10-09-2013
An upgrade to Windows 7 yesterday caused all browser access to fail, both in Firefox and IE. Though I doubt whether it was MS's doing anyhow. There was a confluence of things going wrong yesterday; and the roofers came to my abode, with my permission, to fix the leaking stove flue. Though it does make me ponder as to why they needed to remove the E window screen and put it inside, along with raising the venetian blind. There is a door next to this window, so what gives? And their roofing tiles somehow littered the roofing stones onto the doorstep.
An Amazon order got held up due to above mentioned browser crash, and we know who likes to mess with my item orders be they personal or professional. Read on.
And due to vineyard owner family vagaries, I worked a split shift yesterday and today, taking two hours off in mid-day and coming back to get the crushing and de-stemming done with the owner's daughter. That didn't stop the perps from putting me through vinegar smell most of the day, ostensibly from the fruit flies on the grapes. The perps love to play that disgusting smell on me, and don't miss an sliver of an excuse to plant it up my nose.
The usual litany of arranged vehicle trains, oncoming and ahead and behind me were duly arranged for the two extra commutes for the two day's of split-shifting. Even returning home bound at 1900h begat the usual arranged vehicles; colors, types with the odd motorcycle in the mix. Funny how that happens, no matter how irregular my commuting hours and days are.
10-10-2013
My browser software is working, and effectively my internet access is back. I worked a straight thru day, thankfully. I wanted to fill my vehicle tank up afterward, and lo, if the perps didn't obstruct my usual fuel station with all pumps occupied and two vehicles behind me to block me from reversing out of there. I had to circle the lot and exit, replete with extra headlights aimed at me.
10-11-2013
Busy with wine-making work; plenty of red plasma flashes came on when dealing with the fermenting red wine and then heading inside to get something, due to a forced "forget". It would seem the perps are still working on their red response in different lighting conditions. The fermenting wine that just had to be kept inside last year, is doing nicely outside and the temperature is much lower thankfully. Lower temperature ferments make for more aromatic wine.
After helping the boss to get his tractor forks under a bin, there he was still sitting in the tractor ten minutes later for no apparent reason. That I ate my lunch during those ten minutes is likely something to do with this brain fart inanity, and all the more given that the tractor is orange in color. And how many times have I encountered gangstalkers sitting in their vehicles for no apparent reason in parking lots, or else participate in extended loitering around their vehicle with the doors or trunk open? They are multiple daily occurrences, and so regular that I don't report on them much in this here blog.
With winemaking, there are many things to measure often the same fermenting juice as different times of the day. And lo, if the owner's dog, a puppy still, is barking at the very moment I measure something; the dog's timing is impeccable, as in 100% over a five minute interval with at least six measurements.
The order screw up games continues; winery supplies this time. It began with no mention of backordered items, then when I get the supplies some aren't there, A "Will Call" stamp on the Order Acknowledgement amounts to nothing, and so I phone, and tell them what was missing as they didn't seem to know. One TC gasket was the wrong size as well. The items seem to be backordered, but coming soon. Today, a week later, I get the backordered items, plus the returned item the right size, and lo, if they aren't still missing one item; the only item with a quantity of 2, all the rest were a single instance item. I phone, they apologize, blah, blah and I say it will be picked up next week. What a trial, and this was once an outfit that had impeccable service. Go figure.
How do the perps present the above arranged scenario to a participating commercial party in advance? Something like; "we know you pride yourselves on excellent service and getting all the details right everytime, but we want you to look like a bunch of non-stop buffoons when dealing with our chosen victim on this order, and this is how the inanity will unfold". Or, is it a variation of the tiresome game, where an individual is at first friendly and engaging, and at some later point becomes (uncharacteristically) an asshole, thereby earning my term, "attaining asshole cred(ibility)". In this case it is a reputable firm, where they were first friendly, competent and gracious and then perform a stunt, with multiple acts of incredulous ineptitude and totally out of character, though still putting on the friendly part. Go figure.
It was yoga tonight with the male perp (IMHO- read last week's blog) instructor of five Unfavoreds (male over 20, large gut, bald head, thick frame eyeglasses dumb baggy shorts to his knee). There were only five other classmates, compared to fifteen women last week. Only one of the three babes around me last week returned. Another tall girl, about my height, blonde, and presumably a younger doppelganger for another woman some 15 years older who is also about my height. The perps ensured I admired their long limbs much more often that I would of if not polluted with nonstop mindfuck games . And the two blonde women were in the lobby after class, nattering next to me while I was chatting with the engaging and pretty manager at the desk. And getting my attention by loudly mentioning the "F-word".
One male in the class tonight, another unusual feature as there were fifteen other women in the class last week and I was the only male. Said dude hung around the young blonde girl even if he was old enough to be her father. They hid the dude behind a pillar for the most part, which was just fine by me. This dude and the male instructor performed a faux male bonding stunt in the lobby afterward; the instructor, who doesn't engage with me at all, to the point of being avoidant, came and introduced himself to the other male in the class room, and lo, when it was time for me to depart, they first put on a red dressed Fuckwit woman coming at me, and then I turn 90 degrees toward the door, the dudes (instructor and other male student) parted by two extra feet with their backs toward me, but seeming to know I was coming all the same. Very often I will get the "split couple act", where a married couple will split apart for some unsaid reason timed so I walk between them and arranged so there isn't much choice for an alternate route. But having me pass between two seeming unrelated barely-bonded males is a first.
And with the dusk onset at 1830h when I exited yoga it wasn't too much of a surprise to see a surfeit of red vehicles, though I also saw a red coated attractive woman walking past. Not forgetting the above mentioned red coated Fuckwit passing near me when inside the yoga center.
And what is with the bun hairstyles of late? They are much more predominant and even come with a fount of hair dropping down from the bun like a little mop on their head. Alien lore has it that the "breeders" (kept women) wear hair buns, so perhaps they are also part of the makeup of all those things I was shown during the three lost (read, memory deleted) years when 2 to 5 years of age.
10-12-2013
Saturday, but busy with wine fermentations and bottling. And the day I switched to a new razor insert and shaved my body hair in addition. It doesn't sound like much, but the perps go nutty on new razor insert days. Tonight they were busy infuriating me for at least 20 rage-ifications, though laundry tonight might be one additional reason. One jerkaround was having me "forget" my laundry in my vehicle for crissakes. I haven't had such provocations since about 2006, the nadir of the abusive intensity designed to drive me into much smaller living quarters by way of created evictions.
Another internet order got nixed; after I logged out it was gone and and after re-ordering the last completed order it was sabotaged with the quantities stripped out.
10-13-2013
Sunday on this Thanksgiving weekend in Canada, and even at 0800h I get a roadside photo-shoot, and lo, if they didn't have a topless woman mermaid model draped in a net and slathered in red, yellow and green some 10' up a lascustrine soil bluff with the photographer below. This is the same soil type as the vineyard/winery when I work, and I suppose it might be an erotic backdrop to get my momentary attention, though with fugly colors.
Anyhow, I best get this launched/published and call it another week in Hell on Earth.
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Sunday, October 13, 2013
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Popcorn Stalking
08-13-2012
What is it about popcorn making, apart from the odious smell, that is so vital to the perp research quest? I was about to head to the kitchen and make tea, and lo, if the roomie-stalker didn't get in there ahead of me and make popcorn. This goes on at least three times/week and stinks the house up for a day or so. The ex, in the pre-overt abuse days, and a full abettor in the covert goings on, was also a popcorn maker, maybe two times per week. All that etheric perturbance maybe, as the corn pops and zings around in the machine before being dumped into the chute to the bowl. And the roomie-stalker is a foodie no less; top quality juicer and a blender, and once a raw foodist. So to add popcorn into the diet should be a total anathema. But who knows, she may not even eat it when it it taken to her room for consumption.
Not to mention the vile chemicals (plus another) in microwave popcorn that can cause lung damage. And lungs and breathing are also a major part of the perp research/abuse quest.
A busy day on the vineyard, except that I was detailed for landscape plant moving, deck teardown, rock placement, tractor cleaning etc. That is OK by me, varied jobs are fine, not to mention conversational company, something I don't normally get.
08-14-2012
The Men From SMIRK (or should that be SMERK as take-off from SMERSH?), said "hello" (while wearing a smirk) to me while they were driving by at 0630h this morning. I had just left the curb to cross the road and their big black tinted glass GMC 4x4 Suburban started toward me from 200' away. I had my new Cover King sun shade in hand (highly reflective mylar finish to an insulating foam) as well as my pack and carry bag. I had crossed this suburban street with a 40' wide median in the middle to get to my vehicle parked under an adjacent tree. The sight of this vehicle, which has been seen at unusual times before, had me grumble to myself about the Gestapo, and that is exactly when the driver leaned out of the open window and said "hello". I said "hello" back, and he proceeded onward for 200' and then stopped in mid-street for no apparent reason, still visible by me getting into my vehicle.
The perps are more "buzzy" today, perhaps the same meaning as "busy", except with me at center stage without my permission. Plenty of red shirts, baggy male shorts, legs and feet as viewed from the crapper cubicle. Three silver grey vehicle parked around mine at the mall, and more shiftless louts at the ATM, and a ponytail-male doing back and forths in the parking lot the whole time.
08-15-2012
Just when I thought the shit games were over at work, after the two toilet blocking games of two weeks ago, the perps struck again. The "loose stool" stunt, and a forced shit to relieve it, and lo, if they didn't block the toilet too. None of the family was home, so I took a shower to clean up. And it was a mess, they even took out my shorts in addition to my underwear. Once cleaned up and wearing my pants, I had to unblock the toilet, and with added adversity as it didn't work the first time.
A concert last night, getting a good seat with a guy with a ponytail. We had lots of conversation about music, as he once played in a band. He drove all the way from Edmonton to here, Pentiction to catch Rory Block (956km, 12 hours of driving). And it was a good show, and worth catching up on a blues singer I didn't know much about. The perps had planted ideations about purchasing some of her CD's, but as it "happened" she had run out of them because of a bus mechanical problem. And what is it about Edmonton that the perps like to push onto me so often? Yes, I visited there a few times, but the city doesn't excite me, and I have no hankering to return. The esthetician of last week's leg waxing was from there as it "happened".
08-16-2012
Another shit show at work; this time nowhere severe as yesterday, and with a stop at the mall to unload instead of yesterday's toilet blocking stunt at work. And the same post-work activity; meet the land-lady-to-be after work while my clothes are in the washing machine. The roomie stalker was ready for my arrival, sitting in her vehicle with the engine running and headlights on (me) while I pulled up ahead at the curb, and then staying there for about three minutes before following me in. Like WTF; who sits in their vehicle with the engine running for three minutes before they go inside the house? Only in Perpland.
08-17-2012, Friday
A day of picking diseased fruit from the grape vines, this week's work, and next week too. No shit games thankfully, and no need to stop at the mall.
Though the sickos did mess with my Android phone when playing music, and stopping it altogether so they could then stop me from what I was doing and fix it. The touch screen interface is a total sabotage bonanza as they will mess with it anytime. Yesterday, they had two songs playing at once on the Android player, which takes talent as the screen selection won't let one do this.
What is with the increase in vehicular road traffic lane encroachment games? I take a secondary highway to work, and about 20% of the vehicles are with their tires on the centerline, if not moreso. As in oncoming traffic in my lane. I always had 1% or so of oncoming road traffic pulling this stunt, but sudden increase in public driving behavior tells me that someone must of arranged this.
08-18-2012
A Saturday, a day off from vineyard work, and the roomie water-use stalking; she in the bathroom concurrently while I was at the sink doing a pre-rinse, and again serially (jumping in ahead by request) in the kitchen to fill a water bottle when I was about to clean the dishes. She could of filled the freaking transparent lime green water bottle at the bathroom, but no, had to disrupt me at the kitchen sink instead. The perps devote a huge amount of effort as to my water supply, and the various outlets like differing faucets and the disposition of the water; dishes cleaning, drinking, kettle use etc.
A concert last night; I got a free ticket but spent $30 on food and beer. A banjo player of considerable talent as well as an extremely verasitile player of multiple genres. Only one bluegrass song in his two set performance. Same deal on the CD's; they had run out of them from their previous performances on this road trip.
Just like Tuesday (08-14-2012, above, they seeded in fat folk around me, and then they had them access their smart phones too. It would seem that any LCD screen on any device offers some kind of color and/or energetics calibration measurement capabilities, as it is so consistently part of the perps' plan.
And the stinking popcorn smell in this place when I got back at 2230h last night after the show. And a two tone brown motorhome vehicle stalked me three times while driving a whole kilometer back last night.
And this morning I discover I didn't shave my mustache yesterday, which is exactly what "happened" the Tuesday (08-14-2012, above) when I went to the Rory Block concert. Or else, the mustache grew disproportionately to all the other facial hair, which is something the perps can do I came to know many years ago. They can grow, or place, a single 1/2" long hair exactly where one shaved just an hour beforehand. No facial or neck hairs ever get that long, and yet, there it was, discovered before I was headed out the door to an appointment. But as the perps keep me in FUD-land, I cannot recall exactly where I shaved on my face the day before. The odd time they make sure I recall to then demonstrate their Fuckover capabilities.
More toilet games, at a local business that opens early. I will spare the details, but it wasn't pretty. I am still a "shit refugee", and use public toilets wherever I can. The perps still block the one here at this shared house after the first week I moved in, and they block the one at work too. In the latter case they still enforce shit games by making the situation critical. Who knew I would be hounded over taking a crap for over ten years, with toilet blocking a 95% probability? A lot of folk must of known, including family, as they were party to the covert goings on until the perps went overt/beserk in 04-2002.
Above visit to the store was combined with a skunk or finding an item at the same store. The flyer indicated it would be there, and lo, after getting some help from the counter babe, they don't carry that line of closet organizers. So... a big toilet stunt and then a jerkaround stunt in not finding what I was looking for, aka, dashed expectations. And that is a huge deal for the perps, arranging needs and notions to acquire something, and then have me going to the store and not finding it. Usually replete with ambulatory gangstalkers milling about, some in the frozen pose position too.
On the dashed expectations over aquisition front, it was last month when visiting Victoria, and having a dinner with my farmer colleague (read, perp planted operative) for an hour or so, and then going next door to get scent-free tanning intensifier at my once regular tanning salon, and lo, if they didn't have it. (My farmer colleague was with me, and we went on to shop for clothes some blocks away afterward). On the last visit to Victoria I went to the same tanning salon and bought the intensifier, as it is hard to find and unavailible online in Canada. Funny how that "happens", and Amazon.com now makes things unavailible by country when they once championed themselves as border-free shopping.
A hair cut at 0915h; this is at a hair cutting school, so I get the student and then the instructor fussing around me. The chair was next to the window onto the street, and lo, if there wasn't a big dude with legs spread wide and bald head just sitting there on the brick ledge. He was gone once I came back from the hair washing station, almost as if the perps want me to see these mofo's as much as possible.
I move to a self contained suite in two weeks, and end this roomie-stalker scenario thankfully. It has got to the point of expecting the roomie stalker on top of me each time I use the kitchen or have dishes remaining in it while eating my food. The roomie-stalker has the unerring knack of inconveniently arriving just as I am eating my meal. Yesterday, they even arranged a stucco repair dude to stand over the location I normally would of sat at if he hadn;t nbeen hogging the space where I usually sit on the verandah. All to force me to eat dinner inside when I had regularly been eating outside for weeks. Said dude got to circumnavigate the house while I was having my dinner. HIgh times in Perpland, sending in the longaired dude to encircle me outside while I was dining inside.
A good thing I didn't have any plans today. I got fucked into a five hour nap starting at 1130h. This is the longest forced nap I have had to date, and there was no conventional reason for it. I never start naps before noon, and I am not sleep deprived. Someone didn't want me out and about on this hot, (32C) day it would seem. They figure I see enough sunshine in the week that they have to keep me inside for at least one day.
I move out of this shared house in two weeks, and of course I wasn't allowed to check out the toilet to see if was the low-flow, high-obstruction design that the perps so often like. And so it goes, keeping the FUD games going until I get to use it.
I will end this posting here, even if one more day of the weekend remains, as there has been plenty to report on.
What is it about popcorn making, apart from the odious smell, that is so vital to the perp research quest? I was about to head to the kitchen and make tea, and lo, if the roomie-stalker didn't get in there ahead of me and make popcorn. This goes on at least three times/week and stinks the house up for a day or so. The ex, in the pre-overt abuse days, and a full abettor in the covert goings on, was also a popcorn maker, maybe two times per week. All that etheric perturbance maybe, as the corn pops and zings around in the machine before being dumped into the chute to the bowl. And the roomie-stalker is a foodie no less; top quality juicer and a blender, and once a raw foodist. So to add popcorn into the diet should be a total anathema. But who knows, she may not even eat it when it it taken to her room for consumption.
Not to mention the vile chemicals (plus another) in microwave popcorn that can cause lung damage. And lungs and breathing are also a major part of the perp research/abuse quest.
A busy day on the vineyard, except that I was detailed for landscape plant moving, deck teardown, rock placement, tractor cleaning etc. That is OK by me, varied jobs are fine, not to mention conversational company, something I don't normally get.
08-14-2012
The Men From SMIRK (or should that be SMERK as take-off from SMERSH?), said "hello" (while wearing a smirk) to me while they were driving by at 0630h this morning. I had just left the curb to cross the road and their big black tinted glass GMC 4x4 Suburban started toward me from 200' away. I had my new Cover King sun shade in hand (highly reflective mylar finish to an insulating foam) as well as my pack and carry bag. I had crossed this suburban street with a 40' wide median in the middle to get to my vehicle parked under an adjacent tree. The sight of this vehicle, which has been seen at unusual times before, had me grumble to myself about the Gestapo, and that is exactly when the driver leaned out of the open window and said "hello". I said "hello" back, and he proceeded onward for 200' and then stopped in mid-street for no apparent reason, still visible by me getting into my vehicle.
The perps are more "buzzy" today, perhaps the same meaning as "busy", except with me at center stage without my permission. Plenty of red shirts, baggy male shorts, legs and feet as viewed from the crapper cubicle. Three silver grey vehicle parked around mine at the mall, and more shiftless louts at the ATM, and a ponytail-male doing back and forths in the parking lot the whole time.
08-15-2012
Just when I thought the shit games were over at work, after the two toilet blocking games of two weeks ago, the perps struck again. The "loose stool" stunt, and a forced shit to relieve it, and lo, if they didn't block the toilet too. None of the family was home, so I took a shower to clean up. And it was a mess, they even took out my shorts in addition to my underwear. Once cleaned up and wearing my pants, I had to unblock the toilet, and with added adversity as it didn't work the first time.
A concert last night, getting a good seat with a guy with a ponytail. We had lots of conversation about music, as he once played in a band. He drove all the way from Edmonton to here, Pentiction to catch Rory Block (956km, 12 hours of driving). And it was a good show, and worth catching up on a blues singer I didn't know much about. The perps had planted ideations about purchasing some of her CD's, but as it "happened" she had run out of them because of a bus mechanical problem. And what is it about Edmonton that the perps like to push onto me so often? Yes, I visited there a few times, but the city doesn't excite me, and I have no hankering to return. The esthetician of last week's leg waxing was from there as it "happened".
