06-28-2017
A power failure after putting all the soup ingredients together in a pot on the stove. Maybe the soup was on for a minute or two, but it was not mixed up yet, nor blended which is what I usually do to get a puree type of soup. Why the Psychopaths needed to pull a power failure at this juncture I don't know, but they do love to mess with me when mixing foods. So perhaps this was an extended "hold" before it all went in the blender and got truly mixed. But also, the perps have a bizarre need to name-drop "soup" all the time, so maybe this was more of their silly games over this particular subject.
For some 30 min. it all sat there while I read about extra-terrestrial contact between the US Navy and the Nordics, as well as the competing alliance between the Reptilians and the USAF, CIA etc. Apparently, the FBI also aligns with the Nordics. It is well documented in the book "The US Navy's Secret Space Program and Nordic Extraterrestrial Alliance" by Michael Salla. He of Exopolitics, who expect/hope that the US government will publicly declare the existence of these associations. Dream on; its been nothing but subterfuge and deceit for a very long time, so why would it change? Even President Trump is touted as a breaker of this log jam, though I doubt it very much. He looks so very Reptilian himself, even as keeper of the governmental gong show that is unfolding of late. Didn't someone tell him that the Russians are aligned with the Nordics?
Back to Dullsville; tucking in the vineyard today, and it was forecast to be a all-day sunny day, but lo, if a rain storm didn't come down the valley at about 1400h, and send us running from the bottom of the vineyard uphill, to our vehicles to close their windows. Then to don a rain coat as the rain kept up, and then it got cooler later in the afternoon. And run I couldn't; just no gas, so I suppose my ferritin is down again after it got boosted with an IV in 09-2016.
And I see that someone entered my place in my absence today, and moved the slider on the switch for the overhead lights that I installed in 01-2017. Or else there was some other peculiar and unconventional method they used. This follows from three days ago when someone entered my vehicle, searched through the glove box, door pockets and other stowage nooks, seemingly to be looking for something valuable. Almost unbelievably, they overlooked the ashtray-like stowage at the base of the center console and missed some $5 in coins I keep there. Are the perps really that obvious, or do they send in an utter bozo in their place? Don't know, don't care, just leave me and my vehicle the fuck alone.
6-30-2017
Friday, and it was warm, about 30C in the vineyard. All day tucking shoots into the trellis wires. The arrangement was that I worked with the NZ woman for two hours, then the Difficult Dick, and then the NZ woman in the afternoon with the Difficult Dick hovering around in behind me. Why he didn't go to the other end of the row and work with his uncommunicative co-worker is beyond me. So yet again, this alternating arrangement for me to work with a woman, then a man, and then the same woman again. Haven't we done these same games at the checkout so many countless times? They are putting on more males at cashiers of late, a break in the long standing practice of female only.
One worker left for the long weekend yesterday, and another had to take the afternoon off to move his belongings. Just two pairs working the tucking today. But at least I had someone to talk to in the form of the NZ woman. The Difficult Dick can have his terse moods at times.
07-01-2017
Canada is 150 years old today, though I don't feel like celebrating knowing that it is a police state in disguise given my experiences. All that started a little over 15 years ago, in Seattle USA, but the Canadians are also full measure in keeping up this relentless abuse and gangstalking. I was driven into hospital at gunpoint, force given drugs that depleted my dopamine and made me substantially worse, and kept there for 5 fucking months. Meanwhile, the operatives, in the guise of patients, were stalking my ass around every corner and especially at the elevator and at meal times. And if you think I had any direct part in it, think again, or else read my Essential Introductory Postings for a primer (one page version) on what it is like to be kept as a nonconsensual human experimentation victim. Yes, one's world turns upside down when doctors are criminals and the police violate the law on behalf of the Psychopathic Confederacy. Slowly one begins to see patterns and suspects that so very much more in the world seems orchestrated and arranged. Anyhow, it is all a bummer story, and I will leave it at that.
A work get-together in the evening at the vineyard, for tasting room staff to meet the vineyard staff, and the owners were there too. The owners are people of significant influence; they have had a premier and a prime minister come by. Two of the tasting room staff didn't introduce themselves so I have no idea what their names are, both young, female and cute coincidentally. Only three of us vineyard grunts showed up; two are coupled and SO's weren't invited and one is away for the long weekend. The crew boss man came for a while, as did the tractor driver. One by one these folks left the party, and I remained the only vineyard person with the tasting room staff and the owners. Then a SO woman came with horrendous tattoos on her L arm, and lo, if she didn't sit down at my table with her L arm facing me. We chatted for a while, and the owner came too and joined the conversation. All was well and amiable.
At one point in the party, the owner (male) made a 25 minute presentation on the history of property and his intentions as to what he is attempting to achieve in winemaking. All the while these blackish maser dots and patterns floated around his head or else dropped between me and him. It was getting very distracting, trying to look at him and these blackish dots and wispy filamentous trails were around him. No doubt everyone else saw them too, but didn't say anything of course. This guy is a serious high achiever and a very personable one, so why he became my "maser mate" I have no idea. I am attracted to high achievers and movers and shakers, but only ethical ones, and he has my utmost respect, if not admiration. Whether this fits some perp experimental progression, I have no idea. Interestingly, my employers of the last two years were also high achievers, also ethical ones, but were rather impersonable. Don't ask me how all this fits the perp plan, but it is interesting the perps love me to meet business owners, building landlords etc.
In all of the banter of the party, it was clear there were a few planned topics; cancer and prostate cancer (which I have, but wasn't revealed to anyone there so theoretically they don't know I have it), some friends who have died recently etc. The meal was pizza, and lo, if I didn't "forget" that I should not be eating cheese on my current medication, and lo, if I didn't "forget" that I avoid gluten based foods, i.e. the pizza crust. All went well and I did nothing to distinguish myself and was the perfect guest as far as I know.
07-02-2017
And lo, if I didn't wake up clogged and fogged and very sinus congested. Only after a half hour of waking time was I allowed to associate my condition with last night's pizza dinner. I have the experience to figure this out right away, but all my normal faculties are so messed with that my new normal is plain abnormal.
I worked this Sunday at the weekend job site all by myself, as it is a post-Canada Day "recovery" day. It was hot out, and I am still tired this evening. I am still getting bombarded with notions of going to LL for proton beam therapy, despite the fact that I don't have anything like the needed funds, some $86k. Why I get stiffed with undoable notions for 10 months, all related to making such a trip and getting such treatment I have no idea, but pummeling me with planted thoughts is nothing new.
Anyhow, time to post this for the inter-web and call it a night.
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Sunday, July 02, 2017
Monday, December 12, 2016
Continuing Cold Days
12-05-2016
Monday, and continuing cold weather, about 2C, and below freezing in the morning. Overnight lows will be about -8C. Tomorrow night it will be even colder, and the ice wine picking will commence. I am short listed, per phone call, so we shall see what it is like to work overnight and then work at this vine cutting job the following day time. The perps do like to test me like this, having me work two consecutive shifts as it were, and too, changing up the lighting conditions, i.e., dark to daylight, is also a big deal for them. And too, the number of gangstalkers who precede or follow me with frozen goods at the supermarket checkouts hasn't gone unnoticed these past 14.5 years of this insane abuse-athon.
My commuter colleague, this time on driving duty somehow lost his vehicle keys after lunch. One guy goes to where we last worked, and somehow, they recalled where he was just after lunch. Meanwhile, I was sent (per mind fuck, but getting the post-lunch row numbers wrong along with any recall of landmarks), down the wrong row to look. And by dint of some miracle, har, har, in the dimming light (at 1620h), he found his keys. Presumably it was to send at least two of us in the wrong direction for 10 minutes or so. Straight out of the perp forced fuckover game book.
And at lunch time, and assembling ourselves in the parking lot to get ready for the afternoon's work, the vineyard and winery owner drive by. I cannot understand why this person and spouse, had to drive by and then come back within two minutes, never getting out of their vehicle even. The crew boss said "that is the owner", just to make sure I knew, and every one else of course. And what is it about property or business owners who are instructed to gangstalk in some some way? I cannot figure that out, apart from some kind of psychic "vibe" about larger entity ownership that is expected to be remotely detected in me. For that matter, any ownership, even objects that arrive in the mail. And it does make me wonder if the tyranny and tragedy of Soviet collectivisation from the 1930's to the 1980's wasn't part of the perps' objectives/psychopathic lunacy.
Hot yoga, and shirtless dude act again, about the first time that a dude is class actually can do yoga. Said dude "happened" to situate himself in my usual spot. Funny how that happens, and happens, in rotation. Save the tall and lithe instructor and one other, why were all the other 12 women so overweight? And why do they need to stand in front of me before and after class, bent over asses facing me? Not only surrounding me, but blocking my view, another time honored perp stunt.
And additional "feature" of yoga was a terrible tatt act; a couple in fact with gruesome tattoos down their arms. As always, they could of covered up these gross disfigurations, but no, it seems the perps just love me to see this disgusting visage as much as they can.
12-05-2016
A day off..; the boss man said it would be too windy. Turns out, it isn't. On another front, It was indicated that ice wine picking would be tonight, but I got a text to say that it would be tomorrow, even if is cold enough (-11C). I got my deep cold clothing out, and so it will sit on the floor for an extra day. Who knows what these imponderable delays are about; even having things sit around on the floor or somewhere they don't ordinarily reside for an extra day or so. The perps just love it when I move my supplements around on the counter, say, moving them 12" away to signify that I have taken them from the bottle.
Reading about Parkinson's Disease, and the interesting lead about abnormal brain proteins, specific to Alzheimer, CJD and Parkinsons Disease, named alpha-synuclien. And one of the leading researchers got murdered in a professional hit, no witnesses. Hmm, was he on the right track and did someone need to terminate this promising research? As it "happens", the coincidence meter went off the scale, as a UK researcher also was killed in a car accident. Anyhow, more of a read here at Whale.
12-08-2016
Stood up for ice wine picking; it was cold enough, but didn't get the call. And cold for the last three days of outside work, cutting, pulling and stacking vine canes needed for propagation purposes. More next week too....
I finally recieved, after a week's inexplicable wait more than normal shipping times, a ski jacket that proved to be very warm today. That and my Minus 100 boots, and all except my finger tips were warm.
12-09-2016
Continuing cold, -9C all day. The difference was that 3" of snow arrived overnight, and was on the highways and in the vineyard. Thankfully the wind was absent. Again, my finger tips were freezing, meaning terribly sensitive to the cold, though this lapsed by 0930h. Pulling vines most of the day; no diversions from cutting, bundling or loading.
12-10-2016
Some -10C this Saturday morning, with a fresh 2" of snow outside, and on my vehicle, there for sweeping off etc. All very fluffy snow with a deep sparkly tone. More vine cutting and cane collecting, this time at a third site, relatively free from the wind. The sun came up for a few hours at 0900h, and by 1030h the clouds intervened to then cool the warming trend. An arctic front apparently, and this cycle of flurries and cold temperatures is forecast for another month for crissakes.
After weeks of delay, I am finally allowed to apply for unemployment benefits online. I go to the page and lo, the system is shut down for maintenance. Same deal yesterday; I get the notion (read, mind controlled planted notion) to purchase two sand bags to weigh down the rear end of my vehicle in these on-off snow conditions at my usual gasoline station, and lo, if they didn't have the traffic lined up 10 or so ahead, and when I finally made it there, why, a B-train gasoline delivery tanker was occupying the station. So I go to the nearby other gasoline station that I never have been to, and lo, all the pump parking was taken up, so I parked further away. I get inside and four dudes were ahead of me with the usual bantering with the cashier to hold me up. I then had to lug these heavier-than-expected sand bags (40lb each) 60' to where my car was. And as usual, a plethora of headlights was trained on me or coming and going while getting stiffed with this extended task. Then a 20 long train of traffic to obstruct me getting out of the driveway of the gasoline station, all head lighted in the dim 1630h light. All over purchasing and loading sandbags for crissaskes. Though, the perps do have an intense interest in soils, their colors and provenance. It just wasn't enough that my father was a geologist, from coal (and coal mines) to petroleum to mountain tops.
And what is it about the gangstalking assholes, this time at work, that they need to stand over where I am. In the cold, we were allowed to have the morning coffee break in the winery, and we were standing in a circle with the coffee and cookies on the floor in the center. Some had got their earlier, and I was later. I was standing in the circle for a few minutes, taking in the banter. I put down my lunch kit on the floor, go over to the coffee and pour it while squatting, and I look up, and the Quebequois Fuckwit had quietly moved some 6' over and was standing in my spot. Note that he was already comfortably in place, and had absolutely no need to move and stand in my spot. Once finished pouring my coffee and selecting a cookie, I stared hard at the fucker, wondering what passed through his head to do something so unnecessarily affrontive, but in keeping with long observed perp managed behavior, he was doing the oblivious act. WTF; why are so many fuckers going out of their way to be so strangely rude to stand where I was, especially when it is so uncalled for? And why did this particular behavior start up with such frequency since 04-2002? Cannot I be allowed to return to a place I once stood when it was vacated for all of 30 seconds, and when everyone was standing around, save this one fucker? Apparently not in this intensely choreographed hellish existence I have been cast into?
12-11-2016
Cold, -8C, all day today. And in keeping with the previous two nights, there was another 2"
of snow in the night. All to have me clear it off my path (on the lawn) to the gate. The snow was wind blown in the night, so it had only to be cleared from the rear window. All in keeping with the ongoing perp games of having me clean, (or not), snow and rain off my windshield and with what device, e.g. windshield wipers, plastic scraper or plastic bristled whisk. All too exciting for them; studying the energetic parameters of glass, and what it is treated with, and of course, what that confers to me (in some way) when I look through said glass. Not to mention that automotive windshield glass has a plastic film lamination inside of it to prevent it shattering in the case of an accident. Just more fun and games for them.
Cutting and pulling vines today, out last day of the project. A nice touch was that we had pizza supplied for lunch on this last day. It was all guys today, eight of us; even the project leaders wife couldn't make it due to some transient health issues (apparently).
Enough to call this done for the past week.
Monday, and continuing cold weather, about 2C, and below freezing in the morning. Overnight lows will be about -8C. Tomorrow night it will be even colder, and the ice wine picking will commence. I am short listed, per phone call, so we shall see what it is like to work overnight and then work at this vine cutting job the following day time. The perps do like to test me like this, having me work two consecutive shifts as it were, and too, changing up the lighting conditions, i.e., dark to daylight, is also a big deal for them. And too, the number of gangstalkers who precede or follow me with frozen goods at the supermarket checkouts hasn't gone unnoticed these past 14.5 years of this insane abuse-athon.
My commuter colleague, this time on driving duty somehow lost his vehicle keys after lunch. One guy goes to where we last worked, and somehow, they recalled where he was just after lunch. Meanwhile, I was sent (per mind fuck, but getting the post-lunch row numbers wrong along with any recall of landmarks), down the wrong row to look. And by dint of some miracle, har, har, in the dimming light (at 1620h), he found his keys. Presumably it was to send at least two of us in the wrong direction for 10 minutes or so. Straight out of the perp forced fuckover game book.
And at lunch time, and assembling ourselves in the parking lot to get ready for the afternoon's work, the vineyard and winery owner drive by. I cannot understand why this person and spouse, had to drive by and then come back within two minutes, never getting out of their vehicle even. The crew boss said "that is the owner", just to make sure I knew, and every one else of course. And what is it about property or business owners who are instructed to gangstalk in some some way? I cannot figure that out, apart from some kind of psychic "vibe" about larger entity ownership that is expected to be remotely detected in me. For that matter, any ownership, even objects that arrive in the mail. And it does make me wonder if the tyranny and tragedy of Soviet collectivisation from the 1930's to the 1980's wasn't part of the perps' objectives/psychopathic lunacy.
Hot yoga, and shirtless dude act again, about the first time that a dude is class actually can do yoga. Said dude "happened" to situate himself in my usual spot. Funny how that happens, and happens, in rotation. Save the tall and lithe instructor and one other, why were all the other 12 women so overweight? And why do they need to stand in front of me before and after class, bent over asses facing me? Not only surrounding me, but blocking my view, another time honored perp stunt.
And additional "feature" of yoga was a terrible tatt act; a couple in fact with gruesome tattoos down their arms. As always, they could of covered up these gross disfigurations, but no, it seems the perps just love me to see this disgusting visage as much as they can.
12-05-2016
A day off..; the boss man said it would be too windy. Turns out, it isn't. On another front, It was indicated that ice wine picking would be tonight, but I got a text to say that it would be tomorrow, even if is cold enough (-11C). I got my deep cold clothing out, and so it will sit on the floor for an extra day. Who knows what these imponderable delays are about; even having things sit around on the floor or somewhere they don't ordinarily reside for an extra day or so. The perps just love it when I move my supplements around on the counter, say, moving them 12" away to signify that I have taken them from the bottle.
Reading about Parkinson's Disease, and the interesting lead about abnormal brain proteins, specific to Alzheimer, CJD and Parkinsons Disease, named alpha-synuclien. And one of the leading researchers got murdered in a professional hit, no witnesses. Hmm, was he on the right track and did someone need to terminate this promising research? As it "happens", the coincidence meter went off the scale, as a UK researcher also was killed in a car accident. Anyhow, more of a read here at Whale.
12-08-2016
Stood up for ice wine picking; it was cold enough, but didn't get the call. And cold for the last three days of outside work, cutting, pulling and stacking vine canes needed for propagation purposes. More next week too....
I finally recieved, after a week's inexplicable wait more than normal shipping times, a ski jacket that proved to be very warm today. That and my Minus 100 boots, and all except my finger tips were warm.
12-09-2016
Continuing cold, -9C all day. The difference was that 3" of snow arrived overnight, and was on the highways and in the vineyard. Thankfully the wind was absent. Again, my finger tips were freezing, meaning terribly sensitive to the cold, though this lapsed by 0930h. Pulling vines most of the day; no diversions from cutting, bundling or loading.
12-10-2016
Some -10C this Saturday morning, with a fresh 2" of snow outside, and on my vehicle, there for sweeping off etc. All very fluffy snow with a deep sparkly tone. More vine cutting and cane collecting, this time at a third site, relatively free from the wind. The sun came up for a few hours at 0900h, and by 1030h the clouds intervened to then cool the warming trend. An arctic front apparently, and this cycle of flurries and cold temperatures is forecast for another month for crissakes.
