driveway and idling for a half hour and more, and then shutting it down, has not gone unnoticed. There have been plenty of other gangstalking idling diesel engined vehicles that have done the same. Other TI's have noted it too; my suspicion is that the high compression (greater stresses on the engine block) gives off a different EMF signature and pertubs the ether differently than a gasoline engine. Other speculations are that the different fuel properties does something similar, and we all know who likes to hound/gangstalk innocent victims with fuel tanker trucks (heating oil, gasoline, diesel), don't we?

And I see they changed the TV schedule tonight, putting on yet more news instead of the scheduled documentary on the CBC News Channel (20 here). I am now covering my L. peripherial side with my hand to avoid seeing this idiotic, frenetic and pointless foot movements and instead she started making more breathing and rustling noise, culminating in her pounding the floor with her foot to then send a vibration up my spine, possibly with some extra-conventional physics fuckery. Then she got up and left the room when she always watches 60 Minutes. The perps have no tolerance for successful defences in my case, rare as they are owing to remotely-invoked full-on cognitive befuddlement as/when needed.

And at least four days of web browsing desktop audio/stereo components, specifically a DAC (digital to Analog Converter), seems to be a high perp cause to have me decide, (but not take purchasing action) and then plant new plans the next to then force a new choice. This stupid game has gone from all-in-one players (CD, CAD, amp) to DAC's with headphone amps, to a little USB box with wires (least expensive) to then rework the last item three times (1x/day) with different models/features. Not only that, they saddle me with unreasonable "needs" (must display the file name/song/artist etc.) that are very rare except for portable players, largely owing to the many different DAC designs and features. Back in 2000, before this insane abuse began in 04-2002, they had me shopping for stereo speakers and coveting a certain pair that I never purchased. And here we are again, 13 years later, doing the same thing, though this time starting with a backup NAS computer.

Sunday night now, when I usually post a week's worth of travails, and so onto the Christmas thing this week, and another week of captivity at the FFF house after that.

Monday Disruptions

1630h
I see the font on this Blogspot is still sized down from before, so it seems the font size games are still important to the perps. No doubt this will serve to create excuses for more errors and cause me to lift my back off the seatback to see what I typed in this heavy typo sabotage they routinelyh put me through when blogging.

A Monday today, with a stayover at the First Feral Family house after farm work yesterday. And another visitation by a local deer to the  backyard of the FFF house, it chewing up hostas, potatoes, tomato plants, and a few more. Last Monday I spent three hours making a fenced pen around some of the vegetable garden to prevent any more deer incursions of the runner beans. It seems the deer had a knack for arriving in the daytime when my mother was out and also the wind had lifted the cover cloth off the plants she was hoping to prevent from the browsing ungulate. Funny how that happens, the perp abettor making out that it was a random fluke event when they know better.

So today, it was back to Home Depot to get stiffer fence wire, one better than the chicken wire of last time. And regular readers will know that the perps just love to have wire mesh placed around the TI's (and abetting family) locations. The usual flock of baggy shorts wearing males was in place there, along with their ballcaps, large guts, waddling walk and tattoos. And two do-rag dudes, one popping out from behind a parked vehicle while in transit, and another posted at the fasteners section where I was looking for fencing staples and twine. And I had my dude entourage tail me out of the store, and lo, if they were going to the next parked vehicle beside the one I was driving. They even put a tractor-trailer in front of the entrance as we arrived by vehicle, at least a 40' trailer, maybe longer, and it stopped along the pedestrian walkway to the store entrance, and was gone by the time we were parked.

And so an hour working inside a cedar and Douglas-fir hedge to get the fence wire in place to stop the deer bypassing the gate. And too, the perps just love to have me pass under foliage, be it landscaped trees or even forest. Time without fail, when I did trail hiking in a forest land park to mid-2006, a Fuckwit would be place at open areas just as I had arrived into these non-treed rocky patches. And they even put "stand theres" under landscaped trees next to thoroughfares that I walk along, looking totally stupid while having no apparent purpose except to be under the edge of the tree canopy. And too, the color of the leaves is important, those phyto-colorants (and phytochemicals) in the leaves seeming to be very important for the perp research agenda as much as it is the metered salad portions I am allowed. After over a month with no salads, the perp allowed me to purchase it four days ago and then made it too totten to eat one day before the expiry date. I got two salads when I should of got at least four, a local grower no less. Though, I did wonder why my mother left the spinach out all of last night in a wire mesh colander over the sink when it should of been in the fridge and was plain obvious.

And so after being served salad, an orange colored squash soup with ginger in it, and some turkey deli meat for lunch I took my overnight bag and backpack onto the bus, and lo, within one stop some 20 middle school kids "happened" to be at the bus stop and boarded the bus. I moved my seat to keep my overnight bag under the seat instead of being walked on, and so for the bus ride, I had these folks packed all around me and of course their chatter. They even put on a curly fuzz headed negro kid in in this kid-surge, and lo, if the perps didn't keep directing my attention to see him when it was totally pointless for me to look in his direction. When I got up to go one of the kids said they were getting off at the same stop, so I declined to push my way through them. And lo, when the bus stopped, why, they didn't get off and I was stuck behind them pushing to get off. The rear door closed, but they all chimed in to tell the driver to keep the back door open for me. My own cheering section for getting off the bus, and better than the freak show I usually get there.

This from Targethaven, and a familiar story to all TI's.

TI friendly companies

Sat, 06/25/2011 - 09:30 — thsrth Is there such thing as TI friendly companies?
Companies where a Targeted Individual may work and is not likely to be harassed and intimidated on the job by any one in that company.
The last company I worked for was xyz. The boss xxx  would on several occasions calculate loud coughing and/or sneezing to my face and into my ear. I remember one time I was to reply to a safety questionaire on his laptop and just when I was about 2 feet from him he lets out this loud sneeze. Another time he got one of his workers to call me into the next room and just as I open the door to approach him he lets out a real loud sneeze then starts fanning it towards me with his hands. One time he had a contract at the Veterans Administration offices and both he and most of the workers on that job would constantly walk in close proximity to me then let out some kind of loud intimidating noise. Almost everyone I happened to walk past would make some intimidating noise at the exact point of closest proximity to them. While I was working on that job most of the people in the room would make intimidating sounds synchronized with something I was doing.

And the answer is NO; there are no TI friendly companies, and when they want the management to turn on the TI and fuck them out of a job, they will do it, probably because they don't have a choice. (Or else they are a perp managed firm).  Though to be fair, I never experienced this degree of overt targetting when I was employed for real in the pre-overt harassment days.

1810h
Other distruption games were to have me get skunked on returning an item to the outdoor co-op. These spandex shorts came with a non-spandex waist, making them perfectly useless for fitting to size. Never have I seen anything so fucking stupid in garment manufacture, but one can be sure that will be outdone by someone somewhere.

