09-29-2019
And what new deranged email access blocking stupidity has Yahoo come up with? I am to verify that I am who I am; everything is OK, I got my password right, then had to verify my alternate email which I never use, the one that Google foisted on me. And lo, Yahoo claims I was sent a verification code and I never got it. (I tried many times). Like WTF; I am blocked from my Yahoo email because of some bone-headed stunt over a "verification code" that I never received because of an association with an email address that Yahoo wishes to make for this same email address that I never wanted in the first place. Even Kafka never concieved of something so bizarre.
Well done Yahoo; only MS and Google do stupider techo-tautologies than you, but you are joining their rank. How about you send me this all important verification code to my cell phone text instead, something that I do use? Or, how about testing this inanity first, or perhaps that is the point; how to piss off your customer base.
Sunday, and supposedly a day of rest, but I had a lot to do. My L thumb is bothering me with some pain, and certainly reduced function. This has come on in the last three weeks after some prior months of sensation, but nothing bothersome. And if that weren't enough, I have an all-body pain, as if someone were walking up and down my back in the night. My rib muscles are sore and I have at least 20% reduced flexibility. And instead of one imposed ailment following another, why, they are now beginning to lap them. That is, before one is done, the next is coming on. Go fuck yourselves.
Anyhow, by dint of huge fluke, I got into the walk-in clinic yesterday with no waiting. Normally a two hour wait on Saturdays, and one had best be there at the crack of 0900h, opening time, as there are already some 8 to 10 others at the door. But "for some reason", no one was in the waiting room. Good thing too, as I forgot to bring a book. Anyhow, the doctor treated my forehead lesion, in the area that had skin surgery in 02-2019, with cold nitrogen, so we shall see how that goes. I also asked him about my L hand pain, and he ordered an Xray for it. It was news to me that an Xray could see arthritis, but he said it can, and so I will.
That is, whenever I can get to the medical imaging department as I am working 10.5 hour days, and then travel another hour back from the job site. I am digging holes at the foundations for a house that needs its carport leveled. Another one of those situations where the builders just don't do a good job of foundation preparation, and once they have scooted, the Home Owners Warranty fund gets stiffed. In the case of this house, it was lifted under the Warranty, but the garage has dropped after the warranty ran out. We got a real weekend this time, because the forecast was for rain all weekend, and it would of turned our diggings into a mudbath.
Which meant that got onto all manner of errands and chores these two days past, as getting spare time when other businesses are open is going to be a rarity. Hair cut, leg wax, ditch the recycling at the depot, dump the unneeded stuff at Value Village and otherwise pour it on. At some point yesterday afternoon I got sacked with a motivational lapse, and then putzed around online. Today, I got my landlord's weeding done, and even waxed and cleaned the inside of my vehicle. I like to wax my vehicle twice a year, but with this dreary and wet September, when one ordinarily can get a tan, I was pondering that I may get shut out. That would be in accordance with the Psychopathic imperative that no good habit goes unsabotaged. And with a forecast for rain for half the day, I thought I was about to be shafted. But somehow, it held off all day, and I got the job done. And even had the motivation to clean the inside for all the dust and accumulated debris. Not only that, I got to clean the wheels for the first time. Normally they sack me with demotivation after the vehicle body is waxed, and have me clean the interior weeks later. But to my surprise I got all this done, the second time ever in seven years (14 wax applications) of car ownership during this 17 year long (and continuing) Fuckover.
And what has the world come to when the Grey Lady, The New York Times, keeps a blatantly racist reporter on the editorial board, only recently demoted to a subsidary. An Asian woman by the name of Sarah Jeong dumps on whites, and this is OK by the NYT editorial board. That she is Harvard educated lawyer adds that extra bit of high perversity to a rag that is sadly in need of a credibility fix. (The NYT has been long seen by TI's a protector of the Psychopaths, not interested in objectivity by any means.) Change the race, skin color and lo, we have something that would not of been permitted even 50 years ago. I suppose this might be the straw that broke the camel's back for some, but the NYT needs to get a grip on reality and exercise editorial leadership instead of pandering to the latest (or requested) hate mongering fashion. Disgraceful in the least; and possibly a stunt that will save a lot of trees when the presses stop.
A short post this week as I have been so tired from my long working days, which are likely to continue for two more months.
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Sunday, September 29, 2019
Monday, July 14, 2014
Four Forgets to Start Me Up
04-08-2014
Tuesday, and what is it about the perps that have gone near berserk of late? They fucked me into four "forgets", some of which I carry around me all day; wallet, phone, work belt with pruners, turning the air conditioner off when leaving for the day.
I was doing my side job after work, (another vineyard) and was paid there, the owner bringing me an envelope with all the particulars, me being her first employee. And her family came too, and I met her husband as well, because they were headed to join the family that sold them the vineyard recently (and continue to do their tractor work). I suppose one could call it a family gangstalk when getting paid in a vineyard (the work site). And why all these variations and permutations on getting paid for work, another financial transaction? And we know who is particularly nuts when it comes to applying disruptions, stunts, stalkers and all else whenever I make a financial transaction, from online, bus fare, coin slots, sending a check in the mail, to the more usual debit card at as checkout.
After the side job ended for the evening at 1900h, there was constant vehicular traffic on/around me, and then a dead obvious lead-ahead vehicular stalker at the bank, so I took off for the other branch, a mile or so away. I was all by my myself at this new wonderful ATM design (no deposit envelopes; OMG the ATM designers finally got it) and a touch screen instead of fixed buttons is OK, (though not as a brilliant design stroke as the first mentioned improvement). And a scan image of the deposited check one one's reciept,- another brilliant stroke (not kidding). Finally some decent ergonomic design and supporting technology makes it to ATM machines. Then when nearly done, three parties arrive some 30 seconds apart. Talk about hounded.
Though, usually, ergonomic design takes a turn for the worse whenever I come across so-called improvements. Which is clearly in the perps domain, as they like to piss me off at every instance, and all the better if it is a financial transaction.
All workday I was hedging vines at the vineyard. And it so "happens", I learned from my perp abetting mother, my farm worker friend in Victoria (now running a landscape business) is hedging my mother's hedges a few days ago. Another managed coincidence again?
At the specialty food store, a blonde fat girl came to the till "just for me", one of those cashier swaps that go on all too often to be a coincidence
07-11-2014
On my way to the side job vineyard there was a guard rail that was broken and damaged next to the sidewalk, and it had the yellow caution tape on it to warn. No other emergency vehicles or police were about, so I assumed it occured in the prior 24 hours. But as it "so happened" when I coming back some two hours later, single lane alternating traffic was controlled by flag-persons, and next to the sidewalk was an oversized tow truck, suspending a damaged metallic maroon (deep red) vehicle from a pair of straps. I suppose it had just been "rescued" from the embankment on the other side of the former guardrail, and the timing was such that I got to drive by at the moment before it was put down onto the deck of the tow truck. This would be one such example of the perps arranging to have both of their favorite props in the form of one stunt' vehicles towed, (rear wheels down or on a flat deck), and to have post-vehicular accidents on display.
07-10-2014
Much screaming at the perps tonight, not too different of late (last 6 weeks). It is very predictable; when I arrive in my residence, when I am about to start this here PC, when taking a crap, when making dinner etc. Any kind of transitional event of location, direction, activity or pending energetic signature changes, (e.g. ingesting food, changing footwear or clothes). Usually they cause things to jump from my hands, send me to the wrong drawer or cupboard, have things spill, have crumbs arrive from nowhere, and many ten's of domestic fuckery games.
Hedging vines today, again with the boss man driving. Yesterday he was in one of his terse moods, not saying much and giving incomplete or misunderstood instructions. Why is it I so often get stiffed with workplace wackos, the very antithesis of the Fast Company featured companies that seem so on top of it, and can change their plans on a dime without heavy ego investment or foot-dragging players? Maybe it is a mythical ideal, that doesn't really exist because the perps have a sandbagging crew in place everywhere I go.
Why is it that my email is now getting screwed with all the more. Until 2013 I got to my yahoo.ca email no problem in Firefox, my browser of choice. Then it got stripped of graphics and all the links in text only went down the L side, a totally unreadable abomination. Then I used IE and that worked fine until about four months ago with the same strange stripped down and dysfunctional appearance. Then Chrome came through OK, and as of today, it is totally useless, going to some strange page from the Yahoo page (which is presented OK).
06-12-2014
Saturday, and that means laundry day, this time at the non-freak laundromat, though it means coursing through more traffic and a roundabout. Said laundromat male owner of some two weeks, and who I hadn't seen before, does the "walk at me" stunt first thing in the door, as if he was some kind of threat or making it seem so. Fucking weird I get this stalk stunt at least 4x per week. I suppose any MKULTRA child subject would be quite adverse to males coming in too fast and too close. The guy seemed friendly enough as it turned out, and new washing machines are on pallets awaiting connections to be made operational. And of note, the same manufacturer of the washers and dryers at the freak show laundromat I habituated until recently.
And did I mention how often the perps want me to be near or on pallets, these ever ubiquitous objects of trade that must confer wood, and likely too, earth energies into the objects on the pallets, with some kind of distance dependent energetic qualities, as the objects/surfaces at the top of the pallet load would not have the same degree of energetic absorbance as those at the base of the pallet load. And also, two steel pedestals were also display at this laundromat, so no doubt once the new laundry machines are mounted on them, the energetic qualities of the pedestal are conferred to the washing machine will change. And from that, the energetic properties conferred to the washing, especially as it is spinning, is likely of intense perps interest.
And they do love to stalk me at laundromats, and mess with the availability of fragrance free detergents. I cannot seem to get any, meaning that I get dithered into not knowing what I am looking at, or else that particular type gets teleported away until I am long gone. And it "so happened" that this current detergent, promoted on the side of the vessel as fragrance free, just plain assed smells of something. Or were the perps dithering my sense of smell last week to provide the rationale for me to switch to an irregularly worn top for yoga that was not included in this particular load of "fragrant-awful" laundering. Don't know, and don't care, just leave me the fuck alone, which they NEVER DO.
The vehicular gangstalking intensity increased at the three laundromat trips progressed. They even put on a motorcyle who was in the R lane to make a R turn to follow the highway, to then change two lanes to the left so he could pull up beside me, even if he was 6' past the stop line. And of course the traffic control lights were arranged for me to experience the maximum duration next to this infernal HD noise racket, so I decided to plug my ears so this blocked the noise. Or at least, until he revved it up while in neutral, just what I needed to hear.
Later, after food shopping, they put on a motorcycle escort behind of me of at least 6 motorbikes, mostly the noise-prolific HD (and most loathed noise of all time IMHO).
Mostly a domestic day this Saturday, as these side jobs haven't given me any time off over the past three weekends. I got my projects going, the infernal server rack being one. I had some aluminum plate to cut to get it into the bottom of the server rack to prevent anything falling down below the pedestal. The perps screwed with my cognition some 5 times in succession while taking measurements, which meant notching out (using a hacksaw) the corners 5x. I was fucking infuriated to get messed with like this. Though, they did this long ago during my wood working days in the late 1980's, and I never could figure out how I got some measurements so utterly wrong. They were dithering me then too I have come to conclude.
The perps let me buy salad at the farmer's market today, the first time I have had it since 01-2014 when at the First Feral Family house and my perp abetting mother. Salad was an 2x/week food item until 2005 when they nixed it from my regular diet and I had it infrequently then, sometimes buying it occasionally from the farm I was working at.
As usual, they swarmed me there with "coming at me" stunters/stalkers again, so all I did was go to the first farmers stall with salad greens, picked up some spring onions and got the fuck out of there. Very often none of the 30+ food market vendors have no salad mixes, which I have come to suspect was arranged. Not this time, and no major searching needed for once.
07-13-2014
Sunday, and I decided to take a hike to McIntyre Bluff. As it "happened", there was cycling road race that took one lane, and so oncoming traffic was in the L passing lane for the S bound traffic. Lots of flag-persons too, sometimes holding up the main highway traffic. And only one other hiker on this trail, when there usually at least 10 other parties, sometimes all arranged in the opposite direction.
And so it was arranged that the above hike was during the World Cup soccer final game. No coincidence that, as for the last three years, the perps have screwed me out of seeing the Stanley Cup final games, arranging me to driving about shopping when most are at home and watching the game on their TV. I don't know what the perps get from this, having me miss big sports events on TV, but it has been too consistent to be anything but arranged.
07-14-2014
Monday, and after varied duties at the vineyard, I was assigned to picking cherries from the one tree. Arranging red fruit picking under the tree, same red fruit in me and lo, if the perps didn't pull a big coincident stunt by arranging a hemorrhoid like condition that I came learn of at the end of the day. Then two more once I got back to my residence, and I decided that going to yoga was asking for more of the same trouble. A mess and mass of red today.
Anyhow, enough gruesome tales from this rabbit hole, and onto posting this.
Tuesday, and what is it about the perps that have gone near berserk of late? They fucked me into four "forgets", some of which I carry around me all day; wallet, phone, work belt with pruners, turning the air conditioner off when leaving for the day.
I was doing my side job after work, (another vineyard) and was paid there, the owner bringing me an envelope with all the particulars, me being her first employee. And her family came too, and I met her husband as well, because they were headed to join the family that sold them the vineyard recently (and continue to do their tractor work). I suppose one could call it a family gangstalk when getting paid in a vineyard (the work site). And why all these variations and permutations on getting paid for work, another financial transaction? And we know who is particularly nuts when it comes to applying disruptions, stunts, stalkers and all else whenever I make a financial transaction, from online, bus fare, coin slots, sending a check in the mail, to the more usual debit card at as checkout.
After the side job ended for the evening at 1900h, there was constant vehicular traffic on/around me, and then a dead obvious lead-ahead vehicular stalker at the bank, so I took off for the other branch, a mile or so away. I was all by my myself at this new wonderful ATM design (no deposit envelopes; OMG the ATM designers finally got it) and a touch screen instead of fixed buttons is OK, (though not as a brilliant design stroke as the first mentioned improvement). And a scan image of the deposited check one one's reciept,- another brilliant stroke (not kidding). Finally some decent ergonomic design and supporting technology makes it to ATM machines. Then when nearly done, three parties arrive some 30 seconds apart. Talk about hounded.
Though, usually, ergonomic design takes a turn for the worse whenever I come across so-called improvements. Which is clearly in the perps domain, as they like to piss me off at every instance, and all the better if it is a financial transaction.
All workday I was hedging vines at the vineyard. And it so "happens", I learned from my perp abetting mother, my farm worker friend in Victoria (now running a landscape business) is hedging my mother's hedges a few days ago. Another managed coincidence again?
At the specialty food store, a blonde fat girl came to the till "just for me", one of those cashier swaps that go on all too often to be a coincidence
07-11-2014
On my way to the side job vineyard there was a guard rail that was broken and damaged next to the sidewalk, and it had the yellow caution tape on it to warn. No other emergency vehicles or police were about, so I assumed it occured in the prior 24 hours. But as it "so happened" when I coming back some two hours later, single lane alternating traffic was controlled by flag-persons, and next to the sidewalk was an oversized tow truck, suspending a damaged metallic maroon (deep red) vehicle from a pair of straps. I suppose it had just been "rescued" from the embankment on the other side of the former guardrail, and the timing was such that I got to drive by at the moment before it was put down onto the deck of the tow truck. This would be one such example of the perps arranging to have both of their favorite props in the form of one stunt' vehicles towed, (rear wheels down or on a flat deck), and to have post-vehicular accidents on display.
07-10-2014
Much screaming at the perps tonight, not too different of late (last 6 weeks). It is very predictable; when I arrive in my residence, when I am about to start this here PC, when taking a crap, when making dinner etc. Any kind of transitional event of location, direction, activity or pending energetic signature changes, (e.g. ingesting food, changing footwear or clothes). Usually they cause things to jump from my hands, send me to the wrong drawer or cupboard, have things spill, have crumbs arrive from nowhere, and many ten's of domestic fuckery games.
Hedging vines today, again with the boss man driving. Yesterday he was in one of his terse moods, not saying much and giving incomplete or misunderstood instructions. Why is it I so often get stiffed with workplace wackos, the very antithesis of the Fast Company featured companies that seem so on top of it, and can change their plans on a dime without heavy ego investment or foot-dragging players? Maybe it is a mythical ideal, that doesn't really exist because the perps have a sandbagging crew in place everywhere I go.
Why is it that my email is now getting screwed with all the more. Until 2013 I got to my yahoo.ca email no problem in Firefox, my browser of choice. Then it got stripped of graphics and all the links in text only went down the L side, a totally unreadable abomination. Then I used IE and that worked fine until about four months ago with the same strange stripped down and dysfunctional appearance. Then Chrome came through OK, and as of today, it is totally useless, going to some strange page from the Yahoo page (which is presented OK).
06-12-2014
Saturday, and that means laundry day, this time at the non-freak laundromat, though it means coursing through more traffic and a roundabout. Said laundromat male owner of some two weeks, and who I hadn't seen before, does the "walk at me" stunt first thing in the door, as if he was some kind of threat or making it seem so. Fucking weird I get this stalk stunt at least 4x per week. I suppose any MKULTRA child subject would be quite adverse to males coming in too fast and too close. The guy seemed friendly enough as it turned out, and new washing machines are on pallets awaiting connections to be made operational. And of note, the same manufacturer of the washers and dryers at the freak show laundromat I habituated until recently.
And did I mention how often the perps want me to be near or on pallets, these ever ubiquitous objects of trade that must confer wood, and likely too, earth energies into the objects on the pallets, with some kind of distance dependent energetic qualities, as the objects/surfaces at the top of the pallet load would not have the same degree of energetic absorbance as those at the base of the pallet load. And also, two steel pedestals were also display at this laundromat, so no doubt once the new laundry machines are mounted on them, the energetic qualities of the pedestal are conferred to the washing machine will change. And from that, the energetic properties conferred to the washing, especially as it is spinning, is likely of intense perps interest.
And they do love to stalk me at laundromats, and mess with the availability of fragrance free detergents. I cannot seem to get any, meaning that I get dithered into not knowing what I am looking at, or else that particular type gets teleported away until I am long gone. And it "so happened" that this current detergent, promoted on the side of the vessel as fragrance free, just plain assed smells of something. Or were the perps dithering my sense of smell last week to provide the rationale for me to switch to an irregularly worn top for yoga that was not included in this particular load of "fragrant-awful" laundering. Don't know, and don't care, just leave me the fuck alone, which they NEVER DO.
