Eclipsed

08-21-2017
Only a partial eclipse above the 49th parallel; but the sunlight level did dip some and it got colder at about 1000h PDT. I was working in the vineyard then, and lo, if my break time was timed to be just then. The assholes had me sleep in another hour after the alarm, so I elected for a 0800h start time, instead of the usual 0700h. The first break is usually two hours after start time, and so I got to have my break as the eclipse was on. I had plenty of sleep, so there was absolutely no need for an extra hour's sleep, so I suppose the perps  were up to their usual get-up time manipulations, this time in service of their long running stunt of dimming down the sun intensity. This time of course, it was predicted and within the natural order of things, such as we know them on this planet.

And as one can seen the "chem trails" crowd were on the job at the moment of the eclipse, doing their usual thing of emulating either cloud formations (har, har) or often times, land forms. In this case it is the former in all its contrivations.

An astonishing computer intrusion last night; I was listening to KW on allflac last night and I decided I liked the album, but the buttons said "download" instead of the usual "add to cart". So I clicked the button and got the downloaded album for free; most odd. Then I unpacked the zip file and copied them to move to my RAID disc, and created the parent KW directory (a new to me artist), and lo, the album title showed up. Then a second directory with another album that I liked. I went into Tag Scanner to clean up the file names and rename them just the way I consistently do. But they were already renamed just the way I do it; track-song title-artist-album name. I couldn't believe it. A free download, plus one extra album, directories created and files renamed exactly how I wanted. After downloading hundreds of albums from this site, I just cannot get over it, and all this to my favor instead of the usual adversity.

08-22-2017
Vineyard work, and only a little smokey, and I got some tanning done (shirt off- casual place), and music listening. The latter activity was postponed for later in the morning after the vehicle in the next orchard quit pummeling me with their vehicle radio, doors open, all for me to hear at loud volume. Then after four hours of listening to my headphones, they cranked up their radio volume again, presumably to punch through the headphones, even if it was just when there were inter-track gaps. But of course at this point, that is, noise inundation through the headphones, they put on a few helicopters, and the adjacent house building noise also reached a crescendo.

I have it figured that I will be working at this vineyard, or more correctly, jointly managed vineyards (two), as in both instances, the owners are building a new house. The perps like to compensate cooperating employers, and one of the seeming methods is arranging the construction of a new house. Recall that my employer of 2015-16 was building a new house. Anyhow, there was a full time job that I was unable to respond to in 02-2017, and it has remained unfilled, so I am hoping it comes up again. I have my doubts given the number of times I have been baited by the "perfect" job, as posted, and it doesn't materialize. There is no agency that loves to mess with victims' minds over the theme of "don't count your chickens before they hatch" than the perps. Just hilarious, and now 15 years of these mind-fuck pummelings.

08-23-2017
A Wednesday off work due to a mid day doctor appointment in Kelowna. It was for an IV  to supply an iron medication, as I don't absorb it from my diet. And if your are low dopamine,  your are low iron as I read there in the doctor's office,- I took my book) as it took 1.5 hours or so to drip in. It was a double dose, and so the IV bag was a deep brown color, I suppose, twice as the single doses of last year.

And in keeping with the perps and their color coordination games, it wasn't too much of a surprise to see deep brown UPS vehicles on the road, and too, the brown skinned folk out greater numbers. One stunning piece of idiotic driving was these three negroes in a blue vehicle who pulled in front of my parked vehicle and stopped in mid-street, skewed as if they were making a R turn, but stopped. As it "happened" they were stopped because they were about to enter a one way street in the wrong direction and somehow "failed" to notice this at first. I haven't seen anything quite so stupid for a while, which was last year when there was a car full of negroes stopped in mid-street, unable to continue their turn for whatever reason, all to hold me up of course. It maybe another 10 years before they let me wear a brown shirt, assuming they mind fuck me into it, which they can do readily. One doesn't own one's dislikes in this rabbit hole.

And in an unrelated game of fuckery while in Kelowna, the I was skunked out of getting work gloves at a particular store that has them at half the price locally. The notion to get some replacements had been going on for over a month, as I am down to my last pair, holed in the fingers as they are. (The perps just love to blow holes in my gloves; once I had a pair at work that developed holes while they were unused on my break time). Anyhow, I go to this store, and lo, they are out of size M. Lots of L and XL, but I like M size as extra long floppy fingertips just drive me to distraction. Another case of dashed expectations, or is it, planned shortages.

There was a woman at the parking lot when I arrived, whose card wouldn't work, and tried it twice. She was first to arrive at the meter among three of us, and since her card didn't work,  she let the cute babe go ahead in turn. Her card worked fine and then first woman tried her card, and it still didn't work, kind of getting her card in ahead of each of us. Then when it didn't work, she let me pay, cash, and I was done. Then she said she would park elsewhere. No matter; and lo, once I exited the doctor's office and one of the staff led ahead (on lunch break), and I turned the corner on the street, why, the woman with the seemingly dysfunctional card was on the street in her ridiculous day glo sunglasses.

In the waiting room at the doctor's office, two fat women were on either end of the red leatherette couch, so I sat in the white single chair. Then three women came in, two fat sisters and one slim daughter, two of them standing near me. It was kind of like a fat women's stake out, save the daughter. Eventually one of the original fat women was called to her appointment, and a blonde woman came in a few minutes to sit in her place.

After the IV drip, I headed to my vehicle in the parking lot, and there were three white trades vans just sitting there with the Fuckwits sitting in them. Like WTF; since when did trades folk go to a public downtown parking lot just to sit there, even if it was lunch time? As long term readers will know, white trades vans seem to be the vehicle of choice to hound me, and when all this shit came down in 04-2002 there were suddenly out in profusion and haven't let up since.

No other spectacular driving idiocy today, despite being on the highway one hour N bound, and again, S bound. Funny how the perps let off sometimes. Though I had plenty of vehicles around me for most of the trip, nothing new there. I had a laddered pickup (aka "Ladder Patrol") hound me for the first 10 minutes when heading N bound, and an ambulance came in the opposite direction during this interval. I wouldn't be gangstalker-free at the South Pole.

08-24-2017
I worked two jobs today, and I see a forest fire was timed such that the fire retardant aircraft flew over me in each location. And with a N wind, they turned above the former vineyard I worked at for five months until June on their approach to the airport. (When I was there there were many fire retardant aircraft overhead, making turns, empty or loaded depending on wind conditions). I finished the part time job and texted the vineyard owner on my completion and hours.

08-25-2017
So much for the IV iron preventing me from afternoon napping at home. Another day in the vineyard, and lo, if the assholes didn't screw me out of my digital audio player, as they had me "forget" to charge it up last night, and only let me know as I was about to head out the door. Then to add insult to injury, the Power Amp phone player also failed inside of an hour due to some kind of software upgrade glitch. (I have been through the Power Amp app forced upgrade issue before, and am fucking fed up with this senseless version contingency failure problem, hence acquiring a dedicated digital audio player). Thanks a bunch assholes; twice jerked around over portable audio player failure in one day.