Then they pulled a rain before I set off on my errands, having me use my blue Blunt umbrella, which seems to be a huge deal. For the last six months they screwed me out of using the umbrella, either by having me "forget" it at the FFF house, or stopping the rain that was imminent, not looking outside to determine need, or some such dodge to ensure I took the umbrella but did not deploy it. So... today, I got to look out and see it was raining, get the umbrella, and use it. Sounds normal/simple doesn't it? But not when the hounds of hell are on your ass every last microsecond, and for them, walking under an umbrellas is a big deal, possibly because it changes one's color-energetic signature. And lo, if there wasn't a dude surge of Fuckwits downtown, almost 8 to 1, M:F ratio. They strung them 7 wide at the intersection of Fort and Douglas streets on my way to the bank to get rolls of change from my account for the laundry machines in this apartment building. A prior stop at the opticians to get a refill of lens cleaning solution put me in contact with the sublime minx there, (who knew me by name even, a rare event), and then onto the bank where I got an oversized middle-aged woman cashier. All manner of stunts and silliness abounded, from Darth Vader dressed street violinists to the mid-sidewalk obstructors to the wackos in their fedoras that were abounding. It was more like Christmas-time crowds, and here it was raining on a Monday afternoon in late June.

2020h
A third tanning session tonight, with more "arrivals" behind me getting served first. At least two were mid-brown skinned so WTF? Then a skinheaded negro male was posing outside, as seen through the storefront glass, next to the light metallic tan brown vehicle. Said vehicle became a minor hub for three more gangstalkers outside, approaching it as if they were to enter it, spaced out over 10 minutes or so. (I was kept in the waiting area for longer this visit).  It was the first time I put on SPF 60 Ombrelle, and it was on my face due to this vanity streak that has been imposed, that is, to avoid an even toned face, a hallmark of tanning equipment they tell me. So..., in keeping with the ongoing sunlight/UV/vitamin D and the rest of the entire complex of body-sunlight interactions of intense perp interest, I did another round of getting "lit up" in the tanning booth, their seeming choice in how I go about it. No police event outside this time, but hordes of wandering folks out, still heavy on the male ponytails and vagrants.

The overhead stereo music pounding started up exactly when applying the SPF 60 Ombrelle to my face, 30 minutes before the tanning session. For once I get to do it right and get it applied well before, unlike at the farm work job. And when I came back, another round of the same pounding noise. And just now, as I recount this, a third round of pounding music noise that is somehow getting through my hearing protection that I nearly always wear at this desk.

Oh yes, the copper colored vehicles that are selectively inserted among or after hordes of white, silver-grey and other greyscale colored vehicles has worked iteself into a new theme/material. At Home Depot today, they had stacks of copper colored garden hose for crissakes, all for the masses to water their gardens with this color of hose after the many variations of green hoses they have pushed on the FFF. Currently, it is the insipid pastel green hose at the FFF, two short hoses of differing diameters (naturally), and also a soaker hose with a green stripe on the black hose material. And I see they broke the FFF  black soaker hose again, after fixing it with supplies from a irrigations specialist last year. He did a sales promo on this brown colored dripline to accomplish home watering, so I am sure the perps are still working on the follow-on effects of water as supplied to various plants, edible and not, and how these affect the energetics of the persons eating foods from these various water delivery systems. My mother declined to purchase the dripline system, so for now, the perps have her with the pastel green hose. And lo, if she isn't wearing these god-awful pastel green pants, this weekend and last. Go figure, because I cannot (save the rile me objective).

I am sure there is much more I can relate, but for now I am getting blocked as to what I to write about. So, I shall blog off and call this one done for today. Hopefully I won't get the Monday night sleepless treatment like I usually get, and one can be sure that I won't suffer any from sleep loss the next day. Unless of course the perps decide to change that dynamic and wipe me out Tuesday afternoon. We start strawberry picking an hour earlier now, at 0700h, so it will be a long day. Not to mention all those red colored vehicles swarming around me aferwards.

Email is Down

1745h
No Yahoo email currently, obviously some glitch somewhere, that may or may not be perp related. Though, if you follow my line of thinking, and are aware of the degree of containment I am kept in, nothing is a coincidence. What might be of relevance isn't clear. I always boot up Firefox with four tabs, Yahoo, IMDB, Amazon and Google pages at the ready. One of the four isn't availible, so who knows why that might be important to the perps. They will sabotage wires, routers and power bars to change the color, wire configuration and components of what the signals and electricity flows through, but again, I don't know why, save that it fits the pattern of chasing me with all colors of all things, and all juxtapositions.

A First Feral Family outing with my mother this morning, going to two garden suppy nurseries, and purchasing a flowering current at one location, and four junipers at the next. Then, we turn around and go and have a coffee with the swarming gangstalkers, and then back to her place. Exciting moment for perps this, especially when travelling at speed on the highway, something I don't get to do much, not owning a vehicle. I am getting blanked on any over-the-top vehicular gangstalking recollections, but they did put on the usual heavy transporters; petroleum products tanker with pup trailer, large tractor trailer propane delivery tanker, the largest redi-mix concrete delivery trucks, and large refuse haulers. Again, they were heavy on the red vehicle colors, and even tagged me on the city bus when heading to my mother's place by putting a red anorak wearing female Fuckwit immediately behind me 2/3rd's into the journey. It used to be that if I parked next to a red vehicle they would whisk it away inside of minutes when my back was turned. So this represents a new escalation of "red attacks". I also see the appearence of Alberta licence plates on the proximate vehicles, red text on a white background. Then they put it behind a Washington State licence plated vehicle, with only "Washington" in red text, the plate text in black (?) on a blue and white background. It isn't tourist season here by a long shot, so I assume these vehicles were arranged around me for the licence plate colors they proffered. More excitement for the assholes.

And of course with  red flowered Red Flowering Currant bush in the back, why, it is a huge deal for the assholes to get red color coordination, whatever that means, from inside the vehicle to outside, presumably for botanical material as there are so many red leaf flushing plants at this time of year, the Photina and the Pieris being prominent.

And on the city bus on the way back, a red cotton jacketed woman in front of me for most of the trip, again, a new escalation of placing red dressed Fuckwits around me. There was even a slanging match between two dudes on the bus, one having shoved the other due to personal space infringements, and I wasn't involved in it thank goodness. But some 40 bus passengers on the bus at 1330h from suburbia to downtown is a freaking joke when they come every 10 to 15 minutes. And despite most seats having two passengers on them, they seemed to know to leave me alone and not have anyone for the entire 25 minute bus trip. Which is the way I like it, as the assholes are often pumping body odor into my nose, and seating a Fuckwit immediately besdie me would of been a big excuse to elevate that minor side of the harassment diaspora.