The vehicular gangstalking intensity increased at the three laundromat trips progressed. They even put on a motorcyle who was in the R lane to make a R turn to follow the highway, to then change two lanes to the left so he could pull up beside me, even if he was 6' past the stop line. And of course the traffic control lights were arranged for me to experience the maximum duration next to this infernal HD noise racket, so I decided to plug my ears so this blocked the noise. Or at least, until he revved it up while in neutral, just what I needed to hear.
Later, after food shopping, they put on a motorcycle escort behind of me of at least 6 motorbikes, mostly the noise-prolific HD (and most loathed noise of all time IMHO).
Mostly a domestic day this Saturday, as these side jobs haven't given me any time off over the past three weekends. I got my projects going, the infernal server rack being one. I had some aluminum plate to cut to get it into the bottom of the server rack to prevent anything falling down below the pedestal. The perps screwed with my cognition some 5 times in succession while taking measurements, which meant notching out (using a hacksaw) the corners 5x. I was fucking infuriated to get messed with like this. Though, they did this long ago during my wood working days in the late 1980's, and I never could figure out how I got some measurements so utterly wrong. They were dithering me then too I have come to conclude.
The perps let me buy salad at the farmer's market today, the first time I have had it since 01-2014 when at the First Feral Family house and my perp abetting mother. Salad was an 2x/week food item until 2005 when they nixed it from my regular diet and I had it infrequently then, sometimes buying it occasionally from the farm I was working at.
As usual, they swarmed me there with "coming at me" stunters/stalkers again, so all I did was go to the first farmers stall with salad greens, picked up some spring onions and got the fuck out of there. Very often none of the 30+ food market vendors have no salad mixes, which I have come to suspect was arranged. Not this time, and no major searching needed for once.
07-13-2014
Sunday, and I decided to take a hike to McIntyre Bluff. As it "happened", there was cycling road race that took one lane, and so oncoming traffic was in the L passing lane for the S bound traffic. Lots of flag-persons too, sometimes holding up the main highway traffic. And only one other hiker on this trail, when there usually at least 10 other parties, sometimes all arranged in the opposite direction.
And so it was arranged that the above hike was during the World Cup soccer final game. No coincidence that, as for the last three years, the perps have screwed me out of seeing the Stanley Cup final games, arranging me to driving about shopping when most are at home and watching the game on their TV. I don't know what the perps get from this, having me miss big sports events on TV, but it has been too consistent to be anything but arranged.
07-14-2014
Monday, and after varied duties at the vineyard, I was assigned to picking cherries from the one tree. Arranging red fruit picking under the tree, same red fruit in me and lo, if the perps didn't pull a big coincident stunt by arranging a hemorrhoid like condition that I came learn of at the end of the day. Then two more once I got back to my residence, and I decided that going to yoga was asking for more of the same trouble. A mess and mass of red today.
Anyhow, enough gruesome tales from this rabbit hole, and onto posting this.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Dull and Almost Normal
02-17-2014
Vineyard work after doing fence repairs to stop the dog getting out. The perps befuddled me twice to cut the wrong cane for the entire afternoon, which is considerably less than last year. They hacked me (a forced "forget") into cutting the wrong cane at least every other plant, and for sure at the end of a row. Needless to say, I was extremely pissed each time this occurred, but for once, the perps have backed off this particular real time memory manipulations.
Ditto for toilet travails; 2013 marks the first year they did not plug the toilet nearly everytime, and for the latter half of 2013 year, it was reversed; 99% no problem, unlike the previous ten years, when it was a 99% occurence they would block the toilet. Funny how that "happens".
Yoga; they slipped this sloppy shorted long hair male next to me at the last minute before class. One could tell he wasn't too clued in about what to do, and funny how it "happens" that these newbie folks end up in an advanced class. At least two tattoo-ed women in class, having them peek out from their garments. I suppose the next affront is to have a tattoo-ed instructor, but hopefully they won't change out the cute pixie instructor any time soon.
Another alarm clock attack in the night; I set it, and when in bed, I checked it again, and it was still set. Later, at about 30 min. past the set alarm time I was awakened, thought that it was a little too light outside, and looked at the clock to find the assholes had turned the alarm off. This is the second time in two weeks, and they would never do this if they wanted me to get up late, but instead, force me into sleeping again. They have many ways to screw a victim into not getting up on time, and messing with the alarm clock itself wasn't done until recently. I have no idea why they are choosing this method of forced late get-up times, a stunt that usually erupts early in the year and doesn't happen until the next year. That is, when they want you to be seen as reliable; if they want to screw you out of a job then get-up sabotage will happen.
02-18-2014
Stuck my in L thumb tip with a powered corkscrew; and of course the wretched design makes one need to grab the cork to hold it so the power handle can rotate to release it, and lo, if a finger fumbling eruption didn't occur along with being oblivious to the danger and before I knew it, pain from my thumb. The perps have had the oblivious to danger or injury under control for a long time; about 1996 or so when a commercial wood working tenant gave me free use of his stationary power equipment. When using the belt sander, "somehow" (har, har) I did not realize the danger of getting one's fingers close to the belt, and lo if I my finger didn't contact it; I tried to remove my finger as fast as possible, but for some reason dithered at the moment when immediate action was required. I had a 2-3mm flat spot on the end of one finger tip, having gone through the skin layer. I duly bandaged it and all the rest of first aid care, and fully expected my healed finger tip to be flattened to reflect its new shape, but no, it recovered fully with finger prints and all. I could never figure that one out until all this extra-conventional abuse reared its head, then all the oddities started to make sense.
02-19-2014
And why is this infernal Chrome version of my email sending me an email just after I sent it to a single respondent? Talk about confusing, and then it screws with the date that it was sent, moving it back a day when it was sent today? Who is fucking with my email and derives some kind of idiotic pleasure by scrambling the sequential order in which they would be, and FUD-ing me as to whether it was truly sent or not? Isn't it enough mendacious inanity to mess with the email counter and having the counter of Inbox emails wrong for weeks until it self-corrects somehow? I had this going on a work in decades past, and could never figure out why it only happened to me at the time. Glitch Coincidences it could be called.
02-20-2014
Back to abnormal and not dull with at least 20 screamings at the perps this evening since I got back after winery work. And also, at least that many there in low volume infuriation mode, as well as drawing blood from my L ring finger knuckle. Things like having me put bottles in the boxes upside down instead of neck up, which I have been doing for two prior days. (It is a uncork the bottle and load it into the tank job, owing to the sterile cartridge filter not working and "somehow" allowing yeast to pass into a back sweetened wine. Nice one that; only 21 case x 12 bottles per case = 252 bottles). I hear the winery next door had the same problem with 6,000L of wine, and the bottles were labelled. Ours weren't. And as any project comes to a close, the harassment abuse gets increased.
And I got screwed into "forgetting" my phone today, keeping me out of contact with someone I am to see tomorrow. And too, my email message to the person got screwed up with the Chrome-Yahoo games that seem to be erupting. As far as I can tell, the person didn't respond today, so I resent the message. As it turned out, there were no messages on my phone today, once I got back, but hey, the perps got a full day of Uncertainty (the "U" in FUD), keeping me wondering if the intended recipient got yesterday's email (seemingly not, now the work day is over), and also keeping me thinking that I missed an important phone call. And how often does it "happen" that one's email goes haywire and one "forgets" their phone on the same day, one where I am expecting an important response. (Interview time and place particulars). And the boss is talking up me taking tomorrow off early, so he must know what is going on.
02-22-2014
Saturday, and working to have the contracted Croatians undertake pruning. It almost seemed like they wanted to screw up to get my attention, as they were working just fine at first and later muffed it consistently.
In between, I got to do more fence repairing as the vineyard dog habitually escapes. And of course I run out of fencing material, a wire mesh, that was working out great, all to recieve a new roll with 6x finer mesh and of course, that many more cuts in the wire to separate a piece. Then again, as the perps get no end of mileage anytime I split or divide something, why, it could all be arranged. That is, more localized EMF kick from more wires to cut.
And my dear trackball, some 14 years old, was taken out by the perps tonight. They had me get a backup Trackball (Trackball, The II) in 2010, and this is its inaugural use. The perps often do things like that; make up a reason (e.g. "will be obsoleted") and plant it in mind, and then have it acquired and then have it sit around for four or more years. (Trackballs sales are doing fine it would seem from Logitech's web site). The outgoing trackball had inset red lighted strips that would doubtless contact my hand all the time I used it, but this new one does not. And so it would seem that the 14 years of a red light at my R hand whenever I used this here PC, has come to a close, and they will have to settle for the red ball of the Trackball itself, no red lights. I don't really know all the manifestations of this advance, though I am sure it must be a major perp move. And too, as I opened up the box of the replacement trackball, why, some dizzy and frenetic dust motes came within an inch of me and buzzed around unnaturally, like they were there to harass me in lieu of a Psychopathic operative. And I see that the scroll wheel works on this trackball, as it never did work right on the former mice for "some reason".
02-23-2014
Sunday morning and a 3" snowfall on the ground. Even at 0900h with the snow, the dude-force was gangstalking the laundromat, replete with stationary Fuckwits sitting at the tables with their ever-present LCD screens, aka, tablets, notebooks and/or laptops. I got onto other errands while waiting, as is usual, this time getting a tan at the salon. And did they ever put on a freak at the counter; her arms were covered in tattoos and she had deep red hair, likely a dye job. In fact, her arms were reminiscent of snake skin, and we know who likes to plant those suggestions, even in dreams for crissakes.
I got hit with a two hour nap attack this afternoon; talk about putting a hole in one's day, not to mention getting up (no alarm) two hours later than weekdays.
There is something the perps like about me reading "Accessories After the Fact" by Sylvia Meagher, a scathing indictment on the Warren Commission investigating/obstructing the JFK assassination. Also a testament to the political intrigues in the land of the free/home of the brave; pick an implausible theory arranged around a dead alleged perpetrator (never charged!), dismiss the credibility of all countering evidence, and stay on the message, no matter what. It would seem a sitting president wasn't doing the bidding of the high cabal, as evidenced by Johnson's reversal of the Vietnam position (withdrawal, getting out, per JFK's executive order) inside of three days of taking office. And we know what pointless meat grinder that was, and to this day, even the right wing ideologues call the Vietnam War a mistake. Even Johnson bailed on it, and didn't run for office for a second elected term. Pointless strife, death and destruction; why is this theme so near and dear to the Pyschopathic Confederacy, aka perps, Abuse Central or whatever you want to call them? Don't know, but they have arranged some of these events to be coincident with certain episodes of my harassment. For example, the US Iraq invasion began when they had me captive and surrounded with gangstalking operatives at a hospital. And no less, the doctor declared me harassed two years later, but not then of course.
Getting back to the JFK story; I could never figure out why my ex was so reticent to discuss any part of it, especially if some new findings were on the news at the time, e.g. the Zapruder Film alleged as fake. And yet, she had a curious emotional reaction to the JFK assassination that I still recall. In other words, if you accept that I have had my life arranged by perp-abetting family, and my ex being fully involved, then it seemed (now) she had inside knowledge on the particulars of the JFK assassination. Ditto for her obvious non-reaction to my realization when we were watching Unsolved Mysteries, when there was an obvious witnessed connection between UFO operations and conventional helicopter forces. It was the first time, around 1995 or so, that I was exposed to the possibilities of this connection, which I mentioned, and she deadpanned it and didn't say anything. She was never a follower of alternity stories, and it should of been news to her when viewing that segment of Unsolved Mysteries, but neither expressing surprise or affirming what she surely must of known.
Adding on to the ex's strange reactions to world events, another was Princess Diana's demise. We had moved into this temporary house only two months before, and it was on the TV news when we got back from a Labor Day weekend party. My ex is from the UK, and so Royal Family news was near and dear to her, but she was particular pissed on learning Princess Diana's demise that evening. I reckon she new much more about it, and it wasn't the accident it seemed, as with most world events I have come to conclude.
Anyhow, onto getting this one posted for the week.
Vineyard work after doing fence repairs to stop the dog getting out. The perps befuddled me twice to cut the wrong cane for the entire afternoon, which is considerably less than last year. They hacked me (a forced "forget") into cutting the wrong cane at least every other plant, and for sure at the end of a row. Needless to say, I was extremely pissed each time this occurred, but for once, the perps have backed off this particular real time memory manipulations.
Ditto for toilet travails; 2013 marks the first year they did not plug the toilet nearly everytime, and for the latter half of 2013 year, it was reversed; 99% no problem, unlike the previous ten years, when it was a 99% occurence they would block the toilet. Funny how that "happens".
Yoga; they slipped this sloppy shorted long hair male next to me at the last minute before class. One could tell he wasn't too clued in about what to do, and funny how it "happens" that these newbie folks end up in an advanced class. At least two tattoo-ed women in class, having them peek out from their garments. I suppose the next affront is to have a tattoo-ed instructor, but hopefully they won't change out the cute pixie instructor any time soon.
Another alarm clock attack in the night; I set it, and when in bed, I checked it again, and it was still set. Later, at about 30 min. past the set alarm time I was awakened, thought that it was a little too light outside, and looked at the clock to find the assholes had turned the alarm off. This is the second time in two weeks, and they would never do this if they wanted me to get up late, but instead, force me into sleeping again. They have many ways to screw a victim into not getting up on time, and messing with the alarm clock itself wasn't done until recently. I have no idea why they are choosing this method of forced late get-up times, a stunt that usually erupts early in the year and doesn't happen until the next year. That is, when they want you to be seen as reliable; if they want to screw you out of a job then get-up sabotage will happen.
02-18-2014
Stuck my in L thumb tip with a powered corkscrew; and of course the wretched design makes one need to grab the cork to hold it so the power handle can rotate to release it, and lo, if a finger fumbling eruption didn't occur along with being oblivious to the danger and before I knew it, pain from my thumb. The perps have had the oblivious to danger or injury under control for a long time; about 1996 or so when a commercial wood working tenant gave me free use of his stationary power equipment. When using the belt sander, "somehow" (har, har) I did not realize the danger of getting one's fingers close to the belt, and lo if I my finger didn't contact it; I tried to remove my finger as fast as possible, but for some reason dithered at the moment when immediate action was required. I had a 2-3mm flat spot on the end of one finger tip, having gone through the skin layer. I duly bandaged it and all the rest of first aid care, and fully expected my healed finger tip to be flattened to reflect its new shape, but no, it recovered fully with finger prints and all. I could never figure that one out until all this extra-conventional abuse reared its head, then all the oddities started to make sense.
02-19-2014
And why is this infernal Chrome version of my email sending me an email just after I sent it to a single respondent? Talk about confusing, and then it screws with the date that it was sent, moving it back a day when it was sent today? Who is fucking with my email and derives some kind of idiotic pleasure by scrambling the sequential order in which they would be, and FUD-ing me as to whether it was truly sent or not? Isn't it enough mendacious inanity to mess with the email counter and having the counter of Inbox emails wrong for weeks until it self-corrects somehow? I had this going on a work in decades past, and could never figure out why it only happened to me at the time. Glitch Coincidences it could be called.
02-20-2014
Back to abnormal and not dull with at least 20 screamings at the perps this evening since I got back after winery work. And also, at least that many there in low volume infuriation mode, as well as drawing blood from my L ring finger knuckle. Things like having me put bottles in the boxes upside down instead of neck up, which I have been doing for two prior days. (It is a uncork the bottle and load it into the tank job, owing to the sterile cartridge filter not working and "somehow" allowing yeast to pass into a back sweetened wine. Nice one that; only 21 case x 12 bottles per case = 252 bottles). I hear the winery next door had the same problem with 6,000L of wine, and the bottles were labelled. Ours weren't. And as any project comes to a close, the harassment abuse gets increased.
And I got screwed into "forgetting" my phone today, keeping me out of contact with someone I am to see tomorrow. And too, my email message to the person got screwed up with the Chrome-Yahoo games that seem to be erupting. As far as I can tell, the person didn't respond today, so I resent the message. As it turned out, there were no messages on my phone today, once I got back, but hey, the perps got a full day of Uncertainty (the "U" in FUD), keeping me wondering if the intended recipient got yesterday's email (seemingly not, now the work day is over), and also keeping me thinking that I missed an important phone call. And how often does it "happen" that one's email goes haywire and one "forgets" their phone on the same day, one where I am expecting an important response. (Interview time and place particulars). And the boss is talking up me taking tomorrow off early, so he must know what is going on.
02-22-2014
Saturday, and working to have the contracted Croatians undertake pruning. It almost seemed like they wanted to screw up to get my attention, as they were working just fine at first and later muffed it consistently.
In between, I got to do more fence repairing as the vineyard dog habitually escapes. And of course I run out of fencing material, a wire mesh, that was working out great, all to recieve a new roll with 6x finer mesh and of course, that many more cuts in the wire to separate a piece. Then again, as the perps get no end of mileage anytime I split or divide something, why, it could all be arranged. That is, more localized EMF kick from more wires to cut.
And my dear trackball, some 14 years old, was taken out by the perps tonight. They had me get a backup Trackball (Trackball, The II) in 2010, and this is its inaugural use. The perps often do things like that; make up a reason (e.g. "will be obsoleted") and plant it in mind, and then have it acquired and then have it sit around for four or more years. (Trackballs sales are doing fine it would seem from Logitech's web site). The outgoing trackball had inset red lighted strips that would doubtless contact my hand all the time I used it, but this new one does not. And so it would seem that the 14 years of a red light at my R hand whenever I used this here PC, has come to a close, and they will have to settle for the red ball of the Trackball itself, no red lights. I don't really know all the manifestations of this advance, though I am sure it must be a major perp move. And too, as I opened up the box of the replacement trackball, why, some dizzy and frenetic dust motes came within an inch of me and buzzed around unnaturally, like they were there to harass me in lieu of a Psychopathic operative. And I see that the scroll wheel works on this trackball, as it never did work right on the former mice for "some reason".