After weeks of delay, I am finally allowed to apply for unemployment benefits online. I go to the page and lo, the system is shut down for maintenance. Same deal yesterday; I get the notion (read, mind controlled planted notion) to purchase two sand bags to weigh down the rear end of my vehicle in these on-off snow conditions at my usual gasoline station, and lo, if they didn't have the traffic lined up 10 or so ahead, and when I finally made it there, why, a B-train gasoline delivery tanker was occupying the station. So I go to the nearby other gasoline station that I never have been to, and lo, all the pump parking was taken up, so I parked further away. I get inside and four dudes were ahead of me with the usual bantering with the cashier to hold me up. I then had to lug these heavier-than-expected sand bags (40lb each) 60' to where my car was. And as usual, a plethora of headlights was trained on me or coming and going while getting stiffed with this extended task. Then a 20 long train of traffic to obstruct me getting out of the driveway of the gasoline station, all head lighted in the dim 1630h light. All over purchasing and loading sandbags for crissaskes. Though, the perps do have an intense interest in soils, their colors and provenance. It just wasn't enough that my father was a geologist, from coal (and coal mines) to petroleum to mountain tops.
And what is it about the gangstalking assholes, this time at work, that they need to stand over where I am. In the cold, we were allowed to have the morning coffee break in the winery, and we were standing in a circle with the coffee and cookies on the floor in the center. Some had got their earlier, and I was later. I was standing in the circle for a few minutes, taking in the banter. I put down my lunch kit on the floor, go over to the coffee and pour it while squatting, and I look up, and the Quebequois Fuckwit had quietly moved some 6' over and was standing in my spot. Note that he was already comfortably in place, and had absolutely no need to move and stand in my spot. Once finished pouring my coffee and selecting a cookie, I stared hard at the fucker, wondering what passed through his head to do something so unnecessarily affrontive, but in keeping with long observed perp managed behavior, he was doing the oblivious act. WTF; why are so many fuckers going out of their way to be so strangely rude to stand where I was, especially when it is so uncalled for? And why did this particular behavior start up with such frequency since 04-2002? Cannot I be allowed to return to a place I once stood when it was vacated for all of 30 seconds, and when everyone was standing around, save this one fucker? Apparently not in this intensely choreographed hellish existence I have been cast into?
12-11-2016
Cold, -8C, all day today. And in keeping with the previous two nights, there was another 2"
of snow in the night. All to have me clear it off my path (on the lawn) to the gate. The snow was wind blown in the night, so it had only to be cleared from the rear window. All in keeping with the ongoing perp games of having me clean, (or not), snow and rain off my windshield and with what device, e.g. windshield wipers, plastic scraper or plastic bristled whisk. All too exciting for them; studying the energetic parameters of glass, and what it is treated with, and of course, what that confers to me (in some way) when I look through said glass. Not to mention that automotive windshield glass has a plastic film lamination inside of it to prevent it shattering in the case of an accident. Just more fun and games for them.
Cutting and pulling vines today, out last day of the project. A nice touch was that we had pizza supplied for lunch on this last day. It was all guys today, eight of us; even the project leaders wife couldn't make it due to some transient health issues (apparently).
Enough to call this done for the past week.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Flight Time
12-11-2012
Yesterday evening, the fourth passenger aircraft trip this year to the Gangstalk Capital of Canada, and as regular readers will know, these are the first in some nine years of being beaten down by the Psychopathic World Order, or "Thems" or Fourth Reich. TI's have their own vocabulary for dealing with an undeclared hostile entity every moment of their existence, though I try not to get too far into TI-speak. But they do like to noisestalk me or otherwise create a disturbance anytime I think or type their name. More often now, they are flashing plasma beams, lights or having the grey fuzzy balls flit about, usually two of the latter in formation. Today, while driving the First Feral Family vehicle, and approaching a green light, and the instant I decided I was going to proceed and not prepare to stop (for a yellow light), they flashed a red plasma light in red, the same size of the green traffic light, displacing it to the R and down at the horizontal level of the bottom of the traffic light.
And it is always a big deal for the perps after I take a aircraft flight, as today they had me in for dental cleaning and doing driving for my mother, as she had coincidental eye treatments such that I drove her to her appointment, did shopping at the regular downtown Victoria supermarket, went to my dental appointment and then drove back to collect my perp-abetting mother. Yes, it is back to visiting the First Feral Family again, always a big moment for the perps, and all the more so that I just visiting the Gangstalk Capital of Canada. So much so, they had another professional screw up my intended appointment time for tomorrow, to have it later this afternoon. Yes, more appointment time screw ups, and too, blanking me out as to recalling my next one what/wherever it is. Another dental appointment in two days, and between them, that should drain me of $500.
And the re-visiting occasion at the downtown supermarket was so special they had the scanner not able to read the bar code, and had a dude do a price check, all to eventually return without the item and he "thought" that it was a "put back" as he called it. I said forget it, and when I came back to pick my mother up, I went to purchase the same item, and lo, if it couldn't be scanned, and another dude was onto price checking. The cashiers wouldn't take my word for it that it was $9.99 each time, but as they didn't know me, I can accept that. This is the same downtown supermarket I frequented some six years, and given the intense attention I get over food purchases, financial transactions, the color of everything and the constant freak show that is arranged around me, one can be sure this was a big deal for the Thems.
I had my teeth cleaning this morning by the dental hygienist; attractive, blonde and hovering over me, my biannual blonde girl contact/thrill. And lots of one sided chatter as I couldn't reply back with my mouth open of course, but that is OK. The perps do like to arrange one sided dialog with me, while I am actively processing the content and attempting to map into a coherent whole. With three new dental products to consider and their new requirements, I was indeed challenged as to how to introduce them into my present regimen. The perps have caused my gums to substantially recede which then incurs more products to deal with exposed root sensitivity and the rest of the dental contingencies.
And a more outrageous blatant example of being gangstalked too; an empty coffee shop except for me and a male mofo Fuckwit comes over to the next table, and places his backpack next to me. Like WTF; a welcome back to the Gangstalking and Abuse Capital of Canada it would seem. I swallowed down my remaining coffee and skedaddled. Which set me up for the dental hygienist visitation, having my teeth just "browned" by coffee, and then 15 minutes later taking X-rays of them. Exciting times in perpland to be sure.
12-12-2012
A second dental appointment, building up the inside of my top eye teeth for whatever reason. The dentist sprang it on me earlier this year when normally she tells me the story. But as I had to get another crown chip smoothed, and I was in two days ago for teeth cleaning, so the "need" of plastering dental plastic on two of my teeth must proceed. All $571 worth, another serious budget hit as I am not working this month. And a burst of three dudes, one in the ubiquitous hikey-bikey yellow cycling jacket as I came to the dental office assistant's counter. After that, more stalking culls on my way to the vehicle, one attempting to do the R side pass, coming straight at me. Then to the health food store I once frequently patronized when living here, and lo, if there weren't more dudes doing loiter-stalking, making out doing deliveries. Then to the local LD, and in a most strange interaction, this ridiculous floppy-walking male, and apparent staff member, comes at me and asks if I am finding what I am looking for. As I don't know the store layout at this one, I asked him where the chocolate was, and after ditzing around he points me to the correct aisle. In the ten+ years of this insane gangstalking and patronizing the LD chain, and observing staff doing their stocking cart stalking, criss-crossing my path and all the rest of the gangstalking choreography, never once have any of them asked me what I was looking for. And today, I get this goof who seemingly picks me at random. I get to the Milka chocolate, and another two dudes are doing the faux shopping thing, walking ahead and looking sideways, (extended bendovers being another signature stalker trait), and lo, if by some unconventional means the chocolate bars don't burst out of my hand by themselves. So, fuck that, and I purchased what I had from elsewhere in the store and went to the checkout. But why are these aimless dudes clustering around and have no seeming day job?
And yesterday's cross town trip in the afternoon, about 1.5 hours after having a single chocolate bar, turned out to be bumper-to-bumber vehicular gangstalking for over 45 min. at 1500h in the afternoon. I had the army on my tail for 35 minutes driving through residential areas, and they even put on an EH-101 helicopter (yellow) from the Coast Guard, also seen earlier in the day flying over the First Feral Family house, and doing extended buzzing around for no seeming purpose. And suddenly at 1700h my farmer colleague needs me to go, and lo, if there wasn't even more vehicular traffic backed up in the just dimmed light. The perps love those dusk onset times, especially to run red vehicles ahead, behind, split apart, and in an astonishing piece of idiotic driving, they put two same red colored side by side vehicles, making a left turn in concentric formation, coming from my left to get in fronty of me, when there was only a single lane. That takes deliberate coordination as I have always seen one driver getting totally freaked out by a tailing vehicle irregularly inserted next to them while moving with no designated lane.
And in about four hours at 1800h, only 30 min. later than yesterday's 1730h run, though in the opposite direction, I get to meet my farmworker colleague again for a soup night with other friends. Why am I put through these gaming events all the time? This is the same dip-shit who told me "at least I will have privacy" in my new residence location in a phone conversation last week. Just leave me the fuck alone and go rape and fuck with your own operatives.
And don't go shooting any more innocents in malls; I haven't been to Clackamas Mall near Portland OR since about 1995 or so, and I would not want to be so aggrandizing as to assume that misfortune and fatalities always follows me, but I find it most odd that a relative unknown with no criminal history or gun ownership, goes into a mall with a white goalie mask (white plastic, hmmm) and a military rifle, announces to someone that he is "the shooter" and shoots three shoppers, two of them dead. Then he runs off and does himself in. And it would of been a lot worse if his stolen AR-15 rifle hadn't jammed, and if there is a perp involvement tip off, that would be it. They routinely fuck with objects by remote means all around me, and I can personally attest that they can remotely jam guns. Way back in 1972 for a summer army reserve employment, they did just that in a training room with us each with an FN-1 in hand during classroom training. With no ammunition, everyone could pull the breech block back except for me as it had somehow stuck; the corporal starts to ream my ass as I was exerting a whole lot of force on it and then it suddenly released. No one else of 40 of us had any such problem at that time or any other, except for me. Funny how that happens.
An hour of plant pruning before and after lunch today, with the extra-yappy dog starting up again. Said dog had an unerring knack of starting a yap session just as I was cutting the branch with the pruners. Then after the dog finally gave up, the aircraft course overhead in greater numbers, and then the hot-rod muffler noise starts up to finish the session, with the rain coming on.
12-14-2012
1600h
And I see we have another tragic, even horrific, school shooting incident today in Newtown CT elementary school. It is almost predictable that they "happen" at the beginning and end of terms. I did not know about this until a few minutes ago, and as it occurred 0930h EST, three hours earlier than here, that would of made it 0630h. No radio on at the First Feral Family house, and nothing on all those TV screens at the TV store I visited for 30 minutes at 1430h.
More pruning today on this sunny and warm day, following yesterday afternoon's deluge upon my pruned branches still remaining on the backyard lawn. My gardening activities are getting protracted by way of adverse weather onset or else my perp abetting mother's driving requests.
I was severely pissed yesterday when they pulled a stunt, augmented by my mother's subsequent extra dithering just when urgency was called for, just to make me 30 minutes late two days in succession in visiting the same farmworker colleague. Yesterday it was an evening trip, and sure enough, they had me eat some chocolate before I set off, all to have for the first time in over ten years, a deep brown metallic colored gangstalking vehicle in front of me for some 5 minutes of tail-me time. The perps will go silly in introducing red colored vehicles around me in the dark, but never brown, save for the odd tan metallic finished, a hue very close to their much loved silver-grey tone.
Anyhow, I suddenly had to drive my mother to a local function, just one way, return back to the First Feral Family house, wolf down a pork chop in tomato sauce with some green kale, and then depart. I had it all timed for me to leave on time and get fed, and the ex called to say she couldn't pick up my mother. And when I get to my farmworker colleague's place it was for soup, and lo, if it wasn't tomato based soup with kale chunks in it. That she also put on her short sleeve shirt to show off the majority of her arm skin covered in red psoriasis lesions surely wasn't a coincidence. And her ponytail-male platonic pal was there, but he seems OK apart from the irregular hairdo.
No helicopters and army vehicles tailing me last night, unlike the daytime before, but instead, the petroleum products tankers out at 1800h (heating fuel) and my erstwhile long-time corporate gasoline products gangstalker/supplier was out at 2200h for crissakes. That same outfit would arrange to be on my route on Sunday evenings nearly every week in the 2003 to 2006 vehicle ownership years before they arranged impoverishment to have the Volvo 245 removed from my possession.
More driving my mother into downtown, and then getting cluster fucked/gangstalked while trying on new hiking boots. It is such a big deal for the perps to put on the intensified idiot gangstalker show while I am removing, or trying new footwear on in public. No wonder they keep teasing me for weeks about a pair of hiking boots that seem to be the right ones at this particular discount web site by putting them in this email deal flyer every other day but don't add the extra discount. I had never seen this site do this before, selectively discounting items in an email flyer when the entire selection is discounted. Absurd; but as I need new hiking boots because the extant ones somehow "stretched" a full size bigger even if custom sized 23 years ago, this has now become a long running game. Thanks a bunch; they fuck me out of needed footwear and then fuck me around with online discount teases that mysteriously violate the years' long prior format of all electronic flyer items being discounted. Not to mention how my feet somehow changed from size 9.5 to 10 over that time span, (maybe that is normal though it would be news to me) and said stretched boots, originally a custom made size 9.5 are now size 11. Go figure. All this intense insanity over my hiking boots, though I use them for all my vineyard and farmwork jobs.
And more shopping skunks; just like six months ago; a small tanning salon I frequented in this gangstalking city prior to moving in 01-2012 has a particular scentless tanning adjunct product that I cannot get where I now live (smaller town) and cannot get online. And lo, if they aren't out of it again even if they sell large volumes. I had my tail arrive the instant I found I was skunked again. The perps pulled this same skunk stunt at this same tanning salon in the summer, after having a meal with above farmworker colleague in an adjacent restaurant.
And what it with this business dressed Fuckwit male, mid-50's to early 60's, hanging around in the TV and video shop, staring at me while I was speaking with the salesman? These grim well dressed males occasionally come to stand around for no apparent purpose, but rarely to the assholes chose to stare at me, a fleeting glance at best. But this Fuckwit has hanging around waiting for the salesmen I was speaking with. If I get any stares it is nearly always some quasi-deranged Fuckwit. Once I recieved the salesman's business card, he turned out to be the owner/manager no less, another occasion of the business owner getting dispatched to engage with me.
And while downtown, Christmas shopping time and all, why were there such a propensity of Fuckwits/shoppers chosing to come right at me when there was plenty of room on the sidewalk. One blonde woman got in closer using this ruse by looking sideways at the critical juncture to ensure no ambulatory street collision. Just plain berserk as it is consistent.
12-14-2012
My perp-abetting mother "needed" to do the annual near-futility of getting biscuits, as she calls them, at this particular nationwide department store downtown. Like WTF; she "needs" to do this before Christmas for the past six years at least, and every year this department store has less and less food products. And I have told her where to now go and she keeps insisting on going there. I got the certifiable whacko doing the pacing all around within 20' of the checkout or so, and even standing in one location for a while when this sudden eruption of shoppers queued up in front of us, the second store of two where this line-up formation eruption took place.
And the switcheroo with the cashiers again, with my mother doing the paying and me waiting beside me, and the initial babe cashier somehow needed to go elsewhere while my mother was doing the card fumbling act. I "happened" to be next to this gate to the cashiers area, and lo, if they didn't put on a babe to come through beside me followed my a large Asian male. Said male needed to return in a minute to sweep behind me again on his way to become a cashier further along. Like WTF; if someone is assigned to open a new till, why would they depart the cashier area to return a minute later? This insane relentless fucking commotion arranged around me at every public financial transaction I am party to. Then, the babe cashier somehow took longer to come back, and the much larger plain young woman came to take her place and put the items in the shopping bag. Whatever; swapping cashiers in mid-transaction is nothing new since this abusive imposition began in 04-2002, especially if transitioning from a Favorable (babe) to an Unfavorable (male, or fugly human) is nothing new. Though this time it was more like a Favorable to a less Favorable (Neutral maybe) cashier.
Yesterday while at a small specialty running gear store, they had the male owner course by to show me a few things, and two young women at the cash desk. One was blonde and almost attractive except for her very wide disproportionate mouth, the other might have been attractive save for this awful oversized loose curly wig she had on. It was extra obvious and I even checked the hair again when she wasn't looking and it had the characteristic iridescence of cheap artificial hair, like a stage wig that wasn't meant to be looked at closely. So to summarize the arranged freakishness; one normally Favorable member of the sub-population of young blonde slim women, was given a freakish mouth, and the other young slim brunette was in this ridiculous oversized curly wig. That is, two Favorables given Unfavorable features, and me looking at one to the next and attempting to answer how did I deserve this?
And more garden work this afternoon, always a big deal at the First Feral Family house; pruning again, and the perps went and sabotaged the pruners by having the pivot nut just drop off. Like WTF; I had taken them apart last year, cleaned them up and sharpened them, and somehow the pivot bolt had its threads worn down from no use whatsoever such that the main nut couldn't hold on. I rarely see any steel thread wear down, and to have this happen means near daily use with a sloppy fitting nut. But somehow, this set of pruners, which had not been used at all since mid-2011, had its key bolt thread wear down to the point of not being able to hold the mating nut.
And when I finally found a replacement pair of pruners, black steel handled instead of aluminum, why, the next door neighbors came out and started talking, and he eventually resorted to his long time habit of throat clearing. I have been pruning and plant tending off and on for a week now, and they were never out in their backyard, and within two minutes of me resuming with a different pair of pruners, why, they arrive and do their background talking, and then he and his long time throat clearing act. For a throat that never seems to get better, and he isn't a smoker.
Some 30 minutes after that, the Sikorsky S76 helicopter came over, and then another inside of 10 minutes, the latter with the paint scheme of being the air ambulance, not the commercial passenger flight. I moved to another plant to prune it, and lo, a single engine aircraft came in low (400' up) to then do its turns and climbs with all the attendant noise of course.
12-14-2012
After skipping shaving today, a full frontal shave and arms too. This is the three blade razor insert instead of the normal two, and a gree teflon strip as well. No big deal to me, but the shaving interuption stunts have been every other day now, and shaving is always a big deal, especially now that I am visiting this GS town and staying at the FFF house for nearly three weeks.
Every night now, the perps have prevented me from getting sleep for an hour or more, usually two hours. And with this single bed that has subsized sheets that get pulled off me in the night, why, it is just like old times, all these color and fabric combinations they like to mess with as I am in bed.