An the most bizarre perp prop I have seen to date, some dude brings on an native Indian ceremonial paddle onto the bus, not wrapped up, and the featured side facing me as he walked up the aisle. It had reflective copper colored paint on it, something that one doesn't see much, and unlikely to be any bit traditional. The paddle was painted in a flat black, and had many fine detailed designs in red, white and copper color. Totally beserk to say the least, but more of the copper color theme it would seem. Ever since I started throwing away my pennies, this kind of nonsense has increased. Obviously they needed to expose the entire bus of Fuckwits to it as well; normally pennies will arrive from nowhere to be at my feet or on the window sill if it is just me they want for copper prop games.

Then after getting off the bus I walk two blocks to the LD store and what a massive gangstalking it was, and they put on checkout obstruction and choked down the number of checkouts. I had my freaks around me, one being the 4'10" Phillipino woman with the black toque with a peak on it, a strange head piece for this town, but one the perps bring out every week or so for me to be exposed to for whatever reason they have. And a granny leaving her walker in the way of the too tight aisles while putzing with the shopping baskets, just plain perverse for how busy the store was with oncoming waves of Fuckwits arriving. And too, my Asian chocolate stalker dude (where the chocolate was in the aisle) also came to join me at the checkout I was waiting at with nothing in hand. Which might mean that he was waiting to get cigarettes from the cashier, so why was he perambulating deep into the store where the chocolate was? Go figure, though the brown color reference rationale seems to fit, this time being skin color.

1930h
A Chicken Run to the local supermarket earlier; the sickos had me nap for 45 min. beforehand after napping me in the seated position while at this PC. They would script 10 to 30 second long "drop outs" where I would be cognitively unaware, and I have no idea if my eyes were open or not. I would not be surprised if they kept my eyes open to have the effect of seen colors but without any cognitive registration. They seem to be pushing on this front, having me not see something that is behind something else and then reveal it for a second or two and hide it again. This would be testing the effect of something, colors, material type etc, without it being seen, and then comparing the neural correlates to that of seeing the object. I call it "peekaboo games", and the First Feral Family are long time masters at this stupid fuckery, and deserve Quisling Hell for this alone.

Then when headed to the supermarket, I went through the plastic covered floors again, the masking for the upcoming painting job, and had three tobo dudes lined up along the back of the elevator when it arrived. And with this hallway floor covered in plastic, and the elevator indicating that this was the 6th floor, the center dude starts walking toward me to get out as I am about to go in. The perps made sure I saw his well shined army boots and seemed to dither me in a way as to all that I saw in some strange congitive aberation, and then one of the guy's pals pulled him back and explained to him that it was the Main floor they wanted. Like WTF; why is it I get one or two of these a month, when some Fuckwit want to get out of the elevator prematurely and right in front of me, and then steps back, the accidentally-on-purpose stunt, increasing the elevator gauche behavoir I get in greater quantities than BOH (Before Overt Harassment) in 04-15-2002?

2300h
An evening spenrt first perusing jobs, always begetting noisestalking the instant I recognize an employer or name from long ago. Then that spun into looking at organic farms and the certified programs and where they are located and what they produce. I once owned a small acreage with the ex, but that was a financial disaster, and I often wonder what is the perp's interest in organic growing, as this seems to come up frequently, organic sourced foods and food processors. Ditto for fair trade foods.

This one is done for the evening; the itchy foot perturbations are increasing, so it is time to call it a day.

More Tigers + minor 12-15-2009 updates

1745h
And did I not predict more tiger activity after the Tiger Woods and the rampant tigers at the zoo? I got two exposures of tigers, this week's (or month's) seeming theme. Last night on Frost, he was unravelling an illegal animal trade operation, and lo, if he didn't have finale with a tiger that left from its cage. Onto the next show, a documentary on India, and the mangrove swamps of the Sunderbans River delta where tigers roam, and the increasing number of "tiger widows", a consequence of their hunting husbands getting mauled as they hunt from small boats in the swamps. My empathies lie with the tigers. What exactly the perps are attempting to gain by their tiger exposure games I have no idea. Another tiger story of some time ago was when I was at a local club that had Rod Piazza and the Mighty Flyers and in another part of the club was a strip joint, with a stripper that has does an act with the tiger. So...., during a break in the show, I went outside, but still in the building, to an area that overlooked a courtyard, and lo, if the woman, a handler and the tiger weren't walking in the public area. It seemed to be one of those "just happened' events", though in hindsight with the infernal harassment and abuse, as well as living an orchestrated and scripted life (it seems on balance), I suppose the perps had arranged this for whatever reason, and doubtless, the timing was impeccable as always, following a set of much appreciated good music. No more tiger stories, but I don't think this will be the last of the arranged exposures.

A full-on day of gangstalking, with the double event of staying at the home of the Fisrt Feral Family and not taking any yellow colored medications today. The yellow vehicle gangstalking was out in force, and I even had a side by side red and yellow vehicle with a white one in front so they could travel three abreast and prevent me from getting by. Another flux of dudes, more middle aged in the morning, and even wearing shorts for crissakes in the 0C degree weather. Later, while at the doctor's office, a parade of Fuckwits looking metally infirm, and in progressions of red, brown, and red and brown combination clothing that followed the initial wave of greys, blacks and whites. The doctor was at least 15 minutes late, and I was ten minutes early, so that made for quite a lengthy gangstalk parade. I also saw one of my female yoga classmates there, and I suppose that wasn't too out of the ordinary, given the clinical nature of the clientele.

The waiting room has these copper colored fabric chairs, a recent renovation, and I suppose this is a big attraction for the perps as well, as the copper colored vehicle gangstalking has increased to the point of even putting two of them in file sometimes. I cannot stand the color, save for more of the bronze variations, and the reddish copper colored vehicles are particular hideous IMHO. But as the perps are totally beserk over the color of everything I see or touch, and even the colors of the insulators of the AC wires, it is a mystery to me as to what exactly is the connection between all of the copper color games that they put me through.

The silver-grey games are constant, and it is one of their most common reference colors along with white, and this too likely has metallic connotations similarly to copper colors as detailed above. I am also getting more gold, and yellow-gold colors, though so far, this is much less than copper colored vehicular gangstalking. Chances are that the latter may increase along with the copper color games. It is all very perturbing to be in the center ring of this insane and abusive and depraved circus, and knowing one cannot get out.

The perps had me pumped for a confrontation with the health case worker at the doctor's as the rationale for today's consult which was on relatively short notice, as we were to meet Feb. 10, the usual two to three month interval. But this appointment was two weeks after I saw him, and there was an implied need on his part to see me so soon. Said case worker did a cameo, getting in his office ahead of me to get a chart supposedly, and getting out before the consult started. She featured herself in fugly puke brown knitted wool coat, the kind the wind blows through. Then she was gone. So after some three months of this setup, where I wanted to address her gonzo jerkarounds that cost me two training grants ($12k) never materialized. The intent and the thought memes to rip her quisling broadsides was again thwarted, despite the perps not letting me forget this bullshit. Hopefully, this will be the end of it, as it had a recent revival as I encountered the training grant application submission, and her gonzo statement resurfaced.

