11-03-2019
A whole weekend off, a rarity of the prior job, but I had to give it up as I was feeling so trashed from the physical duties and the long hours, six days a week. Now, for a prospective month or so, I am back doing viticulture duties. My new employer is in the business of viticulture services, that is, undertakes the duties for vineyard owners who don't wish to do or manage the work themselves. In some cases it is established wineries, other clients are small holding owners, others wish for a single service, say spraying etc. They manage some 300 acres over some 40 clients. In other words, lots of variety and different tasks, even if it is near the end of picking. I have been working on vine pulling the past few days on one site, as this particular plantation hasn't done well. On another site, I was helping the surveyor to lay out the end post locations and the line posts. Hopefully we will have time to get the posts in before the pegs get buried in snow, as it has been cold this past week.
And by way of another system hack, it seems I have a temporary respite before another crash, this being the "Pink Screen of Death", a little more colorful than Microsoft's gift to the world, the "Blue Screen of Death", aka BSOD. In the case of the former, pink and white squiggly lines suddenly inhabit the display and it freezes inside of a few seconds. Microsoft Windows invoked recoveries are hopeless. The bad news it that the problem never got fixed because the PC repair shop doesn't know what the problem is, even if they replicated it with several different graphics cards installed. A new PC they say, the drivers are out of date, Nvidia doesn't make them anymore, the PCIe is 2.0 when the current standard is 3.0, blah, blah etc. It seemed like grim news, so I spent most of the weekend studying the problem online, using the spare PC, also prone to flakiness, though of a different kind. (Boot up is peculiar sometimes). And it doesn't have access to this blog and allowing more postings, hence the hiatus. In other words, this blog posting could be held up yet again should this here PC have another squiggly line episode.
But I should be clear, I am not alone; this problem has gone back at least 8 years to prior Windows versions, and there is no certain remedy. Some say it is drivers, others say power fluctuation from the power supply, others say graphics card age, others say memory, others say its the CPU. That's four possible problems already, but the thing is that I never had a problem like this until after the RAID card was installed in mid summer. That was in response to the motherboard's RAID "somehow" not working correctly, hence a prior workaround that had to be attended to as no one was sure it was really in a RAID disk array.
I cannot count the number of times I have wanted to back myself up and have greater security of my computer files, and I am constantly thwarted. (RAID1 and greater makes multiple copies on different storage devices at the same instant). And there is only one outfit on this planet who has such a consistent track record in foiling my every effort, this one in particular. It has their modus operandi written all over it; once helpful PC techs now don't have a clue, and aren't offering much help, and over this same technical issue. Just what is their fucking problem? RAID arrays are ubiquitous, and have been around for 30 years, and yet I get constantly fucked on this issue. (For example, the above-mentioned on-board ASUS RAID "failing"). The whole RAID card installation this past summer, possibly the real culprit in the PSOD games, never would of happened if the usually reliable motherboard's RAID array somehow didn't work.
And too, the Psychopaths seem to get such a delight in having me function on another system, (above mentioned flaky starting PC), build up my habits there for a few weeks, (represented by lots of tabs open, as well as doing picture scanning), and now return me to the main PC. Now, I have to pull all of these efforts and interests for the past two weeks together, and get them back on one organized location on one PC. The perps just love that stuff; different files in different places, and the prodigious effort to get them back as a single unified collection, as well as getting my open tabs altogether. Easy you might say, all on a single home network. But no, Firefox won't synchronize the open tabs for "some reason: (even if set up to do so) , and Windows "somehow" doesn't see the PC 2' away that is on this network and is running. Well done assholes; the easiest and most natural thing to do, consolidate one's files and efforts, and yet this constant sabotage that creates this bifurcation and then furthers the sabotage so the effort is 50x more than what it needs to be, at greater risk.
And whatever this insane fuckery is about, over "distributed data" (more like a mess of unmanaged copies) and thwarting efforts to pull it together into a logical whole, is the very same issue for what I was employed for from 2000 to 2009, when designing and building a relational database for forest inventory sample plots. The organization idiocy, self-defeating fumbling, putzing and contractor fraud that I had to deal with was astounding. Finally, when I had budget authority, I hired a few good guys and assumed the role of a playing coach; I knew the business, did the major forestry analysis, and my guys put it into code, forms, tables, reports and did all the database admin to push changes through. They also contributed to the data analysis as I did not have sufficient knowledge about the business of data processing, and in one case, one of my guys came through with a magnificent model to deal with the myriad business rules, no matter what the context was, from data loading, valid values, to business reasonableness, to downstream data derivations etc. Anyhow, a magnificent project in the end, despite the organization landmines and loony traps placed in our way. But all related to the very same issue of the last four weeks; messed up data in different places that should be consolidated, logically arranged and secure. And yet again, (per above) more sabotage on this front, even if it is just "little old me", thankfully without organization adversity thrown in; "just" technical adversity this time. A word to the Psychopaths; just leave me and my data the fuck alone; I am quite capable of managing both, and would be a whole lot better at it without constant interference.
Aside from working with some new characters this week, and presumably, for the next three or so, I got some scanning done my photographs, some in negative form, some as slides, and some as prints. It is going to take a while, never mind cleaning up some of them as the color prints are yellowing some, and even the slides are losing their color intensity. Which will mean substantial playing around with image processing software. The Psychopaths made sure I was roundly annoyed at the outset as the software that came with the scanner; it won't handle 48 bit color. Like WTF; that is the standard for digital photographic manipulation, so perhaps one day I shall have to pony up for Photoshop, though I am going to give the free GIMP a shot at first to see if I can pull out the best in my old photographs.
And as this PC is much faster and with more memory, I will also pursue my new CAD interests; there are some much needed (IMHO) improvements needed for my hand pruners, and the parts need to be designed first. Although I have knowledge of raster and vector image processing in Geographic Information Systems (GIS), I am finding myself on a new road of refinement when those concepts ares taken into CAD drawings, based on my scannings of the parts. The scanning and the CAD interests are two similar and interesting pursuits I was also deprived of these past two weeks while this here PC was taken out of service. The Psychopaths just love that too; begin an initiative, or even a task, and then get "presented with circumstances" (read arranged interference) that cause its delay and for me eventually (usually) to be able to return to the effort. Well done assholes; there isn't a single thing that hasn't been hacked and/or delayed since this insane harassment began in 04-2002.
And in many cases before 04-2002, it was already prevalent, but not to this present level of consistency and obviousness. Though prior to the day infamy when the perps went berserk/overt in 04-2002, I suspect that in the event I began to make mental notes of peculiar similarities, they backed off to maintain their cover and not have anyone put in a unexpected position of making up more stories that just didn't add up. And too, fail my (then mediocre) lie-spotting skills, now much more elevated due to this concerted orchestration of stalking, fuckery and imposed adversity.
SOF... stalked my ass
11-04-2019
Another day of pulling vines; I was the guy setting the choker on the trunk below the graft union, and the other guy ran the tractor to pull them out. A near 8 hour day of this to finish the job, and I was too bushed to go to yoga. I got all dressed up, decided to lay down to relieve my back, and just couldn't bring myself to get up and go 30 minutes later. Hence a continued lie down, and no sleep, just too whacked out to get up. I never experienced these kind of "In-between" sleeps/rests before all this abuse came down, and I reckon this is one more of their sleep/rest fuckery games. If I wasn't too bushed doing this last week, then why was I so wiped out today with a weekend off?
At least the Psychopaths didn't interfere to the high level of vexation they imposed last week; the chain would jam and bind unexpectedly, plant debris would somehow arrive and find its way to obstruct my vision as I was about to set the hook on the chain, or other fuckups that were just relentless. I would seem to me that at least sometimes things would go my way, but no, it was fight with the plant debris, chain etc. And that is typical of how they like to interfere; lay on extreme adversity at first and then slowly back off some, but on occasion, they will bring back some components from their adversity arsenal.
