Interupting Lunch

1405h
Nothing major, just the knee pads that I ordered yesterday came by courier today in an amazing bout of efficiency that I don't get to experience in the adverse scripted world that I am cast into. Often the delivery time adversity is arranged out of screwing with the service, arranging for the courier for me to be out, and generally making mockery of say, two day service by stretching it out over a week or more.

But as always, the timing of these events is of singular planning. I was making the tried and true lunch of tortillas with tapenade base, chopped chicken meat, and melted cheese on top. This has been lunch and dinner with some variations since 2003 nearly everytime, save when invited out. I had the sirens on when chopping the chicken meat into slices and cubes, and then again covering me when extracting tortillas from the package and putting one in the frypan with the hot olive oil. And just before I get to open the new 250ml tub of olive tapenade the phone rings and it is the courier. So..., I opened the tub and sat it and its lid on the counter and then just waited there as it was the most prudent in the general context of making this particular dish. The courier came in short order, I signed for the parcel, and put it down. I was the workpant knee pad inserts that I ordered, although not having an immediate demand for them, I felt compelled to get them in advance of July's daffodil bulb picking. I had wanted to get them last September, then in December just to get this taks completed, but various delays by family members thwarted my efforts not to mention generalize blahs, aka, dysthymic disinclination.

Apart from the package being one of the typical yellow 9"x12" envelopes the gangstalkers like to pack with them as a standardized color reference in my proximity, there wasn't anything too exceptional about it. And too, opening of the package was delayed some 10 minutes until I finished lunch and cleaned up. All of this is only interesting, to me anyways, as to how the perps like to interupt and perturb events, even if long standing practices that they likely script for me. So now I am ready for kneeling in my next laboring job, which is likely to be the above mentioned daffodil bulb picking if they aren't replaced by a machine or imported visa-ed Mexican laborers. I know the daffodil flowers are being picked as I write this, but for whatever reason I haven't been too motivated to join this thieves melee (I am told) and get out there in the rain and mud.

The vision buggering games have been playing fierce today for whatever reason, even if looking at the LCD monitor while web surfing. As part of it, all manner of plasma and/or LCD display fuckery has been going on; extra lines, moving lines of differing colors, vertically and horizontally and then skewed variants, light flashes, visual projections from on-screen shapes and the rest of the onging visual impairment games. And the plethora of blackish masers has also been considerable in this never ending choreography of visual perturbances. One that is getting more used is to place text in a yellow box, filling the whitespace with yellow between the letters in peripherial vision and then withdrawing it as soon as I look with my central vision. They cannot get enough of it.

1630h
I getting the reading attention impairment games; this is where they have my eyes hop all over the page after starting a paragraph. I don't know what the purpose of this kind of fuckery is, but I never did this before they struck in 04-2002, but I do now. Not being allowed to read is a genuine piss off. Other games are with the ongoing plasma and maser show, noise through the earmuffs and someone's throat clearing from the hallway and also strangely getting through my earmuffs. This happened about one third into the list of personal and lifestyle blogs I read. As mentioned many times before, the perps put on noisestalking and other impositions when first linking to a blog, so it seems to be a big deal for them. It is fucking tiresome to be under the microscope all the time, and then jerked with to then create more action for the assholes who haven't the fortitude to show up and explain why I am cast into this fucking nightmare all the time. Dithering a person into not being allowed to read unperturbed is fucking sick.

1645h
Some pictures for a change.

Taken 03-27-2009, 0905h, larger photo. This is the day after the supposed fire. The fire department came about the same time, and put on three of four fire department vehicles that visited yesterday, except in different orientations and no sirens or apparent emergency. I have never seen a fire department supply three emergency vehicles to one seeming non-emergency such as this. That takes pull as well as major inducements, and it demonstrates what the perps can do in this town anytime they like.












Small photos show the orientation of the four fire vehicles the day before, the apparent emergency, 03-26-2009, 0825h, previously posted.

















Taken 03-27-2009, 1113h. A nice alignment of red and white vehicles in two orthogonal directions, road and bottom parking lot with an extra threesome of navy blue colored vehicles on the ground beside the parking lot an through the trees on the right. Who gives up a parking stall for the wet ground that is possibly muddy, except a Fuckwit gangstalker criminal? And too, ladder action that I frequently get, those on top of the white trades van roof.













