10-11-2016
Monday, and a day of fucking hell; attempting to fill barrels in another room 120' away. It worked OK for a gravity feed but then I had to use the pump and just when one filled, the other did too. I think I had 5 red wine gushers on the day. Plus catching shit from the boss on the pump not pumping and the line back ing up and the pump leaking. Nice that they let me do this on my own.
10-12-2016
And for the prostate cancer I am stiffed with I take paw paw. All the products I take from this one company arrive withing two days of my web order, except paw paw..For some strange reason I must email someone and it arrives two weeks later. And lo, if my planning somehow didn't get screwed up, or else the perps stole some from my remaining stock, but it was run out just ahead of this long Thanksgiving weekend. Time without fail, the perps run out my supplements when I need them. In this case, it is anti-cancer supplements, and the assholes still pull this shit off. Which might be what the whole cancer deal is about; lets obstruct the victim's access to more critical supplements this time, just to up the (macabre) humor angle and vex the victim all the more.
I got my snow tires put on this morning, no doubt a big perp deal as they have screwed me out of being so prepared for winter driving for the past four years until now. Used snow tires on used rims, both acquired in a summer time visit to Kelowna. Funny how getting both purchased on one day some 70 km away was so convenient with such foresight. And where did this foresight come from as the perps constantly screw me over in being prepared for anything. Given their obsession with natural rubber and all the more when it is being rotated why am I not surprised? Back in the days of public transit, they constantly parked their shills and operatives over the wheel wells, and nearly always have me sit just behind the rear wheels.
10-13-2016
A wine deluge at work today, but it wasn't me that was involved thankfully. The other forklift guy got in too tight to a tank and nudged the man hatch and lo, if it didn't open and wine came gushing out. It took three of them to jam it back once they got the electric forklift out of the way. The winery design is way too tight, and I don't fault the driver one bit. The electric forklift couldn't be charged up no matter how much we cleaned it, so it is kaput. He drove the other forklift over the rest of the day, and wasn't put in the dog house like me, see below.
My nascent forklift career is now on hiatus. Last week, after being told to back it up from the hopper, I did not drive it ine), the mast, extended only 2", contacted the (too low) overhead door and dented it. It took a few minutes to free the door up, but it worked fine thankfully. And of course it was in front of the boss and the others, and so no forklifting for me he tells me. Even those who weren't there seem to know that I am not allowed to drive it now as they never ask me. Weird, and all the more curious as I have been working around forklifts for 8 years, and two weeks into getting some real experience I get cut oof this this set up (IMHO).
10-14-2016
And if yesterday's wine (water) fall wasn't enough, why, it was my turn today. I was doing a pump back and getting some help and grapes got stuck in the narrow opening of the hose. The 2" hose of wine suddenly kicked out of my hand, the blockage released, and lo, if wine didn't shoot 20' horizontal, just near the boss. I got the hose back in the tank, I was up the ladder, and so it goes; more wine mess, this time in a jet stream. So far, geysers, deluges, and now a horizontal wine jet stream.
10-16-2016
Sunday, and a day off. Not from harassment of course, as the assholes were up to their pranks, one being blocking the toilet, perhaps for the second time this year. I don't know what started that one, but from 2002 to late 2011 they blocked the toilet nearly every time I took a crap. They even blocked it once when all I did was pee. Then when I moved to Penticton in early 2012 they blocked the toilet a few times in the first three months, but it was the first major relief in 10 years. I was living in a motel suite then. I moved to a shared house after that, and all was fine for the first week, but after that they started the toilet blocking again, which didn't work in a shared situation of course. Eventually I got my own place, and the assholes relented again. They always do a few first at each new residence now, and then back off. (And at work too). So I was surprised today that after 3.5 years living here that they pulled a toilet blocking stunt. Maybe it was a "we are watching/screwing you" reminder, though I hardly need that.
And after watching a series of short videos on paw paw discussed by the major pharmacology researcher, I went to watch an hour long video by the same person. But no, it wasn't allowed;the assholes pulled a Firefox black screen stunt and I could not see any of my open web browser tabs. I was in a total inflamed panic, and in the course of solving the problem, why the video cut out.
Similarly, this evening they pulled a sabotage stunt on my music system. This morning I tried to access the hard drive in the docking station from the Oppo player, and lo, it worked. So I listened to a 5 CD classical set for most of the day, and even turned it off for lunch and resumed it in the afternoon. Later in the evening I turnes it off again before heading out to the supermarket, and when back, I turned it on again, and now it won't find the hard drive for crissakes. So, I say FU, and play the same music from the small dedicated audio player that I have. Which was probably the whole point of it, as the so like to mix up what device my music comes from. Never mind that that also screwed me out of updating the portable player's files, which was the original intention before finding that I needed to use it.
Enough for now, as my free time is much curtailed and I haven't been keeping up on this daily like I want to do.
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Sunday, October 16, 2016
Sunday, March 06, 2016
Longer Work Days
02-29-2016
A day at my alternate employer #3 owing to some lame-assed excuse at the regular employer (2), mentioned in a past blog posting. (The Shift key is on the fritz for some reason).
This employer has now started work days at 0700h, cut down to two 15 min. breaks in the day (no unpaid 30 min. lunch time as before), and is now going 9 hours a day. All to get the vine pruning done, even if a crew of visa Mexicans comes this week. They only have a month left before the canes need to be laid down on the fruiting wire, usually the bottom trellis wire. So...my first day for the week started with these new time demands, and of course no one told me two days ago when I was there. So of course I arrive at 0730h, as we did for the last two months. All in keeping with the perp agenda to have me arrive late, and offset my start time, often in alternation with others' arrivals.
And why this litany of suffering, in the so-called "civilized world", aka the First World? One of the pope's top advisors denies knowledge of a pedophilic priest in Australia and why he was transferred so often. Don't these asshole's get it? They deny, obstruct, lie etc. all the way to the top and ultimately cast public disparagement, cynicism and contempt upon the RC organization all over the world, especially in the North America. And who in the western world is going to take this outfit seriously, never mind their litany of historical horrors they have perpetuated and attempted to bury when attempting to get mind-share over all other religions? It makes one cringe as to what their secrets might be. Or, to play the devil's advocate, perhaps that is the supra-role of the RC church; to foster and sustain human suffering, for the masses in general, (e.g. over population), and in specific cases of pedophilia and other like abuses. The outrageous travesties suffered by the Duplessis Orphans in Quebec in the 1950's and 1960's comes to mind. Food for thought anyhow.
Then this travesty of justice in Ontario, Canada, where the Chief Pathologist was both incompetent and supremely malicious to put some 20 families into excruciating legal turmoil, if not jail. The latest was that a 25 year old manslaughter conviction that was overturned. I heard the victim/appellant interviewed on the radio tonight, and she only pleaded guilty to save her family from being broken up by the courts if it went to trial. Some justice in that when one is innocent and pleads guilty to lessen the potential burden of a trial, a crapshoot at best IMHO. In My Humble and Cynical Opinion (IMHCO) I should add. And to tie it back to this; the perps just LOVE to create duress and stress on innocent people, and apart from creating extra psychic energies to remotely detect and analyze (IMHO), I don't know what they get from it. Unless they are so cynically deranged that they find it funny.
An athlete`s foot eruption, another perp invoked hassle no doubt. Given their fetish over feet, footwear, and the ground I walk on, why am I not surprised. I precautions, but of course they can dither ones mind to create opportunities, not that they need to do that even.
My low iron (ferritin, 30 micro-grams per L) is very rare in males I came to learn last week from my visit to the MD, and I "happen" to be one of them. Interesting, those magnetic molecules that circulate in our blood and no doubt foil the perps' remote neural monitoring habits who have trashed my existence, and still keep at it. And too, keep me in a densified magnetic field, as measured at 1600 Gauss in about 2010. It was 200 Gauss during the intense abuse days in Seattle. And too, they keep masers and plasma beams, both magnetic phenomenon, circulating around me all day long. My bedroom is like a "thousand points of light" once I turn off the lights for bed. FYI; normal background earth magnetism is 0.5 Gauss.
03-02-2016
Wine making duties at Employer #1 in this region. I have three concurrent employers in this ever rotating cycle, as well as the financial reverses to keep me at it.
And in the course of winemaking at this garage, why, all manner of things going; three pumps later I finally get going on the racking. The pressure washer was working and then it packed it in. Not to mention many spillings and forced "forgets" as if I was a green rookie. As in total recall domination and depredation by remote means.
A 10 minute rageification over the function of the garlic press tonight, and again last night. The assholes ran me out of onions and I "happened" to have this garlic that needs to be used up, and "happened" to recall that I brought the press back with other belongings after Christmas. I used it plenty for 5 years to 2011 or so, and then got spooked by finding that garlic messes up the transference of information from the brain's hemispheres and stopped eating . It was a useful kitchen implement and I used it plenty and knew how to operate it handily. All such knowledge was completely "lost", as in obliterated. And I never forget how to operate simple tools, and somehow this occurred.