08-16-2012
Another shit show at work; this time nowhere severe as yesterday, and with a stop at the mall to unload instead of yesterday's toilet blocking stunt at work. And the same post-work activity; meet the land-lady-to-be after work while my clothes are in the washing machine. The roomie stalker was ready for my arrival, sitting in her vehicle with the engine running and headlights on (me) while I pulled up ahead at the curb, and then staying there for about three minutes before following me in. Like WTF; who sits in their vehicle with the engine running for three minutes before they go inside the house? Only in Perpland.
08-17-2012, Friday
A day of picking diseased fruit from the grape vines, this week's work, and next week too. No shit games thankfully, and no need to stop at the mall.
Though the sickos did mess with my Android phone when playing music, and stopping it altogether so they could then stop me from what I was doing and fix it. The touch screen interface is a total sabotage bonanza as they will mess with it anytime. Yesterday, they had two songs playing at once on the Android player, which takes talent as the screen selection won't let one do this.
What is with the increase in vehicular road traffic lane encroachment games? I take a secondary highway to work, and about 20% of the vehicles are with their tires on the centerline, if not moreso. As in oncoming traffic in my lane. I always had 1% or so of oncoming road traffic pulling this stunt, but sudden increase in public driving behavior tells me that someone must of arranged this.
08-18-2012
A Saturday, a day off from vineyard work, and the roomie water-use stalking; she in the bathroom concurrently while I was at the sink doing a pre-rinse, and again serially (jumping in ahead by request) in the kitchen to fill a water bottle when I was about to clean the dishes. She could of filled the freaking transparent lime green water bottle at the bathroom, but no, had to disrupt me at the kitchen sink instead. The perps devote a huge amount of effort as to my water supply, and the various outlets like differing faucets and the disposition of the water; dishes cleaning, drinking, kettle use etc.
A concert last night; I got a free ticket but spent $30 on food and beer. A banjo player of considerable talent as well as an extremely verasitile player of multiple genres. Only one bluegrass song in his two set performance. Same deal on the CD's; they had run out of them from their previous performances on this road trip.
Just like Tuesday (08-14-2012, above, they seeded in fat folk around me, and then they had them access their smart phones too. It would seem that any LCD screen on any device offers some kind of color and/or energetics calibration measurement capabilities, as it is so consistently part of the perps' plan.
And the stinking popcorn smell in this place when I got back at 2230h last night after the show. And a two tone brown motorhome vehicle stalked me three times while driving a whole kilometer back last night.
And this morning I discover I didn't shave my mustache yesterday, which is exactly what "happened" the Tuesday (08-14-2012, above) when I went to the Rory Block concert. Or else, the mustache grew disproportionately to all the other facial hair, which is something the perps can do I came to know many years ago. They can grow, or place, a single 1/2" long hair exactly where one shaved just an hour beforehand. No facial or neck hairs ever get that long, and yet, there it was, discovered before I was headed out the door to an appointment. But as the perps keep me in FUD-land, I cannot recall exactly where I shaved on my face the day before. The odd time they make sure I recall to then demonstrate their Fuckover capabilities.
More toilet games, at a local business that opens early. I will spare the details, but it wasn't pretty. I am still a "shit refugee", and use public toilets wherever I can. The perps still block the one here at this shared house after the first week I moved in, and they block the one at work too. In the latter case they still enforce shit games by making the situation critical. Who knew I would be hounded over taking a crap for over ten years, with toilet blocking a 95% probability? A lot of folk must of known, including family, as they were party to the covert goings on until the perps went overt/beserk in 04-2002.
Above visit to the store was combined with a skunk or finding an item at the same store. The flyer indicated it would be there, and lo, after getting some help from the counter babe, they don't carry that line of closet organizers. So... a big toilet stunt and then a jerkaround stunt in not finding what I was looking for, aka, dashed expectations. And that is a huge deal for the perps, arranging needs and notions to acquire something, and then have me going to the store and not finding it. Usually replete with ambulatory gangstalkers milling about, some in the frozen pose position too.
On the dashed expectations over aquisition front, it was last month when visiting Victoria, and having a dinner with my farmer colleague (read, perp planted operative) for an hour or so, and then going next door to get scent-free tanning intensifier at my once regular tanning salon, and lo, if they didn't have it. (My farmer colleague was with me, and we went on to shop for clothes some blocks away afterward). On the last visit to Victoria I went to the same tanning salon and bought the intensifier, as it is hard to find and unavailible online in Canada. Funny how that "happens", and Amazon.com now makes things unavailible by country when they once championed themselves as border-free shopping.
A hair cut at 0915h; this is at a hair cutting school, so I get the student and then the instructor fussing around me. The chair was next to the window onto the street, and lo, if there wasn't a big dude with legs spread wide and bald head just sitting there on the brick ledge. He was gone once I came back from the hair washing station, almost as if the perps want me to see these mofo's as much as possible.
I move to a self contained suite in two weeks, and end this roomie-stalker scenario thankfully. It has got to the point of expecting the roomie stalker on top of me each time I use the kitchen or have dishes remaining in it while eating my food. The roomie-stalker has the unerring knack of inconveniently arriving just as I am eating my meal. Yesterday, they even arranged a stucco repair dude to stand over the location I normally would of sat at if he hadn;t nbeen hogging the space where I usually sit on the verandah. All to force me to eat dinner inside when I had regularly been eating outside for weeks. Said dude got to circumnavigate the house while I was having my dinner. HIgh times in Perpland, sending in the longaired dude to encircle me outside while I was dining inside.
A good thing I didn't have any plans today. I got fucked into a five hour nap starting at 1130h. This is the longest forced nap I have had to date, and there was no conventional reason for it. I never start naps before noon, and I am not sleep deprived. Someone didn't want me out and about on this hot, (32C) day it would seem. They figure I see enough sunshine in the week that they have to keep me inside for at least one day.
I move out of this shared house in two weeks, and of course I wasn't allowed to check out the toilet to see if was the low-flow, high-obstruction design that the perps so often like. And so it goes, keeping the FUD games going until I get to use it.
I will end this posting here, even if one more day of the weekend remains, as there has been plenty to report on.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Flight Time
06-16-2012
I fly out later today, so this is just to fill the time until I am ready to go.
A yoga class, and a Saturday one to avoid the Sunday one with the heavy breathing fat male who likes to get close. And lo, if they didn't put on a negro male and a blonde girl, with my vineyard work colleage (female, redhead), behind them. Said negro saw fit to remove his shirt for more brown exposure it would seem, and thankfully he was mostly hidden by his blonde babe. I don't why the perps are so fascinated with matching blonde Caucasian girls with male negroes, but it is nothing new to me. "Hide the negro" (Unfavored demographic group specimen) has become the operative word, just as "hide the brown vehicle" (Unfavored color) games when driving and surrounded by my gangstalking posse in their arranged formations to obstruct the particular vehicle until it is too close to do so.
And I did get at least three deep brown vehicles, in separate gangstalking vehicle streams when driving from the house to the tanning salon (five minutes). I stopped into this shared house at my room after yoga and the owner had the vaccum cleaner going, and only then did I phone to see if the tanning salon was availble, which it was. When I asked if the lie-down bed was avaiible soon, she said "1:30" when it was 11:30. I said something like "sooner than 1:30" and she said "I meant 11:30". Like WTF; I get all these over-obvious mistakes too often, and getting screwed around like this is plain fucking disturbed. And of course they screwed my out of having my watch on to immediately check the time, all in keeping with the perp's obsession over all details related to this concept as well as the general FUD agenda.
Then onto another perp event they dearly like me to be doing, tanning. This time it was at a salon, and with an extra contingent of vehciles around me, as I have never done a back-to-back yoga and tanning before. There were extra gangstalking vehicles sporting PVC pipe on my way, so who knows what this is about, again, nothing new.
And I am begining to find my Android phone is more useless that I expected. Yes, it takes pics, but how does one get them off? Only yesterday did I have to ask to find out how to access voice mail. By holding down the "1" key I was told at the counter, and was duly informed the adjacent symbol it was the "universal symbol for voice mail". Like WTF; I had cell phones before, and all I had to do was select the Voice Mail menu item, and I got there. But now, one has to decode this obscure symbol on a key that is clearly marked for another purpose. Owing to this undeclared wretched dual modality, if one holds the key for longer, you don't get a "1": but whatever the dumbassed symbol means. And lets be clear; the "universal symbol" is of a reel-to-reel tape deck, as obsolete as it is obscure. So who writes this, never mind the neanderthal-like penchant for obsolete motifs with a current day touch screen interface phone feature?
06-20-2012
Back in the land of the sunny Okanagan after four days in Victoria, British Columbia, the Gangstalking Capital of Canada. Soo... many gangstalking and perp set-up stunt to recount here, even if in summary form. The wheelbarrow tire idiocy continues, Westjet didn't even charge me for the extra box, very kind of them it was. And I got an 3/4" cold rolled length of steel as the new axle, after the culls at Casterland sent me the wrong size and weren't too sympathetic about redressing this screw-up. After plenty of extra attention from the vehicular gangstalking force on the way to the steel supplier, and then a mighty piss after I ordered it at the front counter, and lo, if it wasn't there ready on the counter after filling the toilet, (and flushing of course). Funny the steel wasn't warm from being cut in the saw, but who knows, as the perps seriously diverted me from observing matters with a forced visit to the toilet. I had the old part (5/8" diameter axle), recieved the new replacement 3/4" steel, and OMG, what a might vehicular gangstalking as I drove to downtown Victoria to do other errands. As of mid-April I have a mid-grey Toyota Camry, and lo, if the same mid-grey colored vehicles weren't out in force; adjacent, at intersections etc. I was finally allowed to "get it"; grey gangstalking vehicles, (I was driving my mother's barely metallic tan Ford Escape, brown interior though), and a chunk of grey steel in the vehicle.
Then onto an irrigation supply house to get some new parts for my mother's wretched sprinkler, though of good quality, it was beset by poor fittings. And lo, if they didn't put a negro pseudo-staff member on, almost as black as the ill-lit shop, the mofo coursing around behind me for no reason, asking someone else if they had been helped (how did he know who to ask as he wasn't observing?), then across the counter, and then aiding said customer at a counter section 90 degrees offset in keeping with the perp anisotropic energetic research. I had to wait five min. longer, and finally the store proprietor came by, casual like, distracted too, and I assumed he was drunk or stoned so irregular was his manner. I got helped at the counter by the 300lb Fat Man, another freak-du-jour, though he was friendly at least. And have I mentioned how often the perps hound my ass over water supply, pipe material, sprinkler head types and material, what crops got irrigated with what pipes, and then eating said crops? Many times, and I suppose a visit to the irrigation supply house was way too exciting for the perp sick-asses.
Then back to the First Feral Family house to deal with the wheelbarrow, but I ran out of steam when I couldn't get the U-bolts I was looking for. I settled for redi-rod and will have to bend it at a later date with a borrowed propane or hotter torch. I was reminded I did this wheelbarrow wheel and axle rebuild way back in 1996, when the then wheelbarrow was the only farm "vehicle" for the six acres I owned with the ex. Then it was a new wheel, a new axle of cold rolled steel, and consummating with a visit to the neighbor with a welding shop to heat and bang the purchased U-bolts to a new shape that I couldn't do myself. (Propane torches aren't hot enough to work steel I found out). And said wheelbarrow was the means by which the extensive alpaca poo was removed, and for so many other chores on this infernally prohibitive and demanding property at the time. And I believe I mentioned that I fixed 600' of waterline, putting in 2" PVC instead of steel and this deformed blue plastic line, as well as five connection boxes and many other irrigation upgrades, including 200 new spray heads for the one acre of kiwi fruit. I did all that wheelbarrow rebuild, water supply upgrade (and its use), and countless other agricultural activities that I have since been forced to do yet again since the perps went overt in 04-2002. No...sir, it wasn't enough to lose our shirts on that wretched hobby farm, they had to run me out of an IT job three years later and start me working as a peasant in the strawberry and daffodil fields begining in 2008 when they finally let me work again, for a pittance this time. Now, in 2012, they let me "graduate" to working in a vineyard, which is where I presently work until the harvest is over.
So yes, it would seem this four day visitation to Gangstalking and Nonconsensual Human Experimentation Central, Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, was indeed a significant test event as they have had me out of town since early 01-2012, apart from a post-viticulture course two week visit in April to purchase abovementioned Camry. The perps have a long history of sending me out of town after an educational experience, and it is most curious as to why.
I woke up Sunday morning, and my mother announced the neighborhood deer had somehow eluded the deer fencing I installed the year before (2011) and now ate some of her garden plants, namely tomatoes and runner beans. And that became the emergency I had to deal with for the four days, using the remainder of the 4' wide stucco wire from last year (2011). The 4'x4' garden bed had to be fenced as the beans got moved to it. The 8'x4' bed was done last year in chicken wire. I had the posts, and kept the intact chicken wire rolled up over the winter. I expected to only re-erect the posts, and unravel the chicken wire and tie it up like last year. BUT, the first oddity was that there was a splice in it when it was a continuous section, as chicken wire is hell to deal with once cut. Once the posts were up, the chicken wire was found to be woefully inadequate in length, like 10' missing of 24'. To remind my readers; this roll of chicken wire was 24' long, a single continous length, and fitted the 8'x4' garden bed all the way around. I took it down at the end of last year (fall 2011), stored it as a single roll, and what happened to it over the winter? Why, "someone" severed it in mid-span, cut out 10' and spliced the ends back together. The latter is no mean feat, as a 4' wide roll of chicken wire has very many ends to deal with and bend, twice for a lapped splice. Soo.. the story is, some insane Fuckwit stole 10' of 4' wide chicken wire from a mid-length roll of 24' and spliced it back together again (a 30 minute job by conventional means), all to mess me around so I had to shorten up the fence and re-locate two poles, for which I had already drilled and installed four galvanized 4" lag bolts. And given the number of times the perps have me install, and then remove fasteners (nails, screws, bolts, nuts etc.), one can be sure that this indeed might of been the central objective. As for their rationale, and what it is all about, I have no idea. This Chicken Wire Section Theft and Re-splice Event has to be one of the more obvious and totally insane extra-conventional jerkarounds of the past ten years. But it hasn't gone unnoticed the perps like to arrange wire mesh in my proximity, and by cranking on the suburban deer problem, they got their wish yet again.
And the above deer invasion became the new-emergency, perfectly timed it was to my first morning in Gangstalk Central and re-configuring my activities, errands etc. I had to put the wheebarrow steel axle away, after rubbing it down with grease so it would not rust. And lo, if some three hours later when driving on the above mentioned errand trip, they tailed me with a bulk lubricant semi-trailer tanker for ten minutes or so, in a distinctly residential district. Funny how the petroleum products harassment and stunts continue.
As well, the plant hormone games continue, my mother dutifully acquiring Miracle-Gro again, and leaving it on the kitchen counter, first unopened, and a day later, the box was opened. The active ingredient for said product is 2,4-D, but just a little so not to cause the plant to grow rapidly into indehiscence, which is what the herbicide form does. Funny, Miracle-Gro never puts the active ingredient on the packaging. It would seem that plant hormone manipulation is part of the perp agenda too, based how often this "happens" in this protracted hell that I have been cast into.
An uneventful 45 min. flight back, and plenty of red-dressed passengers on board. A seat row to myself next to the window, and a 45 min. reverie over the beautiful sunlit landscape and overflying some notable natural landmarks (the Lions peaks that overlook Vancouver BC, Garibaldi Park where I once worked for a summer). All to have me "forget" to read my book that I had arranged in the seatback after take-off. No good practice can go undisrupted in perp-land.
Another evening on this four day visit was a dinner with my farmworker colleague, one who makes that I am an interesting person and how she wants to meet up with me. And to be straight, there is no romantic interest on my part, it is she that pursues me, as it is clear she is connected to Fuckwit Central, and the gig was scripted. The waitress was a total blonde doll by comparison, and it is rare the perps let me have that much observation time with a pretty and personable young woman. I suppose this was the protracted plain-woman (colleague) to gorgeous woman (waitress) comparison outing/test, as normally the perps like to arrange fleeting Unfavored-Favored contrasts among the gangstalker encounters.
What followed was a classic perp stunt; the tanning salon I frequented last year was next door to the restaurant and I wanted some of the scentless tanning intensifier (not a colorant or bronzer). And lo, if they weren't out of it, and I cannot get this online anywhere, or where I now live, Penticton, BC. Having me get skunked, as in not finding/acquiring what I was looking for, is a long time perp arrangement, usually in concert with Fuckwit gangstalkers around me. Though this time, it was my erstwhile farm colleague, and post-dinner time too, and extra challenging moment for the perp's remote energetic reading/analysis on me. That a blonde babe was also at the counter to tell me that a shipment was due this week wasn't a coincidence either, borrowing from the waitresses' look.
A family outing the next afternoon and evening (yesterday), following my daughter's graduation from the local community college. Much pictures in the evening under the trees after dinner in a nearby Thai restaurant with family. And per cue, out came the smart phones, and later the iPad, all in keeping with the perp's preoccupation with proximate individuals to be looking at LED screens. I don't know what the perps derive from this activity, but it has been clear from early on, that they just love to have me looking at CRT or LED displays with personnel/family, or even in proximity in the case of gangstalkers. That my classmates in my 2009 Oracle DBA classes would have the same red covered netbook at their desk, passing it on to other classmates, taking turns with the same netbook from class to class. Can we get more fucking obvious than that, netbook/LED display stalking? A related item was the new Samsung Galaxy Note cell phone I had for a few days before I took it back. It had an OLED display on it. Whatever it is that the perps are pumping through the wires and cell phone aerials needs to be tested on me for differing kinds of glass, LED resolutions, LED type and all the other technical parameters like circuit board color, wire color etc.
And now back at the cramped shared house, I was put onto "shit refugee" status within a half hour of getting back. First I was distracted from unpacking my suitcase by the six week overly long delivery of my cellphone accessories that had been just delivered on the doorstep for my arrival. Soo..., I get to unpack a suitcase and briefcase along with sorting out my laundry and then attending to the new cellphone accessories. After changing into new clothes, the forced "need" to take a crap came on, and so off to the mall to use the shitter there after being burned with a sudden onset of blocked toilets at this shared house. (And one at the vineyard owner's house where I work, which was a total blatant sabotage event for the minimal toilet content). And lo, if there wasn't the coursing dudes, one of whom was the cell phone service attendant I encountered last week. Some of the dudes were assigned concurrent craps, but no toilet blocking. The toilet even flushed by itself afterward, twice. And lo, if my Phillipino (read, brown) women gangstalkers that led me to the washrooms weren't there on my exit, loitering in the nearby food mall.