02-23-2014
Sunday morning and a 3" snowfall on the ground. Even at 0900h with the snow, the dude-force was gangstalking the laundromat, replete with stationary Fuckwits sitting at the tables with their ever-present LCD screens, aka, tablets, notebooks and/or laptops. I got onto other errands while waiting, as is usual, this time getting a tan at the salon. And did they ever put on a freak at the counter; her arms were covered in tattoos and she had deep red hair, likely a dye job. In fact, her arms were reminiscent of snake skin, and we know who likes to plant those suggestions, even in dreams for crissakes.
I got hit with a two hour nap attack this afternoon; talk about putting a hole in one's day, not to mention getting up (no alarm) two hours later than weekdays.
There is something the perps like about me reading "Accessories After the Fact" by Sylvia Meagher, a scathing indictment on the Warren Commission investigating/obstructing the JFK assassination. Also a testament to the political intrigues in the land of the free/home of the brave; pick an implausible theory arranged around a dead alleged perpetrator (never charged!), dismiss the credibility of all countering evidence, and stay on the message, no matter what. It would seem a sitting president wasn't doing the bidding of the high cabal, as evidenced by Johnson's reversal of the Vietnam position (withdrawal, getting out, per JFK's executive order) inside of three days of taking office. And we know what pointless meat grinder that was, and to this day, even the right wing ideologues call the Vietnam War a mistake. Even Johnson bailed on it, and didn't run for office for a second elected term. Pointless strife, death and destruction; why is this theme so near and dear to the Pyschopathic Confederacy, aka perps, Abuse Central or whatever you want to call them? Don't know, but they have arranged some of these events to be coincident with certain episodes of my harassment. For example, the US Iraq invasion began when they had me captive and surrounded with gangstalking operatives at a hospital. And no less, the doctor declared me harassed two years later, but not then of course.
Getting back to the JFK story; I could never figure out why my ex was so reticent to discuss any part of it, especially if some new findings were on the news at the time, e.g. the Zapruder Film alleged as fake. And yet, she had a curious emotional reaction to the JFK assassination that I still recall. In other words, if you accept that I have had my life arranged by perp-abetting family, and my ex being fully involved, then it seemed (now) she had inside knowledge on the particulars of the JFK assassination. Ditto for her obvious non-reaction to my realization when we were watching Unsolved Mysteries, when there was an obvious witnessed connection between UFO operations and conventional helicopter forces. It was the first time, around 1995 or so, that I was exposed to the possibilities of this connection, which I mentioned, and she deadpanned it and didn't say anything. She was never a follower of alternity stories, and it should of been news to her when viewing that segment of Unsolved Mysteries, but neither expressing surprise or affirming what she surely must of known.
Adding on to the ex's strange reactions to world events, another was Princess Diana's demise. We had moved into this temporary house only two months before, and it was on the TV news when we got back from a Labor Day weekend party. My ex is from the UK, and so Royal Family news was near and dear to her, but she was particular pissed on learning Princess Diana's demise that evening. I reckon she new much more about it, and it wasn't the accident it seemed, as with most world events I have come to conclude.
Anyhow, onto getting this one posted for the week.
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Over the Septic Tank
04-18-2013
A day of hopping in and out of the Kubota RTV to retrieve prunings over one inch or more in diameter. The flail mulcher cannot handle the thicker chunks that are sometimes removed in the course of pruning. (Mostly it is the canes that are cut back, and they don't get more than 3/4" diameter. Of course I learn this now, because I could of packed out the chunks when I was pruning Jan. through March. But as the FUD-fog is always prevalent as part of the present Imposition, why, I find out way too late.
I got an extra incentive to dig out the top of the septic tank at the vineyard, as it seems the former owner decided to bury any access to it. Whatever; the perps have been playing with excrement ever since the Day of Infamy (Eleven Years On), in all its facets and representations from formation, toilet games, local sewage plants, septic fields etc. So here we go again, it just "happens" to be my employer's place this time.
04-19-2013
Yoga; the major tatttoo dude again, in Power Yoga, though he didn't put his tats in front of me in the lobby after class, like he did twice before. A disproportate large assed women was in front of me, a most ungainly sight it was. And like "usual" (last six months or so), they leave an open spot next to me and then the shills/Fuckwits arrive at the last minute or even after class has begun, to fill in around me. Last year it was the native Indians arriving along with their tattoos, swooping in at the last minute to fill in the inexplicably remaining space around me. Today, it was two Caucasian women, the youngest one next to be with a blonde behind her. Her qualifications for being Unfavored was red hair. The women tattoo show was limited, one had three small stars on her wrist, also on show the prior class.
And it seems I cannot get a break in any yoga class I go to, in terms of it being full, if not overfull. This class had six or eight students in it three months ago and that was just fine. Now, it is populated with 20 students, getting close to over-capacity. This was the pattern of the Sunday morning yoga that I no longer attend as it got way too busy. Now they are pulling the same thing on Fridays.
04-20-2-13
Saturday, laundry day at this motel where I stay over the winter. And for "some reason" they increased the gangstalking coverage this morning when I walked the 100' or so through the parking lot to the laundry room. (The perp "reason" might be that I had just finished paying three bills online, one of them delayed because there was no "Next" function on the page unlike two days ago. Regular readers will know the perps are berserk over every financial transaction I make from mailed checks, coin machines, bus fare, bill payments online and in person and ATM's).
Continuing on the above gangstalk show, the Fuckwit lunk (met him some three weeks ago) from downstairs was doing a troll across the front of the stairs with one pant leg hung up on his white sock all to cross his path some 10 seconds later. An elder-blonde woman with a disproportionately large ass was also thrown into this two party clusterfuck, "happening" to be converging and crossing my path 20 seconds ahead of me. She "happens" to show up in the office after I loaded the washing machine and set it going (read, financial transaction, -coin operated), as the perps fucked me out of taking my keys with me when I was looking right at them when getting the right change for the washing machine. Then a doppelganger stalker to the elder-blonde, (again, disproportionate large ass), came by to collect her laundry, all the while on her cell phone. Because I got a new key to get in to my suite I was obliged to return it and lo, if the second elder-blonde wasn't standing outside her seeming suite 5 minutes later with the still wet laundry load in hand. Just ridiculous, and all the more so when she could of sat down at the chair outside her suite.
A full-out stakeout/gangstalk for a 40 min. shopping trip; busy, with hotrod noise and motorcycles and the legions of traffic at 1330h. They even put on a white and red crane truck, bringing out the big iron, though one has to wonder why it was moblie on a Saturday. Even a before and after stalker at the ATM, and a brown bag on the adjacent window sill to add some color (har, har) into the gangstalking scene. Then the headlights on me when I exited, and another set on me when I got to my vehicle, the latter stopped in the middle of an aisle of empty parking lot stalls. As soon as I got my camera ready to take a pic, why, they moved on, even if they didn't see the camera as it was behind the dashboard. And if my windshield was any bit as reflective as theirs, they would not of seen the camera in any event, should I have put it to my eye to the camera to take the pic.
Month end (for March) accounting and the dude-yappers arrived en mass (5 or so) for background banter while I deal with the endless fuckery this exercise has become.
04-20-2013
More to write about; constant shuffling of my aerial for internet access. First it works in the top USB port but this blocks the headphone jack. So I move it down 2" to the lower USB port and it works fine there too. Then it doesn't after a few weeks, so I move it to the top USB jack and it works fine again, even if it precludes music listening. Then after a few days neither works, so I use the local motel Wi-fi and it works for a few days. Then this ridiculous merry-go-round starts up again. There is nothing wrong with the cell phone reception here as my phone has four bars. And it is the same company that supplies these cell phone aerials and the same network. Anyhow, the signal path seems to be of acute interest to the perps, whether it via landline cable, landline twisted pair (traditional phone), cell phone and cell internet access.
Related to the above is the ongoing strangeness of the Firefox browser and email; it won't let me reply in Firefox so I redisplay the page in IE, and it works fine. It seems the perps want me to receive email in one browser and compose and send in IE. The latter comes without Ad-Block, a Firefox add-on that I find essential to contain the animated ads and other nonsense that invades my display while reading static text. Would we tolerate books if they had this ongoing distraction on the side? I doubt it, but ads aren't going to go away on the internet by themselves, and Ad-Block is an essential browser component that Microsoft would be unlikely to include in IE. And so goes browser switching for email use, forced by most the most strange intermittent bugs that have this exact same problem; compose and send being inoperative (blocked IMHO).
Round and round too we go with different accompanying background noise, one being the yapping dudes who arrived suddenly at 1730h as I was finishing the last 20 min. of month-end updates on Quicken. Said background of dude yapping, and there had to be at least five different male voices, continued while making and eating dinner, and while cleaning the dishes afterward. It seems they wanted dusk conditions to noise-track me, which is quite common for perp games and stunts.
04-21-2013
Sunday, and an intended hike didn't quite work out, as I missed the trail head, and of course no signs. I ended up at the other end of the trail, and began to hike from there. The map was short on showing the trail and I proceeded on the wrong trail as it "happened". I never misread maps before, and I did just that when looking at it on a poster board on the second trailhead.
And lo, if the perps didn't bring on a new form of gangstalker, the birdwatcher. The greatest excuse for more "dwell time" as in loitering, taking off-trail parallels, stopping and starting ahead of me and reversals in mid trail. One was in a scarlet red coat, a form of gangstalker known as a Redcoat. (Others are Brownshirts, etc.) And jets overhead, or just the noise thereof, as I reversed direction, which I did twice as it seemed that the trail petered out. Eventually I gave up as it seemed the trail really did stop at this pond.
And quite a crowd at the trail heads, at least a 8 vehicles at each end, which is a lot for a trail that is ill-defined and unsigned. Not a tourist trail either.
Sunday night, and my typical posting time, this abbreviated by the effort to get the Eleven Years On done this week too.
A day of hopping in and out of the Kubota RTV to retrieve prunings over one inch or more in diameter. The flail mulcher cannot handle the thicker chunks that are sometimes removed in the course of pruning. (Mostly it is the canes that are cut back, and they don't get more than 3/4" diameter. Of course I learn this now, because I could of packed out the chunks when I was pruning Jan. through March. But as the FUD-fog is always prevalent as part of the present Imposition, why, I find out way too late.
I got an extra incentive to dig out the top of the septic tank at the vineyard, as it seems the former owner decided to bury any access to it. Whatever; the perps have been playing with excrement ever since the Day of Infamy (Eleven Years On), in all its facets and representations from formation, toilet games, local sewage plants, septic fields etc. So here we go again, it just "happens" to be my employer's place this time.
04-19-2013
Yoga; the major tatttoo dude again, in Power Yoga, though he didn't put his tats in front of me in the lobby after class, like he did twice before. A disproportate large assed women was in front of me, a most ungainly sight it was. And like "usual" (last six months or so), they leave an open spot next to me and then the shills/Fuckwits arrive at the last minute or even after class has begun, to fill in around me. Last year it was the native Indians arriving along with their tattoos, swooping in at the last minute to fill in the inexplicably remaining space around me. Today, it was two Caucasian women, the youngest one next to be with a blonde behind her. Her qualifications for being Unfavored was red hair. The women tattoo show was limited, one had three small stars on her wrist, also on show the prior class.
And it seems I cannot get a break in any yoga class I go to, in terms of it being full, if not overfull. This class had six or eight students in it three months ago and that was just fine. Now, it is populated with 20 students, getting close to over-capacity. This was the pattern of the Sunday morning yoga that I no longer attend as it got way too busy. Now they are pulling the same thing on Fridays.
04-20-2-13
Saturday, laundry day at this motel where I stay over the winter. And for "some reason" they increased the gangstalking coverage this morning when I walked the 100' or so through the parking lot to the laundry room. (The perp "reason" might be that I had just finished paying three bills online, one of them delayed because there was no "Next" function on the page unlike two days ago. Regular readers will know the perps are berserk over every financial transaction I make from mailed checks, coin machines, bus fare, bill payments online and in person and ATM's).
Continuing on the above gangstalk show, the Fuckwit lunk (met him some three weeks ago) from downstairs was doing a troll across the front of the stairs with one pant leg hung up on his white sock all to cross his path some 10 seconds later. An elder-blonde woman with a disproportionately large ass was also thrown into this two party clusterfuck, "happening" to be converging and crossing my path 20 seconds ahead of me. She "happens" to show up in the office after I loaded the washing machine and set it going (read, financial transaction, -coin operated), as the perps fucked me out of taking my keys with me when I was looking right at them when getting the right change for the washing machine. Then a doppelganger stalker to the elder-blonde, (again, disproportionate large ass), came by to collect her laundry, all the while on her cell phone. Because I got a new key to get in to my suite I was obliged to return it and lo, if the second elder-blonde wasn't standing outside her seeming suite 5 minutes later with the still wet laundry load in hand. Just ridiculous, and all the more so when she could of sat down at the chair outside her suite.
A full-out stakeout/gangstalk for a 40 min. shopping trip; busy, with hotrod noise and motorcycles and the legions of traffic at 1330h. They even put on a white and red crane truck, bringing out the big iron, though one has to wonder why it was moblie on a Saturday. Even a before and after stalker at the ATM, and a brown bag on the adjacent window sill to add some color (har, har) into the gangstalking scene. Then the headlights on me when I exited, and another set on me when I got to my vehicle, the latter stopped in the middle of an aisle of empty parking lot stalls. As soon as I got my camera ready to take a pic, why, they moved on, even if they didn't see the camera as it was behind the dashboard. And if my windshield was any bit as reflective as theirs, they would not of seen the camera in any event, should I have put it to my eye to the camera to take the pic.
Month end (for March) accounting and the dude-yappers arrived en mass (5 or so) for background banter while I deal with the endless fuckery this exercise has become.
04-20-2013
More to write about; constant shuffling of my aerial for internet access. First it works in the top USB port but this blocks the headphone jack. So I move it down 2" to the lower USB port and it works fine there too. Then it doesn't after a few weeks, so I move it to the top USB jack and it works fine again, even if it precludes music listening. Then after a few days neither works, so I use the local motel Wi-fi and it works for a few days. Then this ridiculous merry-go-round starts up again. There is nothing wrong with the cell phone reception here as my phone has four bars. And it is the same company that supplies these cell phone aerials and the same network. Anyhow, the signal path seems to be of acute interest to the perps, whether it via landline cable, landline twisted pair (traditional phone), cell phone and cell internet access.
Related to the above is the ongoing strangeness of the Firefox browser and email; it won't let me reply in Firefox so I redisplay the page in IE, and it works fine. It seems the perps want me to receive email in one browser and compose and send in IE. The latter comes without Ad-Block, a Firefox add-on that I find essential to contain the animated ads and other nonsense that invades my display while reading static text. Would we tolerate books if they had this ongoing distraction on the side? I doubt it, but ads aren't going to go away on the internet by themselves, and Ad-Block is an essential browser component that Microsoft would be unlikely to include in IE. And so goes browser switching for email use, forced by most the most strange intermittent bugs that have this exact same problem; compose and send being inoperative (blocked IMHO).
Round and round too we go with different accompanying background noise, one being the yapping dudes who arrived suddenly at 1730h as I was finishing the last 20 min. of month-end updates on Quicken. Said background of dude yapping, and there had to be at least five different male voices, continued while making and eating dinner, and while cleaning the dishes afterward. It seems they wanted dusk conditions to noise-track me, which is quite common for perp games and stunts.
04-21-2013
Sunday, and an intended hike didn't quite work out, as I missed the trail head, and of course no signs. I ended up at the other end of the trail, and began to hike from there. The map was short on showing the trail and I proceeded on the wrong trail as it "happened". I never misread maps before, and I did just that when looking at it on a poster board on the second trailhead.
And lo, if the perps didn't bring on a new form of gangstalker, the birdwatcher. The greatest excuse for more "dwell time" as in loitering, taking off-trail parallels, stopping and starting ahead of me and reversals in mid trail. One was in a scarlet red coat, a form of gangstalker known as a Redcoat. (Others are Brownshirts, etc.) And jets overhead, or just the noise thereof, as I reversed direction, which I did twice as it seemed that the trail petered out. Eventually I gave up as it seemed the trail really did stop at this pond.
And quite a crowd at the trail heads, at least a 8 vehicles at each end, which is a lot for a trail that is ill-defined and unsigned. Not a tourist trail either.
Sunday night, and my typical posting time, this abbreviated by the effort to get the Eleven Years On done this week too.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Nix That
01-08-2013
This is the second version as the first one accidentally deleted itself and I wasn't allowed to recover. And why are current age computers so edit adverse? I was recovering crashed edit files in 1985 up to the second to last keystroke. The command was; edit filename/recover and it brought the file back and all but the last keystroke when the system crashed. Almost 20 years later this feature is still missing on PC's (in this web-Google environment)
I arrived back from Kelowna today, having seen the liposuction doctor for an assessment. I would make a good candidate he said, but it would be a general anesthetic operation. That means a conventional means to knock me out and have me wake up as who knows what. Screw that. And too, when I got the quote as the last item at the medical office assistant's desk, why, it was $1k over my expected worst case number, as in $6k. Screw that.
But as the perps have continously pummelled me with this liposuction for at least 8 years, and puffed me up by some 10lb in the past year to aid their ambitions, I would not be surprised if the liposuction theme doesn't resurface. In concert, while at the First Feral Family house over the prior four weeks, my perp-abetting mother was talking up giving me and my two brothers each a significant financial disbursement. No liposuction in the immediate future, but don't be surprised if it resurfaces.
The obvious gimme was after seeing the video at the doctor's office, inserting a blunt suction needle with the suction hole behind the blunt tip and moving it around under the skin. A normal procedure for sure, but as the perps just love to play games with skin lesions, cuts, nicks etc., this too could be right up the perp agenda.
A flight to Kelowna yesterday, and it was held up for two hours due to snow clearing conditions at the destination runway. We were all gathered at Gate 9, and about the time the flight should of arrived, at least 100 disembarking passengers passed by from elsewhere. The announcements repeatedly made reference tio the aircraft being delayed, as in that it hadn't arrived. And when it was time to board 1.25 hours later, we walked through to Gate 10. Like WTF; the aircraft had been sitting there all the time but not within sight. I learned later on the news that an earlier flight out of Kelowna had taxied off the runway, and after two hours of attempting to move the aircraft, the passengers had to disembark and get a later flight or else stay overnight and catch a flight the next day.
