09-09-2013
Why is yoga getting so lame? I thought Power Yoga was going to up the activity level, and it delivered for a few months with the darling pixie instructor. She departed for the summer and isn't coming back it seems. And the alternative and/or substitute instructors are slowing down the pace and doing less energetic and/or challenging poses, and today was another incremental step in that direction. There is no question the perps like to have me miss classes, usually more than one in succession. And they first encouraged twice per week, but eventually screwed me out of that so it is once per week now.
One of the substitutes, now instructing my usual Monday class is known to me from past classes, and he occasionally got substituted place of the pixie without notice. He is a skinheaded and large gutted male no less, and wearing those ridiculous baggy shorts to the knees, a male gangstalker special. So looking at this heap of Unfavored features isn't exactly a treat. Last year he would go to my Sunday class and pretend he was a student, when in fact he was an instructor at the time. There was no giveaway that he was an instructor as he didn't engage with the staff, and they likewise. It was only six months later that I found out that this heavy breathing student was in fact a staff member. So not only do they swap out the cute instructors but they also tone it down as to activity level, and play games with hiding the role of a male staff member.
I am not sure what to do about the arranged lamer-and-lamer yoga, though it seems I could take on gym work at my own pace, though it might not offer the maintenance of flexibility that yoga does. The last time I was in the gym in 2006-2007 was a total gangstalk show, and with plenty of herding dudes to keep me off certain equipment or else certain equipment would be out of order all too often. And then the pit-lamping vehicles would be arranged outside, and these dudes would stand around being totally dumbstruck, and pretending the black maser beams that would come through the wall and past by them were unseen. I don't know, because the perps can totally wind or physically make me near limp and make running a total chore within a half block of setting off. It just seems that the 11 year history of this abusive rut is that exercise is getting governed down and down despite the teasers.
09-10-2013
A day of getting wine filtering equipment working, cleaned and configured, and not done soon enough to allow enough time to get filtering done in the day. But it was a good call from the boss not to proceed, as it would of run way late. Like yesterday, gloriously sunny and warm (30C), but for the most part I was inside. Like I have remarked in the past, my sunlight exposure, especially skin exposure, is highly governed and it is exceedingly rare that they allow two days in succession for tanning. They often crank on the skin cancer paranoia rationale if I don't like their other ideations.
09-11-2013
The perps have been hammering me hard with harassment abuse this morning, and tonight too. I have been screaming at them and their new messed-up version of Picasa and/or Windows, as there was an upgrade yesterday. Importing photos just got to be a total pain in the ass, and Picasa will not show me the directories I wish to import to. I had to go search for the directories to find my just-imported photos. I have been through this ergonomically disfunctional mill before, and then Google seemed to fix the problem of not finding the ready-made directory, or creating a new one on the fly. Now, the perps seem to have played this game again, arranging adverse file import experiences. This time is was from two different cameras, for two separate individuals who both requested photos today. And lo, if Yahoo hasn't a new Attachment interface so I cannot see for sure if the photos got attached. Over twenty four years of Windows experience and here the assholes and their abetting agents cannot allow me to create a directory as needed for file importation. If I could get to a Linux box I surely would, though I am sure that the perps would sabotage that too. Back in the early harassment/abuse years, 2003 I had bought Suse Linux but they kept hacking the install from new discs, bought at the store in those days.
The perps started the morning with these horrid over-vivid dreams, and after allowing me to get up (late as it happened), they replayed them while I was awake. The theme in the dream was that it was permissible for me to be harassed in public because I was someone famous. Thanks, don't want it, never asked for it, in any of my own dreams or my own thoughts when awake. Then they also kept hammering with this god-awful male smell which was not coming from me directly. They finally relented when I took a shower. Though it does add credence to my theory of male sexual abusers during the years for which the perps deleted my recall when aged 2 to 5 (1956 to 1959), and current day harassment, such as this, is about them attempting to elicit abreactions. Not my problem, why am I involved in this without any consent whatsoever?
More of the WTF jerkarounds at work; the boss didn't want to start wine filtering yesterday at 1200h, saying it was too late in the day to start it. But that we could do it tomorrow. And so today, he says we cannot filter wine because he is leaving for Vancouver for five days. Like WTF; why didn't he tell me that yesterday and save the BS?
More convergence when I finally got to work outside with my shirt off doing the driveway power washing. I thought the cleaning lady had departed as I saw her driving her car. But no, ten minutes later she "pops back" to tell me something. Fine; I got set up. Then a few minutes later, a dude who I never seen before comes out of a red metallic maroon pickup and walks the last 120', and asks for the boss, as he is looking for grape picking work. I didn't see him last year on picking, so what was this all about? He says he will go back to the truck write down a phone number, which he does, while I continue with the power washing, and then take his paper into the house. Like WTF; he saw me in the driveway when he stopped his vehicle 120' away, so why didnt' he bring his phone number then? I have this convergence (of gangstalkers) stupidity erupt around me when taking off my shirt to do farm work, but this time they added in power washing into the mix, one of their very favorite harassment props.
And it seemed that the perps needed to have vehicles parked well away from me today, the red ones in particular. Though, the owners red metallic maroon Volvo was parked nearby as they took their black Jeep to Vancouver. The owner's son-in-law and daughter came by after the owner's departed, the seeming agreement on this family "feud" they are having, and came with a red metallic maroon pickup truck and a white trailer. Not that they needed the trailer, but anyhow, they parked it 200' away and walked in from there. They needed wine samples, so I later drew some red wine for them and bottled it. They were also doing grape sampling, so they had a legit reason to be walking around the vineyard. And later, the above mentioned dude in a red maroon pickup truck which also didn't want to drive in closer when it made perfect sense to do so. All rather strange, not to mention the cleaning lady finishing up at her usual 1300h, and the contract E. Indians strangely departing then too when they had another hour to work. All part of the ongoing farce it would seem, entrances and exits and same colored vehicles in three of the five ones that were 'fluxing about".