And just as well I skipped yoga this week; last week they near stacked the class with half males, highly irregular by any attendance I have observed. At least eight in a class of 16, most never been seen before, and seemingly they all got trained by the same Fuckwit in advance to lay on the heavy breathing. It was ridiculous as it was laughable; like WTF, here we are in a rest position in mid-class for a minute or so, and some idiot-male is doing heavy breathing. Yes, once they did bring a male jelly-gutted male and plant him around me for about six classes, and he was terribly out of shape and should not of been in an advanced class, and he was doing heavy breathing and sweating to keep himself going. But these dudes, while not real yogis, aren't nearly as flabby in the main, and here they are in heavy breathing mode. And for crissakes dudes, keep your shirts on, especially the flabby one.
Obviously, the Psychopaths are on a campaign to increase associated maleness in my proximity, as they have been slowly and steadily increasing the dude count in yoga. Then every few months, they reach a set point, and put in all females in the class, and until another set-point (it seems), they incrementally add more males. Thanks assholes, I can do without them, even if you are on a campaign to exercise/expose my subconscious traumatization reactions (abreactions) to males, which very likely were part of the abuse during the Lost Years, when aged 2 to 5, when my recall was wiped out. I have read enough from others of that era, and it wasn't pretty. Others, such as Anne Diamond, still don't know what happened to them. In any event, I don't need to be rehabilitated, I just need to be left the fuck alone. But they never get that. Which suggests my abreactions are a barrier to more brain and energy fuckery and research they have in mind.
11-05-2019
I picked up vine trunks and carried them to the roadside for 4 hours, and that was my work for the day, despite prior assurances the Boss Man was to show up with a trailer and I was to help him load and dump them. He phoned around 1100h and said that he would help tomorrow, and later in the evening, my co-worker said he would be doing this tomorrow. Being new to this outfit, and the Boss Man, it seems that surely he can show up if he commits? I had my doubts though, as he showed me X-rays of his artificial hip, and it just seems that active vineyard work isn't the best thing to do for him. Earlier this year, he re-injured his artificial hip, so I am sure he must be favoring it so not to repeat such an episode. So why the stated commitment to help, and then backing off, twice? Whatever; another human behavior mystery to resolve.
And what is with the stalking at SOF still at a high pitch? I got royally hounded on my last visit three days ago during the afternoon, so I figured I would go back today, later at my usual visit time of 1900h or later. They were still on my ass at the chocolate section again, putting on successive stalkers within 3 minutes of each other. Funny how sparsely populated aisles (at that time) just "happen" to have people around when I am at my usual haunt.
Binge -watching Unsolved Mysteries, the original version this past month.... It just seems that some of the stories don't add up. Or more to the point, there are many additional questions to be answered and the show is failing to ask them. On other occasions, the police and prosecutors are deliberately dragging their feet and not doing their job of investigating the crime scene properly. Perhaps I should do a critique of some of these stories, but perhaps it has been done by someone else (like a blog). In one case, "The Boys on the Track" (as in killed and laid on a railway track for the train to run them over), "happens" to have considerable connection to the drug smuggling activity at Mena of the Clinton-Arkansas governance days. It took considerable effort on the part of one of the parents to get the body exhumed and re-examined, as the coroner blew the case off as a drug induced misadventure. Eventually an "uncertain" determination was made, meaning the police aren't going to do much either. But, when reviewing Arkancide, likely much more recent than the Unsolved Mysteries episode and its update, there are some who contend that they know exactly who killed the boys. And lo, if that person didn't get Arkancided.
11-08-2019
My regular co-worker is becoming more gruff and pissy of late; and it isn't me screwing up as the nominative cause. Along the way I learn that he has had prior sports concussions. And it seems that he has a penchant for alcohol consumption. Great; another unpredictable boss/co-worker situation, and even looking worse than the last gig.
We were doing trellis wire installations, and he was decidedly uncommunicative and unsupportive. I even helped out him considerably by packing my own hammer and a tool pouch with staples in it, and lo, if he didn't lose the other hammer and need to walk the row to retrieve it. Then he forgot the bucket of supplies we needed, when he was the one who brought them to the vineyard. All by himself no less, and not the usual Psychopathic set up of having me misunderstand his terse directions and I get it in the ear.
Last week I was getting some contradictory instructions from him about the vine pulling, and had to plainly ask him what he wanted, when he suggested that he didn't want me to do what he originally asked for (and no change in circumstances). And he was cranked that pulling a vine was taking 15 seconds, and I assumed he had done this before. At the end of the job he tells me that he hadn't done it before. Like WTF; job safely and job accomplishment are paramount, and it takes as long as it takes. Another day he is cranked about the Boss Man needing us to for a rock picking job as the wire trellis job was taking too long. (Well it didn't; it is just that he spent 3 hours getting the truck and supplies before he began, and then later (per above) forgot to bring some of the supplies). I replied "woo-hoo" to the rock picking job, as in, "ain't that exciting", and that clammed him up. He seems to be constantly cranked about how long jobs take, but most of the delay time is taken up with getting supplies and vehicles.
11-10-2019
As it "happened", he also has a landscaping business, and I committed to moonlight for him before it became apparent just how pissy and uncommunicative he is. It became another survival situation; keeping one's head down doing whatever one thinks he wants when he can change his mind for no apparent reason. You know, just ream out the help because they are supposed to be able to read his mind, and don't bother with explaining any context. At least yesterday he didn't round on me too much as there were two other helpers on his leaf raking job.
A longer than usual run without a posting, but here it is.
Showing posts with label file synchronization disruption. Show all posts
Showing posts with label file synchronization disruption. Show all posts
Sunday, November 10, 2019
Sunday, September 08, 2019
File Duplication Follies
09-04-2019
Another cursed adversity theme that has been laid on me, and kept there since 04-2004 when the perps went berserk/overt, is disruption of control of computer file duplicates. I have music files that are on a separate music server (Sony HAP Z1) and also on a portable digital music player owing to severe problems of listening to music on the Android phone platform. These are the main controlled duplicate libraries that I have, but sometimes, especially with this PC in the shop (like six weeks, concluding last month), the spare one is utilized which then can cause other file duplicates.
It should be real easy; the master copy is this desktop, and the other two are slaves. That is, just copies, and kept up to date by synchronization software. And lo, if I cannot get file synchronization working anywhere; the PoS MS Sync Toy "failed" to do the job, and created a mess of differing versions, especially with the Sync Toy jobs getting changed by some mysterious means. The alternative is the Sony HAP transfer software, and is the most abominable piece of public software I have ever encountered in 40 years of computer experience, and having worked directly in IT for 10 years. It will just "run the transfer again" if the transfer list file (record of transferred files) is cleared. Like WTF; as in re-transferring 12,000 files should the user want a clean list only for viewing subsequent updates based on a blithe developer's assumption. At least they put that gem in the mouse-over information bubble, otherwise I would of assumed it was the perps themselves.
Lets be clear, the Sony HAP is a fantastic piece of hardware for playing music, and easily bats 10x its own weight in audio performance. But it seems that Sony, in their ever erratic and idiosyncratic style, is letting hardware die on the vine, as it is five years on the market and no hardware upgrade (some firmware), and the networked access display page is sadly "out of support". (And rudimentary to begin with, along with some cryptic tabs the developers left in). Just for the record as a plea to Sony; will you please create a touch screen access via HDMI on the back panel, (no effing *whatever*/tablet/phablet/phone display for me thanks), and sensibly update that whole display page and the transfer/synchronization application, including removal of duplicates. And for the audiophile nerds, and perhaps the rest of the market place, add in substantially more streaming capability and make it much more accessible, including allowing users to add custom (self discovered) streaming sites into a stored menu that can be pulled up, viewed and selected from. And sure, for the audiophiles, add in that MQA, Roon, Tidal streaming stuff too.