The part time vineyard owner texted me in the morning and said there was a paycheck for me on the fridge. I texted him back and said I would be there at 3:15, after my day job. I went there at that time, and no one was there, save their poodle who wanted to play, and I obliged, as I am a former poodle owner, and that is the one thing they love to do- play. I tried their door even, and it was locked. So WTF; I arrive exactly when I said I would, and no note, and no one was there. What is it about these fuckarounds over getting paid? One part time vineyard of a few years ago pulled this shit too; they said the paycheck would be under the door mat and it wasn't, necessitating another trip there.

08-26-2017
Saturday, a day off, but what a fuckaround of a day. First, I was awakened at 0700h after an 8 hour sleep, and somehow it took me another 1.5 hours to finally get out of bed. I got my laundry done at the laundromat amidst the relentless vehicle trains at 1000h, and while out, I yet again, got skunked on acquiring these particular gloves (per above) I prefer at a work wear store that normally has them.

The weather was sunny, but with the Kelowna fires, there was smoke haze in the air, but not anywhere near as bad as the prior 6 weeks. After lunch, it would of been ideal for me to lay down on a towel in the grass outside my place, but as the landlord applied 2-4-D in the last few days (without notice this year), the chemical stink was intolerable. Inside, the perps ground me down for a two hour nap attack in the afternoon (after reading for 30 min.), and from my sun worshiping perspective, it would of been far better to lie down and sleep outside and get a tan at the same time. But it was not allowed in this constrained and orchestrated world of being a mind controlled experimentee, especially when my sunlight exposure is so highly important to the perp's objectives.

And after the above colossal and unneeded sleep, I tested and packed up my stereo amplifier, as it has been flaky for the last month. But the perps had a few more games to play, as it wasn't working in the L channel, and now it was. But it flaked out sometimes, but the digital audio player wouldn't play at all, so I played it through my little used headphone amp and it was fine. I also swapped the speakers, and they were fine. I went through this senseless and utterly confounding shit twice last year when the YBA amp crapped out, as the repair job was faulty. So I got a new amp, and now it has crapped out. What is it about stereos, and music reproduction that the perps need to sabotage it so much, so often? I just don't get it. Infuriated barely covers my exasperation.

I had intentions to collect my paycheck from the part time vineyard, but lo, I never heard from them all day. After standing me up yesterday, I thought they might of been somewhat contrite, but no, these things don't happen in this state of been kept in a managed Fuckover scene, 24x7.

With damn near everything going wrong today, it has been one long day of screaming at the assholes over nearly every move. All these fake touches, having me blunder into things, having things constantly snag and hang up, and then the extended and unneeded forced afternoon nap. And now, no end of keystroke errors. I have had enough today.

08-27-2017
Sunday, and another day off; vineyard work is less demanding as one gets closer to harvest. With any luck, I can get another two weeks of work into September. After that, it is sporadic harvest jobs.

And what a night last night; they kept me awake while prone in bed and wanting to get to sleep for over four hours, in this slow "rotisserie" state, where some kind of invoked discomfort causes me to turn some. This time, about every 15 minutes for at least four hours. I suppose I got some sleep along the way, but it didn't seem like it. Short shrift for some 10 hours of prone time.

And what did they do to me in the night that has caused such pain to my rib cage and also into the back of it too? All day I have had a sore rib cage, most noticeable when bent over and more force is exerted upon it. No bruises or visible damage curiously, as they seem to treat me lightly for these kind of visible marks, unlike some TI's I know.

I was up for hiking today, to McIntyre Bluff, but was delayed by a road race on the highway. The ITU Multisport Championships were wrapping up today, and the perps like to keep me clueless as to what is going on. But what is it about the perps and them not allowing me to start a hike early? All my life I started hikes early, and ever since they invaded there is one thing after another that stops me from getting away any sooner than 1100h, and usually 1200h before I start the actual hike.

Anyhow, enough for a week, and onto posting this.

Family Day Holiday

02-11-2013
A battle with a pink warning bar that kept popping up in this here Blogger. Then a dialog box re-directing me to another server. No choice in that of course as what else was going to happen? The same warning bar popped up yesterday, though with the action link at the far right, and now it is to the left of this text.

Anyhow, a new statutory holiday was declared for the province of British Columbia, and it is [three more pink pop-ups without even making a keystroke; now a smoke alarm has gone off next door. Now thumping has erupted] called Family Day. Yep, a day off for the salaried folk, but not for me as the boss man has two 500L he wants emptied of wine and cleaned for his load of bulk wine that he bought from another vineyard. Soo... I was very busy today, doing cleaning of the recieving vessels, (stainless steel kegs), and then pumping the wine with this wretched pump that has to be filled with wine and the in/out hoses too, and only then it works (barely). The advance pump chamber filling and connected hose filling is called "priming"; always purchase a self priming pump to negate extra perp sabotage if nothing else.

The perp stunt of the day was to drop the head of the steaming cleaner into the keg and make it unretrievable so far. These kegs are 20lbs or so, and one has to arrange it upside down but still getting room to get one's fingers in the 2" wide mouth in attempting to retrieve the item. So far, no success as they keep confusing or confounding me as to where the end of this object is so can drop down into the mouth, and then I can pull it out. But somehow, I cannot get to the end of this object before it squirts sideways and out of my grasp. Understand this; it is an opaque stainless steel vessel vessel, and the perps can manipulate the object inside of it to foil me in attempting to retrieve it. I don't even get to see inside as it has to be propped up in the upside down position.

And pumping and blending white wine, then red, and a mess to clean up. What else is new?

The oven doesn't work on the stove, just the stovetop burners. The perps are delivering more refined fuckery after they took out the whole stove with a power circuit "failure" four days ago. And the manager isn't availible on the motel phone.

02-12-2013
Heavy red colored vehicle coverage tonight on my evening sojourn to the supermarket. Even a final red brake light show opposite to where I parked my vehicle at this here motel.

Some 800 liters of red wine arrived today, part of the boss' horse trading, ostensibly. But it "happens" to come from a vineyard of the person I worked for last year, three weekends or so at his personal property. When nothing is a coincidence in this orchestrated existence, this is makes it all the more curious. And the boss said I could take a bottle to try out. And for some reason I did not connect (read mind control) the number of red gangstalking vehicles with having a bottle of red wine in the vehicle.

A dude herd gathered outside my door just when I wanted to depart for grocery shopping tonight, some 10 min worth of male banter.

Then pounding and vibration tonight, at least six instances when sent into a quasi-nap that they wakened me from by my own snoring. The putative cause was running Fuckwits outside on the open walkway, but as this hasn't happened here before, it had to be very heavy Fuckwits and/or extra unconventional methods.

The fourth dude yap session has erupted outside my front door, presumably the smokers again.

02-13-2013
Internet connection hassles again; the digital cell service one night, then it goes kaput, so on with the local motel wi-fi and so it has alternated every night for the last three.

Yoga after work; kind of like a stakeout with about 15 women in place when I came early, and then the Fat Girls came in a few minutes after me. Worse yet, one Fat Girl parked herself in front of me and had capri pants on to reveal a L calf tattoo. Two Unfavoreds and the ongoing spectacle for the full class duration too.