Taken 03-31-2009, 1104h. A nice little lineup of ranked vehicles, all around the single red colored one. I had just finished some hours of web surfing with my metallic green earmuffs on, and looked out the window to see this nice photogenic set up. All those vehicles in various greyscale colors (whites, silver grey, grey and black) plus a two tone blue and white and a deep metallic green minivan behind it on the right. And just as I took the picture another deep metallic green pickup truck entered from the parking lot at the lower right side of the picture and proceed to the right. A nice little cluster of deep blue vehicles in the off-street parking behind the tree as well. And a skinhead on the corner, though nothing intrinsically odd about him. On the left side, the street heading away from the picture is the typical broadside of a tractor-trailer that I get to see much more often than the pre-overt harassment days. It seems to be adding to the white and red color theme as well.













Taken 04-01-2009, 1326h, today in other words. Looking down this mixed residential and street front business street there is an very odd aggregation of vehicle colors IMHO. In the traffic line facing the viewer, a pair of white pickups, one parked with a fireman like dressed person on the deck of the parked one. Then a silver-grey sedan, a white one behind it, and then a light tan metallic brown sedan with a mid-blue sedan at the end of the file of stopped vehicles. Beside them in the parking stall file, a red vehicle with three black colored ones behind it. Much further back in the parking file, a silver-grey and a mid-blue color. This arranged vehicle action is very much like that immediately above (03-31-2009, 1104h), except on an orthogonal street, and the red vehicle flanked among many greyscaled colored vehicles; whites, silver-greys, mid-greys and blacks.












2215h
I am back to online surfing and blogging, and have done tonight's part time cleaning job. Once again, the boss man "happened " to be stopping at the same grocery store that I stopped in after work. This coincidence rate is hitting 100% for the past three weeks and is getting very claustrophobic. Tonight it was outside; he was crossing my path in the parking lot immediately after I exited the building, another vehicle was closing in behind him on his scooter, a third vehicle was backing up toward me and a couple were doing the split apart act in front of me, the short haired blonde woman preceding me through the parking lot and down the sidewalk, the long familiar lead-ahead gangstalking style. In effect, a swarm of a mixture of vehicles and ambulatory gangstalkers, and a first of its kind. It has always been vehicles or ambulatory gangstakers, and tonight's little parking lot combination escapade was the first.

The only major odd action at work was that I got paid, and lo, if two of the staff weren't scooting by while I was signing my name with my green nitrile gloves on. One was visible through the glass at first, and given the weird negro's performance through the glass of two nights ago, having me seen and seeing through glass is a big deal for the assholes.

That is about all the excitement for today, not too much.

Note: There have been a number of my comments on blogs and forums getting blocked of late; they just don't appear to get posted. Some of my emails are also getting blocked or else they are all uniformly not responding. So if you want to send a message, try through the blog comments if I appear to be not responding to email. For the record, I always respond to my email if warranted.

Street Hollaring Yobos

1320h
I am getting a run-up of noise while reading a TI's blog, leading with the bullshit street hollaring that has increased in frequency over the past month. That and dog barking, even if no residential properties in this neighborhood allow pets. If I went the window to look out for the hollaring source, it is likely that there won't be one, just like the vehicular noise that has also increased. My theory is that voices, dog barks and other animal sourced noises like the relentless seagull mewing are processed in the emotional part of the brain, the amygdala, and that is where the perps want to explore to then fully control all the neural energetics. The trouble for them, and by extension, me, is that it sits on the inside of the temporal lobes at the junction with the brain stem. Not my problem, so why am I getting harassed over it all the time?

I am not allowed to take a crap without wonderous events transpiring all the time, and the level of intrusion gets worse than that. The latest in mind fuckery is not allowing me to cross "t"'s when handwriting. Fucking sick.

My big outing of the day was to over a block away to a stationary store that had only part of what I wanted in total, to then force a visit to another one to finish the shopping list. One big issue last year was acquiring a diary for 2008; no store had what I wanted and then I "ended up" getting one online at twice the price and no covers as it was a refill. So today, the 2009 diary nonsense was started up, and something different; no corner page perforations to find your place, so I had to opt for one without. The corner tear-offs have become a big hassle as the assholes won't allow me to tear the paper on the substantial perforations, but instead, the tear wanders all over the place. This fuckery isn't too different to that of the ongoing toilet paper perforation fuckery that has gone on for over six years; the assholes won't let me tear toilet paper on the perforations no matter how hard I try and differing manufacturers that I try.