An unsolicited phone call from the manager this evening, telling me that the internet was down everywhere and it wasn't just a Wifi problem. I hadn't spoke with her at all, and haven't been here for four weeks, and this comes out of the blue. I had told her back in early December that I had my own cell-phone ISP and didn't need the WifFi.
And yelling outside; some rude tenants, har, har, arrived in my absence. The outside banter and voice noise has been amped up for some reason. Getting back from a flight yesterday, and another town today, is reason enough for the perps.
Tonight I did bookmarking from the links in the emails I sent myself so I could get to them from a different location and into a bookmarks on this PC. This might of been the reason for the amped up outside banter, switching to male only banter after the loud woman had finished her monologue.
And I see that I am not allowed to compose any email; anew or replies -tried another and it wouldn't let me type in the To box.
And what would be a perp welcome home without a toilet being blocked? They pulled it within an hour or so of arriving here, though they did let it self-clear after a few hours. Same yesterday at the motel; They pulled a need to crap and blocked the toilet within one minute of arriving in my room. And no blocked toilets at the FFF house for over four weeks.
01-09-2013
First day at work since early December, and I am unpacking boxes (think brown) as a big order went in to get the wine lab side of things wholly functional. Kind of like Christmas, save the items I didn't order, the items that came by mistake, and other ordering glitches like certain stock not available.
I also learned that the vineyard owner's elderly dog died and was buried in a shallow grave, and to be reburied in the spring as they could not dig the frozen ground deep enough. And as it was a Wednesday, the cleaning lady was there, and it seemed that it was the perp agenda to have the owners depart and leave me there with her in the house, upstairs mostly and running the vacuum cleaner overhead for a time. And at one point she came downstairs to the garage while I "happened" to be out at my vehicle, and as I stepped into the garage/winery she said something. Which scared the shit out of me as there had been no one else around downstairs and she somehow timed her entrance perfectly as I came in the door. Later she was recounting the story to the owners when they came back. And she modified her routine for the event it seemed, cleaning the downstairs first when it was always the last room to do.
And still not allowed to send email; the compose button in yahoo won't work. Online, I had spent many hours looking and looking for a certain plumbing part and finally got through all the online debris and got the part via Amazon. They have an awesome search engine, and I have found it to be the perfect antidote to being mired in info overflow. Though I am sure there are perp machinations behind that.
01-10-2013
At work and winemaking; like so often, sucked into thinking that I was going to go outside pruning but the owner was too busy and no going outside in the snow. I am prepared for it with the clothes, boots and gloves. The perps like these dashed expectation games as I call them.
Lots of things go wrong; when unpacking the grocery shopping an apple self erupted outside of the bag when it wasn't open. Other items pulled from my grasp by unconventional means. I also inadvertently stepped on cat's paw while cutting plastic packing off Dremel diamond cutting wheelI had purchased a few days earlier. I didn't know it was behind me and stepped back an inch to get this pained yowl.
I see some mystery use of my internet connection Dec. 28 when I wasn't here, having returned Jan. 08. The log file has a record of it, having looked due to some strange internet access problems tonight.
Another perp stunt has also increased; plenty of door slamming and outside vibrations going through this room these past three days of being back from a flight.
Today, the Compose button wasn't working in Yahoo Email, and after reloading the page, why, it did. I attempt to type an email address and then my keystrokes are blocked. Bizarre.
The babbling dudes were going on outside, background level, akin to the background babble they would inject into my earmuffs over the past nine years. I haven't had much call for wearing the earmuffs inside any more, so I suppose they are transitioning to live dudes in some kind of communal and orchestrated banter. I did specifically overhear them in early December, and one mentioned "roster" a term that certainly connotes organization and an assigned role. Very curious, though it has to be a straight gimme.
After a year of planted "demand", I finally got a multi-oscillating tool, as it "happened"
to be discounted when I was in the tool store three days ago. Along with it came a DVD, and I went to play it, and there was no response to the menu selections. Back in 2003 I had to give up on CD-ROMs for the same reason, playing them was obstructed and the commands unresponsive. Why is something so trivial as watching an instructional DVD, 20 min. at most, for a power tool so important to a multi-billion dollar annual budget covert agency?
And why is cutting a CD or DVD disc such a consecrated harassment exercise as occured three weeks ago when visiting First Feral Family members in Kamloops? The Fourth Reich obstructed that exercise big time, and then had me "forget" about the USB stick I had in my briefcase. So in other words, they specifically blocked cutting a DVD data disk and didn't want me to have the files as they also blocked me from knowing about the USB stick I had. And why this relentless stupid juvenile insanity and why is it so consistent over ten years of this fucking abuse?
01-11-2012
Mostly vineyard work today, pruning the vines. A clear blue sky, maybe 1 or 2C and with the magnificent view, a rare beautiful day.
Back to this hassle/abuse; my digital cell network to the internet suddenly stopped working as I restarted after tea and chocolate break. So... same as the last place, I get to switch ISP providers to a local WiFi and the perps get to play their games as to how my internet supplier can change things or whatever they are doing/testing/researching with different ISP lines, EMF signals.
And I see my log of the cell network connections, mentioned above with the most odd Dec. 28 entry for an internet connection event when I wasn't here, has been cleaned out by someone. I didn't, as I wanted to print it out, but "somehow" I didn't get it done yesterday when every unfettered instinct and knowledge meme about this harassment would of said, "print it now, glitches happen overnight".
Brutal and ugly dreams last night, though I cannot recall the details. The perps DID NOT screw me over my waking up routine like they had the prior two mornings. Jan. 09 they had me "forget" to set the alarm, and I woke up an hour ahead of work time, and had to not do a torso shave or have coffee to save time. Yesterday morning the alarm was set, but some skittered on the bedside table and shut itself off. They got me up a 0700h and planted the notion I had two hours to get ready, and sometime around 0730h they let me know that work starts at 0800 for crissakes. I never get my morning routine muddled up like they pulled on me yesterday. Then to top it off, they wouldn't let me get to sleep for three hours while they played some kind of radio-like male background banter from the next suite.
01-12-2013
I got sacked for a 2.75 hour nap after lunch. There was no intrinsic need for the sleep as I had a full 7 hours. I call them "nap attacks", unwarranted naps that strike, usually for extended lengths. My determination is that one's brain is more accessible by external means, using unconventional technologies that is. Another use of nap attacks, especially in the early harassment years, 2002 to 2003, is to get me out of the way while they go and mess with something. And example would be when I got my PC back from the shop, got it set up, but not switched on, and a sudden "need" to nap came on strong just then. I didn't get to run the PC until at least two hours later after the nap ended. My theory on that was they wanted to access the shutdown PC there and then and didn't want me around it. Given that it happened at the First Feral Family house makes it more suspicious. Later PC invasion activities made in very clear that they didn't want me using the PC unless they had total control of it. I had pulled the side panel off and ran it, then shut it down, put the side panel on again, and within 10 seconds of boot up the PC just flat out stopped. Only the next day did it run OK, and the re-installation of the side panel seemed to be the reason. It had some energetic properties they could not remotely govern, so down in went, never mind making up any technical excuses.
The post lunch nap attack may have been over the fact that I added two new items to my standard quesadilla fare; shallots and mushrooms were cooked ahead of time and then added into the mix between the tortillas. And as the prefered model of perp testing is to take something more complex at first, and then perform later energetic studies on a simpler subset, one can be sure over the next few weeks that I will be using onions/shallots alone and the same for mushrooms, so they can test each dietary component separately Exciting times in perp land.
And it was from 2003 to 2006 that I always had cooked onions in my quesadilla, but suddenly stopped when I moved to a new residence, and haven't had them since, save them once. On the mushroom side, my perp-abetting mother would cook a large mushroom each Sunday night when I would visit, and she stopped this practice at least four years ago.So it would seem that the perps did not want me ingesting either item, no matter what until today. You read that right; a remotely located and undeclared foreign mind-invasive entity did not want me eating onions or mushrooms until today. And to aid in their research, why they pulled a 3 hour long "nap attack"
I had tea and chocolate after getting up from the nap to help me wake up and then made a tanning salon visit, and then a LD store visit for more chocolate. I had the said chocolate in me while tanning, and subsequently when at the LD store which came with a heavy gangstalker presence. That included threesome of Fat Folk who looked totally stunned, arriving noiselessly some 4' away from the chocolate section and then blocking my egress to get out of there.
The Fat Folk threesome then stood over my former location in the aisle and remained there some 5 minutes later when I crossed the store to look at USB cords. And plenty more hinderers along the way while getting in there and out, and as it was dusk onset, (earlier when in the mountains), I shouldn't have been too surprised. Add in the vehicular dipshits in front of me and making every red light on the way there after taking a route that was to be a relief from an unexpected surge of road traffic.
I see that Yahoo still will not let me create an email, the To; box not accepting key-in or copy/paste input. Funny how there has also been a stop in incoming emails needing a response during this email sending obstruction episode. I await an upgrade from Yahoo to "solve" the problem.
And I now see that the very essential and long used add-on to Firefox, Ad-Block Plus, has been spoofed and disabled. I cannot block images now as Ad-Block doesn't come up in the mouse right click list. I routinely disable all manner of wierd or disturbing images or other page components and now this fundamental (to me) browser component has disabled itself.
01-13-2013
A 0900h get-up without setting the alarm, and lo, if they didn't screw me out of going to yoga at 0930h as there wasn't sufficient time to get it all together. And after yesterday's near three hour nap in mid-day, I didn't need another nine hours of sleep. But as they like to screw me out of yoga repeatedly over the years, why am I surprised? And in knowing that, why didn't I set the alarm for 0800h?
And more mind-fuck games, this time over laundry, a long running perp obsession. They screwed me out of taking the detergent, something that has never been forgotten before, to force an extra trip the length of this motel complex, say, 120' or so. No in-suite laundry here in these too-tight rooms, but at least the price is right. I walked through to the laundry (twice) at about 1045h and no one was out, and there are at least 35 vehicles parked here in specific color order of course. And as it is cold out, and my shirt proved to be inadequate after the the first outing(s), I changed into a warmer shirt and put on the same jacket (after getting mind-fucked into putting the wrong jacket on first). On my way there and back to transfer the laundry from washing machine to dryer, why at least four Fuckwits had emerged. The stand-around-and-stare dude who was in place twice in the past two days each time I arrived back from work, a red and black jacketed walk-by male, a fat female in a round hat, poncho and a leopard skin collar in a just-stand-there-and-look-stupid role next to the building corner and a blonde on butt-sucking (cigarette smoking) duty. All because I changed my shirt ahead of going outside I reckon. Exciting times indeed in perpville.
Enough details of everything perp directed, and now to post this
[Later this evening; outside hot-rod noise running for ten minutes while I had headphones on. More male background banter, wall bangings, dog barkings and like noise eruptions. They got especially frequent and louder and varied after I had used my diamond honing stones.]
This is the second version as the first one accidentally deleted itself and I wasn't allowed to recover. And why are current age computers so edit adverse? I was recovering crashed edit files in 1985 up to the second to last keystroke. The command was; edit filename/recover and it brought the file back and all but the last keystroke when the system crashed. Almost 20 years later this feature is still missing on PC's (in this web-Google environment)
I arrived back from Kelowna today, having seen the liposuction doctor for an assessment. I would make a good candidate he said, but it would be a general anesthetic operation. That means a conventional means to knock me out and have me wake up as who knows what. Screw that. And too, when I got the quote as the last item at the medical office assistant's desk, why, it was $1k over my expected worst case number, as in $6k. Screw that.
But as the perps have continously pummelled me with this liposuction for at least 8 years, and puffed me up by some 10lb in the past year to aid their ambitions, I would not be surprised if the liposuction theme doesn't resurface. In concert, while at the First Feral Family house over the prior four weeks, my perp-abetting mother was talking up giving me and my two brothers each a significant financial disbursement. No liposuction in the immediate future, but don't be surprised if it resurfaces.
The obvious gimme was after seeing the video at the doctor's office, inserting a blunt suction needle with the suction hole behind the blunt tip and moving it around under the skin. A normal procedure for sure, but as the perps just love to play games with skin lesions, cuts, nicks etc., this too could be right up the perp agenda.
A flight to Kelowna yesterday, and it was held up for two hours due to snow clearing conditions at the destination runway. We were all gathered at Gate 9, and about the time the flight should of arrived, at least 100 disembarking passengers passed by from elsewhere. The announcements repeatedly made reference tio the aircraft being delayed, as in that it hadn't arrived. And when it was time to board 1.25 hours later, we walked through to Gate 10. Like WTF; the aircraft had been sitting there all the time but not within sight. I learned later on the news that an earlier flight out of Kelowna had taxied off the runway, and after two hours of attempting to move the aircraft, the passengers had to disembark and get a later flight or else stay overnight and catch a flight the next day.
An unsolicited phone call from the manager this evening, telling me that the internet was down everywhere and it wasn't just a Wifi problem. I hadn't spoke with her at all, and haven't been here for four weeks, and this comes out of the blue. I had told her back in early December that I had my own cell-phone ISP and didn't need the WifFi.
And yelling outside; some rude tenants, har, har, arrived in my absence. The outside banter and voice noise has been amped up for some reason. Getting back from a flight yesterday, and another town today, is reason enough for the perps.
Tonight I did bookmarking from the links in the emails I sent myself so I could get to them from a different location and into a bookmarks on this PC. This might of been the reason for the amped up outside banter, switching to male only banter after the loud woman had finished her monologue.
And I see that I am not allowed to compose any email; anew or replies -tried another and it wouldn't let me type in the To box.
And what would be a perp welcome home without a toilet being blocked? They pulled it within an hour or so of arriving here, though they did let it self-clear after a few hours. Same yesterday at the motel; They pulled a need to crap and blocked the toilet within one minute of arriving in my room. And no blocked toilets at the FFF house for over four weeks.
01-09-2013
First day at work since early December, and I am unpacking boxes (think brown) as a big order went in to get the wine lab side of things wholly functional. Kind of like Christmas, save the items I didn't order, the items that came by mistake, and other ordering glitches like certain stock not available.
I also learned that the vineyard owner's elderly dog died and was buried in a shallow grave, and to be reburied in the spring as they could not dig the frozen ground deep enough. And as it was a Wednesday, the cleaning lady was there, and it seemed that it was the perp agenda to have the owners depart and leave me there with her in the house, upstairs mostly and running the vacuum cleaner overhead for a time. And at one point she came downstairs to the garage while I "happened" to be out at my vehicle, and as I stepped into the garage/winery she said something. Which scared the shit out of me as there had been no one else around downstairs and she somehow timed her entrance perfectly as I came in the door. Later she was recounting the story to the owners when they came back. And she modified her routine for the event it seemed, cleaning the downstairs first when it was always the last room to do.
And still not allowed to send email; the compose button in yahoo won't work. Online, I had spent many hours looking and looking for a certain plumbing part and finally got through all the online debris and got the part via Amazon. They have an awesome search engine, and I have found it to be the perfect antidote to being mired in info overflow. Though I am sure there are perp machinations behind that.
01-10-2013
At work and winemaking; like so often, sucked into thinking that I was going to go outside pruning but the owner was too busy and no going outside in the snow. I am prepared for it with the clothes, boots and gloves. The perps like these dashed expectation games as I call them.
Lots of things go wrong; when unpacking the grocery shopping an apple self erupted outside of the bag when it wasn't open. Other items pulled from my grasp by unconventional means. I also inadvertently stepped on cat's paw while cutting plastic packing off Dremel diamond cutting wheelI had purchased a few days earlier. I didn't know it was behind me and stepped back an inch to get this pained yowl.
I see some mystery use of my internet connection Dec. 28 when I wasn't here, having returned Jan. 08. The log file has a record of it, having looked due to some strange internet access problems tonight.
Another perp stunt has also increased; plenty of door slamming and outside vibrations going through this room these past three days of being back from a flight.
Today, the Compose button wasn't working in Yahoo Email, and after reloading the page, why, it did. I attempt to type an email address and then my keystrokes are blocked. Bizarre.
The babbling dudes were going on outside, background level, akin to the background babble they would inject into my earmuffs over the past nine years. I haven't had much call for wearing the earmuffs inside any more, so I suppose they are transitioning to live dudes in some kind of communal and orchestrated banter. I did specifically overhear them in early December, and one mentioned "roster" a term that certainly connotes organization and an assigned role. Very curious, though it has to be a straight gimme.
After a year of planted "demand", I finally got a multi-oscillating tool, as it "happened"
to be discounted when I was in the tool store three days ago. Along with it came a DVD, and I went to play it, and there was no response to the menu selections. Back in 2003 I had to give up on CD-ROMs for the same reason, playing them was obstructed and the commands unresponsive. Why is something so trivial as watching an instructional DVD, 20 min. at most, for a power tool so important to a multi-billion dollar annual budget covert agency?
And why is cutting a CD or DVD disc such a consecrated harassment exercise as occured three weeks ago when visiting First Feral Family members in Kamloops? The Fourth Reich obstructed that exercise big time, and then had me "forget" about the USB stick I had in my briefcase. So in other words, they specifically blocked cutting a DVD data disk and didn't want me to have the files as they also blocked me from knowing about the USB stick I had. And why this relentless stupid juvenile insanity and why is it so consistent over ten years of this fucking abuse?
01-11-2012
Mostly vineyard work today, pruning the vines. A clear blue sky, maybe 1 or 2C and with the magnificent view, a rare beautiful day.
Back to this hassle/abuse; my digital cell network to the internet suddenly stopped working as I restarted after tea and chocolate break. So... same as the last place, I get to switch ISP providers to a local WiFi and the perps get to play their games as to how my internet supplier can change things or whatever they are doing/testing/researching with different ISP lines, EMF signals.
And I see my log of the cell network connections, mentioned above with the most odd Dec. 28 entry for an internet connection event when I wasn't here, has been cleaned out by someone. I didn't, as I wanted to print it out, but "somehow" I didn't get it done yesterday when every unfettered instinct and knowledge meme about this harassment would of said, "print it now, glitches happen overnight".
