07-06-1954
My birthday today, double sixes in fact, and some kind of relevance to those who do numerology and all the rest of the supposed portent these numbers bring. I couldn't care less about that kind of stuff.
Even my ex sent me a birthday email, which the asshole hasn't done for the last 20+ years, so what gives?
A day in the vineyard, muscling through yet more hand tucking, as the boss man couldn't be bothered to get the second tucking wire out of the way before the tendrils latched on en masse. Normally, with the wires out of the way, preferably below, then one brings them up and the pair of them contain the shoots vertically without any tendril attachments. Some hand tucking is needed to straighten them out but not much. It could of been done in a week this way, but no, the boss said no to moving the wire and by default that meant have the vineyard worker (me) take three weeks to do it manually. Like, there isn't enough else to do? Of course there is; June and July are intense vine shoot growing periods here not to mention the so-called "suckers" (shoots from the base) that need to be removed (again). And another round of shoot thinning.
And besides, the owners (a couple) never ask me how it is going, what progress I am making, you know, the normal supervisor concern about task completion. And they rarely visit me while doing the job, like they don't need to know what quality level I am doing. Bizarre to say the least. Even last Friday, I come into the tasting room to purchase a bottle of wine as a visitor is in town, and the owner (female) doesn't even ask me how it is going in a general sense. I hadn't seen her in weeks, and she doesn't even ask anything about the job. I only work there M-F, 8 hours a day for crissakes.
I told the owner (male, the more active managerial one) two weeks ago he needed extra help on tucking
and he told me he had someone lined up. And what do I get? One person a
week later for one day FFS. It does cause me to ponder if I haven't been
sandbagged in some way; keep the victim doing a job the slow way when
it could of been done 3x faster. All fitting with the Psychopath's
agenda of slowing up the victim in engaging in any task whatsoever.
As in competence sabotage; a simple job, now my 8th year of vineyard work, and the Psychopaths dither my finger control to cause the trellis clips (that pull the wires together to better contain the shoots so they don't move) in my hand to suddenly eject outward, and are lost for good. Thanks a bunch assholes. Which explains why I dare not take any assembly job as parts will flip, fly, or eject (beome unconventionally extra kinetic) and my finger control suddenly becomes extra clumsy. Add in the time contraint, say, of being on an assembly line, and the Psychopaths have me totally panicked, stressed and intensely annoyed. They like that, stressing the victim any which way possible, again and again, the same tasks every fucking day.
Another owner stunt was a few months ago when a colleague mentioned my boss (female) made a video on pruning vines and put it on Youtube where he saw it. It was news to me, and annoying news at that, as I had just completed pruning the whole five acres of the vineyard myself, and she never mentioned any video creation, and nor did she ask me about any input. So, the boss lady puts out an educational video on pruning and doesn't mention any of it to me who did all the pruning in the vineyard, save three rows. Pruning is like driving, you don't get any better or knowledgeable until you do it as there are a considerable number of contingent principles and rules that one must consider.
One has to laugh, but also one has to wonder why they are so disengaged when they have a four year employee who is responsible, reliable and knowledgeable, if I may toot my horn some. One usually doesn't get this in agriculture labor for long (or at all), never mind four years working there. I could go on about this perverse disconnect of my current employer association, but if nothing else it is as consistent as it is incomprehensible, given their amiable personalities. I don't get it, unless it is being governed by someone who does not want more of an engaging relationship.
Speaking of which, the First Feral Family all went sideways on me when all this harassment and abuse came on in 04-2002, and the assholes haven't let up since. Playing dumb got them a few months at first, but it became tiresome and then obvious someone was managing my family interaction to be as limited as possible. (And when I realized the assholes were in on this since the get-go, they somehow knew and cut off the last few lines of intelligent questioning and haven't mentioned a thing since, about 16 years). But not to an antagonistic level though, but I do my part at least, and maintain the perspective of Fuck Them All. I don't initiate much with them, but respond normally according to any of theirs if limited. More strange (and managed) interpersonal weirdness IMHO.
And a continuing level of weirdness and fuckery in my existence. The Covid plandemic in all its much hyped "second round", "rebound" and the rest of the Lamestream Media information feed, has kept the physical distancing going, with the odd Fuckwit suddenly erupting to get in close. The gangstalking has become more obvious, but not more frequent, and the "usual" tag teaming is more subtle. One Fuckwit in the supermarked did an 180 degree turn around behind me as I was about to pick an item off the shelf. This would of been a decision moment (for me), a much stalked and harassed moment of High Fuckery for the Psychopaths. Said Fuckwit continued to keep hanging around and seemed to know what aisle I would be in next after bailing on my intended path after seeing the Fuckwit posted exactly where I wanted to go. A straight giveaway are the Fuckwits who stand there at the chocolate section, always a regular stop for me, and so I bail and go elsewhere to finish my shopping, and the same Fuckwit is still standing there some 10 minutes later.
The 180 degree turnarounds by vehicular stalkers has also increased. Today, when departing the vineyard parking lot at 1600h, a white vehicle drives in and I figure they are going to the winery tasting room. But no, the Fuckwit turns around and follows me out, having just got a break in the traffic on Naramata Road, the Fuckwit going back the way he came. If I get too pissed with these fucker they invariably have them take a turn before long. Whether this is to defuse my annoyance or to lower the obviousness level I don't know. Same difference to me; quit fucking stalking me asshole. There have been other winery parking lot turnaround episodes, about two per month, and have increased over the past 4 months. All to do with the ansiotropic properties of space, and having different energy properties in different directions.
A blatant extraconventional piece of fuckery a few days ago. I was lying in bed intending to sleep and they must of telepathically posted something humorous in my subconscious. I was aware of a (seeming genuine) humorous thought, but I could not say exactly what it was (conscious thought), and it was slightly funny, and they must of re-posted it or else augmented it slightly, and I still thought it was humorous. And then poof, some kind of EMF pulse (or like) went through my whole head and a coincident knock on a panel some 20' away. I have had these before, more in the earlier days when a conscious thought got the same Psychopathic extraconventional reaction; a flash of light and a noise and a sensation of a pulse of something traveling through me. This seems to be the first time they have done this test with a planted subconscious telepathic notion.
The last one like this was about a year ago when they put a pair of nice looking babes in front of me at yoga and I was checking them out, and liked what I saw, re-affirmed it, and then poof, a sudden one second burst of a plasma cloud in front of me. No pulse though.
Other fuckery that has increased of late is the existence of plasma and light properties altering events. The masers, the black fuzzy or sometimes linear features, that float around with abandon, and can even track my vision on a printed page. Time to put down the book then when it gets down to point-of-vision stalking. I come in the door at my residence, and they put on this squished up, or crinkled light distortion pattern inside. The same one for three days running.
Long time readers and TI's will know that ANY passage through a doorway or even a gate will cause the Psychopaths to put on extra noise-stalking and other fuckery. Never mind the fact that they routinely (near 100%, normally they don't like to keep a regular harassment beat) piss me off when getting out the door to work every day. I could be late, the shoelaces flip all over the place (extra kinetic), the bootlaces keep missing the hooks on the boots, something is forgotten and just recalled, and hundreds of other jerkarounds to piss me off, usually intensely before getting out the door. Add in a few back and forths to/from the vehicle to get another "forgotten" item, and I am rage-ified every work day in getting there. Thanks bunch assholes. All about exiting one place and passing through a door to crossing the outside lawn (20') and then through a gate (also a moment of high fuckery as they like to pull the keys from my fingers) and getting to my vehicle, another 20' away. And what is it about these simple actions of leaving a house and entering my vehicle that so interests an annual billion dollar budget Psychopathic organization that they need to hound the absolute piss out of me for 18 years and counting?
I have no idea, and don't care. Just leave me the fuck alone, I have been abused enough for 100 lifetimes. As I mentioned in an earlier posting; I'd rather done my time in Guantanamo Bay; I would of been out in seven years and set up on some faraway place, courtesy of Uncle Sugar.
On a more analytical note, I suspect one's energy interactions with the ground energy (charge field in the parlance of Miles Mathis' profound work) in passing from living quarters (on a carpeted concrete pad) to lawn to gravel to asphalt and then seated in a vehicle. If nothing else, the Psychopaths have been very persistent and consistent in hounding my ass at moments of egress (buildings, between rooms, in and out of vehicles etc.). And also getting out of my vehicle, as often one of my employers "happens" to be passing by.
And so it goes, and I will call this a posting, even if I intended to keeping this one ticking over for a few more weeks. Here it is, back to life as a prisoner in disguise. Or, more accurately, as a human nonconsensual experimentation subject, in situ.
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Thursday, July 18, 2019
Turn Up the Gangstalking
07-09-2019
What is with the intensified gangstalking these last two days? And the added pit-lamping, the headlights aimed at me at every turn in the road, at my vehicle egress (entrances and exits), building entrances and exits etc.
Nothing too weird on the vineyard workplace front, save this infernal dog that "somehow" has it in for me, and me alone, putting up a ferocious front if I "happen" to be nearby. Today it was three events as it hung around at the property gate awaiting the return of the owners. They left the dog behind but in the care of someone nearby who drives in with their very loud and ill-maintained muffler. (Don't we know that one; in this case a later model sedan that for "some reason" hasn't fixed their muffler in over a year, and often does noisestalking passes around the vineyard. Now, it gets to drive into the vineyard on ostensible dog care duty to put on more of the same loathsome noise, just closer in).
Said dog will go flying past other workers it doesn't know well, and then puts on ferocious barking, even baring its teeth today. Even if it has a frisbee in its mouth from a game with the owner's family, the dog will bark at me with the frisbee still stuck in its mouth. I think I will call the dog "Pepper Spray" and maybe the owners will get the hint. As if they don't know; I told them, and they have seen the fucking animal taking a beeline for me to suddenly traumatize the shit out of me, and all I get is this loopy grin. Or else the dog is mind fucked and is programmed for TI harassment, and they know this and of course, cannot do anything. At best, they don't give a shit.
All I hope is that I don't get a leg full of teeth, as the dog can operate in stealth mode, and now with the vine canopy reaching full height, it can get in close without me seeing it further out. And it knows it, as it is a German shepard x labrador, and is smart enough to know the score. And too, it seems to operate in auto-harassment mode; laying on the barking close in, say 10' or less, then wanders off not looking at me with its tongue hanging out. It too, has the "Fuck the Victim, and Fuck the Victim More" streak that is so impressively delivered by the Psychopaths in all other capacities, all the time. Just get me out of here; I have had enough. Now at 17 years of insane and relentless Psychopathic abuse, and now I have a deranged canine to contend with at my workplace.
Back to the lead item; tonight's venture to local organic store begat a procession of red, and a single brown vehicle ahead of me, leading and taking the same turns as I do when most folks don't take that route. The brown vehicle must of got too annoying, (I loathe brown colors) and they had it turn off early, while the deep reds proceeded ahead of me. Then the wacko in the truck who somehow "needed" to make a L turn into the R lane (behind me, after I made a R turn) coming from the opposite direction. Like WTF; the road traffic rule is that you turn into the L lane, and then change lanes if need be. I have never seen something quite so strange driving-wise, and in saying that, I am sure there will be more weirdness to come.
Then after entering the store, and in the supplements section, and looking for an item, a blonde customer service woman is leading this brown shirted dude with orange disposable gloves, and they immediately need to get by, and walk over just where I was. At least I got an "excuse me" out of the deal this time. Elsewhere in the store, other Fuckwits popped out from the aisle ends in this long running stunt of posted stalking Fuckwits at my every turn, especially at store aisle ends. Then the regular cashier woman "happens" to arrive 4' away while I was at the chocolate section, standing around and eventually selecting an item. Then at the checkout, why, it is the same brown shirted dude in the orange gloves again, a first time (for me) cashier. Where do they get these bozos, and why must they walk on the very ground I am standing on in advance of another long standing Fuckover theme, making a financial transaction? Haven't we had enough brownstalking these past 17 years of this senseless and relentless abuse-athon? Seemingly not.
A white vehicle tail on me most of the way home, following me 90% of my route, again an irregular one, and hot on my ass until the last block. All of the above fuckery for a 8 minute trip to the local organics store, and maybe a whole 10 minutes in the wretched place (as it is coming to be), and the same trip duration on the way back. An exercise in targeted hell for a Prisoner in Disguise. Well done assholes.
And what is it about the Psychopaths they they need to sabotage the repair effort to deal with an original sabotage event of theirs? This theme plays out countless times, and became immediately apparent since they first went berserk/overt in 04-2002. That is, they invaded my apartment with unconventional weapons and measures, later deployed personnel inside, and have since kept up this abuse-athon ever since. This time, the very reliable track lighting, after two years of continuous service and zero handling of the lighting since installation, "happened" to go out on one side of a "T" junction. I took it down recently, examined it, and determined that "somehow" by cutting it short by a few inches, that the internal track wire was cut a half inch too short as it moves inside an insulated sleeve that itself also moves inside the track. To fix it, I need to insert a half inch of 14 gauge wire in each of the two track inserts to stop the wire shifting upon installation. I find a 6" piece of 14 gauge scrap trellis wire at work, and put it in my pack on other items. I get home, and lo, if it hasn't "disappeared". I cannot count the times that "sabotage on sabotage" (repairs) has "happened" since 04-2002, but suffice to say, this had never occurred to my recollection before then, and is now of a consistent Fuckover (harassment) frequency. I would give this particular abuse escalation at least two orders of magnitude since The Day of Abusive Infamy, 04-2002.
07-10-2019
I worked to 1300h, and then a dental appointment. A big one, as my two implant teeth (side by side), finally get installed. After nearly two years with a two tooth gap, and $11k, dental surgery, I get two new teeth. Not quite so fast though; the dentist had trouble with her torque wrench, and could not get it engaged. I offered to help her, but she wasn't much use as she was flipping it around so much. She called the rep, to no avail, and then the local dental surgeon. He offered to help her out, and so I ended up being the go-between, taking her torque wrench to him, he examining my implant caps, taking an X-ray, and he backing off the caps with his torque wrench. He "fixed" her torque wrench (identical make and model), right there, adjusting something on it, and so I took both the dentist's torque wrenches back to the first dentist so she could continue. Which she did, professionally, and even added some material on one implant tooth to get the bit right.
A sunny day, but lo, if a sudden rain didn't come on as I was setting off in mid-dental appointment to the dental surgeon, as "wrench runner", per above. As if the sudden rain onset timing wasn't enough, the traffic volume had one of those sudden and unexpected increases for that time of day, about 1430h. And too, the crazy assed driving also erupted on the slick streets; a woman goes full speed through a just-red traffic light, just as I was thinking of making a left turn at this intersection. But no, I waited an extra cycle. In this town there is at least a two second lag such that it is red in all directions before the traffic control goes green. So this person actually ran a red at considerable speed on rain slicked road surface, as it would seem that running a yellow light just wouldn't do. (See analysis below). I don't think I have ever seen such stupid driving in the rain, even in Vancouver for all the time I lived there and its substantially greater rain. (And too, Vancouver traffic behavior also goes extra stupid in the rain, but not nearly at the risk level this idiot woman was taking, or more like, participating in).
And do the perps ever love to jerk my ass, gangstalk me or just plain fuck with me when making a decision. And I was planning to turn L at the yellow light until the above mentioned crazy bitch ran the red in the oncoming direction. A decision deferred, until the next traffic cycle when there was an advance L turn signal. And here we have it again, hounding my ass in this senseless and relentless abuse-athon for 17 years, and a prior 47 years of covert orchestration and fuckery, and bazillions of drivers every day making decisions world wide as to making turns, etc. with respect to traffic controsl, and here are the Psychopaths hounding my ass over a driving decision in mid-dental appointment. (A peculiar touch to say the least, as how many dental patients end up driving between dentists during their appointment to accommodate the dentist's tool use problems). Bring on the coincidences some more.
07-13-2019
Day off, laundry, a stalking show, as it is never that busy. And lo, if the landlord wasn't there picking up laundry, bedding kind of stuff that one cannot do at home. etc.
This after a round of noisestalking outside my place, a particular single engine aircraft being most notable. Said noisestalking included the landlord on his cell phone. (Like WTF; does he really need to go outside in his backyard to take a cell phone call when he can see me there and knows I can hear him?) That stalking vignette drove me inside just as I was finishing reading the book, "The Many Worlds of Hugh Everett III" by Peter Byrne. Originally Hugh Everett's thesis was titled "Quantum Mechanics by the Method of the Universal Wave Function" in 1957, which was later subverted and redirected by his thesis advisor, Dr. John Wheeler, who was an follower of Neils Bohr, the reigning quantum mechanics theorist. And it just might be discovering the Universal Wave Function is what the Psychopaths are pursuing at considerable personal expense..
Heavy aircraft coverage overhead today, mostly fixed wing as there is a visitation from some WWII bombers, and lo, if that same infernal single engine fixed wing didn't join the fray, noisy as hell, doing repeated turns overhead.
A 10 hour sleep last night, and a 1.5 hour nap attack later today, just as I came inside after dealing with the aforementioned noisestalking and reading of the book, per above. In fact, I finished the written portion, and turned onto the Glossary when all the above noise shit came down. Refining their craft it seems; choosing the very moment between different components of the written word, and for all I know, the Glossary could of been written by someone else. Another task completion stalking/noise eruption IMHO, another Fuckover Feature that the Psychopaths came to teach me by considerable repetition.
It is interesting that Information Theory, (whatever that is exactly) is by some quantum energy researchers, included in Quantum Energy Dynamics, (QED), though not fully articulated in The Many Worlds of Hugh Everett III. And it is interesting that the Psychopaths had me deeply involved in relational database design for twelve years, 1989-2002, then summarily cut me off with their berserk/overt intrusion of 04-2002. And they have never, ever, let me come close to getting back to IT, even if I took Oracle upgrade courses in 2008. Well done assholes; lets have an over-educated farm worker and not let him even get a toe hold on advancing in the business. All the better to fuck the shit out of him, and in earning so little, we can control him al the more.