And for about the third time in six years, the perps gave me a whole two minutes without some fuckwit tailing me, or placed exactly where I want to go in advance. But of course that didn't last for long, and some brown dressed fuckwit arrived from outside with coffee in hand (more brown), to the checkout, crossed my path when I went to look for something I couldn't find after my purchase, and then he returned to the checkout for no reason, having come from outside. Thank you Staples, another agency of SS, (Sureptitious Sickos).

Then onto the stationary store that ripped me off for a box of pens last time to conclude the diary acquisition nonsense, and lo, if I didn't get the lead-ahead E. bound auburn hair gangstalker ahead of me for the entire half block, only to be replaced by an identical hair colored W. bound gangstalker who stalked me into and in the store. I got the usual cashier exiting the checkout in advance, then return before I arrived at the checkout, and a tubby dude at that. I have to wonder what all these freakshow acts think of me in knowing I cannot stand the sight of certain Unfavored demographic groups, and are placed as elicitation bait.

The big color for the perps in gangstalking today, for the entire 15 minutes of outing time, was yellow. The ever hikey-bikey acts like to put this color on, and I suppose it was coordinated with the journals that I bought which had yellow colored packing labels on them for the first time. These were substituted for the normal black covered Blueline A9 journals. The new journals were also different in color, a deep dark navy blue. So it would seem that this item that I hold and place over my legs when writing in it is due for a very modest color change to then expedite the perps' games in playing with colors in my proximity. This is the kind of progress they make after six unrelenting years of abuse. Fucking sick as it is stupid.

And lots of plasma games while typing up this blog posting; a yellow-orange horizontal line appears over the line of text where I am typing, and then it moves around and gets skewed some. And more text jumping is going on; faux "refreshes" where the LCD display hops up a quarter inch or so and then back to its orignal position. And I notice, they are timing the hallway noises, the pops, clicks and other transient noise to exactly when the text line hopping is happening. Not enough for the sickos to do it seems. Now, the afternoon darkening down games are beginning, and time to take a break from this nonsense.

1530h
A continuing parade of noise from outside mostly; its as if every other vehicle has a bad exhaust or muffler, or else has a "performance" muffler, all delivering the similar long trailing off noise but with differing sound characteristics. And for the tomemtors, this is a big deal; noise sculpting seems to be what they are doing; attempting to map noises with other noises for whatever gain in realtime neural research they are doing on me.

Applying for jobs online was their noisestalking focus it seemed, with a big run-up just before sending the email to the prospective employer. I even get tour buses putting on the vehicular gangstalking outside, at this time of year no less. It is all about what color it is, brown and red in this case with white roof panels. I would see this same bus on the city streets in the summer when waiting for the farm crew bus for the daffodil bulb picking work I did then. Funny how the same large vehicles keep cruising by.

Another arranged event is to have me attend to blog reading, speaking on the phone with, typing the person's name (copy & pasting multiple times) or emailing someone, and then I would be scripted to head out to appointments, or in the case of this morning, shopping. Then when back online after being out, they have me attend to the same person again, possibly catching up on some email they sent me. A split engagement it would seem; engage with a person in a direct or indirect way, send me out to be gangstalked up the asshole for 20 minutes with the freakshow and shiftless fuckwits, and then have me come back and engage with the same person again, directly or indirectly. As an example, I spoke with one of my quisling confreres this morning to ask if it was OK to use him as a reference, and he said it would be fine. Off I went to the two stationary stores per above, and when back on my PC I was placing his name into a document as part of a bid request, but noisestalked all the more. The perps likely have hundreds of these setups scripted for the next year or more. I also notice many more aerials installed in this town when the perps had me as a passenger in my ex's vehicle four days ago. Many of the aerials are flat panels, small dishes, or stylized trees with progressively increasing dipole length along the main beam. Given that I always "forget" to take my camera, there won't be any kind of pictoral display anytime soon in this blog. If someone reading this blog knows what aerials are for what, I might get inspired to get more pictures taken.

1810h
A short dinner of leftovers and a kiwi fruit, and then back to online activities, like reading blogs. I see one of my genuine confreres is getting hassled while homeless; I cannot think of a more cruel fate than that. I got at least one staring this week, but for the most part, I get the "look away" appearence, where they are looking sideways while walking forward when there is nothing of interest to command their attention. It is a classic move of the Fuckwits, and apart from the spinal twist they so much like to invoke, especially when they walk around corners, I cannot think why these fuckwits keep doing this.