Then a "need" came on to get a stack of 100g bars of chocolate while there at the nearby LD store, and lo, if one stalking/stocking twit wasn't handling deep brown letter boxes across the aisle in front of me on my way to the chocolate. Then a planted notion to get some cash at the nearby ATM and cash the yellow colored check my mother gave me before I departed in compensation for the expenses I incurred in dealing with fencing, irrigation and wheelbarrow tire projects.
And in keeping with the perp's brown imperative, mixed in with the irrigation research imperative, I see that my perp abetting mother purchased 50' of brown garden hose, still coiled. So we are now entering a new phase of perp research, mixing/integrating their brown color games with thier irrigation supply research, and presumably by extension, its downstream color energetic effects on the plants that consume such supplied water, and too, the food consumed therefrom. Sounds like another ten years of insane abusive and deranged nonconsensual human experimentation is planned out.
The Summer Soltice was today, another perp parameter I have come to find, though I have no idea if it was central to above planning/arrangements.
06-21-2012
First evening after yesterday's flight, and I was jerked out of sleeping mostly, awake at 0300h, up at 0400h. The next door roomie artfully times his getting up earlier to match mine so he is showering while I am using the same water supply to clean dishes (concurrent water use). At least the 10th time this has "happened" in three weeks.
On the vineyard job, I took off my shirt, and then sun went behind high cloud 10 min. later and thereafter for the remainder of the day.
06-22-2012
More vineyard work today, but no tanning due to overcast conditons. Lots of deep mid-grey clouds in the distance, and I suppose this was interesting to the perps, given that I now have and use a mid-grey colored vehicle. On the way home they tailed me with a same mid-grey colored pickup truck towing a white aluminum trailer, and in front of me was a new white Volvo S-60. It only took the Volvo designers 10 years to clean up the look of the rear trunk, tailights and bumper design, and I must say it looks halfway decent. The perps go to great lengths to have me see vehicles with attractive design aesthetics, and after the horrid jelly-bean job they did on Volvos in 2000, they finally got it about right. The perps wanted me to know, as it is rare that I personally encounter new vehicles, being so financially strapped. And the perps know I have a fondness for Volvos, being a near-perfect confluence of design integrity, features, quality and durability IMHO. And too, the perps had me owning Volvos for 20 years in the past, so there must be something in it for them. It is also interesting that they ply me with Saabs in the vehicular gangstalking, a Swedish vehicle manufacturer that might get their steel from the same source as Volvo.
Other games that are going on are having me not use my regular mid-grey handled shaving razor while visiting Victoria, per above. I had my hand on the shaving razor to pack it, but "somehow" it didn't get packed, so I used these wretched white handled BIC razors while there. I survived OK, it is just that arms and body shaving never got done, and I have caught up in the last few days, doing one each morning in conjunction with shaving my face.
Another shaving method variation as also been imposed; normally after my shower I shave by applying a hot face cloth to the area and then proceed to shave in discrete sections (e.g. five passes on my face). Two weeks ago, they had me "discover" that I didn't need to use the face cloth to soften the hairs as I was fresh from the shower. So this big "discovery" has meant that I can speed up shaving and not apply the face cloth in advance of each discrete section that has shaving foam applied. Another adjunct to this was that I can take another short (sub-minute) shower to clean up my shaving hairs and foam all over me instead of using the face cloth, again in iterations to recharge it once it has loaded up. And because I must wait for the slow draining sink after shaving, I can take this second shaving-debris cleaning shower before the sink has finished draining. All this must sound like boring triviality, but in fact, the perps have a huge vested interested in absolutely every aspect of shaving and towelling dry, so this is a SIGNIFICANT advent in them changing this long running routine. Do I care? No; just leave me the fuck alone is all I ask, and it isn't going to happen anytime soon if it took them ten years to get this far.
06-23-2012
A visit to the market in downtown Penticton where they block four blocks off for vendors who set up their stalls. The Fuckwit Crush was out, including the step-in-my-way rude shit by assholes who were looking at me from less that 3' away. I was finally allowed to find a salad mix on the return pass, and lo, within a minute, they didn't pull a rain shower to accompany me for the 10 min. walk back. And too, this fucks me up, as I want to clean up my grease spotted raingear outside, and ironically it is raining, same as two weeks ago. The landlady's dude/boyfriend had to come and walk the driveway while I had the bag of salad in hand, just as his landlady girlfriend had to arrive in the kitchen when I was putting it in the fridge. What a bag of salad mix can do in Perpland.
And I see they wiped out two paragraphs that I had entered this morning in this here blog, and I am just too annoyed to replicate it. Besides, the perps manage mood down to full level control, and so it goes, more of what I have written is deleted by THEM.
More order obstruction and blocking. I am attempting to get a sunshade for my vehicle, and lo, if the Billing-Shipping address mapping doesn't put me into Alaska after typing "British Columbia" in the first list. Then it magically corrects itself when requesting shipping options. Then it screwed me out of having my password entered, so once that it is re-entered I resubmit. And lo, if the the application doesn't blow up and spew a page full of errors. I go back one screen to get to my details (now keyed in twice), and lo, if they didn't time me out after one minute of aforementioned adversity. All this was subsequent to "inadvertent" deletion of my order in the first place, having switched from the always-compromised (partial display) Firefox to running IE in Firefox browser window. Which begs the question, why does this keep happening to me? Because there is a total adversity/coincidence control office which oversees every aspect of what I do. I don't know how any reasonable person can come to any other conclusion after this same kind of abusive and obstructing inanity has been going on for ten fucking years.
Later, my first salad from above market shopping trip that I ate here in Penticton gets extra attention. The landlady was on the wireless phone talking all the time while I was eating it. (I was seated between her 10' away, and the reciever, 5' away, in the path of the EMF signals. Post lunch (salad now in me), she starts up the vacuum cleaning. And have I mentioned how often vacuum cleaning stalking erupts around me since the harassment began. At least 5x/year.
A 1.75 hour long forced nap after lunch, salad now digesting, which is way excessive when they screwed me into an extra two hours sleep last night. I suppose I could chalk this up to the post-salad consumption event.
An afternoon shopping trip, and why is it that so many people wander into my path and then don't make any effort to get out of it? I walk around them and lo, if they haven't turned yet again to walk at me, leading me to make extra effort to get out of their way. And they are uniformily trained to be totally blase/emotionless about it too. I have never met so many rude pedestrians since this abuse began.
Enough rants for the day, though further order obstructions did erupt, as it seems to be the day the assholes want me to put online shopping through, now four different orders on the day when I had been backlogged for months on getting on with them. They had me hold off until I moved in early June, and then kept up the sabotage and harassment plus the cell phone dysfunction games to distract me for a further three weeks. And so it goes, one slow weekend day.
06-24-2012
Another weekend day (Sunday), this time getting up at 0600h, which gave me 7 hours of sleep, more like normal. No one else was up, and I have yet to find out the source of the snoring I heard in the night and this morning. No one on the couch this time, and too loud for it to be from the detached garage where the landlady sleeps.
Just like last Sunday, yoga and then to the tanning salon, and still with this scented pong from the intensifier lotion. The thought of not using it just didn't occur to me.
The yoga class had the heavy breather dude again, he sdroitly getting in front of my view in the side mirror wall. Some people, usually the Unfavored specimens, need to be in my vision much more than others. The one delectable babe was obstructed by a chinless older blonde woman, and so it goes, sprinkle in a few Favoreds, and then plant an Unfavored in front of them.
After tanning, then to engage with the petroleum interest/stungs of the perps, they reminding me that I needed to fill the tank up again, having passed the desired filling station. So on my way back to fill the vehicle, why, a gasoline tanker truck was filling at the Chevron with the old pumps and I was on my way to the one, a quarter mile away at most, that had the familiar pumps. And lo, if the only availible pump was the one where the four in-ground tank filler ports where arranged, me parking over top of them while I filled the vehicle. The prequisite hot-rod muffler noises started up while filling, and then the motorcycle noise was added to the noisescape. The perps made sure two motorcycles were on show, parked at a pump when selecting one to fill at. A three way vehicular clusterfuck when it came time to depart, a vehicle doing back-and-forths in front of me, someone waiting behind me, and two more sitting with their backup lights to get in the way. And so they did, one departing ahead of me and the other departing behind me.
The perps pulled a rainstorm while I was tanning, and so that was my greeting upon exiting the salon and walking to my vehicle. The trip to the gasoline station, while filling the tank, and driving back to my roomie hell was duly rained upon. Even if there was some sun and blue sky, someone likes to arrange rainstorms more than is coincidence for key Fuckover events (e.g. tanning, gasoline filling).
More of the protracted impasse over getting files onto the Android phone's SD card. I see that I am not alone as this generates plenty of web traffic, though none that seems to help me. And too, the perps could be up to their usual cognition abuse games, and have me all over the solution but unable to effect one. This is the stuff of what they like doing best; cognition disruption. After the color coordinated gangstalkers (both ambulatory and vehicular), the dogs and kids they like to put out, the vacuum cleaners, ladders, backpacks, plastic shopping bags, the vagrants, the cell phoners, and other assorted Unfavored Fuckwits, hammering my ability to percieve things comes next. Who knew that abuse could be so subtlely appplied?
Anyhow, I am going to publish this now (06-24-2012, 1420h PDT) and if anything eventful erupts for the remainder of the day, I will append it below.
I fly out later today, so this is just to fill the time until I am ready to go.
A yoga class, and a Saturday one to avoid the Sunday one with the heavy breathing fat male who likes to get close. And lo, if they didn't put on a negro male and a blonde girl, with my vineyard work colleage (female, redhead), behind them. Said negro saw fit to remove his shirt for more brown exposure it would seem, and thankfully he was mostly hidden by his blonde babe. I don't why the perps are so fascinated with matching blonde Caucasian girls with male negroes, but it is nothing new to me. "Hide the negro" (Unfavored demographic group specimen) has become the operative word, just as "hide the brown vehicle" (Unfavored color) games when driving and surrounded by my gangstalking posse in their arranged formations to obstruct the particular vehicle until it is too close to do so.
And I did get at least three deep brown vehicles, in separate gangstalking vehicle streams when driving from the house to the tanning salon (five minutes). I stopped into this shared house at my room after yoga and the owner had the vaccum cleaner going, and only then did I phone to see if the tanning salon was availble, which it was. When I asked if the lie-down bed was avaiible soon, she said "1:30" when it was 11:30. I said something like "sooner than 1:30" and she said "I meant 11:30". Like WTF; I get all these over-obvious mistakes too often, and getting screwed around like this is plain fucking disturbed. And of course they screwed my out of having my watch on to immediately check the time, all in keeping with the perp's obsession over all details related to this concept as well as the general FUD agenda.
Then onto another perp event they dearly like me to be doing, tanning. This time it was at a salon, and with an extra contingent of vehciles around me, as I have never done a back-to-back yoga and tanning before. There were extra gangstalking vehicles sporting PVC pipe on my way, so who knows what this is about, again, nothing new.
And I am begining to find my Android phone is more useless that I expected. Yes, it takes pics, but how does one get them off? Only yesterday did I have to ask to find out how to access voice mail. By holding down the "1" key I was told at the counter, and was duly informed the adjacent symbol it was the "universal symbol for voice mail". Like WTF; I had cell phones before, and all I had to do was select the Voice Mail menu item, and I got there. But now, one has to decode this obscure symbol on a key that is clearly marked for another purpose. Owing to this undeclared wretched dual modality, if one holds the key for longer, you don't get a "1": but whatever the dumbassed symbol means. And lets be clear; the "universal symbol" is of a reel-to-reel tape deck, as obsolete as it is obscure. So who writes this, never mind the neanderthal-like penchant for obsolete motifs with a current day touch screen interface phone feature?
06-20-2012
Back in the land of the sunny Okanagan after four days in Victoria, British Columbia, the Gangstalking Capital of Canada. Soo... many gangstalking and perp set-up stunt to recount here, even if in summary form. The wheelbarrow tire idiocy continues, Westjet didn't even charge me for the extra box, very kind of them it was. And I got an 3/4" cold rolled length of steel as the new axle, after the culls at Casterland sent me the wrong size and weren't too sympathetic about redressing this screw-up. After plenty of extra attention from the vehicular gangstalking force on the way to the steel supplier, and then a mighty piss after I ordered it at the front counter, and lo, if it wasn't there ready on the counter after filling the toilet, (and flushing of course). Funny the steel wasn't warm from being cut in the saw, but who knows, as the perps seriously diverted me from observing matters with a forced visit to the toilet. I had the old part (5/8" diameter axle), recieved the new replacement 3/4" steel, and OMG, what a might vehicular gangstalking as I drove to downtown Victoria to do other errands. As of mid-April I have a mid-grey Toyota Camry, and lo, if the same mid-grey colored vehicles weren't out in force; adjacent, at intersections etc. I was finally allowed to "get it"; grey gangstalking vehicles, (I was driving my mother's barely metallic tan Ford Escape, brown interior though), and a chunk of grey steel in the vehicle.
Then onto an irrigation supply house to get some new parts for my mother's wretched sprinkler, though of good quality, it was beset by poor fittings. And lo, if they didn't put a negro pseudo-staff member on, almost as black as the ill-lit shop, the mofo coursing around behind me for no reason, asking someone else if they had been helped (how did he know who to ask as he wasn't observing?), then across the counter, and then aiding said customer at a counter section 90 degrees offset in keeping with the perp anisotropic energetic research. I had to wait five min. longer, and finally the store proprietor came by, casual like, distracted too, and I assumed he was drunk or stoned so irregular was his manner. I got helped at the counter by the 300lb Fat Man, another freak-du-jour, though he was friendly at least. And have I mentioned how often the perps hound my ass over water supply, pipe material, sprinkler head types and material, what crops got irrigated with what pipes, and then eating said crops? Many times, and I suppose a visit to the irrigation supply house was way too exciting for the perp sick-asses.
Then back to the First Feral Family house to deal with the wheelbarrow, but I ran out of steam when I couldn't get the U-bolts I was looking for. I settled for redi-rod and will have to bend it at a later date with a borrowed propane or hotter torch. I was reminded I did this wheelbarrow wheel and axle rebuild way back in 1996, when the then wheelbarrow was the only farm "vehicle" for the six acres I owned with the ex. Then it was a new wheel, a new axle of cold rolled steel, and consummating with a visit to the neighbor with a welding shop to heat and bang the purchased U-bolts to a new shape that I couldn't do myself. (Propane torches aren't hot enough to work steel I found out). And said wheelbarrow was the means by which the extensive alpaca poo was removed, and for so many other chores on this infernally prohibitive and demanding property at the time. And I believe I mentioned that I fixed 600' of waterline, putting in 2" PVC instead of steel and this deformed blue plastic line, as well as five connection boxes and many other irrigation upgrades, including 200 new spray heads for the one acre of kiwi fruit. I did all that wheelbarrow rebuild, water supply upgrade (and its use), and countless other agricultural activities that I have since been forced to do yet again since the perps went overt in 04-2002. No...sir, it wasn't enough to lose our shirts on that wretched hobby farm, they had to run me out of an IT job three years later and start me working as a peasant in the strawberry and daffodil fields begining in 2008 when they finally let me work again, for a pittance this time. Now, in 2012, they let me "graduate" to working in a vineyard, which is where I presently work until the harvest is over.
So yes, it would seem this four day visitation to Gangstalking and Nonconsensual Human Experimentation Central, Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, was indeed a significant test event as they have had me out of town since early 01-2012, apart from a post-viticulture course two week visit in April to purchase abovementioned Camry. The perps have a long history of sending me out of town after an educational experience, and it is most curious as to why.
I woke up Sunday morning, and my mother announced the neighborhood deer had somehow eluded the deer fencing I installed the year before (2011) and now ate some of her garden plants, namely tomatoes and runner beans. And that became the emergency I had to deal with for the four days, using the remainder of the 4' wide stucco wire from last year (2011). The 4'x4' garden bed had to be fenced as the beans got moved to it. The 8'x4' bed was done last year in chicken wire. I had the posts, and kept the intact chicken wire rolled up over the winter. I expected to only re-erect the posts, and unravel the chicken wire and tie it up like last year. BUT, the first oddity was that there was a splice in it when it was a continuous section, as chicken wire is hell to deal with once cut. Once the posts were up, the chicken wire was found to be woefully inadequate in length, like 10' missing of 24'. To remind my readers; this roll of chicken wire was 24' long, a single continous length, and fitted the 8'x4' garden bed all the way around. I took it down at the end of last year (fall 2011), stored it as a single roll, and what happened to it over the winter? Why, "someone" severed it in mid-span, cut out 10' and spliced the ends back together. The latter is no mean feat, as a 4' wide roll of chicken wire has very many ends to deal with and bend, twice for a lapped splice. Soo.. the story is, some insane Fuckwit stole 10' of 4' wide chicken wire from a mid-length roll of 24' and spliced it back together again (a 30 minute job by conventional means), all to mess me around so I had to shorten up the fence and re-locate two poles, for which I had already drilled and installed four galvanized 4" lag bolts. And given the number of times the perps have me install, and then remove fasteners (nails, screws, bolts, nuts etc.), one can be sure that this indeed might of been the central objective. As for their rationale, and what it is all about, I have no idea. This Chicken Wire Section Theft and Re-splice Event has to be one of the more obvious and totally insane extra-conventional jerkarounds of the past ten years. But it hasn't gone unnoticed the perps like to arrange wire mesh in my proximity, and by cranking on the suburban deer problem, they got their wish yet again.
And the above deer invasion became the new-emergency, perfectly timed it was to my first morning in Gangstalk Central and re-configuring my activities, errands etc. I had to put the wheebarrow steel axle away, after rubbing it down with grease so it would not rust. And lo, if some three hours later when driving on the above mentioned errand trip, they tailed me with a bulk lubricant semi-trailer tanker for ten minutes or so, in a distinctly residential district. Funny how the petroleum products harassment and stunts continue.
As well, the plant hormone games continue, my mother dutifully acquiring Miracle-Gro again, and leaving it on the kitchen counter, first unopened, and a day later, the box was opened. The active ingredient for said product is 2,4-D, but just a little so not to cause the plant to grow rapidly into indehiscence, which is what the herbicide form does. Funny, Miracle-Gro never puts the active ingredient on the packaging. It would seem that plant hormone manipulation is part of the perp agenda too, based how often this "happens" in this protracted hell that I have been cast into.
An uneventful 45 min. flight back, and plenty of red-dressed passengers on board. A seat row to myself next to the window, and a 45 min. reverie over the beautiful sunlit landscape and overflying some notable natural landmarks (the Lions peaks that overlook Vancouver BC, Garibaldi Park where I once worked for a summer). All to have me "forget" to read my book that I had arranged in the seatback after take-off. No good practice can go undisrupted in perp-land.
Another evening on this four day visit was a dinner with my farmworker colleague, one who makes that I am an interesting person and how she wants to meet up with me. And to be straight, there is no romantic interest on my part, it is she that pursues me, as it is clear she is connected to Fuckwit Central, and the gig was scripted. The waitress was a total blonde doll by comparison, and it is rare the perps let me have that much observation time with a pretty and personable young woman. I suppose this was the protracted plain-woman (colleague) to gorgeous woman (waitress) comparison outing/test, as normally the perps like to arrange fleeting Unfavored-Favored contrasts among the gangstalker encounters.