Brutal and ugly dreams last night, though I cannot recall the details. The perps DID NOT screw me over my waking up routine like they had the prior two mornings. Jan. 09 they had me "forget" to set the alarm, and I woke up an hour ahead of work time, and had to not do a torso shave or have coffee to save time. Yesterday morning the alarm was set, but some skittered on the bedside table and shut itself off. They got me up a 0700h and planted the notion I had two hours to get ready, and sometime around 0730h they let me know that work starts at 0800 for crissakes. I never get my morning routine muddled up like they pulled on me yesterday. Then to top it off, they wouldn't let me get to sleep for three hours while they played some kind of radio-like male background banter from the next suite.
01-12-2013
I got sacked for a 2.75 hour nap after lunch. There was no intrinsic need for the sleep as I had a full 7 hours. I call them "nap attacks", unwarranted naps that strike, usually for extended lengths. My determination is that one's brain is more accessible by external means, using unconventional technologies that is. Another use of nap attacks, especially in the early harassment years, 2002 to 2003, is to get me out of the way while they go and mess with something. And example would be when I got my PC back from the shop, got it set up, but not switched on, and a sudden "need" to nap came on strong just then. I didn't get to run the PC until at least two hours later after the nap ended. My theory on that was they wanted to access the shutdown PC there and then and didn't want me around it. Given that it happened at the First Feral Family house makes it more suspicious. Later PC invasion activities made in very clear that they didn't want me using the PC unless they had total control of it. I had pulled the side panel off and ran it, then shut it down, put the side panel on again, and within 10 seconds of boot up the PC just flat out stopped. Only the next day did it run OK, and the re-installation of the side panel seemed to be the reason. It had some energetic properties they could not remotely govern, so down in went, never mind making up any technical excuses.
The post lunch nap attack may have been over the fact that I added two new items to my standard quesadilla fare; shallots and mushrooms were cooked ahead of time and then added into the mix between the tortillas. And as the prefered model of perp testing is to take something more complex at first, and then perform later energetic studies on a simpler subset, one can be sure over the next few weeks that I will be using onions/shallots alone and the same for mushrooms, so they can test each dietary component separately Exciting times in perp land.
And it was from 2003 to 2006 that I always had cooked onions in my quesadilla, but suddenly stopped when I moved to a new residence, and haven't had them since, save them once. On the mushroom side, my perp-abetting mother would cook a large mushroom each Sunday night when I would visit, and she stopped this practice at least four years ago.So it would seem that the perps did not want me ingesting either item, no matter what until today. You read that right; a remotely located and undeclared foreign mind-invasive entity did not want me eating onions or mushrooms until today. And to aid in their research, why they pulled a 3 hour long "nap attack"
I had tea and chocolate after getting up from the nap to help me wake up and then made a tanning salon visit, and then a LD store visit for more chocolate. I had the said chocolate in me while tanning, and subsequently when at the LD store which came with a heavy gangstalker presence. That included threesome of Fat Folk who looked totally stunned, arriving noiselessly some 4' away from the chocolate section and then blocking my egress to get out of there.
The Fat Folk threesome then stood over my former location in the aisle and remained there some 5 minutes later when I crossed the store to look at USB cords. And plenty more hinderers along the way while getting in there and out, and as it was dusk onset, (earlier when in the mountains), I shouldn't have been too surprised. Add in the vehicular dipshits in front of me and making every red light on the way there after taking a route that was to be a relief from an unexpected surge of road traffic.
I see that Yahoo still will not let me create an email, the To; box not accepting key-in or copy/paste input. Funny how there has also been a stop in incoming emails needing a response during this email sending obstruction episode. I await an upgrade from Yahoo to "solve" the problem.
And I now see that the very essential and long used add-on to Firefox, Ad-Block Plus, has been spoofed and disabled. I cannot block images now as Ad-Block doesn't come up in the mouse right click list. I routinely disable all manner of wierd or disturbing images or other page components and now this fundamental (to me) browser component has disabled itself.
01-13-2013
A 0900h get-up without setting the alarm, and lo, if they didn't screw me out of going to yoga at 0930h as there wasn't sufficient time to get it all together. And after yesterday's near three hour nap in mid-day, I didn't need another nine hours of sleep. But as they like to screw me out of yoga repeatedly over the years, why am I surprised? And in knowing that, why didn't I set the alarm for 0800h?
And more mind-fuck games, this time over laundry, a long running perp obsession. They screwed me out of taking the detergent, something that has never been forgotten before, to force an extra trip the length of this motel complex, say, 120' or so. No in-suite laundry here in these too-tight rooms, but at least the price is right. I walked through to the laundry (twice) at about 1045h and no one was out, and there are at least 35 vehicles parked here in specific color order of course. And as it is cold out, and my shirt proved to be inadequate after the the first outing(s), I changed into a warmer shirt and put on the same jacket (after getting mind-fucked into putting the wrong jacket on first). On my way there and back to transfer the laundry from washing machine to dryer, why at least four Fuckwits had emerged. The stand-around-and-stare dude who was in place twice in the past two days each time I arrived back from work, a red and black jacketed walk-by male, a fat female in a round hat, poncho and a leopard skin collar in a just-stand-there-and-look-stupid role next to the building corner and a blonde on butt-sucking (cigarette smoking) duty. All because I changed my shirt ahead of going outside I reckon. Exciting times indeed in perpville.
Enough details of everything perp directed, and now to post this
[Later this evening; outside hot-rod noise running for ten minutes while I had headphones on. More male background banter, wall bangings, dog barkings and like noise eruptions. They got especially frequent and louder and varied after I had used my diamond honing stones.]
Saturday, January 05, 2013
Email Chase
12-30-2012
What is with the non-response, or incommunicado games of late? On Dec. 20 (2012) I sent my boss an email, as I am at the First Feral Family house in another city and won't be at work until Jan. 08. All I wanted was some measurements off a flask so I can get the right sized bung for it while in this gangstalk city. No response, and today I was about to send him an email and he sends me one on another topic. I reply and mention I am also looking for the two measurements, per last email. That was this morning, and with no response in the early evening I phone him and leave a message on his answering machine. Still no response. Like WTF; why is it that certain persons go into a state of non-response all of a sudden?
Two other entities to whom I sent emails about a week before Christmas also didn't reply, though one did say that they were shut down for the holidays. Another outfit from whom I ordered an item, confirmed the order but haven't shipped it for whatever reason, now two weeks later. I suppose the "holiday season" is a great excuse for the perps to disrupt all communications, especially if they have anything to do with online ordering and parcel delivery.
The ear ringing noise seems to have been increased today for whatever reason; I have had it all my life, but when the perps went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002 it suddenly increased in volume and has stayed there ever since. In the pre-berserk/overt years I wondered why I would get this change of ear ringing pitch, maybe 4x/year, and now I know; targeted abuse, For My Brain Only.
12-31-2012
Per above, another email from my boss unrelated to the threads/themes that are topical. Either he is not getting my emails and phone messages or is just plain ignoring me for whatever reason. Will phone tomorrow and see if there is another reason.
More First Feral Family backyard digging up weeds with the neighborhood noise ramping up; hotrod muffler noise, diesel engine noise, and the STRATCOM B-52 noise overhead. No yapping dogs or neighbor powersaw noise strangely, two of their favorites of late.
Then to the local LD store with the Fuckwits in all the aisle posted as faux shoppers. One blonde woman was texting another 3' away, per their discussion just ahead of me in one aisle. They put on a negro at the computer section, just where I needed to go and get a USB stick since making a DVD disk has become a fraught and consecrated hassle. (Like 90% of the time I copy data to a disk, CD or DVD). Funny, the USB stick worked just fine, no problems. As this was the dusk onset time, 1630h at this time of year, it was no surprise the red vehicles were out in numbers, in the parkade and outside on the street. Plus at least four of them crossing my path as I emerged from the downstairs parkade.
Then there is the keep-it-unavailible games that are in progress. The perps wore a hole in my hiking/working boots about two months ago and as they are 22 y.o. and have "somehow" stretched to fit sloppily, it is time for new ones. A certain discount website, STP for now, has them on for $100 less, and keeps sending me email flyers for substantially more discounts. But "for some reason" men's goretex and a number of other products are exempt from further discounting. Like WTF; I know that gortex is proprietary, but it is ubiquitous, and why just for men? And as so many hiking boots have goretex in them it effectively limits my choices. Shipping will cost me $40 and the border/duty/tax gouge will cost me a further $70, so I am no further ahead. And can I find anywhere that sells them retail? No to that. Anyhow, this freaking nonsense over where and how and at what price/discount is playing out big time as it has been going on for six weeks of perusing STP "deals" and other sources. STP sent me an email on how their service was, and I explained that the email discount "deals" had items in them that weren't discounted (a new development) which was impugning their credibility as to the worth of their statements. I never did hear back, -to no surprise.
And as the perps like to use goretex coated gangstalkers it occurred to me that this product, a form of teflon, must have some perp-aiding properties. All that flexing plastic must kick off some kind of EMF (or other) emanations. But as the perps have blithely allowed, if not actively encouraged, us mortals to pollute the earth with teflon manufacturing products called PFOA's, I can only assume this was their plan. Though, the perps do tell me that it was a fuck-up, as the ingested PFOA's, detectable in polar bears for crissakes, interferes with one's EMF signature, especially in brain regions under study. Not my problem, and while it might be believable, I don't give a shit and want to be left alone. Which includes this year's 10kg weight gain that no one has mentioned to me.
01-01-2013
A morning of doing backyard landscape maintenance with the noise parade; hot-rod muffler noise, yappy dogs, neighbor throat clearing and a few assorted others. At least a semblance of normality on this statutory holiday.
Though one wouldn't know it from the gangstalking vehicle cavalcade once I went driving to visit my farm colleague for the afternoon. They even put on a HD motorcycle, with the rider making a turn with an unlit cigarette hanging from his chops. Hilarious. I also got a Japanese motorcycle escort for much the 25 min. cross town journey, and a doddering slow driver ahead of me to keep my speed to where they wanted it. The farm worker friend gave me a turquoise blue and grey jacket because it was spare from a find in a thrift store (apparently), perfect perp colors of course.
I took my perp abetting mother's Ipad along to attempt to learn how to use this impossible device. I have been messing with computers since 1974 and have yet to find a computer so fucking useless; they have pared it down to being totally dysfunctional. Even my colleague agreed, and she has had one for a year or so. All that Apple love and hubris and here it is live; the Ipad, (as far as I know, using the blunder-upon learning model), is the most ridiculous excuse for enraging humans, save those jumping into the whole Apple fold. And it won't pick up my music files, in FLAC format. I cannot get photos on it from Windows Picasa via ITunes, sometimes a connection app, sometimes a music app.
Lots of viewing the Ipad, hers, my mother's, passing them back and forth, then onto 4G cell phones and a ruse to have me get mine from my jacket pocket to show off the Ballistic case as well. Then onto viewing a doc on her 24" LCD screen via Netflix. All those comparisons of the various LCD devices (five in all) is just so exciting for the perps to calibrate me to the colors and whatever other noxious emanations are coming off them. The road to human enslavement is through the display devices each one of us uses, especially if they are in color and are mobile.
While driving there, a way fugly light colored yellow vehicle tailed me, and lo, if it wasn't the same yellow as the background of an old viticulture document I had been reading online, only minutes ago before setting off.
We watched a doc on Netflix about the life of bees and their current plight as to Colony Collapse Disorder, and it was padded with plenty of batty beekeepers and their delusional comparative conflations. This doc instead of another that I had in mind, mentioned to my friend in a prior email which she forgot (she said).
I finally got in touch by phone with my vineyard/winery owner boss; he apparently did get my two emails and single phone message, and explained his non-replies by saying he didn't want to be nagged. How about an acknowledgement that the communication had been received? And the 4 minute task that I requested hasn't been done because he hasn't got around to it, ten days later. I knew he was slack about emails, but as I would see him every day or two it wasn't a big deal. But now that I am hundreds of miles away and in a city where I can get the part I need, why not get this over with? Beats me.
01-03-2013
Much perp dithering to have me to "forget" and to send me back to retrace my steps; some 4x at breakfast when it is the same dog simple food I eat. Then the "stand there" games to have me stand at the open fridge door having been mindfucked out of knowing the one thing I went there for.
All manner of jerkarounds yesterday, cranking up the vexation prior to visiting the ex and daughter at their new residence, they having moved some two months ago. As mentioned many times, there is a geographic component to this insane harassment, and with me visiting those I know at a new residence location is a HUGE deal for the assholes. Maybe that was the main reason they cranked up the annoyance and the constant ear-ringing yesterday.
And back to the blood letting games too; at least 7 shaving "nicks", which aren't from the safety razor at all, these ovoid skin removals that appear just after the razor has passed over the designated location and suddenly erupt and go at least three rounds of steptic pen application before they are staunched. And it really doesn't matter if the razor is just new, or a week old, it has no true causation from anything that I am doing. And extra red colored vehicle gangstalking to accomodate, or somehow resonate with their blood letting games. As predictable as it is tiresome.
Much leaf raking yesterday, the E neighbor of the First Feral Family house continuing his new habit of not raking his leaves so they can run riot in the wind and yet again land upon where I had raked earlier. This is the second year in succession where he suddenly started this new irresponsible habit, so I can only assume he was asked to do it.
Three errands this morning, and all were fulfilled as planned, a very rare event as normally they will fuck me over so at least one was foiled. The parking was plenty gangstalked, and the one store visitation's aisles were fraught with dithering dipshits that made a point of stepping into my planned route just ahead of me. The boom trucks were out too, in keeping with this particular gangstalking need to have me pass by this particular vehicle mass, usually painted yellow.
More eruptions of errant driving now; drive-down-the-wrong-side-of-the-road games have ramped up, at least in the First Feral Family subdivision neighborhood of Gordon Head. The ostensible rationale is that they are going wide to accomodate a cyclist but in fact they pull so wide that they are in the opposite lane and there is at least a car width between them and the cyclist. If that stupid act wasn't enough, they then tarry in the opposite lane for at least 40' past the cyclist, still in the opposing lane. All the one-way alternating traffic roadworks to date, and there has been a considerable amount, still hasn't been enough.
This over-polite allowance for cyclists is then matched with blowing through 4-way stops, twice in one trip, same intersection, there and back. And add up the ten year long skein of belligerent late-yellow and early-red traffic light blow-throughs (at full speed, not looking for a potential collision, -even bus drivers and cyclists) and one can discern that this entire choreography of vehicular gangstalking is arranged to the microsecond.
The mud splattered vehicle games have also ramped up; they cannot get enough of having road grime plastered on vehicles in my proximity. The vehicle color seems to be an important part of this particular nonsense. Yesterday, a 2" diam. patch of garden dirt arrived by itself in the hallway from the kitchen and entrance. I walked over or past it a number of times, but just prior to heading out to dinner I got "motivated" to clean it up with a broom and dustpan, and that was the very instant my perp-abetting mother arrived to stand and wait for me to finish cleaning up the dirt that arrived by no conventional means. And of course the adjacent garbage can wasn't lined with a plastic bag so I had to dump it in a kitchen counter garbage pail some 8' away, just to make this in-house soil removal exercise a bigger hassle than it already was.
A visit to the LVT tool store today with not only a gangstalker infestation, but one wacko stunt; an olive green dressed male looking as if he came off a landscape job in muddy gumboots with a soil mucked shovel in hand. This Fuckwit was holding the shovel vertically, spade end to the floor. First he was posing at my first stop in the store, then I moved by the other obstructing Fuckwits to a second part, and lo, if he hadn't moved again to "be with me", some 10' away again. At no time was I in or near the garden section which would of provided a semblance of a cover story for this dumbshit act, and he was standing stock still both times and not even pretending to be shopping. Totally absurd, and yet again, a seeming emulation of many of my activities of the past three weeks, shovelling soil and digging weeds. He gets an all-time dumbshit label for this heroic stupidity.
After that, I decided to get to the express pickup and get out. And lo, if they didn't place a god-awful dreadlocks woman with two children at the pickup desk. I decided I couldn't look at this freak. She departed after a minute or so, and then this chinless dude in an orange shirt and a red and white checkered jacket comes along from a second entry way. He files in behind me, and in short order I finish up. I go the parking lot, and am about to start the vehicle, and this same chinless Fuckwit comes from the building, taking the longer route through this side door I hadn't noticed before. As he was walking in the parking lot he stares at me for about five seconds while headed to his vehicle. Like WTF; this awful color combination dressed Fuckwit takes the long route both in and out, (and partically crossing my route) and then somehow knows where I am and then casts a stare. If his view of the world is like mine, there is no way he could of picked me out as glass, and vehicle glass in particular, has so many extra reflections off of it that it makes seeing into any vehicle most problematic. I suppose the perps thought his chinlessness in side profile wasn't enough, so I was obliged to see the Fuckwit's face in full, sans chin. And have I mentioned how much I loathe the sight of chinless males, not to mention the dreaded dreads? At least once/month.
01-04-2012
A major tail-me job on the way to the auto glass shop as my mother's vehicle got a cracked windshield from last week's road trip. Then the story changes; it takes 3 to 4 hours instead of 2 to 3 hours, this from the same person, though the first time was on the phone. Sometimes I wonder if the regular folk abettors, unlike the operatives, are stressed from telling lies on behalf of the Psychopathic Confederacy. No sorry or anything like that, no-sir, not allowed, and it was the same person.
A major tail-me and gangstalking scene once I got into my mother's vehicle at the auto glass shop. Though, I had travelled there in a Yellow Cab, and the perps have never let me ride in a yellow colored vehicle in the ten years of this insane abuse until today. Yellow colors are selectively added into the gangstalking mix, usually after a "warm up" of white, silver-grey, grey and black colors, usually vehicles. Not only was there a white fabric paneled 5 ton commercial delivery truck parked in the bays and keeping me from going anywhere for the first minute or so, but they also put on a major human gangstalk at my first stop, only a minute away in the next block. The store had hiking boots, among many other outdoor themed products, and the boot section was so plugged up with stocking/stalking carts, apparent store personnel and faux shoppers/obstructors that I gave up and never tried a single boot on. Some three weeks ago, when checking out boots at a different store, there was rampant surges of gangstalkers making every effort to stand over me before I gave it up. The boot aquisition fuckery is still on full; blocking or obstructing in retail stores and web site manipulations for deterring any online transactions. That the perps are totally nuts about footwear, mine, and wherever I stand, is an understatement, but I don't know why they are so fucking nuts over me getting new hiking boots.