And of late, these planted wedding and engagement ideations. Another WTF; I have no romantic interests and only an eligible female TI would do. Even my 22 y.o.daughter makes herself scarce and is minimally engaged along with a certain thankfulness about most gifts I give her, birthdays and Christmas. It was last week in the final days of work at the winery/vineyard, and finishing up on discussing the aquistion of test bottles/containers for wine evaluation, that wife of the owning couple mentions containers of a smaller size that could be used for weddings. Whatever, though she said "for your wedding", which seemed to be a syntactical error really to mean a generic instance, but she turned to look at me as she said it, which then made it in a personal context. I said something to the effect of "not much call for that" (meaning I wasn't getting married anytime soon, which she would of known anyhow from our 8 month association), and she didn't say anything to alleviate the potential confusion. We were finishing up on this task, and I asked if we were done, with no kind of reaction to what she said, and went off to do something else. Another WTF; why would she make any inference about me and a wedding when she knew that I had no such plans, even remotely? (Not referencing the arranged and orchestrated existence I am kept in). So many WTF's of late, and for what? What is a better term; confounding illogical and irrational statements and behaviors by others (CIAISABBO)? I will stick with WTF moments, even if the first three letters of that acronym might have salience, though I have come to the conclusion that they are really the conventional physical world arm of the Fourth Reich. Wasn't it Jesse Ventura, a former Navy SEAL, early in his term as governor of Minnesota who met some 30 or so individuals organized in the basement of the state capitol building who introduced themselves but none would state what their mission was when asked? They claimed to be from the CIA, a bogus rationale as they aren't to have any domestic US operations. No news or congressional interest or hearing about that of course.
Time to post this on this very dim and windy Sunday afternoon, keeping the weekly or so format going.
Yesterday evening, the fourth passenger aircraft trip this year to the Gangstalk Capital of Canada, and as regular readers will know, these are the first in some nine years of being beaten down by the Psychopathic World Order, or "Thems" or Fourth Reich. TI's have their own vocabulary for dealing with an undeclared hostile entity every moment of their existence, though I try not to get too far into TI-speak. But they do like to noisestalk me or otherwise create a disturbance anytime I think or type their name. More often now, they are flashing plasma beams, lights or having the grey fuzzy balls flit about, usually two of the latter in formation. Today, while driving the First Feral Family vehicle, and approaching a green light, and the instant I decided I was going to proceed and not prepare to stop (for a yellow light), they flashed a red plasma light in red, the same size of the green traffic light, displacing it to the R and down at the horizontal level of the bottom of the traffic light.
And it is always a big deal for the perps after I take a aircraft flight, as today they had me in for dental cleaning and doing driving for my mother, as she had coincidental eye treatments such that I drove her to her appointment, did shopping at the regular downtown Victoria supermarket, went to my dental appointment and then drove back to collect my perp-abetting mother. Yes, it is back to visiting the First Feral Family again, always a big moment for the perps, and all the more so that I just visiting the Gangstalk Capital of Canada. So much so, they had another professional screw up my intended appointment time for tomorrow, to have it later this afternoon. Yes, more appointment time screw ups, and too, blanking me out as to recalling my next one what/wherever it is. Another dental appointment in two days, and between them, that should drain me of $500.
And the re-visiting occasion at the downtown supermarket was so special they had the scanner not able to read the bar code, and had a dude do a price check, all to eventually return without the item and he "thought" that it was a "put back" as he called it. I said forget it, and when I came back to pick my mother up, I went to purchase the same item, and lo, if it couldn't be scanned, and another dude was onto price checking. The cashiers wouldn't take my word for it that it was $9.99 each time, but as they didn't know me, I can accept that. This is the same downtown supermarket I frequented some six years, and given the intense attention I get over food purchases, financial transactions, the color of everything and the constant freak show that is arranged around me, one can be sure this was a big deal for the Thems.
I had my teeth cleaning this morning by the dental hygienist; attractive, blonde and hovering over me, my biannual blonde girl contact/thrill. And lots of one sided chatter as I couldn't reply back with my mouth open of course, but that is OK. The perps do like to arrange one sided dialog with me, while I am actively processing the content and attempting to map into a coherent whole. With three new dental products to consider and their new requirements, I was indeed challenged as to how to introduce them into my present regimen. The perps have caused my gums to substantially recede which then incurs more products to deal with exposed root sensitivity and the rest of the dental contingencies.
And a more outrageous blatant example of being gangstalked too; an empty coffee shop except for me and a male mofo Fuckwit comes over to the next table, and places his backpack next to me. Like WTF; a welcome back to the Gangstalking and Abuse Capital of Canada it would seem. I swallowed down my remaining coffee and skedaddled. Which set me up for the dental hygienist visitation, having my teeth just "browned" by coffee, and then 15 minutes later taking X-rays of them. Exciting times in perpland to be sure.
12-12-2012
A second dental appointment, building up the inside of my top eye teeth for whatever reason. The dentist sprang it on me earlier this year when normally she tells me the story. But as I had to get another crown chip smoothed, and I was in two days ago for teeth cleaning, so the "need" of plastering dental plastic on two of my teeth must proceed. All $571 worth, another serious budget hit as I am not working this month. And a burst of three dudes, one in the ubiquitous hikey-bikey yellow cycling jacket as I came to the dental office assistant's counter. After that, more stalking culls on my way to the vehicle, one attempting to do the R side pass, coming straight at me. Then to the health food store I once frequently patronized when living here, and lo, if there weren't more dudes doing loiter-stalking, making out doing deliveries. Then to the local LD, and in a most strange interaction, this ridiculous floppy-walking male, and apparent staff member, comes at me and asks if I am finding what I am looking for. As I don't know the store layout at this one, I asked him where the chocolate was, and after ditzing around he points me to the correct aisle. In the ten+ years of this insane gangstalking and patronizing the LD chain, and observing staff doing their stocking cart stalking, criss-crossing my path and all the rest of the gangstalking choreography, never once have any of them asked me what I was looking for. And today, I get this goof who seemingly picks me at random. I get to the Milka chocolate, and another two dudes are doing the faux shopping thing, walking ahead and looking sideways, (extended bendovers being another signature stalker trait), and lo, if by some unconventional means the chocolate bars don't burst out of my hand by themselves. So, fuck that, and I purchased what I had from elsewhere in the store and went to the checkout. But why are these aimless dudes clustering around and have no seeming day job?
And yesterday's cross town trip in the afternoon, about 1.5 hours after having a single chocolate bar, turned out to be bumper-to-bumber vehicular gangstalking for over 45 min. at 1500h in the afternoon. I had the army on my tail for 35 minutes driving through residential areas, and they even put on an EH-101 helicopter (yellow) from the Coast Guard, also seen earlier in the day flying over the First Feral Family house, and doing extended buzzing around for no seeming purpose. And suddenly at 1700h my farmer colleague needs me to go, and lo, if there wasn't even more vehicular traffic backed up in the just dimmed light. The perps love those dusk onset times, especially to run red vehicles ahead, behind, split apart, and in an astonishing piece of idiotic driving, they put two same red colored side by side vehicles, making a left turn in concentric formation, coming from my left to get in fronty of me, when there was only a single lane. That takes deliberate coordination as I have always seen one driver getting totally freaked out by a tailing vehicle irregularly inserted next to them while moving with no designated lane.
And in about four hours at 1800h, only 30 min. later than yesterday's 1730h run, though in the opposite direction, I get to meet my farmworker colleague again for a soup night with other friends. Why am I put through these gaming events all the time? This is the same dip-shit who told me "at least I will have privacy" in my new residence location in a phone conversation last week. Just leave me the fuck alone and go rape and fuck with your own operatives.
And don't go shooting any more innocents in malls; I haven't been to Clackamas Mall near Portland OR since about 1995 or so, and I would not want to be so aggrandizing as to assume that misfortune and fatalities always follows me, but I find it most odd that a relative unknown with no criminal history or gun ownership, goes into a mall with a white goalie mask (white plastic, hmmm) and a military rifle, announces to someone that he is "the shooter" and shoots three shoppers, two of them dead. Then he runs off and does himself in. And it would of been a lot worse if his stolen AR-15 rifle hadn't jammed, and if there is a perp involvement tip off, that would be it. They routinely fuck with objects by remote means all around me, and I can personally attest that they can remotely jam guns. Way back in 1972 for a summer army reserve employment, they did just that in a training room with us each with an FN-1 in hand during classroom training. With no ammunition, everyone could pull the breech block back except for me as it had somehow stuck; the corporal starts to ream my ass as I was exerting a whole lot of force on it and then it suddenly released. No one else of 40 of us had any such problem at that time or any other, except for me. Funny how that happens.
An hour of plant pruning before and after lunch today, with the extra-yappy dog starting up again. Said dog had an unerring knack of starting a yap session just as I was cutting the branch with the pruners. Then after the dog finally gave up, the aircraft course overhead in greater numbers, and then the hot-rod muffler noise starts up to finish the session, with the rain coming on.
12-14-2012
1600h
And I see we have another tragic, even horrific, school shooting incident today in Newtown CT elementary school. It is almost predictable that they "happen" at the beginning and end of terms. I did not know about this until a few minutes ago, and as it occurred 0930h EST, three hours earlier than here, that would of made it 0630h. No radio on at the First Feral Family house, and nothing on all those TV screens at the TV store I visited for 30 minutes at 1430h.
More pruning today on this sunny and warm day, following yesterday afternoon's deluge upon my pruned branches still remaining on the backyard lawn. My gardening activities are getting protracted by way of adverse weather onset or else my perp abetting mother's driving requests.
I was severely pissed yesterday when they pulled a stunt, augmented by my mother's subsequent extra dithering just when urgency was called for, just to make me 30 minutes late two days in succession in visiting the same farmworker colleague. Yesterday it was an evening trip, and sure enough, they had me eat some chocolate before I set off, all to have for the first time in over ten years, a deep brown metallic colored gangstalking vehicle in front of me for some 5 minutes of tail-me time. The perps will go silly in introducing red colored vehicles around me in the dark, but never brown, save for the odd tan metallic finished, a hue very close to their much loved silver-grey tone.
Anyhow, I suddenly had to drive my mother to a local function, just one way, return back to the First Feral Family house, wolf down a pork chop in tomato sauce with some green kale, and then depart. I had it all timed for me to leave on time and get fed, and the ex called to say she couldn't pick up my mother. And when I get to my farmworker colleague's place it was for soup, and lo, if it wasn't tomato based soup with kale chunks in it. That she also put on her short sleeve shirt to show off the majority of her arm skin covered in red psoriasis lesions surely wasn't a coincidence. And her ponytail-male platonic pal was there, but he seems OK apart from the irregular hairdo.
No helicopters and army vehicles tailing me last night, unlike the daytime before, but instead, the petroleum products tankers out at 1800h (heating fuel) and my erstwhile long-time corporate gasoline products gangstalker/supplier was out at 2200h for crissakes. That same outfit would arrange to be on my route on Sunday evenings nearly every week in the 2003 to 2006 vehicle ownership years before they arranged impoverishment to have the Volvo 245 removed from my possession.
More driving my mother into downtown, and then getting cluster fucked/gangstalked while trying on new hiking boots. It is such a big deal for the perps to put on the intensified idiot gangstalker show while I am removing, or trying new footwear on in public. No wonder they keep teasing me for weeks about a pair of hiking boots that seem to be the right ones at this particular discount web site by putting them in this email deal flyer every other day but don't add the extra discount. I had never seen this site do this before, selectively discounting items in an email flyer when the entire selection is discounted. Absurd; but as I need new hiking boots because the extant ones somehow "stretched" a full size bigger even if custom sized 23 years ago, this has now become a long running game. Thanks a bunch; they fuck me out of needed footwear and then fuck me around with online discount teases that mysteriously violate the years' long prior format of all electronic flyer items being discounted. Not to mention how my feet somehow changed from size 9.5 to 10 over that time span, (maybe that is normal though it would be news to me) and said stretched boots, originally a custom made size 9.5 are now size 11. Go figure. All this intense insanity over my hiking boots, though I use them for all my vineyard and farmwork jobs.
And more shopping skunks; just like six months ago; a small tanning salon I frequented in this gangstalking city prior to moving in 01-2012 has a particular scentless tanning adjunct product that I cannot get where I now live (smaller town) and cannot get online. And lo, if they aren't out of it again even if they sell large volumes. I had my tail arrive the instant I found I was skunked again. The perps pulled this same skunk stunt at this same tanning salon in the summer, after having a meal with above farmworker colleague in an adjacent restaurant.
And what it with this business dressed Fuckwit male, mid-50's to early 60's, hanging around in the TV and video shop, staring at me while I was speaking with the salesman? These grim well dressed males occasionally come to stand around for no apparent purpose, but rarely to the assholes chose to stare at me, a fleeting glance at best. But this Fuckwit has hanging around waiting for the salesmen I was speaking with. If I get any stares it is nearly always some quasi-deranged Fuckwit. Once I recieved the salesman's business card, he turned out to be the owner/manager no less, another occasion of the business owner getting dispatched to engage with me.
And while downtown, Christmas shopping time and all, why were there such a propensity of Fuckwits/shoppers chosing to come right at me when there was plenty of room on the sidewalk. One blonde woman got in closer using this ruse by looking sideways at the critical juncture to ensure no ambulatory street collision. Just plain berserk as it is consistent.
12-14-2012
My perp-abetting mother "needed" to do the annual near-futility of getting biscuits, as she calls them, at this particular nationwide department store downtown. Like WTF; she "needs" to do this before Christmas for the past six years at least, and every year this department store has less and less food products. And I have told her where to now go and she keeps insisting on going there. I got the certifiable whacko doing the pacing all around within 20' of the checkout or so, and even standing in one location for a while when this sudden eruption of shoppers queued up in front of us, the second store of two where this line-up formation eruption took place.
And the switcheroo with the cashiers again, with my mother doing the paying and me waiting beside me, and the initial babe cashier somehow needed to go elsewhere while my mother was doing the card fumbling act. I "happened" to be next to this gate to the cashiers area, and lo, if they didn't put on a babe to come through beside me followed my a large Asian male. Said male needed to return in a minute to sweep behind me again on his way to become a cashier further along. Like WTF; if someone is assigned to open a new till, why would they depart the cashier area to return a minute later? This insane relentless fucking commotion arranged around me at every public financial transaction I am party to. Then, the babe cashier somehow took longer to come back, and the much larger plain young woman came to take her place and put the items in the shopping bag. Whatever; swapping cashiers in mid-transaction is nothing new since this abusive imposition began in 04-2002, especially if transitioning from a Favorable (babe) to an Unfavorable (male, or fugly human) is nothing new. Though this time it was more like a Favorable to a less Favorable (Neutral maybe) cashier.
Yesterday while at a small specialty running gear store, they had the male owner course by to show me a few things, and two young women at the cash desk. One was blonde and almost attractive except for her very wide disproportionate mouth, the other might have been attractive save for this awful oversized loose curly wig she had on. It was extra obvious and I even checked the hair again when she wasn't looking and it had the characteristic iridescence of cheap artificial hair, like a stage wig that wasn't meant to be looked at closely. So to summarize the arranged freakishness; one normally Favorable member of the sub-population of young blonde slim women, was given a freakish mouth, and the other young slim brunette was in this ridiculous oversized curly wig. That is, two Favorables given Unfavorable features, and me looking at one to the next and attempting to answer how did I deserve this?
And more garden work this afternoon, always a big deal at the First Feral Family house; pruning again, and the perps went and sabotaged the pruners by having the pivot nut just drop off. Like WTF; I had taken them apart last year, cleaned them up and sharpened them, and somehow the pivot bolt had its threads worn down from no use whatsoever such that the main nut couldn't hold on. I rarely see any steel thread wear down, and to have this happen means near daily use with a sloppy fitting nut. But somehow, this set of pruners, which had not been used at all since mid-2011, had its key bolt thread wear down to the point of not being able to hold the mating nut.
And when I finally found a replacement pair of pruners, black steel handled instead of aluminum, why, the next door neighbors came out and started talking, and he eventually resorted to his long time habit of throat clearing. I have been pruning and plant tending off and on for a week now, and they were never out in their backyard, and within two minutes of me resuming with a different pair of pruners, why, they arrive and do their background talking, and then he and his long time throat clearing act. For a throat that never seems to get better, and he isn't a smoker.
Some 30 minutes after that, the Sikorsky S76 helicopter came over, and then another inside of 10 minutes, the latter with the paint scheme of being the air ambulance, not the commercial passenger flight. I moved to another plant to prune it, and lo, a single engine aircraft came in low (400' up) to then do its turns and climbs with all the attendant noise of course.
12-14-2012
After skipping shaving today, a full frontal shave and arms too. This is the three blade razor insert instead of the normal two, and a gree teflon strip as well. No big deal to me, but the shaving interuption stunts have been every other day now, and shaving is always a big deal, especially now that I am visiting this GS town and staying at the FFF house for nearly three weeks.
Every night now, the perps have prevented me from getting sleep for an hour or more, usually two hours. And with this single bed that has subsized sheets that get pulled off me in the night, why, it is just like old times, all these color and fabric combinations they like to mess with as I am in bed.
And of late, these planted wedding and engagement ideations. Another WTF; I have no romantic interests and only an eligible female TI would do. Even my 22 y.o.daughter makes herself scarce and is minimally engaged along with a certain thankfulness about most gifts I give her, birthdays and Christmas. It was last week in the final days of work at the winery/vineyard, and finishing up on discussing the aquistion of test bottles/containers for wine evaluation, that wife of the owning couple mentions containers of a smaller size that could be used for weddings. Whatever, though she said "for your wedding", which seemed to be a syntactical error really to mean a generic instance, but she turned to look at me as she said it, which then made it in a personal context. I said something to the effect of "not much call for that" (meaning I wasn't getting married anytime soon, which she would of known anyhow from our 8 month association), and she didn't say anything to alleviate the potential confusion. We were finishing up on this task, and I asked if we were done, with no kind of reaction to what she said, and went off to do something else. Another WTF; why would she make any inference about me and a wedding when she knew that I had no such plans, even remotely? (Not referencing the arranged and orchestrated existence I am kept in). So many WTF's of late, and for what? What is a better term; confounding illogical and irrational statements and behaviors by others (CIAISABBO)? I will stick with WTF moments, even if the first three letters of that acronym might have salience, though I have come to the conclusion that they are really the conventional physical world arm of the Fourth Reich. Wasn't it Jesse Ventura, a former Navy SEAL, early in his term as governor of Minnesota who met some 30 or so individuals organized in the basement of the state capitol building who introduced themselves but none would state what their mission was when asked? They claimed to be from the CIA, a bogus rationale as they aren't to have any domestic US operations. No news or congressional interest or hearing about that of course.