What I did note when watching the Benazir Bhutto assassination earlier this year was that the deemed assassin did exactly the same thing; he was facing the vehicle, looked 90 degrees to his right, and then looked forward and pointed the gun at her as she was waving through the top of the sun roof, and then the bomb went off, enclosing the assassin in a cloud of smoke. If he was one of the Fuckwits, which I think he was, he could of been safely telported out there without harm. I don't get it from the conventional perspecitve; here the assassin is to pull off one of the most henious crimes in Pakistan's political history, and he looks 90 degrees away from his target before turning toward her and firing the gun. It was most odd, and I don't make a point of watching those kinds of icky things, but "somehow" the perps fanangled me into seeing the YouTube version. And as I am typing this up, I am getting the on/off-ing noise as if my neighbor has a very loud water noise from it running in the pipes, and then repeatedly turns the faux faucet on and off. They like me to notice their goings on and signature stunts, and likely control my cognition of just who might have been the real culprit.

2000h
I am going through a mock shopping exercise, likely per my tormentor's direction. I cannot afford anything extra, especially this month with the dental bill, and here they are putting me through the exercise as if purchasing much coveted items of at least 6 months past research. These are all PC upgrade items; more memory, a spare Trackball mouse, a 20" LCD monitor and a video card. As part of the perp's excitement in having me do this, they have added in male voice noise in the hallway and now some fake neighbor water-in-the pipes noise from the same general direction. I don't know what they get out of such an exercise, but at least it hasn't progressed as far as doing the ordering. The routine is selecting the vendor, bookmarking the relevant pages, scoping shipping costs, payment methods and then backing off thankfully. I have never engaged in "wannabe shopping" shopping before, and it is a tiresome exercise to say the least. The worst of it is that they have stopped me from getting a job it seems for the last two months, and of course, no means to afford these extra trinkets they have me covet. Going by past experience they can make one order something you don't want, and then have me toss it out after it arrives. I would never do such a thing either, but again, I didn't have much choice.

2120h
The evening time tea and chocolate break is done; the chocolate was fractured in many places besides the score lines, and it seems evident that they like to "explore" all the possible energetic nuances of it being broken up irregularly. This has been happening with other foods, where they break or spread along unexpected paths as part of the seeming effort to sample more of the internal faces than the predictable ones. Hence the above mentioned perforation tearing fuckery that passes for the imposed normal.

I am being kept in an activity slowdown; my reading cognition is getting dithered and I haven't anything else to do. Like situations have occured among past employers and I always wondered why these lulls in work had occured. Now I know; someone gets some kind of advantage in having me do squat, though I have no idea what it could be. Perhaps it serves as some kind of baseline benchmark, and then neural energetics of activities are added onto it as a comparison to being actively engaged. Who would ever think that a covert agency finds some kind of gain or advantage in their victims doing nothing much? The job shutout of the last two months probably serves the same harassment/study objective.

2240h
I got some reading in with the earmuffs on, and for once there weren't many attempts to punch noise through them for the past hour. But now that they are off, the noises have started up, which is common; one's ears must be more sensitive after being deprived of hearing sounds with earmuffs. Just another angle the perps consistently work on.

I am done for the day, and don't have much planned for tomorrow, save the weekly newspaper read they like me to do. But one never knows as the perps like to spring me with something unplanned for to take up an entire day.

Application Clobbering

1315h
The first attempt to create this posting also got clobbered; the remote controlled finger fumble "miskey" stunt, and poof, the first take was erased.

The instignating event was a download that got clobbered by a Google search that wiped it out, and thereby having the download repeat. This is such a common event, that it has likely got no mention in these pages until now. That is, an application, a phone call, a conference call, the typing of a word, or any routine activity has been, or will be, clobbered, "cancelled", interupted or otherwise interfered with to cause a restart of the activity. I cannot think of a single instance where this hasn't happened.

Even one-on-one meetings will be routinely interupted, often by a phone call, and the other person is absent for a few minutes, and then returns. Even hyphenating words in this paragraph gets screwed with, and only later am I allowed to know that it is needed. The axiom that I live by is; "do it twice, or more, once for them, and finally for me". And I am sure that is a planted phrase as well. Hence the faux brake squealing noise that erupted outside when I typed it.

I had my very own Remeberance parade outside my place today, shortly after having lunch, timed for the post-meal digestion period. Pictures to follow.