03-03-2016
A long day of red wine making; this time with another person running the cross-flow filter and I did much of the hose connecting, some pumping and pressure washer cleaning. And what is so important for the perps that they release my grasp of the fittings (tri-clamp; gasket and clamp), not once, but three times before they let me connect it? The hose, ornery 1.5" to be sure, got moved off the fitting, causing more wine to leak, and just plain manipulation of my fingers for adverse consequences. And of course if speed and fine motor skills were more critical, say, when wine was flowing out (not under pressure), why, that is when more of the finger fumbling fuckery was laid on me.
And lo, if the water pressure was up and the pressure washer worked today as it was needed all day. And the specialized electrical cord, European to US 3x230v cord showed up, making that pump connectable, unlike yesterday.
Only five forced pissings on the day, often at predictable moments like when taking measurements, when making notes (including of measurements), when changing tasks and when about to start connecting hoses. Lucky me to have the hounds of hell messing with my urination at their critical moments. If only if I knew why.
03-05-2016
A day of fucking hell on the wine making front; the Aussie who designed the filling system (which I hadn`seen or used before), takes on a hectoring and badgering manner, and the perps complementing this adversity by making me like a like a retard today. And we went through four wine pumps to get the optimum flow for the filling machine. Do the perps ever love productivity sabotage or what.
I picked up my amplifier at the PO after 2.5 months away, having sent it to Chicago to get 8 transistors fixed, each part worth about $1.20 according to the bill. A $600 jerkaround in all, including shipping. The city of Chicago comes up a few times on the perp name dropping imperative; my co-worker of the summer time of 2012 went there to do her Master's in journalism. About one year later she "shows up" in yoga class, the only time since, and I ask her "how was Chicago?" (intending to lead into asking if she finished her degree, how did she like it, and what she is doing now etc.), and all she said "it was fine". I worked with her for three months, hadn't seen her for a year or so, and all I get was that lame-assed answer. At that moment she "happened" to be sitting down some 4' from where all the blocks were stored in the cubbies and the rest of the class was milling around getting their blocks too. It was no circumstance to continue the conversation, (doubtless planned), and that was the last chance I had to speak with her. About two weeks later, some unidentified person mentions "Chicago" from that same direction when I was on my mat 15' from where she had been located. Apart from a two hour layover to catch a flight there, I haven't been to Chicago and have little interest in doing so. (I am sure there are many interesting things to see there, and this is not meant as a knock on the Windy City). Yes, I know the prez (Obama) is from Chicago, but so what, lots of folks are.
It is always a big deal for the perps to have me pick up a brown cardboard box, this one containing the amplifier, and sure enough, they had me wait for two protracted customers. The one closest to me was a fat girl with this major mop of fugly crimped hair, enough hair volume for two people's hair of the same length. I don't think I have seen anything quite so hideous short of an afro-do. (Or was it a wig on their favorite fat girl they like to tell me about, initials ML). They even put the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) in the store where I picked up the parcel, a blonde woman officer no less, some 30' away and doing an appearance for whatever perp reason. At least five other mofos/stalkers were on me before I got out the door, and at least that again in the parking lot. The fugly brown shorts wearing dude with the babe who crossed my path on the way in, just "happened" to cross my path on my way out, and both choosing to course around my parked vehicle on the driver's side on their way through. Funny how that "happens".
Then at least 15 screamings at the perps once I got back to my residence and began making dinner. Pulling out things from my hands and fingers, flicking food, forcing me to go to the wrong cupboard etc. Have I not been through enough fucking grief today? Not according to the Abuser-General. Then some 20 ants show up in the kitchen.
03-07-2016
Sunday, and work at the vineyard/winery, at employer 1. Mostly I was working alone as directed, so no "co worker" adversity.
I see that I am mentioned as a perp in someone elses TI blog. How absurd; I go through this unconventional daily abuse-athon, now 14 years nearly (and over 1700 blog postings), and now the implied suggestion is that this is all made up. All over a helpful (I thought) lifestyle change suggestion. OK I get it; don`t offer help anytime, including donations.
Time to get this posted for the week.
A day at my alternate employer #3 owing to some lame-assed excuse at the regular employer (2), mentioned in a past blog posting. (The Shift key is on the fritz for some reason).
This employer has now started work days at 0700h, cut down to two 15 min. breaks in the day (no unpaid 30 min. lunch time as before), and is now going 9 hours a day. All to get the vine pruning done, even if a crew of visa Mexicans comes this week. They only have a month left before the canes need to be laid down on the fruiting wire, usually the bottom trellis wire. So...my first day for the week started with these new time demands, and of course no one told me two days ago when I was there. So of course I arrive at 0730h, as we did for the last two months. All in keeping with the perp agenda to have me arrive late, and offset my start time, often in alternation with others' arrivals.
And why this litany of suffering, in the so-called "civilized world", aka the First World? One of the pope's top advisors denies knowledge of a pedophilic priest in Australia and why he was transferred so often. Don't these asshole's get it? They deny, obstruct, lie etc. all the way to the top and ultimately cast public disparagement, cynicism and contempt upon the RC organization all over the world, especially in the North America. And who in the western world is going to take this outfit seriously, never mind their litany of historical horrors they have perpetuated and attempted to bury when attempting to get mind-share over all other religions? It makes one cringe as to what their secrets might be. Or, to play the devil's advocate, perhaps that is the supra-role of the RC church; to foster and sustain human suffering, for the masses in general, (e.g. over population), and in specific cases of pedophilia and other like abuses. The outrageous travesties suffered by the Duplessis Orphans in Quebec in the 1950's and 1960's comes to mind. Food for thought anyhow.
Then this travesty of justice in Ontario, Canada, where the Chief Pathologist was both incompetent and supremely malicious to put some 20 families into excruciating legal turmoil, if not jail. The latest was that a 25 year old manslaughter conviction that was overturned. I heard the victim/appellant interviewed on the radio tonight, and she only pleaded guilty to save her family from being broken up by the courts if it went to trial. Some justice in that when one is innocent and pleads guilty to lessen the potential burden of a trial, a crapshoot at best IMHO. In My Humble and Cynical Opinion (IMHCO) I should add. And to tie it back to this; the perps just LOVE to create duress and stress on innocent people, and apart from creating extra psychic energies to remotely detect and analyze (IMHO), I don't know what they get from it. Unless they are so cynically deranged that they find it funny.
An athlete`s foot eruption, another perp invoked hassle no doubt. Given their fetish over feet, footwear, and the ground I walk on, why am I not surprised. I precautions, but of course they can dither ones mind to create opportunities, not that they need to do that even.
My low iron (ferritin, 30 micro-grams per L) is very rare in males I came to learn last week from my visit to the MD, and I "happen" to be one of them. Interesting, those magnetic molecules that circulate in our blood and no doubt foil the perps' remote neural monitoring habits who have trashed my existence, and still keep at it. And too, keep me in a densified magnetic field, as measured at 1600 Gauss in about 2010. It was 200 Gauss during the intense abuse days in Seattle. And too, they keep masers and plasma beams, both magnetic phenomenon, circulating around me all day long. My bedroom is like a "thousand points of light" once I turn off the lights for bed. FYI; normal background earth magnetism is 0.5 Gauss.
03-02-2016
Wine making duties at Employer #1 in this region. I have three concurrent employers in this ever rotating cycle, as well as the financial reverses to keep me at it.
And in the course of winemaking at this garage, why, all manner of things going; three pumps later I finally get going on the racking. The pressure washer was working and then it packed it in. Not to mention many spillings and forced "forgets" as if I was a green rookie. As in total recall domination and depredation by remote means.
A 10 minute rageification over the function of the garlic press tonight, and again last night. The assholes ran me out of onions and I "happened" to have this garlic that needs to be used up, and "happened" to recall that I brought the press back with other belongings after Christmas. I used it plenty for 5 years to 2011 or so, and then got spooked by finding that garlic messes up the transference of information from the brain's hemispheres and stopped eating . It was a useful kitchen implement and I used it plenty and knew how to operate it handily. All such knowledge was completely "lost", as in obliterated. And I never forget how to operate simple tools, and somehow this occurred.
03-03-2016
A long day of red wine making; this time with another person running the cross-flow filter and I did much of the hose connecting, some pumping and pressure washer cleaning. And what is so important for the perps that they release my grasp of the fittings (tri-clamp; gasket and clamp), not once, but three times before they let me connect it? The hose, ornery 1.5" to be sure, got moved off the fitting, causing more wine to leak, and just plain manipulation of my fingers for adverse consequences. And of course if speed and fine motor skills were more critical, say, when wine was flowing out (not under pressure), why, that is when more of the finger fumbling fuckery was laid on me.