Time to post this on this very dim and windy Sunday afternoon, keeping the weekly or so format going.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Monday Off
11-12-2012
Rare to have a weekday off, and I will have two this week. Today, because it was lieu of a national holiday, Remembrance Day yesterday, and with the broad hint from work was that it was a day off. Though that never stopped us from working statutory holidays in the vineyard in the summer.
And so, they pulled a snowfall overnight, with me as the obligate driveway shoveller until I depart this rental situation at month's end. The landlady returned last night too, from her near week long time away, and she retrieved the snow shovels from the garden shed last night. (And got into some emotional wrangling with her elderly mother yet again, though it lasted only a few minutes. I get to hear way too much living downstairs at grade level.)
Even more curious was that I got up at 0800h, and neither was up until at least 1000h, after I had cleared the driveway and come back in. Only two days ago, the granny was getting up at 0600h on her own (before the caretakers arrived), coincident with me, and then again the next day at 0700h. Anyhow, the overhead "coincidences" and then their sudden cessation aren't anything new, but I always like to map it to some kind of other event the perps find interesting; e.g. moon cycles, work schedule change, new package of coffee (think brown), or whatever else turns their collectively insane crank.
And it might of been the bloody mess on the pillow case the perps decided to create; it is rare I get this form of invasive abuse, but it has been ramping up in the last week, only from nasal build up though. That begat laundering all the bedsheets, two white striated sheets and the pillow case, while I was out shovelling snow. Color continuity? -maybe. Then the pillow case didn't come clean and had to be relaundered and hang dried, giving it a different signature from the bedsheets; no doubt of exciting perp interest to change up the laundered item history.
A "need" to then continue this tanning obsession planted on me, as I really couldn't care less until doing outside farm work in 2008. The shiftless males duly arrived after me, and then when making my exit. The very cute new salon attendant was on duty again, and she seems to be a planted distraction to say the least.
Then onto the LD store where they packed the parking lot three ranks deep, almost exclusively greyscale colored vehicles; white, silver-grey, mid-grey and black. I don't think I have seen such a concentration of this color theme before, save the the line-ups at the ferry parking lot, as past photos can attest.
Again, the shiftless males arrive after me at the checkout, the fuchsia haired girl was in the next checkout, and the sheepdog haired young male cashier was unusually chipper. Most often I get grim, and very grim (as in scared shitless) at checkouts.
11-13-2012
A putz day at work, as the co-owner was out most of the day. The winemaking isn't too demanding of late, which I told them, though I am sure the perps made sure it was known as well.
Though the perps made it interesting by have a floating lid gasket, much like an inner tube, blow up and scatter two cups of cider just where I was about to resume working on insulating the garage door. Not only did I get put through the wrangling adversity to get the spare one on and centered in the track of the lid, but I also had to clean up the mess.
And this was a repeat of this morning, when moving the transfer pump out of the way, why it dumped at least a liter of water on the floor, again, just where I was to work. That had to be cleaned up too. There have been times when I have seen wet splats arrive from nowhere, just where I have mopped up. Nothing new in these water mess games.
When I got back to this residence, why, the code wouldn't work in the outside door. I tried the alternate door and lo, it didn't work either. I rang the bell at the landlady's door, and eventually her 90 yo. mother slowly descended the stairs. I explained the problem, and the (obese, almost grotesque) landlady came down and told me she reset her codes, but no other, but "somehow" my keycode got deleted. She said she would fix the problem and would meet me at the door. And so she had to get her keycode, and ask me mine, and reset them. (I haven't tried it yet).
When I got in I saw she left a note earlier about a parcel in the shared laundry area. I retrieved it and opened it up and looked at all the tool and gift items I had ordered. Then once I looked at them all, a sudden need to take a shit came on, and I had to deal with that. No toilet blocking stunts thankfully. And so it would seem this whole fucking charade was to have me go to two extra doors at other locations in the house, keeping me delay me outside, and then finally allow me to get to the BROWN parcel. And too, the overhead noise started up as I was looking at each item from the parcel. As has been mentioned many times in this blog, the perps are besotted with the color BROWN, and always are judicious in how and where it is arranged. And since a huge amount of items are shipped in brown cardboard boxes worldwide one would think the perps have this one figured out. But no, they must harass the living shit out of me and then engage in the all too familiar parcel delivery jerkaround event. Bring on the UPS vans for the next week.
And to add that, the perps pulled one of their very favorite jerkaround stunts; obstructing doorway/lock egress. I cannot count the number of times they have done this, but my perp-abettting mother has deliberately locked me out of the house at least four times in the last 2 years. Never mind the perp guidance, this was conventional knowledge based. It is just so funny for them to have their victims attempt to open a locked door. One can imagine the level of juvenility that forms this notion, and keeps at it for ten years.
11-15-2012
Another utilitarian work day; helping out getting a pallet load of wood pellets for the vineyard owner. As the owner's don't have a pickup truck, they often require the services of a local handyman, who has one and a trailer as well. First a trip to the dump to get rid of old kitchen stoves in the trailer, and then an hour highway drive to Westbank to get the pellets. As it was a ton, and on a pallet, and the pallet is a $50 charge, it was declined and so we loaded it ourselves and left the pallet behind. They were in 40lb bags, and the loading went reasonably quickly. More than planned as it "happened"; a semi-trailer truck was loading at an adjacent bay, and lo, if the truck driver didn't come over and help us load. Freaking ridiculous to say the least. Plenty of road traffic on the highway, as in vehicular gangstalking. And a special day it was too, as I was the passenger in a metallic red maroon colored pickup truck.
Which was true for 40 minutes yesterday as well; we dropped off a surplus dryer to my landlady who needed one. Not that she deserved it, for she was enough of a pain in the ass that I gave her my notice last month, and will be moving from my shortest tenancy, a whole three months worth. Call it pissing off the "help' (that's me) once too often. Said landlady was still kvetching about the dryer set-up, and I told her I would look after it when I returned in the evening.
And course I had to make a few sorties to my suite to get tools to get the old dryer out, and lo, if there wasn't vile red colored plasma squiggles in my sight that persisted from shared laundry room, into my suite, and then again when back in the laundry room. This was the never-before event of returning to my suite in the middle of a working day. Exciting times for the perps, and all the more so as I entered via the front foyer of the house, and not from the back door.
Anyhow, more ruminations over the load of woodstove pellets today; about the most opposite one could get to the loaded logging trucks that are arranged in such frequency around me. Over the years there has been large loads of timbers, and the ubiquitous semi-trailer loads of dimension lumber, invariably wrapped in plastic. All this in the service of "wood stalk", for whatever that means for the perps. Regular readers will know I have a forestry background, and often measured live trees in the forest as part of wood volume sampling activities. And too, working with fallers on one project where the trees were measured standing, then again by scalers after it was felled. A significant amount of my past job history can be added upon, but one gets the point; when my life has been orchestrated, scripted and arranged since birth, along with participating quisling personnel (including family) down to the the last microsecond, one can safely assume that the perps have a HUGE interest in some kind of tree/wood/wood composite products energetic connection with me. I would be the last to know exactly why, though I have read that trees are deemed to be living energy pumps. And who knows; the very trees I measured some 40 years ago may now be in the form of lumber or other wood products. It would fit the perp pattern.
And the prickly landlady is off tomorrow to travel to Seattle. Now three for three know trips where she has managed to follow my old footsteps; W Washington State, Victoria BC, and now Seattle. Plus last week she was away for a week and never said where. I am suspicious of these large, childless and homely women, two in the last two years, that seem to arrive into my life.
As I was fixing the dryer last night the landlady came to "chat", and tried to put on the squeeze again to have me stay, paying full rent but no landscape maintenance requirements, but I told her that I had already made a financial commitment to the next place. As in moving yet again, the fourth residence this year, not including early January. She made out that she was "so stressed" again, though she has no progeny, husband or works at a job. Not that she provides any supporting detail, which makes me suspicious too.
And yesterday, the cleaning lady at the vineyard house got paid by the owner, and then launched into a soliloquy after she was paid by the owner, complaining to me, while eating lunch (and captive on the couch) that she doesn't get enough work hours, when she formerly worked at at fence post operation where she got 80 hours each two weeks. And of course she doesn't fill in the details as to why she doesn't work there any more. Like WTF; she drives a late model Ford SUV that has the self parking option; it just doesn't compute. Or, put it another way; why keep me in suspense as the story doesn't add up given the lack of detail? Why is it I am this chosen receiver for all these tales of woe, particular financial and job related, when I don't have much engagement with them in the first place? The latest perp planted similie is "faux woe"; cute.
And I see the perps screwed me out seeing, or even knowing, about last month's charge card bill. A whole $400 or so, all charges that I somehow "forgot". As in Not; if I receive a bill I don't forget and pay it on time. There has been more than once when they have messed with bill payments, either stopping the bill or redirecting and obstructing payment (via mail). I have no idea why they need to do this, though it would seem to be time related.
11-16-2012
A Friday weekday off in advance of attending an all-day course tomorrow. The upstairs clunking, squeaking and thumping started within minutes of me getting up, though to be fair, they are going to Seattle for two or three days. Apparently for some medical evaluation, though it does strike me as curious that they didn't leave a day earlier, as it would be a late afternoon appointment to get there on time. Not many specialists are open Saturdays. But as there is no end of BS streaming from the landlady I have given up on anything she says, be it the apparent conventional explanation or if an operative of the Fourth Reich of the Psychopathic Confederacy to roll two of my most used names together.
And I get to putz online in the morning before heading out to my hair and leg wax appointment. The perps like to "get me ready" by whatever nasty stuff, along with the color transitions exposure, they are pumping out of ubiquitous LCD display panels.
And as part of this morning's activity, more shopping/viewing online, and lo, if a sudden need to take a shit didn't come on immediately following putting an item into my online shopping cart. But that wasn't enough; the rarely-outside landlady found some reason to be outside adjacent to the bathroom, and then the perps decided to make it messy and block the toilet. So, another shower to clean up, and just as the Liquid Plumber was dumped in the toilet bowl (aka chemical ether interaction), why, and overhead clunk suddenly erupted. Ten years of constant toilet games and here we are, still noisestalking me over this.
And why did they take so long to do a wax and haircut? So I could get screwed for a parking fine, another jerkaround I get from time to time. A whole fifteen minutes over, and the Fuckwit who gave it to me was across the street attending to other parked vehicles. And I get to send a check to the City of Pentiction, no online payment allowed.
And the cosmetology & haircut school owner was on site today, and was friendly, even calling me by name though I hadn't met her before. Like straight out of perp harassment training; have the business or property owner come by for a gangstalk too.
And post haircut (always a big perp event) and post leg wax (always a big perp event) I went to the tanning salon to get browned. Or to invoke the vanity excuse, to keep the tan that I got from the summer. No doubt I was duly glowing afterward when I went to the supermarket to get a few things. They were all over me there, including the ubiquitous stocking/stalking carts and their brown boxes they like to place near me, or where I am to go.
11-17-2012
A Saturday, and an all day course on Introduction to Wine Chemistry, on behalf of my employer. He and his wife will be there too. The second half next week. Hopefully there will be no lab exercises, as past chemistry courses haunt me on these alone. I always wondered why I was so scrambled for following the steps in the long ago lab exercises, and why I could never recall what to do even if I studied ahead of time. Now I know, the Fourth Reich was on me then, making sure I was incompetent in a chemistry lab.
Back from the wine chemistry course, and I had to say it was interesting. The instructor had interesting experiences he conveyed, and the harassment BS was down to the low setting for once.
11-18-2012
Missing Sunday here, best get this published for Monday.
Rare to have a weekday off, and I will have two this week. Today, because it was lieu of a national holiday, Remembrance Day yesterday, and with the broad hint from work was that it was a day off. Though that never stopped us from working statutory holidays in the vineyard in the summer.
And so, they pulled a snowfall overnight, with me as the obligate driveway shoveller until I depart this rental situation at month's end. The landlady returned last night too, from her near week long time away, and she retrieved the snow shovels from the garden shed last night. (And got into some emotional wrangling with her elderly mother yet again, though it lasted only a few minutes. I get to hear way too much living downstairs at grade level.)
Even more curious was that I got up at 0800h, and neither was up until at least 1000h, after I had cleared the driveway and come back in. Only two days ago, the granny was getting up at 0600h on her own (before the caretakers arrived), coincident with me, and then again the next day at 0700h. Anyhow, the overhead "coincidences" and then their sudden cessation aren't anything new, but I always like to map it to some kind of other event the perps find interesting; e.g. moon cycles, work schedule change, new package of coffee (think brown), or whatever else turns their collectively insane crank.
And it might of been the bloody mess on the pillow case the perps decided to create; it is rare I get this form of invasive abuse, but it has been ramping up in the last week, only from nasal build up though. That begat laundering all the bedsheets, two white striated sheets and the pillow case, while I was out shovelling snow. Color continuity? -maybe. Then the pillow case didn't come clean and had to be relaundered and hang dried, giving it a different signature from the bedsheets; no doubt of exciting perp interest to change up the laundered item history.
A "need" to then continue this tanning obsession planted on me, as I really couldn't care less until doing outside farm work in 2008. The shiftless males duly arrived after me, and then when making my exit. The very cute new salon attendant was on duty again, and she seems to be a planted distraction to say the least.
Then onto the LD store where they packed the parking lot three ranks deep, almost exclusively greyscale colored vehicles; white, silver-grey, mid-grey and black. I don't think I have seen such a concentration of this color theme before, save the the line-ups at the ferry parking lot, as past photos can attest.
Again, the shiftless males arrive after me at the checkout, the fuchsia haired girl was in the next checkout, and the sheepdog haired young male cashier was unusually chipper. Most often I get grim, and very grim (as in scared shitless) at checkouts.
11-13-2012
A putz day at work, as the co-owner was out most of the day. The winemaking isn't too demanding of late, which I told them, though I am sure the perps made sure it was known as well.
Though the perps made it interesting by have a floating lid gasket, much like an inner tube, blow up and scatter two cups of cider just where I was about to resume working on insulating the garage door. Not only did I get put through the wrangling adversity to get the spare one on and centered in the track of the lid, but I also had to clean up the mess.
And this was a repeat of this morning, when moving the transfer pump out of the way, why it dumped at least a liter of water on the floor, again, just where I was to work. That had to be cleaned up too. There have been times when I have seen wet splats arrive from nowhere, just where I have mopped up. Nothing new in these water mess games.
When I got back to this residence, why, the code wouldn't work in the outside door. I tried the alternate door and lo, it didn't work either. I rang the bell at the landlady's door, and eventually her 90 yo. mother slowly descended the stairs. I explained the problem, and the (obese, almost grotesque) landlady came down and told me she reset her codes, but no other, but "somehow" my keycode got deleted. She said she would fix the problem and would meet me at the door. And so she had to get her keycode, and ask me mine, and reset them. (I haven't tried it yet).
When I got in I saw she left a note earlier about a parcel in the shared laundry area. I retrieved it and opened it up and looked at all the tool and gift items I had ordered. Then once I looked at them all, a sudden need to take a shit came on, and I had to deal with that. No toilet blocking stunts thankfully. And so it would seem this whole fucking charade was to have me go to two extra doors at other locations in the house, keeping me delay me outside, and then finally allow me to get to the BROWN parcel. And too, the overhead noise started up as I was looking at each item from the parcel. As has been mentioned many times in this blog, the perps are besotted with the color BROWN, and always are judicious in how and where it is arranged. And since a huge amount of items are shipped in brown cardboard boxes worldwide one would think the perps have this one figured out. But no, they must harass the living shit out of me and then engage in the all too familiar parcel delivery jerkaround event. Bring on the UPS vans for the next week.
And to add that, the perps pulled one of their very favorite jerkaround stunts; obstructing doorway/lock egress. I cannot count the number of times they have done this, but my perp-abettting mother has deliberately locked me out of the house at least four times in the last 2 years. Never mind the perp guidance, this was conventional knowledge based. It is just so funny for them to have their victims attempt to open a locked door. One can imagine the level of juvenility that forms this notion, and keeps at it for ten years.
11-15-2012
Another utilitarian work day; helping out getting a pallet load of wood pellets for the vineyard owner. As the owner's don't have a pickup truck, they often require the services of a local handyman, who has one and a trailer as well. First a trip to the dump to get rid of old kitchen stoves in the trailer, and then an hour highway drive to Westbank to get the pellets. As it was a ton, and on a pallet, and the pallet is a $50 charge, it was declined and so we loaded it ourselves and left the pallet behind. They were in 40lb bags, and the loading went reasonably quickly. More than planned as it "happened"; a semi-trailer truck was loading at an adjacent bay, and lo, if the truck driver didn't come over and help us load. Freaking ridiculous to say the least. Plenty of road traffic on the highway, as in vehicular gangstalking. And a special day it was too, as I was the passenger in a metallic red maroon colored pickup truck.
Which was true for 40 minutes yesterday as well; we dropped off a surplus dryer to my landlady who needed one. Not that she deserved it, for she was enough of a pain in the ass that I gave her my notice last month, and will be moving from my shortest tenancy, a whole three months worth. Call it pissing off the "help' (that's me) once too often. Said landlady was still kvetching about the dryer set-up, and I told her I would look after it when I returned in the evening.
And course I had to make a few sorties to my suite to get tools to get the old dryer out, and lo, if there wasn't vile red colored plasma squiggles in my sight that persisted from shared laundry room, into my suite, and then again when back in the laundry room. This was the never-before event of returning to my suite in the middle of a working day. Exciting times for the perps, and all the more so as I entered via the front foyer of the house, and not from the back door.
Anyhow, more ruminations over the load of woodstove pellets today; about the most opposite one could get to the loaded logging trucks that are arranged in such frequency around me. Over the years there has been large loads of timbers, and the ubiquitous semi-trailer loads of dimension lumber, invariably wrapped in plastic. All this in the service of "wood stalk", for whatever that means for the perps. Regular readers will know I have a forestry background, and often measured live trees in the forest as part of wood volume sampling activities. And too, working with fallers on one project where the trees were measured standing, then again by scalers after it was felled. A significant amount of my past job history can be added upon, but one gets the point; when my life has been orchestrated, scripted and arranged since birth, along with participating quisling personnel (including family) down to the the last microsecond, one can safely assume that the perps have a HUGE interest in some kind of tree/wood/wood composite products energetic connection with me. I would be the last to know exactly why, though I have read that trees are deemed to be living energy pumps. And who knows; the very trees I measured some 40 years ago may now be in the form of lumber or other wood products. It would fit the perp pattern.