And more gratuitous and prolonged jabbing and like pains are also becoming the norm. It would seem that Thursday is the intense action day for the perps with plenty of spine stretching yoga followed by a gym workout in the afternoon. And as it happens, the planted testicle jabbing goes on while walking, though not yet at a wincing level.

A like persistent pain has started up in my right hand; a piece of seeming metal was stuck there last night after logging off for the day, and when it came time to deal with it, it was "gone". And without any provocation or touch, this needle jab like pain keeps recurring, as if something was there. Other pain jabbings "happen" in my knees when standing at the kitchen counter and handling food. This seems to be minimal for now, though it wouldn't take much for the assholes to fake an event and have it at near permanent levels. This has been done in the past; a spiral fracture in my left hand when timber cruising some 30 years ago seemed to have all the attributes of being "managed". One of the tip-offs is that it happens at the end of the day or journey, with the perps benefitting from a full day of relatively "normal". A cut eyelid a few years later had the same timing in the same line of work. Nothing can be taken for normal, as there are too many of these events, and their timing is most often the same.

Anyhow, on with another perp infatuation and intense research topic, that of the substance in all its forms called petroleum. I note there is a Russian oil tanker that has split apart in the Black Sea and is leaking its cargo. I cannot be sure that this is a managed event, but what I will say is that the perps are on top of me with extra gangstalking whenever I am around gasoline, filling the vehicle tank, "spilling" it, etc. and this is likely related to their similar obsession with asphalt, also a petroleum product. Other strange events in the long past have been Rudolph Diesel, inventor of the diesel engine, mysteriously dying when promoting plant sources for diesel fuel. Petroleum, aka "rock oil" was not considered to be a viable fuel source at the time. The only other tie-in that I can think of with respect to the perp's obsession with petroleum products is that it may relate to their interest over provenance, where things come from and related energetics. A big topic, and I will stop there as this is about all I am permitted to recollect on this topic.

And I found out last night that the perps can now block recall of my knowledge of a singer while singing a song; the song played on YouTube unrelated slides, and it was familiar, as was the singer, but all my knowledge of any possible singer who it might of been was totally blocked. I was not allowed to even think of potential possibilities or like musicians. The thread of my entire knowlege of female vocalists (better than average) was rendered unrecallable. As soon as the song was over, the singer's name came to me, or was supplied. Another never-before recall "failure" event.

Another example of what goes on; the Save command on Bolgspot has been blocked to delay me updating the template.

Today's pictures, that being a Rememberance Day parade. Now all those red poppies will be done.

Just for me, they put on two different parked red colored vehicles and added red color to three of the seeming bystanders' clothing.












Then onto the intersection with some faux vagrants as bystanders, and two marching along in parallel on the sidewalk, one in uniform behind a pole. Funny how that worked out.














Taking up the rear of the parade is a military vehicle, replendent in the red and white medical cross, and a grey police vehicle at the tail end. One more person marching in parallel on the sidewalk. And in the foreground parking lot below my suite are three degrees of grey vehicles, simulating an applicable grey scale for the event. These parking stalls are never populated with the same vehicles, but serve as the "common area" where the vehicle colors of the day are rotated; e.g. reds, whites, greys, blacks and sometimes a green or a blue vehicle.














1500h
A forced pee, and then when I came back to the desk, the ambient lighting had being noticeably reduced, and this application greyed in at the outer vertical edges of the LCD panel. Nothing new in all that, except for both at once and so much earlier in the day.

And it will be a shorter post today as I am due to be picked up by my perp-abetting parents for "family" dinner, such as it is. Tonight, my in-town brother is putting on the dinner, and I get to do the night driving, something my mother, the only active driver, does not like to do.

1510h
Another jerkaround; the download file that disappears to unknown places, and there is no control on download, another feature that I have become familiar with. The perps like it very much when I am looking for something; a file on a PC or physical objects. I cannot count the number of times in my life when something has gone inexplicably missing. I reckon the hyper alertness state is what is preferred, and hence more brain bioenegetic signals that the could remotely detect.

1535h
Now four "inadvertebt" downloads of the same file, and I cannot stop it as the cancel button has been removed. All for showing the progressive progress bar, colored light blue I suspect.

More *.pdf file reading interference and a takedown of the web page while I was reading it. This would be an example of the above mentioned "do it twice, once for them, and once for me" fuckover stunt they continue to jerk me around with.

More plasma beams are spewing off this LCD panel so it it time to wrap this one up for the day and blog off.