09-29-2019
And what new deranged email access blocking stupidity has Yahoo come up with? I am to verify that I am who I am; everything is OK, I got my password right, then had to verify my alternate email which I never use, the one that Google foisted on me. And lo, Yahoo claims I was sent a verification code and I never got it. (I tried many times). Like WTF; I am blocked from my Yahoo email because of some bone-headed stunt over a "verification code" that I never received because of an association with an email address that Yahoo wishes to make for this same email address that I never wanted in the first place. Even Kafka never concieved of something so bizarre.
Well done Yahoo; only MS and Google do stupider techo-tautologies than you, but you are joining their rank. How about you send me this all important verification code to my cell phone text instead, something that I do use? Or, how about testing this inanity first, or perhaps that is the point; how to piss off your customer base.
Sunday, and supposedly a day of rest, but I had a lot to do. My L thumb is bothering me with some pain, and certainly reduced function. This has come on in the last three weeks after some prior months of sensation, but nothing bothersome. And if that weren't enough, I have an all-body pain, as if someone were walking up and down my back in the night. My rib muscles are sore and I have at least 20% reduced flexibility. And instead of one imposed ailment following another, why, they are now beginning to lap them. That is, before one is done, the next is coming on. Go fuck yourselves.
Anyhow, by dint of huge fluke, I got into the walk-in clinic yesterday with no waiting. Normally a two hour wait on Saturdays, and one had best be there at the crack of 0900h, opening time, as there are already some 8 to 10 others at the door. But "for some reason", no one was in the waiting room. Good thing too, as I forgot to bring a book. Anyhow, the doctor treated my forehead lesion, in the area that had skin surgery in 02-2019, with cold nitrogen, so we shall see how that goes. I also asked him about my L hand pain, and he ordered an Xray for it. It was news to me that an Xray could see arthritis, but he said it can, and so I will.
That is, whenever I can get to the medical imaging department as I am working 10.5 hour days, and then travel another hour back from the job site. I am digging holes at the foundations for a house that needs its carport leveled. Another one of those situations where the builders just don't do a good job of foundation preparation, and once they have scooted, the Home Owners Warranty fund gets stiffed. In the case of this house, it was lifted under the Warranty, but the garage has dropped after the warranty ran out. We got a real weekend this time, because the forecast was for rain all weekend, and it would of turned our diggings into a mudbath.
Which meant that got onto all manner of errands and chores these two days past, as getting spare time when other businesses are open is going to be a rarity. Hair cut, leg wax, ditch the recycling at the depot, dump the unneeded stuff at Value Village and otherwise pour it on. At some point yesterday afternoon I got sacked with a motivational lapse, and then putzed around online. Today, I got my landlord's weeding done, and even waxed and cleaned the inside of my vehicle. I like to wax my vehicle twice a year, but with this dreary and wet September, when one ordinarily can get a tan, I was pondering that I may get shut out. That would be in accordance with the Psychopathic imperative that no good habit goes unsabotaged. And with a forecast for rain for half the day, I thought I was about to be shafted. But somehow, it held off all day, and I got the job done. And even had the motivation to clean the inside for all the dust and accumulated debris. Not only that, I got to clean the wheels for the first time. Normally they sack me with demotivation after the vehicle body is waxed, and have me clean the interior weeks later. But to my surprise I got all this done, the second time ever in seven years (14 wax applications) of car ownership during this 17 year long (and continuing) Fuckover.
And what has the world come to when the Grey Lady, The New York Times, keeps a blatantly racist reporter on the editorial board, only recently demoted to a subsidary. An Asian woman by the name of Sarah Jeong dumps on whites, and this is OK by the NYT editorial board. That she is Harvard educated lawyer adds that extra bit of high perversity to a rag that is sadly in need of a credibility fix. (The NYT has been long seen by TI's a protector of the Psychopaths, not interested in objectivity by any means.) Change the race, skin color and lo, we have something that would not of been permitted even 50 years ago. I suppose this might be the straw that broke the camel's back for some, but the NYT needs to get a grip on reality and exercise editorial leadership instead of pandering to the latest (or requested) hate mongering fashion. Disgraceful in the least; and possibly a stunt that will save a lot of trees when the presses stop.
A short post this week as I have been so tired from my long working days, which are likely to continue for two more months.
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Sunday, September 29, 2019
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Technetium Injection No. 2
03-06-2017
A trip to the big city, Kelowna, to get injected with Technetium and a follow-on bone scan. This would be the second one, the first in 07-2016. And yet again, to determine if my prostate cancer has metastasized, this time prompted by the symptoms of recent pelvic and back pain. Yet again, I get injected with a radioactive substance, (half life of 48 hours) and then scanned to see it as it gets taken up by my bones. Hopefully it is negative, but in this present circus of symptoms and conditions I have been put through, who knows.
I got injected in the morning, and then I returned three hours later to get scanned. Which meant plenty of kick-around time, and so I visited a few tool stores, but strangely felt agitated in each so that I didn't buy anything. Then to a used CD & book store to peruse the stock, and then to another tool store, one of my long term faves. This time, I was allowed to purchase a few items, having a list on hand. Then to an outdoor store and peruse the goods there, buy a few trinkets and then got held up at the cash register as there was an item I was looking for and the stockist went to look for. While waiting they switched the cashier, from female to male, and he did the friendly nattering thing while waiting for the stockist to report back on a certain item's availability. It wasn't to be had as it turned out. I suppose this is a more elaborate exercise in checkout obstruction/delay; wait for a determination from the stockist AND switch cashiers. In the latter instance, the perps have been pulling this one for 14.5 years, never mind the covert games that went on before. So what is it about undertaking a financial transaction that so interests the perps? And I am talking transactions of all shapes and forms; coin machines (that malfunction way too often), bus fare, writing and mailing checks, cash (change or purchase), debit card, online and of course, paychecks. And gifts too.
I got my usual jerkarounds at the hospital over parking; at first no parking at the parkade, and then the second time I found a stall, but the machine, once I found it one level down, wouldn't take money. So I parked the car on the same side street at the first time. Each time they put on an ambulatory gangstalker when I arrived at my vehicle. A residential side street of no major activity, and these stalkers arrive as I arrive at my vehicle, one providing the traditional cell phone coverage while passing by.
I drove the yet-to-be-sold Camry, and filled up, and lo, if a dude didn't cruise by to chat about the vehicle while I was filling up. I have a for-sale sign on it, so he had a legitimate entre. How he saw the sign from where his vehicle was located suggested a set up though. And given the amount of gangstalking games tha go down while filling my vehicle, and his lukewarm questions/interest, this smacked of gaming the victim (me). No big deal. But why have I only got two feeble inquiries in 5 weeks for a reliable vehicle with lots of repair history last year?
I picked up Adele's "19" today at the used bookstore, and ripped it to my collection, and I find that my "21" album has gone missing on my PC. In fact, the artist folder too. Like WTF; the "21" CD was given to me by my farm worker friend, I played it, liked it, ripped it and now its gone, poof. A word to the perps; leave my stuff alone, and leave me the fuck alone. Not that they listen to me at all.
I missed yoga tonight due to a pissing match over getting some new software to split a track into two, which was two strung together by a 30 seconds of silence. Only after I went to the bathroom did the software start working properly, not doing anything different. The perps like doing this; blocking new software operation over something dog simple. I haven't revisited Google's free CAD software after a royal pissing match with the perps over its obviously denatured/corrupted features, e.g. greying them out, or it just doesn't work
03-07-2017
Cold all day today, and a wind off the nearby lake with ice still on it. This would be at the vineyard site where I am pruning the vines. The perps ran me out of work in 2003, and then only allowed me to start farm work in 2008, and vineyard work is the present culmination (aka, career path) of this insane imposed abuse. Farm laboring is for the dispossessed, given the nature of the work and working conditions. I don't know what the perps get out of having me do this work, but given the number of times they arrange noise for whenever I make a pruning cut, cut a cabbage or make any other kind of harvesting activity, there must be something in it for them. Besides, they get to control my income with the low pay rate, and keep me in seasonal work. Full time work, or full time association with an employer is not allowed by the Fourth Reich.
03-08-2017
Vineyard pruning all day today. The organized games continue, this time over where I park my vehicle. Four of us have vehicles, and two parked on one lot, and two in the adjacent lot as a matter of habit over two weeks. No big deal; same thing in regular classes, every one has their spot and sticks to it. But not today; the two "other lot" workers decide to both move their vehicles to the same lot a me, and then park in stalls on each side of my regular spot. Like WTF; this isn't even pretend random; it is just plain stalking/herding me to park somewhere else.
All this abetted by the perps making me later for work, another one of their stunts. When getting ready to depart, a pissy scene erupted when clods of soil fell off my boots and got over the floor and door sill. Then they powered down the player in the vehicle again, killing the one pre-set radio station. And what is it of late about getting out the door and out of the place that has to be sabtoged routinely by the perps? The make me "forget" my keys, something I NEVER forget, every time I head out. Add in other "forgets" and I am routinely making one or more back tracks to the house to get something. What is the matter with the perps that they must escalate this insane stunt?
More strangeness by a particular co-worker in vine pruning, the one that did the pointless back-and-forths from two weeks ago. This time he stops pruning in mid row and then walks up the hill some 120', past me in the adjacent row and starts pruning the same row from the top. Like WTF; he just created extra work for himself for no seeming reason. I am pruning downhill, and he is now also pruning downhill. As I get to the location where he stopped to go uphill, he now comes down opposite me, 7' away (width between rows) and resumes where he left off the first time, so he now works uphill. Now we have TWO totally pointless movements in pruning that cost him traveling some 160' for no seeming reason. Perhaps he is building up his "derangement cred". I have talked about "asshole cred" before, though this does not apply to any one on the crew or organization; they all seem to be OK people to relate to.
03-12-2017
Pruning vines all day yesterday, that being Saturday. I was all by myself in the vineyard as I had to make up a day due to Monday's absence, the trip to Kelowna, per above. The perps like to do this; not only have me work alone where there is no one else around, but also have me put in four rows of pruning side by side. Normally with a crew of five, I would be doing every fifth row, though it varies as some are faster than others. I cannot count the number of times in my office work days when I went in on weekends to catch up due to so many vicissitudes of things going wrong or needing extra time when no one else was there.
I finally got my first hike done in the year, but it wasn't a classic. There was snow on the ground for half of the two hour hike. And as usual, some strange cats on the trail. The dude in shorts and a shirt on his back country bicycle took the cake this time; I come down a steep slope and there he is stopped at the bottom waiting and looking at his cell phone. I don't think I have been more obviously phone-stalked than this, but I am sure it will happen. Said Fuckwit came back down in 20 minutes as he just couldn't be bothered to tough it out by climbing the snowy slopes on his bicycle. I was about 4C at best, with some light rain, and there he was in flannel shorts and a long sleeve shirt. Said shirt was mucked up from dirt flicked up from the rear wheel. Maybe that was the point; instead of stalking me with road dirt plastered vehicles, why, send in a dirt splattered kid on a off-road bicycle instead. And have him "register" color receptivity (or whatever they get from it) on his cell phone while under tree cover as I pass by. Ridiculous.
