What Went Right

1730h
Not much has gone right today on the First Feral Family front. Even my mother, the First Feral Matriarch had a bad day on the home renovation. The tradesman broke two toilets in attempting to install it, and the third one "took" (aka was finally allowed to be installed). The perps have a thing about toilets, and it might pertain to their brown color fetish/research topic, but I sense there is more to it than that. It is an Unfavored item, but I don't know I came by that.

And my in-town brother was also "helping" on the toilet games today, leaving a brown turd to languish in his toilet when I forced into a pee break. It was more than the cat poo smell, regular odor attendant to the downstairs bathroom. I even asked him who did it, and he said it was him. As this is the second or third time this has "happened" among First Feral Family members, it cannot be anything but scripted, along with the smell. Fucking outrageous.

I stopped at a certain store where I get a family discount on the way back from my in-town brother's place, and lo, if the discount card was missing from my wallet. And when I get back, why, it is there again. Ergo, a return trip to deal with getting my discount. Another "gone wrong" jerkaround.

And on my mother's bathroom renovation, the renovator installed an electrical timer switch that I had purchased, and the switch didn't work, new out of the package. This was verified by an electrician even. Another thing goes back to the store. This was after his third toilet install of the day, per above.

Another run-down attempt, sort of; a Fuckwit was driving a low slung sports car, like a Corvette, and ran the advance left arrow, coming within 3' of me when I was 4' into the crosswalk, obeying the Walk signal. I yelled at him, or more like, the perps had me yell as I don't do such public displays, and he did stop in mid street, but that was the end of it and he didn't circle around to confront me thank goodness. Such stunts are about once per week, and this was today's variant.

Most of the day was spent at my in-town brother's place, and for once I got there earlier at 0930h. I get some leaves hopping and bopping in nonconventional gravitic ways,  and some leaves flying in from nowhere, but it is relatively manageable.

I get to raid his ample chocolate supply while there, and so I shouldn't be surprised as to the brown colored gangstalkers afterward when walking to the bus stop and taking the bus back into downtown. There were five loosely clustered but disparate bums on the sidewalk when I got off the bus, and they all ran for it to catch the bus, running past me as I was about to exit and immediately afterward. The joke was that no one was at the bus stop when it pulled in, and I was the only passenger to get off. So... as I was getting off, Bum #1 starts running to make the bus before it departs, and so did the four trailing bums. In other words, it was pure happenchance (har, har) that the bus stopped at all, and here were five passengers sauntering along the sidewalk as they hadn't reached the bus stop. A Bum Run of sorts. The walking-along-and-happen-to-catch-the-bus-as-it-pulls-in-from-behind trick has been playing for a couple of years now, but to have five of them, and all bums, is a new take on presenting such Unfavored Fuckwits.

And my in-town brother makes himself out to be a totally computer avoidant , which seems to be generally true. He asked me to install the new modem that was delivered by the ISP, and I said I would. The old modem is the same model that my mother has, and the new model is the one that I have, same ISP all round. Call it a First Feral Family Modem Calibration perhaps. He was gone when I installed the new modem, and he arrives at the point when I am still at the PC, totally pissed over the perps blocking me from ordering saucepan lids, as I found a more economical supplier that has sane shipping charges. (Funny how Google works differently at his place than mine...(same search string even)). Here I am at his place, having installed the new modem, and the first thing I do there is order saucepan lids, a two week long Fuckover jerkaround that still has yet to be consummated. And then he arrives after I was infuriated at this blatant fuckery, and I explain briefly how and what I did, and because he doesn't recognize the web browser (Firefox), he gets all cranked up saying how important the PC is to him. What a total joke; the guy who would ordinarily avoid the PC, and gets me to install a modem for crissakes, then engages in a thankless diatribe over how I had better not of screwed his PC and his internet access. He is getting, or more like, is scripted to be, excessively cranky these days as well as being rude, though seeming not to notice it. I wonder who else is going to be going silly this Christmas time?

1850h
In keeping with the do-it-again financial transaction fuckery, I got blocked again in attempting a credit card payment over these infernal pot lids that has been going on for over a week. Finally, I am allowed to find sane shipping prices for what I want (a Canadian supplier), and now I get obstructed in attempting to pay. And did I mention there were about five attempts to pay with my debit card two days ago, and the cahier had to intervene and restart the process? It is fucking insane that I am not allowed to have a Fuckover Free transaction.

Though, they didn't have the sentries on the bus today in either direction. For at least all of December they have posted a Fuckwit at the front door of the bus, sometimes two for me to walk between, and I suppose swiping my bus pass with its magnetic stripe is a financial transaction of a kind. And of course, when I purchase the bus pass I have at least three of the assholes standing around me at the time.

2205h
A rare evening time shopping trip to take the items back for my discount, worth $40. It was the dudes' turn to make the transaction this time, after being handed off by the woman who begged off the task of applying my discount. I have had instances where the blonde babe cashier starts me off with the check and in the process, begs off for a "shift change" and to have a dude take over the task of cashiering. What that means for the supreme sickos, the World SS, I have no idea, but clearly the Favored (blonde babes especially) have some kind of glow that they wish to evaluate (assay of energetic interaction in a more technical sense IMHO), and compare that to the dudes doing the same thing.