As much as I like a certain browser, and they are at least 5 years behind on getting open tabs synchronized across devices, they now have this as a feature. After a week of the spare PC operating because of the boot problem, the regular PC is back in action. And with both PCs running, do you think that I can synchronize tabs? Fuck no; we have all the commands and stated features, and you can synchronize a tab at a time, but if you think you want the convenience of getting one box back up to speed with all the open tabs of the intervening week on the other (spare) box, why hell no. All the above was good for a half hour of screaming at the assholes, and/or the browser maker. It will be a long time before the hamfisted, dumbed down, and/or technocentric ethos of MS, Google and their ilk will ever get to the usability level of Apple. Another 20 years I reckon. Though MS is starting to wake up, and is trying, and even has the "Move" command in the dialog box now (in some places- tentative, per usual), something they could of done for us long term command line VMS and Unix users when we got stiffed with the MS Windows platform (v. 3.1) by way of corporate imposition of the standard desktop way back when. I don't think MS's usability credibility will ever recover in the minds of those who were using Unix workstations (non-Intel CPU) before they were thrown under the bus for the sake of corporate desktop uniformity. Not that the management did shit either; they just rolled over like nearly all of them. One shoe fits all, from power workstation users (me, and most of my colleagues) to the office secretary in the eyes of our workplace IT clowns. A sabotage and scoot job, and it does make me wonder how all of my IT colleagues knew to invest in MS back then (1990), and eventually make a personal bundle. I thought Windows desktop was utter shit then, and never thought it would go the near full corporate saturation level it did. There is more elected/selected differences between Apple and MS and how they each fumbled and stumbled and succeeded along the way, with the former making a comeback via mobile platforms that "somehow" the Embalmer never quite figured out, including the idiocy of embracing the closed Symbian platform. All water under the bridge I suppose, and perhaps easier to note in hindsight.
I remember seeing the Embalmer (Steve Balmer, MS CEO at the time) on a TV interview about in 2004, and repeating the phrase, "controlling and ensuring the user's full Windows experience" at least three times, as his defense of MS's monopoly and closed platform. Yeah right; screaming at the MS Windows OS for 30 minutes at least 3x/week because it was an (advanced) feature-deprived clunky mess, bloatware in other respects, and an interface jungle pandering to dumb-shits. I still reckon I should be a one person benchmark for GUI usability and comprehensibility for those over an IQ of 100 (LOL)! After one "grows up" on the semantic and interface consistency and predictability of IBM and DEC mainframes, and later Unix workstation GUIs, turning over GUI interface and new platform architecture to the kids who knew only DOS was a paradigm shift into the toilet. Only Apple was the bright light on the GUI interface at first, though Jobs wasn't cut out for development of a corporate level OS. That Linux has since come to the fore, as a corporate back-end at least, is another bright light. I suppose there are books on the 1990's workplace desktop, OS and GUI wars, and perhaps one day I will investigate that.
07-18-2019
A whole four days has passed by and I haven't attended to getting this posted on the usual Sunday night. Funny how that "happens", these sudden blasts of lassitude for no apparent reason. So without further ado, here is the posting.
What is with the intensified gangstalking these last two days? And the added pit-lamping, the headlights aimed at me at every turn in the road, at my vehicle egress (entrances and exits), building entrances and exits etc.
Nothing too weird on the vineyard workplace front, save this infernal dog that "somehow" has it in for me, and me alone, putting up a ferocious front if I "happen" to be nearby. Today it was three events as it hung around at the property gate awaiting the return of the owners. They left the dog behind but in the care of someone nearby who drives in with their very loud and ill-maintained muffler. (Don't we know that one; in this case a later model sedan that for "some reason" hasn't fixed their muffler in over a year, and often does noisestalking passes around the vineyard. Now, it gets to drive into the vineyard on ostensible dog care duty to put on more of the same loathsome noise, just closer in).
Said dog will go flying past other workers it doesn't know well, and then puts on ferocious barking, even baring its teeth today. Even if it has a frisbee in its mouth from a game with the owner's family, the dog will bark at me with the frisbee still stuck in its mouth. I think I will call the dog "Pepper Spray" and maybe the owners will get the hint. As if they don't know; I told them, and they have seen the fucking animal taking a beeline for me to suddenly traumatize the shit out of me, and all I get is this loopy grin. Or else the dog is mind fucked and is programmed for TI harassment, and they know this and of course, cannot do anything. At best, they don't give a shit.
All I hope is that I don't get a leg full of teeth, as the dog can operate in stealth mode, and now with the vine canopy reaching full height, it can get in close without me seeing it further out. And it knows it, as it is a German shepard x labrador, and is smart enough to know the score. And too, it seems to operate in auto-harassment mode; laying on the barking close in, say 10' or less, then wanders off not looking at me with its tongue hanging out. It too, has the "Fuck the Victim, and Fuck the Victim More" streak that is so impressively delivered by the Psychopaths in all other capacities, all the time. Just get me out of here; I have had enough. Now at 17 years of insane and relentless Psychopathic abuse, and now I have a deranged canine to contend with at my workplace.
Back to the lead item; tonight's venture to local organic store begat a procession of red, and a single brown vehicle ahead of me, leading and taking the same turns as I do when most folks don't take that route. The brown vehicle must of got too annoying, (I loathe brown colors) and they had it turn off early, while the deep reds proceeded ahead of me. Then the wacko in the truck who somehow "needed" to make a L turn into the R lane (behind me, after I made a R turn) coming from the opposite direction. Like WTF; the road traffic rule is that you turn into the L lane, and then change lanes if need be. I have never seen something quite so strange driving-wise, and in saying that, I am sure there will be more weirdness to come.
Then after entering the store, and in the supplements section, and looking for an item, a blonde customer service woman is leading this brown shirted dude with orange disposable gloves, and they immediately need to get by, and walk over just where I was. At least I got an "excuse me" out of the deal this time. Elsewhere in the store, other Fuckwits popped out from the aisle ends in this long running stunt of posted stalking Fuckwits at my every turn, especially at store aisle ends. Then the regular cashier woman "happens" to arrive 4' away while I was at the chocolate section, standing around and eventually selecting an item. Then at the checkout, why, it is the same brown shirted dude in the orange gloves again, a first time (for me) cashier. Where do they get these bozos, and why must they walk on the very ground I am standing on in advance of another long standing Fuckover theme, making a financial transaction? Haven't we had enough brownstalking these past 17 years of this senseless and relentless abuse-athon? Seemingly not.
A white vehicle tail on me most of the way home, following me 90% of my route, again an irregular one, and hot on my ass until the last block. All of the above fuckery for a 8 minute trip to the local organics store, and maybe a whole 10 minutes in the wretched place (as it is coming to be), and the same trip duration on the way back. An exercise in targeted hell for a Prisoner in Disguise. Well done assholes.
And what is it about the Psychopaths they they need to sabotage the repair effort to deal with an original sabotage event of theirs? This theme plays out countless times, and became immediately apparent since they first went berserk/overt in 04-2002. That is, they invaded my apartment with unconventional weapons and measures, later deployed personnel inside, and have since kept up this abuse-athon ever since. This time, the very reliable track lighting, after two years of continuous service and zero handling of the lighting since installation, "happened" to go out on one side of a "T" junction. I took it down recently, examined it, and determined that "somehow" by cutting it short by a few inches, that the internal track wire was cut a half inch too short as it moves inside an insulated sleeve that itself also moves inside the track. To fix it, I need to insert a half inch of 14 gauge wire in each of the two track inserts to stop the wire shifting upon installation. I find a 6" piece of 14 gauge scrap trellis wire at work, and put it in my pack on other items. I get home, and lo, if it hasn't "disappeared". I cannot count the times that "sabotage on sabotage" (repairs) has "happened" since 04-2002, but suffice to say, this had never occurred to my recollection before then, and is now of a consistent Fuckover (harassment) frequency. I would give this particular abuse escalation at least two orders of magnitude since The Day of Abusive Infamy, 04-2002.
07-10-2019
I worked to 1300h, and then a dental appointment. A big one, as my two implant teeth (side by side), finally get installed. After nearly two years with a two tooth gap, and $11k, dental surgery, I get two new teeth. Not quite so fast though; the dentist had trouble with her torque wrench, and could not get it engaged. I offered to help her, but she wasn't much use as she was flipping it around so much. She called the rep, to no avail, and then the local dental surgeon. He offered to help her out, and so I ended up being the go-between, taking her torque wrench to him, he examining my implant caps, taking an X-ray, and he backing off the caps with his torque wrench. He "fixed" her torque wrench (identical make and model), right there, adjusting something on it, and so I took both the dentist's torque wrenches back to the first dentist so she could continue. Which she did, professionally, and even added some material on one implant tooth to get the bit right.
A sunny day, but lo, if a sudden rain didn't come on as I was setting off in mid-dental appointment to the dental surgeon, as "wrench runner", per above. As if the sudden rain onset timing wasn't enough, the traffic volume had one of those sudden and unexpected increases for that time of day, about 1430h. And too, the crazy assed driving also erupted on the slick streets; a woman goes full speed through a just-red traffic light, just as I was thinking of making a left turn at this intersection. But no, I waited an extra cycle. In this town there is at least a two second lag such that it is red in all directions before the traffic control goes green. So this person actually ran a red at considerable speed on rain slicked road surface, as it would seem that running a yellow light just wouldn't do. (See analysis below). I don't think I have ever seen such stupid driving in the rain, even in Vancouver for all the time I lived there and its substantially greater rain. (And too, Vancouver traffic behavior also goes extra stupid in the rain, but not nearly at the risk level this idiot woman was taking, or more like, participating in).
And do the perps ever love to jerk my ass, gangstalk me or just plain fuck with me when making a decision. And I was planning to turn L at the yellow light until the above mentioned crazy bitch ran the red in the oncoming direction. A decision deferred, until the next traffic cycle when there was an advance L turn signal. And here we have it again, hounding my ass in this senseless and relentless abuse-athon for 17 years, and a prior 47 years of covert orchestration and fuckery, and bazillions of drivers every day making decisions world wide as to making turns, etc. with respect to traffic controsl, and here are the Psychopaths hounding my ass over a driving decision in mid-dental appointment. (A peculiar touch to say the least, as how many dental patients end up driving between dentists during their appointment to accommodate the dentist's tool use problems). Bring on the coincidences some more.
07-13-2019
Day off, laundry, a stalking show, as it is never that busy. And lo, if the landlord wasn't there picking up laundry, bedding kind of stuff that one cannot do at home. etc.
This after a round of noisestalking outside my place, a particular single engine aircraft being most notable. Said noisestalking included the landlord on his cell phone. (Like WTF; does he really need to go outside in his backyard to take a cell phone call when he can see me there and knows I can hear him?) That stalking vignette drove me inside just as I was finishing reading the book, "The Many Worlds of Hugh Everett III" by Peter Byrne. Originally Hugh Everett's thesis was titled "Quantum Mechanics by the Method of the Universal Wave Function" in 1957, which was later subverted and redirected by his thesis advisor, Dr. John Wheeler, who was an follower of Neils Bohr, the reigning quantum mechanics theorist. And it just might be discovering the Universal Wave Function is what the Psychopaths are pursuing at considerable personal expense..
Heavy aircraft coverage overhead today, mostly fixed wing as there is a visitation from some WWII bombers, and lo, if that same infernal single engine fixed wing didn't join the fray, noisy as hell, doing repeated turns overhead.
A 10 hour sleep last night, and a 1.5 hour nap attack later today, just as I came inside after dealing with the aforementioned noisestalking and reading of the book, per above. In fact, I finished the written portion, and turned onto the Glossary when all the above noise shit came down. Refining their craft it seems; choosing the very moment between different components of the written word, and for all I know, the Glossary could of been written by someone else. Another task completion stalking/noise eruption IMHO, another Fuckover Feature that the Psychopaths came to teach me by considerable repetition.
It is interesting that Information Theory, (whatever that is exactly) is by some quantum energy researchers, included in Quantum Energy Dynamics, (QED), though not fully articulated in The Many Worlds of Hugh Everett III. And it is interesting that the Psychopaths had me deeply involved in relational database design for twelve years, 1989-2002, then summarily cut me off with their berserk/overt intrusion of 04-2002. And they have never, ever, let me come close to getting back to IT, even if I took Oracle upgrade courses in 2008. Well done assholes; lets have an over-educated farm worker and not let him even get a toe hold on advancing in the business. All the better to fuck the shit out of him, and in earning so little, we can control him al the more.
As much as I like a certain browser, and they are at least 5 years behind on getting open tabs synchronized across devices, they now have this as a feature. After a week of the spare PC operating because of the boot problem, the regular PC is back in action. And with both PCs running, do you think that I can synchronize tabs? Fuck no; we have all the commands and stated features, and you can synchronize a tab at a time, but if you think you want the convenience of getting one box back up to speed with all the open tabs of the intervening week on the other (spare) box, why hell no. All the above was good for a half hour of screaming at the assholes, and/or the browser maker. It will be a long time before the hamfisted, dumbed down, and/or technocentric ethos of MS, Google and their ilk will ever get to the usability level of Apple. Another 20 years I reckon. Though MS is starting to wake up, and is trying, and even has the "Move" command in the dialog box now (in some places- tentative, per usual), something they could of done for us long term command line VMS and Unix users when we got stiffed with the MS Windows platform (v. 3.1) by way of corporate imposition of the standard desktop way back when. I don't think MS's usability credibility will ever recover in the minds of those who were using Unix workstations (non-Intel CPU) before they were thrown under the bus for the sake of corporate desktop uniformity. Not that the management did shit either; they just rolled over like nearly all of them. One shoe fits all, from power workstation users (me, and most of my colleagues) to the office secretary in the eyes of our workplace IT clowns. A sabotage and scoot job, and it does make me wonder how all of my IT colleagues knew to invest in MS back then (1990), and eventually make a personal bundle. I thought Windows desktop was utter shit then, and never thought it would go the near full corporate saturation level it did. There is more elected/selected differences between Apple and MS and how they each fumbled and stumbled and succeeded along the way, with the former making a comeback via mobile platforms that "somehow" the Embalmer never quite figured out, including the idiocy of embracing the closed Symbian platform. All water under the bridge I suppose, and perhaps easier to note in hindsight.
I remember seeing the Embalmer (Steve Balmer, MS CEO at the time) on a TV interview about in 2004, and repeating the phrase, "controlling and ensuring the user's full Windows experience" at least three times, as his defense of MS's monopoly and closed platform. Yeah right; screaming at the MS Windows OS for 30 minutes at least 3x/week because it was an (advanced) feature-deprived clunky mess, bloatware in other respects, and an interface jungle pandering to dumb-shits. I still reckon I should be a one person benchmark for GUI usability and comprehensibility for those over an IQ of 100 (LOL)! After one "grows up" on the semantic and interface consistency and predictability of IBM and DEC mainframes, and later Unix workstation GUIs, turning over GUI interface and new platform architecture to the kids who knew only DOS was a paradigm shift into the toilet. Only Apple was the bright light on the GUI interface at first, though Jobs wasn't cut out for development of a corporate level OS. That Linux has since come to the fore, as a corporate back-end at least, is another bright light. I suppose there are books on the 1990's workplace desktop, OS and GUI wars, and perhaps one day I will investigate that.
07-18-2019
A whole four days has passed by and I haven't attended to getting this posted on the usual Sunday night. Funny how that "happens", these sudden blasts of lassitude for no apparent reason. So without further ado, here is the posting.
Sunday, November 04, 2018
Decision Making Stalking
11-03-2018
Just what is it about making a decision that so interests these assholes who have been overtly hounding my ass for the last 16+ years? The same crew that runs and ruins my existence (not called a life any more), down to infinitesmal levels of detail, also needs to rag my butt whenever I make a decision. And of course, they like it too when I am forced to revoke a decision, modify it, or hit the wall and cannot make one in the face of an confluence of confliction eruption.
Nowhere is this more evident than when I go out in the stores and go shopping as I did today, a Sunday off. The stalkers arrive ahead of me at the store aisle location where I am interested in something, (and usually I cannot find it at first, delaying the decision making episode of course), then one stalker screws off and another one comes by, and if I feel I am getting too crushed by the procession and/or clusterfuck of these Fuckwits, I abandon the exercise and head out to the cashier. Another variation is to present unexpected alternatives, say (today), glass cleaning wipes instead of the glass cleaning spray foam that I was looking for, and then have me "decide" if the new-to-me alternative is better. (I bought both, never trusting new items that I "happen" to find). Another momentary decison reflection moment is when they jack with the price and I process this and then re-decide. This constant hounding of me today in the Cambodian Tire store (not its real name) is plain fucking insane. I rarely go to this larger hardware and home ware store as I get constantly skunked, (that is, don't find what I am looking for) and stalked too, but they do have automotive things that the alternative store doesn't have.
And why would some endlessly funded deep black (and relentlessly malevolent and psychopathic) organization hound my ass over when I make a decision? My father could never seem to make a decision, and in viewing and suffering from his traits when in his care, I resolved never to be such an ditz, and as far as I know, I am not when it comes to this activity. Which begs the larger question, just what are the perps after in this context? Could it be that a decison is a branch point in the Many Worlds Quantum Mechanics Interpretation (MWI -Gizmodo's version) and that the assholes are attempting to determine this theoretical event in actuality and in real time? Add in the gangstalkers, whom may fulfil the role of "vibe cohorts", a la this quote from a neuroscientist;
and maybe the perps are onto some kind of many worlds quantum detection methodology in real time. Not that I give a rat's ass about it, all I want to be is left the fuck alone. And not forgetting that this same crew does teleportation and telekinesis as a normal everyday practice in the course of delivering their abuse as I have come to know it. Not only are they very far ahead of human capabilities, (aided by supressing scientific research) but they have a research agenda beyond that even. One can research the Many Worlds Interpretation for hours online, but for me, it doesn't do much, as I just don't have the cognitive capability to take it all in and process it. It is interesting though that the perps had me "discover" Hugh Everett and his MWI a couple of years ago, something that I would not be ordinarily interested in.
Then added to the above is another litany of insane interest by the perps, which is the act of measuring something. Or, even estimating, guessitmating, and all variations of certainty that can occur in the process. This too has Many Worlds Interpretation implications, with the theoretical notion that the world, or one's perception of it, splits when one takes a measurement. Or, alternatively in the Copenhagen quantum mechanics interpretation, there is a wave function collapse, and the observer is part of the quantum system. Well I suppose, if one can somehow eliminate the observer's cognitive awareness at the time of measurement, just maybe something else can be discovered. Whatever, just leave me the fuck alone. I don't operate at these rareified levels of theoretic debate and have no interest in doing so. Again, one can go for weeks in chasing down all the theoretical ramifications of this, but leave me out of it.
And it is unlikely to be happenchance that the perps have me in a current job where I have made many measurements often over the past three months of this construction gig. (I am installing chair railing at major hospital construction site). And if they have been covertly following me all these years (as it seems) until they went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002, I have had plenty of prior measuring experience. I worked in forest inventory for many summers, and took tree measurements for diameter and heights often, for both one time samples (temporary plots) and also permanent sample plots where one returns to a site with number tagged trees and remeasures the same identical ones every 5 or 10 years or so. That is, differing crews in differing measurement field project initiatives return to gather this data for determining tree growth statistics so they may be grouped and extrapolated into growth functions to predict future forest growth, and thereby support forest harvesting decisions.
