09-09-2019
I am doing some on-off labor for a person who has a viticulture services business. He is keeping me somewhat busy on his personal property, an acreage, where he is putting in vines. Like any farm, hobby or bigger, there is no end of things to deal with, and today I was splitting firewood rounds for him. Not the old fashioned way with a maul, wedges and sledges thankfully, but with a rented hydraulic powered wood splitter. What a treat to use, and lo..., if the perps didn't exercise their fuckery whenever I use a new tool, machine or device, or software. A single hydraulic lever, forward and back, and only when I applied force on the lever. Sure enough they had me send it forward when I wanted it to go in the opposite direction, and vice versa, their usual tool operation fuckery, that even extends to operating a light switch or any other off-on binary switch. Though nothing major and no dangerous events. A reprieve of a kind.
The Psychopaths have long had an interest in me being around wood, and I suppose being a forester served their agenda in that respect too. And what is it about wood and all its properties that so interests the perps about, yet another plant material, even if it isn't alive. This is speculative of course, but it must be they they channel some kind of energy such that they grow tall and vertical, and presumably have some kind of signature retention of that energy. Otherwise, it would be easier for the trees to grow along the ground, which of course they don't.
Due to my extra wood splitting tasks, I was later than planned for yoga, and the "usual" crush of unusually prompt yogis erupted in this circumstance, displacing me from my regular location on the opposite side of the room from the entry door. At least 16 there, of which five dudes, three of whom who seem to "need" to remove their shirts. An absurd eruption of decorum in my view, one of them being a particularly languid and flabby specimen and seeming having never been to yoga before, anywhere, not just this class. So if you are a flabby and untanned middle aged male and haven't been to yoga before, or at least this studio, would you really go shirtless? I think not, unless you are instructed to do so.
(And if you think I am being overly analytical about attendance of the other yogis, there was a class about four years ago, when at class end, the male instructor thanked everyone for coming, and then added, "especially those who came on short notice". Like WTF; who gets notice to come to yoga, especially many, not just one person. Talk about a gimme as to orchestrated yoga class attendance.)
As "usual" about five or so yogis I had seen before, and the rest came from I don't know where in this long running TI Victim Tour called yoga class. One of the quasi-regulars is this young blonde woman, about 160lb I reckon, just getting a little extra weight on her but nothing disgusting. She is big for sure, and almost my height, and she had a bikini top on to reveal a bare midriff. And what was more attractive is that she has no tattoos, none. In past classes she "happened" (at least 4x, the only times that she has come to class), to set up beside me on my R side at the next mat. So today, while I was barrelling in later than when I wanted, but before class start, she "happened" to precede me and set her mat down and with the room near packed (at 1720h for a 1730h start), I set my mat up beside her near the entry door. This would be the first time (of about five times) where the sequence of our arrivals was reversed. And furthermore, I was forced to place my mat near the only entry door as this location becomes a big cluster fuck every class.
I don't know this woman at all, and she scoots out quickly when class is over, but during class she seemed so annoyed/pissed, though not at anyone or anything that I could detect. Doesn't one go to yoga class to enjoy it to some extent?
I wasn't kept tattoo-view free in yoga though, in keeping with this particular odious trait of the Pscyhopaths to show me this Unfavored feature; one of the shirtless dudes in my usual mat location had a major fugly tattoo run down his L arm that was facing me. Well done; bring in a new shirtless yogi dude with a tats down his L arm who somehow "finds" my usual mat location (90% of my visits), just so I can see them from the other side of the room, a location that I have studiously avoided placing my mat. Having the regular blonde babe beside me in the same orientation (on my R side) fits the long running Psychopathic stalking pattern of placing the babe, (blonde is even more Favored), close by and having the Unfavored (unsightly) Fuckwit tattoo-splattered dude further away (10' past the blonde in this case), as if she was some kind of distant-dependent elicitation of auric goodness/gorgeousness (Favorable image) that needed to be compared to the more distant Fugly Fuckwit (decidedly Unfavored on two accounts). Go figure; this particular stalking vignette has been so incredibly consistent, the stalking stunt of a close-by blonde and further away male Fuckwit.
It did not escape my attention that after I arrived, still 10 minutes before class start, there were a few more yogis coming in, about two or so, one being the above mentioned dude with the fugly tattoos. He asked me if he could sit in front of me, and I said sure, or the other end of the instructor's mate, and he took the latter option. And lo, if some of the other mat dwellers didn't then proceed to shuffle their mats and make room for him, which as mentioned above, is my usual mat location. How is it that nobody does me these favors, the few times I come late? I get it, in fact I got it long ago; I am the pariah, either recognizably so by some means, for possibly have been instructed about with all other attendees as orchestrated shills, possibly having a prior rehearsal as it seemed by way of one instructor's verbal slip a while back. Why does this shit go on and on in such predictable patterns?
09-11-2019
Another MS Windows upgrade, and another take-out (or crash if you prefer) of my audio functionality. I checked the Event Log, and yes, there was a security patch update today. That is, nothing at the operating system level, so what gives? I think we are getting close to 15 occurrences of this event this year, and the year isn't done yet. Sometimes the Psychopaths mimic this problem by causing a momentary (or longer) power outage which resets the external amplifier to zero and fakes me out for a time (minutes to days) until I discover that it isn't the PC itself. Funny how they like to create a regular problem (Windows updates killing the audio) and then arrange to have the same problem caused by another means (though only two of the power outage causes this year). Go figure.
I went swimming for exercise last night, the first time in 20 years, as I never found the right swim club when I moved to Seattle in 1999. It went well, though only for 30 minutes as there was no coach. Only two other swimmers, both friendly enough. The usual locker room coincidence, even if hardly anyone there, where someone "happens" to be using the locker next to mine. Tiresome to say the least.
And all day ear ringing, especially in my R ear which still seems to have water in it. I have never, ever, in 15 years of club swimming (3x/week) had water-in-the ear issues that went longer than the same day. And now, a whole fucking day of extra loud ear ringing, slightly impaired (or different) hearing, and the sensation of something in my ear. I tried at least 4x with Q-tips, alcohol, head shaking and the rest of it, all to no avail. Another never-before stunt that just "happens" to erupt after not having done a fitness swim in 20 years. Well done assholes. Nothing like exploiting a new event, or at least, one that hasn't been undertaken in a long time, in the minds of the Psychopaths.
09-11-2019
Another arranged coincidence to maximize my
infuriation and inconvenience. I applied for a winery labor job last
Friday, five days ago, and I had plenty of experience to at least get
considered IMHO. That the job posting had just been extended by a month a
few days earlier was a possible tip-off that they were still looking
for someone. On the following Monday I had a day job, which would of
been a likely day for a response to my job application. And lo, if I
didn't "somehow" forget (read, forced "forget") to take my cell phone
with me that day for work. As I was heading out the door, I sighted the
phone, but put on my work vest as it has the pockets to put the phone
in. And somehow in this intervening interval of 15 seconds or so, I
"somehow" forgot to put the phone in the vest pocket. This is a new level
of unbelievable of micro-managed neural intrusion. I have never,
ever, had such an incidence of such goldfish memory. And yet the
assholes pulled this in the most deliberate fashion. Their usual
strategy to fuck with me like this is to create some issues, e.g., being
late, and frazz the shit out of me and use this as the nominal reason for "forgetting"
something that was so plainly obvious.
And in keeping
with this forced "forget" stunt of not taking my cell phone to work,
they nearly always have someone phone me while the phone sits unattended
at my residence, who then gets voice mail, leaving a message, all
to force protracted contact (if at all) with the person who left the
message. That is, to cause rounds of phone tag, usually going on for
days, (often over a weekend, like this instance) before an actual real-time phone conversation occurs. Sure enough,
the prospective employer phones on Monday and leaves a message, name
and phone number. I phone early the next day and no answer, so I leave a
message. As it "happened" I was working only 500m from this same
prospective employer, and I stopped by there after work, explained my
phone tag problem to the polite tasting room person who phoned for the
same person, but again, he wasn't answering his phone. Now two days
after the person called, still no response.
Like WTF;
what is the fucking point of jerking my ass around as to when I carry my
phone on my person just so I miss a call on a day when it was totally expectable? I get 2-4 calls a week at
best, and this would of been an expected call on this day, and it just
so "happens" I get nailed with a severe and never-before case of goldfish memory neural
intrusion just to fuck up this whole episode and protract real time
contact. (Yet to be fulfilled). Which is what they have done repeatedly all my existence. That I am pissed is an understatement, and it being so obvious makes it worse.
And in
case you think I am prone to phone-forgetting, I am not. Sure, maybe
twice per work season/year, and this is the first instance this year (as
I recall). So here I am, waiting for an important call on this very
day, and I get nailed with a "forget" just so I miss the call. Thanks
a bunch assholes.
Other related games of forced phone-tag (or delayed contact initiation) is for them to mess with my phone so it rings off just when I grasp it, not touching any of the highly inconveniently placed buttons or touch screen in the process. Another is to find that I had a call with no ringing, just a message some hours later. Also dropping the phone (forced fumbling) just as I am picking it up is another one of their stunts, which suddenly rings off. I have no concept why a multi-billion dollar budgeted human harassment and nonconsensual experimentation agency has a need to fuck with me over answering a phone, but they have been absolutely relentless and consistent about this ever since they intruded and went berserk/overt in 04-2002.
09-12-2019
Well, it seems that my above analysis of my extended water-in-the-ear was incorrect. The sensation of ringing and something in my R ear continued all day today, along with an elevation of body temperature. So.... the bastards gave me an ear infection, again playing fake-out, and having me think it was one condition, when it was another. I have never had an ear infection before, so forgive me in thinking it was a regular post-swimming outcome. I hope the infection subsides and I don't need to do a round of antibiotics, another perp interest that I have come to learn. Add that one to the list of Never-Befores, because in some 13 years of fitness swimming, 3x/week, I have never had an ear infection. I go once after an absence from swimming, and what "happens"? I get an ear infection from my first visit. Well done assholes.
Putting in vineyard trellis posts today; the holes were dug by a machine thankfully, as the ground is hard and full of rocks. It was my job to use the level and ensure that the posts were plumb and aligned and then I filled and packed the hole, keeping the post still plumb. All was good, and only one ornery post just wouldn't go plumb.
The above mentioned prospective job interest turned out to be a big nothing; the winery doesn't need any more staff. Well, it seemed they did four days ago, but the next business day after, they didn't. Expect me to believe that given the number of fake-outs, futility missions and related fuckery I have been through these past 17 years of this relentless abuse-athon? And I do find it interesting, this case being one, where "no prior experience needed" is stated in the posting, and I have plenty of experience and I don't even get an interview. Or even an expression of future interest, say, "how about you come by so we can talk about vineyard (not winery) work for 01-2020?" Nope; that shit never happens, and it doesn't matter how starved the winery and grape growing industry is of competent and loyal workers, they either don't think 4 months ahead, or else someone is jerking their chain IMHO. I suspect it is the latter, as they indicated in the ad that there may be future employment in the new year after the harvest is done, end of 10-2019. So much for that.
09-13-2019
Another round of job prospect fuckery made itself plain this morning. I get a text from somebody I didn't know from my former employer on the construction site last year. The job finished up back in 12-2019, but a second renovation phase of the extant building was begun this year. I asked around with former co-workers, if the company gets the job, and if they need a laborer, give me a call. Nada. And today, by way of inadvertent text message I learn that my pissy Russian co-worker got the job. Nice, huh? (For the record, I did reply to the inadvertent text to ensure they sent it to wrong person, and didn't get the name wrong). Not even an interview for crissakes.
Onto the doctor today to get my R ear looked at; a 30 minute wait in the office, not so bad as these walk-in clinics go and no major freak show specimens (Unfavoreds) in the waiting area. He flushed my ear with lots of warm water, but nothing came out. So.... yet more antibiotics, which just pisses me off no end. The Psychopaths have been exploiting their use as a reason to create other (embarrassing) problems, and I was sincerely hoping that I was done with this act, as the the last three years I have been least 3x/year. And lo, just when the side-effects clear up, why, another fucking round of antibiotics. Lets see; I have had antibiotics in me, on my skin, on my R big toe, in my eye, and now in my ear. Aren't we done this one yet?
The MS-Magicware was enacted earlier, and lo, if the audio wasn't working again, all day. But, in the evening, after returning from the grocery store, (and a busy gangstalking time it was, with one Fuckwit on multiple staring passes), I come home to put on some movie streaming, and lo, if MS didn't pull another install and killed the audio. Call it another one of those senseless and relentless perp dashed expectations stunts, one of the many forms of the managed and intensified adversity that suddenly erupted 04-2002 and hasn't let up.
I saw an interesting construction job advertised about three days ago. And just like last week, "somehow" I didn't pull it together and get a resume and response off until late this afternoon (Friday). Which is the identical timing and circumstance of responding the above mentioned winery harvest job. So what is the point of the assholes running interference so that they delay my job ad responses so they "hang" over the weekend? This is a specific example, but they pull this shit all the time, or else flat out block me altogether, or else pull the ad prematurely. I don't get it; why does some insane organization who I don't know, need to run interference, or otherwise delay, just about every plan or intention I ever make? And if it has suddenly intensified since 04-2002 when they first went berserk/overt, then it isn't ADD in the least.
09-15-2019
A landscape job with the owner of a vineyard, and my former employer, yesterday. Some light rain, enough for us to put things under cover and get rain jackets on and then it backed off. I cannot possibly estimate the number of these inconvenient-but-short weather changes that force these temporary changes in clothing (as in putting on rain gear), but I reckon that these have tripled since the onset of this abuse-athon in 04-2002.
It was a roundelay of tasks yesterday; landscaping, then loading the pickup truck with it and additional garbage, then lopping off overhanging branches over the driveway, debris removing with the leaf blower, cutting a weed stump with a chainsaw and then applying herbicide, re-organizing the pickup load and then taking the truck to the landfill and doing a tour of the differing dump piles; glass and cardboard recycle, metals, vegetation piles and finally the refuse. As regular readers will know, this was quite a whirlwind tour of all Psychpath/Perp favorite tasks and activities; and especially the landfilll. They just cannot get enough of me visiting landfills and traversing and dumping in the various piles. Don't ask why, as I don't know.
The vegetative material has long been a gangstalking prop from the get go though, starting in 04-2002 even. The sudden predominance of landscaping vehicles packing vegetative matter such as lawn clippings, shrub cutting etc. didn't go unnoticed then, and they are still at it. And having me work in farm and vineyards these past 11 years likely serves the same purpose, though I don't know what.
Rain all day today, which is very unusual, and that kept me from going hiking. I later went to Oliver to pick up 4lb of basil for pesto making, and the vehicular gangstalking scene seemed rather heavy for that time. Nothing dangerous or outrageous thankfully.
Enough for a posting I reckon and to call this one done.
Showing posts with label never before behavior. Show all posts
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Sunday, September 15, 2019
Sunday, November 18, 2018
Hospital Construction Job
This millwork installation laboring gig started Aug. 15 this year, and the boss man tells me that it will take another 4 weeks. I am OK with that as it pays a whole lot better than vineyard work. But the general contractor has this intense drive to not only keep up appearances of completion by Dec. 15, but goes to ludicrous lengths to move the trades' supplies and distributed installation materiel around, as if this was some kind of broad hint. The latest is that all trades materiel, tool boxes, and temporary offices must be off the site by Nov. 24. This is patently absurd given the level of progress, and the best one can hope for is that they allow us to operate from the adjacent parkade, unheated as it is. This too is a problem, as some trades require their materials to be at room temperature so glues will properly set. And the general contractor's habit of piling one trade on top of another and creating logistical inefficiencies hasn't gone unnoticed either. Nor their seeming indifference to permitting ready egress to the building. For example, three level one (ground) accesses (all of them) were blocked by trade work today, and we had to enter and exit via level 2, via the parkade. This wouldn't be permitted under the safety regulations in the first place, and it just seems so utterly absurd they they don't seem to know which access is blocked when. Everyone 's patience is stretched to say the least, and I am a relative latecomer so I am nowhere near as burnt out as most.
Today we discover, that someone came in yesterday on a statutory holiday and applied caulking to the chair rails we had been installing these past five weeks.Owing to the premature arrival of the office furniture we have been hampered in making progress in getting the chair rails done earlier. We are nearly done the chair rail installation today and were getting geared up to do caulking, and now find someone did a totally shit job, first by using the wrong caulking type. They used a clear type, which if ill applied (usually the case) actually magnifies the gaps and makes them look worse. Naturally the general contractor never told my boss, or the wall covering boss, that this was in the works, and proceeded unilaterally with this shit job all in the name of expediting their notion of "completion". As it "happened" even the supervisor level general contractor personnel were remarking on the awful caulking job as I was exiting a room.
Last week the hospital beds arrived, and I suppose this is a big deal as they look very high tech with lots of features etc. And of course each one is very expensive, so I imagine there was a tight inventory count as well. Today the TV screens arrived, a special "health care" version that doesn't allow germs on the inside. Don't ask me how much those each cost.
Anyhow, I find it most curious as to how all this is going to go down with the client in the end, and how much of it the general contractor is going to wear.
And so today, as we were finishing up on chair rail installation on the final level, we find that there was a stash of our chair rail stock on another floor. As it "happened" last week, in the middle of moving all this stock to the next floor, the painter "happened" to arrive in the middle of this job and then blocked the door and effectively prevented us from getting all of it moved. Today, while collecting our stock I discover we had extra on the floor below in this same room. Some fucking idiot had stashed about 15 3' boards, each 8" wide on a new patient bed for crissakes when they had been on the floor and perfectly out of everyone's (other trades) way. Who would do something so fucking stupid? Not only that, but when I entered this room, this male painter was sitting on the bed (3' high off the floor) beside these chair rail boards and doing absolutely squat, except staring out the window and swinging his legs. I made about five trips to retrieve the chair rail stock that was on the floor in this room and moved it to the elevator lobby in advance of taking it downstairs to a central location, but this painter kept on sitting on the patient bed all the while. Eventually (over a time span of 15 minutes) I had to move the chair rail boards that were beside him, and did the obligatory apologies and "excuse me's" etc., and removed them. Like WTF; this painter (an extreme red flag as he may have fresh paint on his clothes) sits on a new patient bed (which never should be done by any tradesman whatsoever as these things had only been delivered last week) and then sits there for 15 minutes while I retrieve this chair rail stock (8" wide boards) from the room, and then the shorter boards from the bed beside him (where they never, ever, should of been as they were in an innocuous location on the floor nearby only two days ago). And apart from him verbally responding to my apologia, he doesn't get off the bed, and just sits there facing the window, explaining nothing. It was IMHO, an utterly bizarre Fellini film-like perverse behavioral/context juxtaposition if there ever was one, just in a construction context. Go figure.