What followed was a classic perp stunt; the tanning salon I frequented last year was next door to the restaurant and I wanted some of the scentless tanning intensifier (not a colorant or bronzer). And lo, if they weren't out of it, and I cannot get this online anywhere, or where I now live, Penticton, BC. Having me get skunked, as in not finding/acquiring what I was looking for, is a long time perp arrangement, usually in concert with Fuckwit gangstalkers around me. Though this time, it was my erstwhile farm colleague, and post-dinner time too, and extra challenging moment for the perp's remote energetic reading/analysis on me. That a blonde babe was also at the counter to tell me that a shipment was due this week wasn't a coincidence either, borrowing from the waitresses' look.
A family outing the next afternoon and evening (yesterday), following my daughter's graduation from the local community college. Much pictures in the evening under the trees after dinner in a nearby Thai restaurant with family. And per cue, out came the smart phones, and later the iPad, all in keeping with the perp's preoccupation with proximate individuals to be looking at LED screens. I don't know what the perps derive from this activity, but it has been clear from early on, that they just love to have me looking at CRT or LED displays with personnel/family, or even in proximity in the case of gangstalkers. That my classmates in my 2009 Oracle DBA classes would have the same red covered netbook at their desk, passing it on to other classmates, taking turns with the same netbook from class to class. Can we get more fucking obvious than that, netbook/LED display stalking? A related item was the new Samsung Galaxy Note cell phone I had for a few days before I took it back. It had an OLED display on it. Whatever it is that the perps are pumping through the wires and cell phone aerials needs to be tested on me for differing kinds of glass, LED resolutions, LED type and all the other technical parameters like circuit board color, wire color etc.
And now back at the cramped shared house, I was put onto "shit refugee" status within a half hour of getting back. First I was distracted from unpacking my suitcase by the six week overly long delivery of my cellphone accessories that had been just delivered on the doorstep for my arrival. Soo..., I get to unpack a suitcase and briefcase along with sorting out my laundry and then attending to the new cellphone accessories. After changing into new clothes, the forced "need" to take a crap came on, and so off to the mall to use the shitter there after being burned with a sudden onset of blocked toilets at this shared house. (And one at the vineyard owner's house where I work, which was a total blatant sabotage event for the minimal toilet content). And lo, if there wasn't the coursing dudes, one of whom was the cell phone service attendant I encountered last week. Some of the dudes were assigned concurrent craps, but no toilet blocking. The toilet even flushed by itself afterward, twice. And lo, if my Phillipino (read, brown) women gangstalkers that led me to the washrooms weren't there on my exit, loitering in the nearby food mall.
Then a "need" came on to get a stack of 100g bars of chocolate while there at the nearby LD store, and lo, if one stalking/stocking twit wasn't handling deep brown letter boxes across the aisle in front of me on my way to the chocolate. Then a planted notion to get some cash at the nearby ATM and cash the yellow colored check my mother gave me before I departed in compensation for the expenses I incurred in dealing with fencing, irrigation and wheelbarrow tire projects.
And in keeping with the perp's brown imperative, mixed in with the irrigation research imperative, I see that my perp abetting mother purchased 50' of brown garden hose, still coiled. So we are now entering a new phase of perp research, mixing/integrating their brown color games with thier irrigation supply research, and presumably by extension, its downstream color energetic effects on the plants that consume such supplied water, and too, the food consumed therefrom. Sounds like another ten years of insane abusive and deranged nonconsensual human experimentation is planned out.
The Summer Soltice was today, another perp parameter I have come to find, though I have no idea if it was central to above planning/arrangements.
06-21-2012
First evening after yesterday's flight, and I was jerked out of sleeping mostly, awake at 0300h, up at 0400h. The next door roomie artfully times his getting up earlier to match mine so he is showering while I am using the same water supply to clean dishes (concurrent water use). At least the 10th time this has "happened" in three weeks.
On the vineyard job, I took off my shirt, and then sun went behind high cloud 10 min. later and thereafter for the remainder of the day.
06-22-2012
More vineyard work today, but no tanning due to overcast conditons. Lots of deep mid-grey clouds in the distance, and I suppose this was interesting to the perps, given that I now have and use a mid-grey colored vehicle. On the way home they tailed me with a same mid-grey colored pickup truck towing a white aluminum trailer, and in front of me was a new white Volvo S-60. It only took the Volvo designers 10 years to clean up the look of the rear trunk, tailights and bumper design, and I must say it looks halfway decent. The perps go to great lengths to have me see vehicles with attractive design aesthetics, and after the horrid jelly-bean job they did on Volvos in 2000, they finally got it about right. The perps wanted me to know, as it is rare that I personally encounter new vehicles, being so financially strapped. And the perps know I have a fondness for Volvos, being a near-perfect confluence of design integrity, features, quality and durability IMHO. And too, the perps had me owning Volvos for 20 years in the past, so there must be something in it for them. It is also interesting that they ply me with Saabs in the vehicular gangstalking, a Swedish vehicle manufacturer that might get their steel from the same source as Volvo.
Other games that are going on are having me not use my regular mid-grey handled shaving razor while visiting Victoria, per above. I had my hand on the shaving razor to pack it, but "somehow" it didn't get packed, so I used these wretched white handled BIC razors while there. I survived OK, it is just that arms and body shaving never got done, and I have caught up in the last few days, doing one each morning in conjunction with shaving my face.
Another shaving method variation as also been imposed; normally after my shower I shave by applying a hot face cloth to the area and then proceed to shave in discrete sections (e.g. five passes on my face). Two weeks ago, they had me "discover" that I didn't need to use the face cloth to soften the hairs as I was fresh from the shower. So this big "discovery" has meant that I can speed up shaving and not apply the face cloth in advance of each discrete section that has shaving foam applied. Another adjunct to this was that I can take another short (sub-minute) shower to clean up my shaving hairs and foam all over me instead of using the face cloth, again in iterations to recharge it once it has loaded up. And because I must wait for the slow draining sink after shaving, I can take this second shaving-debris cleaning shower before the sink has finished draining. All this must sound like boring triviality, but in fact, the perps have a huge vested interested in absolutely every aspect of shaving and towelling dry, so this is a SIGNIFICANT advent in them changing this long running routine. Do I care? No; just leave me the fuck alone is all I ask, and it isn't going to happen anytime soon if it took them ten years to get this far.
06-23-2012
A visit to the market in downtown Penticton where they block four blocks off for vendors who set up their stalls. The Fuckwit Crush was out, including the step-in-my-way rude shit by assholes who were looking at me from less that 3' away. I was finally allowed to find a salad mix on the return pass, and lo, within a minute, they didn't pull a rain shower to accompany me for the 10 min. walk back. And too, this fucks me up, as I want to clean up my grease spotted raingear outside, and ironically it is raining, same as two weeks ago. The landlady's dude/boyfriend had to come and walk the driveway while I had the bag of salad in hand, just as his landlady girlfriend had to arrive in the kitchen when I was putting it in the fridge. What a bag of salad mix can do in Perpland.
And I see they wiped out two paragraphs that I had entered this morning in this here blog, and I am just too annoyed to replicate it. Besides, the perps manage mood down to full level control, and so it goes, more of what I have written is deleted by THEM.
More order obstruction and blocking. I am attempting to get a sunshade for my vehicle, and lo, if the Billing-Shipping address mapping doesn't put me into Alaska after typing "British Columbia" in the first list. Then it magically corrects itself when requesting shipping options. Then it screwed me out of having my password entered, so once that it is re-entered I resubmit. And lo, if the the application doesn't blow up and spew a page full of errors. I go back one screen to get to my details (now keyed in twice), and lo, if they didn't time me out after one minute of aforementioned adversity. All this was subsequent to "inadvertent" deletion of my order in the first place, having switched from the always-compromised (partial display) Firefox to running IE in Firefox browser window. Which begs the question, why does this keep happening to me? Because there is a total adversity/coincidence control office which oversees every aspect of what I do. I don't know how any reasonable person can come to any other conclusion after this same kind of abusive and obstructing inanity has been going on for ten fucking years.
Later, my first salad from above market shopping trip that I ate here in Penticton gets extra attention. The landlady was on the wireless phone talking all the time while I was eating it. (I was seated between her 10' away, and the reciever, 5' away, in the path of the EMF signals. Post lunch (salad now in me), she starts up the vacuum cleaning. And have I mentioned how often vacuum cleaning stalking erupts around me since the harassment began. At least 5x/year.
A 1.75 hour long forced nap after lunch, salad now digesting, which is way excessive when they screwed me into an extra two hours sleep last night. I suppose I could chalk this up to the post-salad consumption event.
An afternoon shopping trip, and why is it that so many people wander into my path and then don't make any effort to get out of it? I walk around them and lo, if they haven't turned yet again to walk at me, leading me to make extra effort to get out of their way. And they are uniformily trained to be totally blase/emotionless about it too. I have never met so many rude pedestrians since this abuse began.
Enough rants for the day, though further order obstructions did erupt, as it seems to be the day the assholes want me to put online shopping through, now four different orders on the day when I had been backlogged for months on getting on with them. They had me hold off until I moved in early June, and then kept up the sabotage and harassment plus the cell phone dysfunction games to distract me for a further three weeks. And so it goes, one slow weekend day.
06-24-2012
Another weekend day (Sunday), this time getting up at 0600h, which gave me 7 hours of sleep, more like normal. No one else was up, and I have yet to find out the source of the snoring I heard in the night and this morning. No one on the couch this time, and too loud for it to be from the detached garage where the landlady sleeps.
Just like last Sunday, yoga and then to the tanning salon, and still with this scented pong from the intensifier lotion. The thought of not using it just didn't occur to me.
The yoga class had the heavy breather dude again, he sdroitly getting in front of my view in the side mirror wall. Some people, usually the Unfavored specimens, need to be in my vision much more than others. The one delectable babe was obstructed by a chinless older blonde woman, and so it goes, sprinkle in a few Favoreds, and then plant an Unfavored in front of them.
After tanning, then to engage with the petroleum interest/stungs of the perps, they reminding me that I needed to fill the tank up again, having passed the desired filling station. So on my way back to fill the vehicle, why, a gasoline tanker truck was filling at the Chevron with the old pumps and I was on my way to the one, a quarter mile away at most, that had the familiar pumps. And lo, if the only availible pump was the one where the four in-ground tank filler ports where arranged, me parking over top of them while I filled the vehicle. The prequisite hot-rod muffler noises started up while filling, and then the motorcycle noise was added to the noisescape. The perps made sure two motorcycles were on show, parked at a pump when selecting one to fill at. A three way vehicular clusterfuck when it came time to depart, a vehicle doing back-and-forths in front of me, someone waiting behind me, and two more sitting with their backup lights to get in the way. And so they did, one departing ahead of me and the other departing behind me.
The perps pulled a rainstorm while I was tanning, and so that was my greeting upon exiting the salon and walking to my vehicle. The trip to the gasoline station, while filling the tank, and driving back to my roomie hell was duly rained upon. Even if there was some sun and blue sky, someone likes to arrange rainstorms more than is coincidence for key Fuckover events (e.g. tanning, gasoline filling).
More of the protracted impasse over getting files onto the Android phone's SD card. I see that I am not alone as this generates plenty of web traffic, though none that seems to help me. And too, the perps could be up to their usual cognition abuse games, and have me all over the solution but unable to effect one. This is the stuff of what they like doing best; cognition disruption. After the color coordinated gangstalkers (both ambulatory and vehicular), the dogs and kids they like to put out, the vacuum cleaners, ladders, backpacks, plastic shopping bags, the vagrants, the cell phoners, and other assorted Unfavored Fuckwits, hammering my ability to percieve things comes next. Who knew that abuse could be so subtlely appplied?
Anyhow, I am going to publish this now (06-24-2012, 1420h PDT) and if anything eventful erupts for the remainder of the day, I will append it below.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Walking the Town
02-11-2012
I got to walk about this new-to-me town, Penticton, take the bus to the tanning salon, get tanned, and then walk back. Not as bad as I imagined, though a considerable number of gangstalking vehicle clusters, with the red ones in the middle of a grey-scale colored phalanx; white, silver-grey, mid-grey and black. I suppose this vehicleless state has at least a few more weeks to run. No one has told me how to deal with the practicum in March when I will be working on a remotely sited vineyard somewhere in a 100 mile range. My mother makes out that she didn't need the vehicle all that much, no complaining from her. The ex was the one who was leading the charge, and who eventually came out to retrieve my mother's vehicle. All too curious to me, never mind the fact that my perp-abetting mother reneged on her commitment, though nothing new there.
Other perp exitement today might be over that I shaved my legs last night, and then a torso shave, the first in three days, this morning. They cannot get enough mileage out of using different razors in different places and at different intervals. Typically the torso shave is each day, but I stopped to make more time for exam study. Any alteration in my shaving cycles is such a big deal for the perps. And too, switching to a new razor blade insert is a big deal, always extra harassment and gangstalking over that too. The ambulatory gangstalking scene was muted compared to Victoria, but it just maybe representative of this town where vehicles seem to be the predominant mode of getting about.
More hijinx in the night. the perps woke me up to hear a nearby couple talking in normal tones, my N. neighbors, and every few minutes they pounded the wall and shook the place. Then back to normal talking again. Yelling at at them didn't make any difference, just like always. But as I have been through minor earthquakes since I moved here in early January, I didn't ever think that shaking the building wasn't going to stop. But at 0400h? Absurd. I am also getting zapped at the same instant the poundings occur, so it would seem the perps need more electromagnetic signature/interference from me at this same instant. Lucky me, getting zapped again.
Back to the no response job games; at least 15 vineyards have advertised and I haven't heard from any, save one, who said they hired someone else. First they sent me an email with no message in it, so I replied a day later saying that there was no message. They replied later in the day with the message about hiring someone else and that they passed my name onto another vineyard. Here we go again, these incremental games of even sending an email response with any content. First no message to then have me reply, and then again with the message. And where have I encountered this before? The last blog posting maybe?
Now the perps are ramping up their pounding and fake water-in-pipes running noises as I read of Whitney Houston's unfortunate demise a few hours ago. Now the siren noises are starting up, a big deal for a small town, and thankfully less of them than the last place. What is it about reading about someone's earthly departure that so interests the perps, and who knows, they could of arranged it.
02-12-2012
A shut-in day today (Sunday) all day. I have no idea why they force them on me, but the uncharacteristic imposed fugue is unmistakable. Saw the film, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, a rather irksome film for those who have had their recall deleted for real back in 1956-59. I saw the film in 2004, and didn't like the theme, and got it in a Blu-ray bulk buy two years ago. What the film doesn't go into is that one's subconscious memories are stored in other locations than the mind. And too, mentions "stalking", but not gangstalking, though does portray a white trades van with roof racks sitting outside in the street. And have I seen a lot of them in the past ten years of this insane abuse. Funny how the perps like to drop hints of their practices in films that are classed as fictional. And of course the film doesn't mention the gangstalker and harassment themes that are intended for subconcious memory evocations, in my case covered by the Unfavored and the Favored. If you don't want to read that posting, it covers military, clerical and clinical abusers of the day, and now part of the Unfavored panoply (a wide-ranging and impressive array or display) of Insane Fuckwit Gangstalkers and Abusers I get all day long.
At least four zappings so far today, always with a noise at the exact same moment, and different noises. The putative excuse is that doors are being closed, and it "somehow" creates a vibration as well as the noise and zapping. A three-way Fuckover at the same instant; EMF zapping, noise, and vibrating this suite. Their favorite moment to zap/vibrate/noise me is when they have planted some notion in mind, perhaps for the 20th time in the day, and then all of a sudden my attention is re-directed to this whole body numbing/outrage. This kind of fuckery has increased over the past month or so when I moved in, and in all likelihood will continue until the next residence is arranged, hopefully near whatever work I get.
But as this suite sits on a span over the parking lot and driveway underneath, there is boundless more fuckery in that they like to run vehicles underneath, especially loud mufflered ones. Yep, this town has about the same level of chronic and abundant poorly maintained mufflers as the last town, 10x larger. Either that, or the gurgling hot-rod/performance mufflers they like to run back and forth outside, same as the last town too.
02-13-2012
A Monday, and plenty of jerkarounds to start my day. These are often in the form of extra noise attched to what I do, the ceramic plates clattering long after I pulled one from the stack and it is not contacting anything except my hand. Other "regular" morning hassle is pulling items from my grasp, in particular the myriad crumbs that arrive the instant my back is turned.
Plus, the instructor ragging me much more than he usually does for anyone.
A vehicular rundown attempt at the hightway intersection, a tow truck coming at me, and the two finger salute didn't seem to change this sicko.
Then I was sacked when on the running treadmill at the college gym, they wouldn't let me do one mile this time, they make me physically tired and unable to continue, another never-before behavior they have imposed in the past. The dudes in the ridiculously baggy shorts were clustering around me, herding me to workout stations I wasn't intending to use. This is how it went twice per week from 2007 to 2008 as regular readers will recall. To the perps, a habit or a routine is to be fucked with and messed up, such that it isn't one any more.
Building pounding and vibrational events tonight, at least 15, and most with a simultaneous zapping.
02-14-2012
A field trip day, whole class doing two hours of pruning. Most of us had Felcos, though there were a few others. Mine had been recently sharpened with a diamond hone, and we know how exciting the perps find knife sharpening is.
I wore my two week old plastic safety glasses, ones that go over glasses. No doubt of great interest too, as to what substance I am viewing things through. In this case, plastic Rx lenses, and the polycarbonate plastic safety glasses. Exciting developments indeed, and they only got this far in ten freaking years of this insane relentless abuse.
And I got screwed on my LVT online customer account, rendered unable to update it, a long running hassle they have imposed. Back in 2002 in Seattle when the abuse was on, I would purchase magnets there, online, and have them delivered. Some came with significantly less magnetism than they should of, while others were degaussed later, after I had used them enough for perp purposes. I was assigned a customer account number then.
In 2005 I wanted to order Christmas presents for my daughter from LVT, and I couldn't update my US address to my Canadian one after the perps driving me back and jerking me out of my job in late 2002. I ended up with a new customer number. Since then, at least 5x, I have attempted to update my customer number but the online web app kept crashing or the Save wasn't working. Eventually I gave up, and as LVT had opened a then local store in 2011, and used my mother's customer's number. A few months ago, I ordered online from LVT with an express method where one doesn't need a customer number, and I didn't think anything of it. But I get a catalog in the mail with my old address and a new assigned customer number. I attempt to update my address and yet again, another glitch in online updating, the apparent cause was changing my email address and physical address at the same time, (thanks to ongoing perp fuckery detailed in this blog). After getting screwed around and not making the call for a week, I phoned LVT and got my address updated. But the real question is why is this insane abusive fuckery going on for nearly ten years and why do they keep hammering me over my customer number with LVT with such relentless bone-headed beligerence?