And lo, if the water pressure was up and the pressure washer worked today as it was needed all day. And the specialized electrical cord, European to US 3x230v cord showed up, making that pump connectable, unlike yesterday.
Only five forced pissings on the day, often at predictable moments like when taking measurements, when making notes (including of measurements), when changing tasks and when about to start connecting hoses. Lucky me to have the hounds of hell messing with my urination at their critical moments. If only if I knew why.
03-05-2016
A day of fucking hell on the wine making front; the Aussie who designed the filling system (which I hadn`seen or used before), takes on a hectoring and badgering manner, and the perps complementing this adversity by making me like a like a retard today. And we went through four wine pumps to get the optimum flow for the filling machine. Do the perps ever love productivity sabotage or what.
I picked up my amplifier at the PO after 2.5 months away, having sent it to Chicago to get 8 transistors fixed, each part worth about $1.20 according to the bill. A $600 jerkaround in all, including shipping. The city of Chicago comes up a few times on the perp name dropping imperative; my co-worker of the summer time of 2012 went there to do her Master's in journalism. About one year later she "shows up" in yoga class, the only time since, and I ask her "how was Chicago?" (intending to lead into asking if she finished her degree, how did she like it, and what she is doing now etc.), and all she said "it was fine". I worked with her for three months, hadn't seen her for a year or so, and all I get was that lame-assed answer. At that moment she "happened" to be sitting down some 4' from where all the blocks were stored in the cubbies and the rest of the class was milling around getting their blocks too. It was no circumstance to continue the conversation, (doubtless planned), and that was the last chance I had to speak with her. About two weeks later, some unidentified person mentions "Chicago" from that same direction when I was on my mat 15' from where she had been located. Apart from a two hour layover to catch a flight there, I haven't been to Chicago and have little interest in doing so. (I am sure there are many interesting things to see there, and this is not meant as a knock on the Windy City). Yes, I know the prez (Obama) is from Chicago, but so what, lots of folks are.
It is always a big deal for the perps to have me pick up a brown cardboard box, this one containing the amplifier, and sure enough, they had me wait for two protracted customers. The one closest to me was a fat girl with this major mop of fugly crimped hair, enough hair volume for two people's hair of the same length. I don't think I have seen anything quite so hideous short of an afro-do. (Or was it a wig on their favorite fat girl they like to tell me about, initials ML). They even put the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) in the store where I picked up the parcel, a blonde woman officer no less, some 30' away and doing an appearance for whatever perp reason. At least five other mofos/stalkers were on me before I got out the door, and at least that again in the parking lot. The fugly brown shorts wearing dude with the babe who crossed my path on the way in, just "happened" to cross my path on my way out, and both choosing to course around my parked vehicle on the driver's side on their way through. Funny how that "happens".
Then at least 15 screamings at the perps once I got back to my residence and began making dinner. Pulling out things from my hands and fingers, flicking food, forcing me to go to the wrong cupboard etc. Have I not been through enough fucking grief today? Not according to the Abuser-General. Then some 20 ants show up in the kitchen.
03-07-2016
Sunday, and work at the vineyard/winery, at employer 1. Mostly I was working alone as directed, so no "co worker" adversity.
I see that I am mentioned as a perp in someone elses TI blog. How absurd; I go through this unconventional daily abuse-athon, now 14 years nearly (and over 1700 blog postings), and now the implied suggestion is that this is all made up. All over a helpful (I thought) lifestyle change suggestion. OK I get it; don`t offer help anytime, including donations.
Time to get this posted for the week.
Saturday, November 02, 2013
Soil Digging & Plastic Bagging
10-30-2013
At the vineyard I dug over the vegetable patch, 12'x12' or so. The aisles between the row of plants had been covered with black plastic as well as a landscape fabric all summer long. And as the perps are so berserk over plastic and soil independently, why this was a perfect set up for them to apply extra aircraft (and noise) as well as other noise events, like the hot-rod like muffler noise of vehicles "happening" by. And of course, the noise is arranged for much longer durations it once did (last year), along with the etheric disturbance of the vehicle itself, its color, as well as the driver and passengers. It all begins to make (some) sense when one applies the notion of an energetic ether, and that all objects and life are perturbing the ether, and the case of the latter, serving as unwitting, save for gangstalkers, bio-field interaction agents.
The grocery and organics specialty store in town has a 20% off on the last Wednesday of the month. Which is an excuse for the perps to pack it full of gangstalking personnel, and have them show up at every turn and swamp the checkouts. Though this time, they put on at least six Tall Girls/Women who had an inordinate ability to find me in the next aisle or wherever I was, even the checkout, and keep at least one of them around me. And only one was decent looking to warrant a second glance, she of some 20' away and for some reason, scratching her hair as if undecided, though it did appear rather force. And then they placed another tall woman standing near the checkout, somehow finding room to converse with their "pal', and doing a slow rotation for me to witness her from various head angles. It would seem the the perps are still looking at how I process facial shapes, edges and lines from various angles. Back in 2008 they could defeat my visual processing of attractive women; I once read that humans can determine attractiveness in 0.006 of a second, which seemed to me mostly correct, being a near instant determination. But as of 2008 they could freeze/obstruct this determination and leave me such that I just wouldn't know.
10-31-2013
The Halloween thing today, but thankfully I am spared from this, as I live in a self-contained suite that has no road front.
A busy day of red wine pressing, with the key helper being unavailable, which meant that yesterday's cleaning was negated as we went with the less labor intensive alternative of using the tractor to press down on the grapes with a board over them in a holed bin for the juice to flow into a receiving bin below. It works, though not to the level of a proper winery press.
There is a local handyman employed to run the tractor when the owner is away, and he gave me a lesson on how to do this in his absence. (Grape pressing is usually done over several hours of incremental additions of pressure). I got my first tractor lesson, one lever in one direction only, after turning in the machine.
With all this red color activity, the perps had a field day in adding extra aircraft noise and neighborhood dog barking and vehicular noise.
Then this silly nonsense over the pH meter, normally a winemaker's instrument of first recourse. It was borrowed by other family members twice this year, coming back without the manual, and then being re-borrowed again, but finally returned with the manual. But as I have been so busy, I hadn't set it up, and family members have taken the pH and other measurements at their business. Today, a local neighbor needed a pH on his tractor oil, and when I set it up, after answering a phone call from the remote vineyard owner, why, the pH meter wouldn't work as the DC transformer connection was so loose. Anyhow, that was all that could be done.
11-01-2013
The vineyard owners and family kept me hopping from task to task, constantly coming and going leaving me to run something that shouldn't of been abandoned. As we had bottling and red grape pressing going, and relative newbies to the bottling, I was kept in constant task switching. And one of the family members was on the cell phone most of the time, a localized asymmetric EMF field at the head as I have come to know by way of the much intensified occurence of this event in my proximity. And in all this, the perps managed to have red wine spill down the side of my pants, onto and into my gumboots. One could say they were intensely managing for this extra red color on me, as they haven't allowed red clothing colors on me for at least 15 years.
And more messing with the pH meter again, after I had given it up for good, as the local handyman brought his electrical test gear. It seems to be fixed now, though I had no time to calibrate it, only to put it in cleaning solution, and later, storage solution.
I had so many loose ends to attend with at the end of the day that I missed yoga. That is, the exercise and not the weird instructor nor the odd weirdo male (usually male, save the tattoos on some females) that "happens" to disturb the esthetic (ether too?).
And what is with the increased, as in doubled or more, instances of vehicular gangstalkers driving over the yellow center-line (oncoming and lead-ahead) as well as over the white shoulder line? In the lead-ahead situation, the diver will straddle the centerline and then come back to then straddle the white shoulder line. Could they be testing the vehicular interaction, and possibly the occupants, with the colored road surface, alternating between yellow and white?
And pit-lamping is rife; anytime I get into or or out of my vehicle in a parking lot, I can now count on some asshole aiming their headlights on me. And they raised the ante this week, by having a close pit-lamper (under 50' away) and one further (250' away) at the same time. And it would seem to me that vehicle color is also important in this insane exercise. Even the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) were at it, pointing their headlights from a stopped vehicle oblique to the road direction.
Which then led to the MIB Suburban that likes to crawl around me sometimes. Not only black colored but blacked in tinted windows, and some kind of extra aerial on it. The driver/operative was making a L. turn in front of me as I was stopped at a traffic control, and while doing so, the male driver was staring at me while making his turn off the highway.
evening; pit lamping galore, bum at tanning salon, RCMP and the MIB Suburban that crawls around sometimes (no military here, not RCMP, so who are they?), with the driver/Fuckwit staring at me as he was making his L. turn in front of me as I was stopped at the traffic control. Like WTF; a mean assed bend on the highway limits the distance by which one can gauge oncoming traffic speed, and here his is finding time making this turn to stare at me. As far as I know, there is nothing to usual for anyone to stare at me, and her is another example, this time a likely operative Fuckwit.
