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.
Showing posts with label soil energetics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label soil energetics. Show all posts
Sunday, September 29, 2019
Monday, September 23, 2019
Digging Holes
09-18-2019
A job interview this morning with a contractor who does building leveling. Seems that he wants laborers to dig holes at the foundations for hydraulic jacking. It was about the most informal and oddest job interview that I've known. I was raining and he hadn't arrived, but a young and slender Middle Eastern woman with reasonable English was there, standing outside the office. I introduced myself, and she made no move to invite me inside. Not that she struck me as a hole digging laborer either. The Boss Man arrived a few minutes later, and he introduces himself, and begins the interview, outside in the rain. A sketchy Middle Eastern male, possibly the spouse of the young woman, also arrives and stands behind the Boss Man. So here we are, four of us, standing out in the rain when there was an open office door 4' away. As to what the Middle Eastern types were doing hanging around and not explaining anything was just plain strange. In fact, I find it downright perturbing to have anyone hang around that doesn't seem to have a purpose, anywhere. (This was long before I knew I was a gangstalking target, and or course, is much worse now). Even harmony singers with larger bands I find annoying, even if it isn't a direct threat to me. So perhaps the perps are adding in these Shiftless Shits, (the SS), just to get me unsettled for whatever reason. Perhaps to one day determine the neural energetics of being gangstalked, so they can gangstalk more naive targets who will be kept in that state because they are neurally influenced to this deeper degree and their similar reaction (to mine) will be defeated. Just a passing speculative notion as to what they might be up to.
The Boss Man begins to tell me about the job, and that there is about 60% work on the road, staying two to a room, and working 12 hour days at times. And he details the rest of the particulars about the work, e.g. pay, etc. I ask him some questions about the nature of the business and work conditions etc. We speak for about 15 minutes, and it turns out he wants me to start tomorrow, which is doable. So I am going to give it a try, and see if I can do this gig, as it seems labor work is all I am going to get. Last year's bullshit interviews over viticulture assistant jobs made it loud and clear; no supervisory or collaborative work for me, no matter how much experience I have to offer. Ditto on doing tractor work; it continually doesn't happen no matter the obvious opportunities at the vineyards I have worked on. And in this highly orchestrated existence, there are no coincidences, just plain obstructions until I find someone that hires me.
But what a shit show this morning in getting ready; the Psychopaths scrambled the shit out of me, (to piss me off as a minimum), put on a profusion of extra road traffic, and even threw in two pointless errands, where each of the businesses was closed.
On the way home, more traffic overload, and even a helicopter turning overhead at my residence, kind of making it obvious that is all they were up for. I cannot count the number of aircraft that do turns overhead here. At least they didn't put on that particularly noisy single engine fixed wing aircraft that is so regular.
I went swimming last night, a serious hour long work coached out. It turns out that the coach is one of the top triathletes in W Canada. He seemed a decent guy and offered some swimming improvements. Three other swimmers were there, not quite the crowd I was accustomed to in the bigger city, usually 20 to 25 per practice.
09-19-2019
A three nines and two ones date; a big deal for the numerology types, though it means squat to me, as I don't really follow that stuff.
But a day where I am beat; I began the house lifting/leveling outfit today, and dug holes next to the foundation for at least 8 of the 9.5 hours at work. What a fuck of a job, never mind how physically taxing it is. My co-workers are a young Mexican couple, though he seems like a Middle-East type from Europe. They speak good English, and are respectful, cooperative and polite.
The latter three qualities were lacking from my Russian co-worker last year on the four month long mill-work (cabinets and counters) installation job. That little shit was constantly on my ass, waiting to grab the tool (even if mine) I was using from my hands as one example of him irking me. He operated under a beat from a different drummer, despite my long running entreaties and attempts to connect with him. Even if he was about 27 yo., he seemed to be looking for subservience from this (then) 64 yo. Finally, when he was having a pissy fit for no seeming genuine reason, I had to go back to the basics and tell him that I didn't work for him, and if there are any calls on variation to specifications (the apparent issue), the foreman makes the call, not him. That pissed him off further. I cannot think of a more thankless co-worker for all the job training I gave him. Sure he was smart, but was by no means infallible, and disinclined to cooperate if there was an out. Some of my drill bits and tools went missing at the end of project; they were locked up every night, and it seemed that whoever took them had specific knowledge as well as access. It may of well been him too.
Anyhow, I don't expect any such antics from my new co-workers in the least, and the Boss Man seems pretty mellow, but is decidedly knowledgeable and connected with the house (and structures) lifting business. And has a decent sense of humor no less. All for the good if I can take the physical work.
And on account of the above mentioned mill-work outfit (more stories there, but I will refrain, though likely covered in past postings), who are now doing another project in town, and who strangely (IMHO) re-hired the aforesaid Russian shit in place of me, I am now digging holes at foundations so the mounts under the footings can be placed and the hydraulic ram can launch steel tubular columns to stop settling and re-level the structure.
As it "happens" the Psychopaths have a long running interest in me being exposed to soils and trenches, and too, go silly with noise-stalking and gangstalking each time I enter or exit a building, so it would seem this latest gig just plain suits their nonconsensual human experimentation purposes to a "T". Add in the tool switching needed to dig out the holes (5' today), another one of their Fuckery interests, and lo, one has another Perp-Perfect Fuckover job for the TI Victim (me). This is a small business, with a high demand for services, so it would seem this could be a longer term gig. But as long-term regular readers will know, the Psychopaths don't let me go for more than two years at a gig, so one has to wonder what their exit plan is.
09-22-2019
A day off today, Sunday. Two prior days of digging holes (same one), now down about 10', and a few inches more to go. We need to bucket the soil out of the hole as it is too high to lift. But we are under the footing at least, and his piling mounts need to fit underneath it. The boss is a slave master in that he wants 10 hour days, and doesn't pay for a 30 minute lunch. So that is 10.5 hour days, and the Mexican couple I work with don't seem to get it that I want to be gone at 1730h, but instead they seem to putz around and take another 20 minutes before all is closed up for the day. I am not a crack-at-8-hours-flee-the-job guy, and usually put in 15 minutes extra most days, but for longer work days I want to be gone ASAP.
And how does one get personal errands done when many business open and close after and before I finish work? I haven't mastered that one yet, and the Boss Man seems to want me to leave my vehicle in his locked compound and ride with the Mexicans from the shop to the job site. I will ask him if I can work shorter hours as I won't be able to get to yoga tomorrow at 1730h at this rate. I reckon I will end up with a job site direct to yoga situation tomorrow. (Or else he will nix leaving early, and thereby annoying me for the long term, as work on the road leaves even less opportunity to get local personal errands done). That is, dusty and dirty post-job and no chance to clean up before yoga. The perps like to arrange those kind of permutations and combinations, where they have me panicked due to unforseen delays (ahem), causing me to skip the normal sequence of going to my residence, and to my next commitment.
The all time Fuckover classic in this respect was when I flew from Spokane to San Antonio, first driving down from Nelson BC. The flight was likely on a Monday, and I flew back from San Antonio on a Friday. I expected to then drive back to Nelson, BC that day, and then proceed with my next commitment by driving to Victoria, BC on the Sunday. And lo, if all of the Spokane region wasn't fogged in, and the returning flight could not land, so it proceeded to Vancouver BC, as part of its intended flight route. Like WTF; if they cannot land they shouldn't proceed to another country IMHO. And "of course" I got snookered as I did not expect to need my passport which I had left in my vehicle at the Spokane Airport. And "of course" I got shit from the Canadian border control guy for not having my passport with me. A driver's license sufficed in those days, so it didn't become an major incident. I caught a short flight from Vancouver to Victoria, across the water from Vancouver, and then attended my business meetings there. All to screw me out of my expected routine of returning home before starting a new journey. Not a major deal, and it was in the pre-berserk/overt abuse days, but doubtless they were playing the same themes as they do now, just with greater and obvious intensity.
And too, the Fuckwits like to create fuckery events when crossing borders, so I assume that played a role in all of it too.
09-23-2019
Three days of digging holes next to foundations last week; today we set the pilings and began to backfill to 3' depth. I was two days on a hole that ended up some 11' deep, about 30" square to get under the footings and put in the piling bracket. The Boss Man did the hydraulic jacking, and he got the steel pilings 15' down from the bottom of the hole. I believe he is going to raise the carport about 3" total.
And plenty of rain this past week, most atypical September weather for this region. Most of the dug out material was under a sheet of poly plastic so it didn't all turn to mud, or more like, a sticky clay mass thankfully. But there was enough small pieces that did to make sure plenty of mud stuck to my boots and got on my clothes. On with the soil games the Perps so much like.
I was allowed to split work "early" and go to yoga. The Boss Man likes to go 10.5 hour days, even while at home, never mind those on the road. A bit much to be sure. Anyhow, regular Monday night yoga started at 1730h, the same as his normal work end time, but he allowed me to leave early. I needn't of bothered though; yoga was an overpopulated shit show; at least 20 yogis, and two shirtless males arranged around me, one with a fair amount of "tat-splat" (tattoos) as I call it. And another three elsewhere in the room. I cannot stand the sight of tattoos, and these shirtless dudes also seems to be a new yoga phenonmenon as well. For the flabby white gutted ones; just put your shirts on and quit looking so ridiculous. Or, for the muscle bound "tat-splatted" dudes, why on earth do you even come to yoga when it is quite plain you are so hopeless at it? Doing weights does not make one flexible I have come to learn by observing these muscle bound tourist dudes, and besides, I haven't seen one yet that lasted more than about 5 classes before they get pulled and move onto whatever.
And for the fugly tat-splatted shirtless dude that just had to get too close to me, just back the fuck off; I don't need to see you lurking in my peripherial vision, nor see your sprawling self or the ridiculous bi-level haircut with the bob-job. Talk about hitting multiple Unfavoreds; dude, shirtless, tattoos, bob-job, and way too close.
And where do they get this new flush of yoga stalkers all the time? Maybe about 6 regulars, and all the rest are either recent, or just arrived yoga tourists. At least last week, they put on a gorgeous young babe with this lovely mane that kept cascading down. Most curious, as most women tie their hair back for yoga, but this babe (it seemed) needed to hide her face with her hair dropping down in front. I don't think I have seen such a display of women's hair at yoga before. In typical yoga tourist stalking mode, she wasn't there this week, as the pretty ones seem to get one-time stalking duty.
Anyhow, enough for a post I figure, and to call the week past done.
A job interview this morning with a contractor who does building leveling. Seems that he wants laborers to dig holes at the foundations for hydraulic jacking. It was about the most informal and oddest job interview that I've known. I was raining and he hadn't arrived, but a young and slender Middle Eastern woman with reasonable English was there, standing outside the office. I introduced myself, and she made no move to invite me inside. Not that she struck me as a hole digging laborer either. The Boss Man arrived a few minutes later, and he introduces himself, and begins the interview, outside in the rain. A sketchy Middle Eastern male, possibly the spouse of the young woman, also arrives and stands behind the Boss Man. So here we are, four of us, standing out in the rain when there was an open office door 4' away. As to what the Middle Eastern types were doing hanging around and not explaining anything was just plain strange. In fact, I find it downright perturbing to have anyone hang around that doesn't seem to have a purpose, anywhere. (This was long before I knew I was a gangstalking target, and or course, is much worse now). Even harmony singers with larger bands I find annoying, even if it isn't a direct threat to me. So perhaps the perps are adding in these Shiftless Shits, (the SS), just to get me unsettled for whatever reason. Perhaps to one day determine the neural energetics of being gangstalked, so they can gangstalk more naive targets who will be kept in that state because they are neurally influenced to this deeper degree and their similar reaction (to mine) will be defeated. Just a passing speculative notion as to what they might be up to.
The Boss Man begins to tell me about the job, and that there is about 60% work on the road, staying two to a room, and working 12 hour days at times. And he details the rest of the particulars about the work, e.g. pay, etc. I ask him some questions about the nature of the business and work conditions etc. We speak for about 15 minutes, and it turns out he wants me to start tomorrow, which is doable. So I am going to give it a try, and see if I can do this gig, as it seems labor work is all I am going to get. Last year's bullshit interviews over viticulture assistant jobs made it loud and clear; no supervisory or collaborative work for me, no matter how much experience I have to offer. Ditto on doing tractor work; it continually doesn't happen no matter the obvious opportunities at the vineyards I have worked on. And in this highly orchestrated existence, there are no coincidences, just plain obstructions until I find someone that hires me.
But what a shit show this morning in getting ready; the Psychopaths scrambled the shit out of me, (to piss me off as a minimum), put on a profusion of extra road traffic, and even threw in two pointless errands, where each of the businesses was closed.
On the way home, more traffic overload, and even a helicopter turning overhead at my residence, kind of making it obvious that is all they were up for. I cannot count the number of aircraft that do turns overhead here. At least they didn't put on that particularly noisy single engine fixed wing aircraft that is so regular.
I went swimming last night, a serious hour long work coached out. It turns out that the coach is one of the top triathletes in W Canada. He seemed a decent guy and offered some swimming improvements. Three other swimmers were there, not quite the crowd I was accustomed to in the bigger city, usually 20 to 25 per practice.
09-19-2019
A three nines and two ones date; a big deal for the numerology types, though it means squat to me, as I don't really follow that stuff.