And the prickly landlady is off tomorrow to travel to Seattle. Now three for three know trips where she has managed to follow my old footsteps; W Washington State, Victoria BC, and now Seattle. Plus last week she was away for a week and never said where. I am suspicious of these large, childless and homely women, two in the last two years, that seem to arrive into my life.
As I was fixing the dryer last night the landlady came to "chat", and tried to put on the squeeze again to have me stay, paying full rent but no landscape maintenance requirements, but I told her that I had already made a financial commitment to the next place. As in moving yet again, the fourth residence this year, not including early January. She made out that she was "so stressed" again, though she has no progeny, husband or works at a job. Not that she provides any supporting detail, which makes me suspicious too.
And yesterday, the cleaning lady at the vineyard house got paid by the owner, and then launched into a soliloquy after she was paid by the owner, complaining to me, while eating lunch (and captive on the couch) that she doesn't get enough work hours, when she formerly worked at at fence post operation where she got 80 hours each two weeks. And of course she doesn't fill in the details as to why she doesn't work there any more. Like WTF; she drives a late model Ford SUV that has the self parking option; it just doesn't compute. Or, put it another way; why keep me in suspense as the story doesn't add up given the lack of detail? Why is it I am this chosen receiver for all these tales of woe, particular financial and job related, when I don't have much engagement with them in the first place? The latest perp planted similie is "faux woe"; cute.
And I see the perps screwed me out seeing, or even knowing, about last month's charge card bill. A whole $400 or so, all charges that I somehow "forgot". As in Not; if I receive a bill I don't forget and pay it on time. There has been more than once when they have messed with bill payments, either stopping the bill or redirecting and obstructing payment (via mail). I have no idea why they need to do this, though it would seem to be time related.
11-16-2012
A Friday weekday off in advance of attending an all-day course tomorrow. The upstairs clunking, squeaking and thumping started within minutes of me getting up, though to be fair, they are going to Seattle for two or three days. Apparently for some medical evaluation, though it does strike me as curious that they didn't leave a day earlier, as it would be a late afternoon appointment to get there on time. Not many specialists are open Saturdays. But as there is no end of BS streaming from the landlady I have given up on anything she says, be it the apparent conventional explanation or if an operative of the Fourth Reich of the Psychopathic Confederacy to roll two of my most used names together.
And I get to putz online in the morning before heading out to my hair and leg wax appointment. The perps like to "get me ready" by whatever nasty stuff, along with the color transitions exposure, they are pumping out of ubiquitous LCD display panels.
And as part of this morning's activity, more shopping/viewing online, and lo, if a sudden need to take a shit didn't come on immediately following putting an item into my online shopping cart. But that wasn't enough; the rarely-outside landlady found some reason to be outside adjacent to the bathroom, and then the perps decided to make it messy and block the toilet. So, another shower to clean up, and just as the Liquid Plumber was dumped in the toilet bowl (aka chemical ether interaction), why, and overhead clunk suddenly erupted. Ten years of constant toilet games and here we are, still noisestalking me over this.
And why did they take so long to do a wax and haircut? So I could get screwed for a parking fine, another jerkaround I get from time to time. A whole fifteen minutes over, and the Fuckwit who gave it to me was across the street attending to other parked vehicles. And I get to send a check to the City of Pentiction, no online payment allowed.
And the cosmetology & haircut school owner was on site today, and was friendly, even calling me by name though I hadn't met her before. Like straight out of perp harassment training; have the business or property owner come by for a gangstalk too.
And post haircut (always a big perp event) and post leg wax (always a big perp event) I went to the tanning salon to get browned. Or to invoke the vanity excuse, to keep the tan that I got from the summer. No doubt I was duly glowing afterward when I went to the supermarket to get a few things. They were all over me there, including the ubiquitous stocking/stalking carts and their brown boxes they like to place near me, or where I am to go.
11-17-2012
A Saturday, and an all day course on Introduction to Wine Chemistry, on behalf of my employer. He and his wife will be there too. The second half next week. Hopefully there will be no lab exercises, as past chemistry courses haunt me on these alone. I always wondered why I was so scrambled for following the steps in the long ago lab exercises, and why I could never recall what to do even if I studied ahead of time. Now I know, the Fourth Reich was on me then, making sure I was incompetent in a chemistry lab.
Back from the wine chemistry course, and I had to say it was interesting. The instructor had interesting experiences he conveyed, and the harassment BS was down to the low setting for once.
11-18-2012
Missing Sunday here, best get this published for Monday.
Sunday, May 06, 2012
Lots of Rocks
A busy day with the owner of the vineyard arriving and demanding that certain landscaping items be attended over cane tying. So I worked under his direction with my commuting and classmate pal, doing rock raking and shovelling for some five hours. The owner did appreciate our diligent efforts and the clean up job completion. No wine though. And lo, this evening while watching the hockey game, the same noises of rolling and clattering rocks wasn't slipped into the sound feed. I turned the sound off once I was allowed in on this trivial fuckery.
05-02-2012
A single helicopter morning; a slow and low yellow and blue one that I later see at the Penticton airport when returned that afternoon.
In the vineyard, it was cane tying, but worked shorter hours to yet again, attempt to get reliable internet access. I was exceedingly pissed that the motel where I stay had a dysfunctional wifi again, as it was working fine the evening and day before, and even allowed me to get my income tax return submitted online
Now, instead of the self locking (and vexing) Samsung Galaxy Note cell phone, that can serve as an internet connection for a PC, I got a Ovation USB modem/aerial that connects through the cell phone networks. Having a phone and a modem in one device was way too sabotage prone.
My online registration of my cellphone took three tries to login before I gave up, and this was conflated to five, and I was booted out of my carrier online login. Another example of what goes down for keeping me in constant vexation.
05-03-2012
In the vineyard, a light off-on rain with low cloud. I ended up in all black clothing; toque, raincoat, work pants, socks, and light blue undershirt under a navy blue sweater. We placed trellis wires all day, moving the tucking wires out of the way, one below the fruiting wire, two at the top of the top of the post.
Two mid-grey helicopters in close formation flew past this morning, in low cloud conditions, following the sirens of 20 min. earlier. No identifying marks or insignia on them, and it was most odd that they had permission to fly so low and in clouded conditions where fixed wing aircraft wouldn't fly. As indicated in past blogs, the arrival of helicopters is often, sometimes sitting only 100' overhead and doing apparently nothing, other times the regular commercial scheduled flights just "happen" to be going overhead. The all time obvious instance when last year at the food crop farm, when I was cycled from outside field pumpkins to carrot bagging inside twice, and at one point of exiting the building, why an orange helicopter was loitering overhead. (We are talking about orange crops as the theme).
05-04-2012
A haircut appointment first thing, as no one is answering the phone. And when making the appointment in person, the gangstalker dudes decend, one ahead, one behind. The one ahead was wearing a do rag on his head for crissakes, and making a haircut appointment, getting ahead of me by seconds.
On the way to the interview, the perps also scrambled me, as I got lost on a single road, though no street signs didn't help, let alone the instructions I was given at first. All this seemingly arranged to have me make my first call on my new cellphone to get instructions, but at first, I was out of range. All to have me retrace my path, and have me make a phone call when in kine of sight (80m or so) of the person inside the house recieving my call. Exciting times in perpville; dumshit games with cell phones.
A job interview was relatively normal this time, though he was over-acting some, as in hamming it up with such stock questions. When he asked me why I got into farming work I said there were imposed conditions that would not allow me to continue. And did he ask any further, wanting to know why some citizens have their rights stripped from them by insane psychopathic juveniles? Why no, of course, because this is what every other inquirer does, including the reporter from the New York Times with whom I conveyed my story to so she could do a hit piece on TI's.
A rain squall and dark clouds to "join me" on the ride back after the job offer. Vehicular gangstalkers all over me afterward when I do shopping. IN Windows, long hacked, the cut and paste fuckery continues online as I attempt to get a case protection for my new 4G phone. The mouse is corrupted and run to drop the selection, to obtain only part of the selection, to copy the wrong thing altogether, to copy too much and any other variations of mouse selection one can imagine.
And in the afternoon, beauty treatment time; haircut and then legs waxed, the latter taking 1.25 hours, a student training school. a yellow-cream colored wax this time, and to no surprise, the same colored vehicle on the way home. And too, the ambulance with flashing red and white lights to aiding the cause by having them parking on the wrong side of the road, facing the R. lane I was driving in. Nothing new there, the perps go extra skitzy (double entendre) after haircuts and body treatments. All those folk touching and fussing in close is a made-for-perp gangstalking event. Why else would I be doing it, now with a never-before vanity streak? And who else would of arranged those red vehicles to be in view through the windows while I was getting my hair cut? And copper colored fabric curtains on three sides (privacy curtain) while I was getting my legs waxed? Who else hounds me with copper colored vehicles so often?
The perps got me "ready" before going out by infuriating me with a classic obstruction stunt; I am ordering accessories for my new phone, and get them added to the shopping cart and for "some reason" the payment page was totally skipped, so at the final "Submit" button, I get an error message saying I hadn't paid. True, but how was it that the page wasn't even presented to me in the first place? Then when entering payment details it bombed out on another unknown error, and it did it once more, and I gave up, stinking infuriated. But as the perps have been pulling this transaction obstruction stunt for ten years, plus all those time it "happened" before, what is so freaking important about me making a financial transaction that they put me through this insane, juvenile, beserk fuckery?
It is all confirmed now; new vineyard employer in three days (Monday) while I finish up with the current one who was to replace me with Mexican foreign workers in two weeks. (I knew that going in for this short term gig, and I don't resent this particular circumstance). Though I am miffed at the many vineyards that advertise for needing vineyard workers Jan. through Mar. when they have no intention of hiring any. This is just a ruse to declare a shortage of local workers (by not replying) to then rationalize them arranging Mexican laborers on a 8 month visa. So in other words, it isn't even competion for locals, as the contracts for Mexican workers are arranged from Nov. in the prior year to Feb. of the current year. Though I sense the deep hand of the perps in this, as they are obsessed over food handling and processing, and skin color has something to do with their covert energetic research games.
After three days of blocking my login to register my phone, the perps finally let me in on the problem, and lo, if their system isn't suddenly unavailable.
Then my internet connection goes down just seconds before I send an email, and the connection indicates that it was dropped. I go to the box and reconnect, and after a minute of blundering around, Yahoo sends my email message. Funny how this keeps "happening". Only last week an email got intercepted and not sent to this same person.
05-05-2012
At present, evening time, excessive and horrendous pounding from running kids outside this room, plus their yelling and carrying on unsupervised at this motel. This particular noise arranged while I do entry of my financial transactions in Quicken, always of intense perp interest.
At work in the vineyard today, it was more lifting trellis wires, to get them positioned prior to new leaf and shoot development. At least 10 B52 overflights today, back from a day off and working this Saturday. Plus motorcycle noise, at least 20 in one group, and do I loathe HD motorcycle noise big time, and why is it that someone arranges much more of it than normal?
05-06-2012
A day off, and full of noise parading outside. That is hotrods, harley davidson motorcycle noise, plus the odd vehicle with no muffler at all. The perps have been very consistent in delivering this noisescape over the years. As it is a Sunday, they backed off the commercial heavy duty vehicle, but the odd souped-up pickup truck fills the bill. This was my last day at this vineyard before I start a new gig.
Finally allowed to do all of April financial reconciliation on Quicken, manually. Quicken is such klutzware, and the banks don't help much either, as they could provide the same software and no need to manually reconcile the two. Sure, Quicken can download it, but it becomes clobberware, wiping out existing transactions and renaming the payees according to the cryptic bank name. Besides, I have the perps on my ass at every keystroke to infuriate me as they piss with the dates and transactions as shown on the display, changing them when I flip between the two. And for today, about 6 to 10 Harley Davidson motorcycle noises per minute, especially when screaming at the assholes for pissing with the page content while I wasn't looking. I got so pissed off that I had to print the page and it seems they can jack with that dynamically in realtime too.
Some five emails sent out for room share/apartment inquiries, and not a one of them has replied. Back to the phone method again. In other words, a whole day off wasted when I could of been looking at places to rent, and the assholes kept them from me, assuming I wasn't blocked when I sent them. All part of the FUD-scape.
2130h
Later now, one respondent about room rentals, and I had a look at it. Ok and all that, but how will the harassment play out? At this point, any relief from all day long Harley Davidson motorcycle noise and throaty hot-rod noise is a welcome relief. Now, a car alarm starts up. These noises are slowly getting less, but what is it that brings them out all day long, three weekends in succession? I suspect it won't change except to get worse until this town closes down, post Labor Day.
05-02-2012
A single helicopter morning; a slow and low yellow and blue one that I later see at the Penticton airport when returned that afternoon.
In the vineyard, it was cane tying, but worked shorter hours to yet again, attempt to get reliable internet access. I was exceedingly pissed that the motel where I stay had a dysfunctional wifi again, as it was working fine the evening and day before, and even allowed me to get my income tax return submitted online
Now, instead of the self locking (and vexing) Samsung Galaxy Note cell phone, that can serve as an internet connection for a PC, I got a Ovation USB modem/aerial that connects through the cell phone networks. Having a phone and a modem in one device was way too sabotage prone.
My online registration of my cellphone took three tries to login before I gave up, and this was conflated to five, and I was booted out of my carrier online login. Another example of what goes down for keeping me in constant vexation.
05-03-2012
In the vineyard, a light off-on rain with low cloud. I ended up in all black clothing; toque, raincoat, work pants, socks, and light blue undershirt under a navy blue sweater. We placed trellis wires all day, moving the tucking wires out of the way, one below the fruiting wire, two at the top of the top of the post.
Two mid-grey helicopters in close formation flew past this morning, in low cloud conditions, following the sirens of 20 min. earlier. No identifying marks or insignia on them, and it was most odd that they had permission to fly so low and in clouded conditions where fixed wing aircraft wouldn't fly. As indicated in past blogs, the arrival of helicopters is often, sometimes sitting only 100' overhead and doing apparently nothing, other times the regular commercial scheduled flights just "happen" to be going overhead. The all time obvious instance when last year at the food crop farm, when I was cycled from outside field pumpkins to carrot bagging inside twice, and at one point of exiting the building, why an orange helicopter was loitering overhead. (We are talking about orange crops as the theme).
05-04-2012
A haircut appointment first thing, as no one is answering the phone. And when making the appointment in person, the gangstalker dudes decend, one ahead, one behind. The one ahead was wearing a do rag on his head for crissakes, and making a haircut appointment, getting ahead of me by seconds.
On the way to the interview, the perps also scrambled me, as I got lost on a single road, though no street signs didn't help, let alone the instructions I was given at first. All this seemingly arranged to have me make my first call on my new cellphone to get instructions, but at first, I was out of range. All to have me retrace my path, and have me make a phone call when in kine of sight (80m or so) of the person inside the house recieving my call. Exciting times in perpville; dumshit games with cell phones.
A job interview was relatively normal this time, though he was over-acting some, as in hamming it up with such stock questions. When he asked me why I got into farming work I said there were imposed conditions that would not allow me to continue. And did he ask any further, wanting to know why some citizens have their rights stripped from them by insane psychopathic juveniles? Why no, of course, because this is what every other inquirer does, including the reporter from the New York Times with whom I conveyed my story to so she could do a hit piece on TI's.
A rain squall and dark clouds to "join me" on the ride back after the job offer. Vehicular gangstalkers all over me afterward when I do shopping. IN Windows, long hacked, the cut and paste fuckery continues online as I attempt to get a case protection for my new 4G phone. The mouse is corrupted and run to drop the selection, to obtain only part of the selection, to copy the wrong thing altogether, to copy too much and any other variations of mouse selection one can imagine.
And in the afternoon, beauty treatment time; haircut and then legs waxed, the latter taking 1.25 hours, a student training school. a yellow-cream colored wax this time, and to no surprise, the same colored vehicle on the way home. And too, the ambulance with flashing red and white lights to aiding the cause by having them parking on the wrong side of the road, facing the R. lane I was driving in. Nothing new there, the perps go extra skitzy (double entendre) after haircuts and body treatments. All those folk touching and fussing in close is a made-for-perp gangstalking event. Why else would I be doing it, now with a never-before vanity streak? And who else would of arranged those red vehicles to be in view through the windows while I was getting my hair cut? And copper colored fabric curtains on three sides (privacy curtain) while I was getting my legs waxed? Who else hounds me with copper colored vehicles so often?
The perps got me "ready" before going out by infuriating me with a classic obstruction stunt; I am ordering accessories for my new phone, and get them added to the shopping cart and for "some reason" the payment page was totally skipped, so at the final "Submit" button, I get an error message saying I hadn't paid. True, but how was it that the page wasn't even presented to me in the first place? Then when entering payment details it bombed out on another unknown error, and it did it once more, and I gave up, stinking infuriated. But as the perps have been pulling this transaction obstruction stunt for ten years, plus all those time it "happened" before, what is so freaking important about me making a financial transaction that they put me through this insane, juvenile, beserk fuckery?
It is all confirmed now; new vineyard employer in three days (Monday) while I finish up with the current one who was to replace me with Mexican foreign workers in two weeks. (I knew that going in for this short term gig, and I don't resent this particular circumstance). Though I am miffed at the many vineyards that advertise for needing vineyard workers Jan. through Mar. when they have no intention of hiring any. This is just a ruse to declare a shortage of local workers (by not replying) to then rationalize them arranging Mexican laborers on a 8 month visa. So in other words, it isn't even competion for locals, as the contracts for Mexican workers are arranged from Nov. in the prior year to Feb. of the current year. Though I sense the deep hand of the perps in this, as they are obsessed over food handling and processing, and skin color has something to do with their covert energetic research games.
After three days of blocking my login to register my phone, the perps finally let me in on the problem, and lo, if their system isn't suddenly unavailable.
Then my internet connection goes down just seconds before I send an email, and the connection indicates that it was dropped. I go to the box and reconnect, and after a minute of blundering around, Yahoo sends my email message. Funny how this keeps "happening". Only last week an email got intercepted and not sent to this same person.