Another curiousity, likely related though I don't know how, is the perps' interest in me when percieving time. Today is when the daylight savings time is converted back to standard time, and the perps have demonstrated a long interest in that since they went into overt harassment mode. This year, my difficult-to-adjust Timex digital sports watch "somehow" got snagged and thereby changed a week ago to exactly one hour earlier, and thereby saving me the extreme hassle of attempting to change it myself. Even the watch repair guys had a tough time changing it in the spring owing to sticky or otherwise reluctant change buttons. And yes, I have the manual for the watch, but it defies the prescribed instructions. On at least half the occasions where I had to change the time on my watch, I had to take it in to a jeweller and have them change the time for me. An astonishing coincidence by any means, and with at least three digital watches in the last 16 years, all the more so. (Not counting the two analog watches that "failed", both with steel mesh bands, that "happened" when the assholes first mugged me with this psychopathic outrage in 04-2002). Add the perception of time to the above mentioned decision making and measuring interest the perps have and see if you can develop a coherent thesis on what they are after.
Yesterday, in an infuriating mind-fuck bout of decision over-ride, I went grape harvesting with my fickle friend at his boss' site. I hadn't been in a vineyard since mid-August when I my employment was terminated as they had no further work. Going by last year, my former employer would of phoned me up at least three times and asked for some spot help for grape harvesting. Yesterday, it ended up that the rain came on about 1100h, and we picked until 1700h as there was a transfer truck with a fork lift waiting for all the harvested grapes. Normally they shut down harvest operations when it rains, but not this time. Which of course, meant that I wasn't fully prepared for picking in the rain as they always shut the harvest down, and I expected that they would this time too. But the end of it, I was cold and wet, a situation that I always am prepared for by bringing extra clothing, but "somehow" I got faked out this time. Well done assholes.
I had wanted to take yesterday, a Saturday, off to to go to the walk-in doctor clinic and get my four Rx renewed. It was my plan, or decision if you will, to do so for at least the prior 6 days, and when my fickle friend phoned Friday night to ask if I was available for picking the next day, I immediately said "yes". As to why, I have no idea, as I had other plans for my Saturday. These kind of mindless cannot-say-no "decisions" have been "happening" more of late, and I am getting increasingly pissed off at this owing to the downstream inconveniences.
And of course, interuptions in my Rx intake have been long part of the perp's games, and having them run out, even for a day or two, suits their agenda perfectly. It just pisses me off intensely that I cannot be allowed to consistently apply a remedy to fix, or attend, to a medical problem that they brought on in the first place. Or in the least, a problem that they are managing. Just more grist for the nonconsensual research agenda, these Rx intake variations, as they would see it. And too, it would be in keeping with another of their long standing sabotage objectives that "no good deed go unpunished", or alternatively, that "no effective habit/remedy go unsabotaged", a theme that has come up in many prior postings.
Enough said for now, and onto posting this.
Just what is it about making a decision that so interests these assholes who have been overtly hounding my ass for the last 16+ years? The same crew that runs and ruins my existence (not called a life any more), down to infinitesmal levels of detail, also needs to rag my butt whenever I make a decision. And of course, they like it too when I am forced to revoke a decision, modify it, or hit the wall and cannot make one in the face of an confluence of confliction eruption.
Nowhere is this more evident than when I go out in the stores and go shopping as I did today, a Sunday off. The stalkers arrive ahead of me at the store aisle location where I am interested in something, (and usually I cannot find it at first, delaying the decision making episode of course), then one stalker screws off and another one comes by, and if I feel I am getting too crushed by the procession and/or clusterfuck of these Fuckwits, I abandon the exercise and head out to the cashier. Another variation is to present unexpected alternatives, say (today), glass cleaning wipes instead of the glass cleaning spray foam that I was looking for, and then have me "decide" if the new-to-me alternative is better. (I bought both, never trusting new items that I "happen" to find). Another momentary decison reflection moment is when they jack with the price and I process this and then re-decide. This constant hounding of me today in the Cambodian Tire store (not its real name) is plain fucking insane. I rarely go to this larger hardware and home ware store as I get constantly skunked, (that is, don't find what I am looking for) and stalked too, but they do have automotive things that the alternative store doesn't have.
And why would some endlessly funded deep black (and relentlessly malevolent and psychopathic) organization hound my ass over when I make a decision? My father could never seem to make a decision, and in viewing and suffering from his traits when in his care, I resolved never to be such an ditz, and as far as I know, I am not when it comes to this activity. Which begs the larger question, just what are the perps after in this context? Could it be that a decison is a branch point in the Many Worlds Quantum Mechanics Interpretation (MWI -Gizmodo's version) and that the assholes are attempting to determine this theoretical event in actuality and in real time? Add in the gangstalkers, whom may fulfil the role of "vibe cohorts", a la this quote from a neuroscientist;
"The more we study engagement, we see time and again that just being next to certain people actually aligns your brain with them..."
and maybe the perps are onto some kind of many worlds quantum detection methodology in real time. Not that I give a rat's ass about it, all I want to be is left the fuck alone. And not forgetting that this same crew does teleportation and telekinesis as a normal everyday practice in the course of delivering their abuse as I have come to know it. Not only are they very far ahead of human capabilities, (aided by supressing scientific research) but they have a research agenda beyond that even. One can research the Many Worlds Interpretation for hours online, but for me, it doesn't do much, as I just don't have the cognitive capability to take it all in and process it. It is interesting though that the perps had me "discover" Hugh Everett and his MWI a couple of years ago, something that I would not be ordinarily interested in.
Then added to the above is another litany of insane interest by the perps, which is the act of measuring something. Or, even estimating, guessitmating, and all variations of certainty that can occur in the process. This too has Many Worlds Interpretation implications, with the theoretical notion that the world, or one's perception of it, splits when one takes a measurement. Or, alternatively in the Copenhagen quantum mechanics interpretation, there is a wave function collapse, and the observer is part of the quantum system. Well I suppose, if one can somehow eliminate the observer's cognitive awareness at the time of measurement, just maybe something else can be discovered. Whatever, just leave me the fuck alone. I don't operate at these rareified levels of theoretic debate and have no interest in doing so. Again, one can go for weeks in chasing down all the theoretical ramifications of this, but leave me out of it.
And it is unlikely to be happenchance that the perps have me in a current job where I have made many measurements often over the past three months of this construction gig. (I am installing chair railing at major hospital construction site). And if they have been covertly following me all these years (as it seems) until they went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002, I have had plenty of prior measuring experience. I worked in forest inventory for many summers, and took tree measurements for diameter and heights often, for both one time samples (temporary plots) and also permanent sample plots where one returns to a site with number tagged trees and remeasures the same identical ones every 5 or 10 years or so. That is, differing crews in differing measurement field project initiatives return to gather this data for determining tree growth statistics so they may be grouped and extrapolated into growth functions to predict future forest growth, and thereby support forest harvesting decisions.
Another curiousity, likely related though I don't know how, is the perps' interest in me when percieving time. Today is when the daylight savings time is converted back to standard time, and the perps have demonstrated a long interest in that since they went into overt harassment mode. This year, my difficult-to-adjust Timex digital sports watch "somehow" got snagged and thereby changed a week ago to exactly one hour earlier, and thereby saving me the extreme hassle of attempting to change it myself. Even the watch repair guys had a tough time changing it in the spring owing to sticky or otherwise reluctant change buttons. And yes, I have the manual for the watch, but it defies the prescribed instructions. On at least half the occasions where I had to change the time on my watch, I had to take it in to a jeweller and have them change the time for me. An astonishing coincidence by any means, and with at least three digital watches in the last 16 years, all the more so. (Not counting the two analog watches that "failed", both with steel mesh bands, that "happened" when the assholes first mugged me with this psychopathic outrage in 04-2002). Add the perception of time to the above mentioned decision making and measuring interest the perps have and see if you can develop a coherent thesis on what they are after.
Yesterday, in an infuriating mind-fuck bout of decision over-ride, I went grape harvesting with my fickle friend at his boss' site. I hadn't been in a vineyard since mid-August when I my employment was terminated as they had no further work. Going by last year, my former employer would of phoned me up at least three times and asked for some spot help for grape harvesting. Yesterday, it ended up that the rain came on about 1100h, and we picked until 1700h as there was a transfer truck with a fork lift waiting for all the harvested grapes. Normally they shut down harvest operations when it rains, but not this time. Which of course, meant that I wasn't fully prepared for picking in the rain as they always shut the harvest down, and I expected that they would this time too. But the end of it, I was cold and wet, a situation that I always am prepared for by bringing extra clothing, but "somehow" I got faked out this time. Well done assholes.
I had wanted to take yesterday, a Saturday, off to to go to the walk-in doctor clinic and get my four Rx renewed. It was my plan, or decision if you will, to do so for at least the prior 6 days, and when my fickle friend phoned Friday night to ask if I was available for picking the next day, I immediately said "yes". As to why, I have no idea, as I had other plans for my Saturday. These kind of mindless cannot-say-no "decisions" have been "happening" more of late, and I am getting increasingly pissed off at this owing to the downstream inconveniences.
And of course, interuptions in my Rx intake have been long part of the perp's games, and having them run out, even for a day or two, suits their agenda perfectly. It just pisses me off intensely that I cannot be allowed to consistently apply a remedy to fix, or attend, to a medical problem that they brought on in the first place. Or in the least, a problem that they are managing. Just more grist for the nonconsensual research agenda, these Rx intake variations, as they would see it. And too, it would be in keeping with another of their long standing sabotage objectives that "no good deed go unpunished", or alternatively, that "no effective habit/remedy go unsabotaged", a theme that has come up in many prior postings.
Enough said for now, and onto posting this.
Sunday, February 11, 2018
New ISP
02-05-2018
Started a new gig today, the vineyard I worked at last year from 06-2017 to 08-2017. This is always cause for major disruption fuckery, especially based on last year's experience, so I would expect this to be much the same. Such fuckery games will likely continue for some weeks.
My new ISP got set up this afternoon, and what a positive difference it has made. After last week's false start where the boxes were installed and hooked up, the street line was found to be broken and needed to be repaired. And that they did within two days. And today they got it done.
The ISP repair guy phoned me in the morning, so I agreed to meeting him at the house at 1500. I set my phone alarm for 1430h, and lo, if the alarm didnt' go off, as it seemed the assholes has changed it to 1630h. At some point I "happened" to look at my watch, and discovered the alarm didn't go off. I got to my place 5 min. late, with two trucks and repair guys waiting for me. No problem they said. Being late ended up such that they came into my place first after I unlocked it, as I had to attend to stuff in my vehicle. Consequently I ended up getting out of my coat and rain gear with them in my place (clothing changes are always a big perp deal). They finished up, and I got the WiFi turned off etc. and now, no more waiting for the former ISP infernal wake-up algorithms to "wake up". Every day it was the same; google, amazon, yahoo etc. would all time out at least 4x every day whenever I started up the PC. Now, it is first time, and under 5 seconds. Even the music videos sound better. All this service was only available last year, and only when I visited the shop in person did I get an attractive rate, $21/month better than the online rate for the same ISP. Go figure. And faster upload rates too, and 2x faster up and down as the last ISP.
And what does all that fuckery over timing and making me late mean to the perps? I have no idea, but having others enter my place ahead of me is always a big deal, as is the game over having others around me as I remove my work boots and heavy jacket.
Then to add to the disruption a deer in backyard; it wasn't there when I came home, but I got a call from the land lord holidaying from Mexico. He reported that the neighbor phoned him, and lo, there it was. I cautiously herded it would reveal it route, which it did. I put up some barriers over the gate and and that was the end of that episode. To the deer; you picked a fine time to invade me...
The last outside duty on this work-start Monday was yoga, always variable in terms of stalking and Unfavoreds. This time they backed off on the number of yogis, including the tattoo show. It was most interesting to study the instructor, today and last week, and ponder why would they put on one who has her wrist in a brace from an recent injury.
02-06-2018
More games on the disruption fuckery, this time at lunch time. I went to work early as "somehow" I got up early and dealt with the snow, on the landlord's vehicle too. Last year when starting at another vineyard, there were countless interruptions when I started work there; doctor's appointments ad nauseum, then the final kicker when they took the power steering pump out, which required a week of on-off repair visits and me getting a ride from the boss twice. Woo hoo... another round of disruption when starting a new work site. This after 6 years of working in vineyards for crissakes. Thankfully, no BS stream as to their planted notions of the prior month, that cessation of hostilities is nigh. It isn't, and these assholes never give up. Finally they gave up on planting this disingenuous notion.
I took the modem into the drop off location at lunch time, leaving work, as the wretched work hours are 0900 to 1300h, just to be problematic. Dumping the ISP with the choke-down on each new session just isn't straightforward. (I must of spent 30 min. on the phone yesterday, most of it on hold, to deal with their nonsense). Today, it wasn't so simple, as they wanted the infernal wall wart with the modem for crissakes. As it was the new ISP tech who pulled the old modem out, there was no reminder for me about the power supply. So I had to go back to my place and fish under the desk among the many wires to find the modem's power supply (wall wart). Then back to the drop off depot to then conclude the deal of returning my modem in all its finality. What it takes these days to change services.
A dull day pruning vines, though it did seem to go fast. The boss man, my only co-worker, was around to help pull vines from the trellis, while I did cutting. It does seem that 16 acres is a lot for two guys, as we only have until the end of March.
And why is it that getting out the kids for a stalking with mom at 2000h is so important; he looked all of 24 months, and when the supervising lady at the tanning salon was winding things up, and as I was departing, there she was with her child. Said child was blocking egress and I had to wait; I cannot get over how everyone has to trot their kid out at all hours for a gangstalking the victim with their child. During daylight hours, never have I seen so many dudes walking their kids when I drive by. They even put a daycare for about 4 months next to my apartment once. My catchphrase for describing the gangstalking scene was, "everyone and their kid, backpack, guitar, ladder comes out to stalk my ass". And while Penticton is less intense than Victoria, it still applies.
The perps were constantly on my ass today while at the vineyard; pulling items from my hand and dumping them in the snow. Another trick of theirs is dulling my pruner blades prematurely.
02-07-2018
A full day in the vineyard, with only one interruption; my boss' boss came by for a vineyard tour with a visitor friend who deals with sales. Also came the pretty minx who does the bookkeeping and the tasting room. Said woman is friendly and has a ready welcoming demeanor, unlike the usual offish fear reaction I usually get for no apparent reason. (Though, about 6 months ago she "happened" to be at yoga and didn't say hello; typical perp controlled behavior). She is from Ireland, and I have met her a few times in the past year through work and once at yoga. And she was talkative and chatty for this visit too. And along the way, told me a few stories about wildlife encounters she has had in vineyards. Also on show was that she had no wedding ring, (which I already knew) flicking her gorgeous brown mane at the time. At one point the boss man asked me to demonstrate pruning for her benefit, (why, I have no clue, as she isn't going to be working in a vineyard anytime soon), which I did. This woman said "you teach me pruning, and I will teach you yoga". Anytime, and is a yoga teacher as well. Not that I expect any excitement given our near exclusive roles, and I have no idea if she is going out with anyone, but it does strike me this might of been some kind of "victim tour". Anyhow, the tour was over in 20 minutes or so, and it was back to work.
And so later in the day, while getting planted with notions of meeting the above mentioned woman in some kind of social situation, why, what happens? The perps then start playing imagery of my "regular" romantic notion, (ML) she asking if I had forgotten. Of course I did, as I haven't ever met her in person, (though did see her twice), and she hasn't been played in mind for a week or so. Anyhow, I don't harbor real romantic notions, and I resent being played in this same imaginary realm which I would of long abandoned on my own.
After work, another major gangstalking moment, getting groceries at the specialty store, which would of not happened if I hadn't been "forgetted" out of some items the previous day. And this same infernal woman cashier loitering around, and even holding the position of being a customer ahead of me when she in fact wasn't, and then she returned (strangely) to man the adjacent checkout that was closed.
And while shopping there there was this couple who kept dogging me at every aisle end; at least four crossing paths or obstructing egress stunts while there for a 10 minute shopping. They had a shopping buggy between them to help in aisle obstruction. And then while I was at the checkout, which is near the doors, why, this same couple exits the store with no groceries. I have never seen such bizarre shopping behavior.
And speaking of bizarre behavior, I got another shot earlier today at lunch time. As I approached my parked vehicle on this dead end road, a blue Honda minivan comes by with this guy in a day-glo sweater and comes past and pulls into the driveway of the adjacent property. I figured he lived at the house, or more accurately was part of the family as the owner is the tractor driver for the vineyard. But no, he takes the sweeping driveway and then exits the property without stopping, "happening" to interrupt me taking a piss as I didn't plan on this vehicle coming back so soon. Then he drives past and goes down an adjacent dead end road for a minute, comes back, and then proceeds down and adjacent private driveway to another orchard. This time there is no turnaround route, and so he backs out and onto the street and then proceeds to exit this dead end road I am parked. All part of my lunch time entertainment it would seem. I have never seen such peculiar driving behavior in all my life; he visits two private properties and doesn't stop, and one other down a short road I couldn't see, all within four minutes, and then takes off. Perhaps this is how they deliver newspapers nowadays, though most places have roadside boxes for this and don't allow private property access. Just plain strange to me.
02-08-2018
Ongoing vineyard pruning; the hammering and banging on the adjacent house construction was often timed for when I made a pruning decision, or when I made a cut. Even an adjacent finished house erupted in some internal banging for 10 minutes or so. And some helicopter coverage in the morning for 20 minutes or so; the local AStar (A320) came to visit, never making a landing anywhere.
Then onto the dental specialist; for the two adjacent teeth extracted last year, it will be $2500 for a bone graft to build it up, and then 2x $2000 to put the anchors in. Then the teeth get placed on the anchors once they have bedded in. This could be a bridge job also, but to do so they would pull the crowns off the adjacent two teeth. Right now, I eat on my L side predominantly as I have that two teeth hole next to my molars. Well done assholes for financial whacking me again, no matter the method of repair. Both these teeth extractions were from long again root canals that were set with an internal post, which as it turns out, stress the tooth too much over time and then cause it to fracture, which is exactly what happened. Does this financial assault ever fucking end?
Strangely, without asking, the Caucasian woman dental assistant hung 4' behind me on the dental chair I had just vacated while I spoke with the E. Indian dentist while looking at the monitor which displayed a 3D scan of my teeth, and modeled the placement of the screw-in anchors. I just found this plain weird.
02-09-2018
Vineyard work all day, and still snow on the ground, though gone in many other places. Yet again, the adjacent house building activity (some 200' away) had the amazing talent for timing their hammering and tapping while I was making pruning cuts, or deciding to make them.
02-10-2018
Saturday; an oil change booked at the dealership service department. As like last time, a crowd of staff at the entrance, and the other three service booths vacant. Eventually one of the staff came over to a vacant booth and dealt with my order. As before, they were a touch over friendly, almost pertubingly so. I decided to wait it out there, rather than walk home, which I could of done as it would of been a 10 minute walk. After 10 minutes waiting one of the service staff came out to tell me that they are starting to work on my vehicle. Like WTF; one other other customer (read on) at the time, and he has to tell me this.