Other perp excitement, hence the elevated abuse tonight, is that I got a parcel from an online purchase today, containing one pair of shorts and two shirts. No cardboard wrapping as these clothing items were soft. All of the items are to replace some of the sabotaged clothing I noted in last week's blog posting, some of them pictured. Two shirts were of the same manufacturer, style and fabric. Though by way of the online choices, I ended up with a L, and a XL, the latter color's only option. After trying them on, the L fits fine, so I will need to get the XL altered to the same size. What is the fucking point of jerking me through this as to shirt size, as it has happened so many times before? It would seem in part that they want to have their own fabric sample, though oddly, one color and not the other.
And when using the stitch ripper to remove the sewn in pad in the cycle shorts (in above mentioned parcel), why, the perps put a 1/2" hole in them. Into the trash they went, and it wouldn't be the first time that attempted modification, per planted ideations, are then sabotaged.
09-13-2013
At least 30 rage-fications this evening, the perps doing things like putting items from my grasp, sending me to the wrong cupboard/drawer, not allowing an item/switch to be turned on or off by pulling my fingers off of it just before it is to actuate, and like insane abusive fuckery. The fart games were ramped up, and at one moment they were farting and burping me at the same instant.
And pains in my TMJ/jaw joint suddenly come on while stepping outside, turning a corner, passing through a doorway etc. all perp fuckover moments for extra noise, abuse gangstalker weirdness etc.
09-14-2013
Saturday, and the usual day of frontal and arm shaving,in conjunction with rage-ifying me for next public event of visiting the Penticton Gangstalk Market (read, below). (Rage-fying me by sending me to the wrong cupboard, flipping food from countertop to sink,
pulling items from my grasp, -there is a reason they put me in a
detached dwelling again, so I can scream and otherwise vociferously
object to this constant stream of insults and assaults.)
More jaw pains at the usual perp events; turning a corner (driving), paying for items, getting in or out of my vehicle etc. Again, the anisotropic properties of the ether seem to be all important; e.g. changing direction, as in different properties in different directions.
On the public side, the Penticton Farmers Market gangstalking was stepped up; the meandering masses seem to be able to block my egress and not apparently (in conventional terms) know that I am striding behind them, sometimes with an extra obvious male tail on my ass. Then there was the sit-back Fuckwit, just "happening" to be tailing me and then showing up (standing there dumbstruck behind his shades at 0900h) 4' behind me when I was making a purchase. Then there was the crowd scene at each stall I wanted to go to; the maple syrup vendor, the jalapena pepper vendor of last time, which relented some when I was making my return in the opposite direction. Unlike two visits ago, there were no motorcycles "mistakenly" driving past two "Do Not Enter, Street Blocked for Event" signs 20' apart and then finally turning around in the middle of an intersection with pedestrians milling all around them. And no less, they were on the wrong side of the road while pulling off this incredible vehicular bozo act (pretense that is, as NOTHING is not organized around me). Oddly, the farmer market volunteers didn't seem to be around to corall the "errant" motorcycles. And have we not had enough of runaway vehicles driving into public street functions and killing innocent citizens? No siree... going by the media stories, the perps seem to need more of these "interactions" especially with blood samples from dying foreign citizens.
Earlier today, I got nailed for a two hour nap attack after having tea and two 100g chocolate bars and cleaning the dishes. The fourth lawnmower eruption of the day accompanied my lying down, yet another anisotropic consideration for the perps. I have often experience noise assaults, plasma flashes and rage-fication jerkarounds whenever going to bed or getting out. As nearly always, there was no sleep deficit prior to the nap, and no causal event (only a mild hike for 1.5 hours) that could of conventionally accounted for the napping "need".
And the hike was perp Fuckover stunt too. The weather is to turn rainy after this weekend, and so I decided to get a sunny hike in for today, Saturday. And of course, get some tanning in as well. But no as it happened; not only did the atmospheric haze come on today for the first time in a week of sunny weather, but also high cloud came on. And that wasn't enough; when tanning at the hiking destination, why, a cloud got pulled in front of the sun after 10 minutes, ending tanning possibilites.
And too, not allowing tanning during this past week of sunny and warm weather seemed to be a major perp priority. I had inside activities to attend to, and then others where wearing pants and a shirt was advisable (prickly weeds), and so by Friday (yesterday), I had a whole 20 minutes of leg tanning time working in the vineyard before I had to attend to end-of-day tasks. These also got changed around, as landscape plant watering was to be done then, and not in the morning when that was the established routine.
And too, that served to act as a foil/victim for another perp stunt; blame the victim, no matter how tenuous the evidence. I was to sweep and power wash the driveway, which I did, as there was a person to come to apply sealer the next day (Thursday, 09-12-2013). Said person didn't come all day, so I cleaned the hose and walked on the concrete surface to water the landscape plants, making sure I didn't add any mess or gravel. A small amount of unavoidable hose leakage,about 2sq. ft., occured at the end of the day, but I left it there as I assumed the person wasn't going to be doing sealing. As I didn't want to re-clean the hose if I needed it the next day for watering chores, I left it on the driveway.