And much like two weeks ago, my two parcel mailings arrived and I had some 10 min. to open them andreview the contents and go off to yoga and evaluate the contents some more. The UPS parcel should been delivered three days ago based on past experience, but it seemed the perps wanted a "double brown" event; two parcels from different carriers arriving on the same day.

Later I learned that one parcel was an amalgamation of two orders only 30 min. apart after the perps screwed my first order up, I made a second one. Even later, I learned that they had presented an order of two weeks ago in place of the order I thought was sabotaged. It was, but I had no idea that a whole prior order was swapped in its place. Nor was I allowed to figure it out at the time. I got billed shipping for two orders, and recieved them as one. And also perp skullduggery at work when I asked the UPS person who phoned for brokerage (ransom as it turned out), fee clearance if there was a second order I could also pay for. But no, she could not find it. Then the next day, UPS called again, and then told me that the brokerage fee was paid and the phone message was a mistake. I asked about a second parcel again, but as I wasn't given a tracking number, I was hooped.

All this fuckery over orders and shipments, begining with a spoofed email that had the wrong order presented to me. Then another order to get the items that I wanted, to then have me thinking all week about two orders were coming, but were amalgamated as one physical parcel, but billed separately. Got all that? And why this insane, petty and deranged fuckery over orders, shipments, extra phone calls, billing and delivery?

02-14-2013
Yapping dudes outside my door tonight, and at least six separate events. Three of the yapping dude events were timed exactly the same; after I got off the couch and did something else. Also on tonight is pounding and shaking this place as a leadfooted gangstalker goes by.

02-15-2013
Same deal; dude banter eruptions outside each time I get off my seat, then pounding and vibration mixed in too.

Yoga gangstalk again; a blonde from Washington State came for the class. A little unusual for an out-of-town visitor for yoga, but as the perps routinely arrange vehicles from out-of-province/state and have them sit in this motel parking lot there for weeks, I am not too surprised. And they put lithe cute girls around me in yoga today, a rare exception to the past trail of Fat Girls, tattoo-ed girls etc. Mind you, the instructor was balding, large gutted and male (three Unfavoreds). Perhaps the perps wanted to keep the instructor as the only Unfavored specimen in the class.

When I was walking to the yoga class they put on a bald male gangstalker at a restaurant who also popped out onto the street for me him to see him yet one extra time before I crossed the road at the traffic light. I suppose they were getting me bald male-ready before the class.

The mud flicked vehicle arrangements are a big deal of late, especially red vehicles in the evening sporting a fine film of soil on their vehicle. Those color games again with soil. And I took soil science way back when I did my forestry degree, and dug a few soil pits along the way. This past year I dug 200 holes for planting new vines at the vineyard I work in, and I suppose that fitted the perp abuse/research theme of soil/earth energetics study. As does their extensive stalking with petroleum carrying vehicles; e.g. fuel tankers, used oil pickup vehicles, heating fuel trucks etc.

And I see they put a soil flicked vehicle outside in the motel parking lot, as the first vehicle visible when coming down the stairs. This same parking stall had a way fugly flat deck trailer heaped with boxes under a brown tarp for a week or so. Thankfully it is gone, but its predecessor, a way fugly plywood walled trailer was moved to the entrance way and parked there. There is only so much fugly they want me to see at once it seems, and then every so often, a full out freak show erupts (fugly people as a subset of all things fugly).

02-16-2013
Saturday, and little initiative go outside, save the laundry room. I saw my hand towel had arrived back, the once pink, now lavender colored towel used exclusively for drying my eyeglasses each morning owing to accumulated scuzz each night. The two week experiment of using the motel's white towel for eyeglass cleaning has seemingly ended, though it may re-occur.

And diamond sharpening this afternoon that begat a 4x hacking dude outside my door while  I was using the newly aquired diamond lapping film to sharpen my hand pruners. That these lapping films are graded with a color code must also be interesting for the perps given their profound and abiding interest in me when sharpening any steel. Or even using a knife or scissors; I don't get why they are so berserk over cutting edges, cutlery, cut up objects etc. Surely they have invaded enough slaughterhouses and gathered all the needed data surrepticiously without hounding my ass for over ten years. Never mind that former human combat utilized swords, arrows etc before the days of electromagnetic pollution we now live in.

And lo, if the adhesive backed lapping film didn't have a "failure"; three different grades had their adhesive somehow not work while attempting to stick the film to a clean steel surface. (And we are talking about the three-em company products no less).That begat a trip to the supermarket late this evening to get contact cement and later glue down the film. And lo, if they didn't screw me yet again by having the glue consolidated into lumps under the flat film  that I couldn't get out and had to later scrape the glue off with Goo-Gone, another current product under intense perp scrutiny. More of the chemical ether perturbances I suppose, along with additional male banter outside, coughing and hacking and as a finale, shaking this suite from a supposed leadfooted Fuckwit outside.

02-17-2013
Another night of the couple chat from next door; the perps wake me up deep in the night while the seeming couple next door chat for some ten minutes and then put me into sleep again. They, both the couple and the perps, are so consistent on this, once per night for the last week at least.

An outing to get some food items brought on my vehicular gangstalking parade; three vehicles ahead and one behind all making the same L hand turn off the highwy as I did. And the vehicle cleaning bays were all busy with extra waiting vehicles behind them, the fourth interference/obstruction in four weekend days. Somehow the notion to have a try after work didn't come to mind in two weeks.

Some extra weirds were added on to sweep ahead of me and then return to loiter behind me to show off his shoulder badge, though not a LEO. This was to accompany me getting skunked (not finding what I was looking for) on my usual hemp seed that I purchase as they "happened" to be out of it for the first time in nine years that I have been using this particular brand. And as the perps skunked me on getting some two weeks ago for the last Wednesday in the month for 20% off, one can be sure this gangstalker vignette was planned to the microsecond. Not to mention that my cashier "happened" to be coming by when I when I placed the one and only cooked chicken in my shopping basket. And lo, if she wasn't the only available cashier as I skedaddled after the weird was coming for a third gangstalking pass. Such is shopping, like a fugitive. Or, as a certain album title suggests, "a prisoner in diguise".

And a mud-flicked B-train (trailer and pup trailer) gasoline tanker truck ran a late yellow light to make a L hand turn to then lead me for three driving minutes to the highway. I say bullshit on this one, being a Sunday today.

All my efforts to get the blu-ray player to play a disc on the in-suite TV came to naught; the TV recognizes the HDMI cable source but won't display the playing disc. Such is this existence being totally fucked down to every last endeavor, even turning a page in a book can become a rageified experience. Though of late, they perps have me complain/rage (when they let me) in a hoarse whisper to keep the pretense of disturbing the neighbor's peace. All being gangstalkers of course.

Another round of emo-trashing tonight while watching the 60 Minutes piece on the Africa Mercy Ship. I knew it would be full of freakish disease pics as well as negroes, so I listened instead. And still the perps made me feel emotional about it which isn't like me at all, even if I had been watching it. I wouldn't feel a thing if they hadn't interfered with me.