More rage-ifications come on, as in screamingly infuriated, ten or so times when returning via vehicle. Twice this evening when returning first from the vineyard, and later from the tanning salon. Funny how that "happens".
An evening of music listening and pondering if there is some kind of planned sonic similarity between Lorde, a recent pop phenom, and Katie Mellua. In addition to this, the recent infatuation with Basia Bulat and her recent album begat much listening to music tonight. I don't know what the perp's angle is on arranging my music is, but in the least, they have a profound need to research why I like some female singers and their songs, and song phrasings, and not others. Not my problem; so why am I the centerpiece of a 11.5 year non-consensual research experiment that delivers relentless abuse as it main means to further the objectives of the Psychopathic Division of the Fourth Reich?
11-02-2013
Maybe it is the onset of daylight savings time that has caused the perps to go so extra silly and abusive. It is a Saturday, and a day off, though I work tomorrow as the winery is so behind on things; we need to bottle to free up a tank of 2012 vintage so the 2013 vintage, alcoholic fermentation completed, has a place to go. That is, has a tank with no air space above it, as the boss had to learn the hard way that one should not do that. Ergo, 900L of cider got spoiled from an Acetobacter that he tried to limit with keeping it cool and not letting me deal with it. Imagine; bottling, fermenting and harvesting all at the same week.
Back to the perps, who also nailed me with a two hour nap attack when I did not need the sleep in any way. They timed it so that I would take my glass bottles to the recycling center only to find them closed down at 1630h. All day they have been rage-ifying me with pokes and jabs from no visible source, sending me to the wrong drawer/cupboard, having me retrieve the wrong item, initiate things that just don't work, (e.g. using the hand blender to reduce some green tomatoes, which didn't work as they were too hard), and plenty of other abuses, down to obstructing the acto of inserting items in an envelope.
In a fit of irregular post-lunch diligence, I cleaned the bathroom shower stall, sink and floor today, and the perps had the sponge or cleaning cloth "happen" to catch on something and thereby flick a spray of its contents at me. After most lunch times, even if I eat very little, the perps have me de-energized and listless, all to coral me to go online in a much more passive activity. And in doing so, they run all those beams of whatever they put through the LCD monitor, as well as the color contents and all what research they extract from that.
As regular readers will know, the perps are totally managing the ambient light levels as well as all the pit-lamping headlights I get so much more of now. And going to work in the vineyard a half hour early (in the dark) this week brought on a doubling of the seeming commute traffic as well as the equi-spaced oncoming vehicle trains on the two lane road I take. That is correct; as of this week, traveling earlier in the morning begets more vehicular gangstalking road traffic. And as most vehicles have their headlights on, why, it is a perfect perp setup. And of course, there are the strange exceptions where someone has only their running lights on, seen as yellow lights when oncoming. In this long-time mandatory headlight country, how is it that they can do that? My vehicle is a 1998 Toyota Camry, and there is no way I can turn on the running lights alone, the headlights stay on. But as the perps like to change up the headlight kinds from LED, halogen, tungsten filament, so do they like to change the colors. A recent motorcycle had six lights on it, something that is exceedingly rare here, and possibly illegal, as I have never seen it before, though they do it in Europe.
And I see my daughter and my ex didn't want me to attend our daughter's convocation next week, giving me a whole 5 days notice, which wasn't doable in travel terms. As she graduated in June, I would imagine the convocation date was known by then, though no one gave me a firm date when I asked at the time. Just another jerkaround in the First Feral Family, aka the Quisling Family.
Posting early this week as I will be busy tomorrow.
At the vineyard I dug over the vegetable patch, 12'x12' or so. The aisles between the row of plants had been covered with black plastic as well as a landscape fabric all summer long. And as the perps are so berserk over plastic and soil independently, why this was a perfect set up for them to apply extra aircraft (and noise) as well as other noise events, like the hot-rod like muffler noise of vehicles "happening" by. And of course, the noise is arranged for much longer durations it once did (last year), along with the etheric disturbance of the vehicle itself, its color, as well as the driver and passengers. It all begins to make (some) sense when one applies the notion of an energetic ether, and that all objects and life are perturbing the ether, and the case of the latter, serving as unwitting, save for gangstalkers, bio-field interaction agents.
The grocery and organics specialty store in town has a 20% off on the last Wednesday of the month. Which is an excuse for the perps to pack it full of gangstalking personnel, and have them show up at every turn and swamp the checkouts. Though this time, they put on at least six Tall Girls/Women who had an inordinate ability to find me in the next aisle or wherever I was, even the checkout, and keep at least one of them around me. And only one was decent looking to warrant a second glance, she of some 20' away and for some reason, scratching her hair as if undecided, though it did appear rather force. And then they placed another tall woman standing near the checkout, somehow finding room to converse with their "pal', and doing a slow rotation for me to witness her from various head angles. It would seem the the perps are still looking at how I process facial shapes, edges and lines from various angles. Back in 2008 they could defeat my visual processing of attractive women; I once read that humans can determine attractiveness in 0.006 of a second, which seemed to me mostly correct, being a near instant determination. But as of 2008 they could freeze/obstruct this determination and leave me such that I just wouldn't know.
10-31-2013
The Halloween thing today, but thankfully I am spared from this, as I live in a self-contained suite that has no road front.
A busy day of red wine pressing, with the key helper being unavailable, which meant that yesterday's cleaning was negated as we went with the less labor intensive alternative of using the tractor to press down on the grapes with a board over them in a holed bin for the juice to flow into a receiving bin below. It works, though not to the level of a proper winery press.
There is a local handyman employed to run the tractor when the owner is away, and he gave me a lesson on how to do this in his absence. (Grape pressing is usually done over several hours of incremental additions of pressure). I got my first tractor lesson, one lever in one direction only, after turning in the machine.
With all this red color activity, the perps had a field day in adding extra aircraft noise and neighborhood dog barking and vehicular noise.
Then this silly nonsense over the pH meter, normally a winemaker's instrument of first recourse. It was borrowed by other family members twice this year, coming back without the manual, and then being re-borrowed again, but finally returned with the manual. But as I have been so busy, I hadn't set it up, and family members have taken the pH and other measurements at their business. Today, a local neighbor needed a pH on his tractor oil, and when I set it up, after answering a phone call from the remote vineyard owner, why, the pH meter wouldn't work as the DC transformer connection was so loose. Anyhow, that was all that could be done.
11-01-2013
The vineyard owners and family kept me hopping from task to task, constantly coming and going leaving me to run something that shouldn't of been abandoned. As we had bottling and red grape pressing going, and relative newbies to the bottling, I was kept in constant task switching. And one of the family members was on the cell phone most of the time, a localized asymmetric EMF field at the head as I have come to know by way of the much intensified occurence of this event in my proximity. And in all this, the perps managed to have red wine spill down the side of my pants, onto and into my gumboots. One could say they were intensely managing for this extra red color on me, as they haven't allowed red clothing colors on me for at least 15 years.
And more messing with the pH meter again, after I had given it up for good, as the local handyman brought his electrical test gear. It seems to be fixed now, though I had no time to calibrate it, only to put it in cleaning solution, and later, storage solution.
I had so many loose ends to attend with at the end of the day that I missed yoga. That is, the exercise and not the weird instructor nor the odd weirdo male (usually male, save the tattoos on some females) that "happens" to disturb the esthetic (ether too?).
And what is with the increased, as in doubled or more, instances of vehicular gangstalkers driving over the yellow center-line (oncoming and lead-ahead) as well as over the white shoulder line? In the lead-ahead situation, the diver will straddle the centerline and then come back to then straddle the white shoulder line. Could they be testing the vehicular interaction, and possibly the occupants, with the colored road surface, alternating between yellow and white?
And pit-lamping is rife; anytime I get into or or out of my vehicle in a parking lot, I can now count on some asshole aiming their headlights on me. And they raised the ante this week, by having a close pit-lamper (under 50' away) and one further (250' away) at the same time. And it would seem to me that vehicle color is also important in this insane exercise. Even the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) were at it, pointing their headlights from a stopped vehicle oblique to the road direction.
Which then led to the MIB Suburban that likes to crawl around me sometimes. Not only black colored but blacked in tinted windows, and some kind of extra aerial on it. The driver/operative was making a L. turn in front of me as I was stopped at a traffic control, and while doing so, the male driver was staring at me while making his turn off the highway.
evening; pit lamping galore, bum at tanning salon, RCMP and the MIB Suburban that crawls around sometimes (no military here, not RCMP, so who are they?), with the driver/Fuckwit staring at me as he was making his L. turn in front of me as I was stopped at the traffic control. Like WTF; a mean assed bend on the highway limits the distance by which one can gauge oncoming traffic speed, and here his is finding time making this turn to stare at me. As far as I know, there is nothing to usual for anyone to stare at me, and her is another example, this time a likely operative Fuckwit.