Yesterday morning, the boss phones me to say that the person who was to seal the driveway complained of the water on it and that the hose was left on the driveway. Not only did this person time his apparent arrival within 30 min. of me leaving as the water would of evaporated on the hot surface by then, but used this as an excuse for not undertaking the sealing job. I explained the details of the water as it could of been brushed off and evaporated within 15 min. And I also explained that it would of taken a whole 20 seconds to remove the hose from the driveway if the person had been serious as to undertaking the concrete sealing job then. Anyhow, here we have two lame-assed/contrived excuses meant to impugn the victim (me) over impairing the start of a concrete sealing job, and hearing this third hand, and not from the person directly. I have worked with this person last year, and found him to be a dedicated worker who does not shirk responsibility. Not only are the lame excuses out of character, but the adroit timing at day end when I wasn't there was too convenient. What is the point of this petty dumb-assed skit; for the concrete sealing person to earn "asshole-cred" indirectly and drop a considerable notch in my estimation of his character, or was it to needle-the-victim (again) with a tenuous accusation? Probably both in Perp World, as I have suffered these sudden behavioral transitions (always for the worse) from others in the past. And impugning the TI victim with false or tenuous accusations seems to be an important perp jerkaround tactic. So then, does this person knowingly sign up with the Perps to earn "asshole credibility" after seeming to be somebody for which this is out of character? I just don't get it, as to why rational people suddenly take a turn for the worse. This time it is through an intermediary, and not directly, so maybe the "cowards way" is an optional feature after signing up for an inexplicable behavior lapse, aka earning jerk credentials. And I note this person got a new metallic finish maroon red pickup truck which he liked to inexplicably park next to my vehicle (both Toyota) and block the driveway while doing so.
Another perp favorite noise to hound me with over the hike was with what I call the Faux Squash Ball Popping Noise. This particular noise erupted in 2006 when they had me in a rooming house near a squash court. The popping noise, seemingly from the ball hitting the wall, wasn't very representative IMHO, as I have played squash in the past, and the ball made quite a different noise. Also, they would occasionally put on a real squash ball game, and the noise was quite different. The muffled popping noise was also arranged at the next residence where I lived for 4 years, six stories up and nowhere near a squash court. And in the vineyard context, the noise emulates (poorly though), propane cannons that are to scare birds off. Except that there are so many, one on top of another at the same volume level, there is no way this is possible. I suspect the noise of other perp events, say war time artillery, are being mapped to my own noise history (managed by Them of course), and they needed this noise while I was outside in the woods. And as they play motorcycle noise, tractor noise, aircraft noise all the time on past visitations to this hiking location, why should I be surprised they are still at it for a new location. And as I type this up, the droning single engine propeller aircraft noise makes repeated passes.
09-15-2013
A stand-off over tanning outside again; the cloud got moved in to block the sun and the suburban residential noise progression started up. There was dieselling, lawnmowers, coughing, overhead aircraft making repeated passes, one jet aircraft, and especially notable was the noise increase when I turned over or else took off my glasses. I later tried to read with them on but the perps added a yellow tinge to all the letters in the book.
Enough events for a week, and onto the next.
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Sunday, September 15, 2013
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Towel Mopping
1600h
Isn't it interesting that I have been doing some mopping as part of this janitorial job for an hour each day at a car dealership and that I ended up mopping the bathroom floor with towels? Yessir, the toilet wasn't obviously blocked and lo, if water didn't come spilling over the top again and put the bathroom floor at least 1/4" deep in water. Clean water this time, no backflushed brown water thankfully. And so, the new extra fluffy towels became useful in soaking up the water. One off-white color towel, one mid-blue towel and one navy blue towel that didn't get used; all to be laundered when the washing machine became free. As I wanted to launder the towels right away, I wasn't too surprised that the washing machine "happened" to be busy, thereby creating an extra trip in the hallway for nothing. And so when I did get the washing machine free, and was packing the wet towels in the hallway, why, a Plastic Bag Man was standing at the elevators as I went by, swinging his plastic bags through the space I was to walk through. Been there, done that. For the uninitiated, the Plastic Bag Men, or Women, are gangstalkers who are packing plastic bags in unusual circumstances; e.g. to the grocery store, from a direction where there is no grocery store, miles from any concievable grocery store and the like. I get gangstalked by so many plastic clothed (e.g. Goretex) or plastic bearing gangstalkers that this is a long running theme in my harassment scope.
And unusually, the incessant noise from outside, and even the hallways and faux neighbors has been muted today. We are to get snow later tonight, according to the forecast, so perhaps this is "warm up" of impending greater quietness that is scheduled for tonight and tomorrow.
I did a downtown visit earlier to the ATM and then to the grocery store. It always interesting to see what the gangstalker scene is, and the prominent freaks of the ever present freakshow of Unfavored demographic groups. I see more garish colors today; reds and oranges together, fugly carmine red berets, more red coats with orange packs and vice versa, and then a touque job that tailed me a block ahead of the grocery store, three times in differing locations in the store, and then once more when I was outside on my way back to my apartment. Said male touqued gangstalker had a blue jacket and a partial blue touque with concentric bands of red and yellow at the top. Like a target on top of this head. I haven't ever seen something so gaudy with more mainstream colors in a touque before, but it might have been one of those color leveraging gangstalkers again. This where they use a more pleasant color, even a Favored one, and then put Unfavored colors next to it, either as other garments or spun in the fabric. This is similar to blonde leveraging; taking an attractive female blonde haired woman and pairing her up with fugly males; thuggy boys, rude dudes, negroes, vagrants and others from the Unfavored demographic groups.