And plenty of road dirt plastered vehicles out these days, and one Volvo in particular that needed to pass me, all to have me catch up. And they put on the yellow flashing lights when I made my first corner onto Hwy 97 N bound, a tow truck sitting there for no reason. Later, a small rock fall on the highway and a police car with flashing red and blue lights beside it as some kind of warning. So, I and others, drove over these small rocks (1-2") scattered on the road for some 20' of distance. I drove a Volvo for 15 years, and my then-wife had one too, surely no coincidence in this ongoing stalking game of color arranged vehicles, though I didn't know about prior covert surveillance until 3Q-2003, about 18 months after the perps went berserk-over on me in 04-2002.
Daylight savings time again; the perps do have a fetish over getting the time wrong, setting clocks, or clocks being out of sync. Some asshole fucked with my cell phone a few weeks ago, re-setting the clock to run local, and lo, if it didn't run different somehow, going faster and slower. I always have the cell phone set to the network time, but "some how", some asshole reset it to run independently and furthermore, changed the time. And when do I find out? Why, that magic major harassment moment of heading out the door for the first time of the day, with at least four forced "forgets" to piss me off extremely. Same routine; "forget" the keys, how to tie one's boots, getting all my gear together to go work to go pruning etc. At least three rage-ifications to get out the door.
About one hour after returning from hiking the extra-conventional hijinx started up; pulling things from my hands, things snagging and hanging up, handling objects goes wrong, water splashes travel in unusual directions etc. At least 10 screaming level rage-ifications over the next hour. And what interests the perps so much at this juncture? Certainly food preparation is one event they like to disrupt, more so today. Perhaps it was the time change too, making dinner at a time that has more daylight than before.
Just when I wanted to write my piece on dopamine for the urologist I get two phone calls tonight. Another hour gone. What is it about urologists that they are so uniformly obdurate and unhelpful. There must be a clue there, if the perps are so intent on obstructing me from this kind of care.
Autobiography reading is now important (for the perps). Thank goodness for that, as after reading about the horrendous and gruesome events depicted in the book, "After the Reich" by Giles McDonogh, I was ready for some relief. "Life" by the rock and roll bad boy, Keith Richards was a great read, and I admire him for his honesty and artistic integrity. A book by the ice hockey player, Bobby Orr, is being read at work as we get a full half hour lunch break. I have no idea what the perps get from me while reading, let alone biographies. Perhaps they need to separate the psychic energies of reading personal narratives versus non-fiction factual material.
Anyhow, enough for a posting and on with the show for another week.
A trip to the big city, Kelowna, to get injected with Technetium and a follow-on bone scan. This would be the second one, the first in 07-2016. And yet again, to determine if my prostate cancer has metastasized, this time prompted by the symptoms of recent pelvic and back pain. Yet again, I get injected with a radioactive substance, (half life of 48 hours) and then scanned to see it as it gets taken up by my bones. Hopefully it is negative, but in this present circus of symptoms and conditions I have been put through, who knows.
I got injected in the morning, and then I returned three hours later to get scanned. Which meant plenty of kick-around time, and so I visited a few tool stores, but strangely felt agitated in each so that I didn't buy anything. Then to a used CD & book store to peruse the stock, and then to another tool store, one of my long term faves. This time, I was allowed to purchase a few items, having a list on hand. Then to an outdoor store and peruse the goods there, buy a few trinkets and then got held up at the cash register as there was an item I was looking for and the stockist went to look for. While waiting they switched the cashier, from female to male, and he did the friendly nattering thing while waiting for the stockist to report back on a certain item's availability. It wasn't to be had as it turned out. I suppose this is a more elaborate exercise in checkout obstruction/delay; wait for a determination from the stockist AND switch cashiers. In the latter instance, the perps have been pulling this one for 14.5 years, never mind the covert games that went on before. So what is it about undertaking a financial transaction that so interests the perps? And I am talking transactions of all shapes and forms; coin machines (that malfunction way too often), bus fare, writing and mailing checks, cash (change or purchase), debit card, online and of course, paychecks. And gifts too.
I got my usual jerkarounds at the hospital over parking; at first no parking at the parkade, and then the second time I found a stall, but the machine, once I found it one level down, wouldn't take money. So I parked the car on the same side street at the first time. Each time they put on an ambulatory gangstalker when I arrived at my vehicle. A residential side street of no major activity, and these stalkers arrive as I arrive at my vehicle, one providing the traditional cell phone coverage while passing by.
I drove the yet-to-be-sold Camry, and filled up, and lo, if a dude didn't cruise by to chat about the vehicle while I was filling up. I have a for-sale sign on it, so he had a legitimate entre. How he saw the sign from where his vehicle was located suggested a set up though. And given the amount of gangstalking games tha go down while filling my vehicle, and his lukewarm questions/interest, this smacked of gaming the victim (me). No big deal. But why have I only got two feeble inquiries in 5 weeks for a reliable vehicle with lots of repair history last year?
I picked up Adele's "19" today at the used bookstore, and ripped it to my collection, and I find that my "21" album has gone missing on my PC. In fact, the artist folder too. Like WTF; the "21" CD was given to me by my farm worker friend, I played it, liked it, ripped it and now its gone, poof. A word to the perps; leave my stuff alone, and leave me the fuck alone. Not that they listen to me at all.
I missed yoga tonight due to a pissing match over getting some new software to split a track into two, which was two strung together by a 30 seconds of silence. Only after I went to the bathroom did the software start working properly, not doing anything different. The perps like doing this; blocking new software operation over something dog simple. I haven't revisited Google's free CAD software after a royal pissing match with the perps over its obviously denatured/corrupted features, e.g. greying them out, or it just doesn't work
03-07-2017
Cold all day today, and a wind off the nearby lake with ice still on it. This would be at the vineyard site where I am pruning the vines. The perps ran me out of work in 2003, and then only allowed me to start farm work in 2008, and vineyard work is the present culmination (aka, career path) of this insane imposed abuse. Farm laboring is for the dispossessed, given the nature of the work and working conditions. I don't know what the perps get out of having me do this work, but given the number of times they arrange noise for whenever I make a pruning cut, cut a cabbage or make any other kind of harvesting activity, there must be something in it for them. Besides, they get to control my income with the low pay rate, and keep me in seasonal work. Full time work, or full time association with an employer is not allowed by the Fourth Reich.
03-08-2017
Vineyard pruning all day today. The organized games continue, this time over where I park my vehicle. Four of us have vehicles, and two parked on one lot, and two in the adjacent lot as a matter of habit over two weeks. No big deal; same thing in regular classes, every one has their spot and sticks to it. But not today; the two "other lot" workers decide to both move their vehicles to the same lot a me, and then park in stalls on each side of my regular spot. Like WTF; this isn't even pretend random; it is just plain stalking/herding me to park somewhere else.
All this abetted by the perps making me later for work, another one of their stunts. When getting ready to depart, a pissy scene erupted when clods of soil fell off my boots and got over the floor and door sill. Then they powered down the player in the vehicle again, killing the one pre-set radio station. And what is it of late about getting out the door and out of the place that has to be sabtoged routinely by the perps? The make me "forget" my keys, something I NEVER forget, every time I head out. Add in other "forgets" and I am routinely making one or more back tracks to the house to get something. What is the matter with the perps that they must escalate this insane stunt?
More strangeness by a particular co-worker in vine pruning, the one that did the pointless back-and-forths from two weeks ago. This time he stops pruning in mid row and then walks up the hill some 120', past me in the adjacent row and starts pruning the same row from the top. Like WTF; he just created extra work for himself for no seeming reason. I am pruning downhill, and he is now also pruning downhill. As I get to the location where he stopped to go uphill, he now comes down opposite me, 7' away (width between rows) and resumes where he left off the first time, so he now works uphill. Now we have TWO totally pointless movements in pruning that cost him traveling some 160' for no seeming reason. Perhaps he is building up his "derangement cred". I have talked about "asshole cred" before, though this does not apply to any one on the crew or organization; they all seem to be OK people to relate to.
03-12-2017
Pruning vines all day yesterday, that being Saturday. I was all by myself in the vineyard as I had to make up a day due to Monday's absence, the trip to Kelowna, per above. The perps like to do this; not only have me work alone where there is no one else around, but also have me put in four rows of pruning side by side. Normally with a crew of five, I would be doing every fifth row, though it varies as some are faster than others. I cannot count the number of times in my office work days when I went in on weekends to catch up due to so many vicissitudes of things going wrong or needing extra time when no one else was there.
I finally got my first hike done in the year, but it wasn't a classic. There was snow on the ground for half of the two hour hike. And as usual, some strange cats on the trail. The dude in shorts and a shirt on his back country bicycle took the cake this time; I come down a steep slope and there he is stopped at the bottom waiting and looking at his cell phone. I don't think I have been more obviously phone-stalked than this, but I am sure it will happen. Said Fuckwit came back down in 20 minutes as he just couldn't be bothered to tough it out by climbing the snowy slopes on his bicycle. I was about 4C at best, with some light rain, and there he was in flannel shorts and a long sleeve shirt. Said shirt was mucked up from dirt flicked up from the rear wheel. Maybe that was the point; instead of stalking me with road dirt plastered vehicles, why, send in a dirt splattered kid on a off-road bicycle instead. And have him "register" color receptivity (or whatever they get from it) on his cell phone while under tree cover as I pass by. Ridiculous.
And plenty of road dirt plastered vehicles out these days, and one Volvo in particular that needed to pass me, all to have me catch up. And they put on the yellow flashing lights when I made my first corner onto Hwy 97 N bound, a tow truck sitting there for no reason. Later, a small rock fall on the highway and a police car with flashing red and blue lights beside it as some kind of warning. So, I and others, drove over these small rocks (1-2") scattered on the road for some 20' of distance. I drove a Volvo for 15 years, and my then-wife had one too, surely no coincidence in this ongoing stalking game of color arranged vehicles, though I didn't know about prior covert surveillance until 3Q-2003, about 18 months after the perps went berserk-over on me in 04-2002.
Daylight savings time again; the perps do have a fetish over getting the time wrong, setting clocks, or clocks being out of sync. Some asshole fucked with my cell phone a few weeks ago, re-setting the clock to run local, and lo, if it didn't run different somehow, going faster and slower. I always have the cell phone set to the network time, but "some how", some asshole reset it to run independently and furthermore, changed the time. And when do I find out? Why, that magic major harassment moment of heading out the door for the first time of the day, with at least four forced "forgets" to piss me off extremely. Same routine; "forget" the keys, how to tie one's boots, getting all my gear together to go work to go pruning etc. At least three rage-ifications to get out the door.