More rage-ifications come on, as in screamingly infuriated, ten or so times when returning via vehicle. Twice this evening when returning first from the vineyard, and later from the tanning salon. Funny how that "happens".
An evening of music listening and pondering if there is some kind of planned sonic similarity between Lorde, a recent pop phenom, and Katie Mellua. In addition to this, the recent infatuation with Basia Bulat and her recent album begat much listening to music tonight. I don't know what the perp's angle is on arranging my music is, but in the least, they have a profound need to research why I like some female singers and their songs, and song phrasings, and not others. Not my problem; so why am I the centerpiece of a 11.5 year non-consensual research experiment that delivers relentless abuse as it main means to further the objectives of the Psychopathic Division of the Fourth Reich?
11-02-2013
Maybe it is the onset of daylight savings time that has caused the perps to go so extra silly and abusive. It is a Saturday, and a day off, though I work tomorrow as the winery is so behind on things; we need to bottle to free up a tank of 2012 vintage so the 2013 vintage, alcoholic fermentation completed, has a place to go. That is, has a tank with no air space above it, as the boss had to learn the hard way that one should not do that. Ergo, 900L of cider got spoiled from an Acetobacter that he tried to limit with keeping it cool and not letting me deal with it. Imagine; bottling, fermenting and harvesting all at the same week.
Back to the perps, who also nailed me with a two hour nap attack when I did not need the sleep in any way. They timed it so that I would take my glass bottles to the recycling center only to find them closed down at 1630h. All day they have been rage-ifying me with pokes and jabs from no visible source, sending me to the wrong drawer/cupboard, having me retrieve the wrong item, initiate things that just don't work, (e.g. using the hand blender to reduce some green tomatoes, which didn't work as they were too hard), and plenty of other abuses, down to obstructing the acto of inserting items in an envelope.
In a fit of irregular post-lunch diligence, I cleaned the bathroom shower stall, sink and floor today, and the perps had the sponge or cleaning cloth "happen" to catch on something and thereby flick a spray of its contents at me. After most lunch times, even if I eat very little, the perps have me de-energized and listless, all to coral me to go online in a much more passive activity. And in doing so, they run all those beams of whatever they put through the LCD monitor, as well as the color contents and all what research they extract from that.
As regular readers will know, the perps are totally managing the ambient light levels as well as all the pit-lamping headlights I get so much more of now. And going to work in the vineyard a half hour early (in the dark) this week brought on a doubling of the seeming commute traffic as well as the equi-spaced oncoming vehicle trains on the two lane road I take. That is correct; as of this week, traveling earlier in the morning begets more vehicular gangstalking road traffic. And as most vehicles have their headlights on, why, it is a perfect perp setup. And of course, there are the strange exceptions where someone has only their running lights on, seen as yellow lights when oncoming. In this long-time mandatory headlight country, how is it that they can do that? My vehicle is a 1998 Toyota Camry, and there is no way I can turn on the running lights alone, the headlights stay on. But as the perps like to change up the headlight kinds from LED, halogen, tungsten filament, so do they like to change the colors. A recent motorcycle had six lights on it, something that is exceedingly rare here, and possibly illegal, as I have never seen it before, though they do it in Europe.
And I see my daughter and my ex didn't want me to attend our daughter's convocation next week, giving me a whole 5 days notice, which wasn't doable in travel terms. As she graduated in June, I would imagine the convocation date was known by then, though no one gave me a firm date when I asked at the time. Just another jerkaround in the First Feral Family, aka the Quisling Family.
Posting early this week as I will be busy tomorrow.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Tigers in the Night
03-18-2013
I had a dream about tigers again; it was domesticated and in a house I was living in, but I still didn't trust it. I don't know why tigers interest the perps to make it dream content, but I get at least 6 or so such dreams a year. And of course, being informed of all the arranged reality, much of it tragic, such as tigers turning on their trainers, tigers attacking zookeepers etc, and habitat loss of native tiger populations. It is just plain bizarre as I don't have any strong interest in them, apart from admiring their colors and markings.
Yoga with the athletic pixie instructor after work. The tattoos on women class members were duly arranged around me, both near and far, simple (near (4') and mid-distance (8') in the E direction) and grotesque (20' away, beyond three intervening students). When the class was done and we re-entered the lobby where the next class members were waiting for a joint clusterfuck. All to have two heavy tattooed dudes serially block my access to my coat and boots. Then when 4' from the door and awaiting for the clusterfuck to disperse so I could get the hell out, the second tattooed dude gets in front of me for no reason but to show off his vile tattoos again, as it was the exit, not the entrance where he was headed. If I don't like fucking tattoos of any kind, color or placement, I don't see why it has become a near 11 year long tyranny of relentless abuse and set-ups, such as arranging said Fuckwits around me or in front of me, and having women with them on and then a flush of males after that. I loathe the sight of tattoos and that should be the end of it. Of course it isn't, but why such abuse over this?
03-19-2013
Winemaking was busy againg today, pumping it from one tank to the next, called racking where the sediment gets left behind. This wine pump has the strangest behavior; moving from A to B was slow but problem free. Going the other direction, with the tank heights the same (and the lower valve got stuck somehow), the pump somehow "flaked out" and timed itself to occur just as the last hard to get 12" some 4' down where I couldn't reach. And it was too heavy to lift up to hand bail.
Said pump was on a yellow platform and handle.At the end of the day when putting the pump away, why, the owner's new puppy peed a flood exactly where the pump had been stored. This after a day of racking white wine, which appears yellow in the tank. The day before it was racking cider, which also appears yellow in the tank.
And I see one of my three hard drives is begining to fail; I gave it the Western Digital download test, and it failed two tests of two. These are the WD Black drives with a five yeaqr warranty. I bought five of these drives in 2010 as they are the most dependable and came with a 5 year warranty. Two have been replaced under warranty and it appears that I am on my third.
When I first got the drives in 2010, one went kaput in a month or so and I got it RMA'ed. Within a week, the drive that was in my mother's PC appeared to have the same problem, but instead it was a flaky cable. Call it disc drive failure emulation for whatever purpose that served. Though my perp-abetting mother was talking it up at the time, though that doesn't help me figure out what it was all about.
At present two of the drives connected via USB3 cable and spinning at my feet, cannot be found in Windows; it asks me to insert them when they are already there in place.
All of the above diagnostic work served to wind me up into a screaming rage show over the clunky WD interface, and then again with Windows and its wretched help referencing menus and dialog boxes I didn't have.
03-19-2013
I have been going to the local big box store to get irrigation parts for winemaking each morning this week, before starting work. I have been getting the lone dumpy and chinless woman as the cashier, but today they put on a cute babe with tattoo on her forearm as the cashier.
It was red wine racking day today, fulfilling the perp games with red and yellow this week and in so many ways like vehicular gangstalking, ambulatory gangstalking etc. The Australian neighbor came to see the owner today, (call it getting a wider gangstalk audience), and helped me out at one point. In his dark green overalls, a plasma beam, emulating his leg articulation sat 2" off his overalls for at least five seconds. And have I long complained about red colors following green colors? Not lately, but the most egregious example of that was sometime back in 2008 or so, when at the First Feral Family house and my perp abetting brother was helping me move my bed into the crawl space and the grass was red. All of it, and this was a suburban house lot and we covered 60' of lawn. When we get inside he said, "wasn't that a rush", and I said no it wasn't, as it nearly made me sick (which was true). When we exited the house again, all the grass was green again.
Evening time; - tanning and shopping and the usual litany of headlights flooding into my vehicle from every direction. They even put on semi-trailers with a full 60' trailer at 1930h
for crissakes.
03-21-2013
My wake-up alarm was fucked with; either cognitive manipulate in (not) setting it or else a nightime "adjustment"/sabotage. So no brown food this morning -no coffee, no chocolate. And no shaving (anywhere).
And all to continue the morningtime routine (this week) of going to the big box store for irrigation parts and then afterward a smaller supplier that our viticulture class had visited back in March 2012 (last year). This was identical stunt of a few months ago, also started by an alarm clock jerkaround, and having me end up at this same smaller supplier to get a metal part for my hand pruners that had mysteriously worn through.
And the cute cashier of the big box store was again there to be my cashier, though this time her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she looked a little more severe (maybe makeup). But as I had picked one 3/4" hose barb coupler that was different from the rest, she couldn't ring it through. She said she would ring it through if I went back after the purchase and replaced it. I said I would, but by then the older chinless cashier "happened" to be passing by and offered to run it back and replace it. She also needed to take a sample coupler to compare it to, so by the time she returned she emulated my visit to the irrigation section, bringing back one just-selected coupler and the one that I gave her. In the meantime I made small-talk with the cute (but less attractive today) cashier about the trials and tribulations of irrigation sizes etc. All in keeping with financial transaction games, stunts, delays and jerkarounds.