Even now, some five hours later as I write this, I cannot believe that someone would be posted (stalking essentially) in such idiotic circumstances, with such an idiotic set of precursory actions. That is, why would anyone put all these chair rail boards on the bed in the first place when it was clear that all the painters had to do was put a drop cloth on them when the boards were on the floor in an innocuous location. Which is in fact what the painters initially did last week. And then the prior "bad timing" of having the painters arrive and block egress to the room (twice in two days) when we wanted to remove all the chair rail boards in the first place. And then the subsequent "memory failure" of me and my co-worker (who has an excellent memory) in "forgetting" these chair rail boards were in this patient room when we had moved all the long boards upstairs immediately beforehand. In fact, earlier today, I remarked to my co-worker as to where did all the shorter chair rail boards go as we had plenty on the floor below. All I got from him was some vague blather that they all got used up (as he was doing the retrieving for cutting them to length). Talk about an orchestrated shit show, and this took place in consecutive increments over five days. It was yet another happen-chance and coincidence confluence with a finale of utterly bizarre behavior (the painter sitting there on a new patient bed and doing nothing but looking out the window). And of course this character never explained one bit as to what he was doing during all of this. I don't get treated to these Fellini film moments very often these days, but this was one for the ages.
[And given the extensive number of typos, not to mention countless screaming at the assholes for this wholesale fine motor skill assault, with added sneezes at a much greater than usual frequency, while composing the above "Fellini" bizarre-ness, and the constant edit box pop-ups for no seeming reason, it just seems that the Psychopaths have an inordinate interest in having me recount their utter inanity, scripted to the enth degree no doubt].
And to get it back to "normal' for the Psychopathic perps; just leave me the fuck alone, I have suffered enough. A lifetime of ADD and all the cognitive difficulties is more than enough, never mind the callous First Feral Family assholes all the while, and in on this insane travesty with additional imposed adversity. Then the Psychopathic berserk/overt abuse-athon began in 04-2002 and it hasn't let up since. I will take watching a Fellini film any day, rather than being a scripted stooge for an insane Psychopathic Confederate agenda.
11-15-2018
Does the intense stalking at the construction site ever end? Now with less trades dudes around, it seems the stalking duties are falling on fewer, who re-double their efforts to make up for less dude flux. And the number of dude-events that "happen" to pop around the corner just as I am making the same corner has increased considerably. And too, the ones who follow me up and down the stairs, along with the tag team play, where one takes off another comes along to replace him. Ditto for the elevator lobby. I also get plenty of help at doors, which I am grateful for as I am usually packing a dolly with 6-9 8' MDF boards, which is a heavy load.
Another continuing stalker plague are the group of E. Indians who are responsible for cleaning. And they have developed a new tactic to deal with me when I am transiting two floors with relative frequency. I was working on level 6, and had to get material on level 1, and back and forth a number of times. And what do they do? Why, they split apart with about 3-4 each on level 6 where I was working, and then on level 1 just outside our trades office. Well done. The Portable Plague of Gangstalkers, this time with an ethnic focus.
And still the pit lamping on me from headlights in the morning when I get out of my vehicle at 0630h. Same deal as before; just leave me the fuck alone, I have had enough.
Enough bullshit for a week, and onto to getting this one posted.
Monday, May 25, 2015
Dumbed Down
Finally, I got my story as a permanent page on this here Blogspot; 27pp, and to be read at your leisure. And it hasn't been updated since 09-2003, and I am a whole lot wiser as to this entire caper now, and as a result, a very much having an acquired conspiratorial perspective that isn't fully divulged in the blog postings.This story was on other TI web sites in the long past (to 2003), but it seems a number of them have been taken down since first written. But now that Blogspot will accept more static Pages (as they call them for some obscure(ing?)) reason, this as-written-then count stands as the definitive account of the onset of the high harassment/perp berserk/overt debut of this continuing and relentless life trashing, aka the life of a nonconsensual human experimentation subject in vivo.
It is flat text document and I shall update it with a linkable Table of Contents sometime, and the next version if I can ever be allowed to get a handle on creating a TOC linked document.
05-19-2015
I felt like I got clobbered in the head today; slow (aka "thick") thinking, not on the ball, and plain dumbed down. Even things that I am readily familiar with seemed to be new perceptions.
At the vineyard, I needed to mix some oil into the gasoline for two cycle motors at 50:1 and I could not figure it out. The table on the back of the oil bottle didn't include a 5L amount, so I had to calculate it myself. Only when I returned to the shed did I have a clue as to how to calculate it. Never have I been so dumbed down as this before, not forgetting that I mixed portions frequently in the course of my winemaking duties, 2012 to 2014. And surely I have mentioned that the perps are obsessed over measurements, calculations and determinations in this blog before? Many times, and it would seem to be another level of interest on top of total and complete remotely invoked mind control. Other levels of their interest would be whenever I make a decisions, the anisotropic qualities of ... vitamin D, .. sun tanning etc.
Later, in the evening (this added in the next day), I got nailed with a 2.5 hour nap attack, effectively decimating my evening. It took me a half hour to get up, all to brush my teeth, disrobe, wash my face and go back to bed for a night's sleep. As usual, there was no sleep deficit I had any need to make up for.
05-20-2015
Wednesday, yoga with the beer gutted guy instructor and bald head. But he is growing a beard, all in the name of decoding my abreactions to male features I reckon.
Rare that I have dinner before yoga at 1715h, but I did today as I am starting vineyard work at 0700h and finish at 1500h. That extra hour to do errands makes a big difference, and too, more likelihood to have an earlier dinner. The yoga crowd was 6 females, and they put the most decrepit one next to me, her and her very heavy breathing.
Mostly on shoot thinning today at the vineyard, though some wine case lifting and relocating with the boss lady as well. She seems to suffer in the heat, and it was at least 25C today, and little or no cloud. As regular readers will know, my ability to tolerate hot weather has gone up markedly since 2010 when the perps adjusted my thermal tolerance from about 25C, (77F) when I would normally wilt, to over 40C (104F). Last year I did a two hour hike at the latter temperature and it was no problem. It is one of their few intrusions that I benefit from, and would sorely miss this new-found thermal tolerance capability.
A new tasting room worker started today, she curiously doing two back and forths across the vineyard on the driveway in her red BMW. I met her yesterday, and her hair was in long tresses. Today, she had her hair frizzed up; not only did it get cut, but frizzed too. And why do the perps arrange this, as it has happened more than once before. All to fool me momentarily it would seem. The perps like to arrange momentary lack of cognition, and I assume, are getting better at it all the time.
And they pulled this at yoga too, the substitute desk person had her hair in a bun just like the regular woman at the desk.
05-21-2015
An astounding act of fuckery today at the specialty grocery store, extra crowded because of a 20% off sale. Not only was the wait longer, but the customer/gangstalker ahead of me did the linger-at-the-checkout stunt, but eventually moved on, or so I thought. My items were rung through the till, and I was in the middle of paying on the debit card machine, and lo, if there isn't someone banging at my crotch region, which caused me to jump and look for the cause. The elderly woman, one of the elder-couple ahead of me stayed back and decided she needed the newest copy of the free health care magazine called Alive. Said magazine was in a small 2" thick vertical rack at the checkoput, below the debit card machine. Not only did this colossal dipshit walk by this very rack and "forgot", but then some "remembered" when it was not in sight as I was covering it while at the debit card machine, but had the incredible temerity to attempt to reach around me without so much as an "excuse me", and fumble for it at my crotch region. I was totally incensed, but also governed to tone it down, and say something like "what are you doing?, I am in the middle of transacting at the debit card machine for crissakes!" Of course I wasn't allowed to publicly accuse/exploit the notion that she was grabbing at my crotch, which would of been a zinger to put this person in their place. I cannot believe the number of times this basic plain manners gets ignored and some asshole is attempting yet another personal space incursion. And note, it was adroitly timed while I was keying in my password on the debit card machine. And have I long complained about outrageous, as well as the new "normal" of extra gangstalking attention when making financial transactions? This is just the latest in rude and senseless public abuses.
That stunt was preceded by another stool test result I collected and turned in. Not only was there super crowded roads, this at 1530 to 1630h, and stops at the above mentioned grocery store, drop-in clinic, and then LD to get the Rx submitted. The whole town goes nuts because I turned in a stool sample, upping the ante with above mentioned public crotch grabbing.
The drop-in doctor is normally putting on a shitless look each time I see her, but today she was smiling and trying to be sociable. Instead, it was the intern kid at the RX counter at LD who looked scared shitless, though she tried to lighten up at the end.
05-23-2015
Saturday, got up early to get to the laundromat and then the public farmers market before the crowds came on. I got two bags of salad and one of basil, and was out of there in five minutes or less. It was Fat Girl gangstalk time; there were at least four of them covering me from my car, 100m to the market, and then back again. Plus at least three more along the driving route back to the laundromat.
Normally the perps keep me off salads for month at a time, no matter the season, but they seem to be allowing this kind of food more often.
Same with eggs; on my 6th dozen this year, when at most, they kept me to 6 eggs for the past 13 years. Call 2015 the "Year that Eggs Were Permitted".
And more Fat Ladies; at the market, on the way home, and lo, when I go downtown again for my legs waxing appointment, it was Fat Ladies With Tattoos. One at the salon had dense tattoos all over her arms. And the ones that I know who kept them covered, why, they rolled up their sleeves today and revealed them. I go next door afterward to get some L-tyrosine, and lo, if the shop assistant isn't waving her tattooed arms around to demonstrate directions to me.
For my waxing, like the past two times, I had the young blonde girl on my L, and the very large instructor on my R. I suppose in talking to the latter about wine and other things, I got more Fat Girl exposure, hence their increased gangstalking numbers on the way home. If I don't like the sight of Fat People, large sprawling guts and all other names for a voluminous convex midriff, I don't understand why legions of Psychopathic Confederates need to present this very visage at every corner, or turn in the road.
The attractive blonde leg wax assistant had the 2" of the tips of her blonde hair done in a fuchsia color. It is a new product they sell, where they can temporarily dye the hair and have it come out in the next hair washing. As the perps routinely like me to see blonde girls, and intersperse freakish and unnatural hair colors, having both on one person is a coup of some kind.
The two waxers stayed on their respective sides, as I flip over once the back of my legs are done, one gets the front of the back of the opposite side. To date, they haven't swapped sides when I flip so one of them gets front and back of the same leg. I am sure this is planned for some future date. It reminds me of the cooked chicken I often purchase, and how the perps like to get the R and L sides mixed up, so I don't know which side the leg is from.
I am sure there must be something to all of this, and I don't know what the perps get out of hair plucking, but they have me doing plenty of it of late. The perps tell me is about some kind of energy vibration, like what the do on crop circles where they cause the crop, usually a grass, to grow at an oblique angle before they press it down in its tytpical patterns, usually a cricle.
Then onto suntanning outside my place on the lawn for a few hours. Still clothed of course, but less than that where I work which has made shirt wearing mandatory.
05-24-2015
A concert last night at the Dream Cafe; shows always start on time at 1900h. But not this time, as the band was doing their sound check at 1830h when I arrived. There might of been some 10 other people in the place. Normally when I come for concerts at this time the place is nearly packed and I am glad for my reservation to get a decent location.
But the show started an hour late at 2000h, and it was most curious that the customers trickled in until then when the venue was nearly full. Like WTF; how did the majority, say, 80% of the audience (about 100 people) somehow know that the show was starting an hour late?
Onto some pictures:
What they do to my bottled water; these bubbles arrive within an hour or so, and they keep it going until it is drunk up. Did I ever mention the perps are utterly obsessed with sources of all my water? Hundreds of times by now.
New, first time washed UA shorts, the ones made shorter by visit to the alterations shop earlier this week (read on). But the assholes decided that they couldn't tolerate a nice pair of smooth spandex shorts, so they roughed up the patch seen in the circle in the second picture below. Not only were the shorts in immaculate (new) condition, but they were washed with the towels and cotton fabrics, and "somehow" got roughened, a telltale perp trick that has been going on for decades. Before they went berserk/overt in 04-2002, I would get these rough patches on sweaters below my chin, as if my beard was the cause, which it wasn't as there was very little contact. I could never figure it out until these rough patches showed up on my clothes after 04-2002, and without the cover story of putative cause. And yes, I am fucking pissed they messed with my new clothes.
And a final insult/assault detailed; the continuing battle of the perps and the length of my spandex shorts. I want mid-thigh length shorts; not an inch longer or shorter. And as it "happens", the latest pair of shorts were to my knees, and I took them to the alterations lady. BUT as it happened, har, har, there was a horizontal seam exactly where I wanted the new hem height, and therefore the new hem had to be above or below. I chose above, and lo, if the shorts with a whole 3" of leg length don't roll up and look like swim trunks, just like my current two pairs. Two years before that I had a pair that wanted altered and the seamstress botched the job and rendered them unwearable. This insane fucking bullshit about not joining the male sloppy shorts crowd continues, and pisses me off all the more that they fucked me around again.
Anyhow, onto posting this for another week.
It is flat text document and I shall update it with a linkable Table of Contents sometime, and the next version if I can ever be allowed to get a handle on creating a TOC linked document.
05-19-2015
I felt like I got clobbered in the head today; slow (aka "thick") thinking, not on the ball, and plain dumbed down. Even things that I am readily familiar with seemed to be new perceptions.
At the vineyard, I needed to mix some oil into the gasoline for two cycle motors at 50:1 and I could not figure it out. The table on the back of the oil bottle didn't include a 5L amount, so I had to calculate it myself. Only when I returned to the shed did I have a clue as to how to calculate it. Never have I been so dumbed down as this before, not forgetting that I mixed portions frequently in the course of my winemaking duties, 2012 to 2014. And surely I have mentioned that the perps are obsessed over measurements, calculations and determinations in this blog before? Many times, and it would seem to be another level of interest on top of total and complete remotely invoked mind control. Other levels of their interest would be whenever I make a decisions, the anisotropic qualities of ... vitamin D, .. sun tanning etc.
Later, in the evening (this added in the next day), I got nailed with a 2.5 hour nap attack, effectively decimating my evening. It took me a half hour to get up, all to brush my teeth, disrobe, wash my face and go back to bed for a night's sleep. As usual, there was no sleep deficit I had any need to make up for.
05-20-2015
Wednesday, yoga with the beer gutted guy instructor and bald head. But he is growing a beard, all in the name of decoding my abreactions to male features I reckon.
Rare that I have dinner before yoga at 1715h, but I did today as I am starting vineyard work at 0700h and finish at 1500h. That extra hour to do errands makes a big difference, and too, more likelihood to have an earlier dinner. The yoga crowd was 6 females, and they put the most decrepit one next to me, her and her very heavy breathing.
Mostly on shoot thinning today at the vineyard, though some wine case lifting and relocating with the boss lady as well. She seems to suffer in the heat, and it was at least 25C today, and little or no cloud. As regular readers will know, my ability to tolerate hot weather has gone up markedly since 2010 when the perps adjusted my thermal tolerance from about 25C, (77F) when I would normally wilt, to over 40C (104F). Last year I did a two hour hike at the latter temperature and it was no problem. It is one of their few intrusions that I benefit from, and would sorely miss this new-found thermal tolerance capability.
A new tasting room worker started today, she curiously doing two back and forths across the vineyard on the driveway in her red BMW. I met her yesterday, and her hair was in long tresses. Today, she had her hair frizzed up; not only did it get cut, but frizzed too. And why do the perps arrange this, as it has happened more than once before. All to fool me momentarily it would seem. The perps like to arrange momentary lack of cognition, and I assume, are getting better at it all the time.
And they pulled this at yoga too, the substitute desk person had her hair in a bun just like the regular woman at the desk.
05-21-2015
An astounding act of fuckery today at the specialty grocery store, extra crowded because of a 20% off sale. Not only was the wait longer, but the customer/gangstalker ahead of me did the linger-at-the-checkout stunt, but eventually moved on, or so I thought. My items were rung through the till, and I was in the middle of paying on the debit card machine, and lo, if there isn't someone banging at my crotch region, which caused me to jump and look for the cause. The elderly woman, one of the elder-couple ahead of me stayed back and decided she needed the newest copy of the free health care magazine called Alive. Said magazine was in a small 2" thick vertical rack at the checkoput, below the debit card machine. Not only did this colossal dipshit walk by this very rack and "forgot", but then some "remembered" when it was not in sight as I was covering it while at the debit card machine, but had the incredible temerity to attempt to reach around me without so much as an "excuse me", and fumble for it at my crotch region. I was totally incensed, but also governed to tone it down, and say something like "what are you doing?, I am in the middle of transacting at the debit card machine for crissakes!" Of course I wasn't allowed to publicly accuse/exploit the notion that she was grabbing at my crotch, which would of been a zinger to put this person in their place. I cannot believe the number of times this basic plain manners gets ignored and some asshole is attempting yet another personal space incursion. And note, it was adroitly timed while I was keying in my password on the debit card machine. And have I long complained about outrageous, as well as the new "normal" of extra gangstalking attention when making financial transactions? This is just the latest in rude and senseless public abuses.
That stunt was preceded by another stool test result I collected and turned in. Not only was there super crowded roads, this at 1530 to 1630h, and stops at the above mentioned grocery store, drop-in clinic, and then LD to get the Rx submitted. The whole town goes nuts because I turned in a stool sample, upping the ante with above mentioned public crotch grabbing.
The drop-in doctor is normally putting on a shitless look each time I see her, but today she was smiling and trying to be sociable. Instead, it was the intern kid at the RX counter at LD who looked scared shitless, though she tried to lighten up at the end.
05-23-2015
Saturday, got up early to get to the laundromat and then the public farmers market before the crowds came on. I got two bags of salad and one of basil, and was out of there in five minutes or less. It was Fat Girl gangstalk time; there were at least four of them covering me from my car, 100m to the market, and then back again. Plus at least three more along the driving route back to the laundromat.
Normally the perps keep me off salads for month at a time, no matter the season, but they seem to be allowing this kind of food more often.
Same with eggs; on my 6th dozen this year, when at most, they kept me to 6 eggs for the past 13 years. Call 2015 the "Year that Eggs Were Permitted".
And more Fat Ladies; at the market, on the way home, and lo, when I go downtown again for my legs waxing appointment, it was Fat Ladies With Tattoos. One at the salon had dense tattoos all over her arms. And the ones that I know who kept them covered, why, they rolled up their sleeves today and revealed them. I go next door afterward to get some L-tyrosine, and lo, if the shop assistant isn't waving her tattooed arms around to demonstrate directions to me.