About one hour after returning from hiking the extra-conventional hijinx started up; pulling things from my hands, things snagging and hanging up, handling objects goes wrong, water splashes travel in unusual directions etc. At least 10 screaming level rage-ifications over the next hour. And what interests the perps so much at this juncture? Certainly food preparation is one event they like to disrupt, more so today. Perhaps it was the time change too, making dinner at a time that has more daylight than before.
Just when I wanted to write my piece on dopamine for the urologist I get two phone calls tonight. Another hour gone. What is it about urologists that they are so uniformly obdurate and unhelpful. There must be a clue there, if the perps are so intent on obstructing me from this kind of care.
Autobiography reading is now important (for the perps). Thank goodness for that, as after reading about the horrendous and gruesome events depicted in the book, "After the Reich" by Giles McDonogh, I was ready for some relief. "Life" by the rock and roll bad boy, Keith Richards was a great read, and I admire him for his honesty and artistic integrity. A book by the ice hockey player, Bobby Orr, is being read at work as we get a full half hour lunch break. I have no idea what the perps get from me while reading, let alone biographies. Perhaps they need to separate the psychic energies of reading personal narratives versus non-fiction factual material.
Anyhow, enough for a posting and on with the show for another week.
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Android Contacts Obstruction
04-13-2015
The all consuming move from an LG Android phone to a Samsung phone is now in its fourth day (two days of the weekend, and two evenings). The infernal Gmail isn't receiving/syncing even though I have forced umpteen syncs from the LG phone.
On the cable/USB side there is the abysmal paucity of Android support on the desktop (PC), save Samsung, when I get there. I get a file back up that is useless as it isn't in a common format for importing anywhere. I get LG's desktop suite failing to display properly. I get another which seems to be a breeze, but it won't connect with my phone via the USB cable (detects, but the connect doesn't finish). And so this protracted agony of getting jerked around on contacts continues. Today, I suddenly lost my call log, deleted "inadvertently", and reckon the contacts just might come to a similar end. They have me riled up over every page that fails, or process that doesn't complete. And no doubt, want me to continue with this wretchedness, as the protective LG phone case has been kept off during this battle, and for the perps, that is an exciting situation, given they love to vary transparent surfaces; e.g see your cell phone through a cover, see your cell phone without the back cover on, see your cell phone in the mirror, and so this insane abuse-athon continues.
I had all this managed and controlled when I had my Palm Pilot, synced every day. That was 2000 to 2001 before the assholes struck (went berserk/overt) in 04-2002. Mind you, there were some unexpected glitches then, and I could not figure out why it would not sync sometimes. But it worked often enough I was happy with the Palm Pilot.
04-14-2015
A different task today at the vineyard; I did traffic control for three truck unloadings for an hour each time.That meant a procession of the selected vehicles and sequences and colors with me standing at the roadside with the Slow/Stop paddle, and coordinating with the other person coming on the other side of the road. Thankfully no mistakes or worse, always at the back of my mind when taking on new endeavors. As in, how bad is the sabotage going to be?
04-15-2015
Today is the thirteenth anniversary of the onset of this insane relentless abuse, that is, when the perps went berserk/overt in a huge takedown in my apartment in Seattle. As in, One Day My Life Got Changed (for the worse of course). All manner of high strangeness came upon me in my apartment: including the perps taking me somewhere and bringing me back to my apartment on the shoulders of six males, the normally ridgid steel shaft of a screwdriver bent like putty in my hands, the door was moved laterally in the door jamb by unknown means, there was a hole being cut in the floor, a perp came to block the toilet with a balloon, another perp arrived through the wall in the bathroom, some mofos tailed me to the fitness club at 0200h in the morning, and seemed to be packing guns under their garments while they were working out on the treadmill. They also came in a black Suburban and double parked outside of my vehicle for a minute or so and looked into my vehicle for this duration. Another view through the blinds of the apartment window revealed some 4 to 5 males on the adjacent balcony early in the morning. And when I went to work the day after, why, no one said anything about my absence. And my very first gangstalker was sitting on a chair in the lobby at 0800h with this smirk on his face. And it got worse in every way from then on. Incredible head pains that could be beamed in, but avoided if I could be around metal objects, or in them, such as a vehicle. Basically hounding me all hours on the streets of Seattle for three weeks until more bullshit unfolded. I shall try get my story up on the static web pages as I see Blogspot allows 20, up from the original 12.
Vineyard work at two locations today, nice to get the peaceable site with limited road traffic noise, though the Bell 412 helicopter with its deep throbbing noise made two passes, one directly overhead by 200'.
04-16-2015
I worked on bottling line in three different locations all day; taking the cases off the conveyor and packing them on pallets, then later, placing the bottles in the cases. The last most task was manually placing the glass stoppers on a special run of white wine, as the machines can only do corks and screw caps. A very busy day, and as always, extra busy around me. Even my water bottle wasn't immune, as three others' water bottles (or covered mugs) ended up next to my water bottle.
04-18-2015
I learn that the Samsung Kies contacts management component (on the PC) has been removed by Samsung;... more protracted agony. The only reason I got the Samsung Galaxy 5 was to get to edit my contacts on the desktop, as it offered the only hope of doing data reconciliation on a sensible data editing platform. All this makes me want to get a Samsung Galaxy Note 2 and stay in the Kies 2 environment, when I first learned of Kies in 2012. As it "happened" the Galaxy Note 2 kept crashing and so I got the LG phone after that, and spent an inordinant amount of time getting that functional.
And on the cusp of realizing that Samsung de-featuring Kies 3, why, I was nodding off at this here PC. So much so that I shut it down and took an hour long nap attack hit from the Assholes. Great timing that, at 1700h, when I never, ever, had a nap at that time before they went berserk/overt in 04-2002, per above anniversary.
Google accounts are totally confusing, including not finding my own blog and being allowed to sign in. I was saved by a gmail address that I tried to delete some 10x but would not delete with no message as to why, per minimal Google standard.
Not forgetting the all-time nap attack duration of five hours after reading for some 10pp into a viticulture text in 2012, no coincidence that given the perp's interest in knowledge; from where, whom, what source, fully or partially learned, its recall and application and all else that goes with data and knowledge. Once back in 1988 at a GIS conference and the now all-too-familiar perp trait of having the session seating next to me vacant until the last few seconds before a presentation begins, the likely perp said something interesting to me, (though in context with the presentation); "the basis for understanding as to when data becomes knowledge is not fully understood", paraphrasing some. So...., as mentioned many a time on this here blog, abusing the living shit out of victims, literally and figuratively, with the goal of attaining 100% remotely applied mind control is not by any means the complete agenda.
04-19-2015
The consecrated hassle of getting my contacts on my new phone continues; no sync-ing overnight. And it occurred to my why Samsung was so belligerently bone-headed as to why they de-featured the PC/desktop Kies 3 Android management software; so all my, and presumably, everyone else's, contacts now flow through Google who can do their social media and associated data wizardry on all Samsung owners, no matter who. Good one that, but like I said, I was very functional with my Palm Pilot in its day (being an early adopter in 2000), and after 15 years of PDA/cell phone technical progress, and the deep sixing of the Palm Pilot platform by HP, I am still behind on the functional requirements. Such is the digital age; one step ahead for everyone sideways.
A hike today, getting tanned in all as part of it, the sunshine being consistent and free from cloud-over games. Plus, for the two hours of tanning, I had no one around me or "accidentally" finding me. Astonishing to say the least. This could be the very location at which the SAR helicopter came to sit for 20 minutes after making four passes in this valley when hiking back in 2012.
Finally I get sync-ed in Gmail, a lame-assed contacts manager as one could expect. And lo, one more kick of the can as the contacts were doubled in number. Thankfully a "Remove Duplicates" button was available and even more astonishing was that it worked flawlessly the first time .
And a new harassment "feature" that made itself apparent in the last few days. Why, the Windows Cut/Copy/Paste doesn't work some how, and this latest stunt causes me to write the segment down and key it into a Search (or other) box. When does this insane abuse-athon ever end?
The all consuming move from an LG Android phone to a Samsung phone is now in its fourth day (two days of the weekend, and two evenings). The infernal Gmail isn't receiving/syncing even though I have forced umpteen syncs from the LG phone.
On the cable/USB side there is the abysmal paucity of Android support on the desktop (PC), save Samsung, when I get there. I get a file back up that is useless as it isn't in a common format for importing anywhere. I get LG's desktop suite failing to display properly. I get another which seems to be a breeze, but it won't connect with my phone via the USB cable (detects, but the connect doesn't finish). And so this protracted agony of getting jerked around on contacts continues. Today, I suddenly lost my call log, deleted "inadvertently", and reckon the contacts just might come to a similar end. They have me riled up over every page that fails, or process that doesn't complete. And no doubt, want me to continue with this wretchedness, as the protective LG phone case has been kept off during this battle, and for the perps, that is an exciting situation, given they love to vary transparent surfaces; e.g see your cell phone through a cover, see your cell phone without the back cover on, see your cell phone in the mirror, and so this insane abuse-athon continues.
I had all this managed and controlled when I had my Palm Pilot, synced every day. That was 2000 to 2001 before the assholes struck (went berserk/overt) in 04-2002. Mind you, there were some unexpected glitches then, and I could not figure out why it would not sync sometimes. But it worked often enough I was happy with the Palm Pilot.
04-14-2015
A different task today at the vineyard; I did traffic control for three truck unloadings for an hour each time.That meant a procession of the selected vehicles and sequences and colors with me standing at the roadside with the Slow/Stop paddle, and coordinating with the other person coming on the other side of the road. Thankfully no mistakes or worse, always at the back of my mind when taking on new endeavors. As in, how bad is the sabotage going to be?
04-15-2015
Today is the thirteenth anniversary of the onset of this insane relentless abuse, that is, when the perps went berserk/overt in a huge takedown in my apartment in Seattle. As in, One Day My Life Got Changed (for the worse of course). All manner of high strangeness came upon me in my apartment: including the perps taking me somewhere and bringing me back to my apartment on the shoulders of six males, the normally ridgid steel shaft of a screwdriver bent like putty in my hands, the door was moved laterally in the door jamb by unknown means, there was a hole being cut in the floor, a perp came to block the toilet with a balloon, another perp arrived through the wall in the bathroom, some mofos tailed me to the fitness club at 0200h in the morning, and seemed to be packing guns under their garments while they were working out on the treadmill. They also came in a black Suburban and double parked outside of my vehicle for a minute or so and looked into my vehicle for this duration. Another view through the blinds of the apartment window revealed some 4 to 5 males on the adjacent balcony early in the morning. And when I went to work the day after, why, no one said anything about my absence. And my very first gangstalker was sitting on a chair in the lobby at 0800h with this smirk on his face. And it got worse in every way from then on. Incredible head pains that could be beamed in, but avoided if I could be around metal objects, or in them, such as a vehicle. Basically hounding me all hours on the streets of Seattle for three weeks until more bullshit unfolded. I shall try get my story up on the static web pages as I see Blogspot allows 20, up from the original 12.