And still on the red wine pumping; this time some 50' away and going through some 6 different hoses coupled with couplers in above mentioned acquisition and first cleaned up with Go-Gone (a perp favorite) to get rid of the price tag adhesive residue, and then cleaned to get rid of the Goo-Gone odor.
03-22-2013
A pre-work big box store visitation again; more irrigation parts to accomodate the loss of the racking pipe I had loaned out to the Australian guy from yesterday. This time the cashier was the chinless fugly one again, but she let her black hair down, and for me to see the added red tinges in it too, upping the fugly content some.
This time it was wine filtering, with a new filter. That is, pumping it into filter plates to then extract the suspended sediment. The perps screwed me into misreading the instructions and I got the filters in backwards, and eventually getting it right with the owner helping out. I had to work late to 1730h to clean up. Thankfully it was only 100L of wine and not 900L.
But even at 1800h when I was on my way back, why a brown UPS truck was still on the job apparently, along with myriad other gangstalking vehicles. And lo, if I didn't get an Amazon order delivered into my suite, shipped via UPS.
03-22-2013
A Saturday, and in the morning after doing my interwebbing the perps scripted a massive crap that needed excessive amounts of toilet paper, and then off to take the the laundry to the laundry room at this here motel. And when I got in the laundry room, they put on a woman flicking her clothes about to remove the tissue paper fragments with many shreds of it on the floor. No such thing as privacy in a TI's World.
And back to the vexation on this PC where a music player won't work for no seeming reason, all to force me to use another. More hi-jinx followed with the internet aerial not working in its usual USB port. I moved it up to the next USB port and it did work, but also blocked the headphone jack. This caused me to change up music listening as I don't have any speakers, just headphones. Later in the evening, same deal, and back to the original port so I could listen to the CD's in the Amazon package. This served to constrain my music listening time, and to force me to listen to Dusty Springfield on the disc when I could of played the digital files that had been ripped earlier in the day. To the perps, there are important differences in listening to the same music from different sources; spinning disc or the files from it. Go figure.
Though they do have me on a Dusty Springfield kick this weekend.
And I see that Yahoo email is getting blocked as I cannot compose email in the Firefox browser, and the "View in IE" command is now removed from the pull down box, my usual workaround for email create/send obstruction which goes on every few weeks.
Another singer I am returning to after a 3 decade absence is Laura Nyro; similar to Dusty Springfield as to genre (soul) with background singers, orchestral and horn sections. As part of the above mentioned Amazon order I also received a biography on Laura Nyro. It was sad to here of her passing away in 1998, as it was a year end obituary list on the news. I mentioned this unfortuneate event to my then-wife who was her usual odd self when I lamented the loss of any one well known, even locals. I could not figure out why nearly all dialog was like a dead zone all the time. But as I am now regularly scripted with sudden and abrupt conversational stops by the other party, I can see the similarity. As to why the perps like to script these stunts, I have no idea.
03-24-2013
And I am listening to Laura Nyro this morining, part of my above mentioned Amazon order. And reading her biography by Michele Kort who also wrote Dinah! It seems there is at least three interweaving themes this weekend; the author of two books I have or am reading, two similar female singers from the 60's to the 90's, and both of lesbian association which is a good part of the Dinah! (Dinah Shore LPGA Palm Springs golf tournament) book. Not that I much care about gays or lesbians and am in no way trying to make any big deal of it, but if you agree that my existence is scripted to the microsecond and every last cognitive thought, then it is mighty curious as to what this is all about.
The browser and email hassles continue, and it seems to be a big deal for the perps to have me cut/copy/paste names and email addresses from the Firefox browser to IE or else in reverse. I was allowed to figure out an additional workaround to the missing "View in IE" command from the drop-down boxes, and that is to launch IE from the Start panel. Easy when one is not cognitively clobbered. More jerkarounds on the infinite combinations and permutations of online browsing, which doesn't cover 10% of this abuse I get all week
A hike this afternoon with getting turned around a number of times, which is very uncharacteristic. I have given up on trying to print a map of this local park as the printer goes on the fritz each attempt.
Something I haven't had for some two years or so, but decidedly apparent; a wall pounding and a simultaneous whole body zapping.
Anyhow, I shall post this for the week, as there will surely be more to report on.
I had a dream about tigers again; it was domesticated and in a house I was living in, but I still didn't trust it. I don't know why tigers interest the perps to make it dream content, but I get at least 6 or so such dreams a year. And of course, being informed of all the arranged reality, much of it tragic, such as tigers turning on their trainers, tigers attacking zookeepers etc, and habitat loss of native tiger populations. It is just plain bizarre as I don't have any strong interest in them, apart from admiring their colors and markings.
Yoga with the athletic pixie instructor after work. The tattoos on women class members were duly arranged around me, both near and far, simple (near (4') and mid-distance (8') in the E direction) and grotesque (20' away, beyond three intervening students). When the class was done and we re-entered the lobby where the next class members were waiting for a joint clusterfuck. All to have two heavy tattooed dudes serially block my access to my coat and boots. Then when 4' from the door and awaiting for the clusterfuck to disperse so I could get the hell out, the second tattooed dude gets in front of me for no reason but to show off his vile tattoos again, as it was the exit, not the entrance where he was headed. If I don't like fucking tattoos of any kind, color or placement, I don't see why it has become a near 11 year long tyranny of relentless abuse and set-ups, such as arranging said Fuckwits around me or in front of me, and having women with them on and then a flush of males after that. I loathe the sight of tattoos and that should be the end of it. Of course it isn't, but why such abuse over this?
03-19-2013
Winemaking was busy againg today, pumping it from one tank to the next, called racking where the sediment gets left behind. This wine pump has the strangest behavior; moving from A to B was slow but problem free. Going the other direction, with the tank heights the same (and the lower valve got stuck somehow), the pump somehow "flaked out" and timed itself to occur just as the last hard to get 12" some 4' down where I couldn't reach. And it was too heavy to lift up to hand bail.
Said pump was on a yellow platform and handle.At the end of the day when putting the pump away, why, the owner's new puppy peed a flood exactly where the pump had been stored. This after a day of racking white wine, which appears yellow in the tank. The day before it was racking cider, which also appears yellow in the tank.
And I see one of my three hard drives is begining to fail; I gave it the Western Digital download test, and it failed two tests of two. These are the WD Black drives with a five yeaqr warranty. I bought five of these drives in 2010 as they are the most dependable and came with a 5 year warranty. Two have been replaced under warranty and it appears that I am on my third.
When I first got the drives in 2010, one went kaput in a month or so and I got it RMA'ed. Within a week, the drive that was in my mother's PC appeared to have the same problem, but instead it was a flaky cable. Call it disc drive failure emulation for whatever purpose that served. Though my perp-abetting mother was talking it up at the time, though that doesn't help me figure out what it was all about.
At present two of the drives connected via USB3 cable and spinning at my feet, cannot be found in Windows; it asks me to insert them when they are already there in place.
All of the above diagnostic work served to wind me up into a screaming rage show over the clunky WD interface, and then again with Windows and its wretched help referencing menus and dialog boxes I didn't have.
03-19-2013
I have been going to the local big box store to get irrigation parts for winemaking each morning this week, before starting work. I have been getting the lone dumpy and chinless woman as the cashier, but today they put on a cute babe with tattoo on her forearm as the cashier.
It was red wine racking day today, fulfilling the perp games with red and yellow this week and in so many ways like vehicular gangstalking, ambulatory gangstalking etc. The Australian neighbor came to see the owner today, (call it getting a wider gangstalk audience), and helped me out at one point. In his dark green overalls, a plasma beam, emulating his leg articulation sat 2" off his overalls for at least five seconds. And have I long complained about red colors following green colors? Not lately, but the most egregious example of that was sometime back in 2008 or so, when at the First Feral Family house and my perp abetting brother was helping me move my bed into the crawl space and the grass was red. All of it, and this was a suburban house lot and we covered 60' of lawn. When we get inside he said, "wasn't that a rush", and I said no it wasn't, as it nearly made me sick (which was true). When we exited the house again, all the grass was green again.
Evening time; - tanning and shopping and the usual litany of headlights flooding into my vehicle from every direction. They even put on semi-trailers with a full 60' trailer at 1930h
for crissakes.
03-21-2013
My wake-up alarm was fucked with; either cognitive manipulate in (not) setting it or else a nightime "adjustment"/sabotage. So no brown food this morning -no coffee, no chocolate. And no shaving (anywhere).
And all to continue the morningtime routine (this week) of going to the big box store for irrigation parts and then afterward a smaller supplier that our viticulture class had visited back in March 2012 (last year). This was identical stunt of a few months ago, also started by an alarm clock jerkaround, and having me end up at this same smaller supplier to get a metal part for my hand pruners that had mysteriously worn through.