But a day where I am beat; I began the house lifting/leveling outfit today, and dug holes next to the foundation for at least 8 of the 9.5 hours at work. What a fuck of a job, never mind how physically taxing it is. My co-workers are a young Mexican couple, though he seems like a Middle-East type from Europe. They speak good English, and are respectful, cooperative and polite.
The latter three qualities were lacking from my Russian co-worker last year on the four month long mill-work (cabinets and counters) installation job. That little shit was constantly on my ass, waiting to grab the tool (even if mine) I was using from my hands as one example of him irking me. He operated under a beat from a different drummer, despite my long running entreaties and attempts to connect with him. Even if he was about 27 yo., he seemed to be looking for subservience from this (then) 64 yo. Finally, when he was having a pissy fit for no seeming genuine reason, I had to go back to the basics and tell him that I didn't work for him, and if there are any calls on variation to specifications (the apparent issue), the foreman makes the call, not him. That pissed him off further. I cannot think of a more thankless co-worker for all the job training I gave him. Sure he was smart, but was by no means infallible, and disinclined to cooperate if there was an out. Some of my drill bits and tools went missing at the end of project; they were locked up every night, and it seemed that whoever took them had specific knowledge as well as access. It may of well been him too.
Anyhow, I don't expect any such antics from my new co-workers in the least, and the Boss Man seems pretty mellow, but is decidedly knowledgeable and connected with the house (and structures) lifting business. And has a decent sense of humor no less. All for the good if I can take the physical work.
And on account of the above mentioned mill-work outfit (more stories there, but I will refrain, though likely covered in past postings), who are now doing another project in town, and who strangely (IMHO) re-hired the aforesaid Russian shit in place of me, I am now digging holes at foundations so the mounts under the footings can be placed and the hydraulic ram can launch steel tubular columns to stop settling and re-level the structure.
As it "happens" the Psychopaths have a long running interest in me being exposed to soils and trenches, and too, go silly with noise-stalking and gangstalking each time I enter or exit a building, so it would seem this latest gig just plain suits their nonconsensual human experimentation purposes to a "T". Add in the tool switching needed to dig out the holes (5' today), another one of their Fuckery interests, and lo, one has another Perp-Perfect Fuckover job for the TI Victim (me). This is a small business, with a high demand for services, so it would seem this could be a longer term gig. But as long-term regular readers will know, the Psychopaths don't let me go for more than two years at a gig, so one has to wonder what their exit plan is.
09-22-2019
A day off today, Sunday. Two prior days of digging holes (same one), now down about 10', and a few inches more to go. We need to bucket the soil out of the hole as it is too high to lift. But we are under the footing at least, and his piling mounts need to fit underneath it. The boss is a slave master in that he wants 10 hour days, and doesn't pay for a 30 minute lunch. So that is 10.5 hour days, and the Mexican couple I work with don't seem to get it that I want to be gone at 1730h, but instead they seem to putz around and take another 20 minutes before all is closed up for the day. I am not a crack-at-8-hours-flee-the-job guy, and usually put in 15 minutes extra most days, but for longer work days I want to be gone ASAP.
And how does one get personal errands done when many business open and close after and before I finish work? I haven't mastered that one yet, and the Boss Man seems to want me to leave my vehicle in his locked compound and ride with the Mexicans from the shop to the job site. I will ask him if I can work shorter hours as I won't be able to get to yoga tomorrow at 1730h at this rate. I reckon I will end up with a job site direct to yoga situation tomorrow. (Or else he will nix leaving early, and thereby annoying me for the long term, as work on the road leaves even less opportunity to get local personal errands done). That is, dusty and dirty post-job and no chance to clean up before yoga. The perps like to arrange those kind of permutations and combinations, where they have me panicked due to unforseen delays (ahem), causing me to skip the normal sequence of going to my residence, and to my next commitment.
The all time Fuckover classic in this respect was when I flew from Spokane to San Antonio, first driving down from Nelson BC. The flight was likely on a Monday, and I flew back from San Antonio on a Friday. I expected to then drive back to Nelson, BC that day, and then proceed with my next commitment by driving to Victoria, BC on the Sunday. And lo, if all of the Spokane region wasn't fogged in, and the returning flight could not land, so it proceeded to Vancouver BC, as part of its intended flight route. Like WTF; if they cannot land they shouldn't proceed to another country IMHO. And "of course" I got snookered as I did not expect to need my passport which I had left in my vehicle at the Spokane Airport. And "of course" I got shit from the Canadian border control guy for not having my passport with me. A driver's license sufficed in those days, so it didn't become an major incident. I caught a short flight from Vancouver to Victoria, across the water from Vancouver, and then attended my business meetings there. All to screw me out of my expected routine of returning home before starting a new journey. Not a major deal, and it was in the pre-berserk/overt abuse days, but doubtless they were playing the same themes as they do now, just with greater and obvious intensity.
And too, the Fuckwits like to create fuckery events when crossing borders, so I assume that played a role in all of it too.
09-23-2019
Three days of digging holes next to foundations last week; today we set the pilings and began to backfill to 3' depth. I was two days on a hole that ended up some 11' deep, about 30" square to get under the footings and put in the piling bracket. The Boss Man did the hydraulic jacking, and he got the steel pilings 15' down from the bottom of the hole. I believe he is going to raise the carport about 3" total.
And plenty of rain this past week, most atypical September weather for this region. Most of the dug out material was under a sheet of poly plastic so it didn't all turn to mud, or more like, a sticky clay mass thankfully. But there was enough small pieces that did to make sure plenty of mud stuck to my boots and got on my clothes. On with the soil games the Perps so much like.
I was allowed to split work "early" and go to yoga. The Boss Man likes to go 10.5 hour days, even while at home, never mind those on the road. A bit much to be sure. Anyhow, regular Monday night yoga started at 1730h, the same as his normal work end time, but he allowed me to leave early. I needn't of bothered though; yoga was an overpopulated shit show; at least 20 yogis, and two shirtless males arranged around me, one with a fair amount of "tat-splat" (tattoos) as I call it. And another three elsewhere in the room. I cannot stand the sight of tattoos, and these shirtless dudes also seems to be a new yoga phenonmenon as well. For the flabby white gutted ones; just put your shirts on and quit looking so ridiculous. Or, for the muscle bound "tat-splatted" dudes, why on earth do you even come to yoga when it is quite plain you are so hopeless at it? Doing weights does not make one flexible I have come to learn by observing these muscle bound tourist dudes, and besides, I haven't seen one yet that lasted more than about 5 classes before they get pulled and move onto whatever.
And for the fugly tat-splatted shirtless dude that just had to get too close to me, just back the fuck off; I don't need to see you lurking in my peripherial vision, nor see your sprawling self or the ridiculous bi-level haircut with the bob-job. Talk about hitting multiple Unfavoreds; dude, shirtless, tattoos, bob-job, and way too close.
And where do they get this new flush of yoga stalkers all the time? Maybe about 6 regulars, and all the rest are either recent, or just arrived yoga tourists. At least last week, they put on a gorgeous young babe with this lovely mane that kept cascading down. Most curious, as most women tie their hair back for yoga, but this babe (it seemed) needed to hide her face with her hair dropping down in front. I don't think I have seen such a display of women's hair at yoga before. In typical yoga tourist stalking mode, she wasn't there this week, as the pretty ones seem to get one-time stalking duty.
Anyhow, enough for a post I figure, and to call the week past done.
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.
Tuesday, July 07, 2015
Digging Ground
06-30-2015
Yoga; about 10 women class members and me in the second time wearing of my full leg tights, mentioned in the previous post. The perps seem to like me wearing stretchy spandex fabrics, and this is the latest pair back from the Filipino alterations shop.
07-01-2015
A national holiday, Canada Day. I spent the afternoon in 38C heat digging a hole withing the foundation forms of a new house construction job. The soil was alluvial in origin, of unsorted sizes of rounded rock, with a 3' diameter one lodged in the middle of this well I dug. The plans changed after the excavator was there, hence hand digging. I have no complaints about doing this kind of work, even if it is hot. Much better than if were raining.
The boss man ragging me over what shorts I wear; he seems to not like my spandex ones, and suggested the baggy ones. As in total gangstalker scene, the baggy things to the knees. I'd rather wear pants.
07-02-2015
Vineyard work is now into the leaf pulling stage, with the owner telling me how long last years crew took. All in keeping with productivity statistics, another perp theme.
Then house maintenance duties, with me up a ladder with a vacuum cleaner to take off the myriad spider webs and nests. I can't think of a better confluence of perp props; ladders and vacuum cleaners, and how they chase me all over town with these separate features on vehicles. That is, the now ubiquitous ladders on trades trucks and vans, and the "suck trucks", those drain cleaning heavy duty trucks, and of course, vacuum cleaners in vans, and wherever I may be walking.
Continued footwear (boot) fuckery; both at the shoe repair guy, and he didn't finish even one of them. Which means another day of wearing runners in the vineyard, and I expect he will stall me out until past the weekend. One pair of boots 7 yo, but worn now only two weeks has had four trips to the shoemaker, as the soles keep separating. Made in China, he says, but why cannot he glue them up and call it done? The other pair is my hiking boots, my long serving boots of three years, work every work day. New soles for them, understandably, but if the new soles are in, and he said he would fix them today, why aren't they ready?
And of course the perps take advantage of me wearing runners, having me go over on my ankles and impair my ability to spin my feet while wearing runners and various other anti-gravitic stunts they so like to pull. And I suppose it was such a special event to have me wearing runners at work that they scheduled me to go up the ladder, per above. And too, having two prior "warm up" days, one with the boots with the flapping heel, and then a day in the hiking boots that I retrieved from the shoemaker for a day. He wanted them today, so I dropped them off yesterday afternoon, and as mentioned, no word on progress. This is the same shoemaker who has sat on my knee pads for over a year and hasn't fixed them.
A two hour nap attack this evening, effectively replacing dinner, having had only a soup course. But I suppose maybe they wanted more psychic access after the yellopw-green soup.
Then sent me to a store that was closed when I know their closing time had passed.
07-03-2015
Friday, though said dedicated to vineyard work, it turned out not to be so; making up shipping orders, driving somebody,
No short shorts or spandex shorts allowed at work now, after two semi-unhinged broadsides from the boss man, the boss lady clarified what she would be expecting, And too, recognizing that I am in the vineyard or in the public (wine tasting) eye and crossing between these roles/venues over the day, I must wear cargo shorts.
The footwear fuckery continues; both pairs of work boots are in at the shoe repair, with one pair, hardly worn, is "acting up" with the glue in the sole failing every few days. This pair is in for the fourth time, and has been timed to coincide with the much needed re-sole of the ever dependable hiking boots. The hiking boots are three years old are worn 5x/week, all day and have "earned" their repair state. The repair guy needed the hiking boots back for yesterday, and thereby cutting me out of having any boots to wear in the vineyard. So.. it is running shoes for now.
07-04-2015
A hot day in these regions, and a good thing for the vines I was working on. I joined my alternate employer for a day of tucking vines in the heat. But as "usual" (since 2010), I am relatively impervious to wilting in the heat, now tested up to 40C (104F). It is one of the few positive attributes the perps have changed for me.
Eye stinging came on when a few of the Punjabi workers spoke with me for the first time. No doubt to engender a whole lot of fuckery; remove my safety glasses, remove my glasses and wipe my eyes while listening/speaking (in English). The guy opposite me (same row for tucking) who came some two hours into the work day, turned out to be Punjabi, as he could of passed for a Mexican. As the day went on, the perps inserted the notion that he could be my Kamloops brother in morph-over. He was the same height, same build and not that dark. How the perps have someone become Punjabi fluent who is of another native language is beyond conventional belief, save flat-out mind control.
On the way back I purchased employer-acceptable shorts, and dropped in at the LD store, and got messed around among navigating the heavy gangstalker patrol, in getting all the items I needed. The ambulatory gangstalk show included the usual freaks, aisle blocking, faux shoppers doing the bend over pose, and one posted at the chocolate section within 4' of where I "needed" to to obtain a particular brand. Then a three gangstalker party aisle confluence to force me to to stop heading to the checkout. One faux staff member was on his knees putzing on at the displays for the checkouts they never use, encroaching on the effective aisle width. Then the party of two in lead-ahead stalking mode suddenly stops in mid-aisle, doing the faux-dunce aisle block. It would of been natural for me to thread between these two parties and keep going, but no, a lone dude "happened" to be coming the other way and he threaded the needle, navigating between the two now stationary aisle blocking parties. The dude, in don't-look-at-me mode finally passes, and then it is my turn to navigate through in the opposite direction. Like WTF; three gangstalking parties organized to hold me up for a whole ten seconds while headed to the checkout. Perhaps it was all about the brown, that is, the brown colored top on the woman of the two member aisle blocking contingent.
07-05-2015
A total sleep and time discombobulation; I got hit with a 3.5 hour nap attack last evening, awaking at 2200h, about the time I would go to bed on a weekend. As there were dishes to be done, and air dry laundry hanging, I devoted my efforts to cleaning up the mess. Add in some hair plucking, and I was "ready" for bed again.
But no innocent deed goes un-disrupted. So... have the victim wake up at ?? hour and have the victim "think" it is 0600h, and wander/wonder around why the sun wasn't streaming through. This also entailed looking out the E windows to see if there was cloud cover, and there wasn't. This mystery wasn't resolved, and I have no knowledge of doing/why I went back to bed to sleep some more. And so I awaken again, for the third time in less than 12 hours, and after "misreading" the time again, I was finally allowed to know I that is was 0600h. A total time/sleep jerkaround. And for what?