Vineyard work at two locations today, nice to get the peaceable site with limited road traffic noise, though the Bell 412 helicopter with its deep throbbing noise made two passes, one directly overhead by 200'.
04-16-2015
I worked on bottling line in three different locations all day; taking the cases off the conveyor and packing them on pallets, then later, placing the bottles in the cases. The last most task was manually placing the glass stoppers on a special run of white wine, as the machines can only do corks and screw caps. A very busy day, and as always, extra busy around me. Even my water bottle wasn't immune, as three others' water bottles (or covered mugs) ended up next to my water bottle.
04-18-2015
I learn that the Samsung Kies contacts management component (on the PC) has been removed by Samsung;... more protracted agony. The only reason I got the Samsung Galaxy 5 was to get to edit my contacts on the desktop, as it offered the only hope of doing data reconciliation on a sensible data editing platform. All this makes me want to get a Samsung Galaxy Note 2 and stay in the Kies 2 environment, when I first learned of Kies in 2012. As it "happened" the Galaxy Note 2 kept crashing and so I got the LG phone after that, and spent an inordinant amount of time getting that functional.
And on the cusp of realizing that Samsung de-featuring Kies 3, why, I was nodding off at this here PC. So much so that I shut it down and took an hour long nap attack hit from the Assholes. Great timing that, at 1700h, when I never, ever, had a nap at that time before they went berserk/overt in 04-2002, per above anniversary.
Google accounts are totally confusing, including not finding my own blog and being allowed to sign in. I was saved by a gmail address that I tried to delete some 10x but would not delete with no message as to why, per minimal Google standard.
Not forgetting the all-time nap attack duration of five hours after reading for some 10pp into a viticulture text in 2012, no coincidence that given the perp's interest in knowledge; from where, whom, what source, fully or partially learned, its recall and application and all else that goes with data and knowledge. Once back in 1988 at a GIS conference and the now all-too-familiar perp trait of having the session seating next to me vacant until the last few seconds before a presentation begins, the likely perp said something interesting to me, (though in context with the presentation); "the basis for understanding as to when data becomes knowledge is not fully understood", paraphrasing some. So...., as mentioned many a time on this here blog, abusing the living shit out of victims, literally and figuratively, with the goal of attaining 100% remotely applied mind control is not by any means the complete agenda.
04-19-2015
The consecrated hassle of getting my contacts on my new phone continues; no sync-ing overnight. And it occurred to my why Samsung was so belligerently bone-headed as to why they de-featured the PC/desktop Kies 3 Android management software; so all my, and presumably, everyone else's, contacts now flow through Google who can do their social media and associated data wizardry on all Samsung owners, no matter who. Good one that, but like I said, I was very functional with my Palm Pilot in its day (being an early adopter in 2000), and after 15 years of PDA/cell phone technical progress, and the deep sixing of the Palm Pilot platform by HP, I am still behind on the functional requirements. Such is the digital age; one step ahead for everyone sideways.
A hike today, getting tanned in all as part of it, the sunshine being consistent and free from cloud-over games. Plus, for the two hours of tanning, I had no one around me or "accidentally" finding me. Astonishing to say the least. This could be the very location at which the SAR helicopter came to sit for 20 minutes after making four passes in this valley when hiking back in 2012.
Finally I get sync-ed in Gmail, a lame-assed contacts manager as one could expect. And lo, one more kick of the can as the contacts were doubled in number. Thankfully a "Remove Duplicates" button was available and even more astonishing was that it worked flawlessly the first time .
And a new harassment "feature" that made itself apparent in the last few days. Why, the Windows Cut/Copy/Paste doesn't work some how, and this latest stunt causes me to write the segment down and key it into a Search (or other) box. When does this insane abuse-athon ever end?
Sunday, April 12, 2015
Dressed Up for Yoga and No Yoga
04-06-2015
No yoga after getting dressed for it and then looking online at the schedule to find that it was cancelled this Easter Monday. I is a half-assed holiday here in Canada; government and PO, but most businesses open as usual. This would not of been the first time this is happened, as the perps had me dressed for yoga on a previous occasion and "happen" to meet the instructor later in the LD store when she was on her way back to her residence.
04-08-2015
In the vineyard I was raking nearly all day, sweeping the leaves and pruning cuttings in the row into the aisle (part between the rows, often grassy and mowed).
04-09-2015
After 15 hours or work time, the under-row raking is finished, or at least I thought, as I then went after the gopher holes and found a row I "somehow" missed.
Vole poisoning after that, and having a royal pissing match with the perps as it kept jamming up for no apparent reason.
Then some landscape chores and then it was time to go. A full day of sunshine, and plenty warm as well.
Today, like yesterday, my co-workers were ahead and following me on my home bound commute when ordinarily they stay an extra hour. Funny how their schedules can change so quickly.
04-11-2015
A haircut today, always a big deal for the perps. And lo, if two of the staff weren't hanging around the back of the place smoking cigarettes. They did the "split couple" act, having me walk between them while they were 25' apart in conversation for crissakes.
All that hair cutting is a big deal, as is any purposeful hair cut is. Just what the deal is all about I have no idea. I had a slim and young blonde hairstylist with a fugly tattoos on her inner R arm. Plenty of freaks elsewhere in the salon, I suppose she was an energetic reference for the perps as well.
A new phone and new grief; how does one get one's contacts from the old Android device (LG) to the new one (Samsung) except through Google's Gmail. Lets see, I was an IT professional for 20 years and somehow I "forgot" to get contacts off the old device to a medium or web site (Gmail) or whatever interim location and then load them to the new one. And lo, if Samsung's desktop software didn't work either. An online chat support session to reverse the device change didn't work as it went offline and couldn't connect to the network. Cell phones are nearly useless unless there is a connection, even if they are a computer essentially. Other desktop Android support and sync software didn't work as I could not find the commands to set up the phone that I had.
The chat support person got ancy on me for no reason, indicating that all I had to do was follow the "Change Device" procedures which made absolutely no reference to backing up or the Gmail syncing. Had that occurred, I would of dusted off my Gmail account and done the synchronization procedure.
04-12-2015
The Fuckover Follies of changing Android phone devices took up three hours last night, and ditto this morning. An hour online chat session this morning did not secure phone connectivity on my old LG. And so I went to the local cell customer support store amidst huge amounts of vehicular gangstalking plus the street painters needing to stop road traffic in one lane under the guise of road line marking, all so the oncoming vehicles were permitted to cross into my lane while I waited for the Traffic Control Technician to give me the go-ahead. There were three streets and a lane all at this confluence, and of course, vehicular traffic from all four directions. And of course those Stop and Slow signs they carry can get very confusing when there are that many roads to monitor.
And I get to the mall at 1115h to see the cell phone company representatives to get my old phone working with full connectivity and lo, if they didn't pull an ersatz store closure and put a paper sign up to indicate they would be closed for another two hours due to inventory re-stocking. Like WTF; they never do this and I have passed this store at least once per week for the last three years, and furthermore, the mall management ordinarily takes a dim view of non-standard mall store closures.
But I should not have been too surprised as the perps pulled this twice yesterday, having me go to the doctor's walk-in clinic twice before I went there later. They screwed me into "thinking" they open at 0800h, but no, it was an hour later I find from the notice on the door. When I returned, why, a huge flood of patients "happened" to be there, and I departed forthwith. Three hours later I go to get there before a 1300h closing time, and did finally succeed in getting the test results I was looking for. So two "warm up" (false start) visitations to the same location before I was allowed, per perp dictate, to get what I was after in the first place.
The perps were true to their word, that a forced nap was upon me even if I didn't feel tired. I was directed to lay down on my bed and was nap attacked for a little over two hours. The immediate previous activity was pissing around with the Google accounts, passwords and the infernal syntactical maze they created online, where "Add Account" actually means go to another existing account. They have this forced default where the last used email account somehow becomes one's default email/account. And lo, if it wasn't the redundant and deleted account that became my "default" account and came back from the world of being deleted to dog me into dysfunction-world in getting backed up in the Android environment.
And in this protracted agony of getting my contacts and other data recovered from my old phone, why, the Samsung support email, less than 24 hours old, "failed", indicating it timed out for a permissible access. And lo, if the phone support is only available from Monday to Friday. (This now being Sunday evening, PDT).
More valiant efforts to get my data recovered haven't gotten anywhere, but I did finally get the old phone connected, something that took many hours today. And still no progress on getting synced to Gmail, no apparent software to force a sync for crissakes. I was way ahead of this inanity with my Palm Pilot over 15 years ago. Though it would seem that Apple learned from it and made iTunes a PC-desktop support environment while Google just blithely assumed that Gmail was comparable. Not even close, and to get a current day so-called Android based smart phone supported on the desktop isn't doable. Or at least, until one gets to the Samsung and their Kies (on PC) support software. As for the rest of the laggards, LG being one of them, some three years after my cell phone contract they still don't get it. Obvioulsy the Palm Pilot system worked, and we cannot have that in the fog of FUD and all-things-must-screw-up-world of the perps, can we?
An exasperating weekend to say the least, with the opening shot fired by my cell phone provider. They of the every present gangstalking vans along with that criminal cable company here.
No yoga after getting dressed for it and then looking online at the schedule to find that it was cancelled this Easter Monday. I is a half-assed holiday here in Canada; government and PO, but most businesses open as usual. This would not of been the first time this is happened, as the perps had me dressed for yoga on a previous occasion and "happen" to meet the instructor later in the LD store when she was on her way back to her residence.
04-08-2015
In the vineyard I was raking nearly all day, sweeping the leaves and pruning cuttings in the row into the aisle (part between the rows, often grassy and mowed).
04-09-2015
After 15 hours or work time, the under-row raking is finished, or at least I thought, as I then went after the gopher holes and found a row I "somehow" missed.
Vole poisoning after that, and having a royal pissing match with the perps as it kept jamming up for no apparent reason.
Then some landscape chores and then it was time to go. A full day of sunshine, and plenty warm as well.
Today, like yesterday, my co-workers were ahead and following me on my home bound commute when ordinarily they stay an extra hour. Funny how their schedules can change so quickly.
04-11-2015
A haircut today, always a big deal for the perps. And lo, if two of the staff weren't hanging around the back of the place smoking cigarettes. They did the "split couple" act, having me walk between them while they were 25' apart in conversation for crissakes.
All that hair cutting is a big deal, as is any purposeful hair cut is. Just what the deal is all about I have no idea. I had a slim and young blonde hairstylist with a fugly tattoos on her inner R arm. Plenty of freaks elsewhere in the salon, I suppose she was an energetic reference for the perps as well.