For my waxing, like the past two times, I had the young blonde girl on my L, and the very large instructor on my R. I suppose in talking to the latter about wine and other things, I got more Fat Girl exposure, hence their increased gangstalking numbers on the way home. If I don't like the sight of Fat People, large sprawling guts and all other names for a voluminous convex midriff, I don't understand why legions of Psychopathic Confederates need to present this very visage at every corner, or turn in the road.
The attractive blonde leg wax assistant had the 2" of the tips of her blonde hair done in a fuchsia color. It is a new product they sell, where they can temporarily dye the hair and have it come out in the next hair washing. As the perps routinely like me to see blonde girls, and intersperse freakish and unnatural hair colors, having both on one person is a coup of some kind.
The two waxers stayed on their respective sides, as I flip over once the back of my legs are done, one gets the front of the back of the opposite side. To date, they haven't swapped sides when I flip so one of them gets front and back of the same leg. I am sure this is planned for some future date. It reminds me of the cooked chicken I often purchase, and how the perps like to get the R and L sides mixed up, so I don't know which side the leg is from.
I am sure there must be something to all of this, and I don't know what the perps get out of hair plucking, but they have me doing plenty of it of late. The perps tell me is about some kind of energy vibration, like what the do on crop circles where they cause the crop, usually a grass, to grow at an oblique angle before they press it down in its tytpical patterns, usually a cricle.
Then onto suntanning outside my place on the lawn for a few hours. Still clothed of course, but less than that where I work which has made shirt wearing mandatory.
05-24-2015
A concert last night at the Dream Cafe; shows always start on time at 1900h. But not this time, as the band was doing their sound check at 1830h when I arrived. There might of been some 10 other people in the place. Normally when I come for concerts at this time the place is nearly packed and I am glad for my reservation to get a decent location.
But the show started an hour late at 2000h, and it was most curious that the customers trickled in until then when the venue was nearly full. Like WTF; how did the majority, say, 80% of the audience (about 100 people) somehow know that the show was starting an hour late?
Onto some pictures:
What they do to my bottled water; these bubbles arrive within an hour or so, and they keep it going until it is drunk up. Did I ever mention the perps are utterly obsessed with sources of all my water? Hundreds of times by now.
New, first time washed UA shorts, the ones made shorter by visit to the alterations shop earlier this week (read on). But the assholes decided that they couldn't tolerate a nice pair of smooth spandex shorts, so they roughed up the patch seen in the circle in the second picture below. Not only were the shorts in immaculate (new) condition, but they were washed with the towels and cotton fabrics, and "somehow" got roughened, a telltale perp trick that has been going on for decades. Before they went berserk/overt in 04-2002, I would get these rough patches on sweaters below my chin, as if my beard was the cause, which it wasn't as there was very little contact. I could never figure it out until these rough patches showed up on my clothes after 04-2002, and without the cover story of putative cause. And yes, I am fucking pissed they messed with my new clothes.
And a final insult/assault detailed; the continuing battle of the perps and the length of my spandex shorts. I want mid-thigh length shorts; not an inch longer or shorter. And as it "happens", the latest pair of shorts were to my knees, and I took them to the alterations lady. BUT as it happened, har, har, there was a horizontal seam exactly where I wanted the new hem height, and therefore the new hem had to be above or below. I chose above, and lo, if the shorts with a whole 3" of leg length don't roll up and look like swim trunks, just like my current two pairs. Two years before that I had a pair that wanted altered and the seamstress botched the job and rendered them unwearable. This insane fucking bullshit about not joining the male sloppy shorts crowd continues, and pisses me off all the more that they fucked me around again.
Anyhow, onto posting this for another week.
Sunday, September 14, 2014
De-energized
09-09-2014
A rare instance of lots of energy when I got back from the vineyard job. though it was no normal route home. First a stop at Value Village to drop off my employers unneeded clothes, and I was met by a male ponytail act at the door. Then onto the West Bench of Penticton to take a red wine sample for analysis. And of course, extra red colored vehicles around me for the ride. I spoke with the lab owner, son-in-law of the vineyard/cellar owner, and got some left over sample wine to drink up (in a brown cardboard box), and he also supplied me with a brown moving box that needed to be taken back to the vineyard. That is, the latter brown box stayed in my car outside all night. They cannot get enough brown coloring things around me, but only in measured doses. And yes, the brown gangstalking vehicle count has gone up to perhaps as many as five for a 20 minute trip.
With this unusually abundant energy I got to it and made dinner. Just about always they have me in a enervated [enervate:(verb) to deprive of force or strength; destroy the vigor of; weaken] slump after work, but not today. I was all done by 1730h or so, and then looked into some recipe books for tomato soups. Yesterday I thawed the salsa I made earlier so I could pass it through a sieve to re-freeze the now thicker salsa and keep the juice. Then the tiredness came on and I put the books down and could not do anything while seated. I could not get up, I could not sleep, and I could not read any more. I have experienced a five hour nap attack after starting to read a viticulture book some two years ago, and it would seem the perps are pulling much the same today. About two hours later, I was "recovered" enough to go visit the LD store where the staff-like stalkers were on full display, loitering around doing the pretend shopping, with three of them clustered around me at the checkout. Then a 8 y.o. boy came to hand around too, all in a warm up to make a financial transaction of purchasing something.
09-10-2014
A cold windy day at the vineyard even if sunny; I did not get into my shorts at all. The standing caveat applies; my shorts are mid-thigh spandex and not the near universal male baggy-to-the-knee-or-longer look. Though I should elaborate on my shorts some, as the perps roll up the thigh length material and make my shorts look like trunks, in a single horizontal line at my crotch. I don't know why they do this, and I don't know why all my attempts to get longer and plain black colored shorts with an elasticized hem that stays put are defeated. Either they aren't to be found in my version of the internet world, or longer shorts that I have get botched by the alterations person.
I got hit with a 2 hour nap in evening which effectively nullified my evening time.
09-11-2014
I am still in "left alone" mode at the vineyard, the owners away for the second week. After a summer of tag-team away weeks, where one of the couple is away, returns after a week, and the other couple member takes off for a week. It has been like this all summer, the last three months. This present scenario has them both away (together), now into the second week. I look after the cat, and they took the dog.
Though this was a busier day, as the cleaning lady came, but as the owners weren't there, there wasn't a whole lot to clean. I found a few more chores to do, and eventually invited her out to the vineyard to help doing de-leafing on selected sections and rows.
It didn't get warm until noon, but finally, I got to wear shorts. Two of the owner's friends came to attend to the vegetable garden in the afternoon, "happening" to be next to where I was working to get rid of the powdery mildew from the bank facing side of a short row beside the concrete driveway. I got to explain, again, what this particular affliction is and what it looks like. As mentioned in a recent past posting, the perps seem to have selected this particular vineyard disease for me to learn about and experience. The viticulture instructor of two years ago spent much time on this topic, to the exclusion of two other bunch rot afflictions that occur in this viticultural region. I have no idea why the perps are obsessed over powdery mildew, but it seems that the vineyard owner knows, as he doesn't seem to fussed about it. Most strange IMHO.
The noisescape was also busy today; the HD motorcycle noise following single engine aircraft noise, and a serial background parade of noisy mufflers, either ill-maintained or the "performance" kind, the gurgling hot-rod sound.
And the saga of bedsheets takes a strategic turn for the perps; they have been ripping my white cotton sleeping bag liner sheet slowly but surely over the past month. And so to get a new one, as this particular sheet configuration is best for sleeping on a cot as I stay enclosed in the sheet and don't have it pulled off me in the night. And as it "happened" the replacement sheets were $50 and there was a different one on Amazon for $20 in a poly-cotton blend, mid-grey color. It arrived yesterday, a cross-Canada shipment taking a phenomenal (ahem) two days. Today, I washed the new bed sheet liner at the vineyard, as I have permission to use the washing machine and dryer there. And of course, the detergents are the smelly Tide and the like, and after the first laundering somehow "failed", the second one didn't, and I got the sheet dried in time to leave. And so tonight, I make my debut in a bed sheet other than white or off-white.
09-13-2014
Saturday, and the dude force is out on display, walking their children around in strollers, sometimes with a spouse. When one sees three of such in one block all heading the same direction, it does begin to look strange. That said, they don't seem to be headed to a single venue or event.
And laundry done today, the Hwy 97 laundry owner (male) seems to be chatty, and seems to like me to see his very hairy legs and arms, all in concert with the greater perp objective of me being exposed to male features. As mentioned in past postings, this seems to be related to the years they wiped my recall when aged 2 to 5, 1956-59. I have no idea where I lived or what happened to me, and I suspect there was plenty of abuse at the hands of males, the prime abusing gender, then and now.
A hair cut only at the student school; I must reduce my expenses all over, and so waxing isn't going to be so regular. It seems that streaks of unnatural hair color are in; blue with black, fuchsia with brown etc. That didn't also stop them putting a true redhead on display, nor the stylist with two round studs through her face, below her lip. One woman washed my hair, she seeming to be freaked out in interacting with me, though doing a decent job. Then onto a different person, the stylist to cut my hair. Normally one person does it all.
And a twice/year event, washing and waxing my vehicle, which takes about four hours as I don't have any power buffing tools. No matter, my vehicle was parked on the grass outside my place, and with the pleasant weather, it wasn't a chore. And as usual, the parade of noise; hot-rod mufflers, ill-maintained mufflers (hoarse sound), HD motorcycle noise (4x), single engine aircraft, and still the suburban favorite, the distant lawnmower.
I am getting into making soups this evening, and needed supplies (freezing containers), and went to the SOF supermarket. I thought that at less than an hour before closing at 2200h I would get less gangstalker coverage. Not a chance, the staff were in on it, now in black T shirts with a white and orange logo on it, and even went the extra distance of getting in my way, not to mention one doing the strut with a yellow plastic milk box held behind her back for crissakes. Who but a perp abettor would want to be seen in such a stupid pose?
09-14-2014
More good weather, and off to hike to McIntyre Bluff, and finding a private spot, save for aircraft pass-bys, to get some tanning in.
I should get this posted so it isn't hanging on me for the next week.
A rare instance of lots of energy when I got back from the vineyard job. though it was no normal route home. First a stop at Value Village to drop off my employers unneeded clothes, and I was met by a male ponytail act at the door. Then onto the West Bench of Penticton to take a red wine sample for analysis. And of course, extra red colored vehicles around me for the ride. I spoke with the lab owner, son-in-law of the vineyard/cellar owner, and got some left over sample wine to drink up (in a brown cardboard box), and he also supplied me with a brown moving box that needed to be taken back to the vineyard. That is, the latter brown box stayed in my car outside all night. They cannot get enough brown coloring things around me, but only in measured doses. And yes, the brown gangstalking vehicle count has gone up to perhaps as many as five for a 20 minute trip.
With this unusually abundant energy I got to it and made dinner. Just about always they have me in a enervated [enervate:(verb) to deprive of force or strength; destroy the vigor of; weaken] slump after work, but not today. I was all done by 1730h or so, and then looked into some recipe books for tomato soups. Yesterday I thawed the salsa I made earlier so I could pass it through a sieve to re-freeze the now thicker salsa and keep the juice. Then the tiredness came on and I put the books down and could not do anything while seated. I could not get up, I could not sleep, and I could not read any more. I have experienced a five hour nap attack after starting to read a viticulture book some two years ago, and it would seem the perps are pulling much the same today. About two hours later, I was "recovered" enough to go visit the LD store where the staff-like stalkers were on full display, loitering around doing the pretend shopping, with three of them clustered around me at the checkout. Then a 8 y.o. boy came to hand around too, all in a warm up to make a financial transaction of purchasing something.
09-10-2014
A cold windy day at the vineyard even if sunny; I did not get into my shorts at all. The standing caveat applies; my shorts are mid-thigh spandex and not the near universal male baggy-to-the-knee-or-longer look. Though I should elaborate on my shorts some, as the perps roll up the thigh length material and make my shorts look like trunks, in a single horizontal line at my crotch. I don't know why they do this, and I don't know why all my attempts to get longer and plain black colored shorts with an elasticized hem that stays put are defeated. Either they aren't to be found in my version of the internet world, or longer shorts that I have get botched by the alterations person.
I got hit with a 2 hour nap in evening which effectively nullified my evening time.
09-11-2014
I am still in "left alone" mode at the vineyard, the owners away for the second week. After a summer of tag-team away weeks, where one of the couple is away, returns after a week, and the other couple member takes off for a week. It has been like this all summer, the last three months. This present scenario has them both away (together), now into the second week. I look after the cat, and they took the dog.
Though this was a busier day, as the cleaning lady came, but as the owners weren't there, there wasn't a whole lot to clean. I found a few more chores to do, and eventually invited her out to the vineyard to help doing de-leafing on selected sections and rows.
It didn't get warm until noon, but finally, I got to wear shorts. Two of the owner's friends came to attend to the vegetable garden in the afternoon, "happening" to be next to where I was working to get rid of the powdery mildew from the bank facing side of a short row beside the concrete driveway. I got to explain, again, what this particular affliction is and what it looks like. As mentioned in a recent past posting, the perps seem to have selected this particular vineyard disease for me to learn about and experience. The viticulture instructor of two years ago spent much time on this topic, to the exclusion of two other bunch rot afflictions that occur in this viticultural region. I have no idea why the perps are obsessed over powdery mildew, but it seems that the vineyard owner knows, as he doesn't seem to fussed about it. Most strange IMHO.
The noisescape was also busy today; the HD motorcycle noise following single engine aircraft noise, and a serial background parade of noisy mufflers, either ill-maintained or the "performance" kind, the gurgling hot-rod sound.
And the saga of bedsheets takes a strategic turn for the perps; they have been ripping my white cotton sleeping bag liner sheet slowly but surely over the past month. And so to get a new one, as this particular sheet configuration is best for sleeping on a cot as I stay enclosed in the sheet and don't have it pulled off me in the night. And as it "happened" the replacement sheets were $50 and there was a different one on Amazon for $20 in a poly-cotton blend, mid-grey color. It arrived yesterday, a cross-Canada shipment taking a phenomenal (ahem) two days. Today, I washed the new bed sheet liner at the vineyard, as I have permission to use the washing machine and dryer there. And of course, the detergents are the smelly Tide and the like, and after the first laundering somehow "failed", the second one didn't, and I got the sheet dried in time to leave. And so tonight, I make my debut in a bed sheet other than white or off-white.
09-13-2014
Saturday, and the dude force is out on display, walking their children around in strollers, sometimes with a spouse. When one sees three of such in one block all heading the same direction, it does begin to look strange. That said, they don't seem to be headed to a single venue or event.
And laundry done today, the Hwy 97 laundry owner (male) seems to be chatty, and seems to like me to see his very hairy legs and arms, all in concert with the greater perp objective of me being exposed to male features. As mentioned in past postings, this seems to be related to the years they wiped my recall when aged 2 to 5, 1956-59. I have no idea where I lived or what happened to me, and I suspect there was plenty of abuse at the hands of males, the prime abusing gender, then and now.
A hair cut only at the student school; I must reduce my expenses all over, and so waxing isn't going to be so regular. It seems that streaks of unnatural hair color are in; blue with black, fuchsia with brown etc. That didn't also stop them putting a true redhead on display, nor the stylist with two round studs through her face, below her lip. One woman washed my hair, she seeming to be freaked out in interacting with me, though doing a decent job. Then onto a different person, the stylist to cut my hair. Normally one person does it all.
And a twice/year event, washing and waxing my vehicle, which takes about four hours as I don't have any power buffing tools. No matter, my vehicle was parked on the grass outside my place, and with the pleasant weather, it wasn't a chore. And as usual, the parade of noise; hot-rod mufflers, ill-maintained mufflers (hoarse sound), HD motorcycle noise (4x), single engine aircraft, and still the suburban favorite, the distant lawnmower.
I am getting into making soups this evening, and needed supplies (freezing containers), and went to the SOF supermarket. I thought that at less than an hour before closing at 2200h I would get less gangstalker coverage. Not a chance, the staff were in on it, now in black T shirts with a white and orange logo on it, and even went the extra distance of getting in my way, not to mention one doing the strut with a yellow plastic milk box held behind her back for crissakes. Who but a perp abettor would want to be seen in such a stupid pose?
09-14-2014
More good weather, and off to hike to McIntyre Bluff, and finding a private spot, save for aircraft pass-bys, to get some tanning in.
I should get this posted so it isn't hanging on me for the next week.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Re Wine Sample in Vehicle Equates to Red Vehicle Gangstalking
06-16-2014
My temporary vineyard helper ditched the red shorts today, and put on black slacks. Not that they were any help in the all day rain, but at least they didn't look ridiculous as his red sloppy shorts that went down almost to his gumboots.
I showed him the garage cum winery, and even drew a red wine sample from the tank and had him taste it. He seemed to be appreciative of its flavors and offered some relevant, if not insightful observations. Not bad for a 19 year old male. Then to do vine thinning and tucking, he on one side, me on the other.
I took the red wine sample to the lab at the end of the day, and quickly became surrounded by gangstalking vehicles all around me and large oncoming pods/formations of vehicles going the same speed. At the corner of Hwy 97 and Ekhart, where two lanes of traffic turn L when N bound, why, there were four red vehicles around me and another two nearby. All deep burgundy metallic red, with some variations, but no scarlet reds or other major hue differences. There were some white vehicles and silver-grey ones too, all to accompany me in making a L turn. I suppose the red wine sample was for perp color calibration purposes and I suppose having a 50ml that was left over at lunch time was another added bonus for the perps.
All this relentless and abusive insanity because the perps don't have the gumption to declare themselves and their purposes. Kind of like how aliens do business too.
Yoga tonight, always a subtle swarm. No other dude with his absurd wheezing and gasping. Though a new girl took my usual location ahead of me (I got delayed in arriving "forgot" my mat), and I was parked by myself near the E wall. Sometimes they do this, when all the class members cluster elsehwhere as if I am radioactive (or something like it). Other times, they rotate the Unfavored featured ones nearby, the tattoo acts, strange shaped butts, and the like. A new woman was artfully blocking my reflection in the W wall mirror, the only one I can readily see. She was in short shorts, with plenty of leg to see. When I entered the room she was in place and doing some warm up routines, and got my immediate attention with her L breast draped outside of her L leg. Not too big, not too small, but in reality I don't really care about female breast size, though the perps make it a much bigger deal than I want them to be. Call her Short Shorts for now, though that may change, read on.