Being captive in a semi-captive space means extra gangstalking action, and this was no exception. First came the E. Indian in a turban from the sales area (strangely) and then extra staff coursing about, as the coffee machine was there too. Later in this gangstalking stakeout the E. Indian strangely switched seats, moving 90 degrees in the L seat configuration during the stalk-athon. Then later, on came the litany of the usual gangstalking show; a negro, skinheaded male, shiftless male, a dog, and kids. More close-in-on-me stalkers came as well; two side-by-side elder males, then a shriveled old woman next to me. Quite the collection of Fuckwits, and not a one of them seemed to be having any interaction with the service or sales departments.
All we were missing were the backpack, guitar and/or ladder toting Fuckwits, but perhaps that is next time. All this took place in the waiting area that had a salt water fish tank; , aquariums are something the perps seem to like, perhaps for the fish energy there.
And finally after an hour, the vehicle was ready, again with extra doting and exaggerated friendliness. It was getting to be a bit like a Fellini movie, where perversity develops in small increments. And too, in the waiting room, a woman with a small dog, that she just got; "since I don't have a husband, and no children, and the cats are not very engaging, I figured I need a dog". Well I guess so....
Another stalk show and cross-my-path and obstruction game in the laundromat afterward, an escalation of my usual reprieve when there. And why is it that they need to post an obstructing Fuckwit at the very moment and place I need to head to? Bad enough they put on the long haired male posted at the door, and then a large gutted Asian male came to strut his gut for an extended posting.
Then I drove to Kelowna to get my boots, an hour along Highway 97. There were three roadside radar traps and a road running one too. I drove that route every day, M-F, for six weeks in the fall and never saw a single one, save the "concerned community" ones who borrow the equipment. Which is where they had the 4 car radar trap today. I propose they buy out Deep Creek and run the highway straight through and dispense with this slow zone at the bottom of the hill that skirts the edge of the alluvial fan at the lake shore.
I didn't linger in the big city, but I still had my ridiculous stalker on my ass. There "happened" to be a parking stall on the street outside the shoe store, so I took it. Within 5 seconds out pops a male stalker from the adjacent bridal gown store, (yep) walks past me in my vehicle, and then posts himself 8' from the entrance to the shoe store, and then stands there looking at his cell phone. I go inside the shoe store, check out some unusual work books with a 20" high top, and then go to the service counter to get my boots. I ask about any product that gets rid of sock smell in boots (my other pair), and she says she doesn't have anything. How absurd; they had no end of shoe products in the store. Anyhow, I depart, and the male stalker is still posted near the door looking at his cell phone. This time a female vagrant has joined him (different socioeconomic status altogether), and is hanging about, engaging in some banter. One improbability after another; beginning with the male exiting the bridal store.
02-11-2018
Sunday, another day off, and I got onto sharpening my loppers and hand pruners. That included some outside time in the 0C weather on the dremel tool. I also took the grinder to the harvesting shears to take the blades to the same length and to a point, as one tip had mysteriously broken last year. They had been sitting around since 2017 harvest, so as I was in the mood for fixing tools, I fixed them too.
Now that my second pair of boots are back, I dumped isopropanol alcohol in them as there was this wet dog stink emanating from them. Beforehand, they stalked my ass at LD, where I got the alcohol. That was after waiting 15 minutes for a couple somehow lingering over it on the store shelf in the first aid section. As to what was so fascinating for them there I have no idea. But it is nothing new; having Fuckwits posted exactly over where I intend to go is very common. In this instance, the male of the couple still lingered on some6' away at an aisle end when I scooped up the isopropanol alcohol. Less common is that they spend so long there in obstruction mode. There weren't the only ones though; another Fuckwit was posted over the shaving foam, doing faux pondering for at least 5 minutes. And again, this time at the chocolate section where they routinely post Fuckwits, three of them in deep conversation. I never did get to the insoles section for the same reason, needing a replacement pair for the one in my boots that stink too.
Anyhow, the weather is chilling down to sub zero (Centigrade) at nights again, with little upside in the daytime. On 02-08 it was a balmy 7C, sunny, and with snow still on the ground, I was getting a decent face tan. Onto vineyard pruning again for the week.
Started a new gig today, the vineyard I worked at last year from 06-2017 to 08-2017. This is always cause for major disruption fuckery, especially based on last year's experience, so I would expect this to be much the same. Such fuckery games will likely continue for some weeks.
My new ISP got set up this afternoon, and what a positive difference it has made. After last week's false start where the boxes were installed and hooked up, the street line was found to be broken and needed to be repaired. And that they did within two days. And today they got it done.
The ISP repair guy phoned me in the morning, so I agreed to meeting him at the house at 1500. I set my phone alarm for 1430h, and lo, if the alarm didnt' go off, as it seemed the assholes has changed it to 1630h. At some point I "happened" to look at my watch, and discovered the alarm didn't go off. I got to my place 5 min. late, with two trucks and repair guys waiting for me. No problem they said. Being late ended up such that they came into my place first after I unlocked it, as I had to attend to stuff in my vehicle. Consequently I ended up getting out of my coat and rain gear with them in my place (clothing changes are always a big perp deal). They finished up, and I got the WiFi turned off etc. and now, no more waiting for the former ISP infernal wake-up algorithms to "wake up". Every day it was the same; google, amazon, yahoo etc. would all time out at least 4x every day whenever I started up the PC. Now, it is first time, and under 5 seconds. Even the music videos sound better. All this service was only available last year, and only when I visited the shop in person did I get an attractive rate, $21/month better than the online rate for the same ISP. Go figure. And faster upload rates too, and 2x faster up and down as the last ISP.
And what does all that fuckery over timing and making me late mean to the perps? I have no idea, but having others enter my place ahead of me is always a big deal, as is the game over having others around me as I remove my work boots and heavy jacket.
Then to add to the disruption a deer in backyard; it wasn't there when I came home, but I got a call from the land lord holidaying from Mexico. He reported that the neighbor phoned him, and lo, there it was. I cautiously herded it would reveal it route, which it did. I put up some barriers over the gate and and that was the end of that episode. To the deer; you picked a fine time to invade me...
The last outside duty on this work-start Monday was yoga, always variable in terms of stalking and Unfavoreds. This time they backed off on the number of yogis, including the tattoo show. It was most interesting to study the instructor, today and last week, and ponder why would they put on one who has her wrist in a brace from an recent injury.
02-06-2018
More games on the disruption fuckery, this time at lunch time. I went to work early as "somehow" I got up early and dealt with the snow, on the landlord's vehicle too. Last year when starting at another vineyard, there were countless interruptions when I started work there; doctor's appointments ad nauseum, then the final kicker when they took the power steering pump out, which required a week of on-off repair visits and me getting a ride from the boss twice. Woo hoo... another round of disruption when starting a new work site. This after 6 years of working in vineyards for crissakes. Thankfully, no BS stream as to their planted notions of the prior month, that cessation of hostilities is nigh. It isn't, and these assholes never give up. Finally they gave up on planting this disingenuous notion.
I took the modem into the drop off location at lunch time, leaving work, as the wretched work hours are 0900 to 1300h, just to be problematic. Dumping the ISP with the choke-down on each new session just isn't straightforward. (I must of spent 30 min. on the phone yesterday, most of it on hold, to deal with their nonsense). Today, it wasn't so simple, as they wanted the infernal wall wart with the modem for crissakes. As it was the new ISP tech who pulled the old modem out, there was no reminder for me about the power supply. So I had to go back to my place and fish under the desk among the many wires to find the modem's power supply (wall wart). Then back to the drop off depot to then conclude the deal of returning my modem in all its finality. What it takes these days to change services.
A dull day pruning vines, though it did seem to go fast. The boss man, my only co-worker, was around to help pull vines from the trellis, while I did cutting. It does seem that 16 acres is a lot for two guys, as we only have until the end of March.
And why is it that getting out the kids for a stalking with mom at 2000h is so important; he looked all of 24 months, and when the supervising lady at the tanning salon was winding things up, and as I was departing, there she was with her child. Said child was blocking egress and I had to wait; I cannot get over how everyone has to trot their kid out at all hours for a gangstalking the victim with their child. During daylight hours, never have I seen so many dudes walking their kids when I drive by. They even put a daycare for about 4 months next to my apartment once. My catchphrase for describing the gangstalking scene was, "everyone and their kid, backpack, guitar, ladder comes out to stalk my ass". And while Penticton is less intense than Victoria, it still applies.
The perps were constantly on my ass today while at the vineyard; pulling items from my hand and dumping them in the snow. Another trick of theirs is dulling my pruner blades prematurely.
02-07-2018
A full day in the vineyard, with only one interruption; my boss' boss came by for a vineyard tour with a visitor friend who deals with sales. Also came the pretty minx who does the bookkeeping and the tasting room. Said woman is friendly and has a ready welcoming demeanor, unlike the usual offish fear reaction I usually get for no apparent reason. (Though, about 6 months ago she "happened" to be at yoga and didn't say hello; typical perp controlled behavior). She is from Ireland, and I have met her a few times in the past year through work and once at yoga. And she was talkative and chatty for this visit too. And along the way, told me a few stories about wildlife encounters she has had in vineyards. Also on show was that she had no wedding ring, (which I already knew) flicking her gorgeous brown mane at the time. At one point the boss man asked me to demonstrate pruning for her benefit, (why, I have no clue, as she isn't going to be working in a vineyard anytime soon), which I did. This woman said "you teach me pruning, and I will teach you yoga". Anytime, and is a yoga teacher as well. Not that I expect any excitement given our near exclusive roles, and I have no idea if she is going out with anyone, but it does strike me this might of been some kind of "victim tour". Anyhow, the tour was over in 20 minutes or so, and it was back to work.
And so later in the day, while getting planted with notions of meeting the above mentioned woman in some kind of social situation, why, what happens? The perps then start playing imagery of my "regular" romantic notion, (ML) she asking if I had forgotten. Of course I did, as I haven't ever met her in person, (though did see her twice), and she hasn't been played in mind for a week or so. Anyhow, I don't harbor real romantic notions, and I resent being played in this same imaginary realm which I would of long abandoned on my own.
After work, another major gangstalking moment, getting groceries at the specialty store, which would of not happened if I hadn't been "forgetted" out of some items the previous day. And this same infernal woman cashier loitering around, and even holding the position of being a customer ahead of me when she in fact wasn't, and then she returned (strangely) to man the adjacent checkout that was closed.
And while shopping there there was this couple who kept dogging me at every aisle end; at least four crossing paths or obstructing egress stunts while there for a 10 minute shopping. They had a shopping buggy between them to help in aisle obstruction. And then while I was at the checkout, which is near the doors, why, this same couple exits the store with no groceries. I have never seen such bizarre shopping behavior.
And speaking of bizarre behavior, I got another shot earlier today at lunch time. As I approached my parked vehicle on this dead end road, a blue Honda minivan comes by with this guy in a day-glo sweater and comes past and pulls into the driveway of the adjacent property. I figured he lived at the house, or more accurately was part of the family as the owner is the tractor driver for the vineyard. But no, he takes the sweeping driveway and then exits the property without stopping, "happening" to interrupt me taking a piss as I didn't plan on this vehicle coming back so soon. Then he drives past and goes down an adjacent dead end road for a minute, comes back, and then proceeds down and adjacent private driveway to another orchard. This time there is no turnaround route, and so he backs out and onto the street and then proceeds to exit this dead end road I am parked. All part of my lunch time entertainment it would seem. I have never seen such peculiar driving behavior in all my life; he visits two private properties and doesn't stop, and one other down a short road I couldn't see, all within four minutes, and then takes off. Perhaps this is how they deliver newspapers nowadays, though most places have roadside boxes for this and don't allow private property access. Just plain strange to me.
02-08-2018
Ongoing vineyard pruning; the hammering and banging on the adjacent house construction was often timed for when I made a pruning decision, or when I made a cut. Even an adjacent finished house erupted in some internal banging for 10 minutes or so. And some helicopter coverage in the morning for 20 minutes or so; the local AStar (A320) came to visit, never making a landing anywhere.
Then onto the dental specialist; for the two adjacent teeth extracted last year, it will be $2500 for a bone graft to build it up, and then 2x $2000 to put the anchors in. Then the teeth get placed on the anchors once they have bedded in. This could be a bridge job also, but to do so they would pull the crowns off the adjacent two teeth. Right now, I eat on my L side predominantly as I have that two teeth hole next to my molars. Well done assholes for financial whacking me again, no matter the method of repair. Both these teeth extractions were from long again root canals that were set with an internal post, which as it turns out, stress the tooth too much over time and then cause it to fracture, which is exactly what happened. Does this financial assault ever fucking end?
Strangely, without asking, the Caucasian woman dental assistant hung 4' behind me on the dental chair I had just vacated while I spoke with the E. Indian dentist while looking at the monitor which displayed a 3D scan of my teeth, and modeled the placement of the screw-in anchors. I just found this plain weird.
02-09-2018
Vineyard work all day, and still snow on the ground, though gone in many other places. Yet again, the adjacent house building activity (some 200' away) had the amazing talent for timing their hammering and tapping while I was making pruning cuts, or deciding to make them.
02-10-2018
Saturday; an oil change booked at the dealership service department. As like last time, a crowd of staff at the entrance, and the other three service booths vacant. Eventually one of the staff came over to a vacant booth and dealt with my order. As before, they were a touch over friendly, almost pertubingly so. I decided to wait it out there, rather than walk home, which I could of done as it would of been a 10 minute walk. After 10 minutes waiting one of the service staff came out to tell me that they are starting to work on my vehicle. Like WTF; one other other customer (read on) at the time, and he has to tell me this.
Being captive in a semi-captive space means extra gangstalking action, and this was no exception. First came the E. Indian in a turban from the sales area (strangely) and then extra staff coursing about, as the coffee machine was there too. Later in this gangstalking stakeout the E. Indian strangely switched seats, moving 90 degrees in the L seat configuration during the stalk-athon. Then later, on came the litany of the usual gangstalking show; a negro, skinheaded male, shiftless male, a dog, and kids. More close-in-on-me stalkers came as well; two side-by-side elder males, then a shriveled old woman next to me. Quite the collection of Fuckwits, and not a one of them seemed to be having any interaction with the service or sales departments.
All we were missing were the backpack, guitar and/or ladder toting Fuckwits, but perhaps that is next time. All this took place in the waiting area that had a salt water fish tank; , aquariums are something the perps seem to like, perhaps for the fish energy there.
And finally after an hour, the vehicle was ready, again with extra doting and exaggerated friendliness. It was getting to be a bit like a Fellini movie, where perversity develops in small increments. And too, in the waiting room, a woman with a small dog, that she just got; "since I don't have a husband, and no children, and the cats are not very engaging, I figured I need a dog". Well I guess so....
Another stalk show and cross-my-path and obstruction game in the laundromat afterward, an escalation of my usual reprieve when there. And why is it that they need to post an obstructing Fuckwit at the very moment and place I need to head to? Bad enough they put on the long haired male posted at the door, and then a large gutted Asian male came to strut his gut for an extended posting.
Then I drove to Kelowna to get my boots, an hour along Highway 97. There were three roadside radar traps and a road running one too. I drove that route every day, M-F, for six weeks in the fall and never saw a single one, save the "concerned community" ones who borrow the equipment. Which is where they had the 4 car radar trap today. I propose they buy out Deep Creek and run the highway straight through and dispense with this slow zone at the bottom of the hill that skirts the edge of the alluvial fan at the lake shore.
I didn't linger in the big city, but I still had my ridiculous stalker on my ass. There "happened" to be a parking stall on the street outside the shoe store, so I took it. Within 5 seconds out pops a male stalker from the adjacent bridal gown store, (yep) walks past me in my vehicle, and then posts himself 8' from the entrance to the shoe store, and then stands there looking at his cell phone. I go inside the shoe store, check out some unusual work books with a 20" high top, and then go to the service counter to get my boots. I ask about any product that gets rid of sock smell in boots (my other pair), and she says she doesn't have anything. How absurd; they had no end of shoe products in the store. Anyhow, I depart, and the male stalker is still posted near the door looking at his cell phone. This time a female vagrant has joined him (different socioeconomic status altogether), and is hanging about, engaging in some banter. One improbability after another; beginning with the male exiting the bridal store.
02-11-2018
Sunday, another day off, and I got onto sharpening my loppers and hand pruners. That included some outside time in the 0C weather on the dremel tool. I also took the grinder to the harvesting shears to take the blades to the same length and to a point, as one tip had mysteriously broken last year. They had been sitting around since 2017 harvest, so as I was in the mood for fixing tools, I fixed them too.
Now that my second pair of boots are back, I dumped isopropanol alcohol in them as there was this wet dog stink emanating from them. Beforehand, they stalked my ass at LD, where I got the alcohol. That was after waiting 15 minutes for a couple somehow lingering over it on the store shelf in the first aid section. As to what was so fascinating for them there I have no idea. But it is nothing new; having Fuckwits posted exactly over where I intend to go is very common. In this instance, the male of the couple still lingered on some6' away at an aisle end when I scooped up the isopropanol alcohol. Less common is that they spend so long there in obstruction mode. There weren't the only ones though; another Fuckwit was posted over the shaving foam, doing faux pondering for at least 5 minutes. And again, this time at the chocolate section where they routinely post Fuckwits, three of them in deep conversation. I never did get to the insoles section for the same reason, needing a replacement pair for the one in my boots that stink too.
Anyhow, the weather is chilling down to sub zero (Centigrade) at nights again, with little upside in the daytime. On 02-08 it was a balmy 7C, sunny, and with snow still on the ground, I was getting a decent face tan. Onto vineyard pruning again for the week.
Sunday, December 24, 2017
More Lighting Installation
12-19-2017
Only a day after getting some more lighting parts to take home to Penticton, I return to the same lighting store with my perp-abetting mother to re-do the lighting in the kitchen. I installed 20'' of track in two locations here, and know this particular lighting system well. Yesterday I had someone helping me who was totally on top of it and very helpful. Today, with my perp abetting mother adding her dip-shitting and dithering, I get stiffed with the dumbest store help I have ever known. What did they do; have her start yesterday and not train her on lighting fixtures? She had nothing to offer on any lighting source, track fixtures, bulb types, color temperatures etc. It got to the point I suspected her of holding back and willfully not saying anything. Plus, she screwed me on the track; I wanted an 8', and 4' section, and she came out with three 4' sections. When I mentioned this, as she was not about to divulge this obvious discrepancy, she told me that the two 4' sections would work. So if she told me this, and clearly didn't know squat about this track system, why on earth did she make up this obvious fabrication? All to screw me some more as it turned out, as the center line feed could not fit where the two 4' sections joined. I had to fudge it with a minor kluge, something I absolutely hate to do as I get burned (metaphorically) nearly every time. (Especially in my last gig in IT, where the kluge was imposed by the short term thinking boss man, and per usual, I get to wear the unfortunate result of missing the deadline). But of course at 1700h with it dark out, the store closed, and the kitchen lighting out, I had to kluge it.