A hike in runners, something I never normally do, as the hiking boots are still in for repair. The shoe repair guy indicated that he would only need a day, but gosh darn, he didn't phone, or return calls. Even if they are fixed by tomorrow (Monday), that would make it five days without any work boots. All too characteristic of the Footwear Fuckery Gang, a division of the Psychopathic Confederacy. And yes, the perps have a footwear fetish, "needing" to relieve me of my regular boots every year or two, and for much longer than necessary.
Time to get this posted before it becomes a run-on personal diary. Speaking of which, the 12 year habit of a hand written diary has suddenly ended. All the more pointed and unusual events usually don't make it into this public blog, so I wonder if this isn't a form or censorship, having the victim self edit the harassment record.
Yoga; about 10 women class members and me in the second time wearing of my full leg tights, mentioned in the previous post. The perps seem to like me wearing stretchy spandex fabrics, and this is the latest pair back from the Filipino alterations shop.
07-01-2015
A national holiday, Canada Day. I spent the afternoon in 38C heat digging a hole withing the foundation forms of a new house construction job. The soil was alluvial in origin, of unsorted sizes of rounded rock, with a 3' diameter one lodged in the middle of this well I dug. The plans changed after the excavator was there, hence hand digging. I have no complaints about doing this kind of work, even if it is hot. Much better than if were raining.
The boss man ragging me over what shorts I wear; he seems to not like my spandex ones, and suggested the baggy ones. As in total gangstalker scene, the baggy things to the knees. I'd rather wear pants.
07-02-2015
Vineyard work is now into the leaf pulling stage, with the owner telling me how long last years crew took. All in keeping with productivity statistics, another perp theme.
Then house maintenance duties, with me up a ladder with a vacuum cleaner to take off the myriad spider webs and nests. I can't think of a better confluence of perp props; ladders and vacuum cleaners, and how they chase me all over town with these separate features on vehicles. That is, the now ubiquitous ladders on trades trucks and vans, and the "suck trucks", those drain cleaning heavy duty trucks, and of course, vacuum cleaners in vans, and wherever I may be walking.
Continued footwear (boot) fuckery; both at the shoe repair guy, and he didn't finish even one of them. Which means another day of wearing runners in the vineyard, and I expect he will stall me out until past the weekend. One pair of boots 7 yo, but worn now only two weeks has had four trips to the shoemaker, as the soles keep separating. Made in China, he says, but why cannot he glue them up and call it done? The other pair is my hiking boots, my long serving boots of three years, work every work day. New soles for them, understandably, but if the new soles are in, and he said he would fix them today, why aren't they ready?
And of course the perps take advantage of me wearing runners, having me go over on my ankles and impair my ability to spin my feet while wearing runners and various other anti-gravitic stunts they so like to pull. And I suppose it was such a special event to have me wearing runners at work that they scheduled me to go up the ladder, per above. And too, having two prior "warm up" days, one with the boots with the flapping heel, and then a day in the hiking boots that I retrieved from the shoemaker for a day. He wanted them today, so I dropped them off yesterday afternoon, and as mentioned, no word on progress. This is the same shoemaker who has sat on my knee pads for over a year and hasn't fixed them.
A two hour nap attack this evening, effectively replacing dinner, having had only a soup course. But I suppose maybe they wanted more psychic access after the yellopw-green soup.
Then sent me to a store that was closed when I know their closing time had passed.
07-03-2015
Friday, though said dedicated to vineyard work, it turned out not to be so; making up shipping orders, driving somebody,
No short shorts or spandex shorts allowed at work now, after two semi-unhinged broadsides from the boss man, the boss lady clarified what she would be expecting, And too, recognizing that I am in the vineyard or in the public (wine tasting) eye and crossing between these roles/venues over the day, I must wear cargo shorts.
The footwear fuckery continues; both pairs of work boots are in at the shoe repair, with one pair, hardly worn, is "acting up" with the glue in the sole failing every few days. This pair is in for the fourth time, and has been timed to coincide with the much needed re-sole of the ever dependable hiking boots. The hiking boots are three years old are worn 5x/week, all day and have "earned" their repair state. The repair guy needed the hiking boots back for yesterday, and thereby cutting me out of having any boots to wear in the vineyard. So.. it is running shoes for now.
07-04-2015
A hot day in these regions, and a good thing for the vines I was working on. I joined my alternate employer for a day of tucking vines in the heat. But as "usual" (since 2010), I am relatively impervious to wilting in the heat, now tested up to 40C (104F). It is one of the few positive attributes the perps have changed for me.
Eye stinging came on when a few of the Punjabi workers spoke with me for the first time. No doubt to engender a whole lot of fuckery; remove my safety glasses, remove my glasses and wipe my eyes while listening/speaking (in English). The guy opposite me (same row for tucking) who came some two hours into the work day, turned out to be Punjabi, as he could of passed for a Mexican. As the day went on, the perps inserted the notion that he could be my Kamloops brother in morph-over. He was the same height, same build and not that dark. How the perps have someone become Punjabi fluent who is of another native language is beyond conventional belief, save flat-out mind control.
On the way back I purchased employer-acceptable shorts, and dropped in at the LD store, and got messed around among navigating the heavy gangstalker patrol, in getting all the items I needed. The ambulatory gangstalk show included the usual freaks, aisle blocking, faux shoppers doing the bend over pose, and one posted at the chocolate section within 4' of where I "needed" to to obtain a particular brand. Then a three gangstalker party aisle confluence to force me to to stop heading to the checkout. One faux staff member was on his knees putzing on at the displays for the checkouts they never use, encroaching on the effective aisle width. Then the party of two in lead-ahead stalking mode suddenly stops in mid-aisle, doing the faux-dunce aisle block. It would of been natural for me to thread between these two parties and keep going, but no, a lone dude "happened" to be coming the other way and he threaded the needle, navigating between the two now stationary aisle blocking parties. The dude, in don't-look-at-me mode finally passes, and then it is my turn to navigate through in the opposite direction. Like WTF; three gangstalking parties organized to hold me up for a whole ten seconds while headed to the checkout. Perhaps it was all about the brown, that is, the brown colored top on the woman of the two member aisle blocking contingent.
07-05-2015
A total sleep and time discombobulation; I got hit with a 3.5 hour nap attack last evening, awaking at 2200h, about the time I would go to bed on a weekend. As there were dishes to be done, and air dry laundry hanging, I devoted my efforts to cleaning up the mess. Add in some hair plucking, and I was "ready" for bed again.
But no innocent deed goes un-disrupted. So... have the victim wake up at ?? hour and have the victim "think" it is 0600h, and wander/wonder around why the sun wasn't streaming through. This also entailed looking out the E windows to see if there was cloud cover, and there wasn't. This mystery wasn't resolved, and I have no knowledge of doing/why I went back to bed to sleep some more. And so I awaken again, for the third time in less than 12 hours, and after "misreading" the time again, I was finally allowed to know I that is was 0600h. A total time/sleep jerkaround. And for what?
A hike in runners, something I never normally do, as the hiking boots are still in for repair. The shoe repair guy indicated that he would only need a day, but gosh darn, he didn't phone, or return calls. Even if they are fixed by tomorrow (Monday), that would make it five days without any work boots. All too characteristic of the Footwear Fuckery Gang, a division of the Psychopathic Confederacy. And yes, the perps have a footwear fetish, "needing" to relieve me of my regular boots every year or two, and for much longer than necessary.
Time to get this posted before it becomes a run-on personal diary. Speaking of which, the 12 year habit of a hand written diary has suddenly ended. All the more pointed and unusual events usually don't make it into this public blog, so I wonder if this isn't a form or censorship, having the victim self edit the harassment record.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Color My Vehicle White
03-24-2014
Winemaking work today, and I had 10 minutes to get into the house, and get ready for yoga. And lo, when I got back in my vehicle there was copious amounts of white splatter on my roof and on the windshield in front of the driver. Like WTF; no overhead pole or power line for birds to roost, and somehow they scored a direct hit on my parked vehicle over the driver's side and roof. I have experienced enough of these faux birdshit rains to know it isn't them, directly at least.
Yoga began with a difference, in that a crowd (12 in all) freestylers "happened" to be doing a guest spot in the class. These were snowboarding freestylers, seemingly a local group doing special ski training and had their mats placed tight against the back wall. They were all there when I arrived some 15 min. before class when I am usually the first to arrive. A dude from this troup was moved in beside me in a a dumbshit stripes and polka dots outfit (shorts too. (Can I count the Unfavored Features for you; male over 20, curly hair, unshaven, in shorts and in a fugly polka dots and stripes outfit - five in all). The other semi-regular male was sitting just beyond this fugly feature, both on my L. The semi-regular dude has essentially circled me over the last ten classes or so; L, R, behind and the farthest reaches of the class room.
I did a late evening run to get vehicle cleaned, and lo, if there wasn't headlights aimed at me from across the street for a minute or so. Then I drove the vehicle for some 20 min. on the highway to "blow dry" it. Likely a perp stunt, as they seem to be setting up more of these "exit and return" more frequently, no matter the activity, from kitchen to the great outdoors.
03-25-2014
I was performing winemaking activity all day today; racking is the name for transferring wine and leaving the sediment behind. Some 80L was in the sediment, as the owner wanted the cheap fining agent that had a fluffy and deep settling habit. Better fining agents settle in a compact fashion with less wine loss.
As usual, the vineyard owners took off, came back, took off again and "happened" to be coming back as I was departing, crossing paths some 400m away from the vineyard gate. Could this be vehicular gangstalking by one's employer?
red face flush at nearly exacty 1600h; no reason as it wasn't sunny, and I wasn't outside all the time. Except to color correlate me to the myriad red gangstalking vehicles on the way back. And adding more tan brown metallic vehicles, very often behind a red colored vehicle.
I had a phone call two weeks ago about this financial uncertainty I mentioned about three weeks ago. I expected a letter as to what my financial repayments are to be, but nothing so far. It could be $20k or more, and I would dearly like to clear this up. Seems like a perp show when these kinds of matters become protracted.
03-26-2014
On soil hauling work; cleaning up a bank slide. The soil is pushed up by the tractor, and then he dumps two or three bucket loads into the tippable box. I drive it up to the top of the bank and we compact it at the bank edge using our feet. This person I am working with is someone who has a vision, but doesn't convey it, and woe if I violate this unspoken code in all its aspects of soil placement, compaction level and other measures of job quality that he has in mind. It is just like working with my old man; and I don't need those kind of reminders, ever. Which is probably what the whole deal is about in the first place, eliciting the abreactions formed in childhood along with a British accent. (The person with whom I am working with is Australian, close enough).
03-27-2014
Still on soil hauling, and I see on the adjacent bounding road a pick up vehicle parked all day, and lo, if it isn't colored with a film of the same color of dirt, fully covered and evenly sprayed; such a big deal of late, soil sprayed vehicles.
I was wine pumping all afternoon to get the blend correct. I was invited for dinner in the evening along with the neighbors and the person with whom I was working with. I have no idea as to what the perps are looking for in these social events, but I was reminded of a curious custom I observed before in the same circumstances. The couple arrives in a vehicle at the gate, some 200' from the house, and then the front passenger gets out and walks the distance while the driver proceeds on to the house. This is the third time I have noticed this, and each time it is the woman who does the walking. Kind of like curious to say the least. I didn't get back until 1930h, almost time for bed. Which then played into not being able to get a new box of disposable gloves on the way home, and the next day, I didn't have any to wear. Which then somehow spawned an eruption of black stain on my hands, which really shouldn't be there as I pumping only white wine. Surely I have mentioned how often the perps like to mess with my gloves, and disposable ones are even more break prone.
03-28-2014
I am continuing to filtering wine; the owners took off again keeping a 100% record for being absent when I am filtering wine. You would think the owner, who designed the system to filter wine, would want to see how it turned out and if it needs to be tweaked, tuned etc.
There were many things went awry, but nowhere near as bad as that hellacious abuse while doing the same activity two weeks ago. That was a total rage-fication show for 5 hours, and I still am abreactive to the perp's planted recollections of that particular abuse-a-thon. Examples of the arranged adversities in this context are: stopping the pump and no apparent conventional reason, forced "forgets" on opening valves, connecting hoses etc., "inadvertently" dumping wine from the open hose when I could of placed a plug in it, having a lid hanging rope dangle into the just-filtered wine, slowly pushing me off the step ladder to force me to grab the adjacent tank rim to stay upright, pulling items from my grasp and others. Fucking hell on earth is another way of describing all that. And for the last two hours, they slowed the pump down to protract the job all the more.
03-29-2014 Saturday
Got my laundry going this morning, and the absence of the freaks was most conspicuous. Only a pregnant woman arrived following placing coins into the slot of the coin operated machine. And could I ascribe this to financial transaction stalking, just like every time since the perp's berserk/overt abuse offensive?
I went to the tanning salon to spend the half hour or so, and the wacko-appearing girl was on duty. False eyelashes, tattoos on her arms, and this time in a pink ballcap with silver glitter text on it. She was framed by a woman in black and red on my L, and on the R, a large woman in mostly red. Can we say "framed" perhaps, as in red framed? After I exited, the large woman was still at the desk chatting with the girl in the pink ballcap. Like WTF; who tarries at the desk of a tanning salon for 25 min. when there was no obvious waiting?