06-17-2014
The vineyard owner chose expedience to get the shoots tucked in the wires for the second round. We were thinning them first, and then tucking but that was 3 or 4 rows per day, and being a numbers guy, he didn't appreciate the slower progress. Even if our thinning was affirmed by two outside viticulture personnel last year. (And the owner was away sick for three weeks). So now, it is just tuck the vines, no matter if cramming them in. Having airflow is for vines on a trellis is vital to prevent powdery mildew, which erupted two years ago. And it takes three years to get rid of it. As I said, expedience before prudence, ergo, another perp theme; lets have more things go wrong.
06-18-2014
On the financial transaction protraction front, I transferred some $2k to my daughter to deal with a hit from the recent overpayment benefits disaster that has nailed me beyond my means to pay back. I thought I would send her the money to keep her out of this debacle, as its trajectory is still unknown. And so I got screwed around with incorrectly entering her email address, and the undeliverable return message failed to inform me. Not until she gave me an alternative work email did I find that out. A lost day, and so she waited for my email the next day, and it didn't come, and got sick in the afternoon and only then did she broach the notion via a text message that maybe my first-time email got trapped in her junk mail folder. Some more text messages back and forth, and now 06-20-2014, no word as to if she received the transfer or if she felt better enough to go to work. Like WTF; can we have enough delays and protraction with two days of text messaging then a sudden cessation of the latter to leave me FUD-ed out? (As in a Fear Uncertainty Doubt invocation).
06-19-2014
An extra three hours of work at a vineyard across the lake, the same one as last week. And next door to the propane cannon that goes off every 4 minutes or so, never timed to be consistent intervals. Ostensibly it is for warding off birds from feasting on agricultural crops, cherries being nearly ripe. BUT, the cannon sounds have an unerring knack for being timed to my thoughts just like nearly all other regular noises, e.g HD motorcycles, hot rods, ill maintained vehicle mufflers, overhead aircraft, dog barkings, etc. And so it is with this fusillade of booms and pops; should I shift my attention to something else -boom, challenge the absurd level of planted thoughts over the latest new babe at yoga (three days ago, and I hardly saw her from across the room and really didn't pay attention to her much, save her short shorts).
And on the planted ideations front, above mentioned new yoga class member Short Shorts has been talked up yesterday (Wednesday) and today (Thursday) big time, and as I mentioned, I didn't have any reason whatsoever to consider her as any kind of romantic material. And if I was so taken with her visage, then why wasn't I dizzy about it the next day after the yoga class, Tuesday? It doesn't add up except to indicate remote influencing in real time. Besides, I don't consider myself to be any bit attracted to someone who is likely a shill or planted operative. I say this because it has been abundantly clear over the past 12 years that my existence (not a life), is regulated and abused with constantly and relentlessly, and no one gets near me unless they have clearance from the Psychopaths of the Fourth Reich, down to all possible minutiae of this orchestrated 24/7 nightmare, such as even a glance. I am kept in a deep labyrinth ridden rabbit hole, and don't have a clue how to get out. Why would anyone be attracted to that, assuming they have the free will to consider such in the first place?
06-20-2014
A strange night indeed; I was awakened around 0200h with leg cramps, a first, save from my swimming days of 1986-99. I got up and had some coconut water and added sea salt and went back to sleep. In another half hour, more cramps. I drank some more coconut water and the cramps ended. It was a strange precursor logic though; "somehow" (read planted notion while asleep) that I figured I could end the cramps by moving around, but I couldn't. After I turned the lights out, there was this incredible display of lights in my room; the Thousand Points of Lights thing again, and too, keeping the incandescent bulbs of the ceiling fixture glowing even when off for at least 30 seconds. Then some black 6"x 1/4" black flecks were arranged all around the room in a semi-random effect, blacker than anything else in the unlit room. I closed my eyes, and the TPL lights came back, so I put my arms over my head and that slowed them down for a half minute or so. Just the usual unusual light invasion games.
So it would seem that some asshole needed to test me with coconut water in me, and sea salt, in the middle of the night for some reason. Not when I usually imbibe beverages.
After the above disruption I was given this dream where I was in dialog with the Queen of England and the Canadian former prime minister, Brian Mulroney. Like WTF; I never dream about political figures and now this. Then they wakened me before the alarm, I shut it off, and then they sacked me for another 15 minutes of sleep. Go figure.
At work, vine tucking and plenty of helicopter action today for some reason, bringing out at least four different models to fly over. There is a helicopter flight school at Penticton airport, but only the EC-135 models belong to them.
At the vineyard there was the dueling dog barking for much of the morning; the son-in-law dropped off their yappy/yelping/squealing dashound mix, and the Rotweiler joined in with its big dog bark. Both dogs specialize in pointless barking, and excessively at that, as they rarely investigate the source of a noise, but bark in place instead. I have had four different dogs (of two breeds), and never did any of them stay in place if they detected a noise/unusual event. They all went toward the source to figure it out; if OK, then the barking stopped. Not these two, and so they barked in unison, then as a tag team, one on bass and the other in its screeching yelping. And too, a propane noise cannon is going off in the next property, and that had an unerring knack of going off with the barking dogs, as well as going off while following my thoughts or actions. One example, was a few drops of rain to hit my hat, the first of the day, and I thought "you assholes" (as it would of been caused by the perps), and boom, the propane cannon went off.
06-21-2014
I got up too late to get in and out of the Go Fresh laundromat without a freak show and gangstalkers going out of their way to pass in front of my washing machine 30 seconds or so before I got there. What I didn't expect was the human odor pong that came on when I entered, and stayed there even when the scum-inal nominative cause departed. Said scum-inal made sure to perform excessive flicking of his just laundered pants a little while later. Not too different from the proximate plastic bag flicking I get at most checkouts. And the same as a proximate gangstalker, a male "ball cap", the ubiquitous head gear of the stalking-class, who just had to flick his black plastic garbage bags opposite me at the table when I was folding my just-dry towels. Other freaks were a party of three, one female with a do-rag and sunglasses in a black overcoat to her knees, with girl in blue and green colored hair, (though with a tasteful color transition), and a blonde with gorgeous hair, but too bad about the pock marked face.
Another male act that just had to go out of his way to sweep immediately in front of my laundry in the active washing machine, foregoing the double wide aisle down the middle of the laundromat. Then there was the faux muscle dude who also came to do a "bend over" to look at his active washing machine next to mine, then proceed outside again, but looking back at me twice when I stole glances to check on his outbound status, all to find him leaning on a table and staring at me for absolutely no reason. Then he proceeded outside to sit in his vehicle. And have we not seen this absurdity before, when someone comes to stand and look at their laundry going around and splashing through the front glass window for no seeming reason? Why, it was a negro mofo some six months or more ago. The washroom stank big time when a forced piss came on to facilitate the faux muscle dude's gangstalking arrival in my absence. A skiff of soil was added to the walkway outside, and later arrivals an dithering Fuckwits at their open vehicle doors forced me to walk close by. Add in two dogs from above two parties sitting in vehicles outside, and one would know it was Another GS Day at the Laundromat.
I am three weeks late on getting my May month end finances entered in Quicken, and lo, if the session didn't time out, and when logged back in, why, the month of May does not show up in the pick list (e.g. last 10 days, last 30 days, June, May etc.). That is, the first one shows up on the list, and the latter ones show only as non-selectable blank lines in the pick list. Not forgetting that I wanted to get this done three weeks ago, and all these reciepts kept piling up to my greatest annoyance. And finally on this sunny hot Saturday, why, the banking application pick list suddenly fails. It wouldn't be the first time though, about a month ago, I had to phone in to request that the CRA (income tax folks) could not be added to my Payees list because there was no "Next" button to conclude the addition. When I mentioned this to the person on the phone, they didn't seem too motivated to get to the bottom of someone entering their banking system and messing with
their online application.
Another logout and then login "solved" the above TD Bank account pick list problem. Then another two hours of entry and then reconciliation between the two (online TD and Quicken). Will we ever get to a day when one's accounts are hosted by the bank and so we will have a single financial picture? I doubt it. It is more fun for the perps to have me screamingly infuriated over balances that don't add up (while listening to my favorite CD playing in my headphones), line items that appear on the second visitation to the page but weren't there the first time, totals that change between pages and to have deposits that show up and then disappear -making it out to be an administrative oversight etc. The above mentioned (06-18-2014) amount that was transferred from one account to another and then to my daughter, then recovered, then paid out again the next day was severely mind-fucked so it took at least 20 minutes to figure that out alone, all the while infuriated over some kind of fuckery between Quicken (local) and the online bank app. Funny how that "happens".
In all of the above, I discover $100 cash gone missing from my new wallet, and it would not be the first time this year. If, as it seems, that the perps steal food, lotions, and other common household consumables (in situ) from my place, then it makes perfect sense to me that they would steal money from my new wallet,- just another experimental item that needs to change according to their color games agenda they so often play. Curiously, the wallet that was stolen two weeks ago, and then re-appeared in my vehicle four days later at a location I looked at, re-arrived with all the cash that was in it. By then, the new wallet that I had purchased some six years ago and never used, replaced the old one. The cash disappeared from the new wallet, as I suppose because they needed color/energetic data on it, versus the old wallet that had at least 20+ cash disappearances over the years I had it.
06-22-2014
Another (second) part time vineyard work gig today; but wholly different from the prior part time and full time jobs. This lady is a trained viticulturalist from France, not older than 30 y.o. and has 20 years experience as she grew up on a vineyard where her father was a manager. Quite the revelation as to how to do the job properly to say the least.
On the perp's diet front; no brown tortillas to eat the quesadillas in, but instead, the contents (chopped chicken, tapenade, nori seaweed and some sauce) are made into a gumbo and I put it into a sealable pan I take to work for lunch. Then for breakfast they choked down the supply of yellow corn tortillas, so I had gluten free white ones with my coconut spread for the past two weeks.
On the supplement front, I am on an iodine kick, a seeming subject of huge interest to the perps, not forgetting that most of the world got an extra radioactive dose when the Fukushima reactor in Japan belched some out under its supposed "damage control" (read, controlled lies upon lies) when the tsunami filled the installation with seawater in 2011. Well done, as a perp stunt, and to ponder all the world's thyroid problems in aggregate and the supposition that just maybe they are all about nonconsensual human iodine testing too. (Though, the thyroid is not the only organ needing this apparently little understood molecule in various forms and complexes).
Anyhow, I am too tired to take on another round of observational cynicism, and so I shall post this one for the week just done.
My temporary vineyard helper ditched the red shorts today, and put on black slacks. Not that they were any help in the all day rain, but at least they didn't look ridiculous as his red sloppy shorts that went down almost to his gumboots.
I showed him the garage cum winery, and even drew a red wine sample from the tank and had him taste it. He seemed to be appreciative of its flavors and offered some relevant, if not insightful observations. Not bad for a 19 year old male. Then to do vine thinning and tucking, he on one side, me on the other.
I took the red wine sample to the lab at the end of the day, and quickly became surrounded by gangstalking vehicles all around me and large oncoming pods/formations of vehicles going the same speed. At the corner of Hwy 97 and Ekhart, where two lanes of traffic turn L when N bound, why, there were four red vehicles around me and another two nearby. All deep burgundy metallic red, with some variations, but no scarlet reds or other major hue differences. There were some white vehicles and silver-grey ones too, all to accompany me in making a L turn. I suppose the red wine sample was for perp color calibration purposes and I suppose having a 50ml that was left over at lunch time was another added bonus for the perps.
All this relentless and abusive insanity because the perps don't have the gumption to declare themselves and their purposes. Kind of like how aliens do business too.
Yoga tonight, always a subtle swarm. No other dude with his absurd wheezing and gasping. Though a new girl took my usual location ahead of me (I got delayed in arriving "forgot" my mat), and I was parked by myself near the E wall. Sometimes they do this, when all the class members cluster elsehwhere as if I am radioactive (or something like it). Other times, they rotate the Unfavored featured ones nearby, the tattoo acts, strange shaped butts, and the like. A new woman was artfully blocking my reflection in the W wall mirror, the only one I can readily see. She was in short shorts, with plenty of leg to see. When I entered the room she was in place and doing some warm up routines, and got my immediate attention with her L breast draped outside of her L leg. Not too big, not too small, but in reality I don't really care about female breast size, though the perps make it a much bigger deal than I want them to be. Call her Short Shorts for now, though that may change, read on.
06-17-2014
The vineyard owner chose expedience to get the shoots tucked in the wires for the second round. We were thinning them first, and then tucking but that was 3 or 4 rows per day, and being a numbers guy, he didn't appreciate the slower progress. Even if our thinning was affirmed by two outside viticulture personnel last year. (And the owner was away sick for three weeks). So now, it is just tuck the vines, no matter if cramming them in. Having airflow is for vines on a trellis is vital to prevent powdery mildew, which erupted two years ago. And it takes three years to get rid of it. As I said, expedience before prudence, ergo, another perp theme; lets have more things go wrong.
06-18-2014
On the financial transaction protraction front, I transferred some $2k to my daughter to deal with a hit from the recent overpayment benefits disaster that has nailed me beyond my means to pay back. I thought I would send her the money to keep her out of this debacle, as its trajectory is still unknown. And so I got screwed around with incorrectly entering her email address, and the undeliverable return message failed to inform me. Not until she gave me an alternative work email did I find that out. A lost day, and so she waited for my email the next day, and it didn't come, and got sick in the afternoon and only then did she broach the notion via a text message that maybe my first-time email got trapped in her junk mail folder. Some more text messages back and forth, and now 06-20-2014, no word as to if she received the transfer or if she felt better enough to go to work. Like WTF; can we have enough delays and protraction with two days of text messaging then a sudden cessation of the latter to leave me FUD-ed out? (As in a Fear Uncertainty Doubt invocation).
06-19-2014
An extra three hours of work at a vineyard across the lake, the same one as last week. And next door to the propane cannon that goes off every 4 minutes or so, never timed to be consistent intervals. Ostensibly it is for warding off birds from feasting on agricultural crops, cherries being nearly ripe. BUT, the cannon sounds have an unerring knack for being timed to my thoughts just like nearly all other regular noises, e.g HD motorcycles, hot rods, ill maintained vehicle mufflers, overhead aircraft, dog barkings, etc. And so it is with this fusillade of booms and pops; should I shift my attention to something else -boom, challenge the absurd level of planted thoughts over the latest new babe at yoga (three days ago, and I hardly saw her from across the room and really didn't pay attention to her much, save her short shorts).
And on the planted ideations front, above mentioned new yoga class member Short Shorts has been talked up yesterday (Wednesday) and today (Thursday) big time, and as I mentioned, I didn't have any reason whatsoever to consider her as any kind of romantic material. And if I was so taken with her visage, then why wasn't I dizzy about it the next day after the yoga class, Tuesday? It doesn't add up except to indicate remote influencing in real time. Besides, I don't consider myself to be any bit attracted to someone who is likely a shill or planted operative. I say this because it has been abundantly clear over the past 12 years that my existence (not a life), is regulated and abused with constantly and relentlessly, and no one gets near me unless they have clearance from the Psychopaths of the Fourth Reich, down to all possible minutiae of this orchestrated 24/7 nightmare, such as even a glance. I am kept in a deep labyrinth ridden rabbit hole, and don't have a clue how to get out. Why would anyone be attracted to that, assuming they have the free will to consider such in the first place?
06-20-2014
A strange night indeed; I was awakened around 0200h with leg cramps, a first, save from my swimming days of 1986-99. I got up and had some coconut water and added sea salt and went back to sleep. In another half hour, more cramps. I drank some more coconut water and the cramps ended. It was a strange precursor logic though; "somehow" (read planted notion while asleep) that I figured I could end the cramps by moving around, but I couldn't. After I turned the lights out, there was this incredible display of lights in my room; the Thousand Points of Lights thing again, and too, keeping the incandescent bulbs of the ceiling fixture glowing even when off for at least 30 seconds. Then some black 6"x 1/4" black flecks were arranged all around the room in a semi-random effect, blacker than anything else in the unlit room. I closed my eyes, and the TPL lights came back, so I put my arms over my head and that slowed them down for a half minute or so. Just the usual unusual light invasion games.
So it would seem that some asshole needed to test me with coconut water in me, and sea salt, in the middle of the night for some reason. Not when I usually imbibe beverages.
After the above disruption I was given this dream where I was in dialog with the Queen of England and the Canadian former prime minister, Brian Mulroney. Like WTF; I never dream about political figures and now this. Then they wakened me before the alarm, I shut it off, and then they sacked me for another 15 minutes of sleep. Go figure.
At work, vine tucking and plenty of helicopter action today for some reason, bringing out at least four different models to fly over. There is a helicopter flight school at Penticton airport, but only the EC-135 models belong to them.
At the vineyard there was the dueling dog barking for much of the morning; the son-in-law dropped off their yappy/yelping/squealing dashound mix, and the Rotweiler joined in with its big dog bark. Both dogs specialize in pointless barking, and excessively at that, as they rarely investigate the source of a noise, but bark in place instead. I have had four different dogs (of two breeds), and never did any of them stay in place if they detected a noise/unusual event. They all went toward the source to figure it out; if OK, then the barking stopped. Not these two, and so they barked in unison, then as a tag team, one on bass and the other in its screeching yelping. And too, a propane noise cannon is going off in the next property, and that had an unerring knack of going off with the barking dogs, as well as going off while following my thoughts or actions. One example, was a few drops of rain to hit my hat, the first of the day, and I thought "you assholes" (as it would of been caused by the perps), and boom, the propane cannon went off.
06-21-2014
I got up too late to get in and out of the Go Fresh laundromat without a freak show and gangstalkers going out of their way to pass in front of my washing machine 30 seconds or so before I got there. What I didn't expect was the human odor pong that came on when I entered, and stayed there even when the scum-inal nominative cause departed. Said scum-inal made sure to perform excessive flicking of his just laundered pants a little while later. Not too different from the proximate plastic bag flicking I get at most checkouts. And the same as a proximate gangstalker, a male "ball cap", the ubiquitous head gear of the stalking-class, who just had to flick his black plastic garbage bags opposite me at the table when I was folding my just-dry towels. Other freaks were a party of three, one female with a do-rag and sunglasses in a black overcoat to her knees, with girl in blue and green colored hair, (though with a tasteful color transition), and a blonde with gorgeous hair, but too bad about the pock marked face.