My mother decided to also buy a torchiere light too, one with an add on reading light. The same dipshit store help woman told us that there was a model in inventory in a box. Great, no elaborate precautions needed to take it home. Some 10 minutes later, she says it was sold earlier this morning, and lo, only the floor model was available. Fine, we will take it, but she said it first has to be packed. Fine, we will wait, and that we did for at least 15 minutes. It is "packed" in the most amateur way possible, with some loosely wrapped bubble wrap, some that didn't make it to the vehicle outside. Then when about to load it, carefully, why, an crappy white vehicle pulls up beside me, and two Fuckwits putz around and do whatever, as they never did go inside to pretend to be customers. (There wasn't any other business at this location).
Then I noted to the continuing dipshit store help that the floor model torchiere lamp was without bulbs, when it had bulbs as the floor model minutes earlier. To which she said, "we don't sell lamps with bulbs". Like WTF; a $700 total purchase, interminable waiting after being mislead as to whether it was in stock or a floor model, and she then takes the bulbs out of the floor model and then doesn't say anything! Then charges my mother for the bulbs. Not only do we get stiffed with the dumbest store help, but we get sabotaged twice by this same woman (bulbs, and aforementioned track fitting problem). What part of that wasn't scripted?
While installing the track I was beset with forced dropsies, lost screws etc. Then I had the misfortune to have the track mount holes align with the rafters and no screws on hand to anchor to them. In true perp project management style, that necessitated a trip to HD, and lo, another gangstalking scene. And two Fuckwits there where I needed to go, apparently engrossed in their discussion, that one extended his arms aisle wide just as I was passing so to clip me on the shoulder. After the "sorry" bullshit, they then moved some 4' away to dog me while I made my choice, and then the other one in a dayglo jacket was also extending his arms in the course of their seeming discussion. Like WTF; why is it so important to them everytime I made a decision? (And of course, they like to make it more adverse by crimping me down on the choices to amp up the vexation before making a decision.)
So what is it about different light sources that so interests the perps????
12-22-2017
Saw the musical Chicago, as it was playing for 7 shows this week in town. That is, Victoria BC, the gangstalking capital of Canada. It was my perp-abetting mother's idea,and she coughed up the loot to see it. I was on attendant duty, as she isn't very mobile, and as regular readers will know, has long "put on the ditz". Now, more like ditzing, dithering and doddering. All perfect perp themes, as they love indecision, slowing me up, and otherwise running interference.
It was an afternoon matinee, which made for downtown parking issues. I reckon we spent 40 minutes looking for parking all over town, with intense vehicular traffic all around. Not to mention a tour through one parkade that somehow "forgot" to put on their lighted sign to signify "full", so that was seven levels of driving around to no avail. Eventually, it was the more expensive parking to be had at the convention center, who had one last stall where I had to pull the mirrors in and park with the drivers side 2" from the concrete wall and exit via the passenger door. Then a 5 block walk with my mother with a cane, and mobility issues. So much, that if left to her devices she would of used a walker. Naturally, this slow walk was a total set up for gangstalkers, and the faux vagrants loitering around for no apparent reason. The venue was a former cinema with no elevator, and had no railings for the last leg up the stairs. (My mother needs something to hang onto, and the lighting conditions there didn't help any). Fortunately, the attendant stepped up and aided her the last 15 rows to her seat.
Exiting the theater was from a different backstairs route, a 15 minute descent with railings all the way thankfully, and a minimal amount of theater patrons coursing and crushing around. Afterward, my perp-abetting mother was fixated on a nearby specialty meat store a half block away. So I helped her there too, and did the needed translating and decision making to get that done in relative efficiency. Within a minute of exiting the store, why, the two leading ladies of Chicago, Roxie Hart and Velma Kelly just "happened" to be walking toward us on the street, arm in arm with scarves over their hair, with Roxie passing me by on my immediate L side. In typical perp managed form, they were looking down or elsewhere. I suppose it was now 20 minutes after the show ended, and given that it was 1630h, just maybe they needed to go out for a bite. Though I do find the coincidence level just a little astounding.....
Similarly, back in 2008 I attended my daughter's graduation ceremony, and afterward there was an informal get together in the lobby, with parents and students alike. Well it "so happened" that the valedictory speaker hung around us, she seen from the stage the whole time, and then happens to loiter in my proximity. I find these "on stage, and later proximate" coincidences to be far too frequent since all this abuse and managed circumstances rained (or reigned if you prefer) down on me since 04-2002. Though at the small (120 seating capacity) club I sometimes attend in Penticton, it is common for the performer to hang around afterward, or between breaks, and invariably I pass by them. I have no idea as to why the perps like to manage this. Another variant on this is to have the performer stare at me from the stage, and of course raising the inevitable question as to how they chose to stare at me when the stage is lit and the audience is in the dark.
The logical extension to this is to see persons on TV or in movies and then later in person, separated by greater distance of course, and by the medium too. I don't follow celebrities too much anyhow, and in this part of the world, there aren't any "passing by" (live). Though back in 2002, about 4 months after this shit came down, I did see Robin Williams from 10' away, at a street corner outside my work building as I was crossing the street, and was heading toward him, and he staring at me for some curious reason. Someone adroitly came along and started talking to him just before I was about to say hello, which is all I was about to say.
Back in about 2010, and probably documented in a blog posting, I swear I saw Helen Mirren in my usual local supermarket. If it wasn't the look, it was that imperious stare that she has, and that she leveled at me momentarily. I wasn't 100% sure, but again, as I don't keep up on celebrities and how they currently look compared to when I might of last seen them on the screen, which is sometimes a decade apart. There may have been a few celebrities that were morphed over for the gangstalking occasion, but of course I would of not recognized them. I have often wondered about those who sometimes loiter for no apparent reason, say, sitting down at a bus stop bench while I am there too, for 5 or 10 minutes and then walking off, not catching a bus.
12-23-2017
Yesterday, I took my perp abetting mother to a couple of grocery stores; what a insane palaver/clusterfuck show. Every pinch point in the aisles and entrance was covered with Fuckwits, and at one tight corner they had a pallet jack with a load on it, at least three Fuckwits with shopping carts and a "just stand there" male yapper all penning me in. I just had to break out of this insane cluster fuck and leave my mother to her own devices with the shopping cart, which functions as a ersatz walker for the occasion.
Then onto the local SOF supermarket, and again, covered by male Fuckwits, especially at entrance and exit doors, along with the senseless numbers of stocking carts, aka stalking carts, replete with the brown cardboard boxes. When on my own at home (Penticton), I go supermarket shopping at 2000h hours or so to avoid the clusterfuck gangstalk show that erupts around me should there be half an excuse to do so. Of course they screw with my long established habits at times, and have me go grocery shopping at high traffic times as needed, by them.
More grocery shopping today at 0900h, getting the turkey at a local specialty store. Thankfully it was just me, and not my mother adding her doddering and ditzing into the deal. Another major cluster fuck at every turn and aisle end, and again, the now ubiquitous stocking/stalking carts partially blocking the aisles, along with the dude stocker/stalker. Just what is it about this town (Victoria, BC, Canada) that has to stalk and clusterfuck me at every turn? And added to that, pit-lamp me, (shine headlights) on me when at corners, turning around, getting in my vehicle etc.
Anyhow, this PC at the First Feral Family house is getting hammered and it is so slow that I must wait for the mouse to react. So I will call this done enough for posting.
Only a day after getting some more lighting parts to take home to Penticton, I return to the same lighting store with my perp-abetting mother to re-do the lighting in the kitchen. I installed 20'' of track in two locations here, and know this particular lighting system well. Yesterday I had someone helping me who was totally on top of it and very helpful. Today, with my perp abetting mother adding her dip-shitting and dithering, I get stiffed with the dumbest store help I have ever known. What did they do; have her start yesterday and not train her on lighting fixtures? She had nothing to offer on any lighting source, track fixtures, bulb types, color temperatures etc. It got to the point I suspected her of holding back and willfully not saying anything. Plus, she screwed me on the track; I wanted an 8', and 4' section, and she came out with three 4' sections. When I mentioned this, as she was not about to divulge this obvious discrepancy, she told me that the two 4' sections would work. So if she told me this, and clearly didn't know squat about this track system, why on earth did she make up this obvious fabrication? All to screw me some more as it turned out, as the center line feed could not fit where the two 4' sections joined. I had to fudge it with a minor kluge, something I absolutely hate to do as I get burned (metaphorically) nearly every time. (Especially in my last gig in IT, where the kluge was imposed by the short term thinking boss man, and per usual, I get to wear the unfortunate result of missing the deadline). But of course at 1700h with it dark out, the store closed, and the kitchen lighting out, I had to kluge it.
My mother decided to also buy a torchiere light too, one with an add on reading light. The same dipshit store help woman told us that there was a model in inventory in a box. Great, no elaborate precautions needed to take it home. Some 10 minutes later, she says it was sold earlier this morning, and lo, only the floor model was available. Fine, we will take it, but she said it first has to be packed. Fine, we will wait, and that we did for at least 15 minutes. It is "packed" in the most amateur way possible, with some loosely wrapped bubble wrap, some that didn't make it to the vehicle outside. Then when about to load it, carefully, why, an crappy white vehicle pulls up beside me, and two Fuckwits putz around and do whatever, as they never did go inside to pretend to be customers. (There wasn't any other business at this location).
Then I noted to the continuing dipshit store help that the floor model torchiere lamp was without bulbs, when it had bulbs as the floor model minutes earlier. To which she said, "we don't sell lamps with bulbs". Like WTF; a $700 total purchase, interminable waiting after being mislead as to whether it was in stock or a floor model, and she then takes the bulbs out of the floor model and then doesn't say anything! Then charges my mother for the bulbs. Not only do we get stiffed with the dumbest store help, but we get sabotaged twice by this same woman (bulbs, and aforementioned track fitting problem). What part of that wasn't scripted?
While installing the track I was beset with forced dropsies, lost screws etc. Then I had the misfortune to have the track mount holes align with the rafters and no screws on hand to anchor to them. In true perp project management style, that necessitated a trip to HD, and lo, another gangstalking scene. And two Fuckwits there where I needed to go, apparently engrossed in their discussion, that one extended his arms aisle wide just as I was passing so to clip me on the shoulder. After the "sorry" bullshit, they then moved some 4' away to dog me while I made my choice, and then the other one in a dayglo jacket was also extending his arms in the course of their seeming discussion. Like WTF; why is it so important to them everytime I made a decision? (And of course, they like to make it more adverse by crimping me down on the choices to amp up the vexation before making a decision.)
So what is it about different light sources that so interests the perps????
12-22-2017
Saw the musical Chicago, as it was playing for 7 shows this week in town. That is, Victoria BC, the gangstalking capital of Canada. It was my perp-abetting mother's idea,and she coughed up the loot to see it. I was on attendant duty, as she isn't very mobile, and as regular readers will know, has long "put on the ditz". Now, more like ditzing, dithering and doddering. All perfect perp themes, as they love indecision, slowing me up, and otherwise running interference.
It was an afternoon matinee, which made for downtown parking issues. I reckon we spent 40 minutes looking for parking all over town, with intense vehicular traffic all around. Not to mention a tour through one parkade that somehow "forgot" to put on their lighted sign to signify "full", so that was seven levels of driving around to no avail. Eventually, it was the more expensive parking to be had at the convention center, who had one last stall where I had to pull the mirrors in and park with the drivers side 2" from the concrete wall and exit via the passenger door. Then a 5 block walk with my mother with a cane, and mobility issues. So much, that if left to her devices she would of used a walker. Naturally, this slow walk was a total set up for gangstalkers, and the faux vagrants loitering around for no apparent reason. The venue was a former cinema with no elevator, and had no railings for the last leg up the stairs. (My mother needs something to hang onto, and the lighting conditions there didn't help any). Fortunately, the attendant stepped up and aided her the last 15 rows to her seat.
Exiting the theater was from a different backstairs route, a 15 minute descent with railings all the way thankfully, and a minimal amount of theater patrons coursing and crushing around. Afterward, my perp-abetting mother was fixated on a nearby specialty meat store a half block away. So I helped her there too, and did the needed translating and decision making to get that done in relative efficiency. Within a minute of exiting the store, why, the two leading ladies of Chicago, Roxie Hart and Velma Kelly just "happened" to be walking toward us on the street, arm in arm with scarves over their hair, with Roxie passing me by on my immediate L side. In typical perp managed form, they were looking down or elsewhere. I suppose it was now 20 minutes after the show ended, and given that it was 1630h, just maybe they needed to go out for a bite. Though I do find the coincidence level just a little astounding.....
Similarly, back in 2008 I attended my daughter's graduation ceremony, and afterward there was an informal get together in the lobby, with parents and students alike. Well it "so happened" that the valedictory speaker hung around us, she seen from the stage the whole time, and then happens to loiter in my proximity. I find these "on stage, and later proximate" coincidences to be far too frequent since all this abuse and managed circumstances rained (or reigned if you prefer) down on me since 04-2002. Though at the small (120 seating capacity) club I sometimes attend in Penticton, it is common for the performer to hang around afterward, or between breaks, and invariably I pass by them. I have no idea as to why the perps like to manage this. Another variant on this is to have the performer stare at me from the stage, and of course raising the inevitable question as to how they chose to stare at me when the stage is lit and the audience is in the dark.
The logical extension to this is to see persons on TV or in movies and then later in person, separated by greater distance of course, and by the medium too. I don't follow celebrities too much anyhow, and in this part of the world, there aren't any "passing by" (live). Though back in 2002, about 4 months after this shit came down, I did see Robin Williams from 10' away, at a street corner outside my work building as I was crossing the street, and was heading toward him, and he staring at me for some curious reason. Someone adroitly came along and started talking to him just before I was about to say hello, which is all I was about to say.
Back in about 2010, and probably documented in a blog posting, I swear I saw Helen Mirren in my usual local supermarket. If it wasn't the look, it was that imperious stare that she has, and that she leveled at me momentarily. I wasn't 100% sure, but again, as I don't keep up on celebrities and how they currently look compared to when I might of last seen them on the screen, which is sometimes a decade apart. There may have been a few celebrities that were morphed over for the gangstalking occasion, but of course I would of not recognized them. I have often wondered about those who sometimes loiter for no apparent reason, say, sitting down at a bus stop bench while I am there too, for 5 or 10 minutes and then walking off, not catching a bus.
12-23-2017
Yesterday, I took my perp abetting mother to a couple of grocery stores; what a insane palaver/clusterfuck show. Every pinch point in the aisles and entrance was covered with Fuckwits, and at one tight corner they had a pallet jack with a load on it, at least three Fuckwits with shopping carts and a "just stand there" male yapper all penning me in. I just had to break out of this insane cluster fuck and leave my mother to her own devices with the shopping cart, which functions as a ersatz walker for the occasion.
Then onto the local SOF supermarket, and again, covered by male Fuckwits, especially at entrance and exit doors, along with the senseless numbers of stocking carts, aka stalking carts, replete with the brown cardboard boxes. When on my own at home (Penticton), I go supermarket shopping at 2000h hours or so to avoid the clusterfuck gangstalk show that erupts around me should there be half an excuse to do so. Of course they screw with my long established habits at times, and have me go grocery shopping at high traffic times as needed, by them.
More grocery shopping today at 0900h, getting the turkey at a local specialty store. Thankfully it was just me, and not my mother adding her doddering and ditzing into the deal. Another major cluster fuck at every turn and aisle end, and again, the now ubiquitous stocking/stalking carts partially blocking the aisles, along with the dude stocker/stalker. Just what is it about this town (Victoria, BC, Canada) that has to stalk and clusterfuck me at every turn? And added to that, pit-lamp me, (shine headlights) on me when at corners, turning around, getting in my vehicle etc.
Anyhow, this PC at the First Feral Family house is getting hammered and it is so slow that I must wait for the mouse to react. So I will call this done enough for posting.
Sunday, June 11, 2017
Nap Attack Nixes Yoga
06-05-2017
A nap attack came on at 1800h, and I knew I was screwed for attending yoga, and I was. I got hit for 1h10m, plus another 20m of awake time but without the energy needed to get up. As always, I did not need the sleep, and today's vineyard work, while sunny, was not that hot (24C). And the post nap attack state, like I was drugged almost, makes for something quite interesting for perps; after heading out to fill up and grocery shop, they just love to put on extra stalkers, noise and freaks. Especially the latter, as the great bearded bum at the supermarket (after the nap), just had to put on four stalking passes, two of them utterly pointless. Then another similarly bearded freak in the parking lot when I got out.
Mondays are the worst; freaks, and now stereo sabotage again- L channel "failing" with new interconnects -just touch the RCA connector and I get sound again.
A blood draw today, another perp nutzo event where they pour on the extra harassment.
One thing going wrong after another tonight, plus plenty more plasma beams, masers beams and reflective light movement of no know source in my R peripheral vision. That is, things fall down, food flicks, spills etc.
I cooked a frozen whole fish tonight, the head off and gutted, but everything else there. maybe that's why the perps have gone nuts tonight. At least 12 screamings at the assholes tonight.
06-06-2017
All my anti-cancer MMS supplement intake for the last four months came to naught; yesterday's Prostate Specific Antigen (PSA) test result is 8.23, (6.4 four months ago) where normal is below 4.5. This means I am fucked as there is no other way I know of to reduce the cancer except for the stupid conventional means. If I take the MMS at a higher level, (like I did for four weeks in 02-2017) that means I will need to take it (horrid shit) for four months to deal with the duration between tests. I took the MMS2 protocol for four weeks, and then backed it down by half for four weeks, and since then take a daily maintenance dose. Not good enough apparently. There is no way I know of to measure the PSA test, or something comparable, on my own to find out what is going on.
It could be that I did nail the prostate cancer for a time, but it came back under the maintenance dose. And of course my long standing and vociferous advocacy that low dopamine is the real problem has come to naught; none of the referrals have come through in three months. And, as mentioned many times before, dopamine mediates the immune system, the only real agent that will deal with cancer effectively IMHO. So this fucking cancer show is going on for its second year (06-07-2016 when they sprang it on me). Thanks a lot assholes. All the while they told me it was going to be a year only.
Or could it be that the perps have learned how to negate MMS1and MMS2 by remote means, and I was the biological test dummy? Could be, given the number of set ups and baitings that go on. Not to mention incursions into my recall that began in 2006-7.