05-05-2012
At present, evening time, excessive and horrendous pounding from running kids outside this room, plus their yelling and carrying on unsupervised at this motel. This particular noise arranged while I do entry of my financial transactions in Quicken, always of intense perp interest.
At work in the vineyard today, it was more lifting trellis wires, to get them positioned prior to new leaf and shoot development. At least 10 B52 overflights today, back from a day off and working this Saturday. Plus motorcycle noise, at least 20 in one group, and do I loathe HD motorcycle noise big time, and why is it that someone arranges much more of it than normal?
05-06-2012
A day off, and full of noise parading outside. That is hotrods, harley davidson motorcycle noise, plus the odd vehicle with no muffler at all. The perps have been very consistent in delivering this noisescape over the years. As it is a Sunday, they backed off the commercial heavy duty vehicle, but the odd souped-up pickup truck fills the bill. This was my last day at this vineyard before I start a new gig.
Finally allowed to do all of April financial reconciliation on Quicken, manually. Quicken is such klutzware, and the banks don't help much either, as they could provide the same software and no need to manually reconcile the two. Sure, Quicken can download it, but it becomes clobberware, wiping out existing transactions and renaming the payees according to the cryptic bank name. Besides, I have the perps on my ass at every keystroke to infuriate me as they piss with the dates and transactions as shown on the display, changing them when I flip between the two. And for today, about 6 to 10 Harley Davidson motorcycle noises per minute, especially when screaming at the assholes for pissing with the page content while I wasn't looking. I got so pissed off that I had to print the page and it seems they can jack with that dynamically in realtime too.
Some five emails sent out for room share/apartment inquiries, and not a one of them has replied. Back to the phone method again. In other words, a whole day off wasted when I could of been looking at places to rent, and the assholes kept them from me, assuming I wasn't blocked when I sent them. All part of the FUD-scape.
2130h
Later now, one respondent about room rentals, and I had a look at it. Ok and all that, but how will the harassment play out? At this point, any relief from all day long Harley Davidson motorcycle noise and throaty hot-rod noise is a welcome relief. Now, a car alarm starts up. These noises are slowly getting less, but what is it that brings them out all day long, three weekends in succession? I suspect it won't change except to get worse until this town closes down, post Labor Day.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Pruning in Snow
03-17-2012 Saturday
Finally, some work as I have overdrawn my account, and lo, if it wasn't snowing where the pruning was, so three hours work instead of 8. And a ride to the vineyard, with two others in the vehicle, and they "happened" to be waiting in the vehicle underneath this motel suite. And parked in the place of an Alberta vehicle that had been in that very stall for weeks, and it was gone, all for my confreres to be in a same colored silver-grey in that very parking stall. Parked underneath and phoning me above for crissakes.
It was a wet snow, but at least the perps didn't crank up the wind to make it unbearable. The two co-workers were a woman from my class, and a blonde dreadlocked dude from last year's class. And have I mentioned how I loathe the sight of dreadlocks, and how often the perps put this freak variety, aka Unfavored hair style, for me to see? At least once per week, and likely more often. Not to forget a dreadlocked freak in my Viticulture class, replete with large beard, and worse yet, a bag toque, one that fits sloppily and hangs at the back of this head, giving the appearance of an extended rear portion of his head, something else I cannot stand. (Nearly all hats and hoodies in fact).
A prior leg shave and frontal shave lat evening with a new razor, handle. always exciting for the perps when I change my safety razor insert or purchase a new kind of disposable blade.
One hour of allowed term paper work, and then a sudden nap-attack for 1.5 hours,
then a two 100g chocolate bar tea-time, and term paper work allowed for two hours, though what was written will have to be substantially reworked. The perps like me to lay down an initial draft and spend countless revisions at the same thing, even hanging me up on understanding what I am reading. Cognitive impairment is quite subtle and can be considered to be always applied.
The usual coincident coughing from my co-workers, none of whom has a cold, while I am making a pruning cut.
My worker colleagues like to mention "Montreal", often enough, one from a small town in Quebec. Funny how Montreal and New York figure in the idle meant-for-me chat that goes on.
03-18-2012
Similar deal at pickup time the next morning. At 0821h I go outside to take the garbage out, and was gone from the room for a minute maximum, and lo, if the employer didn't call just then and left a message on my phone. (Light was flashing). Like WTF; he calls exactly when I wasn't here, though to be fair, he was expected around 0830h. This time, the silver Hyundai was back in the usual location, underneath this suite, and so he was parked 10' away. I had even looked when I put the garbage out, seeing the Hyundai there, not the Honda.
Sunny all day long, and warm too. A full 8 hours of work, and got paid, always a big deal it seems. Not just recieving money, but the perps putting on shows of other recieving their paycheck, e.g. last week.
The Quebecois person that employs us for pruning is married to an E. Indian woman, and they have a 2 week old baby I came to know by having lunch at their house. The mother looked totally terrified of me, though I was doing nothing but sitting down and eating my lunch, and commented on how young the baby was. On the mother's second pass by, she looked less terrified. Funny how that happens, and has happened all my life, these unknown people that seem scared shitless of me from no actions of my own.
What is it that the perps have to send people to stand in the way of my view all the time? Two of the crew at lunch feign a need to look out to the spectacular view down Lake Okanagan, high up on the Naramata Bench, as well as stepping over my pack on the floor to get to the window. Fucking rude shit again, and it is so consistent.
03-19-2012
The Viticulture class Freak comes in for 30 minutes and slouches in his seat, and doesn't open the books up, and leaves for good at lunchtime, posing outside the cafeteria. Then an almost doppelganger, same color and style of coat,with similar long straggly matted hair and a big black beard does three passes over the next 20 minutes while at lunch with class colleagues. This was the week they had me sit elsewhere in the classroom as the new instructor put the projector in the path of my sightline to the front board/screen.
03-20-2012
And moving seats again in class, sitting next to the babe as one student returned from an extra long weekend when I thought he wasn't going to take the course as he has a Pesticide Applicator's Certificate. A ditz instructor, disorganized presentation material and not answering the questions I ask, while others hold back and don't enjoin in the class discussion. I seem to be getting totally clobbered with cognitive dithering irradiations or however they do this abuse.
03-21-2012
I was the class demo-dolly, putting on the white tyvek suit modeled for the class; for no seeming educational benefit as the instructor curtailed the "teaching moment" for some strange reason.
03-22-2012
Last class of Pesticide Applicator's course. I went to the small college gm to work out after, and had the herding dudes again, creeping me out. And a jerkaround with the library card and the gym card, getting totally wiped and using the wrong one, all to get more dude-time at the counter, and more forced back and forths.
My treadmill shutdown for no reason, and I had to restart it again.
My library card can be loaded with money to make it useable as a cash source for photocopying, and the E. Indian library assistant (brown skin) had to make an extra trip back to the library as the machine gobbled up the money and didn't assign the photocopy credits. So she came back with two one dollar coins to replace my $2 coin. And lo, if one of the hang-around-me classmates (deep brown colored jacket) didn't come by then, making conversation and continuing to check out what I was photocopying (Viticulture related papers, recieving them from another student).
I started a new jar of coconut butter this morning, which might of got the perps excited, as they pissed me off for at least ten rage-ifications this morning. Having the food items on the spoon doing backflips and lateral movements of no conventional origin, as every morning, doesn't count as a rage-ification event as it happens all the time now.
03-23-2012
The Pesticide Applicators' Certificate exam this morning, a proctored 3 hour open book exam. After suffering the ditz instructor for the prior instructor for the prior four days this week, one would think an examiner would of been a relief. But no, he had this stinking cologne on that permeated the room and was under my nose for most of the time. And too, part of the deal was that the perps like to rile me up over exam marking while the rest of the class holds their tongue for some reason, but this time it was during the exam. I get a Version 4, when the instructor said it was Version 3, and I get three questions about plant nurseries instead of grapes or field crops. I explained this to the proctor, but he seemed to be in a half smirk state, so I now get it; rile the victim up during the exam instead of a day later with capricious marking. At least these were the final three questions so I didn't stress out untl the very end.
A job interview in Oliver this afternoon, needing to rent a vehicle again. Naturally, the vehicular gangstalking force was out, even tailgating me, and having the tailgater tail me for a block of evasive action on my part. And at least 8 brown motorhomes heading N, as I was travelling S, quite the arrangement to say the least, unusally ensconced with surrounding posse of white and silver grey vehicles in tight formation. Many more red colored vehicles too, sometimes four at a glance, and believe me, the perps will arrange things just for a fleeting moment.
A strange interview, with the interviewer doing most of the talking, and not asking many. Plus, I walk into the tasting room, and three personnel are arranged in chairs just inside the door. None of them was looking for me as the interview subject, and when I was asked about tractor driving experience, I replied that I had little, as the job ad read, "experience preferred". The person harumpfed over my reply, and as it "happens", he was the owner of the vineyard/winery. And have I mentioned the preponderance of business owners "showing up" just for me when I am in their store, building, business or whatever? Plenty. And at no time did the interviewer say why he asked me to the interview, as it seemed key, given the small staff numbers and no backup personnel. Nor did he mention what the wage was. This was the first interview the perps have allowed me to attend in 12 years, if one doesn't count the ridiculous group interview last summer at a certain winery that shall remain nameless. All prior jobs have been either the survive mode hiring method, i.e. survive the first day and one is hired, or else hired over the phone without a real interview.
03-24-2012 Saturday
Back from vine pruning today, like last weekend. And the STRATCOM bombers were out in force, or else the noise thereof. Like at least 30 overflight events today, sometimes one after the other. And they are supposed to be on randomized flight paths, har, har. The perps like to put this on especially when I first arrive, and again when I resume work after lunch. Funny how that happens. At least a 12 other local aircraft making noise, one floatplane on a senseless flight path, making a 90 degree turn overhead and headed to the mountains when the 144 km lake beckoned below. No black helicopters today, unlike last week. (Not forgetting that a local person owns one and is permitted to fly it onto their property nearby, a legitmate black helicopter even, though no rationale as to why he chose black for crissakes). I see enough hubcap-less vehicles every day due to the profusion of them in this town for unknown reasons, and the wheel rims are black in almost every case. Somehow, the perps know I have an aversion to black wheeled cars and trucks, and they make sure I see at least 50 most days, sometimes hundreds if I am driving.
As I am continuing to write my term assignment tonight, the perps have started up the pounding and noise games; "from" the next room, "from" below (a void where vehicles are parked) and "from" non-contiguous building sections. Like WTF; why are they going fucking beserk over the fact that I am writing a term paper, delayed by five weekend days of screwing with my cognitive abilities to write.
Another big perp event; I switched to a new brand of dishes detergent; a colorless Eco type after ten years of using Dawn. Detergents and dishes cleaning are always big Fuckcover events, and about four years ago they switched me from the inky blue Dawn to the brighter aqua blue Dawn because they stopped the supply of the former. In a total new switch, now a colorless Eco brand that surely has to be the biggest news of the week, for those in perp-land.
2235h
More pounding and vibration from below as I am doing extensive cut and pasting in finally being allowed to devote some focussed time to getting this wretched term assignment done, though I am far from completion. And no freaking phone calls tonight, and last night too. Recall that last weekend, when the perps cognitively clobbered me, I recieved phone calls when only 30 minutes or so into getting started on this same assignment.
03-25-2012
Then a party next door with girl talk, interspersed with dude talk, to then cover me from the last 10 min. of seated time, to the next 20min. in bed while reading. These transitional noise games are nothing new. Then they pounded the wall that faces outside, the one I am leaning my head against of course.
More vine pruning today, getting some income from this weekend's work. Then tieing down the vine canes on the trellis, and hoping not to split or break them in the process. As "usual" the STRATCOM bombers flew high overhead, at least 25 overflights plus augmentations with single engine aircraft and one boomy sounding helicopter that I did not get to see due to the high overcast cloud conditons. And a new noise for after lunch, dirt motorcycles were buzzing somewhere nearby, as the property backs onto public forest lands with a right-of-way crossing it. The vineyard is next to the powerline and gas line right-of-way, and no doubt the perps thought this was interesting, as they like me to be doing work near them. Something to do with the charge they carry, some would say even "dark energy" as the best minds don't yet understand electricity even, or at least, so I have read more than once. But one can be sure the perps do, and use it to their advantage, and who knows what they pump into household A/C circuits. At times, they will utilize A/C circuits to generate masers flying out of a wall socket, have been the target of said masers.
Other excitement for the perps might be that they had me do a full frontal shave this morning, the first in three days as my mornings had been too busy. And using a fresh towel too, always of intense perp interest. And the usual hackings at me to get some blood samples, as if they were from the safety razor, though they clearly weren't. Not when one gets little oval lesions, or when one witnesses a wound opening up beside the razor head, one inch away and the wound/hacking was proceeding to open up in the same direction I was pulling the parallel razor. It is very difficult to cut oneself with current day safety razors, and yet it keeps "happening" each morning I do a full frontal shave, hackings on my left and right abdominal region and every 5 days or so, some on my nuts, as it "happened" today. And to protract the fuckery, they interfere with the stepic pencil and delay staunching of their inflicted hacking, all to make more blood mess and whatever else they get from it. Though I also sense the perps are testing intake of substances through one's skin, given that they like me to use body creams, something I never did before. So perhaps they are testing me on the stepic pencil's chemical (anhydrous aluminum sulfate, potassium alum (both are types of alum) or titanium dioxide) systemic intake though my skin,and comparing abdominal skin to the much thinner skin on my nuts. Just more grist for their mill, and it is getting extremely boring, being kept in this wilderness of abusive insanity, theirs that is.
The perps have kept me out of swimming, something I did 3x/week for 13 years, swimming 7500m on the week. Talk about skin immersion and dermal uptake, but still they are farting around with how substances are getting into one's bloodstream, all these nearly ten years of insane abuse. The did let me swim in a lake once last year, in the company of my farmworker colleague in Victoria, who likes to hang around me and keep in touch. Why anyone would want to associate with me with the hounds of hell on my every move tells me that they are either an operative or some other trained dupe who is getting a big payout. I would be obvious in her case, as she is another dirt poor farm hand, though taking a landscaping course to upgrade her skill set. That she has "followed" me to both my farm worksites in the past two years hasn't gone unnoticed, and of course that she never brings up the big H topic, that being Harassment. A trademark of nearly everyone I know who has been given some idea as to the totality of this abuse scene.
Anyway, to get this posted, and now going into the last week of my three month Viticulture course in Penticton, and by dint of nearly no one returning my emails, still no work.
Finally, some work as I have overdrawn my account, and lo, if it wasn't snowing where the pruning was, so three hours work instead of 8. And a ride to the vineyard, with two others in the vehicle, and they "happened" to be waiting in the vehicle underneath this motel suite. And parked in the place of an Alberta vehicle that had been in that very stall for weeks, and it was gone, all for my confreres to be in a same colored silver-grey in that very parking stall. Parked underneath and phoning me above for crissakes.
It was a wet snow, but at least the perps didn't crank up the wind to make it unbearable. The two co-workers were a woman from my class, and a blonde dreadlocked dude from last year's class. And have I mentioned how I loathe the sight of dreadlocks, and how often the perps put this freak variety, aka Unfavored hair style, for me to see? At least once per week, and likely more often. Not to forget a dreadlocked freak in my Viticulture class, replete with large beard, and worse yet, a bag toque, one that fits sloppily and hangs at the back of this head, giving the appearance of an extended rear portion of his head, something else I cannot stand. (Nearly all hats and hoodies in fact).
A prior leg shave and frontal shave lat evening with a new razor, handle. always exciting for the perps when I change my safety razor insert or purchase a new kind of disposable blade.
One hour of allowed term paper work, and then a sudden nap-attack for 1.5 hours,
then a two 100g chocolate bar tea-time, and term paper work allowed for two hours, though what was written will have to be substantially reworked. The perps like me to lay down an initial draft and spend countless revisions at the same thing, even hanging me up on understanding what I am reading. Cognitive impairment is quite subtle and can be considered to be always applied.
The usual coincident coughing from my co-workers, none of whom has a cold, while I am making a pruning cut.
My worker colleagues like to mention "Montreal", often enough, one from a small town in Quebec. Funny how Montreal and New York figure in the idle meant-for-me chat that goes on.
03-18-2012
Similar deal at pickup time the next morning. At 0821h I go outside to take the garbage out, and was gone from the room for a minute maximum, and lo, if the employer didn't call just then and left a message on my phone. (Light was flashing). Like WTF; he calls exactly when I wasn't here, though to be fair, he was expected around 0830h. This time, the silver Hyundai was back in the usual location, underneath this suite, and so he was parked 10' away. I had even looked when I put the garbage out, seeing the Hyundai there, not the Honda.
Sunny all day long, and warm too. A full 8 hours of work, and got paid, always a big deal it seems. Not just recieving money, but the perps putting on shows of other recieving their paycheck, e.g. last week.
The Quebecois person that employs us for pruning is married to an E. Indian woman, and they have a 2 week old baby I came to know by having lunch at their house. The mother looked totally terrified of me, though I was doing nothing but sitting down and eating my lunch, and commented on how young the baby was. On the mother's second pass by, she looked less terrified. Funny how that happens, and has happened all my life, these unknown people that seem scared shitless of me from no actions of my own.
What is it that the perps have to send people to stand in the way of my view all the time? Two of the crew at lunch feign a need to look out to the spectacular view down Lake Okanagan, high up on the Naramata Bench, as well as stepping over my pack on the floor to get to the window. Fucking rude shit again, and it is so consistent.
03-19-2012
The Viticulture class Freak comes in for 30 minutes and slouches in his seat, and doesn't open the books up, and leaves for good at lunchtime, posing outside the cafeteria. Then an almost doppelganger, same color and style of coat,with similar long straggly matted hair and a big black beard does three passes over the next 20 minutes while at lunch with class colleagues. This was the week they had me sit elsewhere in the classroom as the new instructor put the projector in the path of my sightline to the front board/screen.
03-20-2012
And moving seats again in class, sitting next to the babe as one student returned from an extra long weekend when I thought he wasn't going to take the course as he has a Pesticide Applicator's Certificate. A ditz instructor, disorganized presentation material and not answering the questions I ask, while others hold back and don't enjoin in the class discussion. I seem to be getting totally clobbered with cognitive dithering irradiations or however they do this abuse.
03-21-2012
I was the class demo-dolly, putting on the white tyvek suit modeled for the class; for no seeming educational benefit as the instructor curtailed the "teaching moment" for some strange reason.