Another male act that just had to go out of his way to sweep immediately in front of my laundry in the active washing machine, foregoing the double wide aisle down the middle of the laundromat. Then there was the faux muscle dude who also came to do a "bend over" to look at his active washing machine next to mine, then proceed outside again, but looking back at me twice when I stole glances to check on his outbound status, all to find him leaning on a table and staring at me for absolutely no reason. Then he proceeded outside to sit in his vehicle. And have we not seen this absurdity before, when someone comes to stand and look at their laundry going around and splashing through the front glass window for no seeming reason? Why, it was a negro mofo some six months or more ago. The washroom stank big time when a forced piss came on to facilitate the faux muscle dude's gangstalking arrival in my absence. A skiff of soil was added to the walkway outside, and later arrivals an dithering Fuckwits at their open vehicle doors forced me to walk close by. Add in two dogs from above two parties sitting in vehicles outside, and one would know it was Another GS Day at the Laundromat.
I am three weeks late on getting my May month end finances entered in Quicken, and lo, if the session didn't time out, and when logged back in, why, the month of May does not show up in the pick list (e.g. last 10 days, last 30 days, June, May etc.). That is, the first one shows up on the list, and the latter ones show only as non-selectable blank lines in the pick list. Not forgetting that I wanted to get this done three weeks ago, and all these reciepts kept piling up to my greatest annoyance. And finally on this sunny hot Saturday, why, the banking application pick list suddenly fails. It wouldn't be the first time though, about a month ago, I had to phone in to request that the CRA (income tax folks) could not be added to my Payees list because there was no "Next" button to conclude the addition. When I mentioned this to the person on the phone, they didn't seem too motivated to get to the bottom of someone entering their banking system and messing with
their online application.
Another logout and then login "solved" the above TD Bank account pick list problem. Then another two hours of entry and then reconciliation between the two (online TD and Quicken). Will we ever get to a day when one's accounts are hosted by the bank and so we will have a single financial picture? I doubt it. It is more fun for the perps to have me screamingly infuriated over balances that don't add up (while listening to my favorite CD playing in my headphones), line items that appear on the second visitation to the page but weren't there the first time, totals that change between pages and to have deposits that show up and then disappear -making it out to be an administrative oversight etc. The above mentioned (06-18-2014) amount that was transferred from one account to another and then to my daughter, then recovered, then paid out again the next day was severely mind-fucked so it took at least 20 minutes to figure that out alone, all the while infuriated over some kind of fuckery between Quicken (local) and the online bank app. Funny how that "happens".
In all of the above, I discover $100 cash gone missing from my new wallet, and it would not be the first time this year. If, as it seems, that the perps steal food, lotions, and other common household consumables (in situ) from my place, then it makes perfect sense to me that they would steal money from my new wallet,- just another experimental item that needs to change according to their color games agenda they so often play. Curiously, the wallet that was stolen two weeks ago, and then re-appeared in my vehicle four days later at a location I looked at, re-arrived with all the cash that was in it. By then, the new wallet that I had purchased some six years ago and never used, replaced the old one. The cash disappeared from the new wallet, as I suppose because they needed color/energetic data on it, versus the old wallet that had at least 20+ cash disappearances over the years I had it.
06-22-2014
Another (second) part time vineyard work gig today; but wholly different from the prior part time and full time jobs. This lady is a trained viticulturalist from France, not older than 30 y.o. and has 20 years experience as she grew up on a vineyard where her father was a manager. Quite the revelation as to how to do the job properly to say the least.
On the perp's diet front; no brown tortillas to eat the quesadillas in, but instead, the contents (chopped chicken, tapenade, nori seaweed and some sauce) are made into a gumbo and I put it into a sealable pan I take to work for lunch. Then for breakfast they choked down the supply of yellow corn tortillas, so I had gluten free white ones with my coconut spread for the past two weeks.
On the supplement front, I am on an iodine kick, a seeming subject of huge interest to the perps, not forgetting that most of the world got an extra radioactive dose when the Fukushima reactor in Japan belched some out under its supposed "damage control" (read, controlled lies upon lies) when the tsunami filled the installation with seawater in 2011. Well done, as a perp stunt, and to ponder all the world's thyroid problems in aggregate and the supposition that just maybe they are all about nonconsensual human iodine testing too. (Though, the thyroid is not the only organ needing this apparently little understood molecule in various forms and complexes).
Anyhow, I am too tired to take on another round of observational cynicism, and so I shall post this one for the week just done.
Sunday, June 01, 2014
Re-work
07-27-2014
The perps have me in a deep groove of feeling grossly overweight, instead of 20lb overweight. I don't know why they do this, but these bouts will go on for a few days and then lapse into the usual few times per week level. Not to mention who can remotely remove weight by safe means without diet or invasive surgery. Yes, I loathe the sight of excess body flab, and yes, the perps take every moment they can to remind me with their orchestrated Fat Folk parades, (aka, the Gut Strut) gangstalking. Not my problem if I loathe the sight of body flab, and I don't see why an undeclared subversive agency with billions at their annual disposal needs to hound me by displaying their flabby gangstalkers over 12 years and two supposedly democratic countries (Canada, USA).
A second day this week of removing shoots from the trunks of grapevines; these are the same rows I did two weeks ago, but more shoots grew in. And it is no surprise the perps like things to be done over again, from forcing an second trip back to the house from a forced "forget" in bringing my yoga mat to the vehicle, to longer term epsisodes, like building a corporate database for forestry data that had to be done three times over 8 years. I always wondered why such ineptitude was so rampant with my former government employer, especially for IT, but now it makes sense. Especially when one adds in the perp's abiding interest in information, where it comes from, how one uses it and passes it on, how one retrieves it etc. Its as if each meme (cogent fact set) has its own psychic signature they would like to identify and of course, control. I suppose I am due for finding out about information theory, and whatever quantum energetic qualities each meme has, and then sets of associated memes. Way to complicated for a vineyard laborer.
Smoke alarm hi-jinx late last week. One failed, and the landlady supplied me with another. It kept chirping every 5 minutes by itself once the battery was put in it, even if it did pass the button press test. Then she brought another one, same make, and lo, if it didn't also do the same. Funny she hasn't asked about them, all three lined up just inside my door for her to pick up. (Which she didn't).
05-28-2014
I see that yesterday's blogging just disappeared, now starting anew (again) for the week. [No, it somehow came back in an artful bait-and-switch stunt,- some 10 minutes later].
And just for my benefit, a new perp integration stunt. Having a certain Fat Girl, "ML" for now, in my (invaded upon) dreams just before getting up, and now, many follow-on planted ideations of her while making breakfast. Never before have I had dream material that was then fodder in my waking thoughts.
Vineyard work today; some rain while tucking vine shoots in the trellis wires. And lo, if the assholes didn't pull a dog shit stunt, plastering it onto my knee pads just before my 1000h morning break.
05-29-2014
A day of clothing changes; rain gear on (pants and jacket), then as the rain rolled off the former with my sweater on, then removing the sweater for a shirt on, then with no rain pants on as it continued to warm up and become dry. All as a prior color energy "warm up" to helping the son-in-law unload his cargo of four pallets of brown glass cider bottles in brown cardboard box cases, a five high pallet load, the same ones I was handling on the weekend (4 days ago) and bottlling at another site.
He needed me to aid in pushing the pallet jack in with the fork lift and pallet jack, while he ran the fork lift to move the pallets between his trailer and the shipping container. And to no surprise, I have encountered vehicular gangstalking trailer loads of wine bottles the weekend before (on a Sunday no less), last weekend, and the adjacent winery with a very similar trailer load some 400m away, left out all day for some reason. Not to mention our own winery has three pallet loads of bottled, but unlabelled wine sitting in it.
And a major vehicular gangstalking event, as I headed to the same son-in-law of the owner to drop something off, and he gave me some left over ice wine and some of his to-be-commerical sauces I had tried last week.
05-30-2014
Vineyard tucking all day long, mostly sunny but not hot. A vehicular clusterfuck at the gate when leaving; some seeming two visiting couples in two vehicles parked in the driveway at the gate and decidedly blocking egress. They walked the 100m of driveway I had just driven on to retrieve their vehicles, one driving the white vehicle past me, and the other strangely backing up the orange (Unfavored color) up onto the road. And the owner "happened" to be returning from Vancouver (5 hour drive) at that moment, and so his black SUV was also queued up (having been driven past the gate and then turned around a quarter mile ahead and now coming downhill). All told, four vehicles including mine for the mere act of departing from my work site, something I do 5x/week. Though, it is consistent with long running nonsense stunts at this same gate, and as mentioned in past blogs, going from gravel to paved surfaces, or vice versa, is a HUGE deal for the Psychopaths of the Fourth Reich.
06-01-2014
Saturday, and the usual litany of chores to do; laundry with the red-shirts and shiftless males in ball caps. And while it was washing, onto other chores, one being a Walmart visitation to get a new pillow, as the prior one had yellow stain on it for some reason, unconventional as far as I could tell. It is been at my head for the last five years or more, and goes nowhere else, so what is it that is inexorably staining the pillow? [inexorable [in-ek-ser-uh-buhl] adjective 1. unyielding; unalterable].
And believe me, Walmart visitations are a chore, and if not, a nonstop threat alert situation. Since the males making hand signals and other like extra-obvious silent communications at the entrance, and the staff member in a red smock, who most inexplicably wasn't looking ahead and just about chest butted me, I make only rare trips there. This Walmart has been recently renovated to superstore status, and so it was instructive to cruise around and check it out. I was there early enough, about 0830h, so there wasn't the throngs of human per-worse-ity to contend with. Just more shiftless males in ball caps and a pronounced waddle and the loathesome "gut strut" and their ridiculous baggy and checked shorts to their knee or lower. And they made a point of doing faux shopping and erupting for reprises of two or more times, usually in succession. If I don't like the sight of such public specimens (aka, the Unfavored), then why am I getting hounded with this variety of freaks at every turn? All them either members of the Psychopathic Confederacy with billions to burn, or else local wannabes.
At least the cashier was cute, even with facial jewelry; the cleavage show didn't go unnoticied either. An E. Indian fat girl as well, though her doe eyes aided the female feature attraction count. And she seemed a little jaded, even if I was her first customer of the day. Hmmm, she won't last too long in that job, and maybe she is a "visitor", aka, a stand-in of the perps. And given their predilection for Fat Girl stalking, starting with Ms. C of on/off (x2) girlfriend status in 2000-2003, perhaps it is the same Fat Girl all along. I never would of figured out that they could do morphing (aka shape shifting) of individuals until they led me down their education path, but it seems easy enough for them to have individuals change race, facial features, hair color etc. for temporary purposes and in short order (5 minutes or less). The perps seem to need longer to have their morphed subjects/operatives change height or width, and do this less often.
And of course, they have done some of that to me; I will be 60 y.o. in July (2014) and I look 35 y.o. or so. And they mangled my face some too, by making the right eyebrow 1/2" higher than my left side (their asymmetry requirement). Such a treat them fuckers, who performed this artful appearance change back in early 2004 and have kept me this way since then. Like Dorian Grey, though I never made a pact with anybody. Besides, I would gladly exchange the current abuse state for looking like an elder-fogey, though without the ossified perspective one associates with that demographic group.
Other morning chores were to dispose of the three smoke alarms that were each found to be dysfunctional this week, courtesy of my landlady bringing two to replace the one that went wonky. They were all wonky as it "happened", and I invited her to try them out as she left them here, but she didn't take me up on it and delivered a new one instead. I had to take that ionizing radioactive (negative orgonic properties) e-waste to the recycling location along with the glass bottles. And yet again, a shiftless male in a ball cap was loitering (and sucking butt (a cigarette)) in the plant yard, making himself out to be a staff member who "happened" to precede me inside with the smoke alarms after I first dropped the glass into the correct bin.
I got screwed out of my reward bonus at the local food market I frequent. Somehow I "forgot" to read the part in my email about printing it out and somehow I assumed they could see my reward on their till-PC, but no, I had to have a print out in hand. And too, their membership site blows up every time I attempt to log in, so what is the point of that reward program except to piss me off?
All the while long trains, ten or more, of vehicular gangstalking traffic built up; the usual litany of grey-scale colors with a red vehicle inserted in the middle, and now, more green vehicles, often at the tail end of these trains/pods. (I call them trains if in a single lane, and pods if they are two or more lanes clustered together).
Another chore in the morning was for me to clean my briefcase they that got hit with a mold attack this week. I have no idea how a briefcase sitting in the floor in mid-suite, and NOT next to an external wall (per four prior mold eruptions) got mold on it and the carpet didn't. Said briefcase was my office workaday accompaniment since 1999 to late 2002, and because I don't work in an office now, it is largely unused, save for keeping certain papers in a safe location. Not that the landlady is fussed about the mold eruptions here, even if she did clean up the 6' of wall length along the base boards last week. This was the mold eruption that occured on my suitcase, the one I surreptitiously cleaned with the power washer at the car wash, and the associated skit of the attendant making out that he knew, even if he never saw it. (He was washing a car outside around the corner from me while I was washing the suitcase that was exposed outside of the trunk for a minute or so.) And another fine coincidence (ahem); both my suitcase and my briefcase are made mostly from black ballistic cordura, that hard wearing nylon weave. Call it the Mold Eruption on Ballistic Nylon Confluence/Coincidence.
As my leg hairs regrew so quickly (four weeks ago) I had to get them waxed again, another perp preoccupation they put me through since mid-2011. Like last time, there was a prior day of tanning my legs; having worked in shorts at the vineyard yesterday.
It was the same elf-ish cute blonde girl as last time, and the perps are really trashing my recall of late. Both she and the haircutting student of last time were at the front desk, and it barely registered that I had seem them before. And I never, ever, forgot a face until all this insane shit rained down on me since 04-2002. The first prominent instance of facial "forgets" was in mid-2006 when at the LD store in Victoria, and my dentist's office assistant, a model of kindness and efficiency, was acting in a capacity of a store staff member and selling me a product. Only some 15 minutes later, after I was back at my place, did I know who she was. This insane memory fucking has increased of late and I am getting hugely perturbed that this will continue. Wasn't it a film director who said we are nothing but our memories? So true, and the malevolent Psychopathic Confederacy knows how to dynamically and operationally mess with one's recall by remote means.
And leg waxing was also a time for the HD motorcycle parade outside, the front door being propped open by a chair to ensure that a full-on noise experience wasn't missed. And the leg wax was red again, surely a perp arrangement as they ordinarily used a light yellow colored wax. And as the perps are so fussed with my red color exposures, it suggests they are making progress in isolating the effects of red on me. It used to be back in 2002 to 06-2006 when I was last allowed to own and drive a car (until 04-2012 to present), I would purposely park my vehicle next to a red colored vehicle, and nearly every time when I returned, the red vehicle(s) were gone. Once they arranged at least ten parked red vehicles on the W side of a parking lot and I parked next to the E most red vehicle. When I came out, all the red vehicles were gone. Today, they parked a red vehicle next to mine while I was getting my legs waxed nearby. Interesting, their incremental boldness with red colors of late. Though brown vehicles are becoming a little more prominent too, usually while driven though.
It was interesting that the perps had me saw two 36" of 1x1" aluminum istock n half after leg waxing, along with amping up the local lawn mower noise and adding in the wretched HD motorcycle noise. They even put a 10 y.o kid driving his father's large pickup truck by in the back lane, making the corner while his father coached him from the front passenger seat. The act of cutting something up, from tortillas in four to chicken meat and anything else, using knives or saws or whatever is such a HUGE deal for the perps. The aluminum stock had been sitting around for some four weeks and I wasn't allowed to get on with using it, or even drilling it until today. This wretched server rack project has turned out to me a four month continuum of tasks that are separated by weeks, which doesn't fit well with my strong and normally abiding inclination to get things done NOW. All the aluminum saw dust was of great perp interest, spreading it on me, on the vice-bench I have and it defying gravity to stay in place.
01-06-2014
After getting sucked into "thinking" that yesterday was June 01, it finally arrived. The perps just love these mindfuck games; erroneous acceptance of their planted (and wrong) information, and then the follow-on event of realizing it was erroneous is a prime noise-stalk occasion.
Still groggy after a 1.75 hour nap attack; I am not sleep deprived and even gained extra sleep both mornings of this weekend.
Sunny until I was out on my hike today, then the clouds rolled in after 30 min. of tan time, legs only. I usually go an hour for outside tan time and close it off then no matter how it looks. Another hiking "herd" of 15-20 or so at the top of McIntyre Bluff today, and no trail trail traffic except one dog walking party. Most odd, and they put families on the trail with small children to buzz about, often a half dozen per direction. Though, I had the company of a snake that scuttled out of the way, and me too, taking an extra hop to put some distance between me and it. And of course for the next 45 min. of trail walking time, why, there was at least six simulated events. For example, boughs that had a particular sinuous or serpentine look to them, some of them planted/arranged for my return on the same trail as they weren't there before. And too, something else, likely a bird was scuttling out of the way in the same fashion as the snake a few minutes beforehand. Call it the trauma re-creation games, something the perps just love to pull off. Or parts of it; in this case the sound, and the visual recreation events separately.
The perps have me in a deep groove of feeling grossly overweight, instead of 20lb overweight. I don't know why they do this, but these bouts will go on for a few days and then lapse into the usual few times per week level. Not to mention who can remotely remove weight by safe means without diet or invasive surgery. Yes, I loathe the sight of excess body flab, and yes, the perps take every moment they can to remind me with their orchestrated Fat Folk parades, (aka, the Gut Strut) gangstalking. Not my problem if I loathe the sight of body flab, and I don't see why an undeclared subversive agency with billions at their annual disposal needs to hound me by displaying their flabby gangstalkers over 12 years and two supposedly democratic countries (Canada, USA).
A second day this week of removing shoots from the trunks of grapevines; these are the same rows I did two weeks ago, but more shoots grew in. And it is no surprise the perps like things to be done over again, from forcing an second trip back to the house from a forced "forget" in bringing my yoga mat to the vehicle, to longer term epsisodes, like building a corporate database for forestry data that had to be done three times over 8 years. I always wondered why such ineptitude was so rampant with my former government employer, especially for IT, but now it makes sense. Especially when one adds in the perp's abiding interest in information, where it comes from, how one uses it and passes it on, how one retrieves it etc. Its as if each meme (cogent fact set) has its own psychic signature they would like to identify and of course, control. I suppose I am due for finding out about information theory, and whatever quantum energetic qualities each meme has, and then sets of associated memes. Way to complicated for a vineyard laborer.
Smoke alarm hi-jinx late last week. One failed, and the landlady supplied me with another. It kept chirping every 5 minutes by itself once the battery was put in it, even if it did pass the button press test. Then she brought another one, same make, and lo, if it didn't also do the same. Funny she hasn't asked about them, all three lined up just inside my door for her to pick up. (Which she didn't).