I worked in the afternoon doing wine filtering transferring; the owners were away again (for this activity), though they came back 40 min. later. From then on, the swearing from arranged adversity had to be in quiet mode. Part of the filtering activity was using a UV lamp to sterilize the wine, and wasn't that a coincidence that I gave myself a UV dose at the tanning salon earlier?
A new cable was just installed for this PC; a HDMI to DVI adapter cable, and to my surprise, it worked seamlessly (after sitting around for a week, aka "fallow" time) as "somehow" I was unmotivated to get on with installing it.
03-30-2014
A late get-up (0900h) for a Sunday, and even a later start (1100) by the time I had finished my weekly arms, torso and usual face shaving following breakfast. The perps hit me for a 10 hour sleep, replete with winemaking dreams, 2 more hours than I need.
The cold virus they gave me last week is starting to abate; the full-on application of vitamin C, D, echinacea and Cold-FX gave me the immune boost I needed. (Almost) needless to say, but the perps do have some major research going on with those two vitamins and the immune system, hence their preoccupation with having me staying tanned (vitamin D).
I see the links in my favorite TI blogger's recent posts don't work; though it seems it might be a "just for me" problem eruption.
This new infernal NAS computer seems to clunk away for 18 hours (through night and all today) when it should only be doing an incremental back up on files that changed, and there was precious few of those, maybe 10 in all. Its those spinning magnetic discs that the perps like, only 18" from my elbow as I write this.
Tax time, and the flaky software was good for at least 6 screamings at the assholes; "errors" that would not fix, "errors" that were stuck in a loop and wouldn't let me out (form says if I have a "0" in one box I am not to have a non-zero amount in another). Well, I followed the annual income form exactly, so what do you want? And lo, if a message bubble didn't come up later to tell me just that, so I deleted the "0" and it would not fix the error. Before that, a change in the user profile name wiped out all my info until I found the old profile. Before that, going from the web page forms to the log-in, and all the web page info got wiped out. A few others, along with a forced "forget" of entering in a number. A whole $1500 I owe in taxes; its why I save isn't it? Come to think of it, I "somehow" forgot to ask for additional deductions each pay check last year when I realized that they were too low, but was partially saved from such a $1500 hit by the deductibility of my vineyard worker tuition in the prior year.
Now post-dinner. The perps kept up the rage-fication show while making, eating and finishing the dishes of dinner. That I was cutting and shredding some vegetables while the hassles came on didn't go unnoticed. Sending me to the wrong cupboard/drawer is always one of their favorite stunts to get the rage show going. As is poking me in the fingers or hand, spilling food and last, but not least, adding some mold to the vegetables I had in the fridge at its new colder setting.
Now the latest in "piss interrupting"; that is, a forced need to take a piss at a certain moment. Today, it is during the play of each of two new CD's that came in the mail a few days ago. And no lests, both are similar performers of the same genre and both are blondes and attractive. So it would seem that the perps want to look at my piss during the play of each of these two performers, and adding in some rage-ification over making me not notice the toilet lever wasn't depressed until almost out the door.
And why is it that the perps like popping a dialog box on top of where I am doing work? Or else have the cursor end up exactly where I want to type? I had more than enough of those inconveniences before they went berserk/overt in 04-2002, but the escalated level of this fuckery since was evident from the get-go and hasn't let up.
A Sunday wrap up to get this posted.
Winemaking work today, and I had 10 minutes to get into the house, and get ready for yoga. And lo, when I got back in my vehicle there was copious amounts of white splatter on my roof and on the windshield in front of the driver. Like WTF; no overhead pole or power line for birds to roost, and somehow they scored a direct hit on my parked vehicle over the driver's side and roof. I have experienced enough of these faux birdshit rains to know it isn't them, directly at least.
Yoga began with a difference, in that a crowd (12 in all) freestylers "happened" to be doing a guest spot in the class. These were snowboarding freestylers, seemingly a local group doing special ski training and had their mats placed tight against the back wall. They were all there when I arrived some 15 min. before class when I am usually the first to arrive. A dude from this troup was moved in beside me in a a dumbshit stripes and polka dots outfit (shorts too. (Can I count the Unfavored Features for you; male over 20, curly hair, unshaven, in shorts and in a fugly polka dots and stripes outfit - five in all). The other semi-regular male was sitting just beyond this fugly feature, both on my L. The semi-regular dude has essentially circled me over the last ten classes or so; L, R, behind and the farthest reaches of the class room.
I did a late evening run to get vehicle cleaned, and lo, if there wasn't headlights aimed at me from across the street for a minute or so. Then I drove the vehicle for some 20 min. on the highway to "blow dry" it. Likely a perp stunt, as they seem to be setting up more of these "exit and return" more frequently, no matter the activity, from kitchen to the great outdoors.
03-25-2014
I was performing winemaking activity all day today; racking is the name for transferring wine and leaving the sediment behind. Some 80L was in the sediment, as the owner wanted the cheap fining agent that had a fluffy and deep settling habit. Better fining agents settle in a compact fashion with less wine loss.
As usual, the vineyard owners took off, came back, took off again and "happened" to be coming back as I was departing, crossing paths some 400m away from the vineyard gate. Could this be vehicular gangstalking by one's employer?
red face flush at nearly exacty 1600h; no reason as it wasn't sunny, and I wasn't outside all the time. Except to color correlate me to the myriad red gangstalking vehicles on the way back. And adding more tan brown metallic vehicles, very often behind a red colored vehicle.
I had a phone call two weeks ago about this financial uncertainty I mentioned about three weeks ago. I expected a letter as to what my financial repayments are to be, but nothing so far. It could be $20k or more, and I would dearly like to clear this up. Seems like a perp show when these kinds of matters become protracted.
03-26-2014
On soil hauling work; cleaning up a bank slide. The soil is pushed up by the tractor, and then he dumps two or three bucket loads into the tippable box. I drive it up to the top of the bank and we compact it at the bank edge using our feet. This person I am working with is someone who has a vision, but doesn't convey it, and woe if I violate this unspoken code in all its aspects of soil placement, compaction level and other measures of job quality that he has in mind. It is just like working with my old man; and I don't need those kind of reminders, ever. Which is probably what the whole deal is about in the first place, eliciting the abreactions formed in childhood along with a British accent. (The person with whom I am working with is Australian, close enough).
03-27-2014
Still on soil hauling, and I see on the adjacent bounding road a pick up vehicle parked all day, and lo, if it isn't colored with a film of the same color of dirt, fully covered and evenly sprayed; such a big deal of late, soil sprayed vehicles.
I was wine pumping all afternoon to get the blend correct. I was invited for dinner in the evening along with the neighbors and the person with whom I was working with. I have no idea as to what the perps are looking for in these social events, but I was reminded of a curious custom I observed before in the same circumstances. The couple arrives in a vehicle at the gate, some 200' from the house, and then the front passenger gets out and walks the distance while the driver proceeds on to the house. This is the third time I have noticed this, and each time it is the woman who does the walking. Kind of like curious to say the least. I didn't get back until 1930h, almost time for bed. Which then played into not being able to get a new box of disposable gloves on the way home, and the next day, I didn't have any to wear. Which then somehow spawned an eruption of black stain on my hands, which really shouldn't be there as I pumping only white wine. Surely I have mentioned how often the perps like to mess with my gloves, and disposable ones are even more break prone.
03-28-2014
I am continuing to filtering wine; the owners took off again keeping a 100% record for being absent when I am filtering wine. You would think the owner, who designed the system to filter wine, would want to see how it turned out and if it needs to be tweaked, tuned etc.
There were many things went awry, but nowhere near as bad as that hellacious abuse while doing the same activity two weeks ago. That was a total rage-fication show for 5 hours, and I still am abreactive to the perp's planted recollections of that particular abuse-a-thon. Examples of the arranged adversities in this context are: stopping the pump and no apparent conventional reason, forced "forgets" on opening valves, connecting hoses etc., "inadvertently" dumping wine from the open hose when I could of placed a plug in it, having a lid hanging rope dangle into the just-filtered wine, slowly pushing me off the step ladder to force me to grab the adjacent tank rim to stay upright, pulling items from my grasp and others. Fucking hell on earth is another way of describing all that. And for the last two hours, they slowed the pump down to protract the job all the more.
03-29-2014 Saturday
Got my laundry going this morning, and the absence of the freaks was most conspicuous. Only a pregnant woman arrived following placing coins into the slot of the coin operated machine. And could I ascribe this to financial transaction stalking, just like every time since the perp's berserk/overt abuse offensive?
I went to the tanning salon to spend the half hour or so, and the wacko-appearing girl was on duty. False eyelashes, tattoos on her arms, and this time in a pink ballcap with silver glitter text on it. She was framed by a woman in black and red on my L, and on the R, a large woman in mostly red. Can we say "framed" perhaps, as in red framed? After I exited, the large woman was still at the desk chatting with the girl in the pink ballcap. Like WTF; who tarries at the desk of a tanning salon for 25 min. when there was no obvious waiting?
I worked in the afternoon doing wine filtering transferring; the owners were away again (for this activity), though they came back 40 min. later. From then on, the swearing from arranged adversity had to be in quiet mode. Part of the filtering activity was using a UV lamp to sterilize the wine, and wasn't that a coincidence that I gave myself a UV dose at the tanning salon earlier?
A new cable was just installed for this PC; a HDMI to DVI adapter cable, and to my surprise, it worked seamlessly (after sitting around for a week, aka "fallow" time) as "somehow" I was unmotivated to get on with installing it.
03-30-2014
A late get-up (0900h) for a Sunday, and even a later start (1100) by the time I had finished my weekly arms, torso and usual face shaving following breakfast. The perps hit me for a 10 hour sleep, replete with winemaking dreams, 2 more hours than I need.
The cold virus they gave me last week is starting to abate; the full-on application of vitamin C, D, echinacea and Cold-FX gave me the immune boost I needed. (Almost) needless to say, but the perps do have some major research going on with those two vitamins and the immune system, hence their preoccupation with having me staying tanned (vitamin D).
I see the links in my favorite TI blogger's recent posts don't work; though it seems it might be a "just for me" problem eruption.
This new infernal NAS computer seems to clunk away for 18 hours (through night and all today) when it should only be doing an incremental back up on files that changed, and there was precious few of those, maybe 10 in all. Its those spinning magnetic discs that the perps like, only 18" from my elbow as I write this.
Tax time, and the flaky software was good for at least 6 screamings at the assholes; "errors" that would not fix, "errors" that were stuck in a loop and wouldn't let me out (form says if I have a "0" in one box I am not to have a non-zero amount in another). Well, I followed the annual income form exactly, so what do you want? And lo, if a message bubble didn't come up later to tell me just that, so I deleted the "0" and it would not fix the error. Before that, a change in the user profile name wiped out all my info until I found the old profile. Before that, going from the web page forms to the log-in, and all the web page info got wiped out. A few others, along with a forced "forget" of entering in a number. A whole $1500 I owe in taxes; its why I save isn't it? Come to think of it, I "somehow" forgot to ask for additional deductions each pay check last year when I realized that they were too low, but was partially saved from such a $1500 hit by the deductibility of my vineyard worker tuition in the prior year.
Now post-dinner. The perps kept up the rage-fication show while making, eating and finishing the dishes of dinner. That I was cutting and shredding some vegetables while the hassles came on didn't go unnoticed. Sending me to the wrong cupboard/drawer is always one of their favorite stunts to get the rage show going. As is poking me in the fingers or hand, spilling food and last, but not least, adding some mold to the vegetables I had in the fridge at its new colder setting.
Now the latest in "piss interrupting"; that is, a forced need to take a piss at a certain moment. Today, it is during the play of each of two new CD's that came in the mail a few days ago. And no lests, both are similar performers of the same genre and both are blondes and attractive. So it would seem that the perps want to look at my piss during the play of each of these two performers, and adding in some rage-ification over making me not notice the toilet lever wasn't depressed until almost out the door.
And why is it that the perps like popping a dialog box on top of where I am doing work? Or else have the cursor end up exactly where I want to type? I had more than enough of those inconveniences before they went berserk/overt in 04-2002, but the escalated level of this fuckery since was evident from the get-go and hasn't let up.
A Sunday wrap up to get this posted.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Fats and Tats
03-10-2014
Yoga, with the darling pixie instructor wearing dance shorts; very visual yummm... My left mat neighbor was quite large, and my R mat neighbor had gross tattoos running up her legs. (She had capri pants on, but what I could see was plenty enough to consign her as a tattoo case).