Just part of the show, all these freakshow specimens that keep reoccuring each time I step outside. I even had a total blatant gangstalker waiting at the apartment door, and doing nothing but stand there some 12" from the glass and not even offering the usual door service I often get. This same Fuckwit pretends to be a halfwit, and that was his cover story while hanging around behind me in the laundry room two days ago, again, doing nothing while I extracted my laundry from the dryer. This replicated the methods of another gangstalker about a week and a half earlier. Once I got through the apartment building door, and the halfwit stepping aside to allow me to pass through, why, there was the apartment manager also in the lobby, walking toward me and giving me nowhere to go but walking between these two fucking acts. And I am on record in mentioning that building egress is one of the most highly gangstalked locations, right up there with checkouts.
2040h
I am back from the cleaning job and had my usual red dressed gangstalkers about, not to mention a profusion of red vehicles around the garage door where exited. Another weird one from the boss man tonight. I usually arrive 5 minutes early to retrieve the mop bucket and fill it up and add detergent to it. When I arrived early a salesman let me in the front door and the boss man was already there, doing cleaning in one of the sales area offices. I say hello and he answers and I proceed onto getting the mop bucket, but it wasn't there. I did some scouting around, but didn't go in and out of the vehicles crowded around where the fill hose was. Later, when doing the mechanic's washroom I find the bucket stuckbenind a silver-grey pickup and unfilled. So I began to fill it up and the boss man "happens" to come by, and tells me I didn't fill the bucket (at the outset when arriving to work). I tell him I couldn't find it, even though coming early, and he goes "oh".
And of course I wasn't allowed to ask him if he had moved it there (per mindfucking), left it unfilled, and then proceeded to not tell me about having moved it when I arrived. I cannot think why anyone else would move it as it being a Saturday, there aren't that many people in the Service area where it was. This is another example of being set up, and then getting jerked around as to asking the essential questions as to who relocated the mop bucket, and if it was him, why didn't he tell me when I arrived, and why is he asking me about it later when he was the likely perpetrator of hiding it and not filling it up. Just plain fucking bizarre bullshit, and I am never allowed to effectively defend myself and get the causal asshole disrobed, metaphorically speaking.
I had my usual ambulatory posse on my way to work and back again, heavy on red clothing and hats. The Christmas hat wearing has become frequent, and I suppose it is a prime time for adding these oft-presented color combinations in unusual juxtapositions. And it was beginning to snow, and it will probably stick on the ground as it is cold enough. An Arctic front with a north wind is the current weather pattern.
2220h
The noisescape has erupted with a burst of sirens and hallway male voices while I was monitor shopping. The horizontal scrolling on this 15" monitor is getting to be tiresome, and it is likely the perps don't need to play with this anymore, as websites assume a wider format monitor. Both Amazon and IMDB are now spread wider, and are very inconvenient to read with horizontal scrolling back and forth on each line of text. It might "happen" that I decide to purchase on online tonight. I am getting sabotaged in my comparison shopping as the mouse is getting to be slowed down with some kind of mistiming of my action to pointer movement on screen. I am also getting the knee twisting torture which is extremely annoying, so it is either purchase online, or logoff and be done with websurfing tonight. The bottom line is that I cannot figure out the essential differences between LCD monitors going by the specifications as they are nearly all identical.
At any rate, time to call this one done.
Isn't it interesting that I have been doing some mopping as part of this janitorial job for an hour each day at a car dealership and that I ended up mopping the bathroom floor with towels? Yessir, the toilet wasn't obviously blocked and lo, if water didn't come spilling over the top again and put the bathroom floor at least 1/4" deep in water. Clean water this time, no backflushed brown water thankfully. And so, the new extra fluffy towels became useful in soaking up the water. One off-white color towel, one mid-blue towel and one navy blue towel that didn't get used; all to be laundered when the washing machine became free. As I wanted to launder the towels right away, I wasn't too surprised that the washing machine "happened" to be busy, thereby creating an extra trip in the hallway for nothing. And so when I did get the washing machine free, and was packing the wet towels in the hallway, why, a Plastic Bag Man was standing at the elevators as I went by, swinging his plastic bags through the space I was to walk through. Been there, done that. For the uninitiated, the Plastic Bag Men, or Women, are gangstalkers who are packing plastic bags in unusual circumstances; e.g. to the grocery store, from a direction where there is no grocery store, miles from any concievable grocery store and the like. I get gangstalked by so many plastic clothed (e.g. Goretex) or plastic bearing gangstalkers that this is a long running theme in my harassment scope.
And unusually, the incessant noise from outside, and even the hallways and faux neighbors has been muted today. We are to get snow later tonight, according to the forecast, so perhaps this is "warm up" of impending greater quietness that is scheduled for tonight and tomorrow.
I did a downtown visit earlier to the ATM and then to the grocery store. It always interesting to see what the gangstalker scene is, and the prominent freaks of the ever present freakshow of Unfavored demographic groups. I see more garish colors today; reds and oranges together, fugly carmine red berets, more red coats with orange packs and vice versa, and then a touque job that tailed me a block ahead of the grocery store, three times in differing locations in the store, and then once more when I was outside on my way back to my apartment. Said male touqued gangstalker had a blue jacket and a partial blue touque with concentric bands of red and yellow at the top. Like a target on top of this head. I haven't ever seen something so gaudy with more mainstream colors in a touque before, but it might have been one of those color leveraging gangstalkers again. This where they use a more pleasant color, even a Favored one, and then put Unfavored colors next to it, either as other garments or spun in the fabric. This is similar to blonde leveraging; taking an attractive female blonde haired woman and pairing her up with fugly males; thuggy boys, rude dudes, negroes, vagrants and others from the Unfavored demographic groups.