And seeing through a new pane of autoglass (windshield) is also a major new event for the perps. One design feature of windshields is that they have a layer of plastic in it to keep the pieces together should it break. And this seems to be a very big deal for them. Not only do they likely have the old glass in their possession, but they get to monitor me viewing through new glass, and the type of glass or transparent pane is of intense interest too. And they ensured my perp-abetting mother was out of the house when I came back from the autoglass shop, and had me hang around for two hours in the FFF house before picking my mother up at friend's place some 10 min. away. All these choreographed entrances and exits, akin to a farce, though protracted, grievous and abusive and well as in full. No walking out of a theatre on this gig.
The morning was spent on landscape work, re-potting some 8 pots, and usually splitting the potted ornamental grasses into two, and then re-potting one, and out-planting the other half in a permanent bed. No end of accompanying neighborhood noise; hot-rod noise, table saw noise, yapping dogs and even street yappers that would come on just when extracting the plant, touching and splitting the root bunches. No aircraft circling for four passes like two days ago. Exciting advances in perp-land indeed.
01-05-2012
Some outside time this morning; Home Depot should be renamed Gangstalk Depot, or if not, Hopeless Depot. They are getting close to be the same as a Canadian store chain, CT, where I get skunked some 95% of my visits. As in not finding what I was looking for. Never mind the staff gangstalking in all those red shirts.
This town, the Gangstalk Capital of Canada (Victoria, BC) is even getting worse for running late yellow and early red traffic lights than a year ago when I last lived here, and the three prior visitations I made. No hesitation, no looking around, they come barreling through at 35mph as if the light were green. Perhaps the perps are going to treat me to a crash sometime, though they haven't since the abusive insanity began its berserk/overt phase in 04-2002. I did see a vehicle leave the I-5 at 60mph in 2001, surely something they arranged for me, as it seems my entire existence has been scripted and choreographed with unerring precision.
Then in-town brother arrived for dinner, sans sort-of girlfriend. She is a Thai woman, and no one can figure out what is going on, as they live in separate parts of his house and she stays up late and sleeps much of the day and doesn't work. I suppose she would be part of the brown games, as each brother has a brown skinned girlfriend, and the perps are absolutely berserk over introducing brown colors into my existence, usually after a run of other colors, e.g. vehicles.
Another gangstalking set-up; having me stand in front of the cathode ray TV, formerly of the living room until a week ago, and then my perp abetting mother and brother fuss and putz to get it going, "happening" to stand over where I was standing a minute before hand. Both of them are getting worse as technical retards, or else are putting on this act. Given the countless dumbshit acts the perps like to hound me with, all to raise more angst, ire and repetition of instructions, it is a central theme in their fuckery. Sandbag me with dolts, idiots, boneheads and create a situation where their input may become germane, all to crank me up and sabotage my efforts to have the impending disaster averted. Such was life with the ex, someone who was decidedly part of this insane fuckery.
The in-town brother takes four servings of turkey meat and then goes into long soliloquies about his garage sale exploits. All to protract his dining time while my mother and me wait on and on.
Said brother brings over 8 five gallon buckets for me to transfer the garden waste from this First Feral Family house when he had turned down my assistance to remove the same garden waste in larger bins. No mention why he couldn't of made it here earlier to get the same help today.
The perps slopped a tablespoon of red wine onto my lap during dinner, the wine magically launched itself out of the glass while it was in transit, skipping over my hand and somehow going straight down on my pants. Past FFF events have had the quisling father in his supposed dementia state, when he resided here, somehow send a full wine glass 6' up the wall, 3' behind him. No one actually saw it happen, and only knew about it when he started to apologize.
And other teleportational ructions earlier today. I went outside to harvest sage and rosemary and after bringing it in the kitchen, and was cutting off the leaves of the rosemary while my mother attended to the sage, why, somehow, the remaining rosemary spring ended up in my mother's hand and it was replaced with a sprig of sage. Like WTF; we were 5' apart, each attending to a different and discrete portion, and somehow, when my vision was diverted, a sprig of sage arrived in place of the rosemary. My mother was ditzing around just then, and that is when I saw the rosemary sprig that had disappeared from being 4" away from where I was cutting up the first rosemary sprig. She made out that she didn't know she had it, so I had to retrieve it from her hand. Fucking hilarious. A minute later, she gave up cutting the sage and I had to finish the job. And how many times have I mentioned that the perps love to gangstalk me whenever I am cutting meat or vegetation, which has included grass cutting, pruning, food prep, crop harvesting etc? At least 50 to 100 times per year. And too, I was the one to cut the turkey meat up as well, always a big perp moment and my perp-abetting mother making excuses to close in on me. How about leaving me the fuck alone?
I will post this now, a Saturday, with one last day in the First Feral Family house tomorrow. On Monday, I fly to Kelowna to get back to some sanity (more than here, but not without its lapses- theirs that is), and I should be good for a round of more nonsense, having just flown. The perps have considerable interest in my elevation from the ground, from apartment towers, constant elevator accompaniment and the rest of the senseless perversity and abusive goings on you read here.
What is with the non-response, or incommunicado games of late? On Dec. 20 (2012) I sent my boss an email, as I am at the First Feral Family house in another city and won't be at work until Jan. 08. All I wanted was some measurements off a flask so I can get the right sized bung for it while in this gangstalk city. No response, and today I was about to send him an email and he sends me one on another topic. I reply and mention I am also looking for the two measurements, per last email. That was this morning, and with no response in the early evening I phone him and leave a message on his answering machine. Still no response. Like WTF; why is it that certain persons go into a state of non-response all of a sudden?
Two other entities to whom I sent emails about a week before Christmas also didn't reply, though one did say that they were shut down for the holidays. Another outfit from whom I ordered an item, confirmed the order but haven't shipped it for whatever reason, now two weeks later. I suppose the "holiday season" is a great excuse for the perps to disrupt all communications, especially if they have anything to do with online ordering and parcel delivery.
The ear ringing noise seems to have been increased today for whatever reason; I have had it all my life, but when the perps went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002 it suddenly increased in volume and has stayed there ever since. In the pre-berserk/overt years I wondered why I would get this change of ear ringing pitch, maybe 4x/year, and now I know; targeted abuse, For My Brain Only.
12-31-2012
Per above, another email from my boss unrelated to the threads/themes that are topical. Either he is not getting my emails and phone messages or is just plain ignoring me for whatever reason. Will phone tomorrow and see if there is another reason.
More First Feral Family backyard digging up weeds with the neighborhood noise ramping up; hotrod muffler noise, diesel engine noise, and the STRATCOM B-52 noise overhead. No yapping dogs or neighbor powersaw noise strangely, two of their favorites of late.
Then to the local LD store with the Fuckwits in all the aisle posted as faux shoppers. One blonde woman was texting another 3' away, per their discussion just ahead of me in one aisle. They put on a negro at the computer section, just where I needed to go and get a USB stick since making a DVD disk has become a fraught and consecrated hassle. (Like 90% of the time I copy data to a disk, CD or DVD). Funny, the USB stick worked just fine, no problems. As this was the dusk onset time, 1630h at this time of year, it was no surprise the red vehicles were out in numbers, in the parkade and outside on the street. Plus at least four of them crossing my path as I emerged from the downstairs parkade.
Then there is the keep-it-unavailible games that are in progress. The perps wore a hole in my hiking/working boots about two months ago and as they are 22 y.o. and have "somehow" stretched to fit sloppily, it is time for new ones. A certain discount website, STP for now, has them on for $100 less, and keeps sending me email flyers for substantially more discounts. But "for some reason" men's goretex and a number of other products are exempt from further discounting. Like WTF; I know that gortex is proprietary, but it is ubiquitous, and why just for men? And as so many hiking boots have goretex in them it effectively limits my choices. Shipping will cost me $40 and the border/duty/tax gouge will cost me a further $70, so I am no further ahead. And can I find anywhere that sells them retail? No to that. Anyhow, this freaking nonsense over where and how and at what price/discount is playing out big time as it has been going on for six weeks of perusing STP "deals" and other sources. STP sent me an email on how their service was, and I explained that the email discount "deals" had items in them that weren't discounted (a new development) which was impugning their credibility as to the worth of their statements. I never did hear back, -to no surprise.
And as the perps like to use goretex coated gangstalkers it occurred to me that this product, a form of teflon, must have some perp-aiding properties. All that flexing plastic must kick off some kind of EMF (or other) emanations. But as the perps have blithely allowed, if not actively encouraged, us mortals to pollute the earth with teflon manufacturing products called PFOA's, I can only assume this was their plan. Though, the perps do tell me that it was a fuck-up, as the ingested PFOA's, detectable in polar bears for crissakes, interferes with one's EMF signature, especially in brain regions under study. Not my problem, and while it might be believable, I don't give a shit and want to be left alone. Which includes this year's 10kg weight gain that no one has mentioned to me.
01-01-2013
A morning of doing backyard landscape maintenance with the noise parade; hot-rod muffler noise, yappy dogs, neighbor throat clearing and a few assorted others. At least a semblance of normality on this statutory holiday.
Though one wouldn't know it from the gangstalking vehicle cavalcade once I went driving to visit my farm colleague for the afternoon. They even put on a HD motorcycle, with the rider making a turn with an unlit cigarette hanging from his chops. Hilarious. I also got a Japanese motorcycle escort for much the 25 min. cross town journey, and a doddering slow driver ahead of me to keep my speed to where they wanted it. The farm worker friend gave me a turquoise blue and grey jacket because it was spare from a find in a thrift store (apparently), perfect perp colors of course.
I took my perp abetting mother's Ipad along to attempt to learn how to use this impossible device. I have been messing with computers since 1974 and have yet to find a computer so fucking useless; they have pared it down to being totally dysfunctional. Even my colleague agreed, and she has had one for a year or so. All that Apple love and hubris and here it is live; the Ipad, (as far as I know, using the blunder-upon learning model), is the most ridiculous excuse for enraging humans, save those jumping into the whole Apple fold. And it won't pick up my music files, in FLAC format. I cannot get photos on it from Windows Picasa via ITunes, sometimes a connection app, sometimes a music app.
Lots of viewing the Ipad, hers, my mother's, passing them back and forth, then onto 4G cell phones and a ruse to have me get mine from my jacket pocket to show off the Ballistic case as well. Then onto viewing a doc on her 24" LCD screen via Netflix. All those comparisons of the various LCD devices (five in all) is just so exciting for the perps to calibrate me to the colors and whatever other noxious emanations are coming off them. The road to human enslavement is through the display devices each one of us uses, especially if they are in color and are mobile.
While driving there, a way fugly light colored yellow vehicle tailed me, and lo, if it wasn't the same yellow as the background of an old viticulture document I had been reading online, only minutes ago before setting off.
We watched a doc on Netflix about the life of bees and their current plight as to Colony Collapse Disorder, and it was padded with plenty of batty beekeepers and their delusional comparative conflations. This doc instead of another that I had in mind, mentioned to my friend in a prior email which she forgot (she said).
I finally got in touch by phone with my vineyard/winery owner boss; he apparently did get my two emails and single phone message, and explained his non-replies by saying he didn't want to be nagged. How about an acknowledgement that the communication had been received? And the 4 minute task that I requested hasn't been done because he hasn't got around to it, ten days later. I knew he was slack about emails, but as I would see him every day or two it wasn't a big deal. But now that I am hundreds of miles away and in a city where I can get the part I need, why not get this over with? Beats me.
01-03-2013
Much perp dithering to have me to "forget" and to send me back to retrace my steps; some 4x at breakfast when it is the same dog simple food I eat. Then the "stand there" games to have me stand at the open fridge door having been mindfucked out of knowing the one thing I went there for.
All manner of jerkarounds yesterday, cranking up the vexation prior to visiting the ex and daughter at their new residence, they having moved some two months ago. As mentioned many times, there is a geographic component to this insane harassment, and with me visiting those I know at a new residence location is a HUGE deal for the assholes. Maybe that was the main reason they cranked up the annoyance and the constant ear-ringing yesterday.
And back to the blood letting games too; at least 7 shaving "nicks", which aren't from the safety razor at all, these ovoid skin removals that appear just after the razor has passed over the designated location and suddenly erupt and go at least three rounds of steptic pen application before they are staunched. And it really doesn't matter if the razor is just new, or a week old, it has no true causation from anything that I am doing. And extra red colored vehicle gangstalking to accomodate, or somehow resonate with their blood letting games. As predictable as it is tiresome.
Much leaf raking yesterday, the E neighbor of the First Feral Family house continuing his new habit of not raking his leaves so they can run riot in the wind and yet again land upon where I had raked earlier. This is the second year in succession where he suddenly started this new irresponsible habit, so I can only assume he was asked to do it.
Three errands this morning, and all were fulfilled as planned, a very rare event as normally they will fuck me over so at least one was foiled. The parking was plenty gangstalked, and the one store visitation's aisles were fraught with dithering dipshits that made a point of stepping into my planned route just ahead of me. The boom trucks were out too, in keeping with this particular gangstalking need to have me pass by this particular vehicle mass, usually painted yellow.
More eruptions of errant driving now; drive-down-the-wrong-side-of-the-road games have ramped up, at least in the First Feral Family subdivision neighborhood of Gordon Head. The ostensible rationale is that they are going wide to accomodate a cyclist but in fact they pull so wide that they are in the opposite lane and there is at least a car width between them and the cyclist. If that stupid act wasn't enough, they then tarry in the opposite lane for at least 40' past the cyclist, still in the opposing lane. All the one-way alternating traffic roadworks to date, and there has been a considerable amount, still hasn't been enough.
This over-polite allowance for cyclists is then matched with blowing through 4-way stops, twice in one trip, same intersection, there and back. And add up the ten year long skein of belligerent late-yellow and early-red traffic light blow-throughs (at full speed, not looking for a potential collision, -even bus drivers and cyclists) and one can discern that this entire choreography of vehicular gangstalking is arranged to the microsecond.
The mud splattered vehicle games have also ramped up; they cannot get enough of having road grime plastered on vehicles in my proximity. The vehicle color seems to be an important part of this particular nonsense. Yesterday, a 2" diam. patch of garden dirt arrived by itself in the hallway from the kitchen and entrance. I walked over or past it a number of times, but just prior to heading out to dinner I got "motivated" to clean it up with a broom and dustpan, and that was the very instant my perp-abetting mother arrived to stand and wait for me to finish cleaning up the dirt that arrived by no conventional means. And of course the adjacent garbage can wasn't lined with a plastic bag so I had to dump it in a kitchen counter garbage pail some 8' away, just to make this in-house soil removal exercise a bigger hassle than it already was.
A visit to the LVT tool store today with not only a gangstalker infestation, but one wacko stunt; an olive green dressed male looking as if he came off a landscape job in muddy gumboots with a soil mucked shovel in hand. This Fuckwit was holding the shovel vertically, spade end to the floor. First he was posing at my first stop in the store, then I moved by the other obstructing Fuckwits to a second part, and lo, if he hadn't moved again to "be with me", some 10' away again. At no time was I in or near the garden section which would of provided a semblance of a cover story for this dumbshit act, and he was standing stock still both times and not even pretending to be shopping. Totally absurd, and yet again, a seeming emulation of many of my activities of the past three weeks, shovelling soil and digging weeds. He gets an all-time dumbshit label for this heroic stupidity.
After that, I decided to get to the express pickup and get out. And lo, if they didn't place a god-awful dreadlocks woman with two children at the pickup desk. I decided I couldn't look at this freak. She departed after a minute or so, and then this chinless dude in an orange shirt and a red and white checkered jacket comes along from a second entry way. He files in behind me, and in short order I finish up. I go the parking lot, and am about to start the vehicle, and this same chinless Fuckwit comes from the building, taking the longer route through this side door I hadn't noticed before. As he was walking in the parking lot he stares at me for about five seconds while headed to his vehicle. Like WTF; this awful color combination dressed Fuckwit takes the long route both in and out, (and partically crossing my route) and then somehow knows where I am and then casts a stare. If his view of the world is like mine, there is no way he could of picked me out as glass, and vehicle glass in particular, has so many extra reflections off of it that it makes seeing into any vehicle most problematic. I suppose the perps thought his chinlessness in side profile wasn't enough, so I was obliged to see the Fuckwit's face in full, sans chin. And have I mentioned how much I loathe the sight of chinless males, not to mention the dreaded dreads? At least once/month.
01-04-2012
A major tail-me job on the way to the auto glass shop as my mother's vehicle got a cracked windshield from last week's road trip. Then the story changes; it takes 3 to 4 hours instead of 2 to 3 hours, this from the same person, though the first time was on the phone. Sometimes I wonder if the regular folk abettors, unlike the operatives, are stressed from telling lies on behalf of the Psychopathic Confederacy. No sorry or anything like that, no-sir, not allowed, and it was the same person.
A major tail-me and gangstalking scene once I got into my mother's vehicle at the auto glass shop. Though, I had travelled there in a Yellow Cab, and the perps have never let me ride in a yellow colored vehicle in the ten years of this insane abuse until today. Yellow colors are selectively added into the gangstalking mix, usually after a "warm up" of white, silver-grey, grey and black colors, usually vehicles. Not only was there a white fabric paneled 5 ton commercial delivery truck parked in the bays and keeping me from going anywhere for the first minute or so, but they also put on a major human gangstalk at my first stop, only a minute away in the next block. The store had hiking boots, among many other outdoor themed products, and the boot section was so plugged up with stocking/stalking carts, apparent store personnel and faux shoppers/obstructors that I gave up and never tried a single boot on. Some three weeks ago, when checking out boots at a different store, there was rampant surges of gangstalkers making every effort to stand over me before I gave it up. The boot aquisition fuckery is still on full; blocking or obstructing in retail stores and web site manipulations for deterring any online transactions. That the perps are totally nuts about footwear, mine, and wherever I stand, is an understatement, but I don't know why they are so fucking nuts over me getting new hiking boots.
And seeing through a new pane of autoglass (windshield) is also a major new event for the perps. One design feature of windshields is that they have a layer of plastic in it to keep the pieces together should it break. And this seems to be a very big deal for them. Not only do they likely have the old glass in their possession, but they get to monitor me viewing through new glass, and the type of glass or transparent pane is of intense interest too. And they ensured my perp-abetting mother was out of the house when I came back from the autoglass shop, and had me hang around for two hours in the FFF house before picking my mother up at friend's place some 10 min. away. All these choreographed entrances and exits, akin to a farce, though protracted, grievous and abusive and well as in full. No walking out of a theatre on this gig.