A new phone and new grief; how does one get one's contacts from the old Android device (LG) to the new one (Samsung) except through Google's Gmail. Lets see, I was an IT professional for 20 years and somehow I "forgot" to get contacts off the old device to a medium or web site (Gmail) or whatever interim location and then load them to the new one. And lo, if Samsung's desktop software didn't work either. An online chat support session to reverse the device change didn't work as it went offline and couldn't connect to the network. Cell phones are nearly useless unless there is a connection, even if they are a computer essentially. Other desktop Android support and sync software didn't work as I could not find the commands to set up the phone that I had.
The chat support person got ancy on me for no reason, indicating that all I had to do was follow the "Change Device" procedures which made absolutely no reference to backing up or the Gmail syncing. Had that occurred, I would of dusted off my Gmail account and done the synchronization procedure.
04-12-2015
The Fuckover Follies of changing Android phone devices took up three hours last night, and ditto this morning. An hour online chat session this morning did not secure phone connectivity on my old LG. And so I went to the local cell customer support store amidst huge amounts of vehicular gangstalking plus the street painters needing to stop road traffic in one lane under the guise of road line marking, all so the oncoming vehicles were permitted to cross into my lane while I waited for the Traffic Control Technician to give me the go-ahead. There were three streets and a lane all at this confluence, and of course, vehicular traffic from all four directions. And of course those Stop and Slow signs they carry can get very confusing when there are that many roads to monitor.
And I get to the mall at 1115h to see the cell phone company representatives to get my old phone working with full connectivity and lo, if they didn't pull an ersatz store closure and put a paper sign up to indicate they would be closed for another two hours due to inventory re-stocking. Like WTF; they never do this and I have passed this store at least once per week for the last three years, and furthermore, the mall management ordinarily takes a dim view of non-standard mall store closures.
But I should not have been too surprised as the perps pulled this twice yesterday, having me go to the doctor's walk-in clinic twice before I went there later. They screwed me into "thinking" they open at 0800h, but no, it was an hour later I find from the notice on the door. When I returned, why, a huge flood of patients "happened" to be there, and I departed forthwith. Three hours later I go to get there before a 1300h closing time, and did finally succeed in getting the test results I was looking for. So two "warm up" (false start) visitations to the same location before I was allowed, per perp dictate, to get what I was after in the first place.
The perps were true to their word, that a forced nap was upon me even if I didn't feel tired. I was directed to lay down on my bed and was nap attacked for a little over two hours. The immediate previous activity was pissing around with the Google accounts, passwords and the infernal syntactical maze they created online, where "Add Account" actually means go to another existing account. They have this forced default where the last used email account somehow becomes one's default email/account. And lo, if it wasn't the redundant and deleted account that became my "default" account and came back from the world of being deleted to dog me into dysfunction-world in getting backed up in the Android environment.
And in this protracted agony of getting my contacts and other data recovered from my old phone, why, the Samsung support email, less than 24 hours old, "failed", indicating it timed out for a permissible access. And lo, if the phone support is only available from Monday to Friday. (This now being Sunday evening, PDT).
More valiant efforts to get my data recovered haven't gotten anywhere, but I did finally get the old phone connected, something that took many hours today. And still no progress on getting synced to Gmail, no apparent software to force a sync for crissakes. I was way ahead of this inanity with my Palm Pilot over 15 years ago. Though it would seem that Apple learned from it and made iTunes a PC-desktop support environment while Google just blithely assumed that Gmail was comparable. Not even close, and to get a current day so-called Android based smart phone supported on the desktop isn't doable. Or at least, until one gets to the Samsung and their Kies (on PC) support software. As for the rest of the laggards, LG being one of them, some three years after my cell phone contract they still don't get it. Obvioulsy the Palm Pilot system worked, and we cannot have that in the fog of FUD and all-things-must-screw-up-world of the perps, can we?
An exasperating weekend to say the least, with the opening shot fired by my cell phone provider. They of the every present gangstalking vans along with that criminal cable company here.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Open Wide
1820h
An 0900h dental cleaning appointment, and no dentist stop-by today, as she must take Tuesdays off. No matter, the dishy blonde dental hygienist was all over me while my mouth was open wide, scraping the plaque off my teeth. My gums are badly recessed, and that began in concert with the overt abuse onset in 04-2002, along with the densified magnetic field (1600 Gauss in 2009) my keepers have arranged around me. Another source of gum recession is ionizing radiation as in alpha, gamma rays etc., though I don't think this kind of irradiation is besieging me. I haven't had access to a Geiger counter come to think of it, so maybe this assumption is mistaken.
The dental hygienist was extra chatty today, though of course I couldn't respond much. As it turns out, she is from the Galicia region of Spain, born there in fact, and her parents emigrated to this city when she was six y.o. without knowing a word of English. Daunting to say the least. Interesting too, as this is a Celtic region of Spain, and the perps have liked to inject Celtic persons in my life, Welsh, Scottish and Irish. Ms. C of the story went to Ireland for a visit before the rain of abuse came on me. Some three years later my parents took a week's bus holiday there. And a Scottish born ex-wife as well.
The perps messed with the #2 bus and it didn't arrive per schedule. A woman was waiting for it too, and we ended up taking a cab together. All too cute, having me get in a light yellow vehicle with a green roof, seemingly not yet allowed to ride an a bright yellow Yellow Cab yet. The cab driver and this woman, both in the front seat, were remarking on all the extra vehicular traffic on the road (at 0850h), oncoming, turning in or off, and behind. I don't know why the perps have their shills expound on this obviousness, but as a 9.5 year long gangstalking victim, it travels with me all the time. Even another TI remarked on this last year when at a TI meeting. And my perp abetting mother goes on about all the vehicular traffic when in the vehicle, (me driving). Like WTF; as this is being mentioned it spells "arranged gangstalking abuse" to me, and here they are abetting in this insanity gone amok. And of course I never get to challenge them on this and state why there is this parade of color arranged vehicles around me. If that isn't mind control, I don't know what is.
Then back to this apartment, part way by bus, then walking the latter half of the way back. As usual, my ambulatory gangstalkers were about, though less than usual as it seemed they wanted to tail me with red dressed gangstalkers across the street, walking in parallel. And a rare instance of them not filling the bus up like they did later.. read on.
Off to the First Feral Family house where I am to rake leaves after lunch. The bus driver was doing the strangest things; stopping at a bus stop when no one was there and no one signalled to get off. He just stopped the bus there, opened the front door and had it sit idling there for two minutes, one stop short of his timing stop at Hillside and Shelbourne for locals. Then another instance of this enroute to the FFF house. The usual dude-stalk on the bus, as they like to ring me with dudes of late. Just so many dudes without day jobs in this wretched town. Funny how that is.
I raked leaves to the sound of at least two STRATCOM bombers overhead, though I didn't see any the one time I looked. The neighbors to the S. and W. started up their leaf blowers in near synchrony when I was out in the front yard. Funny how they hadn't been doing much leaf raking and then both of them "decide" (read, pre-arranged script), to do it when I was there. Both are retired and have all day to get on with it, but somehow this neighbor noise (and localized air vortices with associated EMF) erupt when I am visiting.
Also, the passing vehicle count increases when I am outside, as do the cyclists and walkers. One Asian woman has now set the record for back-and-forths, walking back and forth for no apparent reason; three times she walked in N-S pairs until she finally sauntered off. That she was in a redcoat and a white hat made it all the more ludicrous and arranged, unless she was totally deranged.
The perp excitement might of been that I was utilizing a new, blue plastic tarpaulin to rake the leaves onto, as it had been acquired two days ago by me and left in the garage until I had sufficient time to get to leaf raking. And I was wearing a similar blue polyester shirt, so one can imagine how the perps must be salivating over these fabrics and whatever commonality they have besides color.
Then the 1651 #28 bus into downtown, and what a farce it was with over 30 Fuckwits heading S. into downtown at this reverse commute time on a Tuesday. Even the commute buses heading in the opposite direction had less passengers. I got a rear bench seat after it had been vacated, and then they began to pack the bus with herds of 4 to 6 per stop afterward. I got a redcoat Asian male beside me for some 8 minutes, then a hiatus, then a red-brown leather coated young woman next to me for the latter 5 minutes of the 25 minute bus trip. The the quasi-biker dude in the leather jacket, who was first hanging back and standing at the exit for no reason, came and sat in front of me in the transverse seats, on his iPhone all the time. A near skinhead, only a 1/4" crew cut, and the perps managed to arrange the reflections in the windows so I couldn't avoid his image. The perps like to present male bikers to me, with or without their motorcycles. I have no idea what they did to me from 1956 to 1959 as the assholes deleted 99% of my recall, but it seems that bikers and motorcycles figure in this skein of abuse the perps like to create current day vignettes from, presumably to elicit abreactions that they remotely monitor me for, and are attempting to remediate. To the perps I say, go fuck yourselves, as I don't need to be fixed by anybody as I have been abused enough.
2220h
I am shifting my pictures and music libraries to another hard drive to make way for a solid state disk drive to be installed in the coming weeks. Tonight it was the pictures that I moved over, and it was the same freaking hassle as it was last night with the music, all 188Gb of it. The Move command in wretched Windows doesn't mean the same as in Unix; it still keeps the original copy and library links. So.... cut and paste games in Windows Explorer as well as deletions to follow, and to then go through the vexation of the viewing software, Picasa 3, to direct it to the new library location. After a number of faked or useless dialog boxes, and screaming at at the assholes at least 30x, I finally was allowed to persevere and get Picasa to find the pictures. Last night, it was the same vexation with getting Songbird to find the music library after I moved it and no apparent useful commands to do so. Then on a later boot-up it found them somehow.
Somewhere in there, the assholes zapped me and an overhead clunk sounded at exactly the same instant. As in, how can this be anything else but targeted abuse? And have I mentioned how much I like getting zapped, probably some 60 to 100x from unseen sources or means since this insane abuse train began.
Enough of the abuse and futility today, and time to go to bed.
An 0900h dental cleaning appointment, and no dentist stop-by today, as she must take Tuesdays off. No matter, the dishy blonde dental hygienist was all over me while my mouth was open wide, scraping the plaque off my teeth. My gums are badly recessed, and that began in concert with the overt abuse onset in 04-2002, along with the densified magnetic field (1600 Gauss in 2009) my keepers have arranged around me. Another source of gum recession is ionizing radiation as in alpha, gamma rays etc., though I don't think this kind of irradiation is besieging me. I haven't had access to a Geiger counter come to think of it, so maybe this assumption is mistaken.
The dental hygienist was extra chatty today, though of course I couldn't respond much. As it turns out, she is from the Galicia region of Spain, born there in fact, and her parents emigrated to this city when she was six y.o. without knowing a word of English. Daunting to say the least. Interesting too, as this is a Celtic region of Spain, and the perps have liked to inject Celtic persons in my life, Welsh, Scottish and Irish. Ms. C of the story went to Ireland for a visit before the rain of abuse came on me. Some three years later my parents took a week's bus holiday there. And a Scottish born ex-wife as well.