06-07-2017
At the health food store and a capsule gangstalk with a "staff" attended stocking/stalking cart 18" away. What a coincidence that the one thing I wanted, and there it was beside the stocking/stalking cart. Then a following Fuckwit stalker that needed to get through. Can we get any more obvious than this? The perps just love to hound me after I have selected an item, that is, made a decision.
06-08-2017
Shoot thinning in the vineyard all day, but with high winds all day, making for excellent grass pollen distribution, enough to make me very congested and with sore eyes by day's end.
A helicopter landed at the pad near the tasting room. Usually they do a low circuit to signify their intentions, but not this time. It was landed before I was aware of it, as it came into the wind direction, some 200m away from where we were. It was the same helicopter as last time, a Bell 206 in glossy black and dark blue.
06-10-2017
Saturday, and one spent working at a third vineyard, -shoot thinning is the big demand these days.
Yesterday, the same at the regular M-F vineyard. As becoming "usual", more deranged pointless row walking by some of the others. We finished one block, walk 30 seconds to the start of the next block, and this emotional-mute woman (mentioned last post), walks 120m to the top of the row and then works downhill. Everyone else started from where they were. In all my 8 years of enforced farm labor, I have never seen anything so peculiar as this. As usual, she doesn't explain anything.
Then at lunch, the same in reverse; she is at the top of her row (where her car is), and could of resumed from there, like normal. But no, she walks down the row to where I was. Bizarre.
Saw David Lindley at the local folk club in town last night; he put on a good show and is truly a master of stringed instruments, some five of them. Ironically, no mandolin, for which I know him for, e.g. backing Maria Mauldar. There were plenty of tattoos on show last night at the club; 4 of the 6 waitress staff were inked. My waitress was tattoo-ed on her chest, something she had to show me given her top had plenty of chest exposure. The worst of it was that she was so disdainful and pained in her comportment, except when it came time to leave and she smiled no less. She seemed to be Spanish looking, a light brown skin, and I have met a few of those in my long ago travels. And not even a "sorry" from her for banging into my shoulder at least 2x on the night. And such a large ass for such a young thing. Though another untattoo-ed slim waitress made plenty of pass-bys, often leading or following the large assed one. Some kind of comparative study I suppose. If I don't like large butts or other examples of obesity, I don't see why it has to be a 15 year long nonconsensual human experiment to determine why. I just don't, so give it a rest assholes.
My table at the club was in an very exposed location, projecting into the narrow aisle and next to the sound guy. I loathe these particular tables, and the regular MC made sure I got my favorite table, but as he is ill with a neurodegenerative disease, I don't expect to see him any more. My table location also afforded plenty of "stray" light flashes from the street, as well as from the cashier table. The perps just love to flash light from behind me that catches my glasses and reflects into my eyes.
Back to obesity stalkers; I was leaving the vineyard in my vehicle, and the owner was at the corner of one block and had a visitor with him, possibly a viticulturalist, and this man had a sprawling disgusting gut hanging out from his front as he faced me. And he didn't bother to get off the road so I had to make a wide turn around him. Just another gut strut.
Then tonight, another male with a sprawling gut, waddling too (worse), walking along and around the corner, as I also made the corner in my vehicle on my last laundry trip. So what is it about these disgusting obesers that need to be placed on corners of roads, so I corner around them? In the least, it is another example of Unfavoreds making corners, adding to the anisotropic properties of etheric energy interactions (with me). That is, have someone disgusting looking be evident in two cardinal directions.
06-11-2017
A full day at the third employer vineyard, thinning shoots. Not too remarkable, save three helicopters coming along, all the same kind. I haven't seen anything like this since 2012 when two black EC 135's came along in formation over the vineyard. This time it was three, though not in a military formation (wing), and they were further away so I could not get a read on their color or type.
And what is with the UK general election? Two terrorist events during the election and not a one of the party leaders makes it an election issue. Are we governed by wuss-power no matter the party? How about, say, 22 dead at the Manchester concert recently, = 22 less mosques in the UK (and no new ones) and 2200 deportees on their way out. I just don't understand how the UK has turned into being a colossal wimp-fest over this issue. In 2014 there were 168 laser attacks on landing aircraft at Heathrow for crissakes. At the link, a pilot's eyes were damaged by a laser attack while landing an aircraft. And just who in the fuck might be doing this with such concerted effort? The same ingrates enjoying a free ride in their adopted country, who don't want the fuss and bother of arranging another means to do the same. I'm with Trump on this issue, but I have my doubts about his governing capability in total.
Anyhow, time to post this for the week, and call this one done.
A nap attack came on at 1800h, and I knew I was screwed for attending yoga, and I was. I got hit for 1h10m, plus another 20m of awake time but without the energy needed to get up. As always, I did not need the sleep, and today's vineyard work, while sunny, was not that hot (24C). And the post nap attack state, like I was drugged almost, makes for something quite interesting for perps; after heading out to fill up and grocery shop, they just love to put on extra stalkers, noise and freaks. Especially the latter, as the great bearded bum at the supermarket (after the nap), just had to put on four stalking passes, two of them utterly pointless. Then another similarly bearded freak in the parking lot when I got out.
Mondays are the worst; freaks, and now stereo sabotage again- L channel "failing" with new interconnects -just touch the RCA connector and I get sound again.
A blood draw today, another perp nutzo event where they pour on the extra harassment.
One thing going wrong after another tonight, plus plenty more plasma beams, masers beams and reflective light movement of no know source in my R peripheral vision. That is, things fall down, food flicks, spills etc.
I cooked a frozen whole fish tonight, the head off and gutted, but everything else there. maybe that's why the perps have gone nuts tonight. At least 12 screamings at the assholes tonight.
06-06-2017
All my anti-cancer MMS supplement intake for the last four months came to naught; yesterday's Prostate Specific Antigen (PSA) test result is 8.23, (6.4 four months ago) where normal is below 4.5. This means I am fucked as there is no other way I know of to reduce the cancer except for the stupid conventional means. If I take the MMS at a higher level, (like I did for four weeks in 02-2017) that means I will need to take it (horrid shit) for four months to deal with the duration between tests. I took the MMS2 protocol for four weeks, and then backed it down by half for four weeks, and since then take a daily maintenance dose. Not good enough apparently. There is no way I know of to measure the PSA test, or something comparable, on my own to find out what is going on.
It could be that I did nail the prostate cancer for a time, but it came back under the maintenance dose. And of course my long standing and vociferous advocacy that low dopamine is the real problem has come to naught; none of the referrals have come through in three months. And, as mentioned many times before, dopamine mediates the immune system, the only real agent that will deal with cancer effectively IMHO. So this fucking cancer show is going on for its second year (06-07-2016 when they sprang it on me). Thanks a lot assholes. All the while they told me it was going to be a year only.
Or could it be that the perps have learned how to negate MMS1and MMS2 by remote means, and I was the biological test dummy? Could be, given the number of set ups and baitings that go on. Not to mention incursions into my recall that began in 2006-7.
06-07-2017
At the health food store and a capsule gangstalk with a "staff" attended stocking/stalking cart 18" away. What a coincidence that the one thing I wanted, and there it was beside the stocking/stalking cart. Then a following Fuckwit stalker that needed to get through. Can we get any more obvious than this? The perps just love to hound me after I have selected an item, that is, made a decision.
06-08-2017
Shoot thinning in the vineyard all day, but with high winds all day, making for excellent grass pollen distribution, enough to make me very congested and with sore eyes by day's end.
A helicopter landed at the pad near the tasting room. Usually they do a low circuit to signify their intentions, but not this time. It was landed before I was aware of it, as it came into the wind direction, some 200m away from where we were. It was the same helicopter as last time, a Bell 206 in glossy black and dark blue.
06-10-2017
Saturday, and one spent working at a third vineyard, -shoot thinning is the big demand these days.
Yesterday, the same at the regular M-F vineyard. As becoming "usual", more deranged pointless row walking by some of the others. We finished one block, walk 30 seconds to the start of the next block, and this emotional-mute woman (mentioned last post), walks 120m to the top of the row and then works downhill. Everyone else started from where they were. In all my 8 years of enforced farm labor, I have never seen anything so peculiar as this. As usual, she doesn't explain anything.
Then at lunch, the same in reverse; she is at the top of her row (where her car is), and could of resumed from there, like normal. But no, she walks down the row to where I was. Bizarre.
Saw David Lindley at the local folk club in town last night; he put on a good show and is truly a master of stringed instruments, some five of them. Ironically, no mandolin, for which I know him for, e.g. backing Maria Mauldar. There were plenty of tattoos on show last night at the club; 4 of the 6 waitress staff were inked. My waitress was tattoo-ed on her chest, something she had to show me given her top had plenty of chest exposure. The worst of it was that she was so disdainful and pained in her comportment, except when it came time to leave and she smiled no less. She seemed to be Spanish looking, a light brown skin, and I have met a few of those in my long ago travels. And not even a "sorry" from her for banging into my shoulder at least 2x on the night. And such a large ass for such a young thing. Though another untattoo-ed slim waitress made plenty of pass-bys, often leading or following the large assed one. Some kind of comparative study I suppose. If I don't like large butts or other examples of obesity, I don't see why it has to be a 15 year long nonconsensual human experiment to determine why. I just don't, so give it a rest assholes.
My table at the club was in an very exposed location, projecting into the narrow aisle and next to the sound guy. I loathe these particular tables, and the regular MC made sure I got my favorite table, but as he is ill with a neurodegenerative disease, I don't expect to see him any more. My table location also afforded plenty of "stray" light flashes from the street, as well as from the cashier table. The perps just love to flash light from behind me that catches my glasses and reflects into my eyes.
Back to obesity stalkers; I was leaving the vineyard in my vehicle, and the owner was at the corner of one block and had a visitor with him, possibly a viticulturalist, and this man had a sprawling disgusting gut hanging out from his front as he faced me. And he didn't bother to get off the road so I had to make a wide turn around him. Just another gut strut.
Then tonight, another male with a sprawling gut, waddling too (worse), walking along and around the corner, as I also made the corner in my vehicle on my last laundry trip. So what is it about these disgusting obesers that need to be placed on corners of roads, so I corner around them? In the least, it is another example of Unfavoreds making corners, adding to the anisotropic properties of etheric energy interactions (with me). That is, have someone disgusting looking be evident in two cardinal directions.
06-11-2017
A full day at the third employer vineyard, thinning shoots. Not too remarkable, save three helicopters coming along, all the same kind. I haven't seen anything like this since 2012 when two black EC 135's came along in formation over the vineyard. This time it was three, though not in a military formation (wing), and they were further away so I could not get a read on their color or type.
And what is with the UK general election? Two terrorist events during the election and not a one of the party leaders makes it an election issue. Are we governed by wuss-power no matter the party? How about, say, 22 dead at the Manchester concert recently, = 22 less mosques in the UK (and no new ones) and 2200 deportees on their way out. I just don't understand how the UK has turned into being a colossal wimp-fest over this issue. In 2014 there were 168 laser attacks on landing aircraft at Heathrow for crissakes. At the link, a pilot's eyes were damaged by a laser attack while landing an aircraft. And just who in the fuck might be doing this with such concerted effort? The same ingrates enjoying a free ride in their adopted country, who don't want the fuss and bother of arranging another means to do the same. I'm with Trump on this issue, but I have my doubts about his governing capability in total.
Anyhow, time to post this for the week, and call this one done.
Sunday, March 08, 2015
Four Cut Trellis Wires
03-02-2015
While grape vine pruning, my current task for the last month, the perps had me cut four trellis wires, all in the afternoon, while pruning with the Electrocoupe, aka electric shears. Like WTF; in the first week of pruning I had not cut four wires total, and now it "happens" in a single afternoon. As usual, they like to pull this when I have just started or about to finish a row. They even had me cut the same wire in two different locations no less. One would think I am getting better at pruning over some three weeks now, but no, competence is not allowed in this imposed FUD regimen (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt). Though, I think they should add Sabotage and ....Adversity in their too, say, FUDSA, or FUDAS; the latter rhyming with Judas, the state of the First Feral Family who have been in on this from the get go. Though quisling might be a more weighty term, which I should look up sometime.
Yoga; against the wall to avoid a dude on either side of me, and where does the nemesis gangstalker of late, the Major Fat Boy put his mat? Why, in my regular location. And they put a young woman between him and me at the last minute, though not as compelling to look at as the instructor, aka, the Darling Pixie. The Major Fat Boy's wheezing and gasping could still be heard, and yet again, why is he in a Yoga Power II class when he should be in a starter class? Said wheezing and gasping gets on my nerves big time, and yet again I contemplate passing on yoga.
The perps let me work out at the gym for the first time in five weeks. They didn't sabotage my running on the treadmill which is very unusual. The designated Gangstalker Hound Dog was this 50+ dude in a crew cut, about 6'1" or so, two inches taller than me. This Fuckwit did all the usual senseless pacing around, and hogged the incline device to the point that I never got on it. They let me start on the treadmill, as in past visits they put their gangstalker obstructors on them to stop me from using the treadmill first. Said Hound Dog just "happened" to need a drink of water at the fountain which was next to the lockers where I hung up my coat, and reprised this act again when I was there to put on my coat after completion. Funny how that "happens'.
03-03-2015
Pruning vines all day, not even taking a coffee break. Which really means a morning break, as I don't drink much coffee anymore due to the imposed urinary urgency. Don't bait the bear, in other words.
And of course the road noise ramped up all day, and they even scheduled some quiet moments too. They also like to arrange noise the instant I am pruning, as in severing a vine. Another noise-stalked moment is when I have decided what to do about the pruning; which canes to keep, which to cut.
And lo, if they didn't lay off me and let me use the electric shears without cutting or contacting a trellis wire all day. Truly a remarkable and unexpected exception to my work over the past three weeks. That still didn't stop them from dulling down the sharp blade over the day. And we know who likes to sabotage cutting edges don't we?
03-03-2015
Another pruning day, and no cut trellis wires today.
The unauthorized credit card transactions continues; someone from MC phoned me to ask if I had changed my address to Quebec Feb. 23, and of course I said no. The same for a change to my phone number. Yet again, I will get a new card in the mail, the present one was only used once and later than these latest unauthorized changes. In other words, the card was illegally accessed before I had used it to purchase something (online). And so it seems that I shall have to get this here PC virus checked, along with explaining all the "action" to the credit bureaus. Imagine that, "someone" using my new credit card before me.
03-04-2015
Only one cut wire today, just when the boss happened to be around. At least 10 contacts of the electric shears with the trellis wires, good for nicking the blade plenty. Even if the blade is razor sharp (sharpened by me in this sharpening obsession they have stiffed me with), the perps dull the blade after a few hours, having only contacted wood with the blade. (The nicks and wire cut came later in the afternoon).
Other side action was to help the boss set a post in the ground, cut down some small trees, and sharpen up the chain saw. Another perp harassment special is to have me attempt to file the chain saw teeth, and lo, if the file doesn't just skip and not cut the teeth. Always a new feature, especially related to sharpening; knives, pruner blades, scissors etc.
03-05-2015
The perps got me up in the night about 0045h, with leg cramps in my thighs, as in both at once. I hobbled to the kitchen and took two of the Ca+Mg supplements (for some reason); why them and not vitamin B for example?. Anyhow, I thought it was potassium that alleviated muscle cramps. The Ca+Mg supplements "worked", as in remotely invoked harassment that needed a nighttime intake of this particular supplement.
I went to the other vineyard site, N of Naramata; simply beautiful and peaceable overlooking Lake Okanagan, no vehicular noise trains whatsoever. I did young vine tending, and then later, when the male boss arrived with a chipper and power tools, I helped him out in hauling woody material to the chipper. The other worker ran the chipper, and I did some of the cutting with a chain saw. Funny how the perps don't sabotage gasoline powered tools now, when they stalled them all out within a few minutes of use up until this year.
And lo, if the boss man didn't "forget" to bring the chain saw and sent me back to the winery and vineyard site to retrieve it. Funny how the perps like to send someone, either a stalker or me, away after being in one location. In other words, they like to vacate someone from the immediate environment for some reason.
03-06-2015
At long last I finished pruning the property. Plenty of hints that I am a slow pruner, but I was going flat out without doing anything time consuming, including making decisions. The perps have a way to slow down the victim (me) on a job and not noticing how or why I am taking more time that usual. It is so infuriating, and yet they continue to screw with my perception of time along with hampering my fine motor control (fingers) and having me a fumbling klutz more than I ever was before they descended on me with their total control strategy.
Later I fixed some of the broken trellis wires; always a tangly and twisty prospect at best, and the perps making it worse by their methods to remotely invoke physical control of objects and my hands and my perception. Then if dealing with repair wires wasn't adverse enough, they screwed me senseless; lost tool, lost wire, and pulling items from my grasp and dumping them on the ground. TI (victim) infuriation is their first most choice (aka senseless abuse), and all delivered by remote means in real time. Imagine, invaded up the asshole, figuratively and literally, nearly 13 years worth.
03-07-2015
Saturday... and a laundromat visit day; I "forgot" a tea towel and the dude who needed to put his laundry bag next to mine (2" away) when there was plenty of room elsewhere on the counter, somehow "found" my tea towel in the washing machine when I swear I had moved all the washing machine's contents to the dryer. Said dryer cycle was over, so I took it home wet, though wrung out. And what an interesting experiment that must make for the perps; to have one of a once-identical pair of tea towels get dried in the dryer, and the other one drying outside on my drying racks with the remainder of the synthetics that I always hang dry. All the cotton towels, and jeans etc. get put in the dryer after their own separate washing machine load as they are so hopeless to dry outside at this time of year. And yet, after two years of ownership, I somehow "miss" seeing the tea towel in the washing machine and have the dubious honor of the too-close and too-soon dude (cum gangstalker) to arrive and hand me the wet tea towel.
The assholes ran my hand into a full glass of cold tea + stevia on the kitchen counter. I attempted to pull it back in mid-spilling, and lo, if it didn't slip out of my hand and splash backwards against the backsplash and the supplement bottles that were nearby. Owing to the widespread distribution of the spill, and that it artfully blocked egress to the cleaning sponges, I used the paper towels. And in keeping with the perp-obsessed theme for the third time today, the roll of paper towels ran out in mid job, and I started a new roll.
Ditto earlier, when I was cleaning the bathroom floor, and I ran out of paper towels, and opened up the six pack of them to get a new roll.
And an earlier ditto after breakfast, this time toilet paper; a forced shit in the morning, and lo, if I hadn't "forgot" to install a new roll, and had to switch rolls in mid cleanup. Funny how all these paper product packaging-opening events self-assemble on the same morning for a three-peat.