02-15-2012
In viticulture class, the Freak was tapping and rapping, finger flicking, head down on table surface, stank of garlic, departed for the afternoon, likely because he is getting more obnoxious, though discretely. He place a coffee between us. His bag-hat was unsightly enough, a loose toque drawn backwards and containing his even more fugly dreadlocks. But now, the perps have him removing the bag-hat for a half day at a time, and now he flicks his dreads about.
Am I the only one in the class that answers the instructor's questions; another nine classmembers just hanging back for no seeming reason.
Parcel convergence; both at the same delivery day from differing locations/businesses. And "for some reason", there was no one at the motel office at 1300h, the delivery time, so I have to go to the PO and pickup in person. The usual scared shitless store/counter assistant was bugging me about my ID not showing the current address. Then a tail from the street came into the PO, and then out again for a block along my planned route. Brazen gangstalking in this town for some reason.
And too, it was mesh fabric day today, as there was mesh fabric items in both parcels. One mesh item was a carry bag ordered for reasons that only the perps would know, as they made me do it when I had no need for it, and another first, no planted rationalizations this time.
02-16-2012
An unexpected snowfall this morning, some 3" on the ground. No one knew it was coming as it wasn't on the weather forecast. It was a short field trip day, all 11 of us in three vehicles, and driving around to eventually find a lyre trellis system for grape vines. The tour guide wasn't there, so the instructor led a brief explanation. Everyone but me was clustered around him while I was investigating the construction, counting the catch wire pairs and the like. [I didn't hear this, but apparently the Freak asked the class at large if there was any unicorns there, in this orchard. Everyone stopped dead to ponder this, and then the Freak answered his question by saying that "there might of been unicorns there a long time ago]. Can we make the Freak out to be more idiotic than that?
Back in the class room again, the Freak suddenly reaches over and grabs my book to see if he has the pages that I do. Left to my own devices, and not being an mind-controlled slave, they would still be scraping his dreads off the ceiling
A virus invasion my my PC, when I am totally protected by the Microsoft software. oddly, it erupted immediately following an Amazon order, and we know how much the perps like to fuck my existence just before, during and after making a financial transaction, no matter if a coin operated machine, bus fare, and all the way up to writing checks and debit cards at the checkouts.
Workout room gangstalking, aka "herding" me, and planting themselves where I next intended to go.
Same as that gruesome nonstop herding at the Oak Bay Recreation center, 2007 to 2008.
Just as I want to get job applications done tonight after a near two week lull in jobs, and in advance of the weekend, why the essential Job Bank website is unavailable.
02-17-2012
A UPS delivery notice recieved yesterday, and it said the parcel would be availible for customer pickup after 1000h the next day. Next day, I walk to the office at 1600h, and the counter person said it wasn't there, and didn't seem too moved about what a fucking hassle it was. I asked for a phone number for their office and she gives me a UPS 1-800 number. I ask again so I can phone in advance and then she gives a card for their office like I asked in the first place. Why are this fucking jerkarounds going on? An operative-looking criminal was making his exit as I was looking at the exit, and there wasn't any noise of his arrival. I have seen this pose before, full stride, momentarily stopped, head down. So... a 40 minute round trip of walking totally wasted. Not to mention how this intrigue started in the first place; this is a motel and surely someone was at the front desk, as they always answer the bell when I ring it during working hours.
Another rundown attempt at the last intersection on the way back. A red trades van was coming at me while I was on the crosswalk, and the driver didnt seem too moved to either apply his brakes, or that I swore at him and gave him the finger.
More somehow-extra sensory knowledge; we went on a short local field trip that happened to border another vineyard, one at which a class member (JG) applied for a job and had an interview.
The classmate had another interview as far as I knew. As we were driving past the vineyard In the truck, the instructor pointed out to us the vineyard, and said JG had a job there. I asked if JG had done the second interview and he said yes. When back in class, the topic of JG's second interview "happened" to come up, and JG said his second interview was after class. The next day, today, JG said he got the job. Congratulations all round. Like WTF; why did the instructor say prematurely that JG go the job when he hadn't had a second interview? It must be that the whole deal was fixed, and these intrigues are shown to be what they are, pre-scripted events.
At the college workout room; I had a "need" is ask if the access cards could be drilled in the corner, and the attendant with ample cleavage was sitting at a desk while I am standing, and lo, if she didn't have a 4"x3/4" tattoo on her arm. And so while providing an over-long explanation as to where I should take my card and fo me to ask the administration, while also mentioning that one of her colleagues had drilled out a corner for a lanyard, she is waving her arm about and crossing her arm tattoo in front of her cleavage, back and forth. In other words, juxtapositioning her Favored cleavage with an very Unfavored tattoo. Who writes these dumbshit cheescake games?
02-18-2012
A Saturday. and I take the bus, the first one of the day to a mall where I get my Rx filled at the LD store. Two separate dudes were on board, one a "triple browner"; pants, jacket and hat, all differing brown shades. And lo, if the asshole doesn't tail me to locked door, and then down the length of the mall to the LD store, and into the Rx line, and when I am done, he makes conversation at the counter. Blatant tailing for sure, and all the more as most of the mall stores were closed, something the locals would of known, but not this non-local, and one who isn't getting fucked by mind-fuck emanations all the time. And how did they get on the bus in the first place when it was from the depot as the first one of the day, and I was at the first stop on its route?
A tanning session again, once per week now in this vehicle-less state. A seeming discount day, with brown cookies at the table, and a five minute "hold-up" for the one customer ahead of me. And a forced piss while there, in the washroom that is. before tanning. Once again I got ripped off for tanning cream, or are they always that expensive, $45, as I can never find them at the discount drug stores.
On my walk back I retrieved the parcel from UPS, this time they had it. But most strangely, they didn't hit me up for paying duties and taxes, something that the Victoria UPS store did faithfully. No mention of the hassles the day before though. And so, a 20 minute walk with a large brown cardboard box, a prime harassment/jerkaround event, given the perps need to get brown colors around me, not still not allowing the wearing of brown clothing after nearly ten years of this insane abusive tyranny. Inside the box from Sierra Trading Post were the snowboots I ordered, ones I really didn't need, as I was going to get them next year and had put them out of mind until an imposed "need" to score a great deal suddenly and inexplicably came over me.
02-19-2011
A viticulture quiz tomorrow, so I am in deep study mode, I won't post this until late Feb. 20, 2012
A lot of harassment first thing; could it be that I was about to use the "new" gluten-free shampoo and conditioner that has been sitting around for some five months until the old stuff ran out? Or is it that I am using the chia meal for the first time, purchased yesterday? Or was it that I did a leg shave wtih a new razor last night? Exiciting moments in perp-world don't convey rationality by the standards of this victim or anyone else who peeks in on these ongoing atrocities.
Laundry done today; the new face clothes got laundered, and the old one too, now retired. The new ones are a faint blue-grey, so after ten years of insane abuse, the perps are moving up the color ladder, and allowing me to apply a new color to my face, and the rest of me that is usually shaved each day. The room cleaning person took one of the old face clothes "by mistake", thinking that it belonged to this motel when in fact there would be no mistaking the border on the face cloth versus the all-terry cloth and color of the standard motel issue. And I see the room cleaning person has increased their visit frequency from once per two weeks, to each week. Funny how these things change for no apparent reason, save commonality with past perp events.
The essential job website for Canada, Job Bank, has been messed up for three days. I don't know if they are going to make a clunky site into a unusable site, but one would of thought they would keep them running in parallel until the bugs were worked out. Interupting my, and others', routines is also exciting for the perps, especially with respect to work and jobs. They cannot get enough of that theme.
02-20-2012
Exam over, and not too confident of my results. A new imposed behavior has been installed; somehow becoming bored with studying, another never-before behavior. There has never been a time in my life where I studied something to the level of knowing it backwards and sideways, but given that I was still working on learning the material, and then getting bored from it, is a new and imposed behavior. Formerly, not knowing the material was sufficient incentive to keep studying, but now this level of motivation has been taken from me. Woo-ho, lower and dumber seems to be the capability trajectory my sick mind-keepers have prescribed for me.
I got to walk about this new-to-me town, Penticton, take the bus to the tanning salon, get tanned, and then walk back. Not as bad as I imagined, though a considerable number of gangstalking vehicle clusters, with the red ones in the middle of a grey-scale colored phalanx; white, silver-grey, mid-grey and black. I suppose this vehicleless state has at least a few more weeks to run. No one has told me how to deal with the practicum in March when I will be working on a remotely sited vineyard somewhere in a 100 mile range. My mother makes out that she didn't need the vehicle all that much, no complaining from her. The ex was the one who was leading the charge, and who eventually came out to retrieve my mother's vehicle. All too curious to me, never mind the fact that my perp-abetting mother reneged on her commitment, though nothing new there.
Other perp exitement today might be over that I shaved my legs last night, and then a torso shave, the first in three days, this morning. They cannot get enough mileage out of using different razors in different places and at different intervals. Typically the torso shave is each day, but I stopped to make more time for exam study. Any alteration in my shaving cycles is such a big deal for the perps. And too, switching to a new razor blade insert is a big deal, always extra harassment and gangstalking over that too. The ambulatory gangstalking scene was muted compared to Victoria, but it just maybe representative of this town where vehicles seem to be the predominant mode of getting about.
More hijinx in the night. the perps woke me up to hear a nearby couple talking in normal tones, my N. neighbors, and every few minutes they pounded the wall and shook the place. Then back to normal talking again. Yelling at at them didn't make any difference, just like always. But as I have been through minor earthquakes since I moved here in early January, I didn't ever think that shaking the building wasn't going to stop. But at 0400h? Absurd. I am also getting zapped at the same instant the poundings occur, so it would seem the perps need more electromagnetic signature/interference from me at this same instant. Lucky me, getting zapped again.
Back to the no response job games; at least 15 vineyards have advertised and I haven't heard from any, save one, who said they hired someone else. First they sent me an email with no message in it, so I replied a day later saying that there was no message. They replied later in the day with the message about hiring someone else and that they passed my name onto another vineyard. Here we go again, these incremental games of even sending an email response with any content. First no message to then have me reply, and then again with the message. And where have I encountered this before? The last blog posting maybe?
Now the perps are ramping up their pounding and fake water-in-pipes running noises as I read of Whitney Houston's unfortunate demise a few hours ago. Now the siren noises are starting up, a big deal for a small town, and thankfully less of them than the last place. What is it about reading about someone's earthly departure that so interests the perps, and who knows, they could of arranged it.
02-12-2012
A shut-in day today (Sunday) all day. I have no idea why they force them on me, but the uncharacteristic imposed fugue is unmistakable. Saw the film, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, a rather irksome film for those who have had their recall deleted for real back in 1956-59. I saw the film in 2004, and didn't like the theme, and got it in a Blu-ray bulk buy two years ago. What the film doesn't go into is that one's subconscious memories are stored in other locations than the mind. And too, mentions "stalking", but not gangstalking, though does portray a white trades van with roof racks sitting outside in the street. And have I seen a lot of them in the past ten years of this insane abuse. Funny how the perps like to drop hints of their practices in films that are classed as fictional. And of course the film doesn't mention the gangstalker and harassment themes that are intended for subconcious memory evocations, in my case covered by the Unfavored and the Favored. If you don't want to read that posting, it covers military, clerical and clinical abusers of the day, and now part of the Unfavored panoply (a wide-ranging and impressive array or display) of Insane Fuckwit Gangstalkers and Abusers I get all day long.
At least four zappings so far today, always with a noise at the exact same moment, and different noises. The putative excuse is that doors are being closed, and it "somehow" creates a vibration as well as the noise and zapping. A three-way Fuckover at the same instant; EMF zapping, noise, and vibrating this suite. Their favorite moment to zap/vibrate/noise me is when they have planted some notion in mind, perhaps for the 20th time in the day, and then all of a sudden my attention is re-directed to this whole body numbing/outrage. This kind of fuckery has increased over the past month or so when I moved in, and in all likelihood will continue until the next residence is arranged, hopefully near whatever work I get.
But as this suite sits on a span over the parking lot and driveway underneath, there is boundless more fuckery in that they like to run vehicles underneath, especially loud mufflered ones. Yep, this town has about the same level of chronic and abundant poorly maintained mufflers as the last town, 10x larger. Either that, or the gurgling hot-rod/performance mufflers they like to run back and forth outside, same as the last town too.
02-13-2012
A Monday, and plenty of jerkarounds to start my day. These are often in the form of extra noise attched to what I do, the ceramic plates clattering long after I pulled one from the stack and it is not contacting anything except my hand. Other "regular" morning hassle is pulling items from my grasp, in particular the myriad crumbs that arrive the instant my back is turned.
Plus, the instructor ragging me much more than he usually does for anyone.
A vehicular rundown attempt at the hightway intersection, a tow truck coming at me, and the two finger salute didn't seem to change this sicko.
Then I was sacked when on the running treadmill at the college gym, they wouldn't let me do one mile this time, they make me physically tired and unable to continue, another never-before behavior they have imposed in the past. The dudes in the ridiculously baggy shorts were clustering around me, herding me to workout stations I wasn't intending to use. This is how it went twice per week from 2007 to 2008 as regular readers will recall. To the perps, a habit or a routine is to be fucked with and messed up, such that it isn't one any more.
Building pounding and vibrational events tonight, at least 15, and most with a simultaneous zapping.
02-14-2012
A field trip day, whole class doing two hours of pruning. Most of us had Felcos, though there were a few others. Mine had been recently sharpened with a diamond hone, and we know how exciting the perps find knife sharpening is.
I wore my two week old plastic safety glasses, ones that go over glasses. No doubt of great interest too, as to what substance I am viewing things through. In this case, plastic Rx lenses, and the polycarbonate plastic safety glasses. Exciting developments indeed, and they only got this far in ten freaking years of this insane relentless abuse.
And I got screwed on my LVT online customer account, rendered unable to update it, a long running hassle they have imposed. Back in 2002 in Seattle when the abuse was on, I would purchase magnets there, online, and have them delivered. Some came with significantly less magnetism than they should of, while others were degaussed later, after I had used them enough for perp purposes. I was assigned a customer account number then.
In 2005 I wanted to order Christmas presents for my daughter from LVT, and I couldn't update my US address to my Canadian one after the perps driving me back and jerking me out of my job in late 2002. I ended up with a new customer number. Since then, at least 5x, I have attempted to update my customer number but the online web app kept crashing or the Save wasn't working. Eventually I gave up, and as LVT had opened a then local store in 2011, and used my mother's customer's number. A few months ago, I ordered online from LVT with an express method where one doesn't need a customer number, and I didn't think anything of it. But I get a catalog in the mail with my old address and a new assigned customer number. I attempt to update my address and yet again, another glitch in online updating, the apparent cause was changing my email address and physical address at the same time, (thanks to ongoing perp fuckery detailed in this blog). After getting screwed around and not making the call for a week, I phoned LVT and got my address updated. But the real question is why is this insane abusive fuckery going on for nearly ten years and why do they keep hammering me over my customer number with LVT with such relentless bone-headed beligerence?
02-15-2012
In viticulture class, the Freak was tapping and rapping, finger flicking, head down on table surface, stank of garlic, departed for the afternoon, likely because he is getting more obnoxious, though discretely. He place a coffee between us. His bag-hat was unsightly enough, a loose toque drawn backwards and containing his even more fugly dreadlocks. But now, the perps have him removing the bag-hat for a half day at a time, and now he flicks his dreads about.
Am I the only one in the class that answers the instructor's questions; another nine classmembers just hanging back for no seeming reason.
Parcel convergence; both at the same delivery day from differing locations/businesses. And "for some reason", there was no one at the motel office at 1300h, the delivery time, so I have to go to the PO and pickup in person. The usual scared shitless store/counter assistant was bugging me about my ID not showing the current address. Then a tail from the street came into the PO, and then out again for a block along my planned route. Brazen gangstalking in this town for some reason.
And too, it was mesh fabric day today, as there was mesh fabric items in both parcels. One mesh item was a carry bag ordered for reasons that only the perps would know, as they made me do it when I had no need for it, and another first, no planted rationalizations this time.
02-16-2012
An unexpected snowfall this morning, some 3" on the ground. No one knew it was coming as it wasn't on the weather forecast. It was a short field trip day, all 11 of us in three vehicles, and driving around to eventually find a lyre trellis system for grape vines. The tour guide wasn't there, so the instructor led a brief explanation. Everyone but me was clustered around him while I was investigating the construction, counting the catch wire pairs and the like. [I didn't hear this, but apparently the Freak asked the class at large if there was any unicorns there, in this orchard. Everyone stopped dead to ponder this, and then the Freak answered his question by saying that "there might of been unicorns there a long time ago]. Can we make the Freak out to be more idiotic than that?
Back in the class room again, the Freak suddenly reaches over and grabs my book to see if he has the pages that I do. Left to my own devices, and not being an mind-controlled slave, they would still be scraping his dreads off the ceiling
A virus invasion my my PC, when I am totally protected by the Microsoft software. oddly, it erupted immediately following an Amazon order, and we know how much the perps like to fuck my existence just before, during and after making a financial transaction, no matter if a coin operated machine, bus fare, and all the way up to writing checks and debit cards at the checkouts.
Workout room gangstalking, aka "herding" me, and planting themselves where I next intended to go.
Same as that gruesome nonstop herding at the Oak Bay Recreation center, 2007 to 2008.
Just as I want to get job applications done tonight after a near two week lull in jobs, and in advance of the weekend, why the essential Job Bank website is unavailable.
02-17-2012
A UPS delivery notice recieved yesterday, and it said the parcel would be availible for customer pickup after 1000h the next day. Next day, I walk to the office at 1600h, and the counter person said it wasn't there, and didn't seem too moved about what a fucking hassle it was. I asked for a phone number for their office and she gives me a UPS 1-800 number. I ask again so I can phone in advance and then she gives a card for their office like I asked in the first place. Why are this fucking jerkarounds going on? An operative-looking criminal was making his exit as I was looking at the exit, and there wasn't any noise of his arrival. I have seen this pose before, full stride, momentarily stopped, head down. So... a 40 minute round trip of walking totally wasted. Not to mention how this intrigue started in the first place; this is a motel and surely someone was at the front desk, as they always answer the bell when I ring it during working hours.
Another rundown attempt at the last intersection on the way back. A red trades van was coming at me while I was on the crosswalk, and the driver didnt seem too moved to either apply his brakes, or that I swore at him and gave him the finger.
More somehow-extra sensory knowledge; we went on a short local field trip that happened to border another vineyard, one at which a class member (JG) applied for a job and had an interview.
The classmate had another interview as far as I knew. As we were driving past the vineyard In the truck, the instructor pointed out to us the vineyard, and said JG had a job there. I asked if JG had done the second interview and he said yes. When back in class, the topic of JG's second interview "happened" to come up, and JG said his second interview was after class. The next day, today, JG said he got the job. Congratulations all round. Like WTF; why did the instructor say prematurely that JG go the job when he hadn't had a second interview? It must be that the whole deal was fixed, and these intrigues are shown to be what they are, pre-scripted events.