Then a turnaround to go to the downtown bookstore and run the hordes of Fuckwits coming at me, often three abreast with another two ahead or immediately behind. This constant testing me of the Cluster Fuckwits has been ramped up for the Christmas season. And I should of turned around at the door of the bookstore as the assholes purged my recall of the title and author, and I was pissed over that, as I wanted to get a novel for my daughter for Christmas in addition to a cookbook. As per usual, I am not allowed to plan, and execute the plan, but be stymied and re-directed. So it was two horse magazines instead and the last ID publication for me (expensive magazine).

The perps had me spooked over these converging clusters of Fuckwits, first starting out with women, then mixed couples and then later two males who were 6' apart and talking to each other at the pedestrian crossing. The usual deal is that I walk around the Fuckwits and not between them when they do these setups of widely separated chats.  Then the Fuckwit I was going around turned to go, almost making out that he was after me, and at that moment the perps spooked me with some kind of Fear that was totally irrational from the perspective of my own normal (pre-overt and mind invasive abuse) reactions. That would never of happened, and when one is hunted day and night for 7.5 years as at present, one knows that they are exceedingly important to the Fuckwits' research agenda and that there really isn't any of the danger they make it out to be. The faked demise Fuckarounds went on during 2002, about ten such events where it was staged that I thought I was done for. This was part of their "blitz abuse", attempting to get specific reactions that mean something to the perps remote energetics assay games.

Then to the local supermarket, again beset with clusters of converging Fuckwits, timed for a constriction in the sidewalk and a shiftless sentry dude blowing his cigarette plume out in advance of me and the clusterfuckers crossing paths. No run-down attempts tonight, they were even slacking off a bit in the bookstore save this giant amazon Asian woman with a knitted wool toque with ear flaps. This seems to be the big deal of late, putting on toques with the ear flaps and ties. And lo, if there wasn't a religious figure, the Ecumenical Patriarch Bartholomew on 60 Minutes two days ago, and he had a hat with the same ear flaps. Other prominent gangstalker fuglies tonight were a local Caucasian dude wearing a blue turban, and immediately running behind him was a woman with dreadlock hair. A nightime low light level gangstalker comparison of the Caucasians with typical non-Caucasian head coverage (turban and dreadlock hair).

And the bookstore; they had the promotions for the Book of Negroes in at least six places and they made sure that I saw it all. Setting me up with the negro theme again, this time in the form of a specific topic that features highly on the harassment front. And lo, if they didn't put on a negro dude for the two block walk from the bookstore to the supermarket. Alas, only and E. Indian as the cashier at the bookstore.

And more fuckery at the supermarket checkout; the debit card didn't scan and had to be redone, with plenty of pleasant fussing by the cashier. Meanwhile, the fugly dude crush started closing in on me after the obese woman in brown passed immediately behind me with her pop bottles for a refund. No doubt said pop bottles were once full of brown fizzy pop.

2300h
 The Mozy software backup configuration debacle is still playing out, since Dec. 19 (three days) with them telling me for the second time to go into Regedit and modify a setting, one that is not listed. I told them this two days ago and sent a snapshot of the screen I was looking at, and then they didn't answer the email, but instead started from the begining again. So... if you want to recover your system and this is the kind of fuckaround that is going to go on with one-per-day email that is taking the issue sideways, then you are hooped from the get go. Now I know, but I am passing on my vexations for the greater public good. And will dump their ass as soon as I can.

But as Mozy is using an E. Indian support agency, I have now had three male E. Indians (one per day) sending me emails over this infernal hassle, and it would seem that the perps really want me to see foreign names listed to typical North American english first and surnames. This bullshit started about a year ago when an E. Indian recruiter in Edmonton was emailing me and the emails weren't getting through. I eventually got her phone number, and we sent email tests back and forth to my two different email addresses while on the phone. Then she just dropped from sight, very unlike a recruiter. So..., the entire exercise seemed to be all about an E. Indian woman and me simultaneously talking and sending emails. Go figure, but it fits the pattern of senseless communications, sudden departures for no know reason, and the ongoing presentation of foreign names. I get plenty of strange names in the spam, and this too must be part of the ongoing fuckery.

The typo sabotage is intense tonight, time to go.

Advance Notice On No Yoga

1305h
I got a rare phone call informing me that yoga was cancelled today, which was decent, sort of. Three weeks ago it was cancelled without notice, making me walk 10 minutes to the location through the gangstalk gauntlet in both directions. But for whatever reason, I got a rare advance notice by phone, perhaps to keep me shut in until my one hour duration job at 1730h. Not a big deal, though with the aid of a Thursday event next week, amount to a near three week hiatus from yoga, something they already pulled prior to last week's class. The suspicion is that this might be part of the relentless diminuition of keeping me from doing active things; swimming, hiking, chi gong, strength training (with 60 min. city walk commute), and now yoga possibly have all been slowly curtailed and then ended. One can predict the end of these physical activities by how one's vision is messed with immediately after getting back from partaking in it. The LCD display puts out some fierce vision buggering irradiations of some kind, and this precedes the take down of the same physical activity.