03-08-2015
A 6km hike in the woods today, the perps having me change trails while headed for the regular one. That was OK, as this one is known to me via maps, guide books and having used the same trail head for an hike in the same area. And too, they left me alone until about 80% done when three large women and five poodles were hiking in with poles (ridiculous IMHO). Then at about 100' left of the trail, a couple with two young blonde daughters and a small dog that couldn't stop yapping and circling me. The adult male had to pick the dog up and carry it away.
A whole lot of vehicles were parked around mine when I got back about 1400h; two horse trailers with attached pickup trucks, and at least three more vehicles. There were none when I arrived around 1000h. I did not encounter horses on the trail I was on so I assume they went on another route.
The perps couldn't stop inundating me with gangstalking brown pickup trucks when I got back into town; at least four in succession, one taking over from the next after one turned off, like a tag team but without contact.
Then a tanning session, always a high perp moment followed with plenty of ambulatory gangstalkers at the two shopping stops I made afterwords. Extra intense gangstalking hasn't gone unnoticed after tanning salon visits, and too, they like me to do financial transactions.
I shopped at the specialty grocery store, and lo, if they didn't have a "staff" malingerer at each location I needed to go to, and a woman in leopard skin tights and a young daugher (less than 2 y.o.) were also added to the mix, with the child buzzing around behind me when at the essential fatty acids/oils section, and while talking to the useless staff member. A major mystery tour, essential fatty acids, and the perps are nuts about them too. It seems to be a rotation, where one oil is deemed "best" and then knocked off its perch by another with the latest research behind it.
Coconut oil has been used for most things for the past year, but before that it was flax oil, then olive oil, and before that, fish oils. I have no idea which is better for what, and it all depends on what I last read. And the store staff aren't much help either, always heads down with minimal explanation. Needless to say, the ingestion and breakdown of food oils has been a big part of the perp's nonconsensual human experimentation agenda, and they aren't done by a long shot it would seem.
Time to get this posted and call another week of insane abuse done.
While grape vine pruning, my current task for the last month, the perps had me cut four trellis wires, all in the afternoon, while pruning with the Electrocoupe, aka electric shears. Like WTF; in the first week of pruning I had not cut four wires total, and now it "happens" in a single afternoon. As usual, they like to pull this when I have just started or about to finish a row. They even had me cut the same wire in two different locations no less. One would think I am getting better at pruning over some three weeks now, but no, competence is not allowed in this imposed FUD regimen (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt). Though, I think they should add Sabotage and ....Adversity in their too, say, FUDSA, or FUDAS; the latter rhyming with Judas, the state of the First Feral Family who have been in on this from the get go. Though quisling might be a more weighty term, which I should look up sometime.
Yoga; against the wall to avoid a dude on either side of me, and where does the nemesis gangstalker of late, the Major Fat Boy put his mat? Why, in my regular location. And they put a young woman between him and me at the last minute, though not as compelling to look at as the instructor, aka, the Darling Pixie. The Major Fat Boy's wheezing and gasping could still be heard, and yet again, why is he in a Yoga Power II class when he should be in a starter class? Said wheezing and gasping gets on my nerves big time, and yet again I contemplate passing on yoga.
The perps let me work out at the gym for the first time in five weeks. They didn't sabotage my running on the treadmill which is very unusual. The designated Gangstalker Hound Dog was this 50+ dude in a crew cut, about 6'1" or so, two inches taller than me. This Fuckwit did all the usual senseless pacing around, and hogged the incline device to the point that I never got on it. They let me start on the treadmill, as in past visits they put their gangstalker obstructors on them to stop me from using the treadmill first. Said Hound Dog just "happened" to need a drink of water at the fountain which was next to the lockers where I hung up my coat, and reprised this act again when I was there to put on my coat after completion. Funny how that "happens'.
03-03-2015
Pruning vines all day, not even taking a coffee break. Which really means a morning break, as I don't drink much coffee anymore due to the imposed urinary urgency. Don't bait the bear, in other words.
And of course the road noise ramped up all day, and they even scheduled some quiet moments too. They also like to arrange noise the instant I am pruning, as in severing a vine. Another noise-stalked moment is when I have decided what to do about the pruning; which canes to keep, which to cut.
And lo, if they didn't lay off me and let me use the electric shears without cutting or contacting a trellis wire all day. Truly a remarkable and unexpected exception to my work over the past three weeks. That still didn't stop them from dulling down the sharp blade over the day. And we know who likes to sabotage cutting edges don't we?
03-03-2015
Another pruning day, and no cut trellis wires today.
The unauthorized credit card transactions continues; someone from MC phoned me to ask if I had changed my address to Quebec Feb. 23, and of course I said no. The same for a change to my phone number. Yet again, I will get a new card in the mail, the present one was only used once and later than these latest unauthorized changes. In other words, the card was illegally accessed before I had used it to purchase something (online). And so it seems that I shall have to get this here PC virus checked, along with explaining all the "action" to the credit bureaus. Imagine that, "someone" using my new credit card before me.
03-04-2015
Only one cut wire today, just when the boss happened to be around. At least 10 contacts of the electric shears with the trellis wires, good for nicking the blade plenty. Even if the blade is razor sharp (sharpened by me in this sharpening obsession they have stiffed me with), the perps dull the blade after a few hours, having only contacted wood with the blade. (The nicks and wire cut came later in the afternoon).
Other side action was to help the boss set a post in the ground, cut down some small trees, and sharpen up the chain saw. Another perp harassment special is to have me attempt to file the chain saw teeth, and lo, if the file doesn't just skip and not cut the teeth. Always a new feature, especially related to sharpening; knives, pruner blades, scissors etc.
03-05-2015
The perps got me up in the night about 0045h, with leg cramps in my thighs, as in both at once. I hobbled to the kitchen and took two of the Ca+Mg supplements (for some reason); why them and not vitamin B for example?. Anyhow, I thought it was potassium that alleviated muscle cramps. The Ca+Mg supplements "worked", as in remotely invoked harassment that needed a nighttime intake of this particular supplement.
I went to the other vineyard site, N of Naramata; simply beautiful and peaceable overlooking Lake Okanagan, no vehicular noise trains whatsoever. I did young vine tending, and then later, when the male boss arrived with a chipper and power tools, I helped him out in hauling woody material to the chipper. The other worker ran the chipper, and I did some of the cutting with a chain saw. Funny how the perps don't sabotage gasoline powered tools now, when they stalled them all out within a few minutes of use up until this year.
And lo, if the boss man didn't "forget" to bring the chain saw and sent me back to the winery and vineyard site to retrieve it. Funny how the perps like to send someone, either a stalker or me, away after being in one location. In other words, they like to vacate someone from the immediate environment for some reason.
03-06-2015
At long last I finished pruning the property. Plenty of hints that I am a slow pruner, but I was going flat out without doing anything time consuming, including making decisions. The perps have a way to slow down the victim (me) on a job and not noticing how or why I am taking more time that usual. It is so infuriating, and yet they continue to screw with my perception of time along with hampering my fine motor control (fingers) and having me a fumbling klutz more than I ever was before they descended on me with their total control strategy.
Later I fixed some of the broken trellis wires; always a tangly and twisty prospect at best, and the perps making it worse by their methods to remotely invoke physical control of objects and my hands and my perception. Then if dealing with repair wires wasn't adverse enough, they screwed me senseless; lost tool, lost wire, and pulling items from my grasp and dumping them on the ground. TI (victim) infuriation is their first most choice (aka senseless abuse), and all delivered by remote means in real time. Imagine, invaded up the asshole, figuratively and literally, nearly 13 years worth.
03-07-2015
Saturday... and a laundromat visit day; I "forgot" a tea towel and the dude who needed to put his laundry bag next to mine (2" away) when there was plenty of room elsewhere on the counter, somehow "found" my tea towel in the washing machine when I swear I had moved all the washing machine's contents to the dryer. Said dryer cycle was over, so I took it home wet, though wrung out. And what an interesting experiment that must make for the perps; to have one of a once-identical pair of tea towels get dried in the dryer, and the other one drying outside on my drying racks with the remainder of the synthetics that I always hang dry. All the cotton towels, and jeans etc. get put in the dryer after their own separate washing machine load as they are so hopeless to dry outside at this time of year. And yet, after two years of ownership, I somehow "miss" seeing the tea towel in the washing machine and have the dubious honor of the too-close and too-soon dude (cum gangstalker) to arrive and hand me the wet tea towel.
The assholes ran my hand into a full glass of cold tea + stevia on the kitchen counter. I attempted to pull it back in mid-spilling, and lo, if it didn't slip out of my hand and splash backwards against the backsplash and the supplement bottles that were nearby. Owing to the widespread distribution of the spill, and that it artfully blocked egress to the cleaning sponges, I used the paper towels. And in keeping with the perp-obsessed theme for the third time today, the roll of paper towels ran out in mid job, and I started a new roll.
Ditto earlier, when I was cleaning the bathroom floor, and I ran out of paper towels, and opened up the six pack of them to get a new roll.
And an earlier ditto after breakfast, this time toilet paper; a forced shit in the morning, and lo, if I hadn't "forgot" to install a new roll, and had to switch rolls in mid cleanup. Funny how all these paper product packaging-opening events self-assemble on the same morning for a three-peat.
03-08-2015
A 6km hike in the woods today, the perps having me change trails while headed for the regular one. That was OK, as this one is known to me via maps, guide books and having used the same trail head for an hike in the same area. And too, they left me alone until about 80% done when three large women and five poodles were hiking in with poles (ridiculous IMHO). Then at about 100' left of the trail, a couple with two young blonde daughters and a small dog that couldn't stop yapping and circling me. The adult male had to pick the dog up and carry it away.
A whole lot of vehicles were parked around mine when I got back about 1400h; two horse trailers with attached pickup trucks, and at least three more vehicles. There were none when I arrived around 1000h. I did not encounter horses on the trail I was on so I assume they went on another route.
The perps couldn't stop inundating me with gangstalking brown pickup trucks when I got back into town; at least four in succession, one taking over from the next after one turned off, like a tag team but without contact.
Then a tanning session, always a high perp moment followed with plenty of ambulatory gangstalkers at the two shopping stops I made afterwords. Extra intense gangstalking hasn't gone unnoticed after tanning salon visits, and too, they like me to do financial transactions.
I shopped at the specialty grocery store, and lo, if they didn't have a "staff" malingerer at each location I needed to go to, and a woman in leopard skin tights and a young daugher (less than 2 y.o.) were also added to the mix, with the child buzzing around behind me when at the essential fatty acids/oils section, and while talking to the useless staff member. A major mystery tour, essential fatty acids, and the perps are nuts about them too. It seems to be a rotation, where one oil is deemed "best" and then knocked off its perch by another with the latest research behind it.
Coconut oil has been used for most things for the past year, but before that it was flax oil, then olive oil, and before that, fish oils. I have no idea which is better for what, and it all depends on what I last read. And the store staff aren't much help either, always heads down with minimal explanation. Needless to say, the ingestion and breakdown of food oils has been a big part of the perp's nonconsensual human experimentation agenda, and they aren't done by a long shot it would seem.
Time to get this posted and call another week of insane abuse done.
Monday, February 02, 2009
Monday Travails
1530h
As I type the title in, and see a forced typo and am about to correct it, a male voiced street shout from outside suddenly erupted. I notice that the perps are constantly noisestalking me anytime I fix typos in my written journal, forced ones of course. And just more of what the fuckers have been doing all my life. They cannot get enough of me when I detect errors, and then act on them. And in fact, any decision making of late, no matter how trivial gets coincident noise at the very moment; street hollaring, coughing from the hallway (or behind me on the city bus this morning), tapping noises, siren cascades and the rest of it. Completion of tasks is another intensely noisestalked "event" that is getting much recent interest.
This is a Monday, and a return from the home of the First Feral Family, the parents that gave me over to this insane turpitude of mind control experimentation, life sabotage, and for the past seven years nearly, life rape. I stayed over Sunday night at their place, and because I get a dose of TV, (read magnetic radiation too), exposure to favorite perp themes, do the same things in a different place, and have two perp abetting parents around me, it always follows that Monday, the day of my return, is always scripted for intensified harassment and other fuckery.
They pulled an all-time greatest toilet overflow on me within the first hour of arriving at my place; regular readers will know that last Monday they pulled an incredible shit stunt when at my in-town brother's place, sparing the details. Today, they had the turbid water overflow and take three towels to mop up, and then faked me out into thinking it was working with a few more flushes that went through, and then pulled a clean fresh water overflow stunt that took another three towels to mop up. So..., that was two toilet overflows with an intervening through flush to separate the respective water conditions, and then having me use the same kind and color of towels to mop it all up, and then launder them all together. Can we get any more consistent and deliberate than that? Not much, and I won't get into the similarities of this, and last Monday's toilet games.
Regular readers will know that toilet blocking was the perps' first most deliberate stunt when they invaded my apartment in person, after pretending not to arrive, in 04-2002. And ever since then I haven't been allowed to take a shit without fear of overflows and other messy games. That is closing in on seven years of playing with my crap, and still they are attempting to extract their results by remote means. And to close this one off, there has been a decided increase of septic tanker trucks circulating in traffic in the past three years, and I have a strong suspicion it might be mine that is in the tank, taken directly from me or from the sewer pipes or perhaps both. Enough on this topic.
And as I didn't visit my parent's last weekend owing to an early Monday appointment, I suppose the perps were making up for a missed opportunity (though they did me over on Friday). My father was doing his pathetic dementia act again, laying it on thick and then later conversing with my mother in normal tones when I wasn't around. One big show, or even if it is for real, one pathetic asshole quisling. He was doing his doorway skulking again; loitering in the hallway leading to the living room where I was, and playing a kind of peekaboo, projecting only his leading features of his face and shoes to be seen by me, and then proceeding incrementally some more, and then either relenting and starting again later (at first), or else (later) sitting in the auric penumbric shadow of my mother, aligned behind her, and still in keeping with his partial presentation practice. Other games he gets into when watching TV is to stand up from his chair, and then move laterally in increments towards me, and then walk off in an orthogonal pattern, often coming back to do his doorway skulking as described. He did a stand-up timed exactly for a touchdown or hockey goal highlight on the sports news portion.
And it is always interesting to watch TV once a week and see what has been arranged along the perps' consistent themes and presentation of the Favored and the Unfavored. The Global TV Vancouver news is one where the blonde announcer has replaced the male, and then the blonde woman meteorologist has a particular role that there seems to draw much perp timing/coordination. They have me talking or talked to when she comes on for the first time, call me out of the room to miss her piece, catch her when the mute is on, have me hear her voice from the kitchen but unable to watch and a number of other see/hear/react sensory permutations, all over the past six years of parental visitations.
Then Sixty Minutes came on an unscheduled channel with a repeat of the Obama interviews, not wanting to go up against the Superbowl in the ratings it would seem. (I did not see the Superbowl, and don't have much interest in football, even if the perps tried long ago. The game just doesn't flow, is complex, and likely overwhelmed my cognitive abilities to absorb at the time, and then became a "so what".) Then Doc Martin came on with medical themes (Unfavored) along with the dishy Caroline Katz as the possible suitor for the stuffy doctor. I can't get enough of watching her, though I am not sure it is entirely my choice. Then came Rebus a Scottish detective show, and plenty of references and pictures of Africans (from the plot), and Scots accents, another long standing perp planted theme that might have to do with meeting a rather infamous Scotsman, Dr. Ewen Cameron in Montreal when I was there in 1956-7. And I learned yesterday that there was another return trip, likely in 1958-59 for which I have no recollection, as I found some pictures of both me and my younger brother when looking at old family pictures yesterday, and for which purposes I will reveal later this week. And then the CBC news program, Sunday Night, and usually doesn't dwell excessively on perp themes, save the plenty of red and white colors of the graphics for cutting to a commercial break or returning from one. So..., I got my dose of negroes, Scottish accents, blondes, skinheads (central protagonist in Rebus), suits (bankers in Rebus, Obama too) all from the Favored and Unfavored. And don't ask me how the perps put all this together, and the effort it takes, often with lead times of a few years for the above mentioned serial TV programs.
Other intensified perp games this Monday morning while still at my parents' place was reworking the compost, an abortive attempt to replace the outside mailbox with the mailwoman "happening" to arrive and ring the doorbell and give my parents' mail to me in person when there was no box on the wall, unrolling carpets in the downstairs den (incremental color exposure, recall carpet auction jobs of last year), mold on said carpets, pointless vacuuming as if the mold would come off, then pointless chemical cleaning of some mold by my mother, and crimping the chain of the toilet tank level to the flap valve which somehow "lost" 3" of chain length from two weeks ago when it last "happened" to fall off. While I don't consider the topic of compost to be germane to me or my life directly, the perps have had a long standing interest in this topic, and had Ms. C of the story take a Master Composter training. The mold games were decidedly affrontive; I would not of expected the mold to grow inside the house as there had been no other signs of dampness and the carpet had been moved about a year ago with no signs of mold. No doubt it was a custom job, and not one that was augmented. I took the city bus back downtown to my place, and it wasn't quite the freakshow that it has been in the past, but there were more subtle signs of Perps At Work. The city bus "passenger"/gangstalker trips have been moderated of late, and that might suggest there have been some developments in perpland to embolden them to take on more complexity.
And even from the first moments of getting up this morning, the perps have been hammering me with thoughts of an imminent, end of Feburary, cessation of hostilities. As before, I get about three of these events a year, and so far, have been correct in identifying them as total mind planted bullshit. There is far too much investment in this town, and in me, to let me off on a technical accomplishment milestone. If they attain 100% mind control, which seems to be the case, it is less than a quarter of what they are after. On with the show, and end this fucking bullshit. It is fucking tiresome to be refuting persistent planted thoughts of little merit or substance if you didn't already know. I don't know of other TI's who get this, but it has been relatively consistent with me after the first year.
Breaking from the Sunday night, Monday harassment train, I note another important noisestalk and phenomenon eruption event of the perps. They put on noises and/or other intrusions when I make a decision; it could be a choice of vocabulary, finishing paper journalling, fixing a typo (from the myriads I get sabotaged with), electing to say something (presumably the thought was planted, and I choose to act on it or not).
And now vacuuming in the hallway has just erupted with simultaneous bus noise from outside. A "special" it would seem as no one has attended to the increasing garbage in the laundry room over the past month, this ever building show or belongings that has nothing to do with laundry, and presumably as some kind of prop for laundry interaction games, particularly when it is spinning around. They have plastics in various colors, red and yellow, clothing of various kinds, cardboard, a lint in various shades of blue and grey, grey colored pillows now, and other seeming reject debris. So whoever is doing cleaning at this time of day, 1700h now, is highly dedicated and going beyond the call of duty. And to no surprise, there has been excess vacuum cleaning in all my past apartments and residences since the harassment began in 04-2002. On with the show, and I suppose it isn't enough that I do vacuuming as part of the cleaning job I am about to depart for. This must be a "warmup at home" to get some of that vortex energy here and hope to see it at the jobsite, two blocks distant. Never have so many Fuckwits spent so much time vacuuming in the proximity of one person. Noisestalk that.