The perps messed with the #2 bus and it didn't arrive per schedule. A woman was waiting for it too, and we ended up taking a cab together. All too cute, having me get in a light yellow vehicle with a green roof, seemingly not yet allowed to ride an a bright yellow Yellow Cab yet. The cab driver and this woman, both in the front seat, were remarking on all the extra vehicular traffic on the road (at 0850h), oncoming, turning in or off, and behind. I don't know why the perps have their shills expound on this obviousness, but as a 9.5 year long gangstalking victim, it travels with me all the time. Even another TI remarked on this last year when at a TI meeting. And my perp abetting mother goes on about all the vehicular traffic when in the vehicle, (me driving). Like WTF; as this is being mentioned it spells "arranged gangstalking abuse" to me, and here they are abetting in this insanity gone amok. And of course I never get to challenge them on this and state why there is this parade of color arranged vehicles around me. If that isn't mind control, I don't know what is.
Then back to this apartment, part way by bus, then walking the latter half of the way back. As usual, my ambulatory gangstalkers were about, though less than usual as it seemed they wanted to tail me with red dressed gangstalkers across the street, walking in parallel. And a rare instance of them not filling the bus up like they did later.. read on.
Off to the First Feral Family house where I am to rake leaves after lunch. The bus driver was doing the strangest things; stopping at a bus stop when no one was there and no one signalled to get off. He just stopped the bus there, opened the front door and had it sit idling there for two minutes, one stop short of his timing stop at Hillside and Shelbourne for locals. Then another instance of this enroute to the FFF house. The usual dude-stalk on the bus, as they like to ring me with dudes of late. Just so many dudes without day jobs in this wretched town. Funny how that is.
I raked leaves to the sound of at least two STRATCOM bombers overhead, though I didn't see any the one time I looked. The neighbors to the S. and W. started up their leaf blowers in near synchrony when I was out in the front yard. Funny how they hadn't been doing much leaf raking and then both of them "decide" (read, pre-arranged script), to do it when I was there. Both are retired and have all day to get on with it, but somehow this neighbor noise (and localized air vortices with associated EMF) erupt when I am visiting.
Also, the passing vehicle count increases when I am outside, as do the cyclists and walkers. One Asian woman has now set the record for back-and-forths, walking back and forth for no apparent reason; three times she walked in N-S pairs until she finally sauntered off. That she was in a redcoat and a white hat made it all the more ludicrous and arranged, unless she was totally deranged.
The perp excitement might of been that I was utilizing a new, blue plastic tarpaulin to rake the leaves onto, as it had been acquired two days ago by me and left in the garage until I had sufficient time to get to leaf raking. And I was wearing a similar blue polyester shirt, so one can imagine how the perps must be salivating over these fabrics and whatever commonality they have besides color.
Then the 1651 #28 bus into downtown, and what a farce it was with over 30 Fuckwits heading S. into downtown at this reverse commute time on a Tuesday. Even the commute buses heading in the opposite direction had less passengers. I got a rear bench seat after it had been vacated, and then they began to pack the bus with herds of 4 to 6 per stop afterward. I got a redcoat Asian male beside me for some 8 minutes, then a hiatus, then a red-brown leather coated young woman next to me for the latter 5 minutes of the 25 minute bus trip. The the quasi-biker dude in the leather jacket, who was first hanging back and standing at the exit for no reason, came and sat in front of me in the transverse seats, on his iPhone all the time. A near skinhead, only a 1/4" crew cut, and the perps managed to arrange the reflections in the windows so I couldn't avoid his image. The perps like to present male bikers to me, with or without their motorcycles. I have no idea what they did to me from 1956 to 1959 as the assholes deleted 99% of my recall, but it seems that bikers and motorcycles figure in this skein of abuse the perps like to create current day vignettes from, presumably to elicit abreactions that they remotely monitor me for, and are attempting to remediate. To the perps I say, go fuck yourselves, as I don't need to be fixed by anybody as I have been abused enough.
2220h
I am shifting my pictures and music libraries to another hard drive to make way for a solid state disk drive to be installed in the coming weeks. Tonight it was the pictures that I moved over, and it was the same freaking hassle as it was last night with the music, all 188Gb of it. The Move command in wretched Windows doesn't mean the same as in Unix; it still keeps the original copy and library links. So.... cut and paste games in Windows Explorer as well as deletions to follow, and to then go through the vexation of the viewing software, Picasa 3, to direct it to the new library location. After a number of faked or useless dialog boxes, and screaming at at the assholes at least 30x, I finally was allowed to persevere and get Picasa to find the pictures. Last night, it was the same vexation with getting Songbird to find the music library after I moved it and no apparent useful commands to do so. Then on a later boot-up it found them somehow.
Somewhere in there, the assholes zapped me and an overhead clunk sounded at exactly the same instant. As in, how can this be anything else but targeted abuse? And have I mentioned how much I like getting zapped, probably some 60 to 100x from unseen sources or means since this insane abuse train began.
Enough of the abuse and futility today, and time to go to bed.
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
Mid Day Music Meta Data Tagging
1420h
A rare instance of being allowed to edit the meta data, aka "tags", of my music. I thought I had it done in Tag Scanner, but no, MP3 Tag Assistant cannot pick up what is in Tag Scanner. And then someone barfed on the metadata in two songs from one album and cleaned them out. Any new software that is installed, such as the latter tag editor, is a wide open opportunity for creating hassle, obstruction or other dynamic fuckery to stop me from using some features, or else getting features totally wrong. The PC environment was made for perp action; so many ways to do the same thing in Windows, and then again across multiple software from after-market vendors.
Feb 28, 2011
1250h
A stay-over at the First Feral Family house last night, the Oscars were on and lo, what happened at the critical juncture when Speilberg was introducing the ten nominees? Why, after the first film trailer was shown, the next film appeared to be some kind of cartoon, which I assumed was a nominee and part of the Oscar show, but using the current/trendy "no intro" approach and splicing them together. But no as it turned out; this was made to look like a glitch on the part of the cable TV signal supplier and they flipped the feed to another channel, showing a Bart Simpson like show instead. I didn't find out who won the Best Film until this morning when my mother told me she heard it on the clock radio. And strangely, I couldn't find out on the news that followed, none of them reported on the Best Picture.
And a major insane gangstalking show on the city bus, aka, mobile gangstalking platform. The assholes must of put on a perps-only bus for me it seemed, already at standing room (more than 25 passengers) when I got on early in its route. Then a near-wholesale flush of passengers at the next bus stop, this at 1100h on a Monday for crissakes. The negro act was there, and then he and the others departed at the next stop, and I get window seat on the lower deck, and a greyscale dressed dude slid over on the upper deck so he could be over me, from behind. And as the door was across the aisle from the back door, it wasn't too much of a surprise to see the back door opening needlessly at every stop, even if no passengers getting off. Been there, done that, and why to the drivers keep doing this, even on sub-zero snow blowing days?
And it seems a negro campaign has been launched yesterday; one dressed in red anorak and with the red hood tied up tight to his face, in true perp face-abating games. Another in green on the opposite side of the street, "happening" to be there when the bus arrived. The red-hoodied negro tailed me onto the bus, where on board, two more negroes were stationed, one at each end of the bench seat at the rear, and I was in the transverse seats only 3' away from one of them. The rear bench seat is my favorite place to sit, so I don't have some Fuckwit breathing down my neck and faces forward, and here was a negro in each of these two seats. And lo, if they didn't have a parade of Caucasian Fuckwits sit in the center seat, centered between the negroes, one male, one female. So it would seem, that the perps were doing a "between the seated negroes" test for the city bus trip to the First Feral Family house, some 30 minute bus trip. Funny that no other passengers sat between the negroes, only one at a time was allowed. Opposite, I had the the three dudes, one doing extensive open crotch spreading for the cause, a habit that has erupted since the perps went overt/beserk in 2002. And all the time, the background of dude chat, one of the signature sounds the perps like to hound me with, even in my own apartment.
I had my aquamarine blue umbrella with me when outbound yesterday, as it was raining considerably. It seem that the perps need to test me more often with this umbrella over me, and so it might be a wet spring with lots of umbrella time. The perps have put on plenty of umbrella bearing gangstalkers, and one of their stunts is to darken down the face of the umbrella holder, putting them in a deep dark shadow even if the umbrella isn't black or any greyscale color.
Today's bus inbound bus trip begat me a male red dressed gangstalker who sat beside me for some 20 minutes of the bus trip, which represents an escalation in the red dressed gangstalking, putting them so close to me for so long. Maybe the perps will let me wear red by the end of this harassment year. Imagine, hounding the living shit (literally) out of a victim for over nine years (after 04-2011) just over the fact that he doesn't like red, and needing to covertly plant red around him. Once off the bus, why, the "red-stalking" continued on the street, and they even put a redcoat as seen through the window of a store, the Fuckwit doing a bendover as well, all in the guise as appearing as a prospective TV shopping customer. The "piece de resistance", was a dude at the crosswalk wearing a red and yellow toque, a color combination that seems to particularly bedevil the perps, and which I loathe more than red alone. Not my problem; if I don't like certain colors, and combinations of colors, why am I besieged with insane gangstalkers and all manner of extra-conventional abuse over this for almost nine years now? Just more basic perp abusive insanity if you ask me.
Other BS at the FFF house and my perp-abetting mother was that they put on a detective show last night, a series from the UK was showing. And interestingly, the perps had her in the kitchen for the finale, when the principal antagonist gets gunned down in his house. This too, having the FFF abetting mother arranged to be a distance of some 12' away and in another room at the perp managed "death moment", onscreen in this case, represents seeming progress for the assholes to remotely detect whatever psychic fields they are looking to detect. In other words, my mother is acting as an abetting bio-field detector, and given that there is a strong distance-dependence component to their remote detection games, it would seem that this represents an advance in distance dependence detection methods in their remote detection games.
When one is contained in a densified magnetic field, measured over 1600 Gauss in 2009, one can be sure that anything is possible. Other TI's have reported being kept in a whitish glow that is only detectable when a photograph is taken of the TI, as they cannot see it. I have seen a glow around my shadow when sitting at the bus stop and observing my shadow crossing the white reflective painted shoulder line, so I would not be surprised if there was a plasmic whitish glow around me everywhere I go. And funny, no one has ever said anything. And funny, I only learned about this and put it together in the past few months.
Another screaming rage show erupted over Quicken and a new degraded function; it will now not import files from the hard drive after being downloaded from my bank. I did this to prevent the screw-ups that were erupting from direct bank downloads, but all of a sudden, it seems that this is the only option. Funny how the same software, and one that isn't updated online, can suddenly lose basic functionality all by itself. Not only have the perps stopped me from getting one with the month end accounting, "missing" January as well, but they have gone and messed up with how I get my files, exposing me to "runaway features" that they surely managed for the last time I attempted a direct Quicken link to my bank account online. More of the "new features", and I predict, this will be "happening" more often in 2011.