Not a big deal, no yoga, after coming off a prior shutdown, but it is the only activity I do, and I like it. Can't be allowed on the latter reason alone I would think. Even foods that taste pleasant get denatured for their flavors over time. Or, as I suspect, one's flavor sensing neural impulses are defeated so that there is no sensation in the part of the brain that senses pleasure.

No other ambitions are getting done around here; the job searching initiatives have been sucked down, the email is getting rare, and even yesterday's highly noise and plasma stalked efforts related to Oracle Education and thier certification programs has been sabotaged by supplied incorrect email addresses and then a email survey that asks who I was dealing with but doesn't tell me that in the email. And could it be all about speaking with E. Indians on the phone and seeing their names in a list? Could be, as it seems that anytime I get foreign sounding names from spam email senders I get noisestalked each time I delete them from my inbox without benefit of opening them. There is something the perps like about making me see any kind of foreign name, no matter what race it may be associated with.

So, what to do today, now that it has been cleared of activities. Regular readers will know that my tormentors like to keep me in a state of aimlessness, having done this before with the cooperation of former employers, so it isn't new. The good thing is that there is always something that materializes; a planted thought comes to mind that may take up a few hours of investigational web surfing. Though, today, they don't want me to read very much as they insert vision fucking games if my reading goes for more than a minute or so; plasma, masers, and direct vision manipulations are just three methods, and I suspect there is more, perhaps even the aforementioned irradiative methods.

1525h
And there was something to do, doing my income tax online and submitting it for payment. The last twice tax preparation activities have been sabotaged, and this wasn't any different. They added an extra zero to make it look like I earned $120,000, and that had to be fixed of course. Then they fucked the save file command and at first I didn't know if it did get saved, but eventually found a versioned copy in C:temp. Then they lost my tax file access number, which entailed a delay of a few days last year to retireve it, but fortuneately it could be recovered online. Then they fucked me into thinking I had to pay for the service when us po' folk get the service free, and that took a few minutes to sort out.Then the printing took forever, and finally I was allowed to submit it successfully no less, something I hadn't expected owing to the file saving fuckery. Compared to last year, it was relatively painless, but I am still stiffed for $310 in tax payments, even if I did ask the disability people to take the tax off, they didn't for two more months. I earned a little extra at the farm job this summer, and they likely didn't take enough off. Anyhow, it amounts to nearly the same required payment as last year, $300 that I don't have even with tax payments of $150. Seems like daffodil bulb picking is going to happen again this summer just to get me out of the hole again. And if weren't for this dysthymic suckdown the perps are putting me through, I would do the daffodil flower picking starting this month. This is life in the poor lane, though by some TI standards, I am doing OK.

2100h
I did my car dealership cleaning job tonight, and I was mostly by myself and cleaning the boss man's side, as he was sick today. But not too bad that he didn't come around and check on me, or more like, gangstalking me. There will be someone else to the part of the business that I regularly clean. All very sudden, but the reality is that he was grooming me on pieces of it for the past three weeks. And I did find plenty of extra places to clean, walls were an example. I wonder if he will catch any flack over it, the assistant outdoing the boss on his own turf. Though the real issue is that it is a 1.5 hour job at least, and he only pays for one hour. It took me two hours tonight, and I still didn't get as much coverage as I liked.

I had my red force out afterward, when stopping by at the local supermarket after departing the car dealership. At least 20 young people in blue and red jackets, as if part of a team and coming back from a workout where many of them seemed to have showered afterward as their hair was still wet. I thought that I had left them behind when I quickly headed to the checkout, but lo, there were at least three of them ahead of me and and intervening dude in a two tone grey top, but with at least two red bottles of Gatorade and a red Ritz cracker box on the conveyor. I got my dudes lining up, with and without the grey reference jacket in alignment, and its just like always, these color games that go on, and "stacking" them in file with orchestrated insertions and deletions as if to measure each of them and then subsets separately. But I would have to say there was less gangstalkers out tonight for whatever reason, perhaps they know my beat after two months on the cleaning job.

And more skateboarding gangstalkers these days, sometimes with two each, one to ride and one to carry. I suspect the carborundum treads are a significant energy source for interference with my energies so they can detect the results in some way. I have heard of quartz and tourmaline giving off beneficial energies.

2315h
Time to call this done after a few hours of bookmarking interesting music from Stereophile; that is as close to music that I can get in these constrained times. The usual games of having my mouse pointer act up, grab an extra blank, truncate the first letter off a name and the senseless intrusion of Windows selecte, copy, paste activity. This has been consistent since early in the harassment, and continues for some 40,000 bookmarks since then. Bookmarking interesting films, books, music and other interests has been an abiding activity where my tormentors make sure to test every last detail, move of the mouse, addition of characters and all combinations and permutations that only they can devise. And other surrogates also of interest to the perps are identifying Wish List items on Amazon and Powells Books. I have at least 1,200 books in my Amazon Wish List, a cummulative exercise in absurdity, albeit that it reflects my interests, much of it now related to covert doings similar to what I experience.