And "blonde-washing" on the TV news tonight; they bleach the newdesk color out to about half of normal, only when the darling blonde woman is the anchor. Later they overlay horizontal banded lines from the previous ski conditions scene over her face.

And having worn headphones for parts of the day, the perps now plant the suggestion that I am still wearing them. So on they go and I now get to listen to music while putting this together.

Onto posting this as another violated day closes.

Switch Operation Harassment

09-06-2012
And why is it that I am not allowed to operate a simple on-off switch? The last monitor had a plain on-off switch and the perps would either pull my finger off as I was about to depress it, or else bugger the switch so it didn't work after being depressed. This insane abusive fuckery went on at least once per day for the last three months at the old place. That is where it first erupted on a daily basis, though this kind of fuckery has been going on with less frequency since 04-2002 when I was first aware of this abusive hell I am cast into. So..., a new monitor and a new place, almost coincident to the day, except that the old monitor had to be installed first as a prior test for this new IPS LCD. Then a week later, why, the perps are harassing me the same way; pulling my finger off just as I touch it but don't depress it. They have yet to apply their switch malfunction games, but give them another week. Just another example of the functional decomposition games that go on.

Another day of vineyard work, getting the grape clusters freely suspended if they are merged into larger clusters or if hung up on an occluded shoot or leaf petiole. I am the only vineyard worker at present, so it is a little daunting as it takes a day to do a row. I got sent on some other errands on the property after coffee break, so I missed out on optimum tanning time in the vineyard, as they "pulled a cloud" over the sun for the afternoon. You read that correctly if you are a new reader; sunlight irradiation is a HUGE aspect of this harassment-nonconsensual human experimentation abuse, so they wanted me out of the vineyard for two hours or so while doing watering jobs for the vegetable garden, landscaping and vineyard roses. The sun was out finally, after early cloud cover. The forecast called for sunny, and no clouds today, and we got much more the the latter. It was only 22C at 1500h, a far cry from a week ago.

So.., after getting blocked yet again by the cleaning lady loitering in my house access area, I did not fill up my water bottle and proceeded to do vineyard work. I think it is 8 of 8 occurences on Wednesdays that the mid-50's tattooed cleaning lady "happens" to be in the lower house portion where I enter a room and go the adjacent washroom, anytime from 1000h to 1200h (noontime). And sometimes she brings an attractive young miss as a helper, and lo, if I don't encounter her too, though a lot better to look at. One time a young blonde woman was in the room as I entered, as I "needed" to get to the work log just then, and she "just happened" to be coming the opposite direction. Last week it was a thin black haired girl who said "hello" as I was passing through the adjacent corridor. She drove a late model white BMW, not the usual house cleaner's wheels. Whatever; I have given up on rational analysis of the comings and goings of the containment-scape in which I exist.

I got the phone music player working to play my Eva Cassidy playlist while working in the vineyard in the afternoon, and that was close to blissful as it gets. And lo, if the aircraft noises didn't start up, followed by 2 cycle engine noises of adjacent ATVs in other vineyards. Same as last time (last week) I play my favorite music. No helicopters today for some curious reason. Though the STRATCOM high altitude aircraft were busy laying down their background noise, and contrailing the sky. Putzing with cloud formations started early and culminated in the high overcast of the afternoon. Back to the above mentioned "pulling a cloud"; there has been a long consistent pattern of clouds coming from nowhere, or longitudinal clouds turning 90 degrees inside of a minute or so, and many other weather anomalies that seem to erupt just at key moments in this harassment, that weather manipulation is a given in my circumstances, as one of the more abused TI's that I know of. I am quite sure that they don't pull weather games for all TI's, but it seems for me, under non-stop gangstalker patrol, that weather games are routine. Not forgetting that us earthbound plebians have discovered weather engineering and yet so little is done about it. Trevor James' work is groundbreaking (here and here and here), and yet largely unknown.

I stopped in at the grocery store on the way back from work for hemp seed as I "happened" to forget last week for the big once-per-month sale they have. The parking lot was staked out with greyscale colored vehicles, all lined up against the building. I had to park nearby as all the building-adjacent parking stalls were occupied. I enter, and some sentry woman in black is standing over the plastic baskets and isn't moved to step back when I reach for one. In other words, positioned to be almost in the way, and not budging an inch. Not exactly a greeter, an not pretending to be one. About five seconds later on my way to the back of the store, the perps flash a picture of one of my former swimming team lane mates who went on a year sabbatical like at least 8 of them did over that 9 year span. And of course the perps have blanked out her name from recall, not that I would mention it  on this blog, but it has become this evening's recall bugbear. (That is, a planted notion of a memory "failure" (read, remotely invoked blank out), that often goes on for the whole evening, sometimes a day or two).

Another gangstalker was positioned exactly over the one place I was to go, so I had to get something else instead. The store was totally out of the regular cheese I buy as well. Later at the checkout this long haired 6'2" mid-fifties male is loitering around, doing pretend shopping. And lo, it was the same Fuckwit who was loitering at the checkout (obviously so) at a hardware store when the perps pulled a six members ahead checkout obstruction stunt. That was the Saturday, and today Wednesday; so why don't these strange checkout loitering dudes (mostly) get a freaking day job and leave me alone? Strangely, for a older male, he didn't have a gut hanging out in front. The perps have been heavy on "gut stalking", aka, planting obese gangstalkers around me in the last two weeks, though most have been female for whatever reason.

09-06-2012
Vineyard work al day, alone. I am thinning and placing the grape bunches to hang freely. Much of the grape clusters hang up on stems and leaves, or else merge into a bunch of of bunches. Those dreamy pics of grape clusters means that someone went in and arranged them, otherwise they become so entangled.

Lots of music listening today, and I noticed fixed wing aircraft when switching artists (four on the day). And when listening to Jann Arden for four songs they stopped the playlist and I was obliged to listen to someone else. What was that all about? Barely warm at 23C, though enough to go in shorts alone.

09-07-2012
Sunny all day long, though cooler, 23C or so. more shirt off and shorts on time in the vineyard. the perps like me to look down to get wire ties from my tool belt, and in doing so, see my more than ample gut they have imposed (IMHO). The reason I say that is no matter what I do, from halving my food intake to engaging in exercise, my gut will not go down. If starting farmwork anew at the begining of the season, my legs will shape up but my gut won't. Regular readers will know that the majority of the over 40's male gangstalkers have a gut protruding from their front, and they like me to see it, both head on and in profile. As always, if I cannot stand the sight of fat folk, why is it that I am being pursued by this very Unfavored sight?

The perps did something I consider strange; I should of finished this particular row of vines for bunch placement and thinning inside of four hours, but instead it took all the working day (eight hours). I cannot figure out why it went so slow when I was busy all the time. Sure, there were hundreds of second by second imposed adversities like finger fumbling and grasping sabotage, but I sense this was different, kind of an imposed slowness but not being allowed to know it.

They ran down the battery in my Android phone so no music to listen to today. which is usually the case, as they like to give me "fallow time" after extended music play. And too, they like to pump song snippets into mind from the prior day.