Funny, how I didn't react with "fucking asshole" or such like when I saw her do her cameo, timed to occure when the office had been vacated, and the doctor and I were walking toward his office when she "happened" into view. AND that spells mind control writ large; anyone who jerks me around gets relegated to a lifetime category of "fucking asshole", "fucking sick asshole", "fucking scary asshole" or like. There is very little one can do to redeem themselves to escape such a deserved label in my way of seeing things, and she had already burned me once before after a prior "I won't screw you around" commitment.  One of my most basic instincts, this attributive classification of "asshole" (i.e., a threat) never came to mind when I first saw her doing her cameo this afternoon. Another never-before behavior, and am pissed that I am not allowed to think "asshole" when I see one with a track record that earned such attribution. One is not allowed to be one's self.

Then onto the city bus freakshow afterward; the parade began again with bumper to bumper gangstalking vehicle traffic, and then put on the scary fucker dudes again, just about all of them with a cigarette in hand. The Big Yellow Fuckwit, likely put on because I don't take my yellow colored medication as I stay overnight at my parent's place and "forget" to bring them (everytime, weekly for over two years, give me a break), was on me with cigarette in hand. Then a negro male with a cigarette in hand, and then another dude with a cigarette followed within 20 seconds. Fucking weird, and the big joke might be that cigarettes must be some kind of brown color reference with a white colored paper around it, and presumably this color continuity is important. I suppose one shouldn't entertain that the cigarettes might have been from the same package. The perps also have a harassment theme related to one's lungs, breathing, and the energetic differential between the incoming air and the outgoing air. Yogis might infer this is related to the universal life force, if there is such a thing, and that it is manifested in one's breathing and oxygen and CO2 exchange. Obviously another long conspiratorial theme, and one that I am not much interested in, and am passing it on as a possible clue to what their beserk agenda is all about.

And more brown color games last night; my mother offers me a toffee when watching TV and I accept, put it into my mouth, and lo, if a brown skinned woman doesn't come into the show as a character. Ditto today in the doctor's office waiting room; a brown colored page of the newspaper comes into view, and lo, some 18' away, a same deep brown coated Fuckwit comes into view, loitering in front of the well lit Christmas tree.

Other stupid shit was at Home Depot this morning; a black leather jacketed Fuckwit only 8' from me starts doing his arm stretches in the aisle for crissakes; one was enough, but he kept on doing it for over 5 minutes straight, all the time I was attempting to find the fucking picture hangers which were put on the end of the aisle, all to force more back and forthing. (This is routine now; any store I don't know well is frought with going to the wrong places and some "missing" the very items I am looking for). Finally, at the far end of the aisle, having paralled the aisle with the leather jacketed Fuckwit doing his arm stretches, I find the picture hangers, and lo, if the Fuckwit isn't standing there with both arms extended horizontally, as if he was to be nailed to a cross. Fucking bizarre, along with the coterie of some four others who were placed around him, pretending this bizarre behavior wasn't happening. Never have so many shiftless and bizarre Fuckwits worked for so long and as strange a cause to deliver unrelenting harassment and abuse to serve the greater Psychopathic Imperative.

2315h
Other brown games today was on board the city bus freakshow, though less freaks but jam packed. Among the gangstalker crew were two children, age 6 or less, each with a gingerbread house made of (brown) graham crackers, white icing and embedded Smarties (dark brown inside). So..., only 6' away, and coddling them in their laps, but the Christmas time nonsense has no end of variations when it comes to putting on the parade in all its facets and fuckery. Past city bus freakshow trips this December have had four red velvet dressed Fuckwits in a Santa Claus outfits, though thankfully without the gut show.

And they almost didn't let me off the bus; two sentries at the back door, one on each side, and neither of the fuckers budged when it was profoundly clear that I wanted off and they were holding me up. On the left, a red-haired woman, and on the right, a red-coated high school student. Obviously this is a big Fuckover day, a Monday post First Feral Family home stayover, prior morning outings with the Matriarch Quisling, and then the doctors' visit, himself being brown skinned. And I did get a parade of red vehicles and redcoat Fuckwits passing by as seen in the window behind his head, so I can assume that these are the continuation of when they put the long-serving gangstalking Coca Cola delivery truck in the same juxtaposition. Other features of the active landscape behind him were vehicle lights; a new parking lot got put in two years ago on a sloped area, and lo, if one of the through lanes isn't arranged for vehicles to be elevated and pointing their headlights down toward me from 100' away, and the light beams coming in just beside his head. And he says that I am over sensitized to distractions; and I say that anyone would be in my cicumstances. And so goes the impasse.

And they had me succumb to  his exhortations to take medication that will make me feel less put-upon, aka distracted and/or stressed by the ongoing parade of fuckwits, not to mention the onslaught of adversity that mostly gets delivered while here in the Magnetic Chamber (my apartment). So yet again, I am going to try one of his special medications, the one that someone with ADD would be least likely to take, and I am sure this serves the life-rape imperative more than me, and represents the fifth fucking time I will have been served this particular clinical brain blocker. We shall see how it goes, and hope that no more color coordination goes on with the pill color, white this time. Though snow isn't forecast here, it is for Vancouver, and we might get some as well. Regular readers may recall that the last such medication intake I relented to were orange colored pills, and within two days of taking them, why, a First Feral Family dinner was scripted and we had three kinds of orange colored vegetables. Enough to make me dizzy it seemed at the time, and perhaps the perps were directly manipulating up my distaste for orange colored objects. I still get the orange plastic bag patrol, and only yesterday one fuckwit started swinging it about as I was going to pass him by and relieved of this stupid irritation.

Its past midnight almost, so time to call this one done and pull myself from the chirping and ringing earmuffs; the sound slowly builds up and I don't notice it until the assholes want me to.

Note to the Anonymous who sent four comments with Youtube video links; the Windows Cut and Past functions are stripped from Blogspot and I cannot view them in advance of rejecting/publishing them. Can you send some confirmatory email or comment that these You Tube videos are legit and not spam? Thanks.

Disruptive Sunday & Full-On Monday

1055h
It rained last night, the first in at least three weeks, and I suppose that it "happened" for the Luminara Festival was just fine by perp standards. All was not lost by one account. A often noted, they like to piss on parades, figuatively and literally, even with tragic circumstances sometimes. Not that I went, as I avoid crowds and big events, fed up with the nonstop gangstalking and parade of freaks around me. That made for a different traffic noise outside this apartment, though the usual extended brake squealing nonsense didn't stop which it would do with wet brake pads and discs. I later learned that there were concurrent significant and spectacular thunderstorms in Vancouver and the Fraser Valley. I suppose we got off easy, rain only, and no collective minor electrocutions or tree boughs crashing down as happened to some campers.

