1440h
After yesterday's three attempts to order pot lids online without getting gouged by shipping charges, only to get blanked out web pages with the critical buttons missing, the assholes have me infuriated again, this time over acquiring software that they might not like me to have. I want to back this PC up online at a remote location, and I keep getting install errors. I tried this two weeks before with Carbonite, but that wouldn't connect to the internet and I was fucked. Now, using another service for which I have already paid $54, I now have to beat on them to figure out what the fucking problem is. Sounds like yesterday all over again.
It is the month for software upgrades via online transaction; Winzip, backup and the antivirus software will be due in a week. Don't ask why this is important to the tormentors, but I suspect it isn't a conicidence, after being fucked over in July this year (2009) when all the 2008 photos disappeared off my PC and weren't in the Windows Recycle Bin either. One of those file reorganization tasks that suddenly went strange when I looked at the list from a dialog box. Some 500 pictures went missing, and that was before I moved any. And I have long wanted to get a remote backup service, and finally they let me get on with installing the needed backup software now at this "Annual Software Install Convergence" time. And plenty of clunking and noise while I scream at them for yet another stall out on loading software, not to mention the myriad of "typing errors" as I write this.
1525h
Still no relief from the software glitch that struck, per above introduction.
Having tea and chocolate didn't help, though sometimes it does when the "problems" somehow fix themselves. I often get remarks from software support personnel like, "I never heard of this problem" and similar expressions of rarity as to the unique issues that erupt in my presence. Before the perps went overt/beserk in 2002 I often figured that I was cursed in some way, as I had no end of PC hassle all the time. Other things would break, phone calls were dropped, extra phone calls for the former phone number owner and so it went.
I went out earlier on a four stop shopping trip, all done just a block away. One skunk, and three transactions, which is good for me. I only got stymied with some heavy head pressure and all-round sense of being fogged and clogged at the local specialty card shop along with a significant gangstalker presence, so I got the fuck out of there in short order, which might have been their plan in any event. Paying with $5 bills (blue color here) twice, and the last time with my green colored debit card. The perps put on a blue dressed gangstalker next to me for the latter $5 (blue colored) cash transaction, as well as giving me a long pointless preamble over getting the marzipan goodies for a stocking stuffer for my daughter. One's wallet contents are of intense perp interest, and this year's wallet crumbling neccessitated a new one, but with a smaller shape that demands that the bills be individually folded before placement. Most of the recent wallets I have had were of the kind where all the bills are put in without folding, and then the wallet includes them when it folds.
As mentioned in past blog postings, the color of everything that touches me and in my immediate proximity is vital to the perps' ongoing noncensensual human experimentation, so there isn't any doubt as to who was behind all the past wallet losses. Once, a just-loaded ($200 at the ATM) wallet was stolen from my jacket at my cubicle after I had been there for the entire afternoon, save a 5 minute run to the bathroom. I never could figure out how anyone from outside could of tailed me, and then hung around unseen for two hours before I took my first and only bathroom visit. Now I know; there is a Fuckover Force dedicated to grinding my life into utter pieces and there were there all along, and they can readily dematerialize objects remotely and even animate beings too. I have a lifetime count of eight lost wallets since adulthood, and that was the most curious of them all. The wallet only got put in my jacket after I was advised that it can harm one's posture if kept in a pants back pocket. I was set up in other words to change my typical habit to have the wallet stolen just after an ATM visit at lunchtime. So perps,... if ever I get off this insane litany of abuse, I want all the money back, and I want to take a bat to every fucker that had a hand in any wallet losses.
2220h
Plenty of web surfing this afternoon, and none of yesterday's or this morning's futlity games reprised thankfully. But instead, another one; Firefox uses SQLite to store their bookmarks in and it occured to me that I could transfer the voluminous bookmark information into Oracle tables and putz around with them as a learning exercise for my Oracle courses, past and potentially future ones. Upon investigation I find that the SQLite information needs to be compiled, and if there is to be any GUI tool for the development application, its dependencies need to be downloaded too. Does this dependency train sound familiar? As in pointless endeavor fraught with peril, as in imposed fuckery?
One can end up afraid of one's shadow in the harassment game, especially if one has been burned by so many things going wrong. I shall do some more web surfing to see if I can get a compile over the web, and not have to do another install.