The morning was spent on landscape work, re-potting some 8 pots, and usually splitting the potted ornamental grasses into two, and then re-potting one, and out-planting the other half in a permanent bed. No end of accompanying neighborhood noise; hot-rod noise, table saw noise, yapping dogs and even street yappers that would come on just when extracting the plant, touching and splitting the root bunches. No aircraft circling for four passes like two days ago. Exciting advances in perp-land indeed.
01-05-2012
Some outside time this morning; Home Depot should be renamed Gangstalk Depot, or if not, Hopeless Depot. They are getting close to be the same as a Canadian store chain, CT, where I get skunked some 95% of my visits. As in not finding what I was looking for. Never mind the staff gangstalking in all those red shirts.
This town, the Gangstalk Capital of Canada (Victoria, BC) is even getting worse for running late yellow and early red traffic lights than a year ago when I last lived here, and the three prior visitations I made. No hesitation, no looking around, they come barreling through at 35mph as if the light were green. Perhaps the perps are going to treat me to a crash sometime, though they haven't since the abusive insanity began its berserk/overt phase in 04-2002. I did see a vehicle leave the I-5 at 60mph in 2001, surely something they arranged for me, as it seems my entire existence has been scripted and choreographed with unerring precision.
Then in-town brother arrived for dinner, sans sort-of girlfriend. She is a Thai woman, and no one can figure out what is going on, as they live in separate parts of his house and she stays up late and sleeps much of the day and doesn't work. I suppose she would be part of the brown games, as each brother has a brown skinned girlfriend, and the perps are absolutely berserk over introducing brown colors into my existence, usually after a run of other colors, e.g. vehicles.
Another gangstalking set-up; having me stand in front of the cathode ray TV, formerly of the living room until a week ago, and then my perp abetting mother and brother fuss and putz to get it going, "happening" to stand over where I was standing a minute before hand. Both of them are getting worse as technical retards, or else are putting on this act. Given the countless dumbshit acts the perps like to hound me with, all to raise more angst, ire and repetition of instructions, it is a central theme in their fuckery. Sandbag me with dolts, idiots, boneheads and create a situation where their input may become germane, all to crank me up and sabotage my efforts to have the impending disaster averted. Such was life with the ex, someone who was decidedly part of this insane fuckery.
The in-town brother takes four servings of turkey meat and then goes into long soliloquies about his garage sale exploits. All to protract his dining time while my mother and me wait on and on.
Said brother brings over 8 five gallon buckets for me to transfer the garden waste from this First Feral Family house when he had turned down my assistance to remove the same garden waste in larger bins. No mention why he couldn't of made it here earlier to get the same help today.
The perps slopped a tablespoon of red wine onto my lap during dinner, the wine magically launched itself out of the glass while it was in transit, skipping over my hand and somehow going straight down on my pants. Past FFF events have had the quisling father in his supposed dementia state, when he resided here, somehow send a full wine glass 6' up the wall, 3' behind him. No one actually saw it happen, and only knew about it when he started to apologize.
And other teleportational ructions earlier today. I went outside to harvest sage and rosemary and after bringing it in the kitchen, and was cutting off the leaves of the rosemary while my mother attended to the sage, why, somehow, the remaining rosemary spring ended up in my mother's hand and it was replaced with a sprig of sage. Like WTF; we were 5' apart, each attending to a different and discrete portion, and somehow, when my vision was diverted, a sprig of sage arrived in place of the rosemary. My mother was ditzing around just then, and that is when I saw the rosemary sprig that had disappeared from being 4" away from where I was cutting up the first rosemary sprig. She made out that she didn't know she had it, so I had to retrieve it from her hand. Fucking hilarious. A minute later, she gave up cutting the sage and I had to finish the job. And how many times have I mentioned that the perps love to gangstalk me whenever I am cutting meat or vegetation, which has included grass cutting, pruning, food prep, crop harvesting etc? At least 50 to 100 times per year. And too, I was the one to cut the turkey meat up as well, always a big perp moment and my perp-abetting mother making excuses to close in on me. How about leaving me the fuck alone?
I will post this now, a Saturday, with one last day in the First Feral Family house tomorrow. On Monday, I fly to Kelowna to get back to some sanity (more than here, but not without its lapses- theirs that is), and I should be good for a round of more nonsense, having just flown. The perps have considerable interest in my elevation from the ground, from apartment towers, constant elevator accompaniment and the rest of the senseless perversity and abusive goings on you read here.
Friday, June 01, 2012
Yoga With Heavy Breather
05-27-2012
A morning yoga class, with the instructor looking totally scared the whole time, or else looking up for some curious reason and not at the class members. Whatever, I have seen both many times, and I could never figure out the scared shitless look of others for all those years until the assholes went overt on me in 2002. I had done nothing to engender such a "response", and indeed, it was more like them being scared shitless at their first look at me, not exactly a response to me directly. A plump younger instructor with plenty of cleavage on show, and always an interesting diversion.
The prominent gangstalker cum Fuckwit of the yoga class was a too-large dude with a skinhead with a half inch of gray fuzz on it, a red headband and the de rigueur (for males), baggy shorts to the knee. That wasn't the half of it, as he breathed so heavy for all of the class duration, even if he was a competant yoga practicioner. If I had a aspirator (for asthmatics) I would of given it to him. It was noise-invasive and way too overdone for a moderate level class, and for all the strenuous exercise classes I have taken, I have never encountered someone who made such a loud show as to their constant breathing. Not only that, he stank of BO, and I was sure to get a whiff of it every few minutes. That he set up next to me and ahead by 2' made it easy for the instructor to hide behind him at times for further spatial juxtaposition games they like to play. And as the final coup, he departs the class early by not cleaning his mat, and then sits on the couch in the waiting area, arm extended across the back in typical perp seat aggrandizement mode. I have seen it on so many bus trips, and this sudden public behavior change cannot be anything but orchestrated.
LIke the dude in yesterday's class, the above yoga male slithered in at the last minute, a space beside me left by four other yoga class members. This brings back memories of the past yoga classes and this ridiculous seating arrangement games that would go on.
And I see the perps locked up my email again, shutting down a sending an email and then shutting me down from viewing the Sent box to see if it went or not. These arranged "glitches" on sending emails have been more frequent of late, and obviously it is something that intrigues the perps. Said email would not of been needed to be sent if the recipient had the normal and expectable decency to sent me an email to acknowledge the fax I sent him four days ago. More FUD-ing around again.
1715h
And the perps locked up this PC again, and wiped out my two paragraphs of blogging even if it was saved only a minute before the abend. And they even shutdown the Ctrl-Alt-Del function to bring up the Task Manager, so I was obliged to give it the one finger salute, power this PC down and restart.
I was mentioning the weather today, and the promise of another good day of tanning on the beach. It only lasted a half hour and a major cloud came over and that was the end of tanning outside. I should not be too surprised, as they pulled this two weeks ago, having me tan on the beach for two hours (before a cloud came over), and no tanning weather of any expectable duration since until yesterday. Today was to be better according to the forecast, and the weather looked promising, but not for long once I got to the beach. They wouldn't of sent me to the sunny Okanagan unless to get more sun exposure, but it seems that they are still "tuning me", giving me short sun exposures and then cutting down on the available direct sunlight for two week durations. This is what "happened" two weeks ago; tanning on the beach for about two hours, then clouded over to end the tanning, and no decent tanning weather until yesterday. So it would seem they want to curtail outside tanning exposures, even if they have me alternate between salon tanning and outside tanning.
I thought they were going to take me out earlier today, with a red light running vehicle coming straight at me while I was making a L turn on a green light. No green-to-yellow-to-red traffic light transitions were involved. I proceeded W bound to make a L turn to go S bound, and the N and S bound lanes were all stopped at the red traffic control. Though, for the three lanes of the N bound traffic only the E and W lanes were populated with vehicles, and the centre lane was empty. So this mini-van comes barreling along between the two stopped lanes of traffic (should be a significant clue to stop in and of itself, never mind the red light) and is aimed straight at me, less than 20' away at at least 50kph (30mph). Had she not applied her brakes I would have been mush. I got out of the way to make my turn faster than I normally would of, and there were no impeding oncoming vehicles, i.e. E bound vehicles. In hindsight, it seemed like a total fix, and nothing accidental about it, as the driver of the offending vehicle must of had me lined up for longer than I was aware of her coming at me. And here she was in the middle of the intersection after running the red light, and then proceeded straight through, no other E-W traffic was present for any secondary collisions. Normally they have me covered with vehicles at intersections and causing me to wait in mid-intersection to make almost all L-hand turns. This was odd at the outset due to the fact there were no vehicles but mine going E-W or W-E and having the middle S lane open for someone to come straight at me. The mini-van driver didn't seem too fussed that she came close to killing me, and I can only assume that the perps worked this all out and the offending driver had sufficient practice and assurances there would not be a collision.
And constant HD motorcycle noise while I typed up the above paragragh, getting through my hearing protection earmuffs no problem at all. It was when typing the above the first time the perps shut down this PC and locked everything up. Now, they just shook this suite "from" a nearby door, though one not directly connected. Go figure.
And a Chicken Run trip to the grocery store that will go by the abbreviation of SOF. Regular readers will know that the act of purchasing my nearly only meat source once every two or three weeks, a cooked rotisserie chicken is a BIG harassment event. And too, I dutifully took my application and my new membership card (with magnetic stripe, note) and was directed to customer service where a disgusting skinheaded male (very Unfavored) was in charge. And it turned out I didn't need to go there he said. Onto the deli counter to get the chicken, and lo, if I wasn't getting the "blithe wandering Fuckwit act", the gangstalkers that "happen" to get in my way in the aisle by pretending not to notice they are getting in my way. Finally, I get near the counter and they put on a male with a prosthetic device on one leg, seen because the Fuckwit was wearing shorts for crissakes. He paralleled me at the deli counter with at least two women associated with him taking turns to walk past me, too close and fucking rude it was too.
Anyhow, a big deal for the tired deli counter assistant to perfunctorily cut a cooked chicken in two and avoid looking at me. Onto the chocolate section after that, and more Fuckwits milling around me at the checkouts which were near obstruction level. The elder-couple in front of me bailed out for no sane reason, going to the next checkout which made their wait plainly longer. I am getting so many male gangstalkers in shorts these days, and the more ridiculous kind. That is, elder males with spindly white legs in baggy carmine red shorts, and all the way to the young dudes in baggy shorts to below their knees. The elder-males are nearly always sporting a tummy, or worse, a profound slab of flab up front, the most obvious case being this 60-ish male in nice black slacks and a mid-blue dress shirt, though no tie or jacket. I pass him standing on the sidewalk leaning against a pole that held up a steel mesh fence that bounded an empty lot. That was stupid enough, but when I drive by W bound he is still there, but instead of leaning against the fence facing the street, he faces 90 degree, still standing for me to see him in profile and sporting a mild gut. Like WTF; here he was in near Sunday best, and standing around in an obvious staged show, and he times his presentation (orientation) for me to see him face on, and then in profile with a small gut hanging over his belt. Absurd as it is plainly orchestrated IMHO, and what on earth is such blatant stupidity all about?
Continued HD motorcycle noise all today (3-5/min.), and even a motorcycle escort when I took my vehicle on the highway to run off the water beads on it, as I had rinsed with a pressure washer at a vehicle cleaning station. My cavalcade of vehicles in both directions was ready for me, and when N. bound (returning) they even put the motorcyclist in front of a metallic red vehicle as a colored mobile backdrop and had the motorcyclist change his lane position L to R and back many times.
I got some packing done this evening and to no surprise, with accompanying increased HD motorcycle noise. They also pounded the place to make a noise and shake it and me at the same time. Moving one's belongings is a total perp intrusion event.
05-28-2012
A day of work on the vineyard; getting wet while fixing the irrigation system was first. Then attending to crossed trellis wires and then shoot tucking, where one ensures the shoots are kept inside the trellis wires, a post width apart. Then back to planting vines, always of extra perp interest. I even got to take my shirt off for a half hour before lunch, and on during lunch. Then after lunch, I was expecting to get a few hours of tanning on my back while planting vines, but no, the perps pulled a cloud-job and blocked it off after 20 minutes. A familiar tale it seems, and sunlight has a whole lot to do with the perp agenda.
Two PC crashes, and a throat clearing from the N. neighbor as I write this up. Now, outside pounding and vibration. One PC crash was timed so to have a "need" to take a crap immediately afterwards. Yes, we are now at tactical timing of taking a crap, graduating from tactical timing of taking a piss for the last 10 years. Woohoo, the signs of perp progress.
05-29-2012
One of the perp's favorite online jerkarounds is to defeat data entry of name and passwords. The wipe my attention keeping abilities, have me thinking that I am typing in my User ID or Password in the dialog box online, and when I get to look, why, it isn't there. They fucked with the application, and fucked with me monitoring my typing (which I would do ordinarily as I am under constant harassment of keystroke sabotage), and then have me scream at them for jerking me around as it never was entered in the dialog box. Then I do it over again, this time using the mouse to reset the keying start location. Just hilarious, and all the more that it goes on at least 2x/day. This is primetime to be pulling that particular stunt as I am entering in my change of address online many times per day. Moving in two days to a shared house. Very concerning this move, as they haven't allowed me to live with any others since 06-1999.
Parcel delivery games again; not only did I get forced to accept the quote to ship it to this location I am about to move from because the alternate shipping quote attachment wouldn't open, but purportedly the courier pulled another perp stunt. The attempted to deliver the parcel to this motel suite and of course I wasn't in, and they didn't bother to deliver it to the front office which was open all day long. I get a notice that they will re-attempt another delivery the next day, and then they don't. Finally (there is no such thing in this existence) I go online and they say they will deliver it tomorrow. But why were they so fucking boneheaded about delivering to a suite when there was a closer and better alternative? Regular readers will know that UPS(2) and Canada Post(1) pulled this same stunt a few months ago, so now it is Loomis' turn to act stupid.
And on the bizarre escalation games, following that near T-bone collision they pulled on me two days ago, (and arranging the intersection to accomodate the near escape and secondary collisions), the perps pulled a traffic light stunt of some interest. I was not at this intersection, it was a half block away, and I was making a L onto a arterial from a residential road. I had to look R. of course to make sure no traffic was coming from that direction, and the lights were green for two lanes S bound and two lanes N bound to proceed, but they weren't moving, all still stopped. I had to look L to make my L turn, and then I looked R, and still four lanes of N-S traffic was still stopped at a green light. But even more bizarre was that two vehicles in file from the E-W road entered into the intersection, presumably on a red light, and crossed in front of the stopped traffic. Like WTF; a four lanes of vehicles stay stopped at a green light and two crossing vehicles (in file) proceed against a red light while everyone else is remaining stopped at a green light. Only in TI World is such bizarre public behavior orchestrated as a matter of course. And I did look twice, the first time thinking that the two vehicles ran a just-red light, which is very common wherever I go, and when I looked again, the four N-S lanes were still stopped.
05-30-2012
The continuing saga of the parcel delivery jerkaround/follies continues. No delivery yesterday as stated on the form, so I logged in and supplied the number of the form they left, went through the dialog and they said the next delivery date will be 05-30-2012 (today). I get home, and the notice is still there. I check with the motel front desk and no parcel. Like WTF; a re-delivery attempt was stated twice, and they haven't delivered in either case (two days). It is just plain fucking bizarre that this consistently goes on with every parcel carrier. Not forgetting they could of saved all this bullshit by delivering to the motel office in the first place on Monday.
Another day of planting Pinot Noir PN 193 seedlings (?) plants. I was digging in gravel soil today so my production was down. And we do different planting styles/aids; grow tubes, carton, and one of two variants of these modified bucket resevoir that feeds the plant extra water which it needs compared to the 25 year old vines.
More of this insane parcel delivery obstruction, and I was finally allowed to blow off steam and send a complaint. As mentioned, all the couriers have pulled this on me within the last year, but the the Most Audacious Malfeasance by a Courier award now belongs to Loomis:
Just another day`s jerkaround for the perps. And as I pasted the above, and fixed up the format, why, the N. neighbor water noise starts up, more motorcycle noise outside and so it goes. Plasma and maser flashes too.
As one organization sage said; ``if you find yourself being jerked around, the person is either a jerk or else the boss pulling his strings is a jerk``. In my case, it is always the latter in my perp orchestrated existence, but every so often a person, or organization, distinguishes themselves such that it may be a case of BOTH the string puller and the jerk of first contact are equally culpable. And Loomis, you have just distinguished yourselves to be as culpable as the insane, psychopathic and abusive depravees that run (and ruin) my wretched existence and that of all other TI`s. And who arranged the coughing dudes outside my room as I write this.
And I see my Contacts got fucked with on my cell phone, but Gmail seems to be OK. Since Gmail is the parent application, why aren't they in sync when it says that it what it is doing? Assembling the Contacts list last week was a mighty noise barrage and harassment event, and so it would seem the perps are back at it, they aren'g going to leave this one alone. The assholes would fuck with the group assignments under the guise of data transfers in the Sony Clie PDA days, but this is unabashed blatant sabotage with their name written on it.
And I see the perps stole my $10 long distance card, the second such theft in 5 months. This forces me to use my cell phone, which is ordinarily a second choice.
A residence move tomorrow, and I partially moved tonight, all to find an extra resident in the house. And no lock on my door, something I wasn't allowed to notice before. This of course, opens up the opportunity for the perps to go nutzo and steal all manner of things under the guise of a light-fingered resident. Though, based on past experience, I dont know why they bother with cover stories anymore, as they have blatantly teleported things in and out of my suite. And while digging planting holes for vines, they frequently introduce (teleport) rocks, insects and debris into the hole to cause more work.
06-01-2012
I moved house yesterday, and into much smaller quarters, with three others on this floor. A too small kitichen and bathroom makes for more sharing hassles. I cannot find room for my daily standby coffee pot, teapot, 12" frypan, re-sharpened grater and extra long spatula. The latter three for my nearly every day food that I now seem to not mind being the same. Anyhow, the closet is full of boxes, and I had to have some furniture removed so to make spacer for a stack of three boxes of books to be placed. A serious downsizing in availible room size, maybe down to 100 sq. ft. plus access to the above areas mentioned.