2205h
At the cleaning job tonight they arranged two male swarms around me while trapped in a narrow hallway and attempting to get through with the vacuum cleaner in hand. This was a confluence of three male supposed staff that had all "decided" to leave at the same time, around 1800h. And too, they like me to see their black coats, especially the long ones. They had already put on a "light swarm" of only two males at that same location about 30 minutes earlier, one doing the passing-by cough act, and in red hair, one of the Unfavored demographic groups. And three nights ago they arranged for the attractive blonde saleswoman to be passing by that same location with me about to exit the hallway and bump into her, but fortuneatly there was no collision. So one could surmise that the perps are serially stalking a given location with an Flavored blonde, and then Unfavored males on later days, in their quasi-MIB clothing. The blonde stalking event of three days ago was another perp managed blindside jerkaround, as normally I don't get into situations of entering into a thoroughfare without looking, at least by myself, and unlike the passel of Fuckwits that pull this very stunt on the sidewalk.
And more strategically planted dirt clods in the auto showroom, and in strange places like beside the tire of a showroom (new) vehicle. Like how did it get there? At least last week's dirt clod games had a putative source as one of the offices. And the boss man came to stand over me as I reached out with the vacuum cleaner over the just-mopped surface and picked off this dirt clod that had "somehow" missed his mopping and didn't explode into mud. All planned to sub-millimeter precision is my experience with these assholes, which includes the 20 to 200 crumb games per day. So where was that dirt clod from, and why is it that I get to have someone stand over me while it gets taken up by the vacuum cleaner? As regular readers will know, the perps have a fixation over soil, its color, where it is from, its properties (organic, silt, sand, loam, genesis, etc.) and its energetic interaction with me, and more often, my footwear. Hence last summer's casual labor job digging for daffodil bulbs, and having plenty of soil on my clothes, me and showering and laundering each day afterwards.
At the car dealership where I do the cleaning job I see that they put some new Mazda parts for me to walk past with plenty of empty brown boxes around them, so I assume that brown color energies persist in an object even if removed from its wrapping or box. Which makes sense with all the brown box packing Fuckwits I encounter on the street, and too, the pallet stalking that goes on each week. So many things are packed on wood pallets in brown colored boxes, and it makes perfect sense that the energies of the packaging, if you believe in such, persist in the object itself. Not to mention the immediate packaging of styrene (styrofoam), cardboard, foil, mylar and other plastic wrapping etc. And too, there are so many things that are shipped in containers, and yes, I have had extensive vehicular stalking by shipping container bearing trucks, not to mention seeing plenty of them used as ersatz storage buildings, construction site storage and other like applications. And if in need, the perps will put one on the street in a parking stall and leave it there for a few weeks, as if it were used for local renovations even when there are none to be seen. And likely related to this topic of shipping containers, the perps like me to see architectural examples of them being used in buildings as modular construction components. So far I haven't been too impressed about insulating such surfaces, and such avant garde architecture hasn't made it here yet.
And I am quite sure that many of the products I buy or even see in the stores may have been taken off the factory production line and isolated from the energetic effects of being stored for long periods in boxes, shipping containers and on pallets. I suppose this notion of speculating what the perps have done about objects in my environment was planted, and who knows how it might of got here, as anytime I mention teleportation I get noisestalked as well as somehow "attracting" some reactionary comments that I don't allow to be published. Even Anonymous #1, (not the Anonymous #2 TI who makes supportive comments, -thanks, whoever you are), didn't last one round of debate before he folded. But I did get a nice softball from him so to generate the FAQ posting you see on the righthand side.
Other action tonight was keeping me in the LD store while my prints were being scanned, as the store has a policy of not keeping the owner's effects, but strangely, the CD won't be ready until tomorrow. So this kept me in play for some 10 minutes from one end of the store to the other, seeking continuous refuge from the Fellini-like freakshow they put on, not to mention dithering my reactions to be more significant and immediately repelled; skinhead males, bad hair dye jobs, males in white shirts and ties, a featured male not doing shopping who reprised in two orthogonal directions, plenty of Asians (I assume they fall under the brown skin tone demographic group, and hence, Unfavored), the yellowjackets, the redcoats, the choreographed Fuckwits exiting their respective aisles in parallel ahead of me (amazing, and at least two wearing red), and the overdone red lipstick. I couldn't get out of there fast enough, but that was futile. They put a red coated and blue backpacking dude ahead of me in the store, then leading me some 60' to the W. outside, which then led me to split and take an alternate route, only to have this same Fuckwit rejoin me at the intersection nearest my apartment building. I have had at least three of these 3+ same-journey-partial-alternate-route reprising gangstalkers on me in the last three months, and they especially like to come out in dim or no daylight conditions. I would think that is three times normal, as I never had so many same journey reprising street encounters before the harassment began. And to cap off my arrival back in the apartment lobby, why an Asian male in a hideous yellow jacket and the regular negro skinhead male who were "having a chat" in the lobby and stayed in place as I took the elevator. Give me a break; who the fuck would loiter in the lobby of an apartment building that is in the local news as being the location where someone was murdered about three years ago? Just the Fuckwits who have it all figured out, if not choreographed.
I am getting plenty of noisestalking and additonal forced typos, as I finish up here, consistent with the above noted incidence of this happening at completion time. On with the earmuffs to re-read and edit this posting, and now to post it and hope for no Monday night sleep deprivation games.
As I type the title in, and see a forced typo and am about to correct it, a male voiced street shout from outside suddenly erupted. I notice that the perps are constantly noisestalking me anytime I fix typos in my written journal, forced ones of course. And just more of what the fuckers have been doing all my life. They cannot get enough of me when I detect errors, and then act on them. And in fact, any decision making of late, no matter how trivial gets coincident noise at the very moment; street hollaring, coughing from the hallway (or behind me on the city bus this morning), tapping noises, siren cascades and the rest of it. Completion of tasks is another intensely noisestalked "event" that is getting much recent interest.
This is a Monday, and a return from the home of the First Feral Family, the parents that gave me over to this insane turpitude of mind control experimentation, life sabotage, and for the past seven years nearly, life rape. I stayed over Sunday night at their place, and because I get a dose of TV, (read magnetic radiation too), exposure to favorite perp themes, do the same things in a different place, and have two perp abetting parents around me, it always follows that Monday, the day of my return, is always scripted for intensified harassment and other fuckery.
They pulled an all-time greatest toilet overflow on me within the first hour of arriving at my place; regular readers will know that last Monday they pulled an incredible shit stunt when at my in-town brother's place, sparing the details. Today, they had the turbid water overflow and take three towels to mop up, and then faked me out into thinking it was working with a few more flushes that went through, and then pulled a clean fresh water overflow stunt that took another three towels to mop up. So..., that was two toilet overflows with an intervening through flush to separate the respective water conditions, and then having me use the same kind and color of towels to mop it all up, and then launder them all together. Can we get any more consistent and deliberate than that? Not much, and I won't get into the similarities of this, and last Monday's toilet games.
Regular readers will know that toilet blocking was the perps' first most deliberate stunt when they invaded my apartment in person, after pretending not to arrive, in 04-2002. And ever since then I haven't been allowed to take a shit without fear of overflows and other messy games. That is closing in on seven years of playing with my crap, and still they are attempting to extract their results by remote means. And to close this one off, there has been a decided increase of septic tanker trucks circulating in traffic in the past three years, and I have a strong suspicion it might be mine that is in the tank, taken directly from me or from the sewer pipes or perhaps both. Enough on this topic.
And as I didn't visit my parent's last weekend owing to an early Monday appointment, I suppose the perps were making up for a missed opportunity (though they did me over on Friday). My father was doing his pathetic dementia act again, laying it on thick and then later conversing with my mother in normal tones when I wasn't around. One big show, or even if it is for real, one pathetic asshole quisling. He was doing his doorway skulking again; loitering in the hallway leading to the living room where I was, and playing a kind of peekaboo, projecting only his leading features of his face and shoes to be seen by me, and then proceeding incrementally some more, and then either relenting and starting again later (at first), or else (later) sitting in the auric penumbric shadow of my mother, aligned behind her, and still in keeping with his partial presentation practice. Other games he gets into when watching TV is to stand up from his chair, and then move laterally in increments towards me, and then walk off in an orthogonal pattern, often coming back to do his doorway skulking as described. He did a stand-up timed exactly for a touchdown or hockey goal highlight on the sports news portion.
And it is always interesting to watch TV once a week and see what has been arranged along the perps' consistent themes and presentation of the Favored and the Unfavored. The Global TV Vancouver news is one where the blonde announcer has replaced the male, and then the blonde woman meteorologist has a particular role that there seems to draw much perp timing/coordination. They have me talking or talked to when she comes on for the first time, call me out of the room to miss her piece, catch her when the mute is on, have me hear her voice from the kitchen but unable to watch and a number of other see/hear/react sensory permutations, all over the past six years of parental visitations.
Then Sixty Minutes came on an unscheduled channel with a repeat of the Obama interviews, not wanting to go up against the Superbowl in the ratings it would seem. (I did not see the Superbowl, and don't have much interest in football, even if the perps tried long ago. The game just doesn't flow, is complex, and likely overwhelmed my cognitive abilities to absorb at the time, and then became a "so what".) Then Doc Martin came on with medical themes (Unfavored) along with the dishy Caroline Katz as the possible suitor for the stuffy doctor. I can't get enough of watching her, though I am not sure it is entirely my choice. Then came Rebus a Scottish detective show, and plenty of references and pictures of Africans (from the plot), and Scots accents, another long standing perp planted theme that might have to do with meeting a rather infamous Scotsman, Dr. Ewen Cameron in Montreal when I was there in 1956-7. And I learned yesterday that there was another return trip, likely in 1958-59 for which I have no recollection, as I found some pictures of both me and my younger brother when looking at old family pictures yesterday, and for which purposes I will reveal later this week. And then the CBC news program, Sunday Night, and usually doesn't dwell excessively on perp themes, save the plenty of red and white colors of the graphics for cutting to a commercial break or returning from one. So..., I got my dose of negroes, Scottish accents, blondes, skinheads (central protagonist in Rebus), suits (bankers in Rebus, Obama too) all from the Favored and Unfavored. And don't ask me how the perps put all this together, and the effort it takes, often with lead times of a few years for the above mentioned serial TV programs.
Other intensified perp games this Monday morning while still at my parents' place was reworking the compost, an abortive attempt to replace the outside mailbox with the mailwoman "happening" to arrive and ring the doorbell and give my parents' mail to me in person when there was no box on the wall, unrolling carpets in the downstairs den (incremental color exposure, recall carpet auction jobs of last year), mold on said carpets, pointless vacuuming as if the mold would come off, then pointless chemical cleaning of some mold by my mother, and crimping the chain of the toilet tank level to the flap valve which somehow "lost" 3" of chain length from two weeks ago when it last "happened" to fall off. While I don't consider the topic of compost to be germane to me or my life directly, the perps have had a long standing interest in this topic, and had Ms. C of the story take a Master Composter training. The mold games were decidedly affrontive; I would not of expected the mold to grow inside the house as there had been no other signs of dampness and the carpet had been moved about a year ago with no signs of mold. No doubt it was a custom job, and not one that was augmented. I took the city bus back downtown to my place, and it wasn't quite the freakshow that it has been in the past, but there were more subtle signs of Perps At Work. The city bus "passenger"/gangstalker trips have been moderated of late, and that might suggest there have been some developments in perpland to embolden them to take on more complexity.
And even from the first moments of getting up this morning, the perps have been hammering me with thoughts of an imminent, end of Feburary, cessation of hostilities. As before, I get about three of these events a year, and so far, have been correct in identifying them as total mind planted bullshit. There is far too much investment in this town, and in me, to let me off on a technical accomplishment milestone. If they attain 100% mind control, which seems to be the case, it is less than a quarter of what they are after. On with the show, and end this fucking bullshit. It is fucking tiresome to be refuting persistent planted thoughts of little merit or substance if you didn't already know. I don't know of other TI's who get this, but it has been relatively consistent with me after the first year.
Breaking from the Sunday night, Monday harassment train, I note another important noisestalk and phenomenon eruption event of the perps. They put on noises and/or other intrusions when I make a decision; it could be a choice of vocabulary, finishing paper journalling, fixing a typo (from the myriads I get sabotaged with), electing to say something (presumably the thought was planted, and I choose to act on it or not).
And now vacuuming in the hallway has just erupted with simultaneous bus noise from outside. A "special" it would seem as no one has attended to the increasing garbage in the laundry room over the past month, this ever building show or belongings that has nothing to do with laundry, and presumably as some kind of prop for laundry interaction games, particularly when it is spinning around. They have plastics in various colors, red and yellow, clothing of various kinds, cardboard, a lint in various shades of blue and grey, grey colored pillows now, and other seeming reject debris. So whoever is doing cleaning at this time of day, 1700h now, is highly dedicated and going beyond the call of duty. And to no surprise, there has been excess vacuum cleaning in all my past apartments and residences since the harassment began in 04-2002. On with the show, and I suppose it isn't enough that I do vacuuming as part of the cleaning job I am about to depart for. This must be a "warmup at home" to get some of that vortex energy here and hope to see it at the jobsite, two blocks distant. Never have so many Fuckwits spent so much time vacuuming in the proximity of one person. Noisestalk that.
2205h
At the cleaning job tonight they arranged two male swarms around me while trapped in a narrow hallway and attempting to get through with the vacuum cleaner in hand. This was a confluence of three male supposed staff that had all "decided" to leave at the same time, around 1800h. And too, they like me to see their black coats, especially the long ones. They had already put on a "light swarm" of only two males at that same location about 30 minutes earlier, one doing the passing-by cough act, and in red hair, one of the Unfavored demographic groups. And three nights ago they arranged for the attractive blonde saleswoman to be passing by that same location with me about to exit the hallway and bump into her, but fortuneatly there was no collision. So one could surmise that the perps are serially stalking a given location with an Flavored blonde, and then Unfavored males on later days, in their quasi-MIB clothing. The blonde stalking event of three days ago was another perp managed blindside jerkaround, as normally I don't get into situations of entering into a thoroughfare without looking, at least by myself, and unlike the passel of Fuckwits that pull this very stunt on the sidewalk.
And more strategically planted dirt clods in the auto showroom, and in strange places like beside the tire of a showroom (new) vehicle. Like how did it get there? At least last week's dirt clod games had a putative source as one of the offices. And the boss man came to stand over me as I reached out with the vacuum cleaner over the just-mopped surface and picked off this dirt clod that had "somehow" missed his mopping and didn't explode into mud. All planned to sub-millimeter precision is my experience with these assholes, which includes the 20 to 200 crumb games per day. So where was that dirt clod from, and why is it that I get to have someone stand over me while it gets taken up by the vacuum cleaner? As regular readers will know, the perps have a fixation over soil, its color, where it is from, its properties (organic, silt, sand, loam, genesis, etc.) and its energetic interaction with me, and more often, my footwear. Hence last summer's casual labor job digging for daffodil bulbs, and having plenty of soil on my clothes, me and showering and laundering each day afterwards.
At the car dealership where I do the cleaning job I see that they put some new Mazda parts for me to walk past with plenty of empty brown boxes around them, so I assume that brown color energies persist in an object even if removed from its wrapping or box. Which makes sense with all the brown box packing Fuckwits I encounter on the street, and too, the pallet stalking that goes on each week. So many things are packed on wood pallets in brown colored boxes, and it makes perfect sense that the energies of the packaging, if you believe in such, persist in the object itself. Not to mention the immediate packaging of styrene (styrofoam), cardboard, foil, mylar and other plastic wrapping etc. And too, there are so many things that are shipped in containers, and yes, I have had extensive vehicular stalking by shipping container bearing trucks, not to mention seeing plenty of them used as ersatz storage buildings, construction site storage and other like applications. And if in need, the perps will put one on the street in a parking stall and leave it there for a few weeks, as if it were used for local renovations even when there are none to be seen. And likely related to this topic of shipping containers, the perps like me to see architectural examples of them being used in buildings as modular construction components. So far I haven't been too impressed about insulating such surfaces, and such avant garde architecture hasn't made it here yet.
And I am quite sure that many of the products I buy or even see in the stores may have been taken off the factory production line and isolated from the energetic effects of being stored for long periods in boxes, shipping containers and on pallets. I suppose this notion of speculating what the perps have done about objects in my environment was planted, and who knows how it might of got here, as anytime I mention teleportation I get noisestalked as well as somehow "attracting" some reactionary comments that I don't allow to be published. Even Anonymous #1, (not the Anonymous #2 TI who makes supportive comments, -thanks, whoever you are), didn't last one round of debate before he folded. But I did get a nice softball from him so to generate the FAQ posting you see on the righthand side.
Other action tonight was keeping me in the LD store while my prints were being scanned, as the store has a policy of not keeping the owner's effects, but strangely, the CD won't be ready until tomorrow. So this kept me in play for some 10 minutes from one end of the store to the other, seeking continuous refuge from the Fellini-like freakshow they put on, not to mention dithering my reactions to be more significant and immediately repelled; skinhead males, bad hair dye jobs, males in white shirts and ties, a featured male not doing shopping who reprised in two orthogonal directions, plenty of Asians (I assume they fall under the brown skin tone demographic group, and hence, Unfavored), the yellowjackets, the redcoats, the choreographed Fuckwits exiting their respective aisles in parallel ahead of me (amazing, and at least two wearing red), and the overdone red lipstick. I couldn't get out of there fast enough, but that was futile. They put a red coated and blue backpacking dude ahead of me in the store, then leading me some 60' to the W. outside, which then led me to split and take an alternate route, only to have this same Fuckwit rejoin me at the intersection nearest my apartment building. I have had at least three of these 3+ same-journey-partial-alternate-route reprising gangstalkers on me in the last three months, and they especially like to come out in dim or no daylight conditions. I would think that is three times normal, as I never had so many same journey reprising street encounters before the harassment began. And to cap off my arrival back in the apartment lobby, why an Asian male in a hideous yellow jacket and the regular negro skinhead male who were "having a chat" in the lobby and stayed in place as I took the elevator. Give me a break; who the fuck would loiter in the lobby of an apartment building that is in the local news as being the location where someone was murdered about three years ago? Just the Fuckwits who have it all figured out, if not choreographed.
I am getting plenty of noisestalking and additonal forced typos, as I finish up here, consistent with the above noted incidence of this happening at completion time. On with the earmuffs to re-read and edit this posting, and now to post it and hope for no Monday night sleep deprivation games.
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