03-22-2012
Last class of Pesticide Applicator's course. I went to the small college gm to work out after, and had the herding dudes again, creeping me out. And a jerkaround with the library card and the gym card, getting totally wiped and using the wrong one, all to get more dude-time at the counter, and more forced back and forths.
My treadmill shutdown for no reason, and I had to restart it again.
My library card can be loaded with money to make it useable as a cash source for photocopying, and the E. Indian library assistant (brown skin) had to make an extra trip back to the library as the machine gobbled up the money and didn't assign the photocopy credits. So she came back with two one dollar coins to replace my $2 coin. And lo, if one of the hang-around-me classmates (deep brown colored jacket) didn't come by then, making conversation and continuing to check out what I was photocopying (Viticulture related papers, recieving them from another student).
I started a new jar of coconut butter this morning, which might of got the perps excited, as they pissed me off for at least ten rage-ifications this morning. Having the food items on the spoon doing backflips and lateral movements of no conventional origin, as every morning, doesn't count as a rage-ification event as it happens all the time now.
03-23-2012
The Pesticide Applicators' Certificate exam this morning, a proctored 3 hour open book exam. After suffering the ditz instructor for the prior instructor for the prior four days this week, one would think an examiner would of been a relief. But no, he had this stinking cologne on that permeated the room and was under my nose for most of the time. And too, part of the deal was that the perps like to rile me up over exam marking while the rest of the class holds their tongue for some reason, but this time it was during the exam. I get a Version 4, when the instructor said it was Version 3, and I get three questions about plant nurseries instead of grapes or field crops. I explained this to the proctor, but he seemed to be in a half smirk state, so I now get it; rile the victim up during the exam instead of a day later with capricious marking. At least these were the final three questions so I didn't stress out untl the very end.
A job interview in Oliver this afternoon, needing to rent a vehicle again. Naturally, the vehicular gangstalking force was out, even tailgating me, and having the tailgater tail me for a block of evasive action on my part. And at least 8 brown motorhomes heading N, as I was travelling S, quite the arrangement to say the least, unusally ensconced with surrounding posse of white and silver grey vehicles in tight formation. Many more red colored vehicles too, sometimes four at a glance, and believe me, the perps will arrange things just for a fleeting moment.
A strange interview, with the interviewer doing most of the talking, and not asking many. Plus, I walk into the tasting room, and three personnel are arranged in chairs just inside the door. None of them was looking for me as the interview subject, and when I was asked about tractor driving experience, I replied that I had little, as the job ad read, "experience preferred". The person harumpfed over my reply, and as it "happens", he was the owner of the vineyard/winery. And have I mentioned the preponderance of business owners "showing up" just for me when I am in their store, building, business or whatever? Plenty. And at no time did the interviewer say why he asked me to the interview, as it seemed key, given the small staff numbers and no backup personnel. Nor did he mention what the wage was. This was the first interview the perps have allowed me to attend in 12 years, if one doesn't count the ridiculous group interview last summer at a certain winery that shall remain nameless. All prior jobs have been either the survive mode hiring method, i.e. survive the first day and one is hired, or else hired over the phone without a real interview.
03-24-2012 Saturday
Back from vine pruning today, like last weekend. And the STRATCOM bombers were out in force, or else the noise thereof. Like at least 30 overflight events today, sometimes one after the other. And they are supposed to be on randomized flight paths, har, har. The perps like to put this on especially when I first arrive, and again when I resume work after lunch. Funny how that happens. At least a 12 other local aircraft making noise, one floatplane on a senseless flight path, making a 90 degree turn overhead and headed to the mountains when the 144 km lake beckoned below. No black helicopters today, unlike last week. (Not forgetting that a local person owns one and is permitted to fly it onto their property nearby, a legitmate black helicopter even, though no rationale as to why he chose black for crissakes). I see enough hubcap-less vehicles every day due to the profusion of them in this town for unknown reasons, and the wheel rims are black in almost every case. Somehow, the perps know I have an aversion to black wheeled cars and trucks, and they make sure I see at least 50 most days, sometimes hundreds if I am driving.
As I am continuing to write my term assignment tonight, the perps have started up the pounding and noise games; "from" the next room, "from" below (a void where vehicles are parked) and "from" non-contiguous building sections. Like WTF; why are they going fucking beserk over the fact that I am writing a term paper, delayed by five weekend days of screwing with my cognitive abilities to write.
Another big perp event; I switched to a new brand of dishes detergent; a colorless Eco type after ten years of using Dawn. Detergents and dishes cleaning are always big Fuckcover events, and about four years ago they switched me from the inky blue Dawn to the brighter aqua blue Dawn because they stopped the supply of the former. In a total new switch, now a colorless Eco brand that surely has to be the biggest news of the week, for those in perp-land.
2235h
More pounding and vibration from below as I am doing extensive cut and pasting in finally being allowed to devote some focussed time to getting this wretched term assignment done, though I am far from completion. And no freaking phone calls tonight, and last night too. Recall that last weekend, when the perps cognitively clobbered me, I recieved phone calls when only 30 minutes or so into getting started on this same assignment.
03-25-2012
Then a party next door with girl talk, interspersed with dude talk, to then cover me from the last 10 min. of seated time, to the next 20min. in bed while reading. These transitional noise games are nothing new. Then they pounded the wall that faces outside, the one I am leaning my head against of course.
More vine pruning today, getting some income from this weekend's work. Then tieing down the vine canes on the trellis, and hoping not to split or break them in the process. As "usual" the STRATCOM bombers flew high overhead, at least 25 overflights plus augmentations with single engine aircraft and one boomy sounding helicopter that I did not get to see due to the high overcast cloud conditons. And a new noise for after lunch, dirt motorcycles were buzzing somewhere nearby, as the property backs onto public forest lands with a right-of-way crossing it. The vineyard is next to the powerline and gas line right-of-way, and no doubt the perps thought this was interesting, as they like me to be doing work near them. Something to do with the charge they carry, some would say even "dark energy" as the best minds don't yet understand electricity even, or at least, so I have read more than once. But one can be sure the perps do, and use it to their advantage, and who knows what they pump into household A/C circuits. At times, they will utilize A/C circuits to generate masers flying out of a wall socket, have been the target of said masers.
Other excitement for the perps might be that they had me do a full frontal shave this morning, the first in three days as my mornings had been too busy. And using a fresh towel too, always of intense perp interest. And the usual hackings at me to get some blood samples, as if they were from the safety razor, though they clearly weren't. Not when one gets little oval lesions, or when one witnesses a wound opening up beside the razor head, one inch away and the wound/hacking was proceeding to open up in the same direction I was pulling the parallel razor. It is very difficult to cut oneself with current day safety razors, and yet it keeps "happening" each morning I do a full frontal shave, hackings on my left and right abdominal region and every 5 days or so, some on my nuts, as it "happened" today. And to protract the fuckery, they interfere with the stepic pencil and delay staunching of their inflicted hacking, all to make more blood mess and whatever else they get from it. Though I also sense the perps are testing intake of substances through one's skin, given that they like me to use body creams, something I never did before. So perhaps they are testing me on the stepic pencil's chemical (anhydrous aluminum sulfate, potassium alum (both are types of alum) or titanium dioxide) systemic intake though my skin,and comparing abdominal skin to the much thinner skin on my nuts. Just more grist for their mill, and it is getting extremely boring, being kept in this wilderness of abusive insanity, theirs that is.
The perps have kept me out of swimming, something I did 3x/week for 13 years, swimming 7500m on the week. Talk about skin immersion and dermal uptake, but still they are farting around with how substances are getting into one's bloodstream, all these nearly ten years of insane abuse. The did let me swim in a lake once last year, in the company of my farmworker colleague in Victoria, who likes to hang around me and keep in touch. Why anyone would want to associate with me with the hounds of hell on my every move tells me that they are either an operative or some other trained dupe who is getting a big payout. I would be obvious in her case, as she is another dirt poor farm hand, though taking a landscaping course to upgrade her skill set. That she has "followed" me to both my farm worksites in the past two years hasn't gone unnoticed, and of course that she never brings up the big H topic, that being Harassment. A trademark of nearly everyone I know who has been given some idea as to the totality of this abuse scene.
Anyway, to get this posted, and now going into the last week of my three month Viticulture course in Penticton, and by dint of nearly no one returning my emails, still no work.
Saturday, January 07, 2012
Old Stunts in a New Location
1300h
Time to do a regular blog where I have all day to natter and drop comments as the abuse is unloaded over the day. The last 8 weeks were very much in blogable limbo with taking an evening time job, using my perp abetting mother's vehicle each day to commute, then awakening at at her place and then attending to packing and getting myself moved out from the Victoria apartment that I resided in for almost four years, a relative adult lifetime record in terms of perp containment of my residence location. Much of the minimum wage income was to support the new-found "need" to order clothing and footwear from SierraTradingPost, the big discount web site, once mail order. Although I didn't intend it, I see I ended up with some ski-wear, "thinking" it was for the colder climes of this new-to-me town of Penticton, BC, where I about to start a full time, three month long, viticulture laborer course in two days. There is a downhill and cross country ski area some 40 km away, so perhaps I will end up with a ski-pal this winter. Sliding at speed on plastic boards on a frozen water surface just has to be a total perp created scene to remotely detect the earth's energetics and whatever else they are doing to TI's, and likely too, a larger covertly covered/surveilled population.
And yes, all the familiar gangstalking trappings are here too; the citizens of Penticton have been duly groomed on how to keeps one's mouth hanging open, course (or obstruct) around me, attempt to pass me on my right side and otherwise look stupid in public, especially when wearing shorts (in this colder clime), a red coat, hat or shoes. The vehicular gangstalking is in evidence, but not so heavy yet, allowing me to make sudden lane changes as I go about discovering the routes in town. Yesterday was my first full day here, and I did grocery shopping in three stores and visited at least four more to get the missing items this motel room needed, a dishes drain mat and a plug for the bathroom sink. These are regular harassment items that seem to be of substantial portent to the perps, and have also been problematic in past moves.
In the 2006 move, they had me chuck out the dishes drain mat when the movers prematurely fucked off on me after I had told them to wait because there were more boxes to be retrieved. And lo, if they hadn't taken off, leaving me the impossible choice to walk these boxes some 6 blocks as I was vehicle-less by then. So..., some of the items were left behind, and lo, if the usually locked garbage room door wasn't open, so I could chuck the heavy and awkward items into the dumpster, one of which was the dishes drain mat. And lo, if I didn't have a replacement purchased some month's previously, in some kind of imposed mindfuck fuge, noticed only post purchase of course. About six months ago at the Victoria Chelsea apartment location, the white nonporous dishes drain mat got too red colored, ostensibly from unremovable and over-active algae, that I replaced it with a translucent dishes drain mat. This one somehow remained algae impervious, and had a slightly steeper slope to it, but it was left behind in the packing, "thinking" that there would be one in the kitchenette of this motel unit. Alas, there wasn't, and the management hasn't been answering my phone calls, so it was more expeditious to purchase a cheap one from the dollar store. And so, a blue plastic dishes drain mate now, with a hump in the middle of it for crissakes, all to create water drainage ponding at each end of it. And I see it has a missing corner on it, an telekinetic eruption since I purchased it. And somehow I "forgot" all the past travails of the dishes drain mats of past locations and purchased this particular bright blue one. And one has to ask what is so important to the perps about dishes drain mats that they put me through this utter nonsense so often, but I cannot offer a definitive answer, except to note that they are totally beserk over the colors and materials of everything I see, touch, or is proximate.
Then there is the continuing hassle over drain plugs, a soft white rubber kind that I had to procure for the last apartment, somehow getting the size wrong and to go through the process twice in two days. Said white colored plug turned orangish in a few months, and stayed that way for the remaining near-four years. The new drain plug in the bathroom sink I aquired yesterday seems to work, and hasn't "gone wrong" (read, sabotage) yet. The absence of a plug forced me into a disrupted shaving situation, running the water each time I applied the soaked face cloth to a new region in advance of shaving it. Only face and a frontal shave were done, the arms were not, an exception to this new "habit" started some six months ago. The last month has been one of shaving disruption, awakening at the FFF house and then going to my downtown apartment to shave there, in advance of undertaking packing duties. Needless to say, shaving has been a significant perp interest since they started the overt abuse in 04-2002, and no end of combinations and permutations of this normally daily occurence has been sufficient for them to back off on the stunts and games that attend shaving. l
Today was shaping up to be a shut-in day, but they did let me out just as a snowfall was coming on to visit the local greengrocer store and see if it make the grade in being considered for a regular visitation basis. No, it didn't, even if the gangstalking was removed. One blonde woman was on my ass for five reprise gangstalkings and they even put her doppelganger in the parking lot as I exited; same long black puffy down coat, same height and comportment as the one in the store whom I left behind. Simply stunning as to the lengths the assholes will go to.
Some perp planned unique arrangements in this motel unit that I am residing in; no one over top of me to make noise from above, a rare break in the action. But I notice that the downstairs wall sharing apartment dwellers have a knack for slamming their door to create a vibration that travels upwards to my feet while doing my morning time bathroom routine. The most unusual configuration of this motel unit is that it sits above a parking area directly below, and where vehicles can pass underneath. That my mother's vehicle sits below me under this floor as I type this is certainly par for the perps and their all-possible juxtaposition games, and it might save them running a vehicle into a building somewhere on their shitlist of human abuse games they seem to apply regularly.
And yesterday's hassle of attempting to get connected via the "free" (read, surveilled) wi-fi internet in this motel is still playing out. I had to make three trips to the LD store in town, the last in the evening to get a wi-fi adaptor as they screwed me into "thinking" that a wi-fi router was the needed item. A call to Netgear, after some inquisition on my part, determined that I had the wrong device altogether. I got the router from Newegg, and today when considering a return, why, the RMA process links have been removed from my web page, so I cannot return it. As it was a $80 purchase, I am roundly pissed that the assholes put me through the inanity of getting the wrong device, supported with incorrect graphics and product descriptions, and now are obstructing me in attempting to get it returned.
And I see a little local "activity" in the form of an accident, and timed the same of me driving to this new town, though S. of my route by 30 miles or so. Why, a boulder came down a cliff and smacked the vehicle, narrowly missing the occupants. Yep, more coincidences, in the form of rocks-human interaction, this time in the thought-to-be safe world of a moving vehicle. And surely the murder rate will also increase too, another form of getting localized blood samples in combination with the ground they once walked on.
2250h
Back to harassment reality; an attempt to watch the hockey game on TV tonight turned into a farce with outside loud mufflered vehicle noise ramping up to cause me to plug my ears. And we aren't talking about vehicles passing by, but ones that persist for five minutes straight, keeping the noisescape on for far longer than ever before. Same noise though, this town having muffler noise compatibility with the last town. Funny how muffler noise can erupt province wide, and too, coincidently erupt as I type this. Regular readers will know that there are no coincidences, along with readers of Dr. John C Lily and his determination of the Earth Coincidence Control Office. I still don't have a handle on just what it is that the perps are on about with coincidence orchestration.
And just like before, I get plenty of plasma and maser flashes, as in all the time, not even a second passes without extra conventional visual perturbations. In the last 6 weeks or so, the most unusual maser eruption was when doing the job orientation for the forest seedling nursery job, and after reading the supplied material, the boss addressed us, and worked through the items, and he seemingly "forgot" what the break times were, (6:30 and 9:30), and he said it was 9:00 and I knew this to be incorrect having read the document As this realization came on, why, a black 1/2" fuzzy maser ball came in from outside, through the insulated translucent plastic wall, just past the back of his head and then came towards me. As there were over 30 people assembled, one would think someone would mention it, or point at the maser ball as it took three seconds or so on its 50' path, but no.
And in keeping with the business owner gangstalking, on this same orientation shift the owner of the business came to "help", in his black ski-wear of all things, and I saw him only once more there after (six weeks of M-F work).
2300h
An hour long phone call with one of my former farm worker colleagues tonight, she phoning me and complaining about her Mexican farm-worker pal bailing out on her, and not staying the night. Hmm, I don't think I am the right person to help her out, but all I know is that if someone is going strange on me I don't want them around any more. I wonder why the perps want me to be put through this, having someone go wierd on me for no seeming rational cause.
Back in the pre-overt harassment days of 1999 to 2002, Ms. C would pull these stunts, drama shows I called them, and had me bailing out on her; emotionally at least, and physically too if the arranged (in hindsight) conflict got too heated. We had our rows to be sure, and for the two or three seeming friends who managed to get me to tell them these tales, they each seemed to have a knowing smirk as I recounted her drama stunts. I couldn't figure that one out, though I did not have any idea then that this was all arranged and also these elicitations of me telling the story.
Anyhow, it is late, and I am going to call this one done for today.
Time to do a regular blog where I have all day to natter and drop comments as the abuse is unloaded over the day. The last 8 weeks were very much in blogable limbo with taking an evening time job, using my perp abetting mother's vehicle each day to commute, then awakening at at her place and then attending to packing and getting myself moved out from the Victoria apartment that I resided in for almost four years, a relative adult lifetime record in terms of perp containment of my residence location. Much of the minimum wage income was to support the new-found "need" to order clothing and footwear from SierraTradingPost, the big discount web site, once mail order. Although I didn't intend it, I see I ended up with some ski-wear, "thinking" it was for the colder climes of this new-to-me town of Penticton, BC, where I about to start a full time, three month long, viticulture laborer course in two days. There is a downhill and cross country ski area some 40 km away, so perhaps I will end up with a ski-pal this winter. Sliding at speed on plastic boards on a frozen water surface just has to be a total perp created scene to remotely detect the earth's energetics and whatever else they are doing to TI's, and likely too, a larger covertly covered/surveilled population.
And yes, all the familiar gangstalking trappings are here too; the citizens of Penticton have been duly groomed on how to keeps one's mouth hanging open, course (or obstruct) around me, attempt to pass me on my right side and otherwise look stupid in public, especially when wearing shorts (in this colder clime), a red coat, hat or shoes. The vehicular gangstalking is in evidence, but not so heavy yet, allowing me to make sudden lane changes as I go about discovering the routes in town. Yesterday was my first full day here, and I did grocery shopping in three stores and visited at least four more to get the missing items this motel room needed, a dishes drain mat and a plug for the bathroom sink. These are regular harassment items that seem to be of substantial portent to the perps, and have also been problematic in past moves.