At the college workout room; I had a "need" is ask if the access cards could be drilled in the corner, and the attendant with ample cleavage was sitting at a desk while I am standing, and lo, if she didn't have a 4"x3/4" tattoo on her arm. And so while providing an over-long explanation as to where I should take my card and fo me to ask the administration, while also mentioning that one of her colleagues had drilled out a corner for a lanyard, she is waving her arm about and crossing her arm tattoo in front of her cleavage, back and forth. In other words, juxtapositioning her Favored cleavage with an very Unfavored tattoo. Who writes these dumbshit cheescake games?
02-18-2012
A Saturday. and I take the bus, the first one of the day to a mall where I get my Rx filled at the LD store. Two separate dudes were on board, one a "triple browner"; pants, jacket and hat, all differing brown shades. And lo, if the asshole doesn't tail me to locked door, and then down the length of the mall to the LD store, and into the Rx line, and when I am done, he makes conversation at the counter. Blatant tailing for sure, and all the more as most of the mall stores were closed, something the locals would of known, but not this non-local, and one who isn't getting fucked by mind-fuck emanations all the time. And how did they get on the bus in the first place when it was from the depot as the first one of the day, and I was at the first stop on its route?
A tanning session again, once per week now in this vehicle-less state. A seeming discount day, with brown cookies at the table, and a five minute "hold-up" for the one customer ahead of me. And a forced piss while there, in the washroom that is. before tanning. Once again I got ripped off for tanning cream, or are they always that expensive, $45, as I can never find them at the discount drug stores.
On my walk back I retrieved the parcel from UPS, this time they had it. But most strangely, they didn't hit me up for paying duties and taxes, something that the Victoria UPS store did faithfully. No mention of the hassles the day before though. And so, a 20 minute walk with a large brown cardboard box, a prime harassment/jerkaround event, given the perps need to get brown colors around me, not still not allowing the wearing of brown clothing after nearly ten years of this insane abusive tyranny. Inside the box from Sierra Trading Post were the snowboots I ordered, ones I really didn't need, as I was going to get them next year and had put them out of mind until an imposed "need" to score a great deal suddenly and inexplicably came over me.
02-19-2011
A viticulture quiz tomorrow, so I am in deep study mode, I won't post this until late Feb. 20, 2012
A lot of harassment first thing; could it be that I was about to use the "new" gluten-free shampoo and conditioner that has been sitting around for some five months until the old stuff ran out? Or is it that I am using the chia meal for the first time, purchased yesterday? Or was it that I did a leg shave wtih a new razor last night? Exiciting moments in perp-world don't convey rationality by the standards of this victim or anyone else who peeks in on these ongoing atrocities.
Laundry done today; the new face clothes got laundered, and the old one too, now retired. The new ones are a faint blue-grey, so after ten years of insane abuse, the perps are moving up the color ladder, and allowing me to apply a new color to my face, and the rest of me that is usually shaved each day. The room cleaning person took one of the old face clothes "by mistake", thinking that it belonged to this motel when in fact there would be no mistaking the border on the face cloth versus the all-terry cloth and color of the standard motel issue. And I see the room cleaning person has increased their visit frequency from once per two weeks, to each week. Funny how these things change for no apparent reason, save commonality with past perp events.
The essential job website for Canada, Job Bank, has been messed up for three days. I don't know if they are going to make a clunky site into a unusable site, but one would of thought they would keep them running in parallel until the bugs were worked out. Interupting my, and others', routines is also exciting for the perps, especially with respect to work and jobs. They cannot get enough of that theme.
02-20-2012
Exam over, and not too confident of my results. A new imposed behavior has been installed; somehow becoming bored with studying, another never-before behavior. There has never been a time in my life where I studied something to the level of knowing it backwards and sideways, but given that I was still working on learning the material, and then getting bored from it, is a new and imposed behavior. Formerly, not knowing the material was sufficient incentive to keep studying, but now this level of motivation has been taken from me. Woo-ho, lower and dumber seems to be the capability trajectory my sick mind-keepers have prescribed for me.
Sunday, December 04, 2011
Cue Noise, then have victim find out his document wasn't saved
12-04-2011, 1045h
That was last night, when 1.5 hours worth of tweaking an email about my SDD upgrade was saved in Yahoo, and when I went back to the Saved as Drafts, why, only part of it was there, the rest didn't save. And my annoyance was extreme as I have had this done to me before, but what was unusual was the pre-harassment noise run up, the fake water in pipes noise from the vacant N. neighbor wall, and to then catch me when I discovered the jerkaround and when screaming infuriated by it.
A very restless night as the first time on the black cot with a white sheet under me and a blue duvet cover on top. And of course the sheets move on me, somehow slipping sideways in the night, even if there was an extra 12" of hanging sheet either side. It was like sleeping on a board, the fabric was so stiff and taut, even if the perp abetting donor claimed they slept on it comfortably for months.
And as I am working for this month at a forest tre nursery, the blog frequency will be down to once a week again, much like the last working spell on the farm.
And what a week it has been, starting the job and going flat-out for 8 hours and finishing at midnight, then sleeping in to 1100h some days, depending on the disruption regimen. That is to say, it has been a week of maximum disruptions and jerkarounds, both on the job and all times. Even more negro gangstalking activity with the one negro woman I met while doing farmwork in 2008, "happening' to be there, and then "happening" to loose her ride, so me "happening" to give her a ride home for three days this past week. But someone else is going to give her a ride for the rest of the work session.
And a crew of 35 or so is putting plug stock seedlings into boxes, first after grading them on the conveyor, stacking them in neat pyramids of 10 (row of 4, then 3, 2, 1) which are conveyed to the wrapping person, having a 6" diameter of shrink wrap some 8" wide, and rolling the stacked bunch of trees together and then putting them on a turntable to then have them packed into boxes by another person. There are box making jobs as well, and we rotate stations every 1.5 hours or so. All manner of perp abetting setups there of course; heated pads and bar to press or cut the shrink wrap, the tree seedlings themselves of course, the 8' diamter 20rpm turntable 6" behind my butt when wrapping, the brown boxes with lighter brown inserted bags to contain moisture, the soil spillings down my front and on it goes.
The crew is a motley assortment of native Indians, one aforementioned negro woman and a few Asians and a half dozen Caucasians in the mix. I am given the social leper treatment for no apparent reason, nothing unusual about that given the current train of abuse that is so consistent as it is relentless. Though, every so often one breaks the mold and becomes friendly for a while, the negro woman being the first. Though she was avoidant for a day, then chatty to then be bitchy for no reason, especially when she should of been in supplication mode for a ride back into downtown at the midnight shift end . I get the usual pattern of sudden dead-stop conversations, where it seems they want to get me to a certain point and then they cease, even in a three-way conversation. I also get plenty of the stand-next-to-me-for-absolutely-no-reason stalkings, not to mention even more curious back-and-forths where a Fuckwit co-worker goes past for no seeming reason, putzes on something way outside their station, and then comes back. There is the tell-me-half-the-job-but-let-me-find-out-the-rest-while-on-the-job games, coming from the forewoman, business manager and those who should know better. Why they do this I have no idea. Then on the first full shift on Monday, the business owner gangstalking, the German man in his 60's in his black ski pants was back-and-forthing, putzing around and even giving me some helpful training tips on wrapping the seedling bundles. Then he hasn't come back, in keeping with another gangstalking flavor, having the business owner come out for a victim tour. Some of the big fat native Indian males have taken to pounding the conveyor belt in some kind of drumming fashion, obviously arranged so that they aren't busy while I am. The walk-straight-at-me games are also scripted, as are the hoodie-hang-abouts in the dark at the garage door entrances. I go to the lunch room to keep warm, but at least half the crew strangely stands around for their two half hour breaks we have in out eight hour shifts.
Other Unfavored freak demographics have been the large gutted males, overweight native Indians, a Caucasian skinhead, the army combat fatigues, male ponytails, redcoats and red hoodies, and a few others. And only one Favored demographic person, a 30-ish female on the permanent staff in jet black hair to her shoulders, looking very trim even if also wearing combat fatigues colored pants, and being as dishy as a freckle faced woman can be. She likes, or more like, is assigned to loiter around me sometimes for seeming unneeded reasons, and also is arranged to be in my line of view more often than would be expectable. Not to mention cruising in close behind me at the end of the conveyor, and artfully being exactly in the way at the exact moment I turned to place three bunches of seedling onto the turntable. All to get in close, and then surprise me for whatever reason the perps have.
Other games this week have been to have me do a first-time ever back to back legs shave followed by a face and torso shave. The perps have always had me do these separately, the legs shave being once per week in the late evening with a Wilkinson triple razor, and the face and torso together each day with the Gillette twin razor. But as I am effectively staying at my perp-abetting mother's as part of the evening time vehicle borrowing arrangement, I don't do a full torso shave when there. If I get up early, I will get the bus and do a full torso shave at my place. All manner of combinations of shave areas, razor blade selection and location of shaving are being exercised by the perps, along with now using a long-stored razor handle. It is all too exciting for them, these arrangements to have me shave in differing combinations, permutations and locations and differing shaving foam. That I sold my bed to facilitate moving also added to this week's games, as the above mentioned sleeping arrangements have also added to the disruption games. Regular readers will know that the perps put no end of effort to mess with my bedding, its colors, its laundering and whatever residual color/energy effects they seem to be looking for by remote means.
And more hacking of my email account, even after I changed my password which is rated as "strong". the Gmail anti-spam thing continues as the reason/obstruction in attempting to create a new account, and switching to Yahoo dot ca is also fraught with uncertainty. No one is making it easy, that is for sure.
1300h
More clunking from overhead while eating lunch. This clunking started up here about 6 months ago, and is identical to the garbage chute noises of the place I had, 2006 to 2007. This apartment is well away from the garbage chute noieses of this building, and I haven't heard anything in the prior 3.5 years. All of a sudden the noise starts up as if it were from the long ago building. I am going to call this blog done for the week, and will attempt another then. though I will be driving to Penticton to look at accomodation.
That was last night, when 1.5 hours worth of tweaking an email about my SDD upgrade was saved in Yahoo, and when I went back to the Saved as Drafts, why, only part of it was there, the rest didn't save. And my annoyance was extreme as I have had this done to me before, but what was unusual was the pre-harassment noise run up, the fake water in pipes noise from the vacant N. neighbor wall, and to then catch me when I discovered the jerkaround and when screaming infuriated by it.
A very restless night as the first time on the black cot with a white sheet under me and a blue duvet cover on top. And of course the sheets move on me, somehow slipping sideways in the night, even if there was an extra 12" of hanging sheet either side. It was like sleeping on a board, the fabric was so stiff and taut, even if the perp abetting donor claimed they slept on it comfortably for months.
And as I am working for this month at a forest tre nursery, the blog frequency will be down to once a week again, much like the last working spell on the farm.
And what a week it has been, starting the job and going flat-out for 8 hours and finishing at midnight, then sleeping in to 1100h some days, depending on the disruption regimen. That is to say, it has been a week of maximum disruptions and jerkarounds, both on the job and all times. Even more negro gangstalking activity with the one negro woman I met while doing farmwork in 2008, "happening' to be there, and then "happening" to loose her ride, so me "happening" to give her a ride home for three days this past week. But someone else is going to give her a ride for the rest of the work session.
And a crew of 35 or so is putting plug stock seedlings into boxes, first after grading them on the conveyor, stacking them in neat pyramids of 10 (row of 4, then 3, 2, 1) which are conveyed to the wrapping person, having a 6" diameter of shrink wrap some 8" wide, and rolling the stacked bunch of trees together and then putting them on a turntable to then have them packed into boxes by another person. There are box making jobs as well, and we rotate stations every 1.5 hours or so. All manner of perp abetting setups there of course; heated pads and bar to press or cut the shrink wrap, the tree seedlings themselves of course, the 8' diamter 20rpm turntable 6" behind my butt when wrapping, the brown boxes with lighter brown inserted bags to contain moisture, the soil spillings down my front and on it goes.
The crew is a motley assortment of native Indians, one aforementioned negro woman and a few Asians and a half dozen Caucasians in the mix. I am given the social leper treatment for no apparent reason, nothing unusual about that given the current train of abuse that is so consistent as it is relentless. Though, every so often one breaks the mold and becomes friendly for a while, the negro woman being the first. Though she was avoidant for a day, then chatty to then be bitchy for no reason, especially when she should of been in supplication mode for a ride back into downtown at the midnight shift end . I get the usual pattern of sudden dead-stop conversations, where it seems they want to get me to a certain point and then they cease, even in a three-way conversation. I also get plenty of the stand-next-to-me-for-absolutely-no-reason stalkings, not to mention even more curious back-and-forths where a Fuckwit co-worker goes past for no seeming reason, putzes on something way outside their station, and then comes back. There is the tell-me-half-the-job-but-let-me-find-out-the-rest-while-on-the-job games, coming from the forewoman, business manager and those who should know better. Why they do this I have no idea. Then on the first full shift on Monday, the business owner gangstalking, the German man in his 60's in his black ski pants was back-and-forthing, putzing around and even giving me some helpful training tips on wrapping the seedling bundles. Then he hasn't come back, in keeping with another gangstalking flavor, having the business owner come out for a victim tour. Some of the big fat native Indian males have taken to pounding the conveyor belt in some kind of drumming fashion, obviously arranged so that they aren't busy while I am. The walk-straight-at-me games are also scripted, as are the hoodie-hang-abouts in the dark at the garage door entrances. I go to the lunch room to keep warm, but at least half the crew strangely stands around for their two half hour breaks we have in out eight hour shifts.
Other Unfavored freak demographics have been the large gutted males, overweight native Indians, a Caucasian skinhead, the army combat fatigues, male ponytails, redcoats and red hoodies, and a few others. And only one Favored demographic person, a 30-ish female on the permanent staff in jet black hair to her shoulders, looking very trim even if also wearing combat fatigues colored pants, and being as dishy as a freckle faced woman can be. She likes, or more like, is assigned to loiter around me sometimes for seeming unneeded reasons, and also is arranged to be in my line of view more often than would be expectable. Not to mention cruising in close behind me at the end of the conveyor, and artfully being exactly in the way at the exact moment I turned to place three bunches of seedling onto the turntable. All to get in close, and then surprise me for whatever reason the perps have.
Other games this week have been to have me do a first-time ever back to back legs shave followed by a face and torso shave. The perps have always had me do these separately, the legs shave being once per week in the late evening with a Wilkinson triple razor, and the face and torso together each day with the Gillette twin razor. But as I am effectively staying at my perp-abetting mother's as part of the evening time vehicle borrowing arrangement, I don't do a full torso shave when there. If I get up early, I will get the bus and do a full torso shave at my place. All manner of combinations of shave areas, razor blade selection and location of shaving are being exercised by the perps, along with now using a long-stored razor handle. It is all too exciting for them, these arrangements to have me shave in differing combinations, permutations and locations and differing shaving foam. That I sold my bed to facilitate moving also added to this week's games, as the above mentioned sleeping arrangements have also added to the disruption games. Regular readers will know that the perps put no end of effort to mess with my bedding, its colors, its laundering and whatever residual color/energy effects they seem to be looking for by remote means.
And more hacking of my email account, even after I changed my password which is rated as "strong". the Gmail anti-spam thing continues as the reason/obstruction in attempting to create a new account, and switching to Yahoo dot ca is also fraught with uncertainty. No one is making it easy, that is for sure.
1300h
More clunking from overhead while eating lunch. This clunking started up here about 6 months ago, and is identical to the garbage chute noises of the place I had, 2006 to 2007. This apartment is well away from the garbage chute noieses of this building, and I haven't heard anything in the prior 3.5 years. All of a sudden the noise starts up as if it were from the long ago building. I am going to call this blog done for the week, and will attempt another then. though I will be driving to Penticton to look at accomodation.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Getting Oranged
10-18-2011
We were putting two tons of carrots through the conveyor that feeds off the truck and then the boss interupted carrot washing to go pumpkin picking. What can I assume is "orange referencing"; having me see and handle two crops that have orange colored vegetable matter. Later in the day, I got to "experience" the carrots as dug up by the implement that the tractor tows with a conveyor to take the topped carrots to an accompanying 5 tonne truck. No riding the machine for me though, I was the one walking behind the carrot digging machine to pick up the ones it missed.
10-19-2011
And carrot bagging (packaging) is a big job this month, not having worked this farm in October. It takes place in the unheated warehouse and there is a 12' conveyor that runs on demand and intermittently, with the carrots loaded from a bin that is set on the hydraulic tipper by a forklift. Typically, a large flood of carrots is dropped onto the conveyor from the bin, the conveyor is run to distribute the carrots full conveyor length, and then stopped. Then personnel on one side feed the four scales with selected carrots, loading a tipping scale tray that can take up to 5lb of carrots. Another person is placed oppositely and next to the scale and when the scale needle reaches center, he tips the scale tray contents into a plastic packaging bag. There is an art to it so carrots don't fly off the tray if it is tipped too fast, and also, if too slow, then the carrots will more likely criss-cross in the bag. And too, the carrots are straightened out by rolling the bag on an adjacent table surface. In other words, lots of poly plastic bag handling, as they come from the packaging suppliers in boxes of 1,000. And yes, I get more co-workers getting close to me or making more noise or talking more whenever I am recharging the plastic bags as I extract them from the box.
Then outside later to do a re-wash of packaged potatoes, returned from customers apparently. But as the perps are totally beserk over anything that comes from a brown cardboard box, this is primetime for "browning around" as I call their insane obsession over this color. So, in other words, they get to study the potatoes going through the conveyor and washing for a second time, and then get re-packaged into the re-used cardboard boxes. Some runs are very rot prone, and some aren't. In the former case they have me extracting the rotten ones from the conveyor which are then tossed into an adjacent bin. When there are few rotten potatoes, they have me ferry the emptied boxes from outside where the conveyor feed is, to inside where the final inspection, grading and boxing takes place. All that inside-outside brown box handling is just perp heaven for their insane fuckery games.
10-20-2011
Carrot bagging most of the day, with a half hour outside session to grade potatoes being re-washed.
Then around 1630h, we go out to get 17 bins of pumpkins, many were rotten, and it does seem to be an (arranged) problem, as they didn't pick them soon enough and the stem rot got inside the pumpkin even though it looks OK. Same thing "happened" at another farm two years ago, a seeming purposeful too-late pumpkin harvest, and we had to go back in the cooler and take out the rotten ones. But as the perps do love to arrange rotting fruit and vegetables, which is likely related to their insane interest over composting, now about to enter its fourth year of my direct involvement, starting with the raked-up leaves at the First Feral Family house. And I even get extra noisestalking while handling the rotten pumpkins, which suggests the entire process of decomposition of any live organic matter is of intense interest to them. And don't get me started as to what it might mean, as I am looking to my readership for some suggestions.