Other battles on the file synchronizing front are with Firefox tabs. Firefox allows synchronization across devices, something that would of been real handy when swapping desktops to deal with the recent repair issues. As in, being able to keep my online life together as saved tabs remind me of what I am continuing to look at and serve as a major memory bank as to what is my present world of online interests. But of course that "somehow" failed, and I got snookered more than once in keeping all my open tabs saved. Well done assholes; and when is the next desktop take-down scheduled? Least when ready for it of course, and having a fully redundant desktop in parallel is a dream, but becoming more of a necessity due to ongoing PC sabotage.
So just what is it that so interests the perps about having disrupted file copies, often with the slave copy somehow getting updated inadvertently? I don't know, don't care, just leave me the fuck alone.
09-07-2019
A hike to my usual trail McIntyre Bluff. And the "usual" games in making sure I don't go early, which infuriates me no end. I like to start hikes early in the day, never after 1000h. In this state of high intrusion, I am lucky if I make it to the trail head by 1130h. Perhaps they like this so that my lunch is delayed until I get to the destination, usually about 1h15m later. It has long been noted that much of the perps' fuckery is staged before meal times, and often when they are delayed "somehow". And too, one can often count on noise-stalking stunts usually 20 minutes after lunch, e.g. aircraft, HD motorcycle noise etc.
It is always interesting when being gangstalked so heavy as to see who is in the line-up of trail hikers, aka, stalkers. This time it was inter-racial couples; of the six parties I encountered outbound, five were Asian woman with a Caucasian male. The fifth party was comprised of five women. I have never seen so many such couplings since 2001 (read below), and unlike Vancouver, BC, there aren't even many Asians in this part of the province. Nor have I seen any such concentration of such couples in town or anywhere else in this area, or on the trail. I can only assume this was arranged for the perps in their long standing interest in me being exposed to various other (non-Caucasian) races as well as their same interest in having couples around me. One of their favourite gangstalking stunts is to have the couple temporarily split apart and have me pass between them, often quite deliberately should I have an inclination to reverse course and avoid this scene.
Back in 2001 when I lived in Seattle, and obviously pre 04-2002 before this abuse-athon came down, I went to the Bumbershoot Festival on Labor Day weekend. It is a large public music, and other arts festival, though largely the first with at least six concurrent stages for music alone. I did not know then I was a targeted individual then, still kept in a "naive" state until 04-2002. But it was quite apparent that the "in couple" was the older (50's+ Caucasian male) with the younger Asian babe, usually under 30 yo. I just thought is was plain peculiar that there was this sudden "social flux" of inter-racial couples (of this particular configuration), as I had been to Bumbershoot before, and hadn't seen such predominant displays of inter-racial coupling, nor at any other public outing anywhere. I even remarked upon it to one of my co-workers, who might of asked a leading question, though I cannot recollect accurately just what it was. At the time I remarked, "it wasn't my thing" in reference to the older guy and the younger woman, as I was 46 yo. then myself. (The Asian part being immaterial to me). Anyhow, perhaps the perps are re-visiting their inter-racial "couple testing" objectives again, but as to why they need me to be part of it I have no idea. As always, just leave me the fuck alone, I have never bothered anyone, anywhere.
09-08-2019
Sunday, and a second day off in succession, as in a normal weekend. It was an occasion to make pesto, reducing some 10lb of basil, mixed with olive oil in the food processor, and then when pulped, frozen into ice cube trays. I get the basil in this quantity at the farm that is adjacent to the trail hike. Again, I don't know what the deal is with the perps, but given that they have had me on farm work for the past 11 years, there is something about plants and where they grow, they just love me to be involved in. As well, making food (or wine) from plant materials, or in the case of vineyard work, having me cut plant material. Another mystery tour (aka, nonconsensual human experimentation theme) the Psychopaths have laid on me for which I have suffered more than enough.
One would think if the Psychopaths, or their surrogates or masters, have been around since this planet was formed, they would have enough data on human-plant interactions in all imaginable capacities that they would not need to experiment on another human. Likewise with all the plant cutting, tending, harvesting and rendering in all personal, culinary and industrial capacities in all walks of life, all over the world for millennia, you would also think that the Psychopaths have all that they need from animal-plant interactions. Wrong; they want yet more data from harassed and highly abused targeted individuals who are kept in a densified magnetic field (1800Gauss) and kept under mind-controlled scrutiny/governance for 17 years (and counting) on top of 46 years of surreptitious surveillance, if not orchestrated governance. So what are they after then?
And what is with the escalation of masers these past few months, especially when at my residence? Sometimes I can barely see to read a book (another Fuckover scene/theme, the acquisition of knowledge) for all the blackish floating blobs that can even follow my eyes as I read. That is, three or more configured blobs will follow the very words that I am reading at my reading speed, and if I look elsewhere momentarily, the blobs will zoom up to where I am looking and re-form their configuration even if looking at the blue sky.
Another favorite maser inundation situation is the blackish blobs hanging around and following me when using toilet paper. This too has increased of late, and I will spare you the particulars. And to boot, the use of toilet paper has increased ever since I had prostate cancer radiotherapy in late 2017 with continuing side effects (that the doctor downplayed beforehand), which of course, fits the Psychopaths need over their maser fuckery with respect to toilet paper. Again, I have no idea, and it just may relate to their plant material obsession/experimentation (per above), softwood pulp in this case, (not even live plant material). Just more mysterious fuckery over fuck all as I see it. Just leave me alone.
Not to be; I see this here PC locked up last night, a round of fuckery that cost me some $150 and six weeks of downtime a month ago. A sudden arrival of wiggly lines and it locks up. The same problem as last time, a corrupted file system somehow. As in corrupted operating system.
Enough for a posting I reckon, and for the reader-sphere to ponder just what the perps are after.
Another cursed adversity theme that has been laid on me, and kept there since 04-2004 when the perps went berserk/overt, is disruption of control of computer file duplicates. I have music files that are on a separate music server (Sony HAP Z1) and also on a portable digital music player owing to severe problems of listening to music on the Android phone platform. These are the main controlled duplicate libraries that I have, but sometimes, especially with this PC in the shop (like six weeks, concluding last month), the spare one is utilized which then can cause other file duplicates.
It should be real easy; the master copy is this desktop, and the other two are slaves. That is, just copies, and kept up to date by synchronization software. And lo, if I cannot get file synchronization working anywhere; the PoS MS Sync Toy "failed" to do the job, and created a mess of differing versions, especially with the Sync Toy jobs getting changed by some mysterious means. The alternative is the Sony HAP transfer software, and is the most abominable piece of public software I have ever encountered in 40 years of computer experience, and having worked directly in IT for 10 years. It will just "run the transfer again" if the transfer list file (record of transferred files) is cleared. Like WTF; as in re-transferring 12,000 files should the user want a clean list only for viewing subsequent updates based on a blithe developer's assumption. At least they put that gem in the mouse-over information bubble, otherwise I would of assumed it was the perps themselves.
Lets be clear, the Sony HAP is a fantastic piece of hardware for playing music, and easily bats 10x its own weight in audio performance. But it seems that Sony, in their ever erratic and idiosyncratic style, is letting hardware die on the vine, as it is five years on the market and no hardware upgrade (some firmware), and the networked access display page is sadly "out of support". (And rudimentary to begin with, along with some cryptic tabs the developers left in). Just for the record as a plea to Sony; will you please create a touch screen access via HDMI on the back panel, (no effing *whatever*/tablet/phablet/phone display for me thanks), and sensibly update that whole display page and the transfer/synchronization application, including removal of duplicates. And for the audiophile nerds, and perhaps the rest of the market place, add in substantially more streaming capability and make it much more accessible, including allowing users to add custom (self discovered) streaming sites into a stored menu that can be pulled up, viewed and selected from. And sure, for the audiophiles, add in that MQA, Roon, Tidal streaming stuff too.
Other battles on the file synchronizing front are with Firefox tabs. Firefox allows synchronization across devices, something that would of been real handy when swapping desktops to deal with the recent repair issues. As in, being able to keep my online life together as saved tabs remind me of what I am continuing to look at and serve as a major memory bank as to what is my present world of online interests. But of course that "somehow" failed, and I got snookered more than once in keeping all my open tabs saved. Well done assholes; and when is the next desktop take-down scheduled? Least when ready for it of course, and having a fully redundant desktop in parallel is a dream, but becoming more of a necessity due to ongoing PC sabotage.