In the 2006 move, they had me chuck out the dishes drain mat when the movers prematurely fucked off on me after I had told them to wait because there were more boxes to be retrieved. And lo, if they hadn't taken off, leaving me the impossible choice to walk these boxes some 6 blocks as I was vehicle-less by then. So..., some of the items were left behind, and lo, if the usually locked garbage room door wasn't open, so I could chuck the heavy and awkward items into the dumpster, one of which was the dishes drain mat. And lo, if I didn't have a replacement purchased some month's previously, in some kind of imposed mindfuck fuge, noticed only post purchase of course. About six months ago at the Victoria Chelsea apartment location, the white nonporous dishes drain mat got too red colored, ostensibly from unremovable and over-active algae, that I replaced it with a translucent dishes drain mat. This one somehow remained algae impervious, and had a slightly steeper slope to it, but it was left behind in the packing, "thinking" that there would be one in the kitchenette of this motel unit. Alas, there wasn't, and the management hasn't been answering my phone calls, so it was more expeditious to purchase a cheap one from the dollar store. And so, a blue plastic dishes drain mate now, with a hump in the middle of it for crissakes, all to create water drainage ponding at each end of it. And I see it has a missing corner on it, an telekinetic eruption since I purchased it. And somehow I "forgot" all the past travails of the dishes drain mats of past locations and purchased this particular bright blue one. And one has to ask what is so important to the perps about dishes drain mats that they put me through this utter nonsense so often, but I cannot offer a definitive answer, except to note that they are totally beserk over the colors and materials of everything I see, touch, or is proximate.
Then there is the continuing hassle over drain plugs, a soft white rubber kind that I had to procure for the last apartment, somehow getting the size wrong and to go through the process twice in two days. Said white colored plug turned orangish in a few months, and stayed that way for the remaining near-four years. The new drain plug in the bathroom sink I aquired yesterday seems to work, and hasn't "gone wrong" (read, sabotage) yet. The absence of a plug forced me into a disrupted shaving situation, running the water each time I applied the soaked face cloth to a new region in advance of shaving it. Only face and a frontal shave were done, the arms were not, an exception to this new "habit" started some six months ago. The last month has been one of shaving disruption, awakening at the FFF house and then going to my downtown apartment to shave there, in advance of undertaking packing duties. Needless to say, shaving has been a significant perp interest since they started the overt abuse in 04-2002, and no end of combinations and permutations of this normally daily occurence has been sufficient for them to back off on the stunts and games that attend shaving. l
Today was shaping up to be a shut-in day, but they did let me out just as a snowfall was coming on to visit the local greengrocer store and see if it make the grade in being considered for a regular visitation basis. No, it didn't, even if the gangstalking was removed. One blonde woman was on my ass for five reprise gangstalkings and they even put her doppelganger in the parking lot as I exited; same long black puffy down coat, same height and comportment as the one in the store whom I left behind. Simply stunning as to the lengths the assholes will go to.
Some perp planned unique arrangements in this motel unit that I am residing in; no one over top of me to make noise from above, a rare break in the action. But I notice that the downstairs wall sharing apartment dwellers have a knack for slamming their door to create a vibration that travels upwards to my feet while doing my morning time bathroom routine. The most unusual configuration of this motel unit is that it sits above a parking area directly below, and where vehicles can pass underneath. That my mother's vehicle sits below me under this floor as I type this is certainly par for the perps and their all-possible juxtaposition games, and it might save them running a vehicle into a building somewhere on their shitlist of human abuse games they seem to apply regularly.
And yesterday's hassle of attempting to get connected via the "free" (read, surveilled) wi-fi internet in this motel is still playing out. I had to make three trips to the LD store in town, the last in the evening to get a wi-fi adaptor as they screwed me into "thinking" that a wi-fi router was the needed item. A call to Netgear, after some inquisition on my part, determined that I had the wrong device altogether. I got the router from Newegg, and today when considering a return, why, the RMA process links have been removed from my web page, so I cannot return it. As it was a $80 purchase, I am roundly pissed that the assholes put me through the inanity of getting the wrong device, supported with incorrect graphics and product descriptions, and now are obstructing me in attempting to get it returned.
And I see a little local "activity" in the form of an accident, and timed the same of me driving to this new town, though S. of my route by 30 miles or so. Why, a boulder came down a cliff and smacked the vehicle, narrowly missing the occupants. Yep, more coincidences, in the form of rocks-human interaction, this time in the thought-to-be safe world of a moving vehicle. And surely the murder rate will also increase too, another form of getting localized blood samples in combination with the ground they once walked on.
2250h
Back to harassment reality; an attempt to watch the hockey game on TV tonight turned into a farce with outside loud mufflered vehicle noise ramping up to cause me to plug my ears. And we aren't talking about vehicles passing by, but ones that persist for five minutes straight, keeping the noisescape on for far longer than ever before. Same noise though, this town having muffler noise compatibility with the last town. Funny how muffler noise can erupt province wide, and too, coincidently erupt as I type this. Regular readers will know that there are no coincidences, along with readers of Dr. John C Lily and his determination of the Earth Coincidence Control Office. I still don't have a handle on just what it is that the perps are on about with coincidence orchestration.
And just like before, I get plenty of plasma and maser flashes, as in all the time, not even a second passes without extra conventional visual perturbations. In the last 6 weeks or so, the most unusual maser eruption was when doing the job orientation for the forest seedling nursery job, and after reading the supplied material, the boss addressed us, and worked through the items, and he seemingly "forgot" what the break times were, (6:30 and 9:30), and he said it was 9:00 and I knew this to be incorrect having read the document As this realization came on, why, a black 1/2" fuzzy maser ball came in from outside, through the insulated translucent plastic wall, just past the back of his head and then came towards me. As there were over 30 people assembled, one would think someone would mention it, or point at the maser ball as it took three seconds or so on its 50' path, but no.
And in keeping with the business owner gangstalking, on this same orientation shift the owner of the business came to "help", in his black ski-wear of all things, and I saw him only once more there after (six weeks of M-F work).
2300h
An hour long phone call with one of my former farm worker colleagues tonight, she phoning me and complaining about her Mexican farm-worker pal bailing out on her, and not staying the night. Hmm, I don't think I am the right person to help her out, but all I know is that if someone is going strange on me I don't want them around any more. I wonder why the perps want me to be put through this, having someone go wierd on me for no seeming rational cause.
Back in the pre-overt harassment days of 1999 to 2002, Ms. C would pull these stunts, drama shows I called them, and had me bailing out on her; emotionally at least, and physically too if the arranged (in hindsight) conflict got too heated. We had our rows to be sure, and for the two or three seeming friends who managed to get me to tell them these tales, they each seemed to have a knowing smirk as I recounted her drama stunts. I couldn't figure that one out, though I did not have any idea then that this was all arranged and also these elicitations of me telling the story.
Anyhow, it is late, and I am going to call this one done for today.
Sunday, December 04, 2011
Cue Noise, then have victim find out his document wasn't saved
12-04-2011, 1045h
That was last night, when 1.5 hours worth of tweaking an email about my SDD upgrade was saved in Yahoo, and when I went back to the Saved as Drafts, why, only part of it was there, the rest didn't save. And my annoyance was extreme as I have had this done to me before, but what was unusual was the pre-harassment noise run up, the fake water in pipes noise from the vacant N. neighbor wall, and to then catch me when I discovered the jerkaround and when screaming infuriated by it.
A very restless night as the first time on the black cot with a white sheet under me and a blue duvet cover on top. And of course the sheets move on me, somehow slipping sideways in the night, even if there was an extra 12" of hanging sheet either side. It was like sleeping on a board, the fabric was so stiff and taut, even if the perp abetting donor claimed they slept on it comfortably for months.
And as I am working for this month at a forest tre nursery, the blog frequency will be down to once a week again, much like the last working spell on the farm.
And what a week it has been, starting the job and going flat-out for 8 hours and finishing at midnight, then sleeping in to 1100h some days, depending on the disruption regimen. That is to say, it has been a week of maximum disruptions and jerkarounds, both on the job and all times. Even more negro gangstalking activity with the one negro woman I met while doing farmwork in 2008, "happening' to be there, and then "happening" to loose her ride, so me "happening" to give her a ride home for three days this past week. But someone else is going to give her a ride for the rest of the work session.
And a crew of 35 or so is putting plug stock seedlings into boxes, first after grading them on the conveyor, stacking them in neat pyramids of 10 (row of 4, then 3, 2, 1) which are conveyed to the wrapping person, having a 6" diameter of shrink wrap some 8" wide, and rolling the stacked bunch of trees together and then putting them on a turntable to then have them packed into boxes by another person. There are box making jobs as well, and we rotate stations every 1.5 hours or so. All manner of perp abetting setups there of course; heated pads and bar to press or cut the shrink wrap, the tree seedlings themselves of course, the 8' diamter 20rpm turntable 6" behind my butt when wrapping, the brown boxes with lighter brown inserted bags to contain moisture, the soil spillings down my front and on it goes.
The crew is a motley assortment of native Indians, one aforementioned negro woman and a few Asians and a half dozen Caucasians in the mix. I am given the social leper treatment for no apparent reason, nothing unusual about that given the current train of abuse that is so consistent as it is relentless. Though, every so often one breaks the mold and becomes friendly for a while, the negro woman being the first. Though she was avoidant for a day, then chatty to then be bitchy for no reason, especially when she should of been in supplication mode for a ride back into downtown at the midnight shift end . I get the usual pattern of sudden dead-stop conversations, where it seems they want to get me to a certain point and then they cease, even in a three-way conversation. I also get plenty of the stand-next-to-me-for-absolutely-no-reason stalkings, not to mention even more curious back-and-forths where a Fuckwit co-worker goes past for no seeming reason, putzes on something way outside their station, and then comes back. There is the tell-me-half-the-job-but-let-me-find-out-the-rest-while-on-the-job games, coming from the forewoman, business manager and those who should know better. Why they do this I have no idea. Then on the first full shift on Monday, the business owner gangstalking, the German man in his 60's in his black ski pants was back-and-forthing, putzing around and even giving me some helpful training tips on wrapping the seedling bundles. Then he hasn't come back, in keeping with another gangstalking flavor, having the business owner come out for a victim tour. Some of the big fat native Indian males have taken to pounding the conveyor belt in some kind of drumming fashion, obviously arranged so that they aren't busy while I am. The walk-straight-at-me games are also scripted, as are the hoodie-hang-abouts in the dark at the garage door entrances. I go to the lunch room to keep warm, but at least half the crew strangely stands around for their two half hour breaks we have in out eight hour shifts.
Other Unfavored freak demographics have been the large gutted males, overweight native Indians, a Caucasian skinhead, the army combat fatigues, male ponytails, redcoats and red hoodies, and a few others. And only one Favored demographic person, a 30-ish female on the permanent staff in jet black hair to her shoulders, looking very trim even if also wearing combat fatigues colored pants, and being as dishy as a freckle faced woman can be. She likes, or more like, is assigned to loiter around me sometimes for seeming unneeded reasons, and also is arranged to be in my line of view more often than would be expectable. Not to mention cruising in close behind me at the end of the conveyor, and artfully being exactly in the way at the exact moment I turned to place three bunches of seedling onto the turntable. All to get in close, and then surprise me for whatever reason the perps have.
Other games this week have been to have me do a first-time ever back to back legs shave followed by a face and torso shave. The perps have always had me do these separately, the legs shave being once per week in the late evening with a Wilkinson triple razor, and the face and torso together each day with the Gillette twin razor. But as I am effectively staying at my perp-abetting mother's as part of the evening time vehicle borrowing arrangement, I don't do a full torso shave when there. If I get up early, I will get the bus and do a full torso shave at my place. All manner of combinations of shave areas, razor blade selection and location of shaving are being exercised by the perps, along with now using a long-stored razor handle. It is all too exciting for them, these arrangements to have me shave in differing combinations, permutations and locations and differing shaving foam. That I sold my bed to facilitate moving also added to this week's games, as the above mentioned sleeping arrangements have also added to the disruption games. Regular readers will know that the perps put no end of effort to mess with my bedding, its colors, its laundering and whatever residual color/energy effects they seem to be looking for by remote means.
And more hacking of my email account, even after I changed my password which is rated as "strong". the Gmail anti-spam thing continues as the reason/obstruction in attempting to create a new account, and switching to Yahoo dot ca is also fraught with uncertainty. No one is making it easy, that is for sure.
1300h
More clunking from overhead while eating lunch. This clunking started up here about 6 months ago, and is identical to the garbage chute noises of the place I had, 2006 to 2007. This apartment is well away from the garbage chute noieses of this building, and I haven't heard anything in the prior 3.5 years. All of a sudden the noise starts up as if it were from the long ago building. I am going to call this blog done for the week, and will attempt another then. though I will be driving to Penticton to look at accomodation.
That was last night, when 1.5 hours worth of tweaking an email about my SDD upgrade was saved in Yahoo, and when I went back to the Saved as Drafts, why, only part of it was there, the rest didn't save. And my annoyance was extreme as I have had this done to me before, but what was unusual was the pre-harassment noise run up, the fake water in pipes noise from the vacant N. neighbor wall, and to then catch me when I discovered the jerkaround and when screaming infuriated by it.
A very restless night as the first time on the black cot with a white sheet under me and a blue duvet cover on top. And of course the sheets move on me, somehow slipping sideways in the night, even if there was an extra 12" of hanging sheet either side. It was like sleeping on a board, the fabric was so stiff and taut, even if the perp abetting donor claimed they slept on it comfortably for months.
And as I am working for this month at a forest tre nursery, the blog frequency will be down to once a week again, much like the last working spell on the farm.
And what a week it has been, starting the job and going flat-out for 8 hours and finishing at midnight, then sleeping in to 1100h some days, depending on the disruption regimen. That is to say, it has been a week of maximum disruptions and jerkarounds, both on the job and all times. Even more negro gangstalking activity with the one negro woman I met while doing farmwork in 2008, "happening' to be there, and then "happening" to loose her ride, so me "happening" to give her a ride home for three days this past week. But someone else is going to give her a ride for the rest of the work session.
And a crew of 35 or so is putting plug stock seedlings into boxes, first after grading them on the conveyor, stacking them in neat pyramids of 10 (row of 4, then 3, 2, 1) which are conveyed to the wrapping person, having a 6" diameter of shrink wrap some 8" wide, and rolling the stacked bunch of trees together and then putting them on a turntable to then have them packed into boxes by another person. There are box making jobs as well, and we rotate stations every 1.5 hours or so. All manner of perp abetting setups there of course; heated pads and bar to press or cut the shrink wrap, the tree seedlings themselves of course, the 8' diamter 20rpm turntable 6" behind my butt when wrapping, the brown boxes with lighter brown inserted bags to contain moisture, the soil spillings down my front and on it goes.
The crew is a motley assortment of native Indians, one aforementioned negro woman and a few Asians and a half dozen Caucasians in the mix. I am given the social leper treatment for no apparent reason, nothing unusual about that given the current train of abuse that is so consistent as it is relentless. Though, every so often one breaks the mold and becomes friendly for a while, the negro woman being the first. Though she was avoidant for a day, then chatty to then be bitchy for no reason, especially when she should of been in supplication mode for a ride back into downtown at the midnight shift end . I get the usual pattern of sudden dead-stop conversations, where it seems they want to get me to a certain point and then they cease, even in a three-way conversation. I also get plenty of the stand-next-to-me-for-absolutely-no-reason stalkings, not to mention even more curious back-and-forths where a Fuckwit co-worker goes past for no seeming reason, putzes on something way outside their station, and then comes back. There is the tell-me-half-the-job-but-let-me-find-out-the-rest-while-on-the-job games, coming from the forewoman, business manager and those who should know better. Why they do this I have no idea. Then on the first full shift on Monday, the business owner gangstalking, the German man in his 60's in his black ski pants was back-and-forthing, putzing around and even giving me some helpful training tips on wrapping the seedling bundles. Then he hasn't come back, in keeping with another gangstalking flavor, having the business owner come out for a victim tour. Some of the big fat native Indian males have taken to pounding the conveyor belt in some kind of drumming fashion, obviously arranged so that they aren't busy while I am. The walk-straight-at-me games are also scripted, as are the hoodie-hang-abouts in the dark at the garage door entrances. I go to the lunch room to keep warm, but at least half the crew strangely stands around for their two half hour breaks we have in out eight hour shifts.
Other Unfavored freak demographics have been the large gutted males, overweight native Indians, a Caucasian skinhead, the army combat fatigues, male ponytails, redcoats and red hoodies, and a few others. And only one Favored demographic person, a 30-ish female on the permanent staff in jet black hair to her shoulders, looking very trim even if also wearing combat fatigues colored pants, and being as dishy as a freckle faced woman can be. She likes, or more like, is assigned to loiter around me sometimes for seeming unneeded reasons, and also is arranged to be in my line of view more often than would be expectable. Not to mention cruising in close behind me at the end of the conveyor, and artfully being exactly in the way at the exact moment I turned to place three bunches of seedling onto the turntable. All to get in close, and then surprise me for whatever reason the perps have.
Other games this week have been to have me do a first-time ever back to back legs shave followed by a face and torso shave. The perps have always had me do these separately, the legs shave being once per week in the late evening with a Wilkinson triple razor, and the face and torso together each day with the Gillette twin razor. But as I am effectively staying at my perp-abetting mother's as part of the evening time vehicle borrowing arrangement, I don't do a full torso shave when there. If I get up early, I will get the bus and do a full torso shave at my place. All manner of combinations of shave areas, razor blade selection and location of shaving are being exercised by the perps, along with now using a long-stored razor handle. It is all too exciting for them, these arrangements to have me shave in differing combinations, permutations and locations and differing shaving foam. That I sold my bed to facilitate moving also added to this week's games, as the above mentioned sleeping arrangements have also added to the disruption games. Regular readers will know that the perps put no end of effort to mess with my bedding, its colors, its laundering and whatever residual color/energy effects they seem to be looking for by remote means.
And more hacking of my email account, even after I changed my password which is rated as "strong". the Gmail anti-spam thing continues as the reason/obstruction in attempting to create a new account, and switching to Yahoo dot ca is also fraught with uncertainty. No one is making it easy, that is for sure.
1300h
More clunking from overhead while eating lunch. This clunking started up here about 6 months ago, and is identical to the garbage chute noises of the place I had, 2006 to 2007. This apartment is well away from the garbage chute noieses of this building, and I haven't heard anything in the prior 3.5 years. All of a sudden the noise starts up as if it were from the long ago building. I am going to call this blog done for the week, and will attempt another then. though I will be driving to Penticton to look at accomodation.
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