1705h
A big coughing and spluttering eruption outside my apartment door a few minutes ago, with the usual adroit timing. I had just linked to a site that the link text indicated was a tour of a data center, and the link shows this picture of a ship. At first glance I thought it was a bogus and spoofed link, like many I get, but no, this was a seismic survey ship and it collects large volumes of data in doing its studies. And so, while the initial spoof-thought, and then the realization it wasn't a spoof but a legit data center application, this very loud coughing and spluttering erupts outside my door. And of note, I had my hearing protection on, and the noise should of been highly attenuated, but "for some reason" it wasn't, hence why I say this was loud (if it were for real). Just another example of the strange and bizarre stunts that go on, and not forgetting that human and animal sounds are processed in the amygdala part of the brain for emotional content, and why, that is where the seat of psychic energy processing is also thought to reside. Interesting isn't it?
2400h
I got "forgetted" out of doing CD ripping tonight, something I had intended to do, as the sickos wanted me to focus on reviewing bookmarks of my stereo section, specifically wires and cables, and clean up the dead links and all. And of course they reminded me that many of the cable sheathing looking like snakes and snake skin, especially the lurid colored ones. And could this be an emulation/re-enactment of past subconscious traumatization associations where they wiped out my conscious recall? According to Carol Rutz in her book, (and here) who does remember these events when she was a child in the 1950's, she was sent to Montreal in the 1950's to meet the all-time pyschiatric abuser of peacetime, Dr. Ewan Cameron, originally from Scotland, who had a box of snakes into which he put her. And no less, she was injected with curare to immobilize her muscles so she couldn't do anything. And guess what, I was there in Montreal in 1956-57 and 1958-59, and I had 99% of my recall wiped out. So what happened to me then and why do I also get plenty of Scottish accented Fuckwits hounding my ass?
Its late, a haircut tomorrow, always a big perp event, and time to blog off.
A rare instance of being allowed to edit the meta data, aka "tags", of my music. I thought I had it done in Tag Scanner, but no, MP3 Tag Assistant cannot pick up what is in Tag Scanner. And then someone barfed on the metadata in two songs from one album and cleaned them out. Any new software that is installed, such as the latter tag editor, is a wide open opportunity for creating hassle, obstruction or other dynamic fuckery to stop me from using some features, or else getting features totally wrong. The PC environment was made for perp action; so many ways to do the same thing in Windows, and then again across multiple software from after-market vendors.
Feb 28, 2011
1250h
A stay-over at the First Feral Family house last night, the Oscars were on and lo, what happened at the critical juncture when Speilberg was introducing the ten nominees? Why, after the first film trailer was shown, the next film appeared to be some kind of cartoon, which I assumed was a nominee and part of the Oscar show, but using the current/trendy "no intro" approach and splicing them together. But no as it turned out; this was made to look like a glitch on the part of the cable TV signal supplier and they flipped the feed to another channel, showing a Bart Simpson like show instead. I didn't find out who won the Best Film until this morning when my mother told me she heard it on the clock radio. And strangely, I couldn't find out on the news that followed, none of them reported on the Best Picture.
And a major insane gangstalking show on the city bus, aka, mobile gangstalking platform. The assholes must of put on a perps-only bus for me it seemed, already at standing room (more than 25 passengers) when I got on early in its route. Then a near-wholesale flush of passengers at the next bus stop, this at 1100h on a Monday for crissakes. The negro act was there, and then he and the others departed at the next stop, and I get window seat on the lower deck, and a greyscale dressed dude slid over on the upper deck so he could be over me, from behind. And as the door was across the aisle from the back door, it wasn't too much of a surprise to see the back door opening needlessly at every stop, even if no passengers getting off. Been there, done that, and why to the drivers keep doing this, even on sub-zero snow blowing days?
And it seems a negro campaign has been launched yesterday; one dressed in red anorak and with the red hood tied up tight to his face, in true perp face-abating games. Another in green on the opposite side of the street, "happening" to be there when the bus arrived. The red-hoodied negro tailed me onto the bus, where on board, two more negroes were stationed, one at each end of the bench seat at the rear, and I was in the transverse seats only 3' away from one of them. The rear bench seat is my favorite place to sit, so I don't have some Fuckwit breathing down my neck and faces forward, and here was a negro in each of these two seats. And lo, if they didn't have a parade of Caucasian Fuckwits sit in the center seat, centered between the negroes, one male, one female. So it would seem, that the perps were doing a "between the seated negroes" test for the city bus trip to the First Feral Family house, some 30 minute bus trip. Funny that no other passengers sat between the negroes, only one at a time was allowed. Opposite, I had the the three dudes, one doing extensive open crotch spreading for the cause, a habit that has erupted since the perps went overt/beserk in 2002. And all the time, the background of dude chat, one of the signature sounds the perps like to hound me with, even in my own apartment.
I had my aquamarine blue umbrella with me when outbound yesterday, as it was raining considerably. It seem that the perps need to test me more often with this umbrella over me, and so it might be a wet spring with lots of umbrella time. The perps have put on plenty of umbrella bearing gangstalkers, and one of their stunts is to darken down the face of the umbrella holder, putting them in a deep dark shadow even if the umbrella isn't black or any greyscale color.
Today's bus inbound bus trip begat me a male red dressed gangstalker who sat beside me for some 20 minutes of the bus trip, which represents an escalation in the red dressed gangstalking, putting them so close to me for so long. Maybe the perps will let me wear red by the end of this harassment year. Imagine, hounding the living shit (literally) out of a victim for over nine years (after 04-2011) just over the fact that he doesn't like red, and needing to covertly plant red around him. Once off the bus, why, the "red-stalking" continued on the street, and they even put a redcoat as seen through the window of a store, the Fuckwit doing a bendover as well, all in the guise as appearing as a prospective TV shopping customer. The "piece de resistance", was a dude at the crosswalk wearing a red and yellow toque, a color combination that seems to particularly bedevil the perps, and which I loathe more than red alone. Not my problem; if I don't like certain colors, and combinations of colors, why am I besieged with insane gangstalkers and all manner of extra-conventional abuse over this for almost nine years now? Just more basic perp abusive insanity if you ask me.
Other BS at the FFF house and my perp-abetting mother was that they put on a detective show last night, a series from the UK was showing. And interestingly, the perps had her in the kitchen for the finale, when the principal antagonist gets gunned down in his house. This too, having the FFF abetting mother arranged to be a distance of some 12' away and in another room at the perp managed "death moment", onscreen in this case, represents seeming progress for the assholes to remotely detect whatever psychic fields they are looking to detect. In other words, my mother is acting as an abetting bio-field detector, and given that there is a strong distance-dependence component to their remote detection games, it would seem that this represents an advance in distance dependence detection methods in their remote detection games.
When one is contained in a densified magnetic field, measured over 1600 Gauss in 2009, one can be sure that anything is possible. Other TI's have reported being kept in a whitish glow that is only detectable when a photograph is taken of the TI, as they cannot see it. I have seen a glow around my shadow when sitting at the bus stop and observing my shadow crossing the white reflective painted shoulder line, so I would not be surprised if there was a plasmic whitish glow around me everywhere I go. And funny, no one has ever said anything. And funny, I only learned about this and put it together in the past few months.
Another screaming rage show erupted over Quicken and a new degraded function; it will now not import files from the hard drive after being downloaded from my bank. I did this to prevent the screw-ups that were erupting from direct bank downloads, but all of a sudden, it seems that this is the only option. Funny how the same software, and one that isn't updated online, can suddenly lose basic functionality all by itself. Not only have the perps stopped me from getting one with the month end accounting, "missing" January as well, but they have gone and messed up with how I get my files, exposing me to "runaway features" that they surely managed for the last time I attempted a direct Quicken link to my bank account online. More of the "new features", and I predict, this will be "happening" more often in 2011.
1705h
A big coughing and spluttering eruption outside my apartment door a few minutes ago, with the usual adroit timing. I had just linked to a site that the link text indicated was a tour of a data center, and the link shows this picture of a ship. At first glance I thought it was a bogus and spoofed link, like many I get, but no, this was a seismic survey ship and it collects large volumes of data in doing its studies. And so, while the initial spoof-thought, and then the realization it wasn't a spoof but a legit data center application, this very loud coughing and spluttering erupts outside my door. And of note, I had my hearing protection on, and the noise should of been highly attenuated, but "for some reason" it wasn't, hence why I say this was loud (if it were for real). Just another example of the strange and bizarre stunts that go on, and not forgetting that human and animal sounds are processed in the amygdala part of the brain for emotional content, and why, that is where the seat of psychic energy processing is also thought to reside. Interesting isn't it?
2400h
I got "forgetted" out of doing CD ripping tonight, something I had intended to do, as the sickos wanted me to focus on reviewing bookmarks of my stereo section, specifically wires and cables, and clean up the dead links and all. And of course they reminded me that many of the cable sheathing looking like snakes and snake skin, especially the lurid colored ones. And could this be an emulation/re-enactment of past subconscious traumatization associations where they wiped out my conscious recall? According to Carol Rutz in her book, (and here) who does remember these events when she was a child in the 1950's, she was sent to Montreal in the 1950's to meet the all-time pyschiatric abuser of peacetime, Dr. Ewan Cameron, originally from Scotland, who had a box of snakes into which he put her. And no less, she was injected with curare to immobilize her muscles so she couldn't do anything. And guess what, I was there in Montreal in 1956-57 and 1958-59, and I had 99% of my recall wiped out. So what happened to me then and why do I also get plenty of Scottish accented Fuckwits hounding my ass?
Its late, a haircut tomorrow, always a big perp event, and time to blog off.
Friday, February 05, 2010
Bifurcation
1205h
That title translated, specifically means doing two things at once, or interleaved activities, swapping between them. And hopping between two activities is a big deal for the sickos. Today it is all about Linux boot partitions, and then ordering a removable hard drive rack (obviates the need for a boot partition/disc), and then back to boot partitions and boot manager software. Why the sickos want me involved in this is strange, but I am getting enough noise stalking through the earmuffs to let me know that they are vitally interested. Other coincident phenomenon are light flashes, shadow flashes (momentary darkening), mouth and saliva noises and some printing activity on the side. Just too fascinating for them it would seem, having me on the edge of cognitive capability, not to mention a potential danger of taking out the hard drive and wiping this here Windows software. Along the way, as part of this mornings' efforts on this theme, I ordered a trayless removable rack and an extra hard drive. This hardware configuration has been a long time notion, planted before overt harassment, as far back as 2000 when I got back online from home. I could detail some more of this pedantic topic, but I will leave it at this, more as a mention than the gory techinical details, which will be only partial in any event.