So just what is it that so interests the perps about having disrupted file copies, often with the slave copy somehow getting updated inadvertently? I don't know, don't care, just leave me the fuck alone.
09-07-2019
A hike to my usual trail McIntyre Bluff. And the "usual" games in making sure I don't go early, which infuriates me no end. I like to start hikes early in the day, never after 1000h. In this state of high intrusion, I am lucky if I make it to the trail head by 1130h. Perhaps they like this so that my lunch is delayed until I get to the destination, usually about 1h15m later. It has long been noted that much of the perps' fuckery is staged before meal times, and often when they are delayed "somehow". And too, one can often count on noise-stalking stunts usually 20 minutes after lunch, e.g. aircraft, HD motorcycle noise etc.
It is always interesting when being gangstalked so heavy as to see who is in the line-up of trail hikers, aka, stalkers. This time it was inter-racial couples; of the six parties I encountered outbound, five were Asian woman with a Caucasian male. The fifth party was comprised of five women. I have never seen so many such couplings since 2001 (read below), and unlike Vancouver, BC, there aren't even many Asians in this part of the province. Nor have I seen any such concentration of such couples in town or anywhere else in this area, or on the trail. I can only assume this was arranged for the perps in their long standing interest in me being exposed to various other (non-Caucasian) races as well as their same interest in having couples around me. One of their favourite gangstalking stunts is to have the couple temporarily split apart and have me pass between them, often quite deliberately should I have an inclination to reverse course and avoid this scene.
Back in 2001 when I lived in Seattle, and obviously pre 04-2002 before this abuse-athon came down, I went to the Bumbershoot Festival on Labor Day weekend. It is a large public music, and other arts festival, though largely the first with at least six concurrent stages for music alone. I did not know then I was a targeted individual then, still kept in a "naive" state until 04-2002. But it was quite apparent that the "in couple" was the older (50's+ Caucasian male) with the younger Asian babe, usually under 30 yo. I just thought is was plain peculiar that there was this sudden "social flux" of inter-racial couples (of this particular configuration), as I had been to Bumbershoot before, and hadn't seen such predominant displays of inter-racial coupling, nor at any other public outing anywhere. I even remarked upon it to one of my co-workers, who might of asked a leading question, though I cannot recollect accurately just what it was. At the time I remarked, "it wasn't my thing" in reference to the older guy and the younger woman, as I was 46 yo. then myself. (The Asian part being immaterial to me). Anyhow, perhaps the perps are re-visiting their inter-racial "couple testing" objectives again, but as to why they need me to be part of it I have no idea. As always, just leave me the fuck alone, I have never bothered anyone, anywhere.
09-08-2019
Sunday, and a second day off in succession, as in a normal weekend. It was an occasion to make pesto, reducing some 10lb of basil, mixed with olive oil in the food processor, and then when pulped, frozen into ice cube trays. I get the basil in this quantity at the farm that is adjacent to the trail hike. Again, I don't know what the deal is with the perps, but given that they have had me on farm work for the past 11 years, there is something about plants and where they grow, they just love me to be involved in. As well, making food (or wine) from plant materials, or in the case of vineyard work, having me cut plant material. Another mystery tour (aka, nonconsensual human experimentation theme) the Psychopaths have laid on me for which I have suffered more than enough.
One would think if the Psychopaths, or their surrogates or masters, have been around since this planet was formed, they would have enough data on human-plant interactions in all imaginable capacities that they would not need to experiment on another human. Likewise with all the plant cutting, tending, harvesting and rendering in all personal, culinary and industrial capacities in all walks of life, all over the world for millennia, you would also think that the Psychopaths have all that they need from animal-plant interactions. Wrong; they want yet more data from harassed and highly abused targeted individuals who are kept in a densified magnetic field (1800Gauss) and kept under mind-controlled scrutiny/governance for 17 years (and counting) on top of 46 years of surreptitious surveillance, if not orchestrated governance. So what are they after then?
And what is with the escalation of masers these past few months, especially when at my residence? Sometimes I can barely see to read a book (another Fuckover scene/theme, the acquisition of knowledge) for all the blackish floating blobs that can even follow my eyes as I read. That is, three or more configured blobs will follow the very words that I am reading at my reading speed, and if I look elsewhere momentarily, the blobs will zoom up to where I am looking and re-form their configuration even if looking at the blue sky.
Another favorite maser inundation situation is the blackish blobs hanging around and following me when using toilet paper. This too has increased of late, and I will spare you the particulars. And to boot, the use of toilet paper has increased ever since I had prostate cancer radiotherapy in late 2017 with continuing side effects (that the doctor downplayed beforehand), which of course, fits the Psychopaths need over their maser fuckery with respect to toilet paper. Again, I have no idea, and it just may relate to their plant material obsession/experimentation (per above), softwood pulp in this case, (not even live plant material). Just more mysterious fuckery over fuck all as I see it. Just leave me alone.
Not to be; I see this here PC locked up last night, a round of fuckery that cost me some $150 and six weeks of downtime a month ago. A sudden arrival of wiggly lines and it locks up. The same problem as last time, a corrupted file system somehow. As in corrupted operating system.
Enough for a posting I reckon, and for the reader-sphere to ponder just what the perps are after.
Sunday, April 14, 2019
Bank Draft
04-01-2019
I go to the bank to get two bank drafts, and while I couldn't say there was any particular gangstalking silliness inside while at the wicket, the Fuckwits were ready for me before and afterwards. Twice I attempted to get to the parking lot next to the bank building but no, each time it was full. So... I park at the civic lot some 30m away and down the alley and walk to the bank. The person next to me at the wicket in brown and red (both high preference gangstalking colors) just "happened" to be there all the time I was. Bank drafts take a while to do, but it just so happened that this person next to me had an equal (longer actually) engagement time with her bank teller too. When all done, I exit the bank and head back to my vehicle, down the lane. Lo, if the banking parking lot wasn't empty now, and there certainly wasn't enough customers transiting out to drive all the parked vehicles away. Anyhow, I enter the lane, and lo, if a vehicle some 30m away doesn't pull away from the curb and drive toward me (headlights on of course, aka pitlamping) and past me. Then another, which was parked behind it, some 20 seconds later. Then another, pulling away from behind the second vehicle, with about the same timing. Like WTF; this is a back alley and here it is busier than I have ever known, and with these three vehicles lined up and leaving one after another. I get to my vehicle, enter the lane, and lo, if they aren't there, backed up in front of me because of a L turning vehicle waiting for a whole lot of uncharacteristic crossing traffic.
And what is so important about obtaining a bank draft, a rare form of financial instrument for me, as I don't usually deal in these? Given that the perps have routinely stalked my ass for nearly 17 years over every financial transaction I have ever made, from debit cards, vending machine, paying bus fare, mailing checks and the rest of the more pedantic cashier transactions, why am I so surprised? The last time I got a bank transfer was about four years ago when I got one to send by mail to and outfit in Ontario to purchase a particular kitchen knife I wanted and the business didn't do online sales. Then, they put on this disgusting and very large British man as the bank teller, never seen before or since, who in his particular accent, was difficult to understand, and for whom I required him to repeat some of his instructions. (Curiously though, as I can normally interpret UK accents fairly well). As I recall, they plugged the bank with all manner of Fuckwits ahead and behind me. A colossal gangstalking event over getting a bank draft for crissakes. So here we are again; another gangstalking shit show over a rarely used (in my case) form of currency. And just what is that all about, and why have financial transactions been such an insane focus of perp fuckery these last 17 years?
04-03-2019
A drive to the big city of Kelowna to visit the doctors office for the planned procedure. As it turns out, by dint of a fuck-up not of my making, that the planned the date of the procedure is April 15, a Monday. I wanted it to be early May owing to timing of my work commitments, that is, vineyard work. But somehow, due to some lame excuse of the office assistant on the phone in January, it became April because she didn't have access to May at that time. And "somehow" I missed the significance of April 15 then.