Just part of the show, all these freakshow specimens that keep reoccuring each time I step outside. I even had a total blatant gangstalker waiting at the apartment door, and doing nothing but stand there some 12" from the glass and not even offering the usual door service I often get. This same Fuckwit pretends to be a halfwit, and that was his cover story while hanging around behind me in the laundry room two days ago, again, doing nothing while I extracted my laundry from the dryer. This replicated the methods of another gangstalker about a week and a half earlier. Once I got through the apartment building door, and the halfwit stepping aside to allow me to pass through, why, there was the apartment manager also in the lobby, walking toward me and giving me nowhere to go but walking between these two fucking acts. And I am on record in mentioning that building egress is one of the most highly gangstalked locations, right up there with checkouts.
2040h
I am back from the cleaning job and had my usual red dressed gangstalkers about, not to mention a profusion of red vehicles around the garage door where exited. Another weird one from the boss man tonight. I usually arrive 5 minutes early to retrieve the mop bucket and fill it up and add detergent to it. When I arrived early a salesman let me in the front door and the boss man was already there, doing cleaning in one of the sales area offices. I say hello and he answers and I proceed onto getting the mop bucket, but it wasn't there. I did some scouting around, but didn't go in and out of the vehicles crowded around where the fill hose was. Later, when doing the mechanic's washroom I find the bucket stuckbenind a silver-grey pickup and unfilled. So I began to fill it up and the boss man "happens" to come by, and tells me I didn't fill the bucket (at the outset when arriving to work). I tell him I couldn't find it, even though coming early, and he goes "oh".
And of course I wasn't allowed to ask him if he had moved it there (per mindfucking), left it unfilled, and then proceeded to not tell me about having moved it when I arrived. I cannot think why anyone else would move it as it being a Saturday, there aren't that many people in the Service area where it was. This is another example of being set up, and then getting jerked around as to asking the essential questions as to who relocated the mop bucket, and if it was him, why didn't he tell me when I arrived, and why is he asking me about it later when he was the likely perpetrator of hiding it and not filling it up. Just plain fucking bizarre bullshit, and I am never allowed to effectively defend myself and get the causal asshole disrobed, metaphorically speaking.
I had my usual ambulatory posse on my way to work and back again, heavy on red clothing and hats. The Christmas hat wearing has become frequent, and I suppose it is a prime time for adding these oft-presented color combinations in unusual juxtapositions. And it was beginning to snow, and it will probably stick on the ground as it is cold enough. An Arctic front with a north wind is the current weather pattern.
2220h
The noisescape has erupted with a burst of sirens and hallway male voices while I was monitor shopping. The horizontal scrolling on this 15" monitor is getting to be tiresome, and it is likely the perps don't need to play with this anymore, as websites assume a wider format monitor. Both Amazon and IMDB are now spread wider, and are very inconvenient to read with horizontal scrolling back and forth on each line of text. It might "happen" that I decide to purchase on online tonight. I am getting sabotaged in my comparison shopping as the mouse is getting to be slowed down with some kind of mistiming of my action to pointer movement on screen. I am also getting the knee twisting torture which is extremely annoying, so it is either purchase online, or logoff and be done with websurfing tonight. The bottom line is that I cannot figure out the essential differences between LCD monitors going by the specifications as they are nearly all identical.
At any rate, time to call this one done.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Friday Mashup
1525h
The typos have already started even when keying in the above time, and when fixing it, the vehicle horn beep sounded, one of many contributors to the overall noisescape.
I walked to Qi Gong today and joined the shills and operatives in gently exercising myself and gathering chi. The games were all around me again, though the most prominent was placing an Asian girl next to me, and then have her following me out to and down the elevators afterward.
At the end of class they all seemed to hang back excepting her, and egress was blocked by the ever increasing obliviousness act of having shills/operatives stand in the center of the throughway and have me remind them with an "excuse me" which causes them to shift some, but not a lot. The same stunt is occuring more often and there was an earlier incident on the street by a bus stop when walking to the class. There was no bus in sight, and this navy blue coated dude was walking 30' ahead of me and then stopped in mid sidewalk beside the bus stop, constricting egress by establishing himself between the bus stop pole and the bus shelter, back facing me. Then he put on the pissed act when I gave him the requisite "excuse me", as if my request was unreasonable. More like; you dithering idiot; plugging public access on the sidewalks by beligerently stationing yourself at a constriction point and contriving ignorance by feigning to be unaware of others coming directly behind you. (And when this set up was scripted in the first place).
And it is motorized bicycle day in Victoria; this occured after passing an improbable line of gangstalkers at a bus shelter following Qi Gong, all lined up and "in color", and again constricting my egress by establishing themselves outside the bus shelter and on the sidewalk, this time deigning to notice me. And as I passed the group at the above mentioned same constriction point of the sidewalk, a motorized bicycle passed by with a deep red metallic colored pannier (box) on the back.
Only 3 minutes later in my walk at the next intersection, another shill/operative was on the same make and model of motorized bicycle on the sidewalk no less, again constricting my egress between the bicycle and the steel railing on the other side. This time the pannier was a metallic mid grey color, and the perps made sure to have me vocalizing about the stupidity of the rider in putting this thing on the sidewalk when there was adequate room on the road.
Once back at this room/cell, what shows up in the online news? Why an article on motorized bicycles.