They put on the regular dude at the back again, now four classes in succession, and added the red shorts wearing male twit again, though his shirt was black this time. Worse yet, he was yapping away before class and he had an English (UK) accent. And why is it the perps put on British accents so often? My perp-abetting parents are British, so perhaps there is a whole lot of long buried abreactions associated with this particular accent. The red shorts act made sure to plant himself on my R. side, with the intervening aforementioned Fat Girl sitting ahead so not to block the red shorts act. (The one time I could of done with a visual obstruction). Also, the red shorts act also came in early to do a pass-by (stalking) with black socks on with the shorts. When he returned next some 2 minutes later, he was without the ridiculous socks. Like WTF; why would anyone come through wearing socks and then again not wearing them, when all the clothes are to be put in the lobby? Said black socks might also be another Unfavored characteristic, though I don't know why, save emulating the dress of sexual abusers, as black socks was porn chic of the 1950's. I get enough of the crotch grabbing feints in public to feel certain there was sexual abuse during my recall deleted years of 1956 to 1959. I was age two in 1956, and was begining to lay down permanent memories of life in the winter in Montreal, and on one occasion recall being at home, expecting to jump into a big snow drift before I went out side, and once I opened the door, it was spring and there was no snow to my considerable surprise. So what happened to me in between and where was I that such that my recall didn't continuously update with the outside environmental conditions? Don't know, but I would sure like to find out, especially given the parade of skinheads, tattoo shows, shiftless loitering males, and the rest of the Unfavored ilk.
And after yoga I go to a nearby grocery store, and had two vehicles ahead of me spinning out and racing down the street ahead of me. One turns off, and the other lead-ahead stalks me to the same grocery store I was headed. A kid pops out of the vehicle and opens the door of the store for me, saying something about "daddy coming next', presumably the driver of the other speeding vehicle that turned off. Get this; a husband and wife driving different vehicles speeding out of a gas station with chirping rubber and excessive swerving. Is this town (Penticton) more deranged than I thought?
And a cute trick at the checkout; the scruffy rummy behind me "happens" to drop and orange at my feet and it bounced off my boot. I get "sorry guy" or some such. And why am I not allowed to confront the fucker and ask him if he is one of those sick assed gangstalkers that always seem to hang around me? Or stick my boot into his chops (or back of his knee) as he was bending down? Because I am mind controlled to be docile, tame and not allowed to cause any fuss with operatives or cooperating locals alike.
03-11-2014
On the job, doing more fencing; all day long flashes of fence mesh, and even the orthogonal pattern is skewed to a 45 degree angle. I finished the job finally, and also helped out with yeast innoculation for some three hours; attempuration, then pumping and the inevitable cleaning. All without hose-down water, as there isn't much of a supply at present, so cleaning by buckets.
Many fuzzy black ball masers coming from the lake and then around the male whom I was speaking too, he situated in an open doorway to the outside. And don't the perps just love to arrange mishaps and extra gangstalkers at doorways? Been there, had it done to me nearly every day since 04-2002.
More of the continuing conundrum; do I get the (partially) problematic (reflective characteristics) 27" monitor (Dell S2740L) monitor with an HDMI connection and a DVI connection for my two graphic sources (PC and universal disc player) for $325 before shipping, or get a DVI+audio switcher for $333 before taxes and shipping? I don't need a new monitor as this 24" is plenty good, and I am not sure about paying all this out as I got screwed into purchasing this monitor without a HDMI connection (in violation of my better judgement) in 09-2012.
03-12-2014
Winemaking at work this morning; adding bentonite fining agent to wine, but it is very sticky and one must make the slurry slowly. Last week when I picked it up in my vehicle, why, the bag of bentonite leaked about a half cup onto the rear floor of the vehicle. Grey clay on grey carpet. I got most of it out, but later, the vacuum cleaner "failed" as its suction was impaired (bag wasn't full). And have I not mentioned the high numbers of vacuum cleaners in my presence, right up to those now ubiquitous "suck trucks" for cleaning street drains? Many times.
And my much sharpened and maintained hand pruners were getting stuck in the closed position with no known cause, save for some minor debris. Prior to the last maintenance, they were getting stuck "because" the locking latch was somehow locking up, even if stiff. So I tightened it all the more, and took away that excuse, and lo, if the pruners don't just lock up anyhow, even if no moving latch. Funny how that "happens"; a fix that fixes the apparent problem, but the problem persists with unknown causal.
More oncoming vehicle trains when departing the vineyard; at least five after work for a 10 min. drive, with the red one in the middle. And also, a red tailing me, though usually I am the last one in the train headed my direction
And the most loathed human artifactual sound has returned with the sudden onset of warm weather; the HD motorcycle. One in front of me when N bound and with a passenger, and passed some four vehicle in one go, and with limited vision ahead. And why did the motorcycle take such an apparent risk? Because he was told it was OK, and that there was no concoming traffic. Though, some six months ago a motorcyclist, with a passenger, took off when a police vehicle flashed his lights, and didn't make it far and piled into a pole, killing himself and badly injuring his passenger (wife). A shrine still there, and one had to wonder why the perps decide to wipe out some motorcylists, but others are in the know and do gangstalking for cash, or for other inducements/rewards, e.g new business start up, new vehicle purchase, house purchase etc. There is a mile wide gravy train behind me, and for all of my near 60 y.o existence.
03-13-2014
Outside vine pruning on a mostly sunny day; cannot complain about that, save the most dreaded artefactual noise of them all, the HD motorcycle noise. They started on this four days ago, again with sunny weather, and have now amped it up and added more of them since. I don't have any information to support why the perps are so sick as to pollute me with this noise so often, but they do. And not just with the noise; motorcycles as parked props (in a empty urban lot/field once), and also the mode of dress, eg. black leather, black helmets, singlet vests (bare arms) etc. Today's motorcycle freak was at least 240lb, sitting down beside his motorcycle that was parked in a pull-out, and looking at his LCD cell phone for crissakes. Add in black leathers and a full bushy grey beard.
The grey hair thing has also came to pollute my existence (Unfavored visual appearance) on this same trip into Penticton this afternoon. I was in this wine making supply shop, and had to wait while they looked/fumbled around for a certain product that I wanted, and lo, if two grannies/biddies come in together, one in a red coat and the other in brown. Add a skinheaded male in baggy plaid shorts, and the freakshow was on while I was kept captive at the desk. Another freak was this younger woman in large black framed glasses, E. Indian or something, who even had a "huggie moment" with the proprietor for crissakes. She said "hi" to me before the aforementioned huggies, and I have never seen her before, but I said "hi" back. Enough bizarre BS to say the least.
And an escalation of the vehicular gangstalking as of two days ago; I now get at least six separate trains of oncoming vehicles (clustered together), and up to 15 vehicles per train. Normally 5 to 10 per train for this particular road leg, and maybe three trains maximum, plus other single vehicles. And too, they are adding on a red vehicle behind me, when nearly always I have been the last vehicle of the train that is preceding me. And too, it is getting silly; the same wrecking truck with a vehicle on its deck and another being towed behind it, just "happens" to be S. bound two days in succession, heading away from Penticton when I am N bound after a day at the vineyard.
03-14-2014
An hour late get-up, therefore no coffee and no shaving of my torso region. But a new razor insert this morning, always a big perp deal. Extra silly harassment to get me riled up, e.g. sending me to the wrong drawer for an item, pulling objects from my hands etc. No yellow tablets either; B vitamin and a multi-vitamin which is the current perp focus, along with similar colored pee later in the morning. And no roadside waiting yellow school buses by the side of the road either, unlike the last two days.
And I see that now full speed, some 80kph yellow traffic light running on the highway has reached new levels of coordinated inanity. One white pickup S bound, and one pickup N bound, and much the same model and configuration, were arranged to cross paths at speed while going through a yellow light with advance warning lighting, directly in front of me while I was waiting at the traffic control to make a left onto said highway. That takes coordination, that kind of absurdity.
Winemaking duties were first (as I am inserted into the ongoing family feud), and the son-in-law came by, as he has 3,000L of cider fermenting. His winemaker pal came about 5 minutes later, all part of the staggered arrival scene the perps like to arrange, especially with males. I got some good advice on re-starting a malolactic fermentation (aka MLF to winemakers, though not a true fermentation), and I was set to get the appropriate supplies. And too, both getting in the way of what I was doing, not to mention being overly helpful at times.
Drove to Naramata to get some wholesale food; now a young woman handling the orders, she giving me a prolonged stare twice for no seeming region, and she was being ever so helpful in packing the (brown cardboard) box into the car for me, har, har. She might of been 20 y.o., and I will be 60 y.o. later this year, so I don't think she was trying to get my attention, so what was she staring at me for? Been there, had it done to me so many times for no fucking reason. I even asked my shrink one time if there is anything about me that is remarkable that incites some people to stare at me, and he said there wasn't, though I forget his careful wording.
The usual major clusterfuck of vehicles for my return trip into Penticton, and even the garbage truck was arranged to get in front of me, not doing any pickups, though possibly returning from a trip to the dump. And it was garbage pickup day today. And too, the garbage truck makes no bones about driving over where I park my vehicle, even arriving some 5 seconds after I have vacated it some three weeks ago.
03-15-2014
Saturday, and some very strange dreams about a buffet with skinheaded male chefs on hand prior to getting up. Even the gluten free items were identified as such. Cute touch that.
Then a full front torso shave after my hair plucking the perps so like me to do, ever since early 2013. Not forgetting that prior to their overt (to me) interventions, I definitely did not do any hair plucking or waxing, as it always hurt. But now that they changed my level of pain to be much less, about in 2003-04, plucking hairs isn't such an ordeal it was once. This was the time the perps also straightened my spine, changed my walk, made me look 20 years younger (age regression), and a few more physical characteristics once they discovered how to modify them that continue to persist.
And what is with the extra silly eruption of people standing near or behind their open vehicle doors? Even the landlord got into it this morning, and no less, turns on his facing head lights while leaning into his vehicle. That is, pointless headlight operation as the truck was not running, aka, blatant pit-lamping as I drove away from my parking spot.
Laundry at the laundromat, and the usual minimal crowd at first, one strange elder male loitering about, pretending to be interested in the wall art, and then departing in his white trades van. Not your typical elder geezer-mobile.
The freaks started arriving at the laundromat... then a checkout obstruction at HH, largely due to the screw up, so to speak, of the labelling of the one screw I needed to get. The bin location was beset with a male-female pair of stalkers who "happened" to be so very interested in nuts and bolts. It is mighty rare that couplehood is so engaging that they both go to the hardware store for obscure items. Then another Fuckwit came cruising through. Then the Fuckwits behind me kept closing in closer; what is it about Penticton and Victoria, BC that wholesale public rudeness and disrespect is so rampant and relentless?
More ambulatory red-coated grannies/biddies arriving in the parking lot from no apparent source while at the laundromat, having me cross their path behind them.
An all time perp first today; arranging three dissimilar red colored vehicles in succession. Often they will arrange two dissimilar red colored vehicles together, and of course, the numerous same colored red vehicles that cluster around me, the standing record is eight simultaneously. But three clustered dissimilar red colored vehicles represents a major perp advance in vehicular gangstalking after nearly 12 years of this insane abuse.
It is the season, if one could call it that, as it goes on for six months, for soil smeared vehicles to pimp themselves. Vehicle color is important of course, but adding on a nice even spray job of road mud takes talent. And then to pimp it out for vehicular gangstalking at just the right moment for me to see, if not, drive behind.
"Solved" the above conundrum of a choice between a new monitor or a HDMI switch; I opted for the latter as that particular monitor had no end of comments about the surface reflectivity, and I know who could exploit that "feature" to drive me as berserk as they are. Any time there is rain water on the roads, the road surface has this new characteristic of huge trailing reflections of the traffic lights/controls, at least 20' of road distance. Never been seen before all this, and those pics of three+ years ago of the strange reflections off windows of the neighboring residential tower that seem to find my apartment are just too curious for conventional reality. After the price gouging of BC sales taxes charged by an Ontario only firm, the Canadian dollar being devalued on purpose, and the inevitable shipping charges, the cost was about the same.
I cleaned the bathroom this afternoon, as it was getting this strange accumulation of lint and hairs on the floor. The lint is navy blue in color, and the hairs are not from me, being other colors or lengths. (And too long for plucked hairs). Back in 1999 when I moved to Everett WA, my bathroom was also getting accumulations of navy blue lint, and I could not figure out where it was coming from, as the carpets were pinkish colored. And now I know, it is the Blue Lint Gang of Teleportational Hell, delivered without asking permission. And do they know how many laws do they violate every waking minute? I don't think they care, as the laws as we know them are for the "little people". And said laws are very likely fomented by the Legal Planning Section of the Pyschopathic Confederacy, who just love the judicial dust-ups, creating human angst and trails of legal bills and life disruption. Hilarious, isn't it?
03-16-2014
Sunday, and the week long urge to hike was instantiated (by doing it). Though, I first stopped for gasoline, and lo, if they weren't ready for that. The day-glo guy was putting out lane markers to block portions of the fuel station from the just-removed tank access covers so he could put in the dipstick to measure the underground tank level. Surely they have more reliable high tech ways of monitoring tank depletion? And many of the pump bays were busy, and the only choice it seemed was the one on the end pump bay. A vehicle was parked parallel 10' away putting air in his tires. And lo, if the jaywalking lollygagging negro (rare as hen's teeth here) male didn't get into a conversation with the air pumping vehicle driver, an additional excuse to loiter in my proximity and put on the male banter. And a roar of the HD motorcycle noise just as I put my debit card in the pump, the moment of greater magnetic flux from the card and reader. (Did I mention how much I loathe that noise?) At least once prior in this blog.