And April 15 is a "special" day in abusive infamy as far as I am personally concerned, as it makes it the 17th anniversary of this fucking hell onset, the day the perps went berserk-overt on me. And no less, that fateful date of the abuse-athon onset was a Monday too. Said procedure involves a general anesthetic, so who knows what that could invite from the Psychopathic Fuckery Corps, because I am wide open to any and all their fuckery and capabilities. Like say, total memory depletion and insertion of a whole new "experience" set and personality and not have a clue. They learned a lot from stalking and hounding my ass these past 17 years, and it is quite clear they were hacking my recall in 2006 with relative ease. About in 2005 they could fuck with my perception of what normal was, so who knows where this one could go. But I am quite sure that they won't pull anything spectacular like they did 17 years ago in my apartment. Besides, I am sure there has been a few Monday, April 15 in between and nothing spectacular occured.
I has five other stops planned in Kelowna, and "somehow" only got to two ones that were unplanned. And it didn't help that the folks that were to cut my lengths of corian to a narrower width didn't get back to me in time for me to get that done. And too, "forgot" my list of other stops and items to get at each store. I remembered some, got turned around, and missed others. A shit show as far as getting my planned errands done. And there is only one outfit that has a unrelenting track record in thwarting my intentions, and it is the same assholes who run this non-stop abuse-athon, with me as the Prime Victim. (They would call me a subject, but since I didn't ask to be in this insane experiment, I view this all as an continuous assault).
I went to a tool shop while in Kelowna, two in fact. In both cases the stalkers were all over my ass and I had to get out before I planned. As mentioned in blog postings over the past few months, the Psychopathic Confederacy has a need to hound my ass over tools, tool use, and tool use switching. A theme of theirs that I was unaware of until 2019. Just to think that all the time on the four month construction job, 08 to 12-2018, I used other's tools, my own, substituted some for others, had some stolen etc. Who knew a construction site was perp heaven for another of their fuckery schemes? I had formerly thought it was just that they were interested in measuring, but no, tool use too.
I feel a little out of it these days; ostensibly it is a reaction from eliminating milk chocolate, my long running staple for decades, and of considerable "need" in the dopamine deficiency years, when the Psychopaths struck (above date) and arranged the full-on clinical criminality for me to be without my very helpful ADD medications. Only in 2018 did I get re-started after the radiotherapy for prostate cancer slowly kicked the shit out of me, and I have been much better since, save this past week. Again, laying the blame on the withdrawal symptoms, of the dairy products in milk chocolate, the only dairy products I have regularly ingested for some 8 years.
Getting 400- 600 reads a day for this blog this past week, suddenly up from under 100 per day. Too early to be a trend, but it bears watching instead of immediately consigning it to a data glitch. Surely the interest in TI's hasn't gone four fold or better suddenly has it?
04-04-2019
My attempts at file synchronizing from the main PC to a handheld digital music player with Sync Toy. Why does this end up being a consecrated hassle all the time? The Psychopaths derive no end of harassment mileage over the same file "somehow" becoming different when it is copied elsewhere. That they fucked Sync Toy into synchronizing (files always the same in both locations) when it was set up to echo (master-slave) cost me no end of grief to find out the portable audio player was getting new files that I thought were purged. Now the file pair association had to be re-written and "somehow" it isn't working when all seems just right. WTF? But the internet scuttlebutt is that Snyc Toy is a POS, and so I attempted to use robocopy in the command line. That is short for "robust copy", but it too failed for no seeming reason and so I restarted it from where it left off and it finished normally. And I am hardly done, only artists A to C, and that was a 40 minutes of run time. Well done MS; one of the most fundamental personal data needs nowadays and you still cannot get it together. Pathetic, or else willfully pathetic.
04-12-2019
L shoulder ache; started on a Wednesday, so I cannot legitimately blame it on yoga, which was Monday. As it was, yoga was more lame assed with the substitute instructor anyhow. The shoulder pain was as if I was over-using my L arm in the night for throwing baseball pitches, as if there was a night time hardball practice. All the more curious that I am R handed, and as far as I know there were no night time events of any kind, unconventional or conventional. Other recent aches of no known source have been in my L foot, as if it was torqued. This latter ailment has gone on for four weeks now with some minor swelling. I have been wearing the most stiffest boots possible these past 8 weeks, mountaineering boots, needed for the snowy conditions in the vineyard. Even while wearing them, the assholes wrenched my L ankle over a couple of times to aggravate the pain that they had already introduced by this mysterious means. Though with the mountaineering boots they really couldn't pull any major ankle wrenching. As to what all this is about I don't know, but foot wrenching and consequent pain has been a long running perp fuckery theme. In this case, the pain came before the foot wrenching, though as mentioned, they didn't (or couldn't) make this a reasonable rationale as to why the ankle pain is there, or why it has gone on for so long.
Yoga was its usual weirdness in terms of who goes, and why. Some 90% new faces every Monday class, the same one at the same time and day of week. (That is, it is a TI "Victim Tour" as I see it). Last week they put this young blonde woman in the line of sight between me and the blonde instructor. This seeming particularly planted woman, coming in at the last second in the usual perp fashion of their proximate planted gangstalkers at yoga, (and all the others "somehow" leaving an obvious space in advance), made sure to place herself in my line of sight, even if I was at the front. (She had plenty of room to move back and/or further away, but didn't). Well done, one larger (with minor flab) blonde in front of the slight and trim blonde instructor. No tattoos on the planted blonde though, often the "usual" excuse to place their stalkers in my line of sight to the instructor.
This week, the bent over dude, a newcomer last week, and a hopeless yogi, took my usual mat spot in the class, and so I went to the back of the practice room. And at the last minute, why, they put on a shirtless and bald headed dude to be my in-line-of sight stalker. A far more disgusting sight than a young blonde woman for sure, and all the more ridiculous that he didn't seem to know much about yoga. And why these shirtless dudes in yoga? I had never seen this phenomenon until a couple of years ago, and now it suddenly has become trendy. Like WTF; put your shirt on at yoga dudes, and sweat it out.
At least I had more attractive woman close to my mat to divert my attention; not blonde, and not tattoo-ed either.
04-14-2019
The last two weeks of vineyard work have been tying down canes to the fruiting wire, and also nattering to my colleague, a pleasant young blonde woman I had met a few years before. All quite different to have a non-stop natterer next to me, but we do have some common interests. And she has an interest in the unconventional and esoteric, and has given me reason to re-read "The Many Worlds of Hugh Everett" and his fundamental quantum wave theory. She also mentioned something to the effect that this theory, or more accurately, the many dimensions theory, has an component of multiplicity relating to the combinations of things (or repeatable events), which is consistent with the Psychopaths needing to screw me around so to ensure that all systematic actions get sabotaged in some way so that they do go out of order. In other words, fitting with their insane ongoing Fuckover show so that I cannot be allowed to do anything consistenly and/or efficiently. The constant need of the perps to sabotage every fucking thing going, and not permitting consistency. To which I say, I don't care, leave me the fuck out of it, and the fuck alone. I have been abused enough at their hands for multiple lifetimes and I don't need another one as I will have no guarantee it will be any better than this one, given their malevolent agenda and the fact that they stick to me like a Tar-baby From Hell.
The terse native Indian vineyard manager has given his notice and so it will be interesting to see how all of this unfolds. In the "usual" curiousness of my employers, they didn't ask me to step up to the management job even if I have the same qualifications, and even more experience. The aforementioned blonde woman knows the employers better, having worked with them before, so I can assume there will be some kind of shuffle going down. I gave up on getting a promotion in the vineyard business last year, when two jobs some three months apart, both seemingly crafted from my experience, with minimal qualification requirements, ("must have vineyard experience"), both turned out to be obvious resume bait stunts.
Anyhow, I am off to Kelowna tonight, surgery tomorrow, so wish me well. Surgery seems to be the 2019 trend for TI's.