And what is it about mid-blue air compressors being arranged around me? The 5' long x 2' wide shop compressor was pulled outside of the workshop for a few days in the sunshine and arranged to be around me having lunch on a nearby pallet stack.
And what is it about the boss on the re-wash potato conveyor feed, who makes sure he is extra careless and waves the cardboard box that they were in, making an extra flourish to get the box closer to me on the opposite side of the conveyor? I took another cardboard box in the face the week before, the supervisor not looking at where she threw the just-assembled box, readied for a potato washing run.
And the props mechanic, had his 8 y,o, boy at work all day, and not only was the kid doing his gangstalking thing, but "found" this ridiculous tricycle that has been hanging around at the farm for some unknown reason for the past two weeks, and rode it around the warehouse for an hour or more. Not only is the forklift zinging around, but so are the motorized pallet jacks. Like WTF; why would a parent place their child in apparent unsupervised danger while also making the kid look like a total retard, as he was way too big for it. Like I contend, the whole scene is scripted, and there was no danger as it was choreographed to ensure he didn't get a fork from the forklift in the chops while loitering around on this absurd tricycle. This was the same kid that came to hang around me wearing an orange sports jersey the previous week for no reason whatsoever, looking like some vacant retard. When I saw the kid with his dad in the tractor some 20 min. later, no orange jersey on him.
10-21-2011
A mid-day start after doing some phoning from home, researching the value of taking vineyard laborer training, my possible 2012 activity for three months. A 1300h start at the farm, first bagging carrots, then a sit-around as no one knew what to do. Then a short (less than 30 min.) re-wash one pallet of potatoes.
Then it was to be pumpkin washing, but no, it was pumpkin picking.
Then fence repair job, where every one seemed to know what the job was, and I tagged along as no one told me. (No such thing as crew briefing sessions at the farm, all hearsay like instruction). Pliers came from nowhere for everyone but me. A roll of fence wire had to be found, then cut in half down its length, and it was erected above the existing fence wire, as some members of the visiting public to the Halloween exibits decided to do a little vandalism on the side.
I was working with the Mexicans as dusk came on, and just as we finished, lo, if two vehicles with headlights on, didn't arrive, and of all persons, it was the E. Indian tractor driver from the other farm I worked at in the past four years "showed up" and said hello. I was fucked into being totally dumbfounded and only said "hello" in return. Like WTF; he has nothing to do with this farm, works at least five miles away, had nothing to do with me while I was there (except steal my raingear and wear it a few days later), and here he "happens" to arrive at this very obscure location just as I finish up on a job. And have I mentioned how crazed the perps are when I finish a task, putting on noises, and disrupting events, often forcing re-work as something was "forgotten" and the notion of completion was premature? Many tens of times.
There were also some E. Indian visitors earlier in the day, the supervisor's daughter and niece. So I suppose the perps were attempting to get some kind of E. Indian skin color referencing or something, and wanted a "victim tour" by another known E. Indian from another farm in dusk onset conditons. Very bizarre this person "showing up" at this time when he would of finished a day's work at the other farm. [Later, I asked the boss about this, and he didn't say why the other farm's tractor driver "happened" to arrive at his farm in an obscure non=public location].
10-22-2011, Saturday
Post Friday night farm visitations to the scary haunted house exhibit they have. First farm job was
garbage pickup in the rain, wearing my new breathable Bluestorm Latitude 38 rainpaints. I cannot say if the "breathable" part was working, as the perps wetted my chest anyways. The perps got me obsessed over the garbage, and picking up some very small pieces that I would of ordinarily left behind.
It was to be parking duty for the public events, but as the rain was off and on, there weren't many visitors. So.. back to carrot bagging, carrot washing (the load that sat on the truck for two days, in mid job), and then clean up.
Orange color games that were most noticable were the farmer's grandkids roaring around in an orange colored dune buggy, hanging around me for no reason, circling me, or doing 180 degree U turns in front of me. Earlier, they were also heavy on ambulatory gangstalking while I was picking up garbage, and seemed to have an unerring knack for "showing up" when I was walking between venues.
Another Orange Event was packing one corner of a 10'x10' orange colored square canopy
with three other males, two Mexicans and one Asian. It was packed some 500' or so to the orange pumpkin patch where there is a public pick.
10-23-2011, Sunday
The weekly leg shave last night, getting delayed until it was midnight; the possibility of a new PC case beckons, and that kept me busy online. Three things I want in a PC case; air filtration so no dust buildup on fans, quiet, and a handle on top as these things are heavy. The latter feature has never been on PC cases, save for one recent example, and will likely involve getting someone to modify the case. But as PC cases aren't cheap by the time I pay someone to re-build it and add in the 256Gb SSD I recently acquired, it just may not happen. Such are the machinations of my tormentors, building up a "need", sometimes for three or more years, and then poof, it cannot be done. And of course, the "need" will re-surface later, all to continue this litany of coveting they like to plant on me.
Other items can be purchased on a whim though, no research or coveting, and while not always true, can be useful items I use every day.
A busy day at the farm with over 3,500 visitors, and I was on parking duty, directing vehicles and sorting out vehicular cluster fucks as the tractor pulled wagons, aka hayrides" were also part of the event. And with my newly shaved legs (under my long pants) and all those steel vehicles passing me by at close quarters, it was likely a huge perp event. As were all the dudes wearing baggy shorts at this time of year, not to mention the litany of male Unfavoreds/freaks/gangstalker themes; the gut strut, the skinheads and the waddlers.
Other farm visitors to fit the Unfavored demographic profile were the negroes, a father screaming at his child, and the ridiculous wheelchair act. They drop off this person in a wheelchair some 500' from the main activities, at the pumpkin picking field. Then he wheels back to the way he came to the events tent for a few hours. Then he comes back, seeming by himself and parks himself and wheelchair in the path of the tractor pulling the hayride and I warn him. So then he moves to the other side of the road and nearly impedes an outgoing hayride, it passing by within one foot. And given the 15 min. of this loiter time, I reckon is was yet again, another perp prop/gangstalking theme of placing wheelchairs and their occupants around me. And have I not complained of excessive numbers of wheelchairs as part of the gangstalking for the last 9 years? Many times, and if I cannot stand the sight of wheelchairs, I don't see why it is anyone's business by my own. And why does this theme repeat, as one of many, as part of this insane reign of abuse I am subjected to by this covert army of psychopathic assholes.
Before going to the farm, a former co-worker came by to have coffee out, so not only did I have extra brown liquid in me, but I also had an extra dark brown pastry. As always, in public locations, the swarm starts up and got to be near crush conditions at times, some of the gangstalkers wearing dark brown clothes. And lo, if they didn't put a fugly negro woman who was back and forthing from inside to outside and then intersperse her visage with some blonde babes. Always this game of putting on the babes (a Favored demographic group and unlikely to have subconscious traumatization associations for the three years they wiped my memory when aged 2 to 5) to mix with the Unfavoreds.
This former co-worker with whom I remain in contact, her contacting me more than the other way around, is the same one who was working at the farm last year, and then followed me to the second farm I worked. Now she is taking horticultural training. I sometimes wonder if she isn't a morphover of someone else I know who was rather large back in my Seattle days of 1999 to 2002. There is just too many oddities that fit the perp harassment themes; married now getting a divorce, no children, psoriasis skin condition for more skin tone variance, a fat girl, and being extra "friendly".
Later in the evening, I drove to the airport to pick up my mother who arrived back from the UK after two weeks there with my out-of-town brother. Just arrived flight passengers are a big gangstalking event, and of course the sickos were out in force, closing in on me while I waited in a public airport. The dude with his hand on his crotch opposite me in the seats was the most outrageous act. Second in terms of absurd was the Fat Family, at least four of them sitting in the seats with one of them, the orange T-shirted Fuckwit, doing regular patrols for me to admire his ample girth, his infernal brown colored short and flipflops, this being October 23 in the Pacific Northwest.
And is it strange that the dudes doing the gangstalking parade as waiting family for incoming flight to be standing at the luggage carousel all by themselves with no apparent family nearby? It seemed to be a big excuse to get the Fuckwits closer to me than I would ordinarily of allowed.
I made salsa from the green tomatoes my in-town brother left at the FFF, he scoffing all the red ones under the guise of "looking after" the place while our mother was in the UK. And as I worked through the insufferable blender follies of what part fits where, the next door pressure washing noise started up at the same moment as getting the blender to finally work.
I returned home via the city bus with salsa in my pack, in two vessels, one glass, one plastic. This seemed to bring on a big gangstalker crowd for a 1600h bus into downtown. I got the big girl gangstalker treatment. First a hefty girl next to me on the rear bench seat, and the very big young girl standing 2' away. The hefty one left after 5 min. and the very big one took the seat, sitting next to me, and nudging me all the more. I have never seen a young girl with a fat middle before, and no, it was not a pregnancy, and wonder if it wasn't a prothesis, as the perps have done this before.
I picked up yet another Sierra Trading Post parcel this morning, and it contained a mid-blue long sleeved shirt. And lo, if I wasn't blue tested with the same hue for the rest of the day; as gangstalker vehicle color, and on at least 15 gangstalker. Not that I was wearing this color blue today, it is just that I had received the garment today in a brown cardboard box.
Lightscribe is getting hacked tonight; cutting two DVD's of my mother's UK pics, and lo, if Lightscribe first didn't "fail", then the next try it spent 3 minutes of supposedly etching the text, and lo, nothing. Then next time it worked. One more disk to go, and twice it "failed" to etch the text and succeed the third time. This had always been working fine before, with no software or hardware changes and now it suddenly craps out. All in keeping with less pretense of a mistake, and now blatant obstructive incursions.
10-26-2011
I am late getting this weekly blog out, and am busy with pondering my next PC case as well as the continuing farm work.
We were putting two tons of carrots through the conveyor that feeds off the truck and then the boss interupted carrot washing to go pumpkin picking. What can I assume is "orange referencing"; having me see and handle two crops that have orange colored vegetable matter. Later in the day, I got to "experience" the carrots as dug up by the implement that the tractor tows with a conveyor to take the topped carrots to an accompanying 5 tonne truck. No riding the machine for me though, I was the one walking behind the carrot digging machine to pick up the ones it missed.
10-19-2011
And carrot bagging (packaging) is a big job this month, not having worked this farm in October. It takes place in the unheated warehouse and there is a 12' conveyor that runs on demand and intermittently, with the carrots loaded from a bin that is set on the hydraulic tipper by a forklift. Typically, a large flood of carrots is dropped onto the conveyor from the bin, the conveyor is run to distribute the carrots full conveyor length, and then stopped. Then personnel on one side feed the four scales with selected carrots, loading a tipping scale tray that can take up to 5lb of carrots. Another person is placed oppositely and next to the scale and when the scale needle reaches center, he tips the scale tray contents into a plastic packaging bag. There is an art to it so carrots don't fly off the tray if it is tipped too fast, and also, if too slow, then the carrots will more likely criss-cross in the bag. And too, the carrots are straightened out by rolling the bag on an adjacent table surface. In other words, lots of poly plastic bag handling, as they come from the packaging suppliers in boxes of 1,000. And yes, I get more co-workers getting close to me or making more noise or talking more whenever I am recharging the plastic bags as I extract them from the box.
Then outside later to do a re-wash of packaged potatoes, returned from customers apparently. But as the perps are totally beserk over anything that comes from a brown cardboard box, this is primetime for "browning around" as I call their insane obsession over this color. So, in other words, they get to study the potatoes going through the conveyor and washing for a second time, and then get re-packaged into the re-used cardboard boxes. Some runs are very rot prone, and some aren't. In the former case they have me extracting the rotten ones from the conveyor which are then tossed into an adjacent bin. When there are few rotten potatoes, they have me ferry the emptied boxes from outside where the conveyor feed is, to inside where the final inspection, grading and boxing takes place. All that inside-outside brown box handling is just perp heaven for their insane fuckery games.
10-20-2011
Carrot bagging most of the day, with a half hour outside session to grade potatoes being re-washed.
Then around 1630h, we go out to get 17 bins of pumpkins, many were rotten, and it does seem to be an (arranged) problem, as they didn't pick them soon enough and the stem rot got inside the pumpkin even though it looks OK. Same thing "happened" at another farm two years ago, a seeming purposeful too-late pumpkin harvest, and we had to go back in the cooler and take out the rotten ones. But as the perps do love to arrange rotting fruit and vegetables, which is likely related to their insane interest over composting, now about to enter its fourth year of my direct involvement, starting with the raked-up leaves at the First Feral Family house. And I even get extra noisestalking while handling the rotten pumpkins, which suggests the entire process of decomposition of any live organic matter is of intense interest to them. And don't get me started as to what it might mean, as I am looking to my readership for some suggestions.
And what is it about mid-blue air compressors being arranged around me? The 5' long x 2' wide shop compressor was pulled outside of the workshop for a few days in the sunshine and arranged to be around me having lunch on a nearby pallet stack.
And what is it about the boss on the re-wash potato conveyor feed, who makes sure he is extra careless and waves the cardboard box that they were in, making an extra flourish to get the box closer to me on the opposite side of the conveyor? I took another cardboard box in the face the week before, the supervisor not looking at where she threw the just-assembled box, readied for a potato washing run.
And the props mechanic, had his 8 y,o, boy at work all day, and not only was the kid doing his gangstalking thing, but "found" this ridiculous tricycle that has been hanging around at the farm for some unknown reason for the past two weeks, and rode it around the warehouse for an hour or more. Not only is the forklift zinging around, but so are the motorized pallet jacks. Like WTF; why would a parent place their child in apparent unsupervised danger while also making the kid look like a total retard, as he was way too big for it. Like I contend, the whole scene is scripted, and there was no danger as it was choreographed to ensure he didn't get a fork from the forklift in the chops while loitering around on this absurd tricycle. This was the same kid that came to hang around me wearing an orange sports jersey the previous week for no reason whatsoever, looking like some vacant retard. When I saw the kid with his dad in the tractor some 20 min. later, no orange jersey on him.
10-21-2011
A mid-day start after doing some phoning from home, researching the value of taking vineyard laborer training, my possible 2012 activity for three months. A 1300h start at the farm, first bagging carrots, then a sit-around as no one knew what to do. Then a short (less than 30 min.) re-wash one pallet of potatoes.
Then it was to be pumpkin washing, but no, it was pumpkin picking.
Then fence repair job, where every one seemed to know what the job was, and I tagged along as no one told me. (No such thing as crew briefing sessions at the farm, all hearsay like instruction). Pliers came from nowhere for everyone but me. A roll of fence wire had to be found, then cut in half down its length, and it was erected above the existing fence wire, as some members of the visiting public to the Halloween exibits decided to do a little vandalism on the side.
I was working with the Mexicans as dusk came on, and just as we finished, lo, if two vehicles with headlights on, didn't arrive, and of all persons, it was the E. Indian tractor driver from the other farm I worked at in the past four years "showed up" and said hello. I was fucked into being totally dumbfounded and only said "hello" in return. Like WTF; he has nothing to do with this farm, works at least five miles away, had nothing to do with me while I was there (except steal my raingear and wear it a few days later), and here he "happens" to arrive at this very obscure location just as I finish up on a job. And have I mentioned how crazed the perps are when I finish a task, putting on noises, and disrupting events, often forcing re-work as something was "forgotten" and the notion of completion was premature? Many tens of times.
There were also some E. Indian visitors earlier in the day, the supervisor's daughter and niece. So I suppose the perps were attempting to get some kind of E. Indian skin color referencing or something, and wanted a "victim tour" by another known E. Indian from another farm in dusk onset conditons. Very bizarre this person "showing up" at this time when he would of finished a day's work at the other farm. [Later, I asked the boss about this, and he didn't say why the other farm's tractor driver "happened" to arrive at his farm in an obscure non=public location].
10-22-2011, Saturday
Post Friday night farm visitations to the scary haunted house exhibit they have. First farm job was
garbage pickup in the rain, wearing my new breathable Bluestorm Latitude 38 rainpaints. I cannot say if the "breathable" part was working, as the perps wetted my chest anyways. The perps got me obsessed over the garbage, and picking up some very small pieces that I would of ordinarily left behind.
It was to be parking duty for the public events, but as the rain was off and on, there weren't many visitors. So.. back to carrot bagging, carrot washing (the load that sat on the truck for two days, in mid job), and then clean up.
Orange color games that were most noticable were the farmer's grandkids roaring around in an orange colored dune buggy, hanging around me for no reason, circling me, or doing 180 degree U turns in front of me. Earlier, they were also heavy on ambulatory gangstalking while I was picking up garbage, and seemed to have an unerring knack for "showing up" when I was walking between venues.
Another Orange Event was packing one corner of a 10'x10' orange colored square canopy
with three other males, two Mexicans and one Asian. It was packed some 500' or so to the orange pumpkin patch where there is a public pick.
10-23-2011, Sunday
The weekly leg shave last night, getting delayed until it was midnight; the possibility of a new PC case beckons, and that kept me busy online. Three things I want in a PC case; air filtration so no dust buildup on fans, quiet, and a handle on top as these things are heavy. The latter feature has never been on PC cases, save for one recent example, and will likely involve getting someone to modify the case. But as PC cases aren't cheap by the time I pay someone to re-build it and add in the 256Gb SSD I recently acquired, it just may not happen. Such are the machinations of my tormentors, building up a "need", sometimes for three or more years, and then poof, it cannot be done. And of course, the "need" will re-surface later, all to continue this litany of coveting they like to plant on me.
Other items can be purchased on a whim though, no research or coveting, and while not always true, can be useful items I use every day.
A busy day at the farm with over 3,500 visitors, and I was on parking duty, directing vehicles and sorting out vehicular cluster fucks as the tractor pulled wagons, aka hayrides" were also part of the event. And with my newly shaved legs (under my long pants) and all those steel vehicles passing me by at close quarters, it was likely a huge perp event. As were all the dudes wearing baggy shorts at this time of year, not to mention the litany of male Unfavoreds/freaks/gangstalker themes; the gut strut, the skinheads and the waddlers.
Other farm visitors to fit the Unfavored demographic profile were the negroes, a father screaming at his child, and the ridiculous wheelchair act. They drop off this person in a wheelchair some 500' from the main activities, at the pumpkin picking field. Then he wheels back to the way he came to the events tent for a few hours. Then he comes back, seeming by himself and parks himself and wheelchair in the path of the tractor pulling the hayride and I warn him. So then he moves to the other side of the road and nearly impedes an outgoing hayride, it passing by within one foot. And given the 15 min. of this loiter time, I reckon is was yet again, another perp prop/gangstalking theme of placing wheelchairs and their occupants around me. And have I not complained of excessive numbers of wheelchairs as part of the gangstalking for the last 9 years? Many times, and if I cannot stand the sight of wheelchairs, I don't see why it is anyone's business by my own. And why does this theme repeat, as one of many, as part of this insane reign of abuse I am subjected to by this covert army of psychopathic assholes.