05-28-2014
I see that yesterday's blogging just disappeared, now starting anew (again) for the week. [No, it somehow came back in an artful bait-and-switch stunt,- some 10 minutes later].
And just for my benefit, a new perp integration stunt. Having a certain Fat Girl, "ML" for now, in my (invaded upon) dreams just before getting up, and now, many follow-on planted ideations of her while making breakfast. Never before have I had dream material that was then fodder in my waking thoughts.
Vineyard work today; some rain while tucking vine shoots in the trellis wires. And lo, if the assholes didn't pull a dog shit stunt, plastering it onto my knee pads just before my 1000h morning break.
05-29-2014
A day of clothing changes; rain gear on (pants and jacket), then as the rain rolled off the former with my sweater on, then removing the sweater for a shirt on, then with no rain pants on as it continued to warm up and become dry. All as a prior color energy "warm up" to helping the son-in-law unload his cargo of four pallets of brown glass cider bottles in brown cardboard box cases, a five high pallet load, the same ones I was handling on the weekend (4 days ago) and bottlling at another site.
He needed me to aid in pushing the pallet jack in with the fork lift and pallet jack, while he ran the fork lift to move the pallets between his trailer and the shipping container. And to no surprise, I have encountered vehicular gangstalking trailer loads of wine bottles the weekend before (on a Sunday no less), last weekend, and the adjacent winery with a very similar trailer load some 400m away, left out all day for some reason. Not to mention our own winery has three pallet loads of bottled, but unlabelled wine sitting in it.
And a major vehicular gangstalking event, as I headed to the same son-in-law of the owner to drop something off, and he gave me some left over ice wine and some of his to-be-commerical sauces I had tried last week.
05-30-2014
Vineyard tucking all day long, mostly sunny but not hot. A vehicular clusterfuck at the gate when leaving; some seeming two visiting couples in two vehicles parked in the driveway at the gate and decidedly blocking egress. They walked the 100m of driveway I had just driven on to retrieve their vehicles, one driving the white vehicle past me, and the other strangely backing up the orange (Unfavored color) up onto the road. And the owner "happened" to be returning from Vancouver (5 hour drive) at that moment, and so his black SUV was also queued up (having been driven past the gate and then turned around a quarter mile ahead and now coming downhill). All told, four vehicles including mine for the mere act of departing from my work site, something I do 5x/week. Though, it is consistent with long running nonsense stunts at this same gate, and as mentioned in past blogs, going from gravel to paved surfaces, or vice versa, is a HUGE deal for the Psychopaths of the Fourth Reich.
06-01-2014
Saturday, and the usual litany of chores to do; laundry with the red-shirts and shiftless males in ball caps. And while it was washing, onto other chores, one being a Walmart visitation to get a new pillow, as the prior one had yellow stain on it for some reason, unconventional as far as I could tell. It is been at my head for the last five years or more, and goes nowhere else, so what is it that is inexorably staining the pillow? [inexorable [in-ek-ser-uh-buhl] adjective 1. unyielding; unalterable].
And believe me, Walmart visitations are a chore, and if not, a nonstop threat alert situation. Since the males making hand signals and other like extra-obvious silent communications at the entrance, and the staff member in a red smock, who most inexplicably wasn't looking ahead and just about chest butted me, I make only rare trips there. This Walmart has been recently renovated to superstore status, and so it was instructive to cruise around and check it out. I was there early enough, about 0830h, so there wasn't the throngs of human per-worse-ity to contend with. Just more shiftless males in ball caps and a pronounced waddle and the loathesome "gut strut" and their ridiculous baggy and checked shorts to their knee or lower. And they made a point of doing faux shopping and erupting for reprises of two or more times, usually in succession. If I don't like the sight of such public specimens (aka, the Unfavored), then why am I getting hounded with this variety of freaks at every turn? All them either members of the Psychopathic Confederacy with billions to burn, or else local wannabes.
At least the cashier was cute, even with facial jewelry; the cleavage show didn't go unnoticied either. An E. Indian fat girl as well, though her doe eyes aided the female feature attraction count. And she seemed a little jaded, even if I was her first customer of the day. Hmmm, she won't last too long in that job, and maybe she is a "visitor", aka, a stand-in of the perps. And given their predilection for Fat Girl stalking, starting with Ms. C of on/off (x2) girlfriend status in 2000-2003, perhaps it is the same Fat Girl all along. I never would of figured out that they could do morphing (aka shape shifting) of individuals until they led me down their education path, but it seems easy enough for them to have individuals change race, facial features, hair color etc. for temporary purposes and in short order (5 minutes or less). The perps seem to need longer to have their morphed subjects/operatives change height or width, and do this less often.
And of course, they have done some of that to me; I will be 60 y.o. in July (2014) and I look 35 y.o. or so. And they mangled my face some too, by making the right eyebrow 1/2" higher than my left side (their asymmetry requirement). Such a treat them fuckers, who performed this artful appearance change back in early 2004 and have kept me this way since then. Like Dorian Grey, though I never made a pact with anybody. Besides, I would gladly exchange the current abuse state for looking like an elder-fogey, though without the ossified perspective one associates with that demographic group.
Other morning chores were to dispose of the three smoke alarms that were each found to be dysfunctional this week, courtesy of my landlady bringing two to replace the one that went wonky. They were all wonky as it "happened", and I invited her to try them out as she left them here, but she didn't take me up on it and delivered a new one instead. I had to take that ionizing radioactive (negative orgonic properties) e-waste to the recycling location along with the glass bottles. And yet again, a shiftless male in a ball cap was loitering (and sucking butt (a cigarette)) in the plant yard, making himself out to be a staff member who "happened" to precede me inside with the smoke alarms after I first dropped the glass into the correct bin.
I got screwed out of my reward bonus at the local food market I frequent. Somehow I "forgot" to read the part in my email about printing it out and somehow I assumed they could see my reward on their till-PC, but no, I had to have a print out in hand. And too, their membership site blows up every time I attempt to log in, so what is the point of that reward program except to piss me off?
All the while long trains, ten or more, of vehicular gangstalking traffic built up; the usual litany of grey-scale colors with a red vehicle inserted in the middle, and now, more green vehicles, often at the tail end of these trains/pods. (I call them trains if in a single lane, and pods if they are two or more lanes clustered together).
Another chore in the morning was for me to clean my briefcase they that got hit with a mold attack this week. I have no idea how a briefcase sitting in the floor in mid-suite, and NOT next to an external wall (per four prior mold eruptions) got mold on it and the carpet didn't. Said briefcase was my office workaday accompaniment since 1999 to late 2002, and because I don't work in an office now, it is largely unused, save for keeping certain papers in a safe location. Not that the landlady is fussed about the mold eruptions here, even if she did clean up the 6' of wall length along the base boards last week. This was the mold eruption that occured on my suitcase, the one I surreptitiously cleaned with the power washer at the car wash, and the associated skit of the attendant making out that he knew, even if he never saw it. (He was washing a car outside around the corner from me while I was washing the suitcase that was exposed outside of the trunk for a minute or so.) And another fine coincidence (ahem); both my suitcase and my briefcase are made mostly from black ballistic cordura, that hard wearing nylon weave. Call it the Mold Eruption on Ballistic Nylon Confluence/Coincidence.
As my leg hairs regrew so quickly (four weeks ago) I had to get them waxed again, another perp preoccupation they put me through since mid-2011. Like last time, there was a prior day of tanning my legs; having worked in shorts at the vineyard yesterday.
It was the same elf-ish cute blonde girl as last time, and the perps are really trashing my recall of late. Both she and the haircutting student of last time were at the front desk, and it barely registered that I had seem them before. And I never, ever, forgot a face until all this insane shit rained down on me since 04-2002. The first prominent instance of facial "forgets" was in mid-2006 when at the LD store in Victoria, and my dentist's office assistant, a model of kindness and efficiency, was acting in a capacity of a store staff member and selling me a product. Only some 15 minutes later, after I was back at my place, did I know who she was. This insane memory fucking has increased of late and I am getting hugely perturbed that this will continue. Wasn't it a film director who said we are nothing but our memories? So true, and the malevolent Psychopathic Confederacy knows how to dynamically and operationally mess with one's recall by remote means.
And leg waxing was also a time for the HD motorcycle parade outside, the front door being propped open by a chair to ensure that a full-on noise experience wasn't missed. And the leg wax was red again, surely a perp arrangement as they ordinarily used a light yellow colored wax. And as the perps are so fussed with my red color exposures, it suggests they are making progress in isolating the effects of red on me. It used to be back in 2002 to 06-2006 when I was last allowed to own and drive a car (until 04-2012 to present), I would purposely park my vehicle next to a red colored vehicle, and nearly every time when I returned, the red vehicle(s) were gone. Once they arranged at least ten parked red vehicles on the W side of a parking lot and I parked next to the E most red vehicle. When I came out, all the red vehicles were gone. Today, they parked a red vehicle next to mine while I was getting my legs waxed nearby. Interesting, their incremental boldness with red colors of late. Though brown vehicles are becoming a little more prominent too, usually while driven though.
It was interesting that the perps had me saw two 36" of 1x1" aluminum istock n half after leg waxing, along with amping up the local lawn mower noise and adding in the wretched HD motorcycle noise. They even put a 10 y.o kid driving his father's large pickup truck by in the back lane, making the corner while his father coached him from the front passenger seat. The act of cutting something up, from tortillas in four to chicken meat and anything else, using knives or saws or whatever is such a HUGE deal for the perps. The aluminum stock had been sitting around for some four weeks and I wasn't allowed to get on with using it, or even drilling it until today. This wretched server rack project has turned out to me a four month continuum of tasks that are separated by weeks, which doesn't fit well with my strong and normally abiding inclination to get things done NOW. All the aluminum saw dust was of great perp interest, spreading it on me, on the vice-bench I have and it defying gravity to stay in place.
01-06-2014
After getting sucked into "thinking" that yesterday was June 01, it finally arrived. The perps just love these mindfuck games; erroneous acceptance of their planted (and wrong) information, and then the follow-on event of realizing it was erroneous is a prime noise-stalk occasion.
Still groggy after a 1.75 hour nap attack; I am not sleep deprived and even gained extra sleep both mornings of this weekend.
Sunny until I was out on my hike today, then the clouds rolled in after 30 min. of tan time, legs only. I usually go an hour for outside tan time and close it off then no matter how it looks. Another hiking "herd" of 15-20 or so at the top of McIntyre Bluff today, and no trail trail traffic except one dog walking party. Most odd, and they put families on the trail with small children to buzz about, often a half dozen per direction. Though, I had the company of a snake that scuttled out of the way, and me too, taking an extra hop to put some distance between me and it. And of course for the next 45 min. of trail walking time, why, there was at least six simulated events. For example, boughs that had a particular sinuous or serpentine look to them, some of them planted/arranged for my return on the same trail as they weren't there before. And too, something else, likely a bird was scuttling out of the way in the same fashion as the snake a few minutes beforehand. Call it the trauma re-creation games, something the perps just love to pull off. Or parts of it; in this case the sound, and the visual recreation events separately.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Severe Abuse Monday
03-04-2013
The assholes started straight out of the gate by resetting my alarm one hour later for a much reduced morning routine; no coffee, no chocolate, and no shaving (anywhere). And too, they obstructed my Rx yesterday so no yellow pills inside me either. The boss laid on a bunch of demands, all reasonable in the context of the winemaker job I now lead, which meant I was busy the whole day pumping (brown, and yellow-brown) apple juice from one tank or vat to another and then extensive cleaning of bins, tools, etc. He has decided to make cider along with a cryo-extracted ice wine and so I have two fermentions on the go instead of the planned latter one. One in a stainless steel tank, one in a plastic tank, all juice from the same source.
With all the pumping and cleaning it was ripe for the perps to have me "forget" things, make multiple extra trips, make extra splatter and mess, have me mount the floating lid bung backwards, have the wind blow things around including smashing the glass hydrometer on the ground, have flies arrive from nowhere get stuck in the juice, have the primer pump hose flip out of the bin and then it lose prime and many other arranged adversities to keep me riled up all day long. They even scrambled me to pull my vehicle's fuel filler lever instead of the adjacent trunk lever when went to put my boots in the trunk. Then to complete their fuckery, they had a mess erupt on the floating tank lid at 1600h, and that clean up cost me more time so that yoga was missed, now over a week as they screwed me on Friday too. If I had access to a 9mm, I would do it right fucking now. [Post script; the floating lid wasn't needed as this is a primary fermentation- basic winemaking skills now scrambled as well].
03-05-2013
They started the day with the same intense fuckery as all day yesterday to get me infuriated yet again, but backed off to normal level abuse for the rest of the day.
With the hydrometer broken from yesterday I had to use a hydrometer with a different scale and convert, and then that raised FUD because there was already a drop from wild yeast fermenting that I didn't expect. Was it the change in hydrometer forced by the breakage or is there an unexpected fermentaion going on at a much higher than expected rate? Why all this arranged confusion, almost as bad as the vehicular clusterfucks they create
The outside pounding and vibration outside my suite continued this evening, plus the yobos increased the volume of their banter so I could hear their words. And the woman in the N. neighbor suite has been on the phone for three hours of normal tone voice, though I cannot determine what she is saying. The combined voice, (male and female separately) and outside tromping and suite vibration reached a climax when I was watching the Ch. 8 news, and instead of the dishy blonde weather reporter (who was sick, apparently) there was a new young black haired Caucasian woman who they WOULD NOT do a close up on for me to evaluate attractiveness. Normally they do some close-ups of the weather reporter, but not this time; I cannot have too much too soon in any cognitive event, attractive female or otherwise.
Then off to tanning tonight, having missed last week because the perps planted the notion I was too brown. That break in the regular cycle brought on more pounding and yobo (male) banter outside before I departed. Then when on the tanning bed, why, the attendant starts up the vacuum cleaner for crissakes. And have I complained long enough about vacuum cleaners/cleaning arranged in my proximity? Not enough to make a difference. And would this be to perturb the etheric vortices as described in the "The Source Field" by David Wilcock and others, .......
Mouse clicks, light switches, door locks etc. all continue to suffer more "malfunctions" now, and especially online with me listening to music with EMF devices at my ears, headphones that is.
A pointless trip to the college for my tuition reciept; it is available online, but as this Firefox browser gets sabotaged with some kind of scrambled graphics and missing tabs, why, I couldn't find the link. All to sent me to have a look at the admin assistant's display and see that she was using IE and all those tabs were organized and visible instead of the jumble of web pages I get, the degree seeming to depend on the implementation technology. Naturally I had to wait for a person ahead of me me who has extensive questions and contingencies and spent a lot of time bent over and looking at the same admin. assistant's LCD display and web pages.
03-06-2013
An 0800h workday arranged stunt where the driver of a large silver-grey pickup occupied half of the lane I wanted to make a L. turn onto. Ahead of me was half pavement and half gravel. I look up to see what kind of insane asshole would pull this, (he could of backed up too), and he has this big loopy grin on his face. Totally arranged, as any responsible driver would of moved their vehicle either forward or backward.
A screaming rage show over mouse fucking; copy, paste, insert and the rest of the usual mouse commands are getting screwed, my email won't reply but goes into a new message etc. All to accompany me making my very first interac funds exchange instead of the infernal charge card thing which is months behind. Except no screaming now, just hoarse articulated enragement.
A stakeout at yoga; the elder ladies and the tattoo girl came again; plus the cute one who has a tattoo on her arm; the "cute but a little tattoo" instead of the major fugly tattoo scene next to her. I hadn't been for 10 days, and didn't feel the worse for it, and the perps let me do balances (on one foot) a little better instead of the non-stop gravitic pushes and foot movement that is usually imposed. They did this once before; one footed balances suddenly got easy and from thereafter were sabotage relentlessly. On either side of me both women wore the same colored top; lime to avocado green
03-07-2013
Winemaking; busy with disaster prevention as the H2S smell started on one of the ferments, so I had to add more yeast nutrient. That cost me an hour at the end of the day. But the vehicular posse was ready for me, running clusters of color coordinated vehicles ahead and behind me, along with the center-line hogs in the opposing lane coming 12" into my lane for no seeming reason but flagrant belligerence.
An unabashed Fat Girl laundry stalker; leading ahead while on the phone, then still on the phone when dealing with her laundry. I turn on the light as it was getting mighty dim in there, and she did at least turn around to look how it happened. Then she is crossing back and forth in front of the washing machine I wanted to use, essentially stalking the wasthing machine while still on her EMF device and using this as an excuse for totally rude behavior IMHO. Then about 1.5 hours later, I retrieve my laundry from the washing machine and the same Fat Girl comes back to attend to her laundry in the dryer, on the phone again. This time she has a 3" wide unnatural red and yellow streak in her hair on the left side. I don't see how I could of missed that the first time.
The perps then screwed me when I made up a bench trial for wine tasting, so 20 min. of work had to be tossed out.
Then shit games all day long, the leaking sensation needing attention at least twice.
And a late evening phone call from the downstairs neighbor accusing me of shaking the place. I told her it wasn't me, it was the tromping males walking outside on the walkway outside my room. Then she said something that I never make noise when I go up the stairs. Like WTF; why didn't you figure it out that it wasn't me and likely other persons who you likely viewed going up or down the stairs if you know my habits so well?. That her timing for phoning was impeccable didn't go unnoticed; within 10 seconds of me turning most of the lights out, as I was about to go to the bathroom at 2220h for crissakes. What a time to call and to accuse me of shaking the place when it is the trompers and it was a relatively quiet evening for that, unlike the evening before.
03-08-2013
Friday and I got to do winemaking to keep the apple ice wine ferment going. yet again, some of the juice got on me and so I get to launder my clothes after work for the fourth time in the last five work days. Then I got scrambled as to whether I put in the detergent or not, and the manager "happened" to come by and ask about my TV and player, as the room cleaner is techo-savvy I am told. The room cleaner also "happened" to also come by the laundry room, and the manager asked her if she got the player to play onto the TV in my suite and she said she couldn't figure it out. Get this; a one year old TV, and a one year old disc player, both with HDMI connections and the player won't play into the TV. I had checked it out before this, and couldn't get them to work, so I was not alone.
And a stood-up stunt; a raw foods outfit said to come before 1500h today to pick up my order in Naramata, and so I started work earlier and left earlier, and got to the raw foods farm with 20 minutes to spare, and no one was there. I got the right place as they had a sign on the door, and I even phoned them to no answer. I cannot believe this bullshit, arranging to meet at a specific time and the fucker didn't show up at his own place. A note on the door would of worked, but then again, why would I expect common decency any more?