I go to the bank to get two bank drafts, and while I couldn't say there was any particular gangstalking silliness inside while at the wicket, the Fuckwits were ready for me before and afterwards. Twice I attempted to get to the parking lot next to the bank building but no, each time it was full. So... I park at the civic lot some 30m away and down the alley and walk to the bank. The person next to me at the wicket in brown and red (both high preference gangstalking colors) just "happened" to be there all the time I was. Bank drafts take a while to do, but it just so happened that this person next to me had an equal (longer actually) engagement time with her bank teller too. When all done, I exit the bank and head back to my vehicle, down the lane. Lo, if the banking parking lot wasn't empty now, and there certainly wasn't enough customers transiting out to drive all the parked vehicles away. Anyhow, I enter the lane, and lo, if a vehicle some 30m away doesn't pull away from the curb and drive toward me (headlights on of course, aka pitlamping) and past me. Then another, which was parked behind it, some 20 seconds later. Then another, pulling away from behind the second vehicle, with about the same timing. Like WTF; this is a back alley and here it is busier than I have ever known, and with these three vehicles lined up and leaving one after another. I get to my vehicle, enter the lane, and lo, if they aren't there, backed up in front of me because of a L turning vehicle waiting for a whole lot of uncharacteristic crossing traffic.
And what is so important about obtaining a bank draft, a rare form of financial instrument for me, as I don't usually deal in these? Given that the perps have routinely stalked my ass for nearly 17 years over every financial transaction I have ever made, from debit cards, vending machine, paying bus fare, mailing checks and the rest of the more pedantic cashier transactions, why am I so surprised? The last time I got a bank transfer was about four years ago when I got one to send by mail to and outfit in Ontario to purchase a particular kitchen knife I wanted and the business didn't do online sales. Then, they put on this disgusting and very large British man as the bank teller, never seen before or since, who in his particular accent, was difficult to understand, and for whom I required him to repeat some of his instructions. (Curiously though, as I can normally interpret UK accents fairly well). As I recall, they plugged the bank with all manner of Fuckwits ahead and behind me. A colossal gangstalking event over getting a bank draft for crissakes. So here we are again; another gangstalking shit show over a rarely used (in my case) form of currency. And just what is that all about, and why have financial transactions been such an insane focus of perp fuckery these last 17 years?
04-03-2019
A drive to the big city of Kelowna to visit the doctors office for the planned procedure. As it turns out, by dint of a fuck-up not of my making, that the planned the date of the procedure is April 15, a Monday. I wanted it to be early May owing to timing of my work commitments, that is, vineyard work. But somehow, due to some lame excuse of the office assistant on the phone in January, it became April because she didn't have access to May at that time. And "somehow" I missed the significance of April 15 then.
And April 15 is a "special" day in abusive infamy as far as I am personally concerned, as it makes it the 17th anniversary of this fucking hell onset, the day the perps went berserk-overt on me. And no less, that fateful date of the abuse-athon onset was a Monday too. Said procedure involves a general anesthetic, so who knows what that could invite from the Psychopathic Fuckery Corps, because I am wide open to any and all their fuckery and capabilities. Like say, total memory depletion and insertion of a whole new "experience" set and personality and not have a clue. They learned a lot from stalking and hounding my ass these past 17 years, and it is quite clear they were hacking my recall in 2006 with relative ease. About in 2005 they could fuck with my perception of what normal was, so who knows where this one could go. But I am quite sure that they won't pull anything spectacular like they did 17 years ago in my apartment. Besides, I am sure there has been a few Monday, April 15 in between and nothing spectacular occured.
I has five other stops planned in Kelowna, and "somehow" only got to two ones that were unplanned. And it didn't help that the folks that were to cut my lengths of corian to a narrower width didn't get back to me in time for me to get that done. And too, "forgot" my list of other stops and items to get at each store. I remembered some, got turned around, and missed others. A shit show as far as getting my planned errands done. And there is only one outfit that has a unrelenting track record in thwarting my intentions, and it is the same assholes who run this non-stop abuse-athon, with me as the Prime Victim. (They would call me a subject, but since I didn't ask to be in this insane experiment, I view this all as an continuous assault).
I went to a tool shop while in Kelowna, two in fact. In both cases the stalkers were all over my ass and I had to get out before I planned. As mentioned in blog postings over the past few months, the Psychopathic Confederacy has a need to hound my ass over tools, tool use, and tool use switching. A theme of theirs that I was unaware of until 2019. Just to think that all the time on the four month construction job, 08 to 12-2018, I used other's tools, my own, substituted some for others, had some stolen etc. Who knew a construction site was perp heaven for another of their fuckery schemes? I had formerly thought it was just that they were interested in measuring, but no, tool use too.
I feel a little out of it these days; ostensibly it is a reaction from eliminating milk chocolate, my long running staple for decades, and of considerable "need" in the dopamine deficiency years, when the Psychopaths struck (above date) and arranged the full-on clinical criminality for me to be without my very helpful ADD medications. Only in 2018 did I get re-started after the radiotherapy for prostate cancer slowly kicked the shit out of me, and I have been much better since, save this past week. Again, laying the blame on the withdrawal symptoms, of the dairy products in milk chocolate, the only dairy products I have regularly ingested for some 8 years.
Getting 400- 600 reads a day for this blog this past week, suddenly up from under 100 per day. Too early to be a trend, but it bears watching instead of immediately consigning it to a data glitch. Surely the interest in TI's hasn't gone four fold or better suddenly has it?
04-04-2019
My attempts at file synchronizing from the main PC to a handheld digital music player with Sync Toy. Why does this end up being a consecrated hassle all the time? The Psychopaths derive no end of harassment mileage over the same file "somehow" becoming different when it is copied elsewhere. That they fucked Sync Toy into synchronizing (files always the same in both locations) when it was set up to echo (master-slave) cost me no end of grief to find out the portable audio player was getting new files that I thought were purged. Now the file pair association had to be re-written and "somehow" it isn't working when all seems just right. WTF? But the internet scuttlebutt is that Snyc Toy is a POS, and so I attempted to use robocopy in the command line. That is short for "robust copy", but it too failed for no seeming reason and so I restarted it from where it left off and it finished normally. And I am hardly done, only artists A to C, and that was a 40 minutes of run time. Well done MS; one of the most fundamental personal data needs nowadays and you still cannot get it together. Pathetic, or else willfully pathetic.
04-12-2019
L shoulder ache; started on a Wednesday, so I cannot legitimately blame it on yoga, which was Monday. As it was, yoga was more lame assed with the substitute instructor anyhow. The shoulder pain was as if I was over-using my L arm in the night for throwing baseball pitches, as if there was a night time hardball practice. All the more curious that I am R handed, and as far as I know there were no night time events of any kind, unconventional or conventional. Other recent aches of no known source have been in my L foot, as if it was torqued. This latter ailment has gone on for four weeks now with some minor swelling. I have been wearing the most stiffest boots possible these past 8 weeks, mountaineering boots, needed for the snowy conditions in the vineyard. Even while wearing them, the assholes wrenched my L ankle over a couple of times to aggravate the pain that they had already introduced by this mysterious means. Though with the mountaineering boots they really couldn't pull any major ankle wrenching. As to what all this is about I don't know, but foot wrenching and consequent pain has been a long running perp fuckery theme. In this case, the pain came before the foot wrenching, though as mentioned, they didn't (or couldn't) make this a reasonable rationale as to why the ankle pain is there, or why it has gone on for so long.
Yoga was its usual weirdness in terms of who goes, and why. Some 90% new faces every Monday class, the same one at the same time and day of week. (That is, it is a TI "Victim Tour" as I see it). Last week they put this young blonde woman in the line of sight between me and the blonde instructor. This seeming particularly planted woman, coming in at the last second in the usual perp fashion of their proximate planted gangstalkers at yoga, (and all the others "somehow" leaving an obvious space in advance), made sure to place herself in my line of sight, even if I was at the front. (She had plenty of room to move back and/or further away, but didn't). Well done, one larger (with minor flab) blonde in front of the slight and trim blonde instructor. No tattoos on the planted blonde though, often the "usual" excuse to place their stalkers in my line of sight to the instructor.