And in this city of significant accomodation for bicycle lanes, that still does not stop them from riding them on the sidewalks which they nearly always do at least once per outing. Even if the bicycle lane is beside the sidewalk. In another variation today, and an all-time first, the perps put on an operative walking down the center of a street 60' ahead of me. This was a back street granted, though it is heavily trafficked when I am "in-residence", but somehow, no vehicles came while this deep red anoraked backpacker walked in mid-street. Fucking absurd.
For my 50 minute round trip walk mostly along thoroughfares the perps put on a constant rush hour level of traffic volumes, color grouped, vehicle type grouped, and in formations. I reckon this was 500 - 800 vehicles. Often they will have a gap in traffic and then run a cluster toward or behind me. The deep red metallic color is still playing big, and there was more ambulatory gangstalker clothing color to proximate vehicle color coordination. E.g. the lime green vehicle coming from the side street and pulling ahead of me to make a turn, followed by a grey colored vehicle with the driver wearing a lime green coat.
I also get more ambulatory gangstalkers on "just stand there" duty looking exceptionally stupid. Often these ones are wearing two tones of the same color; one of today's was two blues, shirt and vest, doing nothing but standing there, mouth open. This was preceded by an operative making a corner and spitting as he did so.
Another of these was outside the building where I take Qi Gong; a blonde woman was in a dark red anorak with black panels, standing on the sidewalk for no reason, and I passed within 6' of her as I walked by. Some 30' away, another blonde woman in a brown coat was accessing the trunk of her Nissan Altima. This might have been an incidence of attempting to capture "blonde aura" close in and somehow equate/measure it to the "blonde aura" of the woman farther away. Not a convincing rationale to be sure, and I am only adding this as speculation as to what I witness in all the improbable circumstances of behavior, juxtaposition and timing that I see or am otherwise involved in.
The new theory/method, likely supplied (a planted mind fuck notion), is to classify all the objects that I see as having favorable or unfavorable psychic associations. This might be why they add an ugly color to the aformentioned woman's clothing (brown is ugly to me for the most part,- i.e. unfavored), while she (favored) is proximate to a vehicle that I find aesthically pleasing (favored) with blonde colored hair (favored) and somehow is to be correlated that to the blonde (favored) woman who was closer in the red coat (unfavored color). This is all too theoretical, though I did find some dense theory on this from a book (detailed below) that I never purchased but "found" in my shelves at the last residence.
This might be why the Audis A6, A8 and TT which I thought looked so sharp (wholly favored aesthetic appeal) now (2007 model year) have redesigned grills that look ugly (unfavored). Again, I don't know what the perps get from this, but the degree of occurences of these type of events is too frequent to ignore. I have mentioned this particular example in past blog postings, especially in reference to Volvos.
As mentioned in past blogs, I have no or minimal ideas as to why I (or the perps) favor some colors over others, and the best reason that I can supply, based on one incident that I know happened, was when I was two years old (the brown one). The associaton is that there seems to be some early childhood traumatizations in deep neural structures, likely related to the perps' fuckery, that they are attempting to unravel.
And these long ago color-traumatization associations the perps seem to be hunting for (or are eliciting) are getting in the way of what they want to do next. What that is exactly I don't know, but remediation isn't out of charity as they could leave me alone and not play these games as I am fine like how I am and don't need any intrusive psychopathic white knight to play fuckover games. I have been fucked with enough; pass the dough and stay out of my life, as the perps have fucked it enough.
The above mentioned reference to a book that might explain a significant amount of the perps' behavior and set ups is titled; "The Dimensional Structure of Consciousness" by Samuel Avery. It is the book that "somehow" arrived on my shelf and I don't know how. Anyone who can figure out his descriptions of physical and quantum screens, dilations in time, space and mass etc. is welcome to help me out, as his few examples are relevant to what the perps do.
One of the perps' games is to noisestalk me everytime I spread (and I am being noisestalked now as I write this), the contents onto tortilla while in the fry pan; tapenade or guacamole, cooked chicken and cheese on top. Likewise, another round of noisestalking is scripted when I cut the tortilla into four (more of same noisestalking noise as I type this- identical loud mufflered sports cars), as the noisestalking is greatest when the sections are physically separated. There was a reference in Avery's book about aggregation and de-aggregation and that there are associated quantum energies with the represenations of physicality. Anyhow, I don't understand it, and in keeping with past perp "gimmes", where they lead or give me an explanatory reference, it is too densely written for me to grasp. And this learning disability is a perp created one that is documented in 1960 from grade-wide testing, and my parents never told me. Fucking sick and depressing.
I am getting extremely pissed at the typo fuckery that is going on, never mind the syntactical "mistakes" that are happening in substantially more profusion than ever before.
Another choice mindfuck stunt is to have me select a Firefox (within application) tab instead of an open application box from the horizontal bar at the bottom of the Windows display. Until a few months ago this was never perturbed, if I wanted a tab, that is what I selected. Now, the perps routinely mindfuck me into selecting a tab instead of a new application or vice versa and it goes on all the time. This is yet another mental ability that is now remotely fuckable which wasn't before. It is difficult to fit that in a clinical model but I am waiting to hear should they actually read this, and that would be a first.
1630h
More hallway tromping noise outside my door, at least two passes. This occured in concert with my LCD display going blank (totally black) while at the very same instant, "I" was clicking the mouse and the fridge also sounded off with a concurrent clicking noise.
1745h
I was bookmarking some movies to see if I ever am allowed out of purgatory, which includes a never-before typo mindfuck assault as I attempt to key this in. The noise flurries are on again, as this is the pre-dinner run-up for noise to then re-associate (correlate) while digesting my food after dinner. This is the stuff that turns on the perps for whatever reason, though there are about a hundred others or more, this one is three or more times per day.