And a rare forced second nut shave in a week last night, and with plenty of extra neighbor noise to "join me" in this seeming critical perp event. This time I was given a tumescent member, presumably to change up the varying shapes and geometries and whatever else the perps get from this event. It is always interesting to see what unfolds afterwards, especially today. Not only excessive church bell noise and road traffic, but extra Pseudosweats to have me open the balcony sliding glass door to allow more air to cool the apartment down, as well as be the "reason" for excess road traffic noise getting through the earmuffs. And at breakfast, as soon as the first sip of coffee (think brown) passed between my lips and into my mouth, why, the perps jabbed me in the nuts, as if an errant hair had turned on me. Funny how it was coordinated with ingestion of a brown substance in my mouth, and also that there was any hair stubble that could somehow jab me. There wasn't any stubble whatsoever, especially with a 2x/week shave frequency.

Other action this morning for the perps was a laundry load with the perequisite linting of my shirts, vacuuming the apartment (less than a 1x/4 month event), and doing kitchen and bathroom floor cleaning of the crumb and dust bunny profusions. Other strange stuff was wiped off the wall in the bathroom, and I have no idea what it is or how it got on the wall behind the door. The 3M cleaning pads were duly prepped, I got totally mind-fucked into wetting the wrong pad an hour in advance of using it to clean the floors. It was a near normal sleep duration of nine hours, with the first hour spent in forced tossing and turning from one side of my head to the other, being pummelled by street traffic noise, and the on/off revellry noises that kept going late.

And I suppose part of the perp excitement might be sending me off to do some domestic shopping in short order; getting pillow cases and a sauce pan on sale downtown, one of my "finds" in the newspaper last night. The perps have me loathing the one saucepan I have, a teflon lined one, so no doubt that has to be dealt with on their behalf. Prediction; heavy navy blue gangstalker vehicles and clothing, with some light blue as well, all to accompany me on my outing, the same colors being that of the disposable razor I used last night. And there were extra blue dust bunnies on the carpet this morning, the "come from nowhere" games. Yesterday they put a tensioned blue thread in my had to stretch over top of the pills I take. Where it came from and why it was there is another one of those mysteries I am continually inundated with.

0727-2009
2020h
Back online after a stayover at the First Feral Family last night, along with a doctor's visit in the morning. I am still with a below normal hemoglobin count, 121 when 135 is the low range of normal. Apparently the last round of blood work indicated that my blood cells are fine (not damaged as in hemotosis), and that I don't have mononucleosis. Ergo, more testing, this time stool samples, urine samples and perhaps even a blood test too at the time. I have been through this once before, back before the assholes went overt on me in 2002, and the entire process of stool samples nearly made me barf. Or more like, that was my assigned "reaction" at the time. And no less, three rounds of it this time. I already told the doctor there is no blood in my stool, after he asked twice, but he riffed on about the body "adapting" and so I am off to do this odious activity this week. And to pack the result back to the lab no less, assuming I get to take three shits this week, not always a given. And if the result is positive, blood in the stool, why, they get to do extra exploration work. I am now allowed to see where this one is going.

As the first apartment invaders in the 04-15-2002 plasma and sound blitz made plain, shit, and all things brown, is of intense and abiding interest, and seven years later, they are still at it. Only a few months before that event, my then girlfriend Ms. L and my out-of-town brother, both had colonoscopies, independently it seemed. For the record, the apartment invaders put a balloon down my toilet by flushing and having it get sucked in at the same time. A few days later, I had to get a plumber's snake to clear it, which I did. So I wasn't imagining things at all that day, even if I seemed to be an alternate state, (why would I let anyone vandalize my place, including my toilet, and just watch them do it?). The shit battles started early, and the perps made sure I knew all about it, and even today, they backed the toilet up to require a plunger and then plastered shit on the plunger. They can't get enough of the shit on butyl rubber games it seems, and it is a resumption of what they usually do. The flush-only respite of the past four weeks must be officially over.

The same emancipated male weird (gangstalker IMHO) at the doctor's waiting room last Monday was there again today. My appointment time was identical, and the weird was in the waiting room when I arrived, and was still there when I departed. Same thing as last week. He was the only other patient, so why hadn't they moved him in before I left, something they ususally do to minimize the doctor's transition time between patients.

And the perps even put on a little show for me, while driving on the way back; they tore apart a camper on the back of a pickup in midstreet and had the sheathing, insulation, wall panels and substantive contents strewn over the street and sidewalk, and all the stored items as well. The assigned operative (I assume) on picking up duty made sure to pick up a comforter stored in its original transparent vinyl packaging in mid street as I was going by. (I "happened" to be looking at sheets and pillowcases in the same packaging yesterday in a department store). There were many personal items strewn all over the two lanes, and it was unclear to me as to how the camper, on the back of a pickup, fell or tore off and was ripped asunder when there was no other colliding vehicles present. Two S. bound oncoming lanes were blocked, and the oncoming lane was re-routed to one of the two N. bound lanes. TI's and regular readers are aware of the perps' stunts in creating roadworks and road digging repair, traffic re-routing, parking emergency vehicles facing adjacent traffic, utilizing L.H. drive Japanese vehicles and other means of placing vehicles in irregular circumstances as to orientation, direction, and juxtaposition whenever I am out, even when walking. This fits the pattern.

The perps had a just-stand-there crowd arranged for me to pass by the constrained single lane, and one dude in a brown shirt made a move as if he was mentally deficient and about to grab his crotch. The perps don't miss an instant to reprise this oft-played stunt, this time with me driving and the Fuckwit dressed in mid brown colored clothing. Fucking bizarre to say the least.

And what is with the surfeit of fuckers just sitting in their parked vehicles, sometimes mothers with children? There had to be at least four such events when walking the 100m from the parking spot (no fine this time) to the doctor's office. Some were in the vehicles for the inbound and outbound trip legs (separated by 20 minutes), and others were only in their vehicle for one trip leg. This must be the latest gangstalking advent, to get more operative-in-place time before I walk by. And there are more of the "just-stand-there" gangstalkers as well, having no apparent purpose, e.g. in a residential area, but just standing on the sidewalk near the curb. And another case of asphalt sitters at a bus stop yesterday; there was no concrete sidewalk or curb, but only a wide section for the bus to pull into. There they were, seated on the street for some bizarre reason. This gambit was occuring in 2003-5 when I had my vehicle, and I hadn't seen much of it until yesterday. But as the concrete redi-mix truck gangstalking has increased of late, I suspect the perps are on a revitalized initiative to "figure out" (however they do it) the interactions (mine and the gangstalkers) with concrete and asphalt, right down to the geographic sources of the constituent sand, gravel, cement, stones and tar.