This week, the bent over dude, a newcomer last week, and a hopeless yogi, took my usual mat spot in the class, and so I went to the back of the practice room. And at the last minute, why, they put on a shirtless and bald headed dude to be my in-line-of sight stalker. A far more disgusting sight than a young blonde woman for sure, and all the more ridiculous that he didn't seem to know much about yoga. And why these shirtless dudes in yoga? I had never seen this phenomenon until a couple of years ago, and now it suddenly has become trendy. Like WTF; put your shirt on at yoga dudes, and sweat it out.
At least I had more attractive woman close to my mat to divert my attention; not blonde, and not tattoo-ed either.
04-14-2019
The last two weeks of vineyard work have been tying down canes to the fruiting wire, and also nattering to my colleague, a pleasant young blonde woman I had met a few years before. All quite different to have a non-stop natterer next to me, but we do have some common interests. And she has an interest in the unconventional and esoteric, and has given me reason to re-read "The Many Worlds of Hugh Everett" and his fundamental quantum wave theory. She also mentioned something to the effect that this theory, or more accurately, the many dimensions theory, has an component of multiplicity relating to the combinations of things (or repeatable events), which is consistent with the Psychopaths needing to screw me around so to ensure that all systematic actions get sabotaged in some way so that they do go out of order. In other words, fitting with their insane ongoing Fuckover show so that I cannot be allowed to do anything consistenly and/or efficiently. The constant need of the perps to sabotage every fucking thing going, and not permitting consistency. To which I say, I don't care, leave me the fuck out of it, and the fuck alone. I have been abused enough at their hands for multiple lifetimes and I don't need another one as I will have no guarantee it will be any better than this one, given their malevolent agenda and the fact that they stick to me like a Tar-baby From Hell.
The terse native Indian vineyard manager has given his notice and so it will be interesting to see how all of this unfolds. In the "usual" curiousness of my employers, they didn't ask me to step up to the management job even if I have the same qualifications, and even more experience. The aforementioned blonde woman knows the employers better, having worked with them before, so I can assume there will be some kind of shuffle going down. I gave up on getting a promotion in the vineyard business last year, when two jobs some three months apart, both seemingly crafted from my experience, with minimal qualification requirements, ("must have vineyard experience"), both turned out to be obvious resume bait stunts.
Anyhow, I am off to Kelowna tonight, surgery tomorrow, so wish me well. Surgery seems to be the 2019 trend for TI's.
Sunday, October 02, 2016
New Job
09-26-2016
I started my cellar hand job today, and the town was replete with extra vehicular stalking. The helicopters came to visit me there more than twice, and even the E. Indians came by for a stalk-by, if not expressly and rudely loiter in my proximity.
And of the 8 co-workers, I am the only one who speaks only English. All the rest speak French; some from France and some from Quebec who are fluently bilingual. It is kind of like the winter time situation where the perps had for me to work among E. Indians in the vineyard for the past two years; to be predominantly surrounded by language/speech that I cannot follow. What is in it for the perps I have no idea.
Then with a complement of French personnel, some from the mother country and some from Quebec, that too must play into the perps' objectives.
And then the perps started up their metastasized cancer games, shooting sensations up to the middle of my back, and then down to my knee. Why they had to start this up again when I thought it was done back in July, I have no idea. Back then, the two scans indicated no metastatization of my prostate cancer, the perp's gift of June 07 this year. Sometime in August the sensations dropped off and I assumed it was a transitory perp stunt. Now it has the makings of yet another takedown intiative.
On the French Canadian angle, reading a book titled "The Trial and Persectuion of Gaston Naessens", by Christopher Bird. The the real reason was to learn about his discoveries of cancer origins and cancer cure. On goes the jigsaw of inter-related perp themes; the French Canadian angle, and as of this year, cancer. (I was diagnosed with prostate cancer in June).And of course, the entrenched medical dictatorship, termed by one congressmen as the "meanest monopoly on earth". You better believe it.
09-28-2016
Third day on the job, and I have a great bunch of folks to work with. I haven't had that in close to 40 years, going back to my summer time forestry jobs. Mind you, interaction is limited because of language differences.
And they even let me use the forklift there; two years I worked at the last place and they would not let me for some pathetic reason.
09-29-2016
A forced forget at work; admonished by boss, but kindly though. A total set up as I was doing everything fine on this task two days ago, and suddenly a brain fart.
09-30-2016
A busy day at the winery job, and more elvated responsibilities; They let me drive the fork lift to feed the hopper for the grape crushing. Navigate it through the aisle of tanks, lift it up, but not too high as to contact the overhead catwalk, and then rotate the bin carefully, not all at once. At the last job site, only the most senior and experienced forklift driver was allowed to forklift, pallets cases of wine. Where I am now, they have at least two much more experienced forklift drivers at their disposal, but gave the job to me, a rookie.
And still the observation holds at this new work site; all are nice people, all 9 of them.That is an unheard of statistic in the last 30 years of working for me.
10-01-2016 Saturday
Visited Kelowna, aka strip mall city, to attend the Prostate Support Group meeting. I chatted with the facilitator, he having organized this for the past 20 years. According to him, paw-paw, the herbal that I have taken for the last month, "won't do anything". Nothing like cancer and child rearing to bring on everyone's opinion. Today's speaker spoke about ED; an interesting presentation. If not a bit macabre, as the speaker referenced that he had an inoperable brain tumor, and mentioned it again to take the potential misplaced humor component out of it.
The perps polluted me with notions of ending this whole gig all the while, and in the least, kept me in a bummed out state all the while of the meeting and afterwards.
I stopped at two stores, kept the financial impact low. One is a used bookstore that has CD's for $4 or less. I was back in Penticton by noon, and went to the farmer's market and got skunked on finding spring onions. Which meant sending me the two blocks looking for it and having the cluster fucking Fuckwits step in my way, come at me and offer no way around them, stop dead in their tracks to create an impasse and the rest of the obstructive crowding behavior I have come to know first hand.
Had lunch and then listened to my first CD of the purchased ones today, and lo, the assholes put me into a 2.5 nap attack after some 15 minutes listening time. Talk about punching a hole in one's afternoon.
Haven't we done this before? Back in 2012, about two months after the viticulture training (3 month course), I started into a new book, one of the classics of viticulture. About 20 minutes into reading the nap attack came on and it was all-time doozy; a 4.5 hour take down with no prior sleep deprivation or deficit.
And the perps had me purchase a 2 CD opera set today. I never listen to opera, and never buy it. But "for some reason", was compelled to do so.
Later a knock on the door, then the person takes off; but wasn't my landlord, though he was walking toward the landlord,s house. (No public access to my door here, a perfect perp harassment preventative). A woman was standing there at the house and waved to me, though again, it seemed that she wasn't the landlady. I have no idea who these people were, and why one of them had to knock on my door and then screw off. And for the record, there was no prior yelling or outrages perpetrated upon me, or any reason that I would of caused anyone to come to my door. Fucking bizarre.
All to disrupt me while making my cacao mousse, a new "habit" that has erupted recently. As in following a recipe and as usual, varying the ingredients and portions some. The perps just love that, and will in fact constrain supplies just to ensure they extract the variations they are looking for.
And what is it about file synchronizing, and dis-synchronizing that the perps love so much? With my PC #1 still out, now 10 days and another week to go, the music file library I keep on it is now out of sync with the added albums now on this here PC #2. Add to that, the above mentioned CD's that I will soon digitize, (loathe the terms "rip" or "burn"), and the recent downloads I suddenly "needed", it is all too curious. Because when PC #1 was down in January through March this year, the same thing "happened". I suddenly had the need to acquire more music from CD's and online and had to later bring the files on PC #2 back onto PC #1 which has adequate storage. Adding to that digital file synchronizing complexity now is a dedicated music file player that can store all my music files. So it has to be kept synchronized too. Obviously having two devices synchronized wasn't enough, so the perps added a third one into the mix.