03-09-2013
Saturday, and I drove into work at 1100h, a rarity. But as there is an active fermentation going, I thought I had better have a look. Good thing I did as the fermentation increased in temperature by 80% and did this in half the time as before.
Sugar; what is it all about? I went to a new store I have not visitied and shall call GCSS and was gangstalked up the asshole for my first time. A Fuckwit skinhead male was sitting in his red truck when parked the vehicle and then decides to get out and tail me to the shopping cart shed. Said Fuckwit skinhead lets out a loud yelp of some kind after I had exited my vehicle. I look at him wondering what it was, and he made out it was nothing as he was staring back at me.
And lo, if I didn't have the right kind of change to insert a dollar coin into the handle to of the shopping cart to unlock it. And lo, if another Fuckwit male was sitting in his vehicle on the other side of where I parked. I cannot get over the number of shiftless males sitting in their vehicles and doing squat in parking lots these days. So when I got to the entrance why some gangstalkers were walking the other way, exiting at the entrance. And ditto in reverse when I was exiting; Fuckwits entering the exit.
I had to get bags of sugar, and lo if I didn't have a family posse on my ass, with two shopping carts in serial formation and when I stopped at the sugar at the end of the aisle, why, they stopped opposite me. Then to the checkout to get out of there, and when unloading the sugar the cashier commands me to leave it in the shopping cart. And when it is my turn, she tells me that there is a limit of one bag per customer and I had four. I said I didn't want any in that case as I didn't want the inconvenience of getting it all over town. Then she says that I can have three at the higher price; I tell her that is OK then, I just want four bags of sugar. Like WTF; first she tells me I can only buy one, and then she modifies this to be one at the sale price, the rest at the regular price. She had this habit of looking 12" to my L when talking to me, not to my face directly. It is the first time I have ever seen this kind of deranged behavior anywhere, persistent horizontal gaze displacement, but not vertical gaze displacement. It was most bizarre.
I am fighting pink bars showing up on the Firefox browser for no seeming reason, (purportedly an error message) and lo, if they aren't replicated in plasma form; at the bottom of the LCD display rather than the top, fainter for sure, and also skewed 5 degrees from horizontal.
03-10-2013
PDT, as in Pacific Daylight Time, or would it be Psychopathic Dithering Traumatization? As in an insane screwover this morning. They had me adjust the three clocks last night. This morning, when looking at the time on the PC it was two hours ahead, and I was planted with the notion they screwed up. Later, when headed out the door I checked my cellphone and it was the same, two hours ahead. Only then did they allow me to realize that I got fucked into turning the clocks back instead of ahead, and so I had to change them all again today. NEVER have I screwed up a DT/ST time change, and NEVER has my analytical faculties deserted me as I would of figured it out after looking at the PC time.
More supermarket shopping cart fuckery, using my minimal knowledge to a disadvantage as I don't normally deal with shopping carts in any store. One has to insert a quarter to release the lock, but it was sprung and as the perps removed my finger the quarter goes flying out, hitting me and then to the ground. The second time it "happens" the quarter just disappears in mid air as it didn't fall to the ground or captured in my hand. I get another quarter and try again, but none of the three shopping carts would release the locking pin. I turn around to go, and find the first quarter 4' behind me on the ground. How did it get there as it made no sound, and plain disappeared from sight? One old geezer in brown came by to look at me, staring as he was walking toward the doors, and what would that of been about as I wasn't making a scene even if totally infuriated.
A Sunday, but as an active fermentation is going I on, and the owner flitted off, I had to attend to it. I find it most curious that he departs when he did not supply me with critical supplies that I had asked for, and said he would get, but didn't. I just wonder if that was to set me up for the above mentioned supermarket shopping cart fuckery that erupted at both stores as well as the interim vexation of trying to unlock them.
More orange and pink plasma beams sitting over the bottom of this LCD display, sometimes going off horizontal.
More of the organized vehicular calvalcade; either driving over center-line or over the shoulder line.
Anyhow, another week is done and to get this posted.
The assholes started straight out of the gate by resetting my alarm one hour later for a much reduced morning routine; no coffee, no chocolate, and no shaving (anywhere). And too, they obstructed my Rx yesterday so no yellow pills inside me either. The boss laid on a bunch of demands, all reasonable in the context of the winemaker job I now lead, which meant I was busy the whole day pumping (brown, and yellow-brown) apple juice from one tank or vat to another and then extensive cleaning of bins, tools, etc. He has decided to make cider along with a cryo-extracted ice wine and so I have two fermentions on the go instead of the planned latter one. One in a stainless steel tank, one in a plastic tank, all juice from the same source.
With all the pumping and cleaning it was ripe for the perps to have me "forget" things, make multiple extra trips, make extra splatter and mess, have me mount the floating lid bung backwards, have the wind blow things around including smashing the glass hydrometer on the ground, have flies arrive from nowhere get stuck in the juice, have the primer pump hose flip out of the bin and then it lose prime and many other arranged adversities to keep me riled up all day long. They even scrambled me to pull my vehicle's fuel filler lever instead of the adjacent trunk lever when went to put my boots in the trunk. Then to complete their fuckery, they had a mess erupt on the floating tank lid at 1600h, and that clean up cost me more time so that yoga was missed, now over a week as they screwed me on Friday too. If I had access to a 9mm, I would do it right fucking now. [Post script; the floating lid wasn't needed as this is a primary fermentation- basic winemaking skills now scrambled as well].
03-05-2013
They started the day with the same intense fuckery as all day yesterday to get me infuriated yet again, but backed off to normal level abuse for the rest of the day.
With the hydrometer broken from yesterday I had to use a hydrometer with a different scale and convert, and then that raised FUD because there was already a drop from wild yeast fermenting that I didn't expect. Was it the change in hydrometer forced by the breakage or is there an unexpected fermentaion going on at a much higher than expected rate? Why all this arranged confusion, almost as bad as the vehicular clusterfucks they create
The outside pounding and vibration outside my suite continued this evening, plus the yobos increased the volume of their banter so I could hear their words. And the woman in the N. neighbor suite has been on the phone for three hours of normal tone voice, though I cannot determine what she is saying. The combined voice, (male and female separately) and outside tromping and suite vibration reached a climax when I was watching the Ch. 8 news, and instead of the dishy blonde weather reporter (who was sick, apparently) there was a new young black haired Caucasian woman who they WOULD NOT do a close up on for me to evaluate attractiveness. Normally they do some close-ups of the weather reporter, but not this time; I cannot have too much too soon in any cognitive event, attractive female or otherwise.
Then off to tanning tonight, having missed last week because the perps planted the notion I was too brown. That break in the regular cycle brought on more pounding and yobo (male) banter outside before I departed. Then when on the tanning bed, why, the attendant starts up the vacuum cleaner for crissakes. And have I complained long enough about vacuum cleaners/cleaning arranged in my proximity? Not enough to make a difference. And would this be to perturb the etheric vortices as described in the "The Source Field" by David Wilcock and others, .......
Mouse clicks, light switches, door locks etc. all continue to suffer more "malfunctions" now, and especially online with me listening to music with EMF devices at my ears, headphones that is.
A pointless trip to the college for my tuition reciept; it is available online, but as this Firefox browser gets sabotaged with some kind of scrambled graphics and missing tabs, why, I couldn't find the link. All to sent me to have a look at the admin assistant's display and see that she was using IE and all those tabs were organized and visible instead of the jumble of web pages I get, the degree seeming to depend on the implementation technology. Naturally I had to wait for a person ahead of me me who has extensive questions and contingencies and spent a lot of time bent over and looking at the same admin. assistant's LCD display and web pages.
03-06-2013
An 0800h workday arranged stunt where the driver of a large silver-grey pickup occupied half of the lane I wanted to make a L. turn onto. Ahead of me was half pavement and half gravel. I look up to see what kind of insane asshole would pull this, (he could of backed up too), and he has this big loopy grin on his face. Totally arranged, as any responsible driver would of moved their vehicle either forward or backward.
A screaming rage show over mouse fucking; copy, paste, insert and the rest of the usual mouse commands are getting screwed, my email won't reply but goes into a new message etc. All to accompany me making my very first interac funds exchange instead of the infernal charge card thing which is months behind. Except no screaming now, just hoarse articulated enragement.
A stakeout at yoga; the elder ladies and the tattoo girl came again; plus the cute one who has a tattoo on her arm; the "cute but a little tattoo" instead of the major fugly tattoo scene next to her. I hadn't been for 10 days, and didn't feel the worse for it, and the perps let me do balances (on one foot) a little better instead of the non-stop gravitic pushes and foot movement that is usually imposed. They did this once before; one footed balances suddenly got easy and from thereafter were sabotage relentlessly. On either side of me both women wore the same colored top; lime to avocado green
03-07-2013
Winemaking; busy with disaster prevention as the H2S smell started on one of the ferments, so I had to add more yeast nutrient. That cost me an hour at the end of the day. But the vehicular posse was ready for me, running clusters of color coordinated vehicles ahead and behind me, along with the center-line hogs in the opposing lane coming 12" into my lane for no seeming reason but flagrant belligerence.
An unabashed Fat Girl laundry stalker; leading ahead while on the phone, then still on the phone when dealing with her laundry. I turn on the light as it was getting mighty dim in there, and she did at least turn around to look how it happened. Then she is crossing back and forth in front of the washing machine I wanted to use, essentially stalking the wasthing machine while still on her EMF device and using this as an excuse for totally rude behavior IMHO. Then about 1.5 hours later, I retrieve my laundry from the washing machine and the same Fat Girl comes back to attend to her laundry in the dryer, on the phone again. This time she has a 3" wide unnatural red and yellow streak in her hair on the left side. I don't see how I could of missed that the first time.
The perps then screwed me when I made up a bench trial for wine tasting, so 20 min. of work had to be tossed out.
Then shit games all day long, the leaking sensation needing attention at least twice.
And a late evening phone call from the downstairs neighbor accusing me of shaking the place. I told her it wasn't me, it was the tromping males walking outside on the walkway outside my room. Then she said something that I never make noise when I go up the stairs. Like WTF; why didn't you figure it out that it wasn't me and likely other persons who you likely viewed going up or down the stairs if you know my habits so well?. That her timing for phoning was impeccable didn't go unnoticed; within 10 seconds of me turning most of the lights out, as I was about to go to the bathroom at 2220h for crissakes. What a time to call and to accuse me of shaking the place when it is the trompers and it was a relatively quiet evening for that, unlike the evening before.
03-08-2013
Friday and I got to do winemaking to keep the apple ice wine ferment going. yet again, some of the juice got on me and so I get to launder my clothes after work for the fourth time in the last five work days. Then I got scrambled as to whether I put in the detergent or not, and the manager "happened" to come by and ask about my TV and player, as the room cleaner is techo-savvy I am told. The room cleaner also "happened" to also come by the laundry room, and the manager asked her if she got the player to play onto the TV in my suite and she said she couldn't figure it out. Get this; a one year old TV, and a one year old disc player, both with HDMI connections and the player won't play into the TV. I had checked it out before this, and couldn't get them to work, so I was not alone.
And a stood-up stunt; a raw foods outfit said to come before 1500h today to pick up my order in Naramata, and so I started work earlier and left earlier, and got to the raw foods farm with 20 minutes to spare, and no one was there. I got the right place as they had a sign on the door, and I even phoned them to no answer. I cannot believe this bullshit, arranging to meet at a specific time and the fucker didn't show up at his own place. A note on the door would of worked, but then again, why would I expect common decency any more?
03-09-2013
Saturday, and I drove into work at 1100h, a rarity. But as there is an active fermentation going, I thought I had better have a look. Good thing I did as the fermentation increased in temperature by 80% and did this in half the time as before.
Sugar; what is it all about? I went to a new store I have not visitied and shall call GCSS and was gangstalked up the asshole for my first time. A Fuckwit skinhead male was sitting in his red truck when parked the vehicle and then decides to get out and tail me to the shopping cart shed. Said Fuckwit skinhead lets out a loud yelp of some kind after I had exited my vehicle. I look at him wondering what it was, and he made out it was nothing as he was staring back at me.
And lo, if I didn't have the right kind of change to insert a dollar coin into the handle to of the shopping cart to unlock it. And lo, if another Fuckwit male was sitting in his vehicle on the other side of where I parked. I cannot get over the number of shiftless males sitting in their vehicles and doing squat in parking lots these days. So when I got to the entrance why some gangstalkers were walking the other way, exiting at the entrance. And ditto in reverse when I was exiting; Fuckwits entering the exit.
I had to get bags of sugar, and lo if I didn't have a family posse on my ass, with two shopping carts in serial formation and when I stopped at the sugar at the end of the aisle, why, they stopped opposite me. Then to the checkout to get out of there, and when unloading the sugar the cashier commands me to leave it in the shopping cart. And when it is my turn, she tells me that there is a limit of one bag per customer and I had four. I said I didn't want any in that case as I didn't want the inconvenience of getting it all over town. Then she says that I can have three at the higher price; I tell her that is OK then, I just want four bags of sugar. Like WTF; first she tells me I can only buy one, and then she modifies this to be one at the sale price, the rest at the regular price. She had this habit of looking 12" to my L when talking to me, not to my face directly. It is the first time I have ever seen this kind of deranged behavior anywhere, persistent horizontal gaze displacement, but not vertical gaze displacement. It was most bizarre.
I am fighting pink bars showing up on the Firefox browser for no seeming reason, (purportedly an error message) and lo, if they aren't replicated in plasma form; at the bottom of the LCD display rather than the top, fainter for sure, and also skewed 5 degrees from horizontal.
03-10-2013
PDT, as in Pacific Daylight Time, or would it be Psychopathic Dithering Traumatization? As in an insane screwover this morning. They had me adjust the three clocks last night. This morning, when looking at the time on the PC it was two hours ahead, and I was planted with the notion they screwed up. Later, when headed out the door I checked my cellphone and it was the same, two hours ahead. Only then did they allow me to realize that I got fucked into turning the clocks back instead of ahead, and so I had to change them all again today. NEVER have I screwed up a DT/ST time change, and NEVER has my analytical faculties deserted me as I would of figured it out after looking at the PC time.
More supermarket shopping cart fuckery, using my minimal knowledge to a disadvantage as I don't normally deal with shopping carts in any store. One has to insert a quarter to release the lock, but it was sprung and as the perps removed my finger the quarter goes flying out, hitting me and then to the ground. The second time it "happens" the quarter just disappears in mid air as it didn't fall to the ground or captured in my hand. I get another quarter and try again, but none of the three shopping carts would release the locking pin. I turn around to go, and find the first quarter 4' behind me on the ground. How did it get there as it made no sound, and plain disappeared from sight? One old geezer in brown came by to look at me, staring as he was walking toward the doors, and what would that of been about as I wasn't making a scene even if totally infuriated.
A Sunday, but as an active fermentation is going I on, and the owner flitted off, I had to attend to it. I find it most curious that he departs when he did not supply me with critical supplies that I had asked for, and said he would get, but didn't. I just wonder if that was to set me up for the above mentioned supermarket shopping cart fuckery that erupted at both stores as well as the interim vexation of trying to unlock them.
More orange and pink plasma beams sitting over the bottom of this LCD display, sometimes going off horizontal.
More of the organized vehicular calvalcade; either driving over center-line or over the shoulder line.
Anyhow, another week is done and to get this posted.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Banter of the Rummies
01-21-2012
The background noise of bantering rummies (slang for vagrants, or semi-vagrants in my closeted world) has started up just after finishing tea and chocolate. Post food consumption brings out the extra perp treatment as they deem fit. Not forgetting last week the said rummies were overheard mentioning the word "roster", an indictment that infers organization and that they all work together, and their work assignment is arranged for them. Not often do I get to hear an individual word, just background banter.
The worst yoga class ever in my limited yoga experiences of some 6 years. A balding and fat male instructor , already at three Unfavored strikes, begins power yoga with a breathing exercise for crissakes, and it never got much better than that. Power yoga is meant to be energetic, for the students at least. Though this Fuckwit was energetic, or more like frenetic in his pacing around the classroom, and even circling me at least once. The perps make sure that I cannot stand someone hovering over me or someone acting in a frenetic way (e.g. senseless pacing around). And not only was this Anemic Yoga, but it was conducted with a Frenetic Instructor, who wasn't anything to look at either. As I see it, a new way to screw with my yoga times, which seems of vital importance to the perps, having an instructor I will avoid at all future classes. There is no question the perps need to govern down my yoga or any other kind of fitness endeavors, as the once/week classes got interrupted with instructor no-shows and other like administrative stunts.
The perps forced a nicked finger with the pruners with one plant/vine left to go in the row, at the far end of course. Band-aids are a very popular perp brown color reference applied to skin, Caucasians and negroes alike, including one who had one hanging off his ear on the bus.
01-22-2013
Of all the things to "occur", as in pre-scripted harassment, the perps unblocked my toilet sometime today. This evening, I went to do battle with the backflush of Liquid Plumber and the contents, and nothing was there, save some toilet paper they threw in. I still cannot get over as to why they took it upon themselves, in a never-before event, to undo the mess they created. It is simply astounding that I wasn't treated to another adversity like every time nearly.
Maybe that they ran me out of chocolate has something to do with their extremely rare incidence of cleaning up their own mess, thinking about their brown imperative and all that.
01-23-2013
An 0330h awakening to listen to the barking and howling dog next door (suites, in a motel). The perps put me to sleep for two hours and when I awakened the dog was still barking and howling, and carried on for the next 1.5 hours while I had breakfast, showered, shaved and changed.
Said ball-capped dude/dog owner wasn't there in all likelihood. But when coming back this evening, and being reminded of the early dog noise show, said dude and dog were doing the strut in front of my vehicle as I pulled into a parking stall. Why this Fuckwit had to be paraded in front of me after being reminded of his stunning non-performance immediately beforehand is very common with the perp coincidence games. Think it, and lo, if the word or concept or object isn't mentioned by someone in short order or else appears live.
And it should not go unmentioned that I have had a fair bit of daily dog barking while working on pruning in the vineyard this and the past week. The neighboring vineyard's workers bring their dogs to work and lo, if they don't bark when I am out, some 400' away. And too, barking is often arranged at the instant I am cutting a grape vine.
Another follow-on jerkaround was for the perps to inflict some kind of hip joint pain and sensitivity such that I hobble with an uneven gait and cannot stand on my right leg. I wasn't doing anything strange, it just came on as I was walking in this room I live in. And they have laid this pain and disablement on me the entire day, and as I write this. Another one of those hoping-it-will-go-away inflictions, but if it isn't over tomorrow I will have to see a doctor.