2250h
The backups software saga continues in near-dead time; sending emails back and forth every few hours isn't exactly what I had in mind for getting the issue resolved. And then the sickos sabotaged my snapshot of the screen, creating a missing file, and I was extremely pissed about that, as the simplest things are getting sabotaged on top of the more complex things that were sabotaged in the first place. But for an outfit that is compelled to disrupt EVERYTHING, all to slow it down for their functional decompostion games, this is all fully expectable. Better yet they have me on a short fuse with the fucking new medication, and can we say "volatile" writ large.
Other pointless futility was attempting to get SQL Lite going, which I did in part but cannot get the GUI tool to work with it, so that makes it no fun at all, not to mention cryptic connect strings that insist on staying that way. I never have seen such crap software, but it fits the perps pattern as they just love to add more fucking misery oon top of what is already created. Enough typo adversity in creating this, so this is it for today.
1040h
Sorry for the above repairs; the perps like us TI's to re-read things, especially when there are some changes, which reminds me of getting documentation prepared in my working days, and the number of times someone would take it south. So I figure that my loyal readership might be getting the same treatment, albeit with neuron level oversight of one's energetic field and then comparing that to the energetic field in reading the first version which had mispellings and grammatical errors. Just my take on how things are, but feel free to make your conclusions. And don't forget to note that you just may have read the first version at say, 0900h, and then encounter this updated blog version at about the same time the next day. Again, more speculation of course, but I would not be surprised if this occured for at least one reader. (Predicting the events for one out of two loyal readers would be another "fine coincidence" wouldn't it? Truth be told, the Google counter went on the fritz, or else was spoofed for that many, and in any case, I gave up looking at the visitation count a long time ago).
And it is the silly season for the perps, coming on the Winter Solstice tomorrow. Back in 2005, they put on twice as many gangstalker parties on my trail hike I did that day, which was also twice the number of vehicles that were in the parking lot. Sure, the trail runners can come by twice and be gone by the time I get to the parking lot upon completion of my hike, but it is rare that there was more than two parties of them. One of those Solstice Stalkers looked very much like my in-town brother, save having two good eyes; he looked at me and gave me his telltale smirk, and it looked like him in nearly all respects; height, comportment, size, major facial bones but was a little different in the face. A week later I asked him if that was him on the trail and he gave me a vague "no", but wouldn't look at me. I then asked how he got there as he isn't much of a hiker and there were far more parties than parked vehicles, and he wouldn't answer me. That Solstice was on a Sunday, the 21st, the last weekend day of shopping before Christmas, and twice the usual number of weekend gangstalking parties were hiking that day. Give me a break, it was a total fix, brother included with minor facial morphing. Funny, he phoned for a useless phone call about five minuted before I typed this one up.
1140h
I cannot believe this bullshit; I have a longstanding beef about not being able to find office casual quality shirts with a crew neck. This has being going on for decades. I wrote a note to Lands End and the perps stripped out the submit button on the web page, which I only "notice" per mindfuck games, after I finished the letter. Same old, same old.
1155h
Today 12-20-2009 the futility/adversity jerkaround is being able to send a note to Lands End, the submit button was pulled from their email page, and then the live keyboard chat wouldn't work either. The the copy of what I was to send got truncated in Yahoo Notepad and is uneditable as the edit button has been stripped out.
1250h
A Chicken Run, and were they all over me; the Mythbusters guy had his doppelganger in the elevator on the way out; the goofy beret, the big blonde mustache, and the entire comportment, albeit that he was quiet and I didn't see much of him as I faced the door. And an orange shirt, and little did I know that the chicken I purchased only came in steeped in orange barbeque sauce. And too, at least five "stand theres" sentries on me when heading out, in the store at the hot chicken counter, and outside at the corner of the store and the parking lot. Also the male fugly hair/hurl -dos; ponytails on men make me want to hurl.
Did I not say I expected some orange color hijinx above, now that I dropped the orange colored medication as I was getting way too strung out on it given the intensified adversity that has been going on. Now, the overhead (12" concrete floor/ceiling) is getting pounded as I write this.
This update might go to 1700h or so.