My PC #1 is down due to the Crucial SSD drive having problems; It has been rock solid since 2011 and then began BSOD-ing a few weeks ago. Another file sync takedown was my NAS, used for backup purposes; it crapped out due to an upgrade problem and the repair guy could not fix it.
10-02-2016
A Sunday off no less, two days in succession, a normal weekend, the first in months. And onto my errands list, instead of going hiking like last Sunday.
They finally let me get on with khife and blade sharpening after holding me up for over two months. Not without some fuckery though. I tried again to get the multi-oscillator tool to do the job with adhesive backed abrasives mounted but it didn't work at all. Two years ago I tried the same thing with diamond abrasives and they mysteriously (IMHO) flattened out. Even when using them hand mounted on a file, these belt mounted diamond abrasives just smoothed out. Ridiculous.
And my weekly TI caller has now backed off to once per month. Seemingly financial reasons, but she offered some lame excuse abou not having enough to talk about that didn't hold up. (Most calls went over an hour and there was always much more we could of talked about). And the perps hit me with some inexplicable recall lapses as well. Back to more lonesome-land times again. Nothing new there, being the pariah of TI's it seems.
Anyhow, now to get this launched for the week.
I started my cellar hand job today, and the town was replete with extra vehicular stalking. The helicopters came to visit me there more than twice, and even the E. Indians came by for a stalk-by, if not expressly and rudely loiter in my proximity.
And of the 8 co-workers, I am the only one who speaks only English. All the rest speak French; some from France and some from Quebec who are fluently bilingual. It is kind of like the winter time situation where the perps had for me to work among E. Indians in the vineyard for the past two years; to be predominantly surrounded by language/speech that I cannot follow. What is in it for the perps I have no idea.
Then with a complement of French personnel, some from the mother country and some from Quebec, that too must play into the perps' objectives.
And then the perps started up their metastasized cancer games, shooting sensations up to the middle of my back, and then down to my knee. Why they had to start this up again when I thought it was done back in July, I have no idea. Back then, the two scans indicated no metastatization of my prostate cancer, the perp's gift of June 07 this year. Sometime in August the sensations dropped off and I assumed it was a transitory perp stunt. Now it has the makings of yet another takedown intiative.
On the French Canadian angle, reading a book titled "The Trial and Persectuion of Gaston Naessens", by Christopher Bird. The the real reason was to learn about his discoveries of cancer origins and cancer cure. On goes the jigsaw of inter-related perp themes; the French Canadian angle, and as of this year, cancer. (I was diagnosed with prostate cancer in June).And of course, the entrenched medical dictatorship, termed by one congressmen as the "meanest monopoly on earth". You better believe it.
09-28-2016
Third day on the job, and I have a great bunch of folks to work with. I haven't had that in close to 40 years, going back to my summer time forestry jobs. Mind you, interaction is limited because of language differences.
And they even let me use the forklift there; two years I worked at the last place and they would not let me for some pathetic reason.
09-29-2016
A forced forget at work; admonished by boss, but kindly though. A total set up as I was doing everything fine on this task two days ago, and suddenly a brain fart.
09-30-2016
A busy day at the winery job, and more elvated responsibilities; They let me drive the fork lift to feed the hopper for the grape crushing. Navigate it through the aisle of tanks, lift it up, but not too high as to contact the overhead catwalk, and then rotate the bin carefully, not all at once. At the last job site, only the most senior and experienced forklift driver was allowed to forklift, pallets cases of wine. Where I am now, they have at least two much more experienced forklift drivers at their disposal, but gave the job to me, a rookie.
And still the observation holds at this new work site; all are nice people, all 9 of them.That is an unheard of statistic in the last 30 years of working for me.
10-01-2016 Saturday
Visited Kelowna, aka strip mall city, to attend the Prostate Support Group meeting. I chatted with the facilitator, he having organized this for the past 20 years. According to him, paw-paw, the herbal that I have taken for the last month, "won't do anything". Nothing like cancer and child rearing to bring on everyone's opinion. Today's speaker spoke about ED; an interesting presentation. If not a bit macabre, as the speaker referenced that he had an inoperable brain tumor, and mentioned it again to take the potential misplaced humor component out of it.
The perps polluted me with notions of ending this whole gig all the while, and in the least, kept me in a bummed out state all the while of the meeting and afterwards.
I stopped at two stores, kept the financial impact low. One is a used bookstore that has CD's for $4 or less. I was back in Penticton by noon, and went to the farmer's market and got skunked on finding spring onions. Which meant sending me the two blocks looking for it and having the cluster fucking Fuckwits step in my way, come at me and offer no way around them, stop dead in their tracks to create an impasse and the rest of the obstructive crowding behavior I have come to know first hand.
Had lunch and then listened to my first CD of the purchased ones today, and lo, the assholes put me into a 2.5 nap attack after some 15 minutes listening time. Talk about punching a hole in one's afternoon.
Haven't we done this before? Back in 2012, about two months after the viticulture training (3 month course), I started into a new book, one of the classics of viticulture. About 20 minutes into reading the nap attack came on and it was all-time doozy; a 4.5 hour take down with no prior sleep deprivation or deficit.
And the perps had me purchase a 2 CD opera set today. I never listen to opera, and never buy it. But "for some reason", was compelled to do so.
Later a knock on the door, then the person takes off; but wasn't my landlord, though he was walking toward the landlord,s house. (No public access to my door here, a perfect perp harassment preventative). A woman was standing there at the house and waved to me, though again, it seemed that she wasn't the landlady. I have no idea who these people were, and why one of them had to knock on my door and then screw off. And for the record, there was no prior yelling or outrages perpetrated upon me, or any reason that I would of caused anyone to come to my door. Fucking bizarre.
All to disrupt me while making my cacao mousse, a new "habit" that has erupted recently. As in following a recipe and as usual, varying the ingredients and portions some. The perps just love that, and will in fact constrain supplies just to ensure they extract the variations they are looking for.
And what is it about file synchronizing, and dis-synchronizing that the perps love so much? With my PC #1 still out, now 10 days and another week to go, the music file library I keep on it is now out of sync with the added albums now on this here PC #2. Add to that, the above mentioned CD's that I will soon digitize, (loathe the terms "rip" or "burn"), and the recent downloads I suddenly "needed", it is all too curious. Because when PC #1 was down in January through March this year, the same thing "happened". I suddenly had the need to acquire more music from CD's and online and had to later bring the files on PC #2 back onto PC #1 which has adequate storage. Adding to that digital file synchronizing complexity now is a dedicated music file player that can store all my music files. So it has to be kept synchronized too. Obviously having two devices synchronized wasn't enough, so the perps added a third one into the mix.
My PC #1 is down due to the Crucial SSD drive having problems; It has been rock solid since 2011 and then began BSOD-ing a few weeks ago. Another file sync takedown was my NAS, used for backup purposes; it crapped out due to an upgrade problem and the repair guy could not fix it.
10-02-2016
A Sunday off no less, two days in succession, a normal weekend, the first in months. And onto my errands list, instead of going hiking like last Sunday.
They finally let me get on with khife and blade sharpening after holding me up for over two months. Not without some fuckery though. I tried again to get the multi-oscillator tool to do the job with adhesive backed abrasives mounted but it didn't work at all. Two years ago I tried the same thing with diamond abrasives and they mysteriously (IMHO) flattened out. Even when using them hand mounted on a file, these belt mounted diamond abrasives just smoothed out. Ridiculous.
And my weekly TI caller has now backed off to once per month. Seemingly financial reasons, but she offered some lame excuse abou not having enough to talk about that didn't hold up. (Most calls went over an hour and there was always much more we could of talked about). And the perps hit me with some inexplicable recall lapses as well. Back to more lonesome-land times again. Nothing new there, being the pariah of TI's it seems.
Anyhow, now to get this launched for the week.
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