1340 h
A series of overhead pounding noises heard through the earmuffs is continuing as I write this. It is about 1h40min after lunch, and as before, it seems that food digestion bedevils the assholes, and they have their post-meal set point when they go stupid with noise. Most prime harassment activities are scheduled just before lunch or dinner, often protracting the meal time as part of the arrangements. Hence, Thursday's (yesterday) yoga at 1130h, finishing for the four block gangstalk gauntlet at 1235h or so.
As always, the associated activity at the time of the noise assault is always of note; today, more pounding noises started when reading about the recent release of the Palin emails.
1415h
I have done some more mind-share analysis of the present PC events/stunts; a possible boot disc manager software load, dual O/S and the related goings on of the 3 month old hard drive getting bad sectors, and also the impasse over backing it up. With all that going on, starting with the lastmost activty and the pissing match that it has become, one has to wonder where this is all going, save a disaster in the making. Don't ask me what it means for the sickos, but they are decidedly interested in all this, especially by way of the flashes of light that are displaying on the wall in my peripherial vision. As always, how such bright and focussed beams get some six stories up and in this apartment block is very strange by any account.
2000h
The sickos have been keeping me in all day, and even doing laundry (hallway accessed) and vacuuming today while the laundry was on. So... when they let me out later in the day, it becomes a major gangstalking event, which it was.
An hour after dinner was spent in futile attempts to get a boot manager software suite loaded and functioning, but to no avail. The two downloads identified the discs easy enough, but there is a logical boot partition on one of them, and it didn't show up to be assigned a boot file. (Or whatever the fuck it is supposed to do, as I don't have this all figured out yet, and even the Oracle instructions don't help when it says to take the default, which means wiping out the entire drive). And it seems this effort, even if expended in futility, was so interesting that a major gangstalk scene was on.
They even brought out the past building manager to loiter outside on the sidewalk and suck on a cigarette. Then three of them descending on me once at the sidewalk, and to "escape" I attempt to cross the street, but lo, if they didn't have it covered with vehicles coursing by. Then at the first pedestrian traffic signal, the babe in red and her black labrador dog were patiently waiting on the other side, and once on the sidewalk the white panted dufus dude comes in. Then all of a sudden no gangstalkers for half the block until the outside of the LD store. Then relatively few in the foyer area save one wacko dude in a red toque headed out the exit. I get to where the Pears soap is and there was three of them all around, and the stocking/stalking dude follows me up the asshole as I walk by, and then having walked too far, we do this little dance in the aisle among the displays that are constricting aisle space. Then once I picked up the box of soap and then no other gangstalkers coming at me around the corners like they ususally do. Then onto the chocolate and junkfood aisle, and an all time first, no one there. But alas, as I enter the aisle a young woman comes tromping through and puts on the yawn next to the chocolate section. I get the chocolate without any further gangstalkers, the first time in years at that location, and onto the laundry detergent, where oddly, no gangstalkers. Onto the checkouts and I see they closed one down, and the one open one has a wooly Caucasian hurl-do dude, aka, rasta hair, about as disgusting as hair can look. Off to Customer Service as no one is there to get a cashier, and lo, three Fuckwits arrive in a flush, one being the red toqued goof mentioned above, now entering the store after exiting with nothing. One of them arrives behind me while my groceries are being checked out and I am about to pay, and he needs to phone someone he tells the cashier. Anyhow, out of there, and two more Fuckwits together cross my path at the exit outside and just about walk into each other getting in the same entrance door. Another passel of six gangstalkers at the liquor store on my beat back to my place and I was done, not even door service (a common gangstalking feint). This on and off gangstalking clusters is something totally new, as I usually get a steady stream with some clusters in some locations.
Which begs the question as to what that was all about; did they want me fresh from software install futility or was it because I was cooped up all day? Hard to know, and nearly always are there multiple objectives in one sortie.
2040h
And what is with this ongoing and increasing campaign to create momentary visual smear or pixellations? This often happens when I am looking at text, and then a momentary glance and it is all smeared usually in some kind of parallel striated pattern or in a vortex swirl. I have been getting more of this of late, and it seems in one case when in the kitchen and looking at the circular stove burners, often a glance over my shoulder, that the arc of the edge of the burner at the stovetop appears to be staircased in rough pixels of the same color. Its as if the assholes don't want me to see an arced line for crissakes. That and a few other hundred or so physical geometries they constant distort in my visual field.
2110h
Two more rounds of boot manager software failing; not even running this time, never mind the fake of apparent function with the Windows dialog boxes that go nowhere. Why is something so simple orchestrated to be so protracted?
2225h
Major visual problems; plasma beams along lines on the LCD display, and the always visible trails of masers wafting in my visual field. And the odd maser making a beeline toward me. I saw one such maser yesterday, coming off the dry-erase board at the front of the classroom, emanating the word "name" as it was written. More WTF, and when is this rape-show done? Not for at least two more years it seems. Any IT/Oracle jobs are going to happen until 4Q2010 my mother intimated a month or so ago. Take it from there, and the desperate clown show that keeps rolling on.
That title translated, specifically means doing two things at once, or interleaved activities, swapping between them. And hopping between two activities is a big deal for the sickos. Today it is all about Linux boot partitions, and then ordering a removable hard drive rack (obviates the need for a boot partition/disc), and then back to boot partitions and boot manager software. Why the sickos want me involved in this is strange, but I am getting enough noise stalking through the earmuffs to let me know that they are vitally interested. Other coincident phenomenon are light flashes, shadow flashes (momentary darkening), mouth and saliva noises and some printing activity on the side. Just too fascinating for them it would seem, having me on the edge of cognitive capability, not to mention a potential danger of taking out the hard drive and wiping this here Windows software. Along the way, as part of this mornings' efforts on this theme, I ordered a trayless removable rack and an extra hard drive. This hardware configuration has been a long time notion, planted before overt harassment, as far back as 2000 when I got back online from home. I could detail some more of this pedantic topic, but I will leave it at this, more as a mention than the gory techinical details, which will be only partial in any event.
1340 h
A series of overhead pounding noises heard through the earmuffs is continuing as I write this. It is about 1h40min after lunch, and as before, it seems that food digestion bedevils the assholes, and they have their post-meal set point when they go stupid with noise. Most prime harassment activities are scheduled just before lunch or dinner, often protracting the meal time as part of the arrangements. Hence, Thursday's (yesterday) yoga at 1130h, finishing for the four block gangstalk gauntlet at 1235h or so.
As always, the associated activity at the time of the noise assault is always of note; today, more pounding noises started when reading about the recent release of the Palin emails.
1415h
I have done some more mind-share analysis of the present PC events/stunts; a possible boot disc manager software load, dual O/S and the related goings on of the 3 month old hard drive getting bad sectors, and also the impasse over backing it up. With all that going on, starting with the lastmost activty and the pissing match that it has become, one has to wonder where this is all going, save a disaster in the making. Don't ask me what it means for the sickos, but they are decidedly interested in all this, especially by way of the flashes of light that are displaying on the wall in my peripherial vision. As always, how such bright and focussed beams get some six stories up and in this apartment block is very strange by any account.
2000h
The sickos have been keeping me in all day, and even doing laundry (hallway accessed) and vacuuming today while the laundry was on. So... when they let me out later in the day, it becomes a major gangstalking event, which it was.
An hour after dinner was spent in futile attempts to get a boot manager software suite loaded and functioning, but to no avail. The two downloads identified the discs easy enough, but there is a logical boot partition on one of them, and it didn't show up to be assigned a boot file. (Or whatever the fuck it is supposed to do, as I don't have this all figured out yet, and even the Oracle instructions don't help when it says to take the default, which means wiping out the entire drive). And it seems this effort, even if expended in futility, was so interesting that a major gangstalk scene was on.
They even brought out the past building manager to loiter outside on the sidewalk and suck on a cigarette. Then three of them descending on me once at the sidewalk, and to "escape" I attempt to cross the street, but lo, if they didn't have it covered with vehicles coursing by. Then at the first pedestrian traffic signal, the babe in red and her black labrador dog were patiently waiting on the other side, and once on the sidewalk the white panted dufus dude comes in. Then all of a sudden no gangstalkers for half the block until the outside of the LD store. Then relatively few in the foyer area save one wacko dude in a red toque headed out the exit. I get to where the Pears soap is and there was three of them all around, and the stocking/stalking dude follows me up the asshole as I walk by, and then having walked too far, we do this little dance in the aisle among the displays that are constricting aisle space. Then once I picked up the box of soap and then no other gangstalkers coming at me around the corners like they ususally do. Then onto the chocolate and junkfood aisle, and an all time first, no one there. But alas, as I enter the aisle a young woman comes tromping through and puts on the yawn next to the chocolate section. I get the chocolate without any further gangstalkers, the first time in years at that location, and onto the laundry detergent, where oddly, no gangstalkers. Onto the checkouts and I see they closed one down, and the one open one has a wooly Caucasian hurl-do dude, aka, rasta hair, about as disgusting as hair can look. Off to Customer Service as no one is there to get a cashier, and lo, three Fuckwits arrive in a flush, one being the red toqued goof mentioned above, now entering the store after exiting with nothing. One of them arrives behind me while my groceries are being checked out and I am about to pay, and he needs to phone someone he tells the cashier. Anyhow, out of there, and two more Fuckwits together cross my path at the exit outside and just about walk into each other getting in the same entrance door. Another passel of six gangstalkers at the liquor store on my beat back to my place and I was done, not even door service (a common gangstalking feint). This on and off gangstalking clusters is something totally new, as I usually get a steady stream with some clusters in some locations.
Which begs the question as to what that was all about; did they want me fresh from software install futility or was it because I was cooped up all day? Hard to know, and nearly always are there multiple objectives in one sortie.
2040h
And what is with this ongoing and increasing campaign to create momentary visual smear or pixellations? This often happens when I am looking at text, and then a momentary glance and it is all smeared usually in some kind of parallel striated pattern or in a vortex swirl. I have been getting more of this of late, and it seems in one case when in the kitchen and looking at the circular stove burners, often a glance over my shoulder, that the arc of the edge of the burner at the stovetop appears to be staircased in rough pixels of the same color. Its as if the assholes don't want me to see an arced line for crissakes. That and a few other hundred or so physical geometries they constant distort in my visual field.
2110h
Two more rounds of boot manager software failing; not even running this time, never mind the fake of apparent function with the Windows dialog boxes that go nowhere. Why is something so simple orchestrated to be so protracted?
2225h
Major visual problems; plasma beams along lines on the LCD display, and the always visible trails of masers wafting in my visual field. And the odd maser making a beeline toward me. I saw one such maser yesterday, coming off the dry-erase board at the front of the classroom, emanating the word "name" as it was written. More WTF, and when is this rape-show done? Not for at least two more years it seems. Any IT/Oracle jobs are going to happen until 4Q2010 my mother intimated a month or so ago. Take it from there, and the desperate clown show that keeps rolling on.
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