Showing posts with label software licence download order protraction. Show all posts
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Saturday, December 19, 2009
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Start Yawns and Sirens
1055h
The noise flurries started up as I set to create today's blog posting; sirens and the addition of imposed yawning, never a random event as I have come to know.
It was another near sleepless night with some other strangeness that I won't get into; though in fact, the perps seem to like me to "know" it was a sleepless night, though I suspect there was some shut-eye. As always, I don't expect any later day tiredness because of it, as it hasn't happened for all the many hundreds of such nights I have had since the harassment went into overt form in 04-2002. It seemed to me that I had a dream portion where I was under the planted notion that I wasn't being harassed, and then suddenly a planted "realization" in the dream came on, and I was back in the real world again. Very curious this, playing with my sense of my reality in dreams, though it isn't too much different than other games they play then, testing the differences in bioenergetic responses and activity when presented with the same "facts" in one's dream and then one's daytime life.
And more Katie Melua listening last night; the perps know, or have created the situation, where I cannot get enough of listening to her music and adoring her looks, though going by the comments on YouTube, I am not alone in that respect. Other music listening involved male musicians, though for the most part I didn't find many that I liked. At first the perps started me out on NPR, but often blocked the download, so I was directed to more male acts than I wanted to listen to, and then they pulled a real stunt, playing a musician that was not selected, and for a time I was listening to two music feeds at once. I had no idea who I was really listening to for a time, "mixing up" selected female vocalists and male vocalists, per mind-control perceptual jerkarounds.
The bath night routine was scripted last night after I was duly mind-fucked into thinking it was the usual Wednesday when in fact it was Tuesday, nothing new there. Perhaps the perps wanted to follow up my Katie Melua listening with whatever downstream "auric glow" that undoubtedly confers. I suspect that bathing also increases the perps ability to remotely detect bioenergetic fields, and the recent increase of my mother taking baths on Sunday nights when I visit their place has not gone unnoticed. Also of interest is that her baths are timed after dinner, and that the bathtub is behind me through the wall when I sit in the living room watching TV. And that also makes for trickling water noise going off behind my head when it is drained, the same noise that "happens" when my faux neighbors take baths in this ever silly game of creating the noise overhead, and not from where their bathrooms are located in this apartment block.
1205h
More continuing bounce-around when attmpting to order a download for my antivirus software licence renewal. At least I was allowed to order a two year term so I don't go through this incredible fuckery in a year's time. Last year's licence extension was equally mysterious, and the confusion has a cover in that Digital River/Element Five has a role as the so-called provider. Only two days ago they blew me off and had me attempt to order this same "product" directly from software vendor, part of today's trial. And as soon as I complained to the representative about this runaround the perps gave me a left thigh muscle cramp, their signature intrusion as to a "hot moment" for their continuing games. Just maybe this stunt is over, though I am not so certain, as the perps have got plenty of mileage in putting red and yellow bordered Windows dialog boxes on my startup screen for the last week. These ketchup and mustard color combinations have to be one of their favorite vile color combinations, and placing them in front of me for every logon for a week is just too tempting for them to give this one up so readily.
1310h
After making and eating lunch with plenty of provocations to have me vocalize my complaints, the perps have settled into continuing the noise games, presently alternating vehicle horns through two cycles from each party. That takes coordination in my book.
And I note my above mentioned download software has not come through in the promised minute or two, and hence the games are continuing to extend this nonsense. But "somehow", the usual boot-up warnings about licence termination did not occur, almost as if this computer "knew" they were coming and magically loaded itself without telling me. Instead, I got some curious unattributable Windows dialog panels that came up about some cryptic event that was shutting itself down. Call it a "substitute dialog box", of different colors (standard Windows blue border colors) and a differing message in place of the threatening dialog boxes in yellow and red. Very strange, but that is the new norm.
The email interaction has dried up save spammers for the past 10 days, and not even the TI group mail missives are being sent, and even Ms. C's once per year emails are blocked, as is her intention to reply to the ones I sent her. I suppose the "big deal" is for my download order to arrive at some point, the highlight of the current drought of any personal emails. As always, every nuance of what I do and how I interact is under scrutiny, and that usually involves the next step of sabotage, often in the form of functional decomposition of every keystroke, glance, thought and action related to anything I do. Even signing a check gets a significant run-up of noise, phenomenon games, enragement provocations, jabbings and the like, as well as during the event itself, one that has been interupted countless times since the perps went overt, and in my opinion, collectively beserk given their past history of collosal ineptitude in fucking up access to what they want; 100% mind control and energetic determination of all psychic energies in my life, though it is hardly one of rich portent as they have fucked me with learning disabilites and scripted (and constrained) most of my life's interactions.
2000h
Another cycle of having a break, this time for dinner, eating brown colored food, and the onset of accompanying noise and activity afterward, undertaking some kind of brown food bioenergetics assay interaction it would seem. This repeats in near identical fashion from this afternoon when I had chocolate with tea during a break.
And true to form, the perps have not allowed my transaction to obtain my download of an antivirus software licence renewal to proceed. It all seems to be part of this continuing campaign to make this a fraught experience every step of the way. The red and yellow colored Windows dialog boxes to tell me of my expiring licence are now cominng up again upon boot-up; their cessation for one or two bootups was some kind of experiment. And so it goes; another round with that infernal Digital River outfit and the utter abdication of responsibility of the software supplier to know how impossible it is to order their software through them. And while I type out my complaints here, the clunking and clattering of faux neighbor noise has increased. Obviously this is a big game and and they won't have a chance to screw around on this particular front until next licence renewal, two years from now. Or maybe, the perps want to infect my PC and take it down; they did this to my ex's PC about three years ago, making a total mess of it. Funny that she got screwed this way when she has been one of their quisling operatives for nearly 30 years, as long as I have known her.
It would not be the first time the perps have bit the hand that they have cultivated and who thinks that they are free from getting fucked with on account of this cooperation. There have been a number or rashes of inexplicable automobile crashes in the past, and the pattern of the event fits the perp's agenda in figuring out the bioenergetics of people in travelling vehicles along with the racial component that is part of the harassment. In one case, no one has ever figured out why the youthful driver was so reckless as it was totally out of character. Keeping the lid on screwing the locals, or some of them, and having full citywide cooperation in this harassment agenda is quite the balancing act.
Even going back some 15 years when there was a child disappearance that no one could figure out, this taking place at a soccer game, the perps seem to leave some telltale clues. (The typo sabotage has just started up, and the enragement games are also being played per mind-control activity, repeating yesterday's blogging at the same juncture in the day, after dinner). The major clue that I detect from the Michael Dunahee abduction was that the 4 year old boy was taken away in a white van, as it was the only vehicle that could not be accounted for at the police's later crime scene re-creation. Well it so happens that white trades vans are the number one gangstalking vehicle in this city, and that the perps were running this city then, although covertly, and without the wide participation there is now. There is another personal angle related to the ex's family that I won't get into, but even the slightest coincidences of the time are usually highly managed IMHO. (And as I type that up, and deal with the perp's removing the name, and make the link, the assholes hit me with more typo sabotage to enrage me, then a forced fart, then more hallway clickings as if it were very busy out there, and so it goes. What is it that the perps want to know about me typing that up, likely mind-controlled by them in the first place?) In my experience, the perp's like to leave some clues; the 9/11 tragedy is a classic example, and even now, the perps appear to be hounding me with these protracted 9/11 coin advertisements on Canadian TV each time I go to my parent's place. Go figure, but this "clue dropping" is highly consistent.
2100h
I am getting my reading cognition sabotaged while reading this piece about the medical establishment, and each time I swear out loud at the perps for fucking my word meaning perception they script mouth noises at the same time. This squirting like noise would be an nonaural source while at the same time expressing my aural opinion of this fuckaround. Invariably the perps also have a run-up of loud-mufflered vehicles trailing off into the distance, part of the perpetual noise parade they have arranged in support of this mind-controlled yellings at these egregious mental incursions, and of course letting me know that I got screwed into the bargain.
2240h
In today's perp theme of treating me to near pornographic website "interests", I finished up with listening to Margret Cho on YouTube tonight. Very funny, and an astute observer of the political condition without being negative about it. Perhaps she is also scripted for as a profanity source, all to my my own use. I also noted that my chair got vibrated by the perps when she mentioned the Norht Korean dictator's name. Very curious that.
Time to blog off for the night and ponder what on earth, or even extraterrestrially, the perps have for tomorrow as their indoctrination theme.
The noise flurries started up as I set to create today's blog posting; sirens and the addition of imposed yawning, never a random event as I have come to know.
It was another near sleepless night with some other strangeness that I won't get into; though in fact, the perps seem to like me to "know" it was a sleepless night, though I suspect there was some shut-eye. As always, I don't expect any later day tiredness because of it, as it hasn't happened for all the many hundreds of such nights I have had since the harassment went into overt form in 04-2002. It seemed to me that I had a dream portion where I was under the planted notion that I wasn't being harassed, and then suddenly a planted "realization" in the dream came on, and I was back in the real world again. Very curious this, playing with my sense of my reality in dreams, though it isn't too much different than other games they play then, testing the differences in bioenergetic responses and activity when presented with the same "facts" in one's dream and then one's daytime life.
And more Katie Melua listening last night; the perps know, or have created the situation, where I cannot get enough of listening to her music and adoring her looks, though going by the comments on YouTube, I am not alone in that respect. Other music listening involved male musicians, though for the most part I didn't find many that I liked. At first the perps started me out on NPR, but often blocked the download, so I was directed to more male acts than I wanted to listen to, and then they pulled a real stunt, playing a musician that was not selected, and for a time I was listening to two music feeds at once. I had no idea who I was really listening to for a time, "mixing up" selected female vocalists and male vocalists, per mind-control perceptual jerkarounds.
The bath night routine was scripted last night after I was duly mind-fucked into thinking it was the usual Wednesday when in fact it was Tuesday, nothing new there. Perhaps the perps wanted to follow up my Katie Melua listening with whatever downstream "auric glow" that undoubtedly confers. I suspect that bathing also increases the perps ability to remotely detect bioenergetic fields, and the recent increase of my mother taking baths on Sunday nights when I visit their place has not gone unnoticed. Also of interest is that her baths are timed after dinner, and that the bathtub is behind me through the wall when I sit in the living room watching TV. And that also makes for trickling water noise going off behind my head when it is drained, the same noise that "happens" when my faux neighbors take baths in this ever silly game of creating the noise overhead, and not from where their bathrooms are located in this apartment block.
1205h
More continuing bounce-around when attmpting to order a download for my antivirus software licence renewal. At least I was allowed to order a two year term so I don't go through this incredible fuckery in a year's time. Last year's licence extension was equally mysterious, and the confusion has a cover in that Digital River/Element Five has a role as the so-called provider. Only two days ago they blew me off and had me attempt to order this same "product" directly from software vendor, part of today's trial. And as soon as I complained to the representative about this runaround the perps gave me a left thigh muscle cramp, their signature intrusion as to a "hot moment" for their continuing games. Just maybe this stunt is over, though I am not so certain, as the perps have got plenty of mileage in putting red and yellow bordered Windows dialog boxes on my startup screen for the last week. These ketchup and mustard color combinations have to be one of their favorite vile color combinations, and placing them in front of me for every logon for a week is just too tempting for them to give this one up so readily.
1310h
After making and eating lunch with plenty of provocations to have me vocalize my complaints, the perps have settled into continuing the noise games, presently alternating vehicle horns through two cycles from each party. That takes coordination in my book.
And I note my above mentioned download software has not come through in the promised minute or two, and hence the games are continuing to extend this nonsense. But "somehow", the usual boot-up warnings about licence termination did not occur, almost as if this computer "knew" they were coming and magically loaded itself without telling me. Instead, I got some curious unattributable Windows dialog panels that came up about some cryptic event that was shutting itself down. Call it a "substitute dialog box", of different colors (standard Windows blue border colors) and a differing message in place of the threatening dialog boxes in yellow and red. Very strange, but that is the new norm.
The email interaction has dried up save spammers for the past 10 days, and not even the TI group mail missives are being sent, and even Ms. C's once per year emails are blocked, as is her intention to reply to the ones I sent her. I suppose the "big deal" is for my download order to arrive at some point, the highlight of the current drought of any personal emails. As always, every nuance of what I do and how I interact is under scrutiny, and that usually involves the next step of sabotage, often in the form of functional decomposition of every keystroke, glance, thought and action related to anything I do. Even signing a check gets a significant run-up of noise, phenomenon games, enragement provocations, jabbings and the like, as well as during the event itself, one that has been interupted countless times since the perps went overt, and in my opinion, collectively beserk given their past history of collosal ineptitude in fucking up access to what they want; 100% mind control and energetic determination of all psychic energies in my life, though it is hardly one of rich portent as they have fucked me with learning disabilites and scripted (and constrained) most of my life's interactions.
2000h
Another cycle of having a break, this time for dinner, eating brown colored food, and the onset of accompanying noise and activity afterward, undertaking some kind of brown food bioenergetics assay interaction it would seem. This repeats in near identical fashion from this afternoon when I had chocolate with tea during a break.
And true to form, the perps have not allowed my transaction to obtain my download of an antivirus software licence renewal to proceed. It all seems to be part of this continuing campaign to make this a fraught experience every step of the way. The red and yellow colored Windows dialog boxes to tell me of my expiring licence are now cominng up again upon boot-up; their cessation for one or two bootups was some kind of experiment. And so it goes; another round with that infernal Digital River outfit and the utter abdication of responsibility of the software supplier to know how impossible it is to order their software through them. And while I type out my complaints here, the clunking and clattering of faux neighbor noise has increased. Obviously this is a big game and and they won't have a chance to screw around on this particular front until next licence renewal, two years from now. Or maybe, the perps want to infect my PC and take it down; they did this to my ex's PC about three years ago, making a total mess of it. Funny that she got screwed this way when she has been one of their quisling operatives for nearly 30 years, as long as I have known her.
It would not be the first time the perps have bit the hand that they have cultivated and who thinks that they are free from getting fucked with on account of this cooperation. There have been a number or rashes of inexplicable automobile crashes in the past, and the pattern of the event fits the perp's agenda in figuring out the bioenergetics of people in travelling vehicles along with the racial component that is part of the harassment. In one case, no one has ever figured out why the youthful driver was so reckless as it was totally out of character. Keeping the lid on screwing the locals, or some of them, and having full citywide cooperation in this harassment agenda is quite the balancing act.
Even going back some 15 years when there was a child disappearance that no one could figure out, this taking place at a soccer game, the perps seem to leave some telltale clues. (The typo sabotage has just started up, and the enragement games are also being played per mind-control activity, repeating yesterday's blogging at the same juncture in the day, after dinner). The major clue that I detect from the Michael Dunahee abduction was that the 4 year old boy was taken away in a white van, as it was the only vehicle that could not be accounted for at the police's later crime scene re-creation. Well it so happens that white trades vans are the number one gangstalking vehicle in this city, and that the perps were running this city then, although covertly, and without the wide participation there is now. There is another personal angle related to the ex's family that I won't get into, but even the slightest coincidences of the time are usually highly managed IMHO. (And as I type that up, and deal with the perp's removing the name, and make the link, the assholes hit me with more typo sabotage to enrage me, then a forced fart, then more hallway clickings as if it were very busy out there, and so it goes. What is it that the perps want to know about me typing that up, likely mind-controlled by them in the first place?) In my experience, the perp's like to leave some clues; the 9/11 tragedy is a classic example, and even now, the perps appear to be hounding me with these protracted 9/11 coin advertisements on Canadian TV each time I go to my parent's place. Go figure, but this "clue dropping" is highly consistent.
2100h
I am getting my reading cognition sabotaged while reading this piece about the medical establishment, and each time I swear out loud at the perps for fucking my word meaning perception they script mouth noises at the same time. This squirting like noise would be an nonaural source while at the same time expressing my aural opinion of this fuckaround. Invariably the perps also have a run-up of loud-mufflered vehicles trailing off into the distance, part of the perpetual noise parade they have arranged in support of this mind-controlled yellings at these egregious mental incursions, and of course letting me know that I got screwed into the bargain.
2240h
In today's perp theme of treating me to near pornographic website "interests", I finished up with listening to Margret Cho on YouTube tonight. Very funny, and an astute observer of the political condition without being negative about it. Perhaps she is also scripted for as a profanity source, all to my my own use. I also noted that my chair got vibrated by the perps when she mentioned the Norht Korean dictator's name. Very curious that.
Time to blog off for the night and ponder what on earth, or even extraterrestrially, the perps have for tomorrow as their indoctrination theme.
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