And as it was a Monday, with a stayover and being in my mother's company for half the day, there was huge, over 3,000 vehicle gangstalking on the highway portions that we drove; for a mid-Monday afternoon I have never seen so much road traffic, not to mention of the arrangements of tight mobile vehicle formations and color and size coordinated vehicles. We spent some 40 minutes at a specialty gardening and hardware store, which started out with few (~10) gangstalkers and gradually built up over our shopping stay (~60), and then a flush of some 15 other customers coming toward me as soon as we went to the checkout line. The lastest favorite gangstalker arrangement is to bring young children with their parents, usually girls, and have them play about, being extra active, even acting like boys of their age, but not disruptively. I noticed they even parked a young girl under my elbow at the counter; why she would want to place her face 2" from the vertical face of the counter and park herself so close to a stranger is most curious, but that goes with the show, the ongoing and relentless life-rape that desecrates my existence.

Other action that was doubtless arranged today was for me to take my two teflon kitchen utensils, a frypan and a saucepan to the local charity on this same city block, as I had a (planted) notion to get rid of them that had begun a few weeks ago. Most curious, as I rarely use them given the monotonous cuisine and purchase of store cooked chicken meat. But as I replaced these two items with stainless steel utensils, both with thick heat dispersing copper bottoms on them, I suspect the perps have some cuisine variations planned for me this winter. But as they ripped the handle off my large copper based frypan in early 2007 (used 2x/day), rendering it unusable and to be replaced by an thick aluminum based frypan, it would seem that the perps are resuming where they left off. These new copper based pans are replacing ones that were rarely used, so I suspect this will be an incremental copper based utensil usage scenario, perhaps 1x per week at first, and then building up for regular use, and even possibley going so far as to be able to remotely compare the digestion of food cooked in the aluminum based frypan to that of the copper based frypan, the latter aquisition being more suited for stir frying. (Where did that notion come from?). And it did not escape my notice that there were extra copper colored vehicles on gangstalking duty today, in their usual configuration with preceding deep metallic red colored vehicles, at least one being a Favored Porche Carrera.

The perps are also varying the color of the above mentioned copper colored gangstalk vehicles; some are a more orange copper color (fugly), and some are a more gold-copper color (attractive on an pre-2002 Volvo 850 wagon, before they jellybeaned the angular look).

Other color games that might be supporting the copper color games are that of placing orange shirted ambulatory gangstalkers walking the sidewalk as I am driving, they nearly always being on the right side for me to view them in my peripherial vison for longer. I like orange colored clothes less than I thought after this minor ramp-up today, but no doubt the assholes will be putting more of it in my face over the next few months, especially as it is a summer color.

Other notable fugly Unfavored action today was to have three women gangstalkers all sporting substantial full-arm tatoos, one after the other. First there was the checkout cashier, a candidate for the least likely to wear a tatoo with them all over her forearms. (Maybe they are faked temporary ones, as I never look at them once noted). Then once I escaped that, the next view on my way out of the supermarket was the flower section cashier bathed in light from an window above, some 15' away with full arm tatoos, and once I escaped that, why, a woman transiting through the outside parking lot and crossing my path, also with full arm tatoos. Fugly, and Unfavored if you follow that there are certain things I don't care to see, and and which my subconscious is aware of as well as the adversarial assholes who plant this bullshit on me. If I don't like tattoos on anyone, of any color of gender, then why in the fuck do I have a mega-billion dollar relentless campaign around me in public to present these in my view? It is as fucking bizarre as it is insane, and I am talking about my tormentor assholes, who have been on this deranged schtick for over seven years now.

2225h
Enough invective heaped upon the tribulations of being a TI, and onto bedtime, and to ponder how long the assholes will keep me awake for on the every popular Monday Sleep Fucking.

A Vituperative Morning

1020h
vituperative: abusive censure [one definition, though it seems to be more of a verbal form which isn't the case. Though it would not be the first time my "dictionary" got jacked with].

I must of had at least 30 rage-ifications during the normal breakfast and get ready routine, shower, shave and dental hygeine. This might be a Canadian long weekend, but there is no rest for me. The biggest stunt was slapping a 2" x 0.5" gob of hemp and sesame seed butter to exactly span the counter distance from its jar and the plate that had the bread for which it was intended. The knife was in motion when the gob "fell off" so there is no way it could of landed exactly between the two objects without extra-conventional gravitic assistance. As nearly always, it it the part under the knife, or is otherwise obscured that "goes rogue" and creates the mess. And it was created by some strangely hyperactive hemp and sesame butter that "somehow" rolled off the knife by itself and thereby incurring a second round of nut butter retrieval that was slapped onto the counter in such a improbable manner.

The usual other provocations as well; pulling objects from my grasp, dithering my finger control, reversing the direction of my shaving routine, having me place the shampoo upside down (as if it were the conditioner bottle which is placed in that manner), crumb inundations around the bread, chocolate and lip contact region of my coffee mug and a few others which don't come to mind. I was exhausted before getting out of the bathroom, and this online activity offers some reprieve if the myriad forced typos are disregarded. Suffice to say, the perps can go beserk on a long weekend, and it matters not one whit as to holidays or other public designations.

1255h
A viturperative afternoon; a brutal rage-ification assault (20+x) while making and eating lunch, tortillas made from scratch, and then while cleaning the dishes, especially the frypan, which regular readers will know is a particular object of intense insanity for my tormentors. As always, noises from outside were added in, often the same ones that have been getting through my earmuffs for the previous two hours. The infernal Harley Davidson motorcycle noise, the gurgling hot rod noise, the ill-maintained mufflered vehicles, the buzzy Vespa at hight speed noise and bus noise and brake squealings. And not to forget the overhead pounding and thudding, somehow getting through 12" thick of concrete. It is a Sunday, and they have laid off the heavy duty equipment vehicles for the most part as well as the incessant back-up beeper noises. In the latter case they have substituted more seagull and small bird mewings and cheepings respectively. Neither of which is in earshot or perches nearby of course, as it seems they don't want the seagulls around except to cruise by in my left side peripherial vision, often timed to certain thoughts that fit the perps' objectives agenda. Fucking tiresome that I cannot allowed to be left alone; faked touches and whackings, finger motor control interference, "stun outs" stopping me from getting on with what I ordinarily would, as well as food flickings. In the latter case a new package of cheese had crumbs flying off of it before it was opened even, and then more when being opened, and more again when being grated. Crumbs will take extra-conventional gravitic trajectories from the cheese block to the floor, through the grater and to the floor, and sometimes they will bounce some off of me. No amount of pre-emptive methods will deter this insane perp obsession over cheese, especially when grated or sliced. No church bells most oddly,- perhaps they have mastered them and all they have to offering in the vibrational and sonic games that are so often arranged. But they did have the bottle bashing games going in the hallway, possibly as a substitute.

And some very strange dreams this morning before getting up, and then the assholes kept replaying them at breakfast until I screamed at them to stop, and they did. Now, only 15 minutes since lunch they are bringing them on again, even if they have nothing to do with food. One dream scene has a small child seemingly born sightless whose eyes materialize in their sockets as I am viewing it. Fucking absurd as well as insane to plant their bullshit imagery in someone else's mind.

Some relief by way of pix.

Taken 04-29-2009, 1744h. I suppose the two vehicles, one silver-grey and one mid-grey crossing paths isn't too odd in and of itself. But when there is a predominance of grey-scale colored vehicles on one's presence, there are no coincidences. The real purpose was to capture this bullshit reflection, and said beam that manages to find this very apartment and illuminate it later in the day. This apartment is E. facing, so the perps have to do stunts like this to get some later light cast in here, no matter the flimsy cover story.





















A zoom of the above reflection, and lo, if a red shirted Fuckwit isn't at the door above the putative beam source (faux reflection IMHO). Not to mention the satellite dish being nearby as well. I had an extensive series of this beam bullshit from three residential towers in last year's blog postings. Hopefully I can refrain from this habit this year.













Taken 04-29-2009, 1744h. It is copper color season again, and what better way to illustrate it by proximate placement to red colored vehicles, a time honored vehicle color combination that I see some 8x per week. The orange-copper color is particularly offensive to me, but then again, that is why it is placed so often it would seem. There is a yellow copper Volvo 850 wagon that looks very attractive, and about 2x per month they give me a dose of that Favored vehicle with the generally Unfavored color, to then groom me on the ugly orange-copper colors. Or, so it seems. Other interpretation suggestions are welcome, as are any informed comments.












A close up of the above; three black vehicles on either side of the one-way road, a mid-blue colored pickup truck, two silver greys and thre reds. Any more than one vehicle of a color is clustered (blacks, silver-greys and the reds). And the lone fugly orange-copper colored vehicle of course.














And regular readers will know that I have commented on copper color stalking from time to time, and the perps have duly informed me that it is important for their fuckery being sent down copper wires. And they are on a bit of a information streak, also suggesting the copper wire insulation color is important too, as are connection devices etc. And too, the copper studs on Levi jeans, as well as the copper pennies that arrive, sometimes embedded in the street asphalt.

This one is done for now, and for the day I suspect, as my mother is coming early so we can visit the First Feral Father in the old folks home, still into his first week. At least I don't have put up with his infernal gangstalking and posing in door openings, though I am sure the assholes will treat me to some reminders sometime soon.

Returns, Exchanges and Refunds

1530h
One part of my life that has radically changed since full-on overt harassment is the game of having recently acquired goods "fail", fall apart, not as advertised or otherwise malfunction. So.... the game is to take these items back to where they came from and seek redress in some way. This allows the perps to re-evaluate the item after some weeks in your posession in its original environment. What they get out of that is total conjecture, and so it wasn't too much of a surprise that my very expensive progressive lens eyeglasses had to be returned because they weren't edge polished as ordered.

As part of this created perp obsession, I wasn't offered the option, and did not know it had been specified in the first place. And so, after one round of visiting the store on the weekend and coming up against a clueless store assistant, I took the glasses back and asked the very attractive blonde woman in charge if in fact the glasses were edge polished or not, as I wasn't 100% sure of the term yet, and was going by others, including Sarah Palin, who had exposed edges that were smooth and transparent. The edges of my eyeglasses were a whitish appearence and almost opaque. And lo, if the blonde woman didn't declare that she "missed" noticing this from the work order, and asked if I wouldn't mind sending them back to the lab. I told her that was fine, and that I had my old eyeglasses in place for such an eventuality. The deal was done, and so I am back to my old pair that correct for distance viewing only.

And this was the perp's entre to repeated vision fucking all day so far, and likely until I get the new eyeglasses back, hopefully tomorrow. And I suppose it gives the perps an respite to analyse the new glasses for whatever energetic signatures that they took on when on my face for a month, as they seemed well prepared for this one block excursion. They had the elevator floor wet, as if recently mopped, and the elevator lobby too. They even put on the mop bucket, near identical in form and material to the one that I use at the car dealership for my one hour per day job.

On the way to the optician I dropped off a bag full of Christmas presents I didn't want, and I suspect that the givers knew exactly what they were doing as they know what kind of garments I like, and they are constantly exposed to this when I visit them. I also "remembered" to throw in the brown raincoat I never use and got fucked in purchasing when in Seattle in 2000, as all the black, grey and navy blue ones were gone. A partially consumed marzipan loaf was also put in the bag as the perps arranged it such that I didn't have any gift giving occasions and that I was suitably faked out by my mother's specious talk. And the polycarbonate bisphenol A leaching water bottle was also put in the charity giveaway bag, an item the perps had me use last summer and have since spooked me with pollutant "concerns". Though the real fact is that they likely knew all about it years ago and as ingested pollutants seem to be creating more problems for them in remotely assaying/applying energetic intrusions like mind control, they seem to be moving on. I have no idea as to what the fuckers are up to; remediating my ingested pollutants or working around them by appropriate modelling of their behavior in one's physiological system. The perps tell me that the pollutant traces have inconsistent properties at the quantum level; the usual caveat applies, though they have been very consistent in chasing me down with all manner and types of plastics, especially the PVC pipe bearing irrigation services trucks that buzz about me, even if there is no jobsite nearby.

After dropping off the donations at the local charity, and back on the sidewalk, the perps arranged a swarm of at least five dudes in an confluence with me in the center beside the vagrant act with the shopping cart that was stopped in mid-sidewalk for no apparent reason. It was simply amazing as to how all these Fuckwits could come from nowhere, and assemble as a swarm with such amazing choreography. I don't know quite what so compelling at that moment; I had walked some 50' N. to the charity donations bay, and then walked the same path back, and then turned W. and had only gone some 15' when the dude swarm came from across the street, the adjacent parking lot, and the vagrang Fuckwit stopped in mid-street. Then some more gangstalking action until I got the opticians where they re-installed the E. Indian dude to pose briefy as seen through the storefront glass and who had scooted by the time I had entered the building only two seconds later. This business has always been a babe show, but the perps seem determined to introduce some males into the mix, but are doing it in a very incremental way. The dude gangstalkers in the opticians are for very short, no more than five seconds, durations to be seen by me. Hence the last time when there, two males arrived at the front door as I was about to depart with my new eyeglasses, one of whom was wearing a fedora and they jointly appeared as if they were some noir B movie. Fucking hilarious, or at least, as much as it gets.