And the cute cashier of the big box store was again there to be my cashier, though this time her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she looked a little more severe (maybe makeup). But as I had picked one 3/4" hose barb coupler that was different from the rest, she couldn't ring it through. She said she would ring it through if I went back after the purchase and replaced it. I said I would, but by then the older chinless cashier "happened" to be passing by and offered to run it back and replace it. She also needed to take a sample coupler to compare it to, so by the time she returned she emulated my visit to the irrigation section, bringing back one just-selected coupler and the one that I gave her. In the meantime I made small-talk with the cute (but less attractive today) cashier about the trials and tribulations of irrigation sizes etc. All in keeping with financial transaction games, stunts, delays and jerkarounds.
And still on the red wine pumping; this time some 50' away and going through some 6 different hoses coupled with couplers in above mentioned acquisition and first cleaned up with Go-Gone (a perp favorite) to get rid of the price tag adhesive residue, and then cleaned to get rid of the Goo-Gone odor.
03-22-2013
A pre-work big box store visitation again; more irrigation parts to accomodate the loss of the racking pipe I had loaned out to the Australian guy from yesterday. This time the cashier was the chinless fugly one again, but she let her black hair down, and for me to see the added red tinges in it too, upping the fugly content some.
This time it was wine filtering, with a new filter. That is, pumping it into filter plates to then extract the suspended sediment. The perps screwed me into misreading the instructions and I got the filters in backwards, and eventually getting it right with the owner helping out. I had to work late to 1730h to clean up. Thankfully it was only 100L of wine and not 900L.
But even at 1800h when I was on my way back, why a brown UPS truck was still on the job apparently, along with myriad other gangstalking vehicles. And lo, if I didn't get an Amazon order delivered into my suite, shipped via UPS.
03-22-2013
A Saturday, and in the morning after doing my interwebbing the perps scripted a massive crap that needed excessive amounts of toilet paper, and then off to take the the laundry to the laundry room at this here motel. And when I got in the laundry room, they put on a woman flicking her clothes about to remove the tissue paper fragments with many shreds of it on the floor. No such thing as privacy in a TI's World.
And back to the vexation on this PC where a music player won't work for no seeming reason, all to force me to use another. More hi-jinx followed with the internet aerial not working in its usual USB port. I moved it up to the next USB port and it did work, but also blocked the headphone jack. This caused me to change up music listening as I don't have any speakers, just headphones. Later in the evening, same deal, and back to the original port so I could listen to the CD's in the Amazon package. This served to constrain my music listening time, and to force me to listen to Dusty Springfield on the disc when I could of played the digital files that had been ripped earlier in the day. To the perps, there are important differences in listening to the same music from different sources; spinning disc or the files from it. Go figure.
Though they do have me on a Dusty Springfield kick this weekend.
And I see that Yahoo email is getting blocked as I cannot compose email in the Firefox browser, and the "View in IE" command is now removed from the pull down box, my usual workaround for email create/send obstruction which goes on every few weeks.
Another singer I am returning to after a 3 decade absence is Laura Nyro; similar to Dusty Springfield as to genre (soul) with background singers, orchestral and horn sections. As part of the above mentioned Amazon order I also received a biography on Laura Nyro. It was sad to here of her passing away in 1998, as it was a year end obituary list on the news. I mentioned this unfortuneate event to my then-wife who was her usual odd self when I lamented the loss of any one well known, even locals. I could not figure out why nearly all dialog was like a dead zone all the time. But as I am now regularly scripted with sudden and abrupt conversational stops by the other party, I can see the similarity. As to why the perps like to script these stunts, I have no idea.
03-24-2013
And I am listening to Laura Nyro this morining, part of my above mentioned Amazon order. And reading her biography by Michele Kort who also wrote Dinah! It seems there is at least three interweaving themes this weekend; the author of two books I have or am reading, two similar female singers from the 60's to the 90's, and both of lesbian association which is a good part of the Dinah! (Dinah Shore LPGA Palm Springs golf tournament) book. Not that I much care about gays or lesbians and am in no way trying to make any big deal of it, but if you agree that my existence is scripted to the microsecond and every last cognitive thought, then it is mighty curious as to what this is all about.
The browser and email hassles continue, and it seems to be a big deal for the perps to have me cut/copy/paste names and email addresses from the Firefox browser to IE or else in reverse. I was allowed to figure out an additional workaround to the missing "View in IE" command from the drop-down boxes, and that is to launch IE from the Start panel. Easy when one is not cognitively clobbered. More jerkarounds on the infinite combinations and permutations of online browsing, which doesn't cover 10% of this abuse I get all week
A hike this afternoon with getting turned around a number of times, which is very uncharacteristic. I have given up on trying to print a map of this local park as the printer goes on the fritz each attempt.
Something I haven't had for some two years or so, but decidedly apparent; a wall pounding and a simultaneous whole body zapping.
Anyhow, I shall post this for the week, as there will surely be more to report on.
Monday, November 12, 2007
The Eyes Have It
1340h
The eyes are becoming more of a perp focus; simultaneous noisestalking the instant I see the eyes of web images, be they animals, simians (plenty of them showing up of late), cats or other animals and are often portrayed with extra reflectance in the image, e.g. flash photo. Other newspaper and advertising imagery of like kind has also increased of late, and the perps make sure to direct my attention to the eyes first. Blonde women also figure predominantly in this lastest theme. This is just a documentation note, as there this is a benign form of harassment and mind-control for the most part.
1740h
The sirens started as soon as I began this paragraph, and I can only assume there is something significant the perps wish to pursue. That is my world; all sounds and vibrations are managed in conjunction with what I see, be it reading or scanning the landscape or images on a web page or magazine. Invariably there are added plasma and maser phenomenon as part of the total mix to enhance the experimentation games. Very often, when viewing a bright color image in central vision, a same color plasma array will "occur" in my peripherial vision at the same time, usually for a second or two.
Today, stormy as it has been, the perps created a ever increasing smudge on my left lens of my glasses; it was tolerable at 1300h, but by 1600h it had become incrementally worse, and I finally had to clean my glasses, another highly managed event. I use the same lilac terry towel with the use of the same source lens cleaning fluid, and it nearly always takes two or more attempts to satisfactorily clean the lenses. On occasion same lilac colored clothed "medical staff" have gangstalked me in public shortly after cleaning my glasses with the same colored terry towel.
I got screwed out of "recalling" to get olive oil when my mother wanted to stop at a grocery store when dropping me off earlier; this is the new norm,- I am not allowed to manage my own grocery store list. Writing down the grocery items was sabotaged by various mind-controlled games; "forgetting" the list, "forgetting" to reference the list in the store. "misreading" the list and so it went. A total waste of time. I can only surmise that the current games that have gone on with olive oil are continuing, as usually they like me to have some overlap time, buying the next bottle in advance of running out, with both stored in the same cupboard. Today, the old bottle was dispensed with, and the new bottle was placed where the old one was. A big deal for small minds, especially those that have constantly jerked around and flicked olive oil around the kitchen. i.e. floor, stove top, cupboard doors, kitchen counter, under the burner, on the wall etc.
A 10.5 hour sleep last night, making for 2.5 hours extra, an absurd amount by my usual standard of 8 hours. I was staying at my parent's place, and they didn't mention anything about this, and in fact were elsewhere for my entire breakfast until I had coffee on the table, being the brown liquid substance that the perps rountinely expend huge amounts of gangstalking and harassment time over. And the Coffee Corps, the coffee bearing gangstalkers were all over me at the grocery store this afternoon; there was three amigos dudes posted behind me in the checkout putting on the banter with the new Christmastime coffee cups, in a red color containing the brown substance they use as their portable color reference around me.
Last night, with the First Feral Family all having dinner at my brother's place, drinking the same red wine wasn't good enough; the perps had it literally fly out of my glass and onto the tablecloth for a dinner-long 3" diameter color reference beside me. Been given a smaller glass was part of the setup of course. I was once a wine steward for a wine makers club, and I have poured a lot of wine for people, but I had never seen something so blatant as last night's wine "explosion in the glass", straight out of the glass after pouring three glasses beforehand with no incident, not even the "usual" drop. Having mentioned just that to everyone at the table, they all went quiet; the dead conversation stunt that occurs with astonishing regularity among anyone or group that I converse with. To me, it was obvious that was a planted thought, and the cue seems to be understood by everyone but me at the same time.
My brother's native Indian on-off girlfriend arrived about 30 minutes after we arrived, and I can only assume this was for "settle in" time, as this kind of graduated exposure happens all the time. The perps even had her sitting on the same couch as I was for 10 minutes or so before they dispatched her to the kitchen to do the dishes while my brother did absolutely squat but watch TV and shuffle the newspapers one more time. As mentioned in past blogs, the perp's brown color problem expends to brown skin tones, and they can monitor the instant they determine I have had "too much" brown exposure. Time without fail they will have a negro within a few seats of me on the bus and then pull him off within two or three stops.