The perps put on some HD motorcycle noise down this very suburban street yesterday just to make sure I knew that I wasn't being left alone for this particular and most offensive and loathed noise. Nossir... we cannot have the victim think he will be HD motorcycle noise-free just because he moved to a residential area.
The all-week pissing match with the courier finally ended with a phone call to find out that they used the wrong tracking number and the location of their physical office. Add an additional day to the above non-delivery hijnx for yesterday's nondelivery bullshit. I was on hold for 20 minutes or so, and all that time with an EMF emitting device at my ear is made-for-perp remote harassment and energetic assessment.
And lo, if they didn't send the wrong size of bearing for this ill-fated (as in managed for maximal adversity) wheelbarrow tire. I ordered a 5/8" shaft and got a 3/4" shaft bearing. So.. the wheelbarrow tire saga continues, and it was at least a year ago that I was looking to deal with the perennially flat tire of the wheelbarrow that the garage-sale scrounging in-town brother "fiound" and supplied to my mother. The pointless and senseless protraction of FUD over this ridiculous wheelbarrow tire continues next week. Just hilarious it must be for the sick assholes who can, and often, turn the most upright business into a den of constant and relentess ineptitude.
And also a big day for perp fuckery, as I slept on a different bed, and that surely is one of the perp's most significant harassment issues. Extra Fuckwits were out at 0730h as I was headed for my vineyard job; the ridiculous baggy-to-the-knee men's shorts (in plaid), the gut-strut and he hodes of layabout and dawdling twits plus a few doing the high arm-fling walk, as in the pseudo-marching nonsense that erupted since 2002 and hasn't quit.;
I am tired, likely prematurely, to protract the move-in and box placement, the closet being at near overload capacity. Soo... I shall close out this blog for this week, and start anew in a few days.
A morning yoga class, with the instructor looking totally scared the whole time, or else looking up for some curious reason and not at the class members. Whatever, I have seen both many times, and I could never figure out the scared shitless look of others for all those years until the assholes went overt on me in 2002. I had done nothing to engender such a "response", and indeed, it was more like them being scared shitless at their first look at me, not exactly a response to me directly. A plump younger instructor with plenty of cleavage on show, and always an interesting diversion.
The prominent gangstalker cum Fuckwit of the yoga class was a too-large dude with a skinhead with a half inch of gray fuzz on it, a red headband and the de rigueur (for males), baggy shorts to the knee. That wasn't the half of it, as he breathed so heavy for all of the class duration, even if he was a competant yoga practicioner. If I had a aspirator (for asthmatics) I would of given it to him. It was noise-invasive and way too overdone for a moderate level class, and for all the strenuous exercise classes I have taken, I have never encountered someone who made such a loud show as to their constant breathing. Not only that, he stank of BO, and I was sure to get a whiff of it every few minutes. That he set up next to me and ahead by 2' made it easy for the instructor to hide behind him at times for further spatial juxtaposition games they like to play. And as the final coup, he departs the class early by not cleaning his mat, and then sits on the couch in the waiting area, arm extended across the back in typical perp seat aggrandizement mode. I have seen it on so many bus trips, and this sudden public behavior change cannot be anything but orchestrated.
LIke the dude in yesterday's class, the above yoga male slithered in at the last minute, a space beside me left by four other yoga class members. This brings back memories of the past yoga classes and this ridiculous seating arrangement games that would go on.
And I see the perps locked up my email again, shutting down a sending an email and then shutting me down from viewing the Sent box to see if it went or not. These arranged "glitches" on sending emails have been more frequent of late, and obviously it is something that intrigues the perps. Said email would not of been needed to be sent if the recipient had the normal and expectable decency to sent me an email to acknowledge the fax I sent him four days ago. More FUD-ing around again.
1715h
And the perps locked up this PC again, and wiped out my two paragraphs of blogging even if it was saved only a minute before the abend. And they even shutdown the Ctrl-Alt-Del function to bring up the Task Manager, so I was obliged to give it the one finger salute, power this PC down and restart.
I was mentioning the weather today, and the promise of another good day of tanning on the beach. It only lasted a half hour and a major cloud came over and that was the end of tanning outside. I should not be too surprised, as they pulled this two weeks ago, having me tan on the beach for two hours (before a cloud came over), and no tanning weather of any expectable duration since until yesterday. Today was to be better according to the forecast, and the weather looked promising, but not for long once I got to the beach. They wouldn't of sent me to the sunny Okanagan unless to get more sun exposure, but it seems that they are still "tuning me", giving me short sun exposures and then cutting down on the available direct sunlight for two week durations. This is what "happened" two weeks ago; tanning on the beach for about two hours, then clouded over to end the tanning, and no decent tanning weather until yesterday. So it would seem they want to curtail outside tanning exposures, even if they have me alternate between salon tanning and outside tanning.
I thought they were going to take me out earlier today, with a red light running vehicle coming straight at me while I was making a L turn on a green light. No green-to-yellow-to-red traffic light transitions were involved. I proceeded W bound to make a L turn to go S bound, and the N and S bound lanes were all stopped at the red traffic control. Though, for the three lanes of the N bound traffic only the E and W lanes were populated with vehicles, and the centre lane was empty. So this mini-van comes barreling along between the two stopped lanes of traffic (should be a significant clue to stop in and of itself, never mind the red light) and is aimed straight at me, less than 20' away at at least 50kph (30mph). Had she not applied her brakes I would have been mush. I got out of the way to make my turn faster than I normally would of, and there were no impeding oncoming vehicles, i.e. E bound vehicles. In hindsight, it seemed like a total fix, and nothing accidental about it, as the driver of the offending vehicle must of had me lined up for longer than I was aware of her coming at me. And here she was in the middle of the intersection after running the red light, and then proceeded straight through, no other E-W traffic was present for any secondary collisions. Normally they have me covered with vehicles at intersections and causing me to wait in mid-intersection to make almost all L-hand turns. This was odd at the outset due to the fact there were no vehicles but mine going E-W or W-E and having the middle S lane open for someone to come straight at me. The mini-van driver didn't seem too fussed that she came close to killing me, and I can only assume that the perps worked this all out and the offending driver had sufficient practice and assurances there would not be a collision.
And constant HD motorcycle noise while I typed up the above paragragh, getting through my hearing protection earmuffs no problem at all. It was when typing the above the first time the perps shut down this PC and locked everything up. Now, they just shook this suite "from" a nearby door, though one not directly connected. Go figure.
And a Chicken Run trip to the grocery store that will go by the abbreviation of SOF. Regular readers will know that the act of purchasing my nearly only meat source once every two or three weeks, a cooked rotisserie chicken is a BIG harassment event. And too, I dutifully took my application and my new membership card (with magnetic stripe, note) and was directed to customer service where a disgusting skinheaded male (very Unfavored) was in charge. And it turned out I didn't need to go there he said. Onto the deli counter to get the chicken, and lo, if I wasn't getting the "blithe wandering Fuckwit act", the gangstalkers that "happen" to get in my way in the aisle by pretending not to notice they are getting in my way. Finally, I get near the counter and they put on a male with a prosthetic device on one leg, seen because the Fuckwit was wearing shorts for crissakes. He paralleled me at the deli counter with at least two women associated with him taking turns to walk past me, too close and fucking rude it was too.
Anyhow, a big deal for the tired deli counter assistant to perfunctorily cut a cooked chicken in two and avoid looking at me. Onto the chocolate section after that, and more Fuckwits milling around me at the checkouts which were near obstruction level. The elder-couple in front of me bailed out for no sane reason, going to the next checkout which made their wait plainly longer. I am getting so many male gangstalkers in shorts these days, and the more ridiculous kind. That is, elder males with spindly white legs in baggy carmine red shorts, and all the way to the young dudes in baggy shorts to below their knees. The elder-males are nearly always sporting a tummy, or worse, a profound slab of flab up front, the most obvious case being this 60-ish male in nice black slacks and a mid-blue dress shirt, though no tie or jacket. I pass him standing on the sidewalk leaning against a pole that held up a steel mesh fence that bounded an empty lot. That was stupid enough, but when I drive by W bound he is still there, but instead of leaning against the fence facing the street, he faces 90 degree, still standing for me to see him in profile and sporting a mild gut. Like WTF; here he was in near Sunday best, and standing around in an obvious staged show, and he times his presentation (orientation) for me to see him face on, and then in profile with a small gut hanging over his belt. Absurd as it is plainly orchestrated IMHO, and what on earth is such blatant stupidity all about?
Continued HD motorcycle noise all today (3-5/min.), and even a motorcycle escort when I took my vehicle on the highway to run off the water beads on it, as I had rinsed with a pressure washer at a vehicle cleaning station. My cavalcade of vehicles in both directions was ready for me, and when N. bound (returning) they even put the motorcyclist in front of a metallic red vehicle as a colored mobile backdrop and had the motorcyclist change his lane position L to R and back many times.
I got some packing done this evening and to no surprise, with accompanying increased HD motorcycle noise. They also pounded the place to make a noise and shake it and me at the same time. Moving one's belongings is a total perp intrusion event.
05-28-2012
A day of work on the vineyard; getting wet while fixing the irrigation system was first. Then attending to crossed trellis wires and then shoot tucking, where one ensures the shoots are kept inside the trellis wires, a post width apart. Then back to planting vines, always of extra perp interest. I even got to take my shirt off for a half hour before lunch, and on during lunch. Then after lunch, I was expecting to get a few hours of tanning on my back while planting vines, but no, the perps pulled a cloud-job and blocked it off after 20 minutes. A familiar tale it seems, and sunlight has a whole lot to do with the perp agenda.
Two PC crashes, and a throat clearing from the N. neighbor as I write this up. Now, outside pounding and vibration. One PC crash was timed so to have a "need" to take a crap immediately afterwards. Yes, we are now at tactical timing of taking a crap, graduating from tactical timing of taking a piss for the last 10 years. Woohoo, the signs of perp progress.
05-29-2012
One of the perp's favorite online jerkarounds is to defeat data entry of name and passwords. The wipe my attention keeping abilities, have me thinking that I am typing in my User ID or Password in the dialog box online, and when I get to look, why, it isn't there. They fucked with the application, and fucked with me monitoring my typing (which I would do ordinarily as I am under constant harassment of keystroke sabotage), and then have me scream at them for jerking me around as it never was entered in the dialog box. Then I do it over again, this time using the mouse to reset the keying start location. Just hilarious, and all the more that it goes on at least 2x/day. This is primetime to be pulling that particular stunt as I am entering in my change of address online many times per day. Moving in two days to a shared house. Very concerning this move, as they haven't allowed me to live with any others since 06-1999.
Parcel delivery games again; not only did I get forced to accept the quote to ship it to this location I am about to move from because the alternate shipping quote attachment wouldn't open, but purportedly the courier pulled another perp stunt. The attempted to deliver the parcel to this motel suite and of course I wasn't in, and they didn't bother to deliver it to the front office which was open all day long. I get a notice that they will re-attempt another delivery the next day, and then they don't. Finally (there is no such thing in this existence) I go online and they say they will deliver it tomorrow. But why were they so fucking boneheaded about delivering to a suite when there was a closer and better alternative? Regular readers will know that UPS(2) and Canada Post(1) pulled this same stunt a few months ago, so now it is Loomis' turn to act stupid.
And on the bizarre escalation games, following that near T-bone collision they pulled on me two days ago, (and arranging the intersection to accomodate the near escape and secondary collisions), the perps pulled a traffic light stunt of some interest. I was not at this intersection, it was a half block away, and I was making a L onto a arterial from a residential road. I had to look R. of course to make sure no traffic was coming from that direction, and the lights were green for two lanes S bound and two lanes N bound to proceed, but they weren't moving, all still stopped. I had to look L to make my L turn, and then I looked R, and still four lanes of N-S traffic was still stopped at a green light. But even more bizarre was that two vehicles in file from the E-W road entered into the intersection, presumably on a red light, and crossed in front of the stopped traffic. Like WTF; a four lanes of vehicles stay stopped at a green light and two crossing vehicles (in file) proceed against a red light while everyone else is remaining stopped at a green light. Only in TI World is such bizarre public behavior orchestrated as a matter of course. And I did look twice, the first time thinking that the two vehicles ran a just-red light, which is very common wherever I go, and when I looked again, the four N-S lanes were still stopped.
05-30-2012
The continuing saga of the parcel delivery jerkaround/follies continues. No delivery yesterday as stated on the form, so I logged in and supplied the number of the form they left, went through the dialog and they said the next delivery date will be 05-30-2012 (today). I get home, and the notice is still there. I check with the motel front desk and no parcel. Like WTF; a re-delivery attempt was stated twice, and they haven't delivered in either case (two days). It is just plain fucking bizarre that this consistently goes on with every parcel carrier. Not forgetting they could of saved all this bullshit by delivering to the motel office in the first place on Monday.
Another day of planting Pinot Noir PN 193 seedlings (?) plants. I was digging in gravel soil today so my production was down. And we do different planting styles/aids; grow tubes, carton, and one of two variants of these modified bucket resevoir that feeds the plant extra water which it needs compared to the 25 year old vines.
More of this insane parcel delivery obstruction, and I was finally allowed to blow off steam and send a complaint. As mentioned, all the couriers have pulled this on me within the last year, but the the Most Audacious Malfeasance by a Courier award now belongs to Loomis:
I just don't get it. I live in suite 241 of a motel at 80 Riverside Dr., Penticton BC.
- Non-Delivery #1; on May 28 I got a notice on the floor that delivery was attempted. The motel office was open, so why wasn't it delivered there instead, as they always accept them?
- Non-Delivery #2; the notice says a delivery re-attempt for May 29, and so I put the notice on the door to say deliver at the motel office- no apparent delivery attempt to my door or the motel office.
- Non-Delivery #3; on the evening of May 29 I go online and arrange for a delivery May 30, and that is what the application indicated, and I also put the notice on the door- but no apparent delivery attempt today at my suite or motel office.
So, can you tell me what is so difficult about delivering a parcel three days in a row, and no delivery, and no delivery re-attempts despite following the instructions on your forms and website?
Just another day`s jerkaround for the perps. And as I pasted the above, and fixed up the format, why, the N. neighbor water noise starts up, more motorcycle noise outside and so it goes. Plasma and maser flashes too.
As one organization sage said; ``if you find yourself being jerked around, the person is either a jerk or else the boss pulling his strings is a jerk``. In my case, it is always the latter in my perp orchestrated existence, but every so often a person, or organization, distinguishes themselves such that it may be a case of BOTH the string puller and the jerk of first contact are equally culpable. And Loomis, you have just distinguished yourselves to be as culpable as the insane, psychopathic and abusive depravees that run (and ruin) my wretched existence and that of all other TI`s. And who arranged the coughing dudes outside my room as I write this.
And I see my Contacts got fucked with on my cell phone, but Gmail seems to be OK. Since Gmail is the parent application, why aren't they in sync when it says that it what it is doing? Assembling the Contacts list last week was a mighty noise barrage and harassment event, and so it would seem the perps are back at it, they aren'g going to leave this one alone. The assholes would fuck with the group assignments under the guise of data transfers in the Sony Clie PDA days, but this is unabashed blatant sabotage with their name written on it.
And I see the perps stole my $10 long distance card, the second such theft in 5 months. This forces me to use my cell phone, which is ordinarily a second choice.
A residence move tomorrow, and I partially moved tonight, all to find an extra resident in the house. And no lock on my door, something I wasn't allowed to notice before. This of course, opens up the opportunity for the perps to go nutzo and steal all manner of things under the guise of a light-fingered resident. Though, based on past experience, I dont know why they bother with cover stories anymore, as they have blatantly teleported things in and out of my suite. And while digging planting holes for vines, they frequently introduce (teleport) rocks, insects and debris into the hole to cause more work.
06-01-2012
I moved house yesterday, and into much smaller quarters, with three others on this floor. A too small kitichen and bathroom makes for more sharing hassles. I cannot find room for my daily standby coffee pot, teapot, 12" frypan, re-sharpened grater and extra long spatula. The latter three for my nearly every day food that I now seem to not mind being the same. Anyhow, the closet is full of boxes, and I had to have some furniture removed so to make spacer for a stack of three boxes of books to be placed. A serious downsizing in availible room size, maybe down to 100 sq. ft. plus access to the above areas mentioned.
The perps put on some HD motorcycle noise down this very suburban street yesterday just to make sure I knew that I wasn't being left alone for this particular and most offensive and loathed noise. Nossir... we cannot have the victim think he will be HD motorcycle noise-free just because he moved to a residential area.
The all-week pissing match with the courier finally ended with a phone call to find out that they used the wrong tracking number and the location of their physical office. Add an additional day to the above non-delivery hijnx for yesterday's nondelivery bullshit. I was on hold for 20 minutes or so, and all that time with an EMF emitting device at my ear is made-for-perp remote harassment and energetic assessment.
And lo, if they didn't send the wrong size of bearing for this ill-fated (as in managed for maximal adversity) wheelbarrow tire. I ordered a 5/8" shaft and got a 3/4" shaft bearing. So.. the wheelbarrow tire saga continues, and it was at least a year ago that I was looking to deal with the perennially flat tire of the wheelbarrow that the garage-sale scrounging in-town brother "fiound" and supplied to my mother. The pointless and senseless protraction of FUD over this ridiculous wheelbarrow tire continues next week. Just hilarious it must be for the sick assholes who can, and often, turn the most upright business into a den of constant and relentess ineptitude.
And also a big day for perp fuckery, as I slept on a different bed, and that surely is one of the perp's most significant harassment issues. Extra Fuckwits were out at 0730h as I was headed for my vineyard job; the ridiculous baggy-to-the-knee men's shorts (in plaid), the gut-strut and he hodes of layabout and dawdling twits plus a few doing the high arm-fling walk, as in the pseudo-marching nonsense that erupted since 2002 and hasn't quit.;
I am tired, likely prematurely, to protract the move-in and box placement, the closet being at near overload capacity. Soo... I shall close out this blog for this week, and start anew in a few days.
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