And why is getting a booking for vehicle service such a hassle, one with a she-he tag team it seems. I give all the particulars to a woman in service, and then she says she will phone me back in a few minutes with a booking for the loaner car. Like WTF; surely you can do it all in one call. No call back in a few minutes so I leave the phone alone, About two hours later, I get back to my phone and have a message to call a male at the service department. I return his call, and he is taking at least 15 minutes extra for lunch based on when he said he would be back. Later I call and get the same male, and he makes some excuse up about needing to go over the items I mentioned, so he does. I ask him about a loaner car and he says no problem, Wednesday next week (four working days later). So what was the big deal over getting this she-then-he tag team to go over the same items, and then the excuse from the she needing to get back to me to book a loaner car when the he could do it in the same call?

Per above she-he dialog, I sometimes get cashiers swapping in for the one who initially accepted my items, and lo, if many aren't she-then-he shows. Not forgetting the perps are absurdly beserk anytime I engage in financial transactions, so this would be prime Fuckwit games time.

09-08-2012, Saturday
I am a Mon.-Fri. vineyard worker this year, and it still feels strange to have weekends off compared to other agricultural jobs. A legs waxing this morning, and in combination with being tanned, they look great if I say so myself. I had plenty of errands to do after the appointment, and getting skunked at the 6 bay carwash as it "happened" to be busy at 1100h.  Then before that, I got skunked at Staples as they "happened" to be out of magzine boxes, the kind that are folded from cardboard flats. The perps then forced me to take a piss at the in-store washrooms, and my did the prior person stink the joint out. Real bad, and I was glad to get out there. The desk lamps were too pricey, or at least, that was the predominant ideation, though the LD store didn't have anything appropriate either. That leaves that freakshow and gangstalk nexus, Walmart as the only alternative apart from online sources. After last week's events, detailed in the prior blog posting, I am reluctant to go there ever again.

The legs waxing is at a local training school, and it was at their new location in the heart of downtown Penticton, next to a tattoo parlor. But I didn't make any mistake in finding the place, even if the receptionist had this tattoo on her R. shoulder that would come into view as she leaned forward. That she was in a bare shouldered top aided the not-at-first fugly tattoo exposure. She was a big girl I could see as she was seated, and then when the perps had me look down at her ample hips, I then realized she was a very big girl. So two Unfavored exposures in one person, a tattoo and an obese condition, and curiously, both weren't entirely evident at first, only after she either moved or my gaze was directed to see more. Fortuneately, I got to sit down and read some of O Magazine in the waiting area. I was told J--- would be my esthetician, but when this young girl in a white jacket came up, she introduced herself as E---. These name/person switcheroos are now very common since the perps went overt/beserk on me in 04-2002 and outed themselves as a beligerent and malevolent force in charge of my circumstances every mortal instant. But there is no question the perps manage my library of names and faces and also withold introductions althogether to the point of painting the host as a total rude-ass. And too, gratuitous name dropping is common; in the course of the leg wax treatment J--'s name was mentioned at least twice for me to overhear as part of the managerial banter that normally goes on with a busy establishment. And too, E--'s name was mentioned at least four time for me to overhear, as it seemed her next appointment was going to be transferred to J---. I don't know who J-- is, but I heard the name plenty enough, and it is all very curious as to why the perps must totally jerk me around with no introductions or else have me overhear names of those I do or don't know. Go figure, another considerable aspect to the abuses of the Fourth Reich.

A very sunny morning, and lo, after I had lunch, why, high cloud cover "happened" to come over and stay for the afternoon. It was still bright enough to start tanning, but they turned down the light level after an hour, so it was on with pruning some of the excessive overgrown landscape plants at this suburban property I live at. It is part of the deal for rental of this suite; I do property maintenance work at $15/ hour applied to the monthly rent. But it is not totally elective; if I stop doing my assigned duties then the rental agreement indicates that I must move out. Both good and bad; I get to shave down the rent, but I have something over my head that I must attend to. I can see how this can be exploited by the perps, say, if they were to break my foot or some other injury or condition, I am obliged to move yet again.

But of interest, it is the first time they have allowed me to live at a location where I attend to the grounds and landscaping. For the prior ten years when I lived in Victoria where my perp abetting parents live, I had my own place (they weren't allowed to have me stay with them, even if there was room), and I would visit my parent's place to do grounds maintenance, e.g. create compost piles (a perp favorite event given the amount of aircraft would over fly then, noise and all), prune plants, weeding, fix wire mesh fences to stop or curtail deer invasion and browsing, pick up pine cones, rehab mounded areas to then make contiguous with the remainde of the property etc. The only thing I didn't do was cut the lawn; my mother had this shabby outfit come each week of the growing season and fret over their poor service. So.... this is a big advance in the perp nonconsensual human research agenda; having me live at the same location where I do gardening and landscape maintenance. The past three months I lived in the wretched shared house, a suburban house and lot too, but I had no landscaping duties, largely because it was a weed-scape, save the front yard. The only thing I did for property maintenance was to help out in putting the clothesline up. Sooo... after ten years of intense and insane abuse, which included making me relocate my residence six times, the assholes now allow me to live and do (limited) garden maintenance activities at the same location. How fucking charitable.

And to continue on this theme of plant and landscape activities, they first allowed to work again in 2008 on farms, picking bulbs, harvesting crops (fruits and vegetables), aiding harvest machines, planting plants and now viticulture work in 2012. In other words, I have been run (or allowed) to take on successively greater plant maintenance duties a locations I would commute to, but until now, not where I live. And to go full circle on this, the last property I owned was a six acre farm, where I of course, took on substantial plant maintenance duties. (And we also had alpaca animals). Which begs the question, where is this all leading. (Question mark is now fucked on this normally reliable Topre keyboard). Do I get to own a vineyard next and work there too. Not on farmworkers hourly rates with farmwork visa-ed Mexicans as the competition. (Apostrophe mark is now fucked).

As always, noise is arranged at the moment I prune vines or shrubs, and today it was drive-by traffic going up this hill outside. It seems every dude in a pickup truck must now modify the muffler to make it sound extra loud, grating and downright horrid. And then of course, is assigned to drive by at excessive speeds to ensure maximum noise output. Them, and the dreaded HD motorcycle noise. I thought Labor Day would mark the end of this particular noise onslaught, but no, there are plenty of them here. April 2012 was the month this noise source erupted and got to me nearly continuously every minute when I lived in the motel unit from January to the end of May. At the last shared house, in quiet suburbia, and not a thoroughfare, why, six neighbors in the one block had HD motorcycle noise associations-activities inside of the first three weeks I lived there, not to mention the sudden build-up of ones passing through.

09-09-2012
Sunday, yoga -15 women there, no men, and I was late and almost all were in place, including that dreaded woman with tattoos down her arm and onto her chest. Fucking awful it is, and lo, if my next door mat mate didn't have one on her ankle. The blonde instructor was way cute, and the perps made sure to transfer my gaze from her to the tattoo case much more than natural.

After yoga, I set off ot acquire garden twine, as it the recycle garden debris day tomorrow. I got screwed around on getting garden twine, twice in one store with the redshirt staff. Extensive red vehicle gangstalking, likely as the build up to cleaning my vehicle at the car wash today, with the pink foam coming out of the cleaning brush.

Chicken Run today, with these ridiculous acts that kept tailing me around the store, reprising in turns, like a deranged tag team. Couldn't get out of there fast enough.


Sharpening pruners, then great onsets of motorcycle noise, performance muffler noise etc when I picked up the long handle (red) pruners and began to take them apart to sharpen the battered blade. Not that I battered the blade, but other knife blades are also getting hacked up of late from no conventional source as I take the utmost care to ensure the blades are guarded to ensure they stay sharp.  But as the perps like me to sharpen blades and trim metal surfaces, especially with the diamond grit hones, it makes sense for them to keep dulling knife and pruner blades.

Reprise dreams of police shooting individuals in a vehicle were vivid after awakening twice in the night. And it is an all time first as I never had the same unsettling dream repeat in the night, ever.

Rain in the night, and lo, if the assholes didn't remind me that the windows were open for daytime heat escape, so I was out there in my rain coat to deal with that. Funny how I was awakened just for that too.

09-11-2012
Busy today helping the carpenter out on deck building instead of vineyard work. As I am the only vineyard employee, the work isn't getting done. It is the arranging of the bunches so they are free hanging and not stuck on wires, leaves or shoots and are not merged into a mega-bunch like so many are. Too small bunches are also getting clipped off.

I best get this posted and keep this blog on a weekly format.

Scisors and Razors

1045h
Last evening's unusal and early restlessness has a plan behind it. They had me do another nut shave, the second in two days when it has been a once per week event. And too, they had me shave halfway down my upper thighs as their avowed campaign to have me with hairless legs. They have been harping on this for a few weeks now, and I resisted it as it wasn't for me because I have no one to shave for or otherwise display myself. Now they have me looking at my arm hair, all still brown, none of it grey, and are indicating that they want this shaved off too. Next comes the waxing for regions I cannot reach say they. And when that is all done, why, they want me to go to the clothing optional lake in this region. They had me going there in 2003 and 2004, and being quite relaxed about it when I had never wanted to go to such places before. The weather is finally improving, the farm work is temporarily stopped, and my mother is flying to the UK on Tuesday for two weeks, so there is my vehicle access to accomplish this all. But one can never be sure that all this is going to unfold, though the partial leg shaving last night suggests they are following their stated (read, planted notions) objectives over body hair.

Interesting, the vision problems reported by other TI's:

Here is another one I'm having trouble with, and that is my eye problems.  I think that during one of the earlier years of my targeting, during what I would call 'the terror', before I knew that there were many targets, before I met Deb - I experienced a 'light show', which I believe were lasers.

Since then I have discovered loss of vision centrally due to glaucoma, an inherited disease.  However, with open angle glaucoma, people generally lose peripheral vision, while I have lost central vision.  My eye specialist accepted this, however, she did NOT understand a mysterious blind spot in the exact centre of my vision in my right eye...and sent me to the Vancouver Specialized Eye Clinic, run jointly by the Vancouver General Hospital and the University of British Columbia.

While being examined there for 2 hours...believe me it was tiring, they could NOT explain the mysterious blind spot in my RIGHT eye - asking me if I suffered from malnutrition, something I do not think likely.  Their confusion about this spot was evident to me.

They did, however, discover a THIRD eye disease..CLOSED ANGLE GLAUCOMA..an extremely dangerous disease which, left untreated, could cause blindness with hours.   I am having laser surgery for this disease on June 21st...both eyes one at a time..within a short period of time.  While I feel lucky that they discovered this THIRD eye problem, I find it hard to believe that one person could have 3 eye diseases at the same time, especially being a ti.

After the surgery, I will STILL have open angle glaucoma, and the mysterious blind spot in my right eye.

While I doubt I shall be going through this whole explanation on film...I wonder how many other ti's have experienced eye problems that are, well mysterious in nature.

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Sometimes I go blind momentarily..and sometimes blindness last as long a 2 mins. Many times this is accompanied with a strobe light in my eye that is semi circular zig zag effect. A weird non painful sensation precedes my blindness, the blindness last from a few seconds to  2 mins. The semi-circular zig zag strobe effect can last up to an hour before it stops. I can see this zig zag strobe even when I close my eyes.
I have experienced the strobe light for 8 years...the periods of blindness is recent..this last year or so.

For my part, I get transient vision attacks, a few seconds or so, some double vision stunts, and my eyeglasses getting scuffed with a translucent coating each evening (usually). One other full time vision jerkaround is the perps pixellizing my mid-distance peripherial vision, staircasing the edges of things, something that is outside of the normal human experience, disease or not. I also routinely get red flashes in both eyes when I put shirts and sweaters on or when towelling my face dry, but no persistent conventional disease sourced/attributed vision hacking. My in-town brother lost an eye when he was about two years old, and I can only assume in a total perp managed household that they pulled this stunt too. So it seems important to the perps to have every last retinal rod and cone cell in one's eyes governed as a speculation as to what interests them about TI's vision.

And of interest, following last night's shaving, they had me wrap presents and cut ribbon this morning, getting parcels ready for my daughter's 21st birthday in three days time. As mentioned in many past blogs, the perps have a total obsession over scissors, knives and all cutting activities, in the kitchen, bathroom or elsewhere, no matter what the material is, organic (food, body hair) or other (paper, ribbon). And I am sure it helped them that I was standing at the table, which was crotch height, cutting wrapping paper with scissors. Then, they had me go out to the LD store, as somehow I "forgot" to get ribbons and labels yesterday when acquirig the wrapping paper and card. And too, they also had me "forget" these items two days ago when at the specialty paper and card shop, getting skunked on finding a card and decent wrapping paper, and having my outside sentry gangstalker woman follow me into the store and tail me while in there. They like to have gangstalkers arranged in the store at the location of me not finding what I was looking for.

And today, while at the LD store, I got skunked on Gillette Foamy shaving cream for the second time in three days, the particular kind that I use for sensitive skin (no perfumes in it). A lithe woman was there on standby/stalking duty, and when I arrived at the chocolate section, why, a 280lb squat woman was loitering around there, as I got "skunked" on getting Milka milk chocolate. In fact, I got mind-fucked as I would of recalled from three days ago that I cleaned them out of stock, and that it takes weeks, if not months, for them to re-stock this item going by past experience. (Best deal on chocolate that is locally availble). And lo, if the digusting overweight woman didn't tail me to the checkout and get a little to close as I was using my debit card, and having me block her from attempted reading of it, as I get this bullshit too from time to time.

1250h
The overhead pounding stereo noise, the loudest in thi building to date, started up as I was taking a piss immediately after bookmarking a web page that reviewed open source media players. Interesting that the perps are so interesting in me bookmarking all these years, starting with their overhead "ker-chunk" noise that occured at my apartment and then at the worksite when in on a weekend bookmarking sites.

Then the overhead pounding stops, so I put my earmuffs to cancel out all the other noise, and lo, if the stereo noise doesn't start up again when the earmuffs are on. Then a repeat of this nonsense, so I will have to tough this one out, as it seems that the sound level is adjusted to be heard by my ear at the same volume, no matter if there are other noises that would ordinarily drown the stereo noise out, or if the earmuffs which would at least attenutate the volume.

Then sudden sleepiness overcame and I had a nap for an hour, woke up, looked at the time and then went back to nap for another 45 minutes. I didn't need the sleep at all, but it seems these post lunch naps require an interim visit to the internet for 10 minutes or so, before taking me down.

1645h
Overhead pounding from an apparent loud and deep bass stereo has just started up, being heard through my earmuffs. So, I take them off as they aren't doing anything to protect me as the same noise volume is maintained, on or off. Earlier, (per above, pre-nap), they pulled this, and after taking the earmuffs off they started up an annoying faucet whine as if from an adjacent neighbor. It seemed they were prepared with an alternate noise, and then they added throbby motorcycle noises. And the overhead noise is getting louder and something is vibrating in response to it, part of the "warm up" for dinner maybe. I am eating home canned salmon for the first time in many months, and perhaps that is what has the perps cranked up, before and after mealtimes. This is aided by the fact that I am off work again, as it would be problematic to take this food item if I was doing farm work.

1730h
The overhead pounding ceased before having dinner, but I do expect it to come back again after a certain digestion duration. These noises seem to be some kind of reference set, and they hound me over the day with the same one, or something like it.

And an example of the daily adverse crumb games, no fewer than 10x/day, often 30x. I had more canned salmon for dinner, eating carefully as I do to ensure no mess, and if there is some, I clean it up with my fingers at the table. I finished cleaning the dishes and pass by the table again, to find a wet crumb of salmon that somehow arrived there. I pick it up with my finger and after a few seconds it leaps off onto the floor. I pick it up again and put my hand over the garbage to release it and it lands on a prominent white background of a chocolate bar wrapper. I flick the wrapper to disloge it finally. I get hundreds of crumb eruptions a day, especially when eating chocolate, and had to stop eating bread (all of one slice per day) because of the crumb inundation that would erupt from it. This was the same gluten free bread I had eaten for over 7 years, and this "crumb problem" started up, creating noise on hitting the plate and the crumbs finding their way onto the table surface somehow. This was solved by having a breakfast tortilla instead, a small one to serve as a vehicle to eat peanut butter and jam. Though now, they have me eat coconut butter, expensive as it is, as they have upped the incidence of "peanut butter gangstalkers", males wearing peanut butter colored work pants that seem to be all the rage of the blue collar set. Go figure.

2240h
Reading tonight, the CKLN series on mind control research, and it was the presentation of, and interview with, of Dr. Colin Ross that was the most fascinating. He has, by way of FOIA requests, made substantial progress in determining that there was militiary/secret service sponsored mind control in WW II, and even finding a suggestion of Manchurian Candidates in on WW I. The latter isn't too much of a surprise to me, having read Europe's Last Summer and how that debacle began. It seems there were certain parties who wanted war, and used the assassination of the Archduke and his wife as an excuse. When one reads, or is it only a TI perspective, the seeming improbable odds of how the disorganized assassin  ended up meeting his quarry, and how coicidences seem to be managed, most TI's would assume it to be a fix. However, we are a jaded bunch.

And time to wrap this one up and call it over. A dull day, save one trip to the LD store and the Unfavoreds that tailed me there.

Back To Dulldom

06-02-2011
1035h
I am a little wiped out today after a near 12 hour stint moving the boss' son's household for the third consecutive day. Then he tells me when driving me to the bus stop that there is no more work for a week or longer after I asked him about the next day. (He told me two days earlier there was a week's worth of work ahead, which encouraged me to purchase a bus pass for all of June). Naturally, some of my rain gear was still at the farm, so I will have to retrieve it in the next few days.  Part of yesterday's work was to cut the overly long lawn at his old house, and then again at his new house. Naturally, the lawnmower acted up with starting problems, cut grass blockages and then a one hour separation in getting the cutter blade height re-set as he needed a drill to pull the screw out that held the adjustment lever/linkage in place. Half the lawn at the old house was scalped down to brown at the lower setting, and then when the blade height was reset, the remainder of the lawn came out green. And of course this provided an excuse to mat cut grass on the soles of my socks, it somehow getting in a tight boot fit and under my foot. So, more grass clippings survived the laundering, needing to be removed from other items in the laundry load. The perps have a total sabotage effort/research program over cut lawns, which might be related to that of the larger picture, anything that is cut with a steel blade, from food, threads, fabric etc. Just to think I have a cheapo mandoline with a ceramic blade, purchased a year ago, and the perps are still at their blade cutting research games.

A three load laundry morning, which is very unusual, but it seems the perps wanted me to mix three different loads in one serial session; work clothes with added spot remover on one item and the spots of no known possible source. But first a towel load, all three regular use towels, and in characteristic form the assholes spotted the last towel with blood from no known source, a half inch diameter spot, and it didn't come from me, not even the pimple re-bleed excuse this time. Blood from nowhere last night, too late for laundering, that somehow stayed red until this morning. I had just removed the towel from its stored shelf location in the morning, and had a post-work shower last night when these large blood spots "showed up" from nowhere, and not me. Normally the perps inflict small lesions on me or perturb pimples as the ostensible cause, but this time, a first, is to have blood arrive from nowhere.

And above laundry sabotage also got changed up, forcing me to use the 8th floor for the first time, also with a dryer with plastic vanes in the drum. The usual 6th floor (where I live) laundry room isn't workable owing to a dryer that backs up with water cascading down the door, the laundry staying moist even after an hour. The new manager blew me off, but I see others with the same problem. This is a dryer with pressed metal lobes on the inside of the drum. Then in the last month the 7th floor laundry room, dryer at least, was used, it having plastic vanes on the inside of the drum. Though today, for the first time, it was backed up with laundry and that had me seek out the 8th floor laundry room, which has been vacant, save my three loads this morning.

In the high Fuckover days of 2005 to 2006, in a different residential tower, they had the laundry rooms every two floors. It was a building that seemed to be vacated entirely,except for the odd and obvious gangstalkers, some from my 1979 UBC forestry class no less, pretending not to know me. The laundry was problem enough that I took it to a laundromat that I could drive to, and get it done quicker than the jerkarounds with finding the laundry facilities in use or in disrepair. But then the laundromat shut its doors, and I began to use the facilities in the buildings. Not only was the gangstalking overt in the laundry room, but they also had them tied up, forcing me to go from the 4th floor where I lived up to the 12th floor to find an availible laundry room. This multi-floor "hunt the availble laundry facilities" game went on for months, nearly every time, and in mid-2006 they jerked me out of there to a boarding house. This place had no laundry room, so I would lug it all in a duffel bag three blocks to a laundromat. After some seven months of that, I was allowed to move back into a suite again, and I am still here at present with no plans to move. Which goes to show the perps need me to do my laundry on differing floors of a residential tower as part of their sabotage games on this front. Some of the most mundane things are the most intensely stalked, monitored and sabotaged.