And I got a phone message from my caseworker to say that she tried to call me earlier this week but the messaging service wasn't working. Why does she pump out this bullshit, or at least that is how I see it as it was working two days later. She is responding to a phone message I left a week ago, and when I returned the call, she is not working today (she claims, but in fact phoned me as part of her work). And she has the amazing timing to phone during the 1.5 hours I wasn't here, but at Qi Gong. And also the amazing ability to not catch me answering the phone during the remainder of the week in person as I am here most of the time. It is this constant stream of utter bullshit that makes me wonder if the perps aren't losing it, as in gone organizationally nuts, aka, gone to Abilene. (That is, making a group decision that makes no sense, and a decision that most rational individuals would discard as absurd or irrelevant).
And as it "happens", the aforementioned caseworker phoned while above paragraph was being composed, right in the middle of capturing the link address.
Time to make dinner as premptive move to shut down the noisestalking for awhile.
2005h
The noisescape is increasing, especially the human voice noise, and it seems this blogging is meant to be noisestalked especially. Time to give this one a rest.
2235h
A [missing text for some reason, 12-2007], with an overhead tapping, but the first noise in quite some time. In fact, this past hour has almost been normal, without the noisescape, save the PC and its vibrational noise, like that of an oscillating fan. The noise/planted intrusion is attributed to the PC's case panel, the section that will slide off. Another job to do; remove all the connections and pull the side off and look at the connection/fittings to attempt to dampen it down. This seems like another "regular project", an introduced hassle every few months. All one does is take away the excuses every so often.
Time to blog off and call it a day, and like most days, it is sufferance for the unaccountable gutless assholes running my existence.
The typos have already started even when keying in the above time, and when fixing it, the vehicle horn beep sounded, one of many contributors to the overall noisescape.
I walked to Qi Gong today and joined the shills and operatives in gently exercising myself and gathering chi. The games were all around me again, though the most prominent was placing an Asian girl next to me, and then have her following me out to and down the elevators afterward.
At the end of class they all seemed to hang back excepting her, and egress was blocked by the ever increasing obliviousness act of having shills/operatives stand in the center of the throughway and have me remind them with an "excuse me" which causes them to shift some, but not a lot. The same stunt is occuring more often and there was an earlier incident on the street by a bus stop when walking to the class. There was no bus in sight, and this navy blue coated dude was walking 30' ahead of me and then stopped in mid sidewalk beside the bus stop, constricting egress by establishing himself between the bus stop pole and the bus shelter, back facing me. Then he put on the pissed act when I gave him the requisite "excuse me", as if my request was unreasonable. More like; you dithering idiot; plugging public access on the sidewalks by beligerently stationing yourself at a constriction point and contriving ignorance by feigning to be unaware of others coming directly behind you. (And when this set up was scripted in the first place).
And it is motorized bicycle day in Victoria; this occured after passing an improbable line of gangstalkers at a bus shelter following Qi Gong, all lined up and "in color", and again constricting my egress by establishing themselves outside the bus shelter and on the sidewalk, this time deigning to notice me. And as I passed the group at the above mentioned same constriction point of the sidewalk, a motorized bicycle passed by with a deep red metallic colored pannier (box) on the back.
Only 3 minutes later in my walk at the next intersection, another shill/operative was on the same make and model of motorized bicycle on the sidewalk no less, again constricting my egress between the bicycle and the steel railing on the other side. This time the pannier was a metallic mid grey color, and the perps made sure to have me vocalizing about the stupidity of the rider in putting this thing on the sidewalk when there was adequate room on the road.
Once back at this room/cell, what shows up in the online news? Why an article on motorized bicycles.
And in this city of significant accomodation for bicycle lanes, that still does not stop them from riding them on the sidewalks which they nearly always do at least once per outing. Even if the bicycle lane is beside the sidewalk. In another variation today, and an all-time first, the perps put on an operative walking down the center of a street 60' ahead of me. This was a back street granted, though it is heavily trafficked when I am "in-residence", but somehow, no vehicles came while this deep red anoraked backpacker walked in mid-street. Fucking absurd.
For my 50 minute round trip walk mostly along thoroughfares the perps put on a constant rush hour level of traffic volumes, color grouped, vehicle type grouped, and in formations. I reckon this was 500 - 800 vehicles. Often they will have a gap in traffic and then run a cluster toward or behind me. The deep red metallic color is still playing big, and there was more ambulatory gangstalker clothing color to proximate vehicle color coordination. E.g. the lime green vehicle coming from the side street and pulling ahead of me to make a turn, followed by a grey colored vehicle with the driver wearing a lime green coat.
I also get more ambulatory gangstalkers on "just stand there" duty looking exceptionally stupid. Often these ones are wearing two tones of the same color; one of today's was two blues, shirt and vest, doing nothing but standing there, mouth open. This was preceded by an operative making a corner and spitting as he did so.
Another of these was outside the building where I take Qi Gong; a blonde woman was in a dark red anorak with black panels, standing on the sidewalk for no reason, and I passed within 6' of her as I walked by. Some 30' away, another blonde woman in a brown coat was accessing the trunk of her Nissan Altima. This might have been an incidence of attempting to capture "blonde aura" close in and somehow equate/measure it to the "blonde aura" of the woman farther away. Not a convincing rationale to be sure, and I am only adding this as speculation as to what I witness in all the improbable circumstances of behavior, juxtaposition and timing that I see or am otherwise involved in.