Today's other dude in the optical store was a supposed customer with his wife and I heard him, and those he was talking to, while dealing with the blonde woman who was making a fuss that she "missed" noticing that my then new glasses weren't edge polished. And it would seem that the perps just wanted me to hear a male voice in the background, and once I got up to leave, he was doing his pose for me to see, and my attention was momentarily directed to see him. This seems to be the perps' way of metered incremental introductions of males into my enviroment as they are of the Unfavored demographic groups, seemingly because of past inflicted subconscious traumatizations the assholes are now attempting to elicit. Regular readers might recall a similar event in the summer when one of my daffodil farmworkers, who had been regularly into the sauce, arrived late a work on the conveyor line, and then the perps wafted his pungent odour toward me, such that I smelled him first before I saw him. An interesting variation of the perps and their incremental introduction games.

And while at the opticians there was the usual array of "service" and "delivery" vehicles clustered outside, often with the dude/driver sitting there in the cab, present for both my inbound and outbound legs of my return journey. They put on some white colored vans and 5 tonne delivery trucks and then injected about a quarter of them as glossy black colored vehicles, an opposite greyscale tone, and a very frequent gangstalk vehicle configuration color. Wearing the old eyeglasses for a day will likely also attract some more Fuckwit/gangstalker shenanigans tonight when on the cleaning job or afterward. I don't want to consider what the Fuckover games are going to be as I am still royally pissed with the three forced "forgets" last night.

When I got back from the opticians the apartment lobby floor mopping action was still in progress, just with no cleaning person or mop bucket around. When the perps put on wet floors and wetted parking lots (with no other adjacent road surfaces wet), they are going all out to expedite whatever fuckery they are doing, which as regular readers will know, it is the remote assay of one's total bioenergetic signature (or, bioelectromagnetics if you prefer, but I think this is only part of it all, hence I use the term, bioenergetics) for the purposes of 100% mind control as well as other bioenergetic states that have to do with color, conscious and subconscious recall (per above), as well as likely psychic energies. Hence the ongoing kiddie and dog show as an inordinant part of the ongoing gangstalking population as they are more sensitive to psychic energies.

Anyhow, that is a whole lot to take in, but I don't come to those speculations without a whole lot of experiences and observation. I have had 6.5 years of this fucking abuse, and there is a plenty of consistency the perps are presenting and reiterating, and it would seem that they are on a campaign to continue their quest that has been very consistent around their objectives as noted in my blog posting to the right under Introductory Postings, Pondering the Perps Objectives.

2200h
And lo, if the perps didn't pull a major toilet blockage and overflow stunt that had to be cleaned up with towels. And of course it it too late to put them in the laundry tonight so they get to sit in the bathtub for the night until I get to them tomorrow morning, just after breakfast when I will be reminded of them sitting there. One is not allowed to be proactive and get onto matters right away, but is kept constantly clueless by "remembering" only on sight. I will spare the details, but this has to be at least the eighth time in this apartment, and as far as I can recollect, they have been the most aggressive on toilet overflow stunts here. Though the assholes have always been obsessed over me taking a shit right from the start when they became overt in 04-2002 and I saw one of the male invader crew put a balloon in the toilet and flushed it as he placed the balloon in to get it out just out of sight and into the pipe. And ever since then, the assholes have sabotaged just about every crap I have taken. Not to mention that they also parade brown colored vehicles and brown dressed gangstalkers around too. I suspect they could of figured out their fucking brown color problem years ago with cooperation instead of a 6.5 year long game of peekaboo color exposures and the toilet fucking games.

One is tempted to associate the fact that I am wearing my old eyeglasses tonight with tonight's shit stunt, but I have no idea why. As always, there are no true coincidences in my life, it is all a matter of figuring out what the Shit SS want from their deranged experimentation games. All this description is too interesting for the assholes as they have brought in the rumbling noise overhead, that portable one that "arrives" overhead no matter where I am in the apartment; desk, kitchen, bathroom, and bed.

I have an 1000h employment appointment tomorrow as part of the grovelling process for training monies to upgrade my computer skills to current levels after this criminally enforced hiatus. I wonder what the real agenda is in getting me to an outside appointment on the heels of tonight's shit stunt and the cleanup. No doubt there will be serious gangstalking and perhaps someone will be wearing my brown raincoat that I put into the charity today. The usual deal for appointments is that even if I am on time the meeting it starts 15 to 20 minutes late while the parade of Fuckwits with their coffees (think brown color stalking), passes by along with the plasma and maser beams flitting about. Yesterday's appointment was an example with even the yellow envelope stalking as some kind of color reference for the person who "needed" to pick up brochures from the rack near me.

Tonight's one hour car dealership cleaning was less eventful thankfully; I see that the two week "tour" of the deep red metallic Mazda Tribute with the yellow fiberglass stringered ladders finally ended. This vehicle had been rotated to all the hoists (four), one in each corner and in the center as some kind of color reference "bait". The perps routinely have ladder bearing gangstalking vehicles in my proximity, and it would seem that having this vehicle there in differing positions and elevations (on the hoists) was of prime importance. The used vehicles that they had arranged in the Service Shop tonight were red, copper color and black, all straight from the gangstalking playbook.

I noticed today when dropping off the charity stuff I passed a copper colored Volvo 850 wagon, the pre-2002 version that looks the best before they "jelly beaned" the body panels. This vehicle parks in that closest parking lot corner anytime I pass by on that side of the street, and I suppose it represents a Favored design with a color the perps are obsessed over, but only selectively present, that being a copper color. And it is no surprise how many shiny pennies "erupt" around me when out in public as some kind of reference color and material (metal). The perps are putting on the more reddish copper colors of late, the ones that I find ugly. This Volvo is a more bronze colored copper and might have been the reason the fuckers swarmed on me in mid street, detailed above. This same Volvo was arranged in the Volvo car dealership lot when I was in my former residence (2007 to 2007)and I would pass it by when on my shopping trips. I must of seen it at least 10x or more, and it was often parked near the tree that was overhanging the lot and the sidewalk. What the copper color means for the perps isn't clear to me, but it is interesting that today's pants "uniform", jeans, have copper studs in them.

That should be enough of a blog posting for today, having an outing this morning and then the lastmost toilet stunt to ensure there is another round of loathing and angst created. The perps feed on emotional tumult and duress, and I often wonder how much of the news is fomented by these assholes in order to create more of these seeming optimal harassment/nonconsensual human experimentation events. Enough of the conspiracies for now, but many TI's find there is more commonality of world events than they want to publically divulge. Even here, I don't go into all these possible connections as I don't always know the premise behind them, and don't want to engage in long chains of unsubstantiated conjecture.