A nut shave last night to the usual external sounds of 12" concrete ceiling/floor being pounded from above, to excessive elevator noise from the hallway, and even some extra loud stereo music. And it seems the perps are on this campaign to have me shave my legs for crissakes, even taking an extra swath off the top of my leg. I would imagine they will go for a incremental advance of instilling the leg shaving "habit", in razor width increments every few weeks. Such is how they operate, creating ever more step-wise increments, something like a book's pages being read. This is a busy day with the above mentioned three laundry loads, and at least four errands to do outside once this is done, and lunch in my tummy.

Other ongoing disruption this week has been to have me use my alternate backpack, one that hasn't been used for over 12 years. It was from my Oracle Open World attendence in 1996 when I co-authored a paper presented there. It is black, with some yellow details on in, including a 3"x3" yellow label, and has been messed with as the black fabric somehow got changed into grey on the top. The pack has been stored in closets and boxes all these years, and "somehow" they faded out the color in the threads themselves. Given the games that are going on over shades of black colors of late, including a patch (glossy deep black) on my ass of my work pants (matte black with greyed out ripstop nylon knee patches), the sabotage in the alternate backpack isn't too surprising.

1640h
Vacuuming and church bells, very unusual for a Thursday in the latter case. They have their bell ringing practice on Tuesday evenings, not Thursday afternoons. Now, overhead clunking has started up just to add to the noisescape that is so highly managed for me (it seems). And as mentioned, vacuum cleaners seem to have some kind of properties they wish to add into the picture; I get no end of "suck trucks" coursing about me or crossing my path, and it is a favorite practice of the perps to add in a
vacuum cleaner into the scene around me.

1835h
An earlier trip of two blocks to downtown was quite the insane gangstalking scene. They wanted to pass me on the R side as much as possible and positioned their Fuckwits to force this, or have them come straight at me, and have me dodge around them. The oblivious act is getting very thin, as this town seems to suddenly have so many who are walking about pretending not to notice their sidewalk egress obstruction stunts. They even had one orange shirted Fuckwit run straight at me on the crosswalk, and as soon as the "flight or fight" alarm bells went off for me the Fuckwit stopped running. I have seen so many silly street running gangstalkers that I cannot count them all up, but running straight at me got my attention real fast and I was getting ready for a physical alteraction until he adroitly stopped some 10' away and reverted to walking.

And what is with the E bound orange colored backpack stalkers? Two yesterday with the idential orange colored backpacks, one block apart, both E. bound. This was after I got off the bus, and the second one was utterly rude in getting in my way and crossing my path 4' in front of me, all timed to perfection by keeping the pedestrain control lights on for longer so the Fuckwit could get in close while I was waiting at the corner. Then today, a slightly different color orange male backpacker was doing on/off loiter duty while E. bound, some 40' away.

And another skunk at the card shop, and no wrapping paper either. Two women were posted outside, one looking straight forward like a sentry, the other one attending to a purse of something, having just exited. So, I get to pass between them, and lo, if the sentry woman doesn't tail me in and arrive in the aisle behind me, pretending to look busy. The music in the store suddenly got static on their sound system and it took at least three whole minutes before they did something. Out of there, having been skunked there before, but I wasn't allowed to recall that until afterward. What is it about cards and wrapping paper and screwing me around in finding some that the perps find so interesting?

Then onto the dry cleaners to deal with the pen leak sabotage that erupted in my day pack. As mentioned, I have been going all week with the alternate backpack, and was approaching the drycleaners when two men, 20' apart, dressed in identical white uniforms came into view,  both E. bound, one at the traffic light and the Phillipino male with a deep grey hoodie on jaywalking in mid block opposite the drycleaners. When I get inside I am the only customer, and after providing the details, the granny cashier tells me that the manager will bring out my pack. Then comes a large gutted male and he props himself at the next, though vacant, customer countertop station. And lo, if the manager doesn't deliver the pack in its plastic drycleaning bag in front of him for crissakes, and not to me. Talk about a total setup to get the Fuckwit/perp closer to my pack than me. Anyhow, I get out of there, and lo, if the MIW (Man In White) hasn't re-crossed the street and is now 10' in front of me in his disgusting stupid white uniform, with crimped long reddish hair (4x Unfavored). Then he continues to cross the street in front of me, effectively in lead-ahead gangstalking mode, so I decline to follow him and make an extra loop to avoid this dumbshit act. The perps have been laying on extra white pant wearing male gangstalkers of late, but this total MIW act was absurd.

2020h
A trip to LD this evening to get gift wrap and a birthday card for my duaghter's 21st next week. Another skunk, as in finding nothing suitable. Then to get more shaving cream, and none of it was there, even if one of Gillette's big selling lines. Then a third skunk on not finding spray-on bandage, the second time there for that, so it wasn't wholly expected. And as befits a post-nut shave day, the gangstalking inanity was out in force, starting with my regular apartment gangstalker in lead-ahead mode, preceding me out the door and to the street corner. Then the silliness began, with a police volunteer vehicle blowing a red light to make a right turn at speed, some 12' in front of me and not a personal danger.

Then it was the crotch grasping male stalker, outside at first, then a stare-at-me-for-no-reason fuck in the store and then again at the checkout. Then to the chocolate section where they allowed me to purchase Milka bars two days ago, and another gangstalking parade there, with one mother daughter team doing a dance routine to no music in the aisle nearby. I looked at them like they were screaming bonkers, but they must of known this and were both looking down as I passed by these Fuckwits. Another two were nearby when I grabbed a stack of 8 Milka bars, and then immediately following another two arrived to slow down egress out of the aisle. Then to the checkouts where they were backed up with one cashier open. Then to the movies section like last time to kill some time to see if they were going to open a till, but no. I go to customer service which acts as a checkout, and lo, if it wasn't my backwards ballcapped long haired semi-vagrant male dude who was gangstalking me earlier, holding up the cashier with an extended inquiry about the flyer, and waving some brown 100's in his hand at length. The mother of the above mentioned aisle dance act also arrived for a reprise stalking, making out she needed some information. A skeezy dude in a fedora was looking at his cell phone some 10' away, pretending to be cool. It seems the perps get no end of mileage from proximate Fuckwits on their cell-phone LCD or netbook wherever I go. Apparently he was waiting for a staff member, also bearing some paper, and the word "transaction" was allowed to be overheard. Finally I get some service, just 8 Milka bars, and this time he didn't ask if I was looking for something that I didn't find like they always do. A lead-ahead black and white dressed woman gangstalker was in front of me, holding me up from walking faster until I could see around the corners. And when out on the street, why, a Milka lavender coated woman holding hands with a man in a black and white outfit. Then when arriving at the apartment lobby, the door was propped open by one of those infernal motorized wheelchairs with the woman occupant standing in the doorway, finally making some room for me, all to have the associated Asian dude blocking one third of the doorway, and he didn't find the politeness to move out of the way. And so ends a brief chapter that lasted all of 15 minutes to get one item as it turned out.

Anyhow, enough activity for one day, and onto putzing in the evening, and hoping the upgrade to Firefox 4 wasn't a jerkaround like upgrades usually are. It seemed real important to the perps that I do this before heading to the LD store for whatever reason.

2110h
More screwing around with Paypal tonight, after last night's obstruction of updating my existing account. A new email address was started, and I really didn't want another one. It seems the perps like me to flip between two emails now, just to add to the whole scene.