Then a double jerkaround at the tanning salon tonight; the first was sending someone into my booked room, after she had done a parading around the room in typical perp style. I objected and said that I had it booked, and fortuneately the gangstalker relented and I got to go in. All for sending someone immediately in front of me for less than a half minute, as she had only taken off her boots.
That wasn't enough though; the perps can now play with ones' perception of time passing, and so they did while under the tanning lights of the sun bed. Eventually they worked this worry into a full blown concern and I got out of the bed about two minutes early.
And as my watch has gone missing for some mysterious reason, I did not have any way to measure time. Convenient, that.
Other abuse today was the same continuance of messing with my ability to grasp, estimate distance, and otherwise interfere with my fine motor coordination involved in pruning grapevines, what I do for a living now (all viticultural activities).
Another piece of wonderful timing was the son-in-law of the owners arriving at 1625h as I was about the leave, the "dinge onset", as in winter sunset, a very favorite perp time to create more hassle. Not only did I get to help him load his red truck, but also the perps re-bled the finger wound they inflicted on me two days ago. I did not need a band-aid (brown color adhesive sampling) on it in any way today, but lo, and with no provocation, I saw blood on the cider tank where the son-in-law wanted to extract a sample into three brown bottles.I look at my finger and the assholes had re-bled it for absolutely no conventional physical reason. And we have talked about blood samples and that have we not, and that it is very likely many of the massacres and other such current day tragedies just might be perp driven blood-location interaction samples.
01-24-2013
A day of pruning grapevines mostly. Subzero (below 0C), maybe -2C or so, nothing too chilly and 8" of snow on the ground, the snowfall was Jan. 8, and with little thawing, the snow remains. Though the perps did pull a half inch snowfall yesterday to slightly mask what was on the ground on the prior 8" of snow.
I get the usual noisestalking, especially at the moment of cutting a vine. And even the odd phone call, the moment I decided which cane to cut of two good choices, my boss phones. The last two days he had the unerring knack of phoning me as I have just left or entered his house. (The vineyard owners are away in Vancouver BC this week, as the perps seemed to want them totally gone while they noisestalk me pruning).
Strangely, the motel manager phoned me to tell me that the water supply was going to be shutdown again. Like WTF; she didn't tell me that it was shutdown
Wednesday, but she tells me it will be Thursday. No matter, I am away at work when it is shutdown, though regular readers will know that the perps routinely interrupt my water supply no matter where I go. It was 2011 when they crimped the copper supply line at the First Feral Family house, as there was an excavation to look at the perimeter drains. About two years before that, my perp-abetting mother had the plumbers come by to do some upgrade work and lo, if they didn't put some PEX (plastic) pipe for the supply to the washing machine. All this dicking around over water supply spells one thing; the perps are a long way from ending this unrelenting abuse.
01-25-2013
Friday, end of the work week. I did winemaking until 1100h, then pruning grape vines for the rest of the day. The son-in-law was back to park his red truck 100' away, barely visible through the brown grape vines. All part of the "browning around" games, adding some red into the picture.
The perps screwed me totally when driving home; I had planned two stops in close proximity but that wasn't allowed and I was near the highway before they let me in on this mind-fuckery. Another level of "never before"; that is, such strightforward plans never got this messed up or forgotten with such rapidity. Thanks a lot assholes.
One of the stops was due to my Rx refill getting screwed with. The phone refill system somehow "failed" after the first Rx, and cut me off. So I phoned in the second Rx and it took it, and so I expected them both to be ready. But no, one Rx wasn't filled for crissakes. Both were put into the Rx telephone refill system over two calls and only one got filled. Not only do we have an errant Rx refill system but the staff compounded it by not processing both.
All to keep me at the counter for longer it seemed and give the Rx tech an excuse to vacate the counter to go look at a LCD system 10' away, and then come back. The setup was already in place with a much delayed customer, then two native Indian girls with a young child were ahead of me, and then these adjacent loafing Fuckwits with child decided to get up and tail me in the queue after a fat Fuckwit vacated his spot in the lineup for no apparent reason. In other words, I had child gangstalkers (less than 2 y.o., in strollers) and caregivers either side of me, one native Indian, one Caucasian, even if the latter looked like they came from the Osarks, replete with pacing around behavior with cell phone in hand.
And I see the perps have just polluted yoga again, twice in succession now. Above mentioned male yoga instructor with large gut teaches tonight and Sunday morning when I wanted to go both times. This Fuckwit had never been instructing before, and now he shows up twice more after distinguishing himself as the worst yoga instructor. Not to mention the biggest eyesore as well.
The toilet blocking count these past five working days was three evening in succession and a fourth with no obstruction stunt. This is a huge increase in needing to go, as 2x/week has been the imposed norm for years.
01-26-2012
A shut-in day, as a new music management and player software was installed and tested. And after spending some 6 hours fixing metadata, why, 95 Gb of compressed music files just plain disappeared. As in poof, all gone and no Windows backups.
Not entirely without backups as it turned out, as I had made a manual backup in 11-2011, which might seem a long time ago, but as it was the last backup before I left Victoria, I have all the CD's I have ripped since then. A constant perp theme is to do things over again; no wonder wherever I worked there seemed to be inherent organizational problems where re-work was the order of the day.
Though the system mysteries continue; a backup is twice the size of the source files.
The errant wall whacking noise continues, at least 1x/minute, and of no discernible conventional cause. I also get masers at every turn, especially where I am looking, these small circular ones have an unerring habit of appearing just where I am going to look, and then stay there until at least I swear at them or else flick my head or otherwise change my gaze. That is true; looking at anything is a highly governed and interfered with activity, and it only gets worse from there.
01-27-1012
I got out to the bank, LD for Rx and a grocery store and to fill up the tank in the vehicle. As in keeping with past practice, gangstalking is much heavier after shut-in days. These Fuckwits at the ATM malingering, and again at the grocery store, who then all lined up behind me, save one who was ahead, at the checkout. The one ahead was in checkout-malingering mode, taking her time to sign a pentition that happened to be there. And they were big on hindering today, having Fuckwits arrive just ahead of where I planned to go.
And plenty of oil spots on the parking lots; these small slicks of yellow, purple and blue coloring dogged my path each location. As mentioned many times, the perps have an obsession/harassment and abuse agenda that includes petroleum and its many products/refinement forms. Which, I suspect, relates to their seeming need to determine "earth energies" and that includes flicking mud onto gangstalking vehicles and public transportation. And it might go back to 29 September 1913 when Rudolph Diesel somehow flipped overboard and drowned on his way to the UK to make contracts with oil seed suppliers.
And I stopped at the yoga center to see if my watch had been turned in. And lo, it had; someone found it in the parking lot, which makes some sense as I recall pulling out of my boot after class. As to how it came off my wrist, that would be another mystery. This watch has gone missing before, and that was a highly improbable find as it was at at the farm where I worked. Given that the perps started in earnest in 04-2002, and one of their first tasks was to sabotage my steel mesh banded watch, I am not too surprised. And too, I have two watchbands to replace the present one, both with some orange detail on the black vinyl watchband. Somehow, (har, har) the parcel went missing and the online dealer supplied another. After I came back from Christmas break, both had been delivered.
I don't know what the deal is about the color orange, but suffice to say it gets plenty of gangstalking and harassment attention. It appears to be an Unfavored color of sufficient impact that the perps had me pull the orange colored zipper out of a black and grey pack they had me purchase. And it was a useless purchase, as I already have a pack of the same size. Even though the recently purchased pack offered more room inside, it really didn't amount to a hill of beans. More perp games; buy the wrong thing, do the wrong thing and everything else associated with human ineptitude and folly, even if instigated by them.
Enough of this week's travails and onto posting this.
The background noise of bantering rummies (slang for vagrants, or semi-vagrants in my closeted world) has started up just after finishing tea and chocolate. Post food consumption brings out the extra perp treatment as they deem fit. Not forgetting last week the said rummies were overheard mentioning the word "roster", an indictment that infers organization and that they all work together, and their work assignment is arranged for them. Not often do I get to hear an individual word, just background banter.
The worst yoga class ever in my limited yoga experiences of some 6 years. A balding and fat male instructor , already at three Unfavored strikes, begins power yoga with a breathing exercise for crissakes, and it never got much better than that. Power yoga is meant to be energetic, for the students at least. Though this Fuckwit was energetic, or more like frenetic in his pacing around the classroom, and even circling me at least once. The perps make sure that I cannot stand someone hovering over me or someone acting in a frenetic way (e.g. senseless pacing around). And not only was this Anemic Yoga, but it was conducted with a Frenetic Instructor, who wasn't anything to look at either. As I see it, a new way to screw with my yoga times, which seems of vital importance to the perps, having an instructor I will avoid at all future classes. There is no question the perps need to govern down my yoga or any other kind of fitness endeavors, as the once/week classes got interrupted with instructor no-shows and other like administrative stunts.
The perps forced a nicked finger with the pruners with one plant/vine left to go in the row, at the far end of course. Band-aids are a very popular perp brown color reference applied to skin, Caucasians and negroes alike, including one who had one hanging off his ear on the bus.
01-22-2013
Of all the things to "occur", as in pre-scripted harassment, the perps unblocked my toilet sometime today. This evening, I went to do battle with the backflush of Liquid Plumber and the contents, and nothing was there, save some toilet paper they threw in. I still cannot get over as to why they took it upon themselves, in a never-before event, to undo the mess they created. It is simply astounding that I wasn't treated to another adversity like every time nearly.
Maybe that they ran me out of chocolate has something to do with their extremely rare incidence of cleaning up their own mess, thinking about their brown imperative and all that.
01-23-2013
An 0330h awakening to listen to the barking and howling dog next door (suites, in a motel). The perps put me to sleep for two hours and when I awakened the dog was still barking and howling, and carried on for the next 1.5 hours while I had breakfast, showered, shaved and changed.
Said ball-capped dude/dog owner wasn't there in all likelihood. But when coming back this evening, and being reminded of the early dog noise show, said dude and dog were doing the strut in front of my vehicle as I pulled into a parking stall. Why this Fuckwit had to be paraded in front of me after being reminded of his stunning non-performance immediately beforehand is very common with the perp coincidence games. Think it, and lo, if the word or concept or object isn't mentioned by someone in short order or else appears live.
And it should not go unmentioned that I have had a fair bit of daily dog barking while working on pruning in the vineyard this and the past week. The neighboring vineyard's workers bring their dogs to work and lo, if they don't bark when I am out, some 400' away. And too, barking is often arranged at the instant I am cutting a grape vine.
Another follow-on jerkaround was for the perps to inflict some kind of hip joint pain and sensitivity such that I hobble with an uneven gait and cannot stand on my right leg. I wasn't doing anything strange, it just came on as I was walking in this room I live in. And they have laid this pain and disablement on me the entire day, and as I write this. Another one of those hoping-it-will-go-away inflictions, but if it isn't over tomorrow I will have to see a doctor.
Then a double jerkaround at the tanning salon tonight; the first was sending someone into my booked room, after she had done a parading around the room in typical perp style. I objected and said that I had it booked, and fortuneately the gangstalker relented and I got to go in. All for sending someone immediately in front of me for less than a half minute, as she had only taken off her boots.
That wasn't enough though; the perps can now play with ones' perception of time passing, and so they did while under the tanning lights of the sun bed. Eventually they worked this worry into a full blown concern and I got out of the bed about two minutes early.
And as my watch has gone missing for some mysterious reason, I did not have any way to measure time. Convenient, that.
Other abuse today was the same continuance of messing with my ability to grasp, estimate distance, and otherwise interfere with my fine motor coordination involved in pruning grapevines, what I do for a living now (all viticultural activities).
Another piece of wonderful timing was the son-in-law of the owners arriving at 1625h as I was about the leave, the "dinge onset", as in winter sunset, a very favorite perp time to create more hassle. Not only did I get to help him load his red truck, but also the perps re-bled the finger wound they inflicted on me two days ago. I did not need a band-aid (brown color adhesive sampling) on it in any way today, but lo, and with no provocation, I saw blood on the cider tank where the son-in-law wanted to extract a sample into three brown bottles.I look at my finger and the assholes had re-bled it for absolutely no conventional physical reason. And we have talked about blood samples and that have we not, and that it is very likely many of the massacres and other such current day tragedies just might be perp driven blood-location interaction samples.
01-24-2013
A day of pruning grapevines mostly. Subzero (below 0C), maybe -2C or so, nothing too chilly and 8" of snow on the ground, the snowfall was Jan. 8, and with little thawing, the snow remains. Though the perps did pull a half inch snowfall yesterday to slightly mask what was on the ground on the prior 8" of snow.
I get the usual noisestalking, especially at the moment of cutting a vine. And even the odd phone call, the moment I decided which cane to cut of two good choices, my boss phones. The last two days he had the unerring knack of phoning me as I have just left or entered his house. (The vineyard owners are away in Vancouver BC this week, as the perps seemed to want them totally gone while they noisestalk me pruning).
Strangely, the motel manager phoned me to tell me that the water supply was going to be shutdown again. Like WTF; she didn't tell me that it was shutdown
Wednesday, but she tells me it will be Thursday. No matter, I am away at work when it is shutdown, though regular readers will know that the perps routinely interrupt my water supply no matter where I go. It was 2011 when they crimped the copper supply line at the First Feral Family house, as there was an excavation to look at the perimeter drains. About two years before that, my perp-abetting mother had the plumbers come by to do some upgrade work and lo, if they didn't put some PEX (plastic) pipe for the supply to the washing machine. All this dicking around over water supply spells one thing; the perps are a long way from ending this unrelenting abuse.
01-25-2013
Friday, end of the work week. I did winemaking until 1100h, then pruning grape vines for the rest of the day. The son-in-law was back to park his red truck 100' away, barely visible through the brown grape vines. All part of the "browning around" games, adding some red into the picture.
The perps screwed me totally when driving home; I had planned two stops in close proximity but that wasn't allowed and I was near the highway before they let me in on this mind-fuckery. Another level of "never before"; that is, such strightforward plans never got this messed up or forgotten with such rapidity. Thanks a lot assholes.
One of the stops was due to my Rx refill getting screwed with. The phone refill system somehow "failed" after the first Rx, and cut me off. So I phoned in the second Rx and it took it, and so I expected them both to be ready. But no, one Rx wasn't filled for crissakes. Both were put into the Rx telephone refill system over two calls and only one got filled. Not only do we have an errant Rx refill system but the staff compounded it by not processing both.
All to keep me at the counter for longer it seemed and give the Rx tech an excuse to vacate the counter to go look at a LCD system 10' away, and then come back. The setup was already in place with a much delayed customer, then two native Indian girls with a young child were ahead of me, and then these adjacent loafing Fuckwits with child decided to get up and tail me in the queue after a fat Fuckwit vacated his spot in the lineup for no apparent reason. In other words, I had child gangstalkers (less than 2 y.o., in strollers) and caregivers either side of me, one native Indian, one Caucasian, even if the latter looked like they came from the Osarks, replete with pacing around behavior with cell phone in hand.
And I see the perps have just polluted yoga again, twice in succession now. Above mentioned male yoga instructor with large gut teaches tonight and Sunday morning when I wanted to go both times. This Fuckwit had never been instructing before, and now he shows up twice more after distinguishing himself as the worst yoga instructor. Not to mention the biggest eyesore as well.
The toilet blocking count these past five working days was three evening in succession and a fourth with no obstruction stunt. This is a huge increase in needing to go, as 2x/week has been the imposed norm for years.
01-26-2012
A shut-in day, as a new music management and player software was installed and tested. And after spending some 6 hours fixing metadata, why, 95 Gb of compressed music files just plain disappeared. As in poof, all gone and no Windows backups.
Not entirely without backups as it turned out, as I had made a manual backup in 11-2011, which might seem a long time ago, but as it was the last backup before I left Victoria, I have all the CD's I have ripped since then. A constant perp theme is to do things over again; no wonder wherever I worked there seemed to be inherent organizational problems where re-work was the order of the day.
Though the system mysteries continue; a backup is twice the size of the source files.
The errant wall whacking noise continues, at least 1x/minute, and of no discernible conventional cause. I also get masers at every turn, especially where I am looking, these small circular ones have an unerring habit of appearing just where I am going to look, and then stay there until at least I swear at them or else flick my head or otherwise change my gaze. That is true; looking at anything is a highly governed and interfered with activity, and it only gets worse from there.
01-27-1012
I got out to the bank, LD for Rx and a grocery store and to fill up the tank in the vehicle. As in keeping with past practice, gangstalking is much heavier after shut-in days. These Fuckwits at the ATM malingering, and again at the grocery store, who then all lined up behind me, save one who was ahead, at the checkout. The one ahead was in checkout-malingering mode, taking her time to sign a pentition that happened to be there. And they were big on hindering today, having Fuckwits arrive just ahead of where I planned to go.
And plenty of oil spots on the parking lots; these small slicks of yellow, purple and blue coloring dogged my path each location. As mentioned many times, the perps have an obsession/harassment and abuse agenda that includes petroleum and its many products/refinement forms. Which, I suspect, relates to their seeming need to determine "earth energies" and that includes flicking mud onto gangstalking vehicles and public transportation. And it might go back to 29 September 1913 when Rudolph Diesel somehow flipped overboard and drowned on his way to the UK to make contracts with oil seed suppliers.
And I stopped at the yoga center to see if my watch had been turned in. And lo, it had; someone found it in the parking lot, which makes some sense as I recall pulling out of my boot after class. As to how it came off my wrist, that would be another mystery. This watch has gone missing before, and that was a highly improbable find as it was at at the farm where I worked. Given that the perps started in earnest in 04-2002, and one of their first tasks was to sabotage my steel mesh banded watch, I am not too surprised. And too, I have two watchbands to replace the present one, both with some orange detail on the black vinyl watchband. Somehow, (har, har) the parcel went missing and the online dealer supplied another. After I came back from Christmas break, both had been delivered.
I don't know what the deal is about the color orange, but suffice to say it gets plenty of gangstalking and harassment attention. It appears to be an Unfavored color of sufficient impact that the perps had me pull the orange colored zipper out of a black and grey pack they had me purchase. And it was a useless purchase, as I already have a pack of the same size. Even though the recently purchased pack offered more room inside, it really didn't amount to a hill of beans. More perp games; buy the wrong thing, do the wrong thing and everything else associated with human ineptitude and folly, even if instigated by them.
Enough of this week's travails and onto posting this.
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