Before going to the farm, a former co-worker came by to have coffee out, so not only did I have extra brown liquid in me, but I also had an extra dark brown pastry. As always, in public locations, the swarm starts up and got to be near crush conditions at times, some of the gangstalkers wearing dark brown clothes. And lo, if they didn't put a fugly negro woman who was back and forthing from inside to outside and then intersperse her visage with some blonde babes. Always this game of putting on the babes (a Favored demographic group and unlikely to have subconscious traumatization associations for the three years they wiped my memory when aged 2 to 5) to mix with the Unfavoreds.
This former co-worker with whom I remain in contact, her contacting me more than the other way around, is the same one who was working at the farm last year, and then followed me to the second farm I worked. Now she is taking horticultural training. I sometimes wonder if she isn't a morphover of someone else I know who was rather large back in my Seattle days of 1999 to 2002. There is just too many oddities that fit the perp harassment themes; married now getting a divorce, no children, psoriasis skin condition for more skin tone variance, a fat girl, and being extra "friendly".
Later in the evening, I drove to the airport to pick up my mother who arrived back from the UK after two weeks there with my out-of-town brother. Just arrived flight passengers are a big gangstalking event, and of course the sickos were out in force, closing in on me while I waited in a public airport. The dude with his hand on his crotch opposite me in the seats was the most outrageous act. Second in terms of absurd was the Fat Family, at least four of them sitting in the seats with one of them, the orange T-shirted Fuckwit, doing regular patrols for me to admire his ample girth, his infernal brown colored short and flipflops, this being October 23 in the Pacific Northwest.
And is it strange that the dudes doing the gangstalking parade as waiting family for incoming flight to be standing at the luggage carousel all by themselves with no apparent family nearby? It seemed to be a big excuse to get the Fuckwits closer to me than I would ordinarily of allowed.
I made salsa from the green tomatoes my in-town brother left at the FFF, he scoffing all the red ones under the guise of "looking after" the place while our mother was in the UK. And as I worked through the insufferable blender follies of what part fits where, the next door pressure washing noise started up at the same moment as getting the blender to finally work.
I returned home via the city bus with salsa in my pack, in two vessels, one glass, one plastic. This seemed to bring on a big gangstalker crowd for a 1600h bus into downtown. I got the big girl gangstalker treatment. First a hefty girl next to me on the rear bench seat, and the very big young girl standing 2' away. The hefty one left after 5 min. and the very big one took the seat, sitting next to me, and nudging me all the more. I have never seen a young girl with a fat middle before, and no, it was not a pregnancy, and wonder if it wasn't a prothesis, as the perps have done this before.
I picked up yet another Sierra Trading Post parcel this morning, and it contained a mid-blue long sleeved shirt. And lo, if I wasn't blue tested with the same hue for the rest of the day; as gangstalker vehicle color, and on at least 15 gangstalker. Not that I was wearing this color blue today, it is just that I had received the garment today in a brown cardboard box.
Lightscribe is getting hacked tonight; cutting two DVD's of my mother's UK pics, and lo, if Lightscribe first didn't "fail", then the next try it spent 3 minutes of supposedly etching the text, and lo, nothing. Then next time it worked. One more disk to go, and twice it "failed" to etch the text and succeed the third time. This had always been working fine before, with no software or hardware changes and now it suddenly craps out. All in keeping with less pretense of a mistake, and now blatant obstructive incursions.
10-26-2011
I am late getting this weekly blog out, and am busy with pondering my next PC case as well as the continuing farm work.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Carrots and Potatoes
10-11-2011
A Tuesday, and farm work was mainly inside due to rain and seasonal workload.
It was carrot bagging, then potato washing outside sending packed potatoes back through, then back inside to manage the cardboard packing boxes. A lunchtime trip to UPS to get parcel using the throbbing mufflered crew van, and bringing on a huge amount of vehicular gangstalking, color arranged. The parcel had a new pair of breathable fabric rainpaints in it, and I opened it up to try them for briefly, then hung them up. It is always a big perp moment when I put on clothes, especially briefly, and especially new ones out of the brown cardboard box. The two Mexicans were beside me with additional victim touring by the Asian and Punjabis some 10' away. Not to worry, the unused rainpaints are now hanging up at the front door so everyone will pass them by every day. This is a rare first, recieving a new garment at work and leaving it there while the other two items in the parcel were taken home
10-12-2011
A leg shave last night, the first i two weeks, an unusual delay of a week, seeming for the all-important event of me using a Wilkinson Sword razor blade, a disposable 3 bladed head. Major concurrent hallway noise while shaving, this being a huge perp event.
On the farm, carrot bagging inside, picking raspberries outside, then a shovelling and raking gravel job, the crush kind, not round edged river run. As always, the perps have an intense interest in me being exposed to soils, gravels, sand and rocks from other locations, and this is all part of their fun. This area was being readied for a children's railway ride, a small circuit of no more than 60' long.
Another impossible 30+ passengers on the bus at 1838h, headed into downtown. A three negro event, one being the bus driver, the third time he has showed up on my evening bus runs, at differing times. Then this one negro sat one seat away while I was on the rear bench seat, and then a few minutes later and for no reason whatsoever, the Fuckwit sits next to me. Then about two minutes later he moves again, this time away, and is sitting on a portion of each seat. All the time he has this backpack on and leans forward in the "crapping pose" I have come to know from many other Fuckwits in my proximity. Totally bizarre behavior to say the least, and from whom does he get his direction and how? Well, after seeing many of these similar bizarre eruptions, I have come to conclude the perps are sending text messages directly to their visual cortex, and the gangstalker reads them and acts according to the instruction. It cannot be a coincidence that so many of them are looking upward for no apparent reason and then change their posture, postion or whateve their masters command. All the more silly, as these quislings are led to believe they are special, and too, their behavior can be altered without their knowledge if the perps chose to do so, and also, there is direct voice to skull technologies that have been around for decades. I have sometimes recieved an unequivocal "voice" that is speaking to me about something relevant and germane to the present circumstances. Fortuneately I don't recieve these transmission routinely, or as an abusive treatment as many other TI's complain about.
10-13-2011
Getting my fill of orange colors today; bagging 5lb of carrots in plastic bags in the morning, then another hour or so after lunch, and then picking pumpkins in the afternoon. The flatbed trucks drive on the field, and we farmworkers, including three Mexicans, throw them up to the waiting worker who puts them into bins. I was in both roles, pitcher and catcher. Lots of pallet play time too, another perps obsession, as nearly everything arrives by pallet, and it seems the perps want to get a handle on the pallet wood to loaded objects/foods interaction energetics. I cannot count the times they drive pallet loads around me in vehicles, almost as many as the ladders I get from Ladder Patrol.
Other big perp advances were to let me use a knife to spread the coconut butter and jam on the breakfast 6" tortilla. I had been putting them down with a spoon in a blob on the tortilla, and then folding it up to contain it while eating it. This latest "advance" changes the game some, as I spread the coconut butter, then the jam on top of it and roll it up to eat, hoping nothing leaks out the end. (No such luck; a blob of coconut butter came firing out two mornings in sucession.) This means no folding, which was a major problem with the gluten free organic corn tortillas, as they would break at the fold. I had been using gluten wheat tortillas as this was the only kind that could take the folding and not split along the fold line. And for at least the past 10 months this had been the system, and smaller foldable non-gluten tortillas could never be found in the grocery store. The closest I came were large format rice tortillas which could take being folded. Another major change in the "breakfast cuisine ecology", and it took almost a whole year to be allowed to change it. The addition of a knife to spread the coconut butter is a HUGE DEAL for the perps, allowing extra contact from a steel object. And have I mentioned how beserk they are over knife contact, e.g. cutting food with a knife? Hundreds of times in the past 9 years of this insane abuse.
10-14-2011
Keeping yesterday's orange and red color themes going, it was bagging carrots till noon, then picking raspberries, then picking strawberries, then out to yesterday's field to pick gourds, mostly orange in color, though some were yellow, or light green.
And what is it that drives the perps so often to have someone's shadow cast down on me? In the field, especially now with the low sun at 1600h and later, or even at lunch or coffee breaks. My coworkers have this unerring knack of standing around to block the sun and have a shadow cast down on me.
And what is with the bus service? Still some 30+ passengers on a reverse commute direction at 1800h. Yesterday was the same, except later, at 1900h, a Thursday no less.
10-15-2011
A father-son dust up this morning, with the father looking to land punches even if his son broke his jaw last year in a similar bout. This time, there were two Mexicans and at least three other adult males intervening to prevent real damage to either party. This had been brewing for weeks, if not months, and the loathing is as palpable as it is mutual. At least they got it over with before the public arrived for the pumpkin festival.
I was on carrots bagging, then out in the field to pick gourds into the early afternoon, then I got the call to help out at the public event directing traffic and ensuring the miniture railway crossing was all clear when the train came. And lo, when I first started this vehicular traffic directing job, a farmworkers kid who had been on the stalk for the prior week, didn't arrive to hang around me for no reason and was sporting an orange hockey jersey. And lo, if he didn't join his father in the tractor cab of the hayrides that routinely passed me by, not wearing the jersey anymore. All for some kind of color concordance/testing I suppose, as I was decked out in a dayglo hi-viz vest for the afternoon.
10-17-2011
A Monday, and a day off too, after working Sunday for four hours on parking at the farm festival that is going on for the three weekends prior to Halloween. (A corn maze, a miniture railway, hayrides, a haunted house and some other theme park like props, including a 20' high Cheops replicate). And as usual, it is a day of high harassment and relentless jerkarounds, both cognitively and orchestrated externalities. And a doctor appointment too, just to add to the perp excitement/disruption/fuckover demands.
And what is with service personnal being so grim and evasive today? The normally chipper and friendly counter person at Purolater was rather terse for no seeming reason. The saleswoman at Lee Valley tools was positively grim, then again the woman at the deli counter of the local food market. Then the doctor was putting on his best grimness for no seeming cause, more terse than ever for crissakes, and calls him a professional still. Was this some kind of "mood matching" after making me grim from the jerkarounds I got: went to two wineries to find someone in the vineyard operations to ask about a viticulture course program and its utility in their line of work and got skunked on both in finding anyone; closed and then "lost" due to imposed befuddlement.
There were all manner of provocations first thing this morning to get me severely riled up, probably due to the fact that I stayed at the First Feral Family house by myself, a rarity as my mother is away in the UK. The fact that the bedsheets and blankets are different colors is important to the perps, as is mattress composition, and who knows what else. That I am eating my usual breakfast that I have at my place while at the FFF house is also a new event, having purchased the food last weekend. And of course, the perps routinely like to have me transfer food from fridge to fridge, either direction, mine in this apartment (steel wire shelves) and that of the FFF house (glass shelves). As far as I can recall, no food has made a round trip between fridges, but I am sure this will "happen" before long.
The provocation intensity was way up this morning, as was my "reaction" of instant rage. Stunts like sending me to the wrong cupboard or drawer, burning the onions in the frypan (I have never, ever burned food in the kitchen before), not turning off the burner (a perp Fuckover classic, and a new event that erupted some 8 years ago), over 30 small dirt clods arriving by themselves to force a sweeping of the kitchen floor (a frequent perp event, though rarely to they have me sweep floors apart from a past janitorial job).
Anyhow, time to call this one a posting for the week and get myself off to bed to start farmwork in the morning.
A Tuesday, and farm work was mainly inside due to rain and seasonal workload.
It was carrot bagging, then potato washing outside sending packed potatoes back through, then back inside to manage the cardboard packing boxes. A lunchtime trip to UPS to get parcel using the throbbing mufflered crew van, and bringing on a huge amount of vehicular gangstalking, color arranged. The parcel had a new pair of breathable fabric rainpaints in it, and I opened it up to try them for briefly, then hung them up. It is always a big perp moment when I put on clothes, especially briefly, and especially new ones out of the brown cardboard box. The two Mexicans were beside me with additional victim touring by the Asian and Punjabis some 10' away. Not to worry, the unused rainpaints are now hanging up at the front door so everyone will pass them by every day. This is a rare first, recieving a new garment at work and leaving it there while the other two items in the parcel were taken home
10-12-2011
A leg shave last night, the first i two weeks, an unusual delay of a week, seeming for the all-important event of me using a Wilkinson Sword razor blade, a disposable 3 bladed head. Major concurrent hallway noise while shaving, this being a huge perp event.
On the farm, carrot bagging inside, picking raspberries outside, then a shovelling and raking gravel job, the crush kind, not round edged river run. As always, the perps have an intense interest in me being exposed to soils, gravels, sand and rocks from other locations, and this is all part of their fun. This area was being readied for a children's railway ride, a small circuit of no more than 60' long.
Another impossible 30+ passengers on the bus at 1838h, headed into downtown. A three negro event, one being the bus driver, the third time he has showed up on my evening bus runs, at differing times. Then this one negro sat one seat away while I was on the rear bench seat, and then a few minutes later and for no reason whatsoever, the Fuckwit sits next to me. Then about two minutes later he moves again, this time away, and is sitting on a portion of each seat. All the time he has this backpack on and leans forward in the "crapping pose" I have come to know from many other Fuckwits in my proximity. Totally bizarre behavior to say the least, and from whom does he get his direction and how? Well, after seeing many of these similar bizarre eruptions, I have come to conclude the perps are sending text messages directly to their visual cortex, and the gangstalker reads them and acts according to the instruction. It cannot be a coincidence that so many of them are looking upward for no apparent reason and then change their posture, postion or whateve their masters command. All the more silly, as these quislings are led to believe they are special, and too, their behavior can be altered without their knowledge if the perps chose to do so, and also, there is direct voice to skull technologies that have been around for decades. I have sometimes recieved an unequivocal "voice" that is speaking to me about something relevant and germane to the present circumstances. Fortuneately I don't recieve these transmission routinely, or as an abusive treatment as many other TI's complain about.
10-13-2011
Getting my fill of orange colors today; bagging 5lb of carrots in plastic bags in the morning, then another hour or so after lunch, and then picking pumpkins in the afternoon. The flatbed trucks drive on the field, and we farmworkers, including three Mexicans, throw them up to the waiting worker who puts them into bins. I was in both roles, pitcher and catcher. Lots of pallet play time too, another perps obsession, as nearly everything arrives by pallet, and it seems the perps want to get a handle on the pallet wood to loaded objects/foods interaction energetics. I cannot count the times they drive pallet loads around me in vehicles, almost as many as the ladders I get from Ladder Patrol.
Other big perp advances were to let me use a knife to spread the coconut butter and jam on the breakfast 6" tortilla. I had been putting them down with a spoon in a blob on the tortilla, and then folding it up to contain it while eating it. This latest "advance" changes the game some, as I spread the coconut butter, then the jam on top of it and roll it up to eat, hoping nothing leaks out the end. (No such luck; a blob of coconut butter came firing out two mornings in sucession.) This means no folding, which was a major problem with the gluten free organic corn tortillas, as they would break at the fold. I had been using gluten wheat tortillas as this was the only kind that could take the folding and not split along the fold line. And for at least the past 10 months this had been the system, and smaller foldable non-gluten tortillas could never be found in the grocery store. The closest I came were large format rice tortillas which could take being folded. Another major change in the "breakfast cuisine ecology", and it took almost a whole year to be allowed to change it. The addition of a knife to spread the coconut butter is a HUGE DEAL for the perps, allowing extra contact from a steel object. And have I mentioned how beserk they are over knife contact, e.g. cutting food with a knife? Hundreds of times in the past 9 years of this insane abuse.
10-14-2011
Keeping yesterday's orange and red color themes going, it was bagging carrots till noon, then picking raspberries, then picking strawberries, then out to yesterday's field to pick gourds, mostly orange in color, though some were yellow, or light green.
And what is it that drives the perps so often to have someone's shadow cast down on me? In the field, especially now with the low sun at 1600h and later, or even at lunch or coffee breaks. My coworkers have this unerring knack of standing around to block the sun and have a shadow cast down on me.
And what is with the bus service? Still some 30+ passengers on a reverse commute direction at 1800h. Yesterday was the same, except later, at 1900h, a Thursday no less.
10-15-2011
A father-son dust up this morning, with the father looking to land punches even if his son broke his jaw last year in a similar bout. This time, there were two Mexicans and at least three other adult males intervening to prevent real damage to either party. This had been brewing for weeks, if not months, and the loathing is as palpable as it is mutual. At least they got it over with before the public arrived for the pumpkin festival.
I was on carrots bagging, then out in the field to pick gourds into the early afternoon, then I got the call to help out at the public event directing traffic and ensuring the miniture railway crossing was all clear when the train came. And lo, when I first started this vehicular traffic directing job, a farmworkers kid who had been on the stalk for the prior week, didn't arrive to hang around me for no reason and was sporting an orange hockey jersey. And lo, if he didn't join his father in the tractor cab of the hayrides that routinely passed me by, not wearing the jersey anymore. All for some kind of color concordance/testing I suppose, as I was decked out in a dayglo hi-viz vest for the afternoon.
10-17-2011
A Monday, and a day off too, after working Sunday for four hours on parking at the farm festival that is going on for the three weekends prior to Halloween. (A corn maze, a miniture railway, hayrides, a haunted house and some other theme park like props, including a 20' high Cheops replicate). And as usual, it is a day of high harassment and relentless jerkarounds, both cognitively and orchestrated externalities. And a doctor appointment too, just to add to the perp excitement/disruption/fuckover demands.
And what is with service personnal being so grim and evasive today? The normally chipper and friendly counter person at Purolater was rather terse for no seeming reason. The saleswoman at Lee Valley tools was positively grim, then again the woman at the deli counter of the local food market. Then the doctor was putting on his best grimness for no seeming cause, more terse than ever for crissakes, and calls him a professional still. Was this some kind of "mood matching" after making me grim from the jerkarounds I got: went to two wineries to find someone in the vineyard operations to ask about a viticulture course program and its utility in their line of work and got skunked on both in finding anyone; closed and then "lost" due to imposed befuddlement.
There were all manner of provocations first thing this morning to get me severely riled up, probably due to the fact that I stayed at the First Feral Family house by myself, a rarity as my mother is away in the UK. The fact that the bedsheets and blankets are different colors is important to the perps, as is mattress composition, and who knows what else. That I am eating my usual breakfast that I have at my place while at the FFF house is also a new event, having purchased the food last weekend. And of course, the perps routinely like to have me transfer food from fridge to fridge, either direction, mine in this apartment (steel wire shelves) and that of the FFF house (glass shelves). As far as I can recall, no food has made a round trip between fridges, but I am sure this will "happen" before long.
The provocation intensity was way up this morning, as was my "reaction" of instant rage. Stunts like sending me to the wrong cupboard or drawer, burning the onions in the frypan (I have never, ever burned food in the kitchen before), not turning off the burner (a perp Fuckover classic, and a new event that erupted some 8 years ago), over 30 small dirt clods arriving by themselves to force a sweeping of the kitchen floor (a frequent perp event, though rarely to they have me sweep floors apart from a past janitorial job).
Anyhow, time to call this one a posting for the week and get myself off to bed to start farmwork in the morning.
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