Last night while watching television with my parents, and their coordinated leg crossing and uncrossing, head scratching, and lean-forwards there was also an new element; everytime one of us moved in our chairs, it was as if our joints made a loud popping sound. I now get this all the time; a pop or a click when moving my legs, knee or arm, and the perps make no bones about it that is totally faked and planted as there is no comensurate sensation to one's body or joint. This bullshit has been planted on me for close to a year now, and it is an extreme piss off to have this noise keep erupting around me. But having three of us being stiffed with this collosal bullshit was way too much. As usual, no one said anything. Funny it did not happen earlier in the evening when at my brother's place eating dinner and watching TV there. But that is how it goes; on-off total bullshit noise of no attributable cause.
2240h
A read of a fascinating experience of Katherina Wilson of Alienjigsaw, her new online update book, I Forgot What I Wasn't Supposed To Remember. The commonality with the harassment, gangstalk and mind-control experimentation is significant, though I am not sure if I would trade the harassment existence for hers. A tough choice to be sure, constantly being jerked with like I am, and she, having little recall of what transpired with consequent health problems.
Other trivia notes on the day; it was "hoodie" day; at least a third of the ambulatory gangstalkers were wearing hoodies in black, dark green or dark brown.
And with today's rain it would seem it would be odd that anyone would wear sunglasses, especially ones with white plastic frames, but there he was, the cyclist, putting on his brown hood as well, and not the usual helmet head cyclist I get. I usually see about three white plastic sunglass wearing operatives a week, and more in the summer.
The word fuck for the day is "infrastructure"; the instant I read it I got zapped in the leg.
True to form, a crap was scripted for Monday, now the 8th (?) in succession when this has "happened" and I usually get one more for the week, often Tuesday, or a Wednesday, then Monday again. I swear someone is scooping it out without it passing through me. But no toilet or shit games today, at least some relief from this constant battlefront with the perps.
Enough to call this blog done, and retreat from the noxious bright white emanations and plasma projections that are coming from my LCD display all evening. I get the notion that the perps cannot plug me with enough bright lights these days, especially as the daylight duration is getting shorter; my mother had the flashlight out and was waving it around while the perps jerked me over comprehending the instructions for starting her gas fireplace, riling me up considerably. Then more pitlamping outside the apartment just before I entered it. All part of the totally contained harassment experience, and mind-fucked to do the bidding of the assholes running and trashing my life.
The eyes are becoming more of a perp focus; simultaneous noisestalking the instant I see the eyes of web images, be they animals, simians (plenty of them showing up of late), cats or other animals and are often portrayed with extra reflectance in the image, e.g. flash photo. Other newspaper and advertising imagery of like kind has also increased of late, and the perps make sure to direct my attention to the eyes first. Blonde women also figure predominantly in this lastest theme. This is just a documentation note, as there this is a benign form of harassment and mind-control for the most part.
1740h
The sirens started as soon as I began this paragraph, and I can only assume there is something significant the perps wish to pursue. That is my world; all sounds and vibrations are managed in conjunction with what I see, be it reading or scanning the landscape or images on a web page or magazine. Invariably there are added plasma and maser phenomenon as part of the total mix to enhance the experimentation games. Very often, when viewing a bright color image in central vision, a same color plasma array will "occur" in my peripherial vision at the same time, usually for a second or two.
Today, stormy as it has been, the perps created a ever increasing smudge on my left lens of my glasses; it was tolerable at 1300h, but by 1600h it had become incrementally worse, and I finally had to clean my glasses, another highly managed event. I use the same lilac terry towel with the use of the same source lens cleaning fluid, and it nearly always takes two or more attempts to satisfactorily clean the lenses. On occasion same lilac colored clothed "medical staff" have gangstalked me in public shortly after cleaning my glasses with the same colored terry towel.
I got screwed out of "recalling" to get olive oil when my mother wanted to stop at a grocery store when dropping me off earlier; this is the new norm,- I am not allowed to manage my own grocery store list. Writing down the grocery items was sabotaged by various mind-controlled games; "forgetting" the list, "forgetting" to reference the list in the store. "misreading" the list and so it went. A total waste of time. I can only surmise that the current games that have gone on with olive oil are continuing, as usually they like me to have some overlap time, buying the next bottle in advance of running out, with both stored in the same cupboard. Today, the old bottle was dispensed with, and the new bottle was placed where the old one was. A big deal for small minds, especially those that have constantly jerked around and flicked olive oil around the kitchen. i.e. floor, stove top, cupboard doors, kitchen counter, under the burner, on the wall etc.
A 10.5 hour sleep last night, making for 2.5 hours extra, an absurd amount by my usual standard of 8 hours. I was staying at my parent's place, and they didn't mention anything about this, and in fact were elsewhere for my entire breakfast until I had coffee on the table, being the brown liquid substance that the perps rountinely expend huge amounts of gangstalking and harassment time over. And the Coffee Corps, the coffee bearing gangstalkers were all over me at the grocery store this afternoon; there was three amigos dudes posted behind me in the checkout putting on the banter with the new Christmastime coffee cups, in a red color containing the brown substance they use as their portable color reference around me.
Last night, with the First Feral Family all having dinner at my brother's place, drinking the same red wine wasn't good enough; the perps had it literally fly out of my glass and onto the tablecloth for a dinner-long 3" diameter color reference beside me. Been given a smaller glass was part of the setup of course. I was once a wine steward for a wine makers club, and I have poured a lot of wine for people, but I had never seen something so blatant as last night's wine "explosion in the glass", straight out of the glass after pouring three glasses beforehand with no incident, not even the "usual" drop. Having mentioned just that to everyone at the table, they all went quiet; the dead conversation stunt that occurs with astonishing regularity among anyone or group that I converse with. To me, it was obvious that was a planted thought, and the cue seems to be understood by everyone but me at the same time.
My brother's native Indian on-off girlfriend arrived about 30 minutes after we arrived, and I can only assume this was for "settle in" time, as this kind of graduated exposure happens all the time. The perps even had her sitting on the same couch as I was for 10 minutes or so before they dispatched her to the kitchen to do the dishes while my brother did absolutely squat but watch TV and shuffle the newspapers one more time. As mentioned in past blogs, the perp's brown color problem expends to brown skin tones, and they can monitor the instant they determine I have had "too much" brown exposure. Time without fail they will have a negro within a few seats of me on the bus and then pull him off within two or three stops.
Last night while watching television with my parents, and their coordinated leg crossing and uncrossing, head scratching, and lean-forwards there was also an new element; everytime one of us moved in our chairs, it was as if our joints made a loud popping sound. I now get this all the time; a pop or a click when moving my legs, knee or arm, and the perps make no bones about it that is totally faked and planted as there is no comensurate sensation to one's body or joint. This bullshit has been planted on me for close to a year now, and it is an extreme piss off to have this noise keep erupting around me. But having three of us being stiffed with this collosal bullshit was way too much. As usual, no one said anything. Funny it did not happen earlier in the evening when at my brother's place eating dinner and watching TV there. But that is how it goes; on-off total bullshit noise of no attributable cause.
2240h
A read of a fascinating experience of Katherina Wilson of Alienjigsaw, her new online update book, I Forgot What I Wasn't Supposed To Remember. The commonality with the harassment, gangstalk and mind-control experimentation is significant, though I am not sure if I would trade the harassment existence for hers. A tough choice to be sure, constantly being jerked with like I am, and she, having little recall of what transpired with consequent health problems.
Other trivia notes on the day; it was "hoodie" day; at least a third of the ambulatory gangstalkers were wearing hoodies in black, dark green or dark brown.
And with today's rain it would seem it would be odd that anyone would wear sunglasses, especially ones with white plastic frames, but there he was, the cyclist, putting on his brown hood as well, and not the usual helmet head cyclist I get. I usually see about three white plastic sunglass wearing operatives a week, and more in the summer.
The word fuck for the day is "infrastructure"; the instant I read it I got zapped in the leg.
True to form, a crap was scripted for Monday, now the 8th (?) in succession when this has "happened" and I usually get one more for the week, often Tuesday, or a Wednesday, then Monday again. I swear someone is scooping it out without it passing through me. But no toilet or shit games today, at least some relief from this constant battlefront with the perps.
Enough to call this blog done, and retreat from the noxious bright white emanations and plasma projections that are coming from my LCD display all evening. I get the notion that the perps cannot plug me with enough bright lights these days, especially as the daylight duration is getting shorter; my mother had the flashlight out and was waving it around while the perps jerked me over comprehending the instructions for starting her gas fireplace, riling me up considerably. Then more pitlamping outside the apartment just before I entered it. All part of the totally contained harassment experience, and mind-fucked to do the bidding of the assholes running and trashing my life.
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