The new theory/method, likely supplied (a planted mind fuck notion), is to classify all the objects that I see as having favorable or unfavorable psychic associations. This might be why they add an ugly color to the aformentioned woman's clothing (brown is ugly to me for the most part,- i.e. unfavored), while she (favored) is proximate to a vehicle that I find aesthically pleasing (favored) with blonde colored hair (favored) and somehow is to be correlated that to the blonde (favored) woman who was closer in the red coat (unfavored color). This is all too theoretical, though I did find some dense theory on this from a book (detailed below) that I never purchased but "found" in my shelves at the last residence.
This might be why the Audis A6, A8 and TT which I thought looked so sharp (wholly favored aesthetic appeal) now (2007 model year) have redesigned grills that look ugly (unfavored). Again, I don't know what the perps get from this, but the degree of occurences of these type of events is too frequent to ignore. I have mentioned this particular example in past blog postings, especially in reference to Volvos.
As mentioned in past blogs, I have no or minimal ideas as to why I (or the perps) favor some colors over others, and the best reason that I can supply, based on one incident that I know happened, was when I was two years old (the brown one). The associaton is that there seems to be some early childhood traumatizations in deep neural structures, likely related to the perps' fuckery, that they are attempting to unravel.
And these long ago color-traumatization associations the perps seem to be hunting for (or are eliciting) are getting in the way of what they want to do next. What that is exactly I don't know, but remediation isn't out of charity as they could leave me alone and not play these games as I am fine like how I am and don't need any intrusive psychopathic white knight to play fuckover games. I have been fucked with enough; pass the dough and stay out of my life, as the perps have fucked it enough.
The above mentioned reference to a book that might explain a significant amount of the perps' behavior and set ups is titled; "The Dimensional Structure of Consciousness" by Samuel Avery. It is the book that "somehow" arrived on my shelf and I don't know how. Anyone who can figure out his descriptions of physical and quantum screens, dilations in time, space and mass etc. is welcome to help me out, as his few examples are relevant to what the perps do.
One of the perps' games is to noisestalk me everytime I spread (and I am being noisestalked now as I write this), the contents onto tortilla while in the fry pan; tapenade or guacamole, cooked chicken and cheese on top. Likewise, another round of noisestalking is scripted when I cut the tortilla into four (more of same noisestalking noise as I type this- identical loud mufflered sports cars), as the noisestalking is greatest when the sections are physically separated. There was a reference in Avery's book about aggregation and de-aggregation and that there are associated quantum energies with the represenations of physicality. Anyhow, I don't understand it, and in keeping with past perp "gimmes", where they lead or give me an explanatory reference, it is too densely written for me to grasp. And this learning disability is a perp created one that is documented in 1960 from grade-wide testing, and my parents never told me. Fucking sick and depressing.
I am getting extremely pissed at the typo fuckery that is going on, never mind the syntactical "mistakes" that are happening in substantially more profusion than ever before.
Another choice mindfuck stunt is to have me select a Firefox (within application) tab instead of an open application box from the horizontal bar at the bottom of the Windows display. Until a few months ago this was never perturbed, if I wanted a tab, that is what I selected. Now, the perps routinely mindfuck me into selecting a tab instead of a new application or vice versa and it goes on all the time. This is yet another mental ability that is now remotely fuckable which wasn't before. It is difficult to fit that in a clinical model but I am waiting to hear should they actually read this, and that would be a first.
1630h
More hallway tromping noise outside my door, at least two passes. This occured in concert with my LCD display going blank (totally black) while at the very same instant, "I" was clicking the mouse and the fridge also sounded off with a concurrent clicking noise.
1745h
I was bookmarking some movies to see if I ever am allowed out of purgatory, which includes a never-before typo mindfuck assault as I attempt to key this in. The noise flurries are on again, as this is the pre-dinner run-up for noise to then re-associate (correlate) while digesting my food after dinner. This is the stuff that turns on the perps for whatever reason, though there are about a hundred others or more, this one is three or more times per day.
And I got a phone message from my caseworker to say that she tried to call me earlier this week but the messaging service wasn't working. Why does she pump out this bullshit, or at least that is how I see it as it was working two days later. She is responding to a phone message I left a week ago, and when I returned the call, she is not working today (she claims, but in fact phoned me as part of her work). And she has the amazing timing to phone during the 1.5 hours I wasn't here, but at Qi Gong. And also the amazing ability to not catch me answering the phone during the remainder of the week in person as I am here most of the time. It is this constant stream of utter bullshit that makes me wonder if the perps aren't losing it, as in gone organizationally nuts, aka, gone to Abilene. (That is, making a group decision that makes no sense, and a decision that most rational individuals would discard as absurd or irrelevant).
And as it "happens", the aforementioned caseworker phoned while above paragraph was being composed, right in the middle of capturing the link address.
Time to make dinner as premptive move to shut down the noisestalking for awhile.
2005h
The noisescape is increasing, especially the human voice noise, and it seems this blogging is meant to be noisestalked especially. Time to give this one a rest.
2235h
A [missing text for some reason, 12-2007], with an overhead tapping, but the first noise in quite some time. In fact, this past hour has almost been normal, without the noisescape, save the PC and its vibrational noise, like that of an oscillating fan. The noise/planted intrusion is attributed to the PC's case panel, the section that will slide off. Another job to do; remove all the connections and pull the side off and look at the connection/fittings to attempt to dampen it down. This seems like another "regular project", an introduced hassle every few months. All one does is take away the excuses every so often.
Time to blog off and call it a day, and like most days, it is sufferance for the unaccountable gutless assholes running my existence.
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