Went through the farm to the trailhead parking area, and my vehicle was the only one there. I hiked up to the top of MacIntyre Bluff at a constant pace for an hour, and there was no one on the trail; almost unbelievable. And while having my lunch at the top, still no one came by. I hiked down and still no gangstalkers, aka hikers. I have had parties of elder-hikers/stalker clubs, families (one parent reading a kids book to his two children while under a tree, twice even!), and all manner of Fuckwits "happening" to go hiking when I did, but this time no one. This is the third or fourth gangstalker-free time in a public area in nearly 12 years of this insane abuse. Just phenomenal.
Of course I had my vehicular vehicle trains ahead and oncoming for the trip to the trailhead and back. The dissimilar reds, the cube vans and the artful dirt splattered vehicles, along with tractor trailer units out on a Sunday drive no less. And hot headed motorcyclists too, running up behind me and somehow knowing in advance I was going to change lanes when in fact I was only doing the decent driver thing of staying in the R lane as there was no one to pass. And extra attention when I went to the LD store for my Rx, the 3x shorts wearing male also "needing" to be seen outside too on my way out of the store.
I was all set o get my car washed, especially for the yellow splatters of bug excreta on my windshield, but no, it was busy with waiting vehicles. Not the first time that this stunt has been pulled, maybe the fifth or more. Enough of the banter, and I should get this posted for the week.
Yoga, with the darling pixie instructor wearing dance shorts; very visual yummm... My left mat neighbor was quite large, and my R mat neighbor had gross tattoos running up her legs. (She had capri pants on, but what I could see was plenty enough to consign her as a tattoo case).
They put on the regular dude at the back again, now four classes in succession, and added the red shorts wearing male twit again, though his shirt was black this time. Worse yet, he was yapping away before class and he had an English (UK) accent. And why is it the perps put on British accents so often? My perp-abetting parents are British, so perhaps there is a whole lot of long buried abreactions associated with this particular accent. The red shorts act made sure to plant himself on my R. side, with the intervening aforementioned Fat Girl sitting ahead so not to block the red shorts act. (The one time I could of done with a visual obstruction). Also, the red shorts act also came in early to do a pass-by (stalking) with black socks on with the shorts. When he returned next some 2 minutes later, he was without the ridiculous socks. Like WTF; why would anyone come through wearing socks and then again not wearing them, when all the clothes are to be put in the lobby? Said black socks might also be another Unfavored characteristic, though I don't know why, save emulating the dress of sexual abusers, as black socks was porn chic of the 1950's. I get enough of the crotch grabbing feints in public to feel certain there was sexual abuse during my recall deleted years of 1956 to 1959. I was age two in 1956, and was begining to lay down permanent memories of life in the winter in Montreal, and on one occasion recall being at home, expecting to jump into a big snow drift before I went out side, and once I opened the door, it was spring and there was no snow to my considerable surprise. So what happened to me in between and where was I that such that my recall didn't continuously update with the outside environmental conditions? Don't know, but I would sure like to find out, especially given the parade of skinheads, tattoo shows, shiftless loitering males, and the rest of the Unfavored ilk.
And after yoga I go to a nearby grocery store, and had two vehicles ahead of me spinning out and racing down the street ahead of me. One turns off, and the other lead-ahead stalks me to the same grocery store I was headed. A kid pops out of the vehicle and opens the door of the store for me, saying something about "daddy coming next', presumably the driver of the other speeding vehicle that turned off. Get this; a husband and wife driving different vehicles speeding out of a gas station with chirping rubber and excessive swerving. Is this town (Penticton) more deranged than I thought?
And a cute trick at the checkout; the scruffy rummy behind me "happens" to drop and orange at my feet and it bounced off my boot. I get "sorry guy" or some such. And why am I not allowed to confront the fucker and ask him if he is one of those sick assed gangstalkers that always seem to hang around me? Or stick my boot into his chops (or back of his knee) as he was bending down? Because I am mind controlled to be docile, tame and not allowed to cause any fuss with operatives or cooperating locals alike.
03-11-2014
On the job, doing more fencing; all day long flashes of fence mesh, and even the orthogonal pattern is skewed to a 45 degree angle. I finished the job finally, and also helped out with yeast innoculation for some three hours; attempuration, then pumping and the inevitable cleaning. All without hose-down water, as there isn't much of a supply at present, so cleaning by buckets.
Many fuzzy black ball masers coming from the lake and then around the male whom I was speaking too, he situated in an open doorway to the outside. And don't the perps just love to arrange mishaps and extra gangstalkers at doorways? Been there, had it done to me nearly every day since 04-2002.
More of the continuing conundrum; do I get the (partially) problematic (reflective characteristics) 27" monitor (Dell S2740L) monitor with an HDMI connection and a DVI connection for my two graphic sources (PC and universal disc player) for $325 before shipping, or get a DVI+audio switcher for $333 before taxes and shipping? I don't need a new monitor as this 24" is plenty good, and I am not sure about paying all this out as I got screwed into purchasing this monitor without a HDMI connection (in violation of my better judgement) in 09-2012.
03-12-2014
Winemaking at work this morning; adding bentonite fining agent to wine, but it is very sticky and one must make the slurry slowly. Last week when I picked it up in my vehicle, why, the bag of bentonite leaked about a half cup onto the rear floor of the vehicle. Grey clay on grey carpet. I got most of it out, but later, the vacuum cleaner "failed" as its suction was impaired (bag wasn't full). And have I not mentioned the high numbers of vacuum cleaners in my presence, right up to those now ubiquitous "suck trucks" for cleaning street drains? Many times.
And my much sharpened and maintained hand pruners were getting stuck in the closed position with no known cause, save for some minor debris. Prior to the last maintenance, they were getting stuck "because" the locking latch was somehow locking up, even if stiff. So I tightened it all the more, and took away that excuse, and lo, if the pruners don't just lock up anyhow, even if no moving latch. Funny how that "happens"; a fix that fixes the apparent problem, but the problem persists with unknown causal.
More oncoming vehicle trains when departing the vineyard; at least five after work for a 10 min. drive, with the red one in the middle. And also, a red tailing me, though usually I am the last one in the train headed my direction
And the most loathed human artifactual sound has returned with the sudden onset of warm weather; the HD motorcycle. One in front of me when N bound and with a passenger, and passed some four vehicle in one go, and with limited vision ahead. And why did the motorcycle take such an apparent risk? Because he was told it was OK, and that there was no concoming traffic. Though, some six months ago a motorcyclist, with a passenger, took off when a police vehicle flashed his lights, and didn't make it far and piled into a pole, killing himself and badly injuring his passenger (wife). A shrine still there, and one had to wonder why the perps decide to wipe out some motorcylists, but others are in the know and do gangstalking for cash, or for other inducements/rewards, e.g new business start up, new vehicle purchase, house purchase etc. There is a mile wide gravy train behind me, and for all of my near 60 y.o existence.
03-13-2014
Outside vine pruning on a mostly sunny day; cannot complain about that, save the most dreaded artefactual noise of them all, the HD motorcycle noise. They started on this four days ago, again with sunny weather, and have now amped it up and added more of them since. I don't have any information to support why the perps are so sick as to pollute me with this noise so often, but they do. And not just with the noise; motorcycles as parked props (in a empty urban lot/field once), and also the mode of dress, eg. black leather, black helmets, singlet vests (bare arms) etc. Today's motorcycle freak was at least 240lb, sitting down beside his motorcycle that was parked in a pull-out, and looking at his LCD cell phone for crissakes. Add in black leathers and a full bushy grey beard.
The grey hair thing has also came to pollute my existence (Unfavored visual appearance) on this same trip into Penticton this afternoon. I was in this wine making supply shop, and had to wait while they looked/fumbled around for a certain product that I wanted, and lo, if two grannies/biddies come in together, one in a red coat and the other in brown. Add a skinheaded male in baggy plaid shorts, and the freakshow was on while I was kept captive at the desk. Another freak was this younger woman in large black framed glasses, E. Indian or something, who even had a "huggie moment" with the proprietor for crissakes. She said "hi" to me before the aforementioned huggies, and I have never seen her before, but I said "hi" back. Enough bizarre BS to say the least.
And an escalation of the vehicular gangstalking as of two days ago; I now get at least six separate trains of oncoming vehicles (clustered together), and up to 15 vehicles per train. Normally 5 to 10 per train for this particular road leg, and maybe three trains maximum, plus other single vehicles. And too, they are adding on a red vehicle behind me, when nearly always I have been the last vehicle of the train that is preceding me. And too, it is getting silly; the same wrecking truck with a vehicle on its deck and another being towed behind it, just "happens" to be S. bound two days in succession, heading away from Penticton when I am N bound after a day at the vineyard.
03-14-2014
An hour late get-up, therefore no coffee and no shaving of my torso region. But a new razor insert this morning, always a big perp deal. Extra silly harassment to get me riled up, e.g. sending me to the wrong drawer for an item, pulling objects from my hands etc. No yellow tablets either; B vitamin and a multi-vitamin which is the current perp focus, along with similar colored pee later in the morning. And no roadside waiting yellow school buses by the side of the road either, unlike the last two days.
And I see that now full speed, some 80kph yellow traffic light running on the highway has reached new levels of coordinated inanity. One white pickup S bound, and one pickup N bound, and much the same model and configuration, were arranged to cross paths at speed while going through a yellow light with advance warning lighting, directly in front of me while I was waiting at the traffic control to make a left onto said highway. That takes coordination, that kind of absurdity.
Winemaking duties were first (as I am inserted into the ongoing family feud), and the son-in-law came by, as he has 3,000L of cider fermenting. His winemaker pal came about 5 minutes later, all part of the staggered arrival scene the perps like to arrange, especially with males. I got some good advice on re-starting a malolactic fermentation (aka MLF to winemakers, though not a true fermentation), and I was set to get the appropriate supplies. And too, both getting in the way of what I was doing, not to mention being overly helpful at times.
Drove to Naramata to get some wholesale food; now a young woman handling the orders, she giving me a prolonged stare twice for no seeming region, and she was being ever so helpful in packing the (brown cardboard) box into the car for me, har, har. She might of been 20 y.o., and I will be 60 y.o. later this year, so I don't think she was trying to get my attention, so what was she staring at me for? Been there, had it done to me so many times for no fucking reason. I even asked my shrink one time if there is anything about me that is remarkable that incites some people to stare at me, and he said there wasn't, though I forget his careful wording.
The usual major clusterfuck of vehicles for my return trip into Penticton, and even the garbage truck was arranged to get in front of me, not doing any pickups, though possibly returning from a trip to the dump. And it was garbage pickup day today. And too, the garbage truck makes no bones about driving over where I park my vehicle, even arriving some 5 seconds after I have vacated it some three weeks ago.
03-15-2014
Saturday, and some very strange dreams about a buffet with skinheaded male chefs on hand prior to getting up. Even the gluten free items were identified as such. Cute touch that.
Then a full front torso shave after my hair plucking the perps so like me to do, ever since early 2013. Not forgetting that prior to their overt (to me) interventions, I definitely did not do any hair plucking or waxing, as it always hurt. But now that they changed my level of pain to be much less, about in 2003-04, plucking hairs isn't such an ordeal it was once. This was the time the perps also straightened my spine, changed my walk, made me look 20 years younger (age regression), and a few more physical characteristics once they discovered how to modify them that continue to persist.
And what is with the extra silly eruption of people standing near or behind their open vehicle doors? Even the landlord got into it this morning, and no less, turns on his facing head lights while leaning into his vehicle. That is, pointless headlight operation as the truck was not running, aka, blatant pit-lamping as I drove away from my parking spot.
Laundry at the laundromat, and the usual minimal crowd at first, one strange elder male loitering about, pretending to be interested in the wall art, and then departing in his white trades van. Not your typical elder geezer-mobile.
The freaks started arriving at the laundromat... then a checkout obstruction at HH, largely due to the screw up, so to speak, of the labelling of the one screw I needed to get. The bin location was beset with a male-female pair of stalkers who "happened" to be so very interested in nuts and bolts. It is mighty rare that couplehood is so engaging that they both go to the hardware store for obscure items. Then another Fuckwit came cruising through. Then the Fuckwits behind me kept closing in closer; what is it about Penticton and Victoria, BC that wholesale public rudeness and disrespect is so rampant and relentless?
More ambulatory red-coated grannies/biddies arriving in the parking lot from no apparent source while at the laundromat, having me cross their path behind them.
An all time perp first today; arranging three dissimilar red colored vehicles in succession. Often they will arrange two dissimilar red colored vehicles together, and of course, the numerous same colored red vehicles that cluster around me, the standing record is eight simultaneously. But three clustered dissimilar red colored vehicles represents a major perp advance in vehicular gangstalking after nearly 12 years of this insane abuse.
It is the season, if one could call it that, as it goes on for six months, for soil smeared vehicles to pimp themselves. Vehicle color is important of course, but adding on a nice even spray job of road mud takes talent. And then to pimp it out for vehicular gangstalking at just the right moment for me to see, if not, drive behind.
"Solved" the above conundrum of a choice between a new monitor or a HDMI switch; I opted for the latter as that particular monitor had no end of comments about the surface reflectivity, and I know who could exploit that "feature" to drive me as berserk as they are. Any time there is rain water on the roads, the road surface has this new characteristic of huge trailing reflections of the traffic lights/controls, at least 20' of road distance. Never been seen before all this, and those pics of three+ years ago of the strange reflections off windows of the neighboring residential tower that seem to find my apartment are just too curious for conventional reality. After the price gouging of BC sales taxes charged by an Ontario only firm, the Canadian dollar being devalued on purpose, and the inevitable shipping charges, the cost was about the same.
I cleaned the bathroom this afternoon, as it was getting this strange accumulation of lint and hairs on the floor. The lint is navy blue in color, and the hairs are not from me, being other colors or lengths. (And too long for plucked hairs). Back in 1999 when I moved to Everett WA, my bathroom was also getting accumulations of navy blue lint, and I could not figure out where it was coming from, as the carpets were pinkish colored. And now I know, it is the Blue Lint Gang of Teleportational Hell, delivered without asking permission. And do they know how many laws do they violate every waking minute? I don't think they care, as the laws as we know them are for the "little people". And said laws are very likely fomented by the Legal Planning Section of the Pyschopathic Confederacy, who just love the judicial dust-ups, creating human angst and trails of legal bills and life disruption. Hilarious, isn't it?
03-16-2014
Sunday, and the week long urge to hike was instantiated (by doing it). Though, I first stopped for gasoline, and lo, if they weren't ready for that. The day-glo guy was putting out lane markers to block portions of the fuel station from the just-removed tank access covers so he could put in the dipstick to measure the underground tank level. Surely they have more reliable high tech ways of monitoring tank depletion? And many of the pump bays were busy, and the only choice it seemed was the one on the end pump bay. A vehicle was parked parallel 10' away putting air in his tires. And lo, if the jaywalking lollygagging negro (rare as hen's teeth here) male didn't get into a conversation with the air pumping vehicle driver, an additional excuse to loiter in my proximity and put on the male banter. And a roar of the HD motorcycle noise just as I put my debit card in the pump, the moment of greater magnetic flux from the card and reader. (Did I mention how much I loathe that noise?) At least once prior in this blog.
Went through the farm to the trailhead parking area, and my vehicle was the only one there. I hiked up to the top of MacIntyre Bluff at a constant pace for an hour, and there was no one on the trail; almost unbelievable. And while having my lunch at the top, still no one came by. I hiked down and still no gangstalkers, aka hikers. I have had parties of elder-hikers/stalker clubs, families (one parent reading a kids book to his two children while under a tree, twice even!), and all manner of Fuckwits "happening" to go hiking when I did, but this time no one. This is the third or fourth gangstalker-free time in a public area in nearly 12 years of this insane abuse. Just phenomenal.
Of course I had my vehicular vehicle trains ahead and oncoming for the trip to the trailhead and back. The dissimilar reds, the cube vans and the artful dirt splattered vehicles, along with tractor trailer units out on a Sunday drive no less. And hot headed motorcyclists too, running up behind me and somehow knowing in advance I was going to change lanes when in fact I was only doing the decent driver thing of staying in the R lane as there was no one to pass. And extra attention when I went to the LD store for my Rx, the 3x shorts wearing male also "needing" to be seen outside too on my way out of the store.
I was all set o get my car washed, especially for the yellow splatters of bug excreta on my windshield, but no, it was busy with waiting vehicles. Not the first time that this stunt has been pulled, maybe the fifth or more. Enough of the banter, and I should get this posted for the week.
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Router, the Fourth
02-10-2014
A new and ridiculous public holiday in British Columbia today, called Family Day for crissakes. Anyhow, I am given the day off, all to ponder why would a new holiday be sprung on the masses? Hyper perp days are usually Mondays, and maybe because it is a whole day of loafing before I head off to yoga to see the darling pixie instructor again. Absolutely no romance, not even planted ideations, as she has a family life of her own, and besides, what sane person would want to join me down this rabbit hole of micro-terrorism, (thanks ESL) aka abuse at the hands of organized Pychopathic Confederacy via unconventional methods? No one, and no wonder so many people seemed scared shitless when I had made no threats or other intimidating gestures or hints all those decades prior to the Day of Infamy, when the perps went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002.
And just maybe the yoga center forgot this was a holiday anyhow, and needed to fill the room up some. And have we now "drawn the line", as in detailing what kind of romance could possibly unfold in these circumstances? Only one where the other party is cute but deranged, and we know where that one would go. Because we did it before; ex-wife, ex-girlfriends (2), and two of the three were decidedly fast and loose with the facts, never mind the Fat Girl angle.
Am I the only TI who uses the royal "we"? Not in this blog often, but when they pull a stunt that has done before, my typical non-profane critical verbal response is, "we have already done it" (say, crumb arrivals, pulling items from my hand, having droplets of water arrive on the mirror from no seeming impartation of force etc). It is interesting that Edgar Cayce used the royal "we" when he was doing his channelings.
And so we are onto the fourth network router in some 8 years, with the prior two having no seeming problem until one day, they went on the fritz. The first one was hardly used, and it was a steel encased one that was replaced by a plastic cased one, which is what they told me was the most important difference. Why is it that so many things get damaged from inexplicable causes, often in the night, and are now given a suffix of their sequential order of all prior passings, be they network routers, jackets, shirts etc. And today, after avoiding this chore of setting up a new router after two weeks of infernal hassle, is when the latest one, acquired five days ago but doing "fallow time" in the shrink wrapped box sitting on my dining table, gets installed, as Router VI (Roman numerals for 4th).
Now later, post yoga. Only five others plus the instructor in class today, but they did bring in the leggy blonde woman who has been MIA for the past four weeks. And as always, she plants herself in front of the side mirror to block my view. It could be worse, looking at her Leggy-ness or my overweight frame doing some flexible contortions. Each time I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror I am planted with the notion of "liposuction". Now, the mental banter, read planted ideations, is not if I am going to do this, but when. Three weeks off from physical incapability, aka healing, isn't going to sit well with vineyard employers, so maybe it will be a 12-2014 endeavor.
All day the notion of going to the tanning salon was planted in mind, and I finally ceded to the chatter and got my weekly tan session done this afternoon. Normally it doesn't happen on Mondays, or yoga days, unless it is afterward. This would the the first occasion of a tanning session in the same day before yoga. Well who cares anyhow? Not me, but as all things are under tight perp scripting, there must be some perp cosmic significance behind it all. No major tanned ladies in yoga class though, or darker non-Caucasians. Though, the fugly tattoos were out again; a new blonde woman had tattoo text running down her side and legs. Plus another that was 12' away, though hiding behind the center pillar for the most part. And lo, after three weeks of the dudes circled around the coat rack, evident when in re-enter the lobby after class is finished. Instead, there was a blonde woman in a red sweater, also in the same situation as when I first arrived. Apparently she is the new massage therapist.
Anyhow, I am rambling on and I must apply myself to the long running hassle of getting Router IV connected and hopefully solve my home network and NAS connection problems.
02-11-2014
No reprieve on getting a home network established; same problem as before. The perps know how to exploit every last possibility of glitchiness, and one's knowledge level to lay on more FUD and Fuckery. One day I will explore the quintessential acronym for what the perps do; besides Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt. There would be Sabotage, Error, Mistaken Cognitive Events, Rudeness, and Stalking. I was always hopeless at Scrabble, no doubt due the cognifive clobering, either in general or situation specific. FUDSE, or FUDES maybe?
02-12-2014
A overnight snow melt today, now nearly back to bare ground after three weeks of white fluffy ground cover. The soil was goopy like a big cow pie, and much the same color. No doubt snowmelt infused soil colors are important to the perps, just as irrigated soil, as well as the causal water sources. And of course, wet objects make for a different color, darker usually, and that too is important for them. As are the soil energetics properties, as seen with the myriad of soil coated vehicles that manage to get ahead of me. All those regular vehicle colors, white, silver-grey, greys, black and metallic maroon red, are now coated with a film of soil, likely from various sources for color variation, and same for applied thickness and if wet or dry. Who would of thought that dirty roads were so complicated (or else offered a cornucopia color and energetics testing)?
I had plenty of high altitude overflight jets today, at least six for half a day, and the only one I looked at had contrails coming from the tail section, which is where they must install the contrail making gizmo to keep it out of the wing-engine turbulence. And also, some kind of blackish ring shaped emanation came off this aircraft as I was looking up. Ditto for emanations coming off the EC120 helicopter with its soft puttering noise. This would be consistent with the masers I see all the time in various forms; blackish fuzzy balls, straight or arced lines, or else a big pulse wave.
And what was with the perp plasma games at lunch time, going inside the house after a few hours of pruning vines on the snow covered soil? Again, a whole field of green light came on, as well as dimming down the contrast. At least they turned it off sooner than last week's post-snow green plasma show. And a bright plasma light came on when at the gate, before I would make a turn from the driveway; an intense dark green 4"x1" beam that would stay in my field of view, no matter if I was in or out of the vehicle or which way my head turned. Then they made the same size plasmic rectangle into a red color for some curious reason.
Other perp excitement today was two orders from different businesses, and both arrived today when they were made 4 weeks apart. Both orders were for wire and connection products; audiophile AC cord, audiophile USB cord, and a Displayport to HDMI adapter. It would seem that this is another round of perp testing as to what my AC cords are doing to whatever they are researching, very possibly related to to music heard at the same time. And yes, the AC cords do make a slight difference which will improve, per audiophile term, after 200 hours of "burn in", (meaning use). Lindi Ortega gets first dibs on listening to a CD via expensive AC cord, and I am smitten.
02-13-2014
A major swarm and tailing this morning, vehicular gangstalking that is. A boom truck let the pack, one of those high platforms for power pole maintenance. It was white colored, and was followed by two white pickups. It would seem that they were a commercial outfit launching their crew, but no, they went separate ways after that, the boom truck preceding me to the traffic light to S bound on the Highway 97, same as me. I passed it, and then had a swarm at the next light, and then it passed me as the green light turned in time for it continue at speed and not stop. I passed it again, and had the usual two or more "pop outs", road traffic coming from the sides and making a turn in front. Then a hotshot dude in a brown pickup needed to get ahead, and blasted ahead of me to get in front, all to occupy the L lane. And a white tanker truck then was ahead, and lo, if it wasn't a shit tanker, those septic services vehicles. And while coursing the next mile or two, the boom truck had a posse of vehicles around it, all going the same speed some 200' back. I suppose they need to swarm each other if one of them has been closer.
A metallic red maroon vehicle tailed me some 80% of the trip to the vineyard, taking the identical route from the turn-off, and then again on the second street, driving past me when I had turned off into the driveway. I haven't had such obvious vehicular tailing since late 2002 when a Fuckwit rode 6' back of my bumper down Hwy 17 for 25km. That was when the plasma emanations, green and bluish puffs, were transfered between the vehicles.
And another morning time disruption jerkaround, the third this week. This time, instead of cancelling the alarm on me like two nights ago (pushing the setting knob back down after I pulled it up), they screwed me into sleeping an extra half hour and lo, if there wasn't enough time to do anything but regular breakfast and a shower and face shave only. Normally, I do a follow-on body shave after a shower, and then take a second shower to cleanse me of the swarf. This system works well, and is relatively quick if one wants more than a face shave. So that meant no teflon rub strip applied to me anywhere but my face, and it seems to be a big deal for the perps, these variable shave areas after starting me on the habit in the first place.
All day pruning today, and the usual aircraft coverage; six high altitude jets, two commercial flights, two noise-maker single engine aircraft and a helicopter (single instances). And at least 10 sudden on-off sunlight stunts, timed to coincident extra road noise and to me making pruning decisions or taking action, e.g. the instant of making a pruning cut. And have I not long blogged about the incidences of arranging noises at these same pruning cut events? I think so, but it is here for the record, plus the new twist of having the sun burst out at these very same moments. What should I call it; weather-stalking, sun exposure stalking, sudden sunlight onset stalking, etc.?
02-14-2014
Nothing romantic suggested itself today, and thank goodness for that given the planted ideations during this past week. Perhaps they gave me a day off from this nonsense so the rest of the surveilled world (however large it is), could indulge and the perps could monitor the neural-psychic signature of such behavior/notions and compare it to what they did to me in the preceding five days.
A full leg wax to finish the day, and with two cosmetology students working together it took only 30 minutes. I was glad for that, though no major conversational exchanges as they had their heads down and were busy. And too, the perps wiped my recall as to the cosmetology student who did it last time, and it took me (read, was allowed to know per remotely planted facsimile of my own recall) at least five minutes to figure out it was the same girl as last time. I couldn't believe it, as I never, ever, forget an attractive face, (or any other for that matter), and I was totally dumbstruck at first and pondering if I had met this person before. Yes, I did, five weeks ago and I don't forget faces ever, and can usually bring in all associative information about the person based on face recognition. Another "never before" cognitive "failure" (read, mendacious and adverse remote real-time memory defeat).
02-15-2014
Saturday, and the laundry thing again, but no surge of Fuckwits today. Though one woman did step in my way, fresh from the change machine, and then crossed behind me to return to the change machine. As usual, the usual rudeness and not the least (apparently) concerned that she got in my way.
Quicken is getting fucked, as I cannot pull up an item from the list, as it just won't plain work. I have to key in the Category by hand, and only then do the categories pop into the field. That this same feature works 99% of the time and craps out occasionally, tells me it is Sabotage Season, aka the SS at work.
Another Quicken de-featuring is the calculator is going on the fritz again, so I had to use a hand calculator. Both of these "glitches" erupt about every 5 weeks or so.
Then the assholes stripped all the graphic elements from my Yahoo email, as opposed to stripping 30% of them out for the last week just wasn't good enough. I get the entire text only, and pushed to the left, making it essentially useless to figure out what is going on. Then the instructions to press Esc or move the mouse didn't work, as these normally right the infernal mess.Just more of the usual
I suppose the recent update to Windows might have "caused" this mess, but my reality is that any computer application can go on the fritz with no apparent cause. This one Yahoo Mail stunt just happens to rip out all the lines, buttons and graphics and then leaves only the informational essence, and one useless app. A workaround is to use the IE browser, but I see that it pulls a blank page in and sits there doing nothing. From bad to worse, and why does this insane shit keep getting done to me? Over 11 years of this insane abuse, and at least th 30th time they have pulled a Yahoo Mail obstruction of this kind, and for what?
And I am totally screwed in getting my NAS working, as the Synology support didn't respond to my email this week, and now the fucking email is hooped.
And the self-fixing hot water pressure problem is back on; it self fixed itself after the landlady blew me off about it being a cold weather problem, and didn't respond via texting when I pointed out that only the cold water runs outside, and all hot water is generated with the hot water tank inside. Later that day, the hot water pressure problem fixed itself, until today and after my shower. As mentioned in previous blogs, I had a hot water tank/pressure problem at each of the three houses I owned, going back to 1990. So it would seem that my ambitions of fixing the local network to get my NAS working isn't going to happen this weekend, which was my central item to get done.
More screaming infuriation over this email display problem, and while IE could display Yahoo, and not Yahoo Mail, I can only assume must be more perp fuckery designed to piss me off all the more. I tried to use Yahoo Help, and lo if that didn't blow up and not display anything. As for Firefox, it could not display anything of Yahoo, news and everything else. So... onto Chrome, which I have studiously avoided as it sucks a whole lot of personal information off the computer. And lo, if Chrome didn't display Yahoo Mail perfectly; no more of the strangely numbered boxes instead of buttons and the rest of it, and that was when Yahoo Mail was working (still usable). But this stripped down elements version I have got today, and in the past, is not plain functional. And it is most odd that it now "happens" in IE, which was my workaround until now. And I see that this here Blogspot is also working normally, when it wasn't before, as the Following blogs didn't show up for the last four months.
I got hit for a two hour nap attack this afternoon, the perps wiping me out after about 20 minutes of reading "Accessories After the Fact", Sylvia Meagher's well documented analysis of the Warren Commission's pathetic investigation, (more like an extended denial diversion) into the JFK assassination. And here we are some 50 years later and we cannot get to the bottom of this because the very people who ran the show then are still there. The Secret Government that is, who seem to pull all the strings, and per Brice Taylor's book, "Thanks for the Memories", a recent read, we learn from Henry Kissinger that the US President really doesn't have much power.
Onto more dysfunctional impositions; the universal disc player won't play video on this here LCD when the PC isn't on. I had a two purpose LCD display going over ten years ago, and now it won't work. I got a DVI splitter two weeks ago and that didn't even cut it for the PC DVI display. That got tossed and I got a Displayport to HDMI cable adapter to remove the excuses for not showing video, and lo, it doesn't work at all. I think I need a smaller technology footprint as every time a new initiative gets connected, it fucks up. The NAS, and now the disk player for video. Bad enough they turned the server rack into a nightmare, and we are talking about hardware, not the ever mutable and fuckable software problems. I took a fixed shelf off the server rack, intending to mount it elsewhere, and lo, if the holes don't line up. Exasperation upon exasperation this week, but hacking one's email takes the cake for Psychopathic vituperation.
More screaming at the assholes as they like to have me key the wrong letter; thinking "L" and keying in "M" which on keyboard, is one row apart. If I could, I would end this insane imposed hellish misery in a heartbeat.
02-16-2014
The last thing I wanted to do was spend time online, but as it imperative for communication, here I am. Just to up the ante of the Synology NAS box hassles, they send me an email with nothing in it. Can we now declare Synology's help to be perfectly diversionary, as this spoofed version of their "support" has been nothing but a 6 week string-along. Though to be fair, it has been off and on with router hassles, and then hard disk hassles, but we are back to the beginning now, trying to figure out how a home network can be run without this grievous barrage of No Help Support.
And to jinx the above hassle, aka "support", why, Chrome has decided to send my outgoing emails to me as well, just to confuse me into thinking I got a reply right away.
And we have done the confusion thing earlier this week, though not the first time, as the assholes had me "forget" to take my phone to work, and so the vineyard owner lent me his, and it was his daughter who answered to say, "hi dad", because the name of the phone owner comes up on her phone. I have done the dashed expectation stunts countless times, (e.g. needing a certain specific food item but no stock), but I would call this particular stunt "erroneous supposition", though a simpler term might be in order.
A relatively calm shut-in day all this Sunday; though hassles can erupt at any moment, including keyboarding. The perps like me reading JFK assassination books, and so the reading of "Accessories After the Fact" continues. Talk about a damning analysis, and all that was officially done was to ignore it. Translated, the Warren Commission didn't want to know, and did their best to keep the lid on. And why would the perps want me to know all about this? So they can re-insert knowledge into people's heads directly; no more brutal stun guns and electroshocking to purge memories from forming, per Brice Taylor's book, "Thanks for the Memories". That of course, is my idle speculation, but the perps have been very persistent over the years on keeping me up to date on assassination and 9/11 thought.
A new and ridiculous public holiday in British Columbia today, called Family Day for crissakes. Anyhow, I am given the day off, all to ponder why would a new holiday be sprung on the masses? Hyper perp days are usually Mondays, and maybe because it is a whole day of loafing before I head off to yoga to see the darling pixie instructor again. Absolutely no romance, not even planted ideations, as she has a family life of her own, and besides, what sane person would want to join me down this rabbit hole of micro-terrorism, (thanks ESL) aka abuse at the hands of organized Pychopathic Confederacy via unconventional methods? No one, and no wonder so many people seemed scared shitless when I had made no threats or other intimidating gestures or hints all those decades prior to the Day of Infamy, when the perps went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002.
And just maybe the yoga center forgot this was a holiday anyhow, and needed to fill the room up some. And have we now "drawn the line", as in detailing what kind of romance could possibly unfold in these circumstances? Only one where the other party is cute but deranged, and we know where that one would go. Because we did it before; ex-wife, ex-girlfriends (2), and two of the three were decidedly fast and loose with the facts, never mind the Fat Girl angle.
Am I the only TI who uses the royal "we"? Not in this blog often, but when they pull a stunt that has done before, my typical non-profane critical verbal response is, "we have already done it" (say, crumb arrivals, pulling items from my hand, having droplets of water arrive on the mirror from no seeming impartation of force etc). It is interesting that Edgar Cayce used the royal "we" when he was doing his channelings.
And so we are onto the fourth network router in some 8 years, with the prior two having no seeming problem until one day, they went on the fritz. The first one was hardly used, and it was a steel encased one that was replaced by a plastic cased one, which is what they told me was the most important difference. Why is it that so many things get damaged from inexplicable causes, often in the night, and are now given a suffix of their sequential order of all prior passings, be they network routers, jackets, shirts etc. And today, after avoiding this chore of setting up a new router after two weeks of infernal hassle, is when the latest one, acquired five days ago but doing "fallow time" in the shrink wrapped box sitting on my dining table, gets installed, as Router VI (Roman numerals for 4th).
Now later, post yoga. Only five others plus the instructor in class today, but they did bring in the leggy blonde woman who has been MIA for the past four weeks. And as always, she plants herself in front of the side mirror to block my view. It could be worse, looking at her Leggy-ness or my overweight frame doing some flexible contortions. Each time I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror I am planted with the notion of "liposuction". Now, the mental banter, read planted ideations, is not if I am going to do this, but when. Three weeks off from physical incapability, aka healing, isn't going to sit well with vineyard employers, so maybe it will be a 12-2014 endeavor.
All day the notion of going to the tanning salon was planted in mind, and I finally ceded to the chatter and got my weekly tan session done this afternoon. Normally it doesn't happen on Mondays, or yoga days, unless it is afterward. This would the the first occasion of a tanning session in the same day before yoga. Well who cares anyhow? Not me, but as all things are under tight perp scripting, there must be some perp cosmic significance behind it all. No major tanned ladies in yoga class though, or darker non-Caucasians. Though, the fugly tattoos were out again; a new blonde woman had tattoo text running down her side and legs. Plus another that was 12' away, though hiding behind the center pillar for the most part. And lo, after three weeks of the dudes circled around the coat rack, evident when in re-enter the lobby after class is finished. Instead, there was a blonde woman in a red sweater, also in the same situation as when I first arrived. Apparently she is the new massage therapist.
Anyhow, I am rambling on and I must apply myself to the long running hassle of getting Router IV connected and hopefully solve my home network and NAS connection problems.
02-11-2014
No reprieve on getting a home network established; same problem as before. The perps know how to exploit every last possibility of glitchiness, and one's knowledge level to lay on more FUD and Fuckery. One day I will explore the quintessential acronym for what the perps do; besides Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt. There would be Sabotage, Error, Mistaken Cognitive Events, Rudeness, and Stalking. I was always hopeless at Scrabble, no doubt due the cognifive clobering, either in general or situation specific. FUDSE, or FUDES maybe?
02-12-2014
A overnight snow melt today, now nearly back to bare ground after three weeks of white fluffy ground cover. The soil was goopy like a big cow pie, and much the same color. No doubt snowmelt infused soil colors are important to the perps, just as irrigated soil, as well as the causal water sources. And of course, wet objects make for a different color, darker usually, and that too is important for them. As are the soil energetics properties, as seen with the myriad of soil coated vehicles that manage to get ahead of me. All those regular vehicle colors, white, silver-grey, greys, black and metallic maroon red, are now coated with a film of soil, likely from various sources for color variation, and same for applied thickness and if wet or dry. Who would of thought that dirty roads were so complicated (or else offered a cornucopia color and energetics testing)?
I had plenty of high altitude overflight jets today, at least six for half a day, and the only one I looked at had contrails coming from the tail section, which is where they must install the contrail making gizmo to keep it out of the wing-engine turbulence. And also, some kind of blackish ring shaped emanation came off this aircraft as I was looking up. Ditto for emanations coming off the EC120 helicopter with its soft puttering noise. This would be consistent with the masers I see all the time in various forms; blackish fuzzy balls, straight or arced lines, or else a big pulse wave.
And what was with the perp plasma games at lunch time, going inside the house after a few hours of pruning vines on the snow covered soil? Again, a whole field of green light came on, as well as dimming down the contrast. At least they turned it off sooner than last week's post-snow green plasma show. And a bright plasma light came on when at the gate, before I would make a turn from the driveway; an intense dark green 4"x1" beam that would stay in my field of view, no matter if I was in or out of the vehicle or which way my head turned. Then they made the same size plasmic rectangle into a red color for some curious reason.
Other perp excitement today was two orders from different businesses, and both arrived today when they were made 4 weeks apart. Both orders were for wire and connection products; audiophile AC cord, audiophile USB cord, and a Displayport to HDMI adapter. It would seem that this is another round of perp testing as to what my AC cords are doing to whatever they are researching, very possibly related to to music heard at the same time. And yes, the AC cords do make a slight difference which will improve, per audiophile term, after 200 hours of "burn in", (meaning use). Lindi Ortega gets first dibs on listening to a CD via expensive AC cord, and I am smitten.
02-13-2014
A major swarm and tailing this morning, vehicular gangstalking that is. A boom truck let the pack, one of those high platforms for power pole maintenance. It was white colored, and was followed by two white pickups. It would seem that they were a commercial outfit launching their crew, but no, they went separate ways after that, the boom truck preceding me to the traffic light to S bound on the Highway 97, same as me. I passed it, and then had a swarm at the next light, and then it passed me as the green light turned in time for it continue at speed and not stop. I passed it again, and had the usual two or more "pop outs", road traffic coming from the sides and making a turn in front. Then a hotshot dude in a brown pickup needed to get ahead, and blasted ahead of me to get in front, all to occupy the L lane. And a white tanker truck then was ahead, and lo, if it wasn't a shit tanker, those septic services vehicles. And while coursing the next mile or two, the boom truck had a posse of vehicles around it, all going the same speed some 200' back. I suppose they need to swarm each other if one of them has been closer.
A metallic red maroon vehicle tailed me some 80% of the trip to the vineyard, taking the identical route from the turn-off, and then again on the second street, driving past me when I had turned off into the driveway. I haven't had such obvious vehicular tailing since late 2002 when a Fuckwit rode 6' back of my bumper down Hwy 17 for 25km. That was when the plasma emanations, green and bluish puffs, were transfered between the vehicles.
And another morning time disruption jerkaround, the third this week. This time, instead of cancelling the alarm on me like two nights ago (pushing the setting knob back down after I pulled it up), they screwed me into sleeping an extra half hour and lo, if there wasn't enough time to do anything but regular breakfast and a shower and face shave only. Normally, I do a follow-on body shave after a shower, and then take a second shower to cleanse me of the swarf. This system works well, and is relatively quick if one wants more than a face shave. So that meant no teflon rub strip applied to me anywhere but my face, and it seems to be a big deal for the perps, these variable shave areas after starting me on the habit in the first place.
All day pruning today, and the usual aircraft coverage; six high altitude jets, two commercial flights, two noise-maker single engine aircraft and a helicopter (single instances). And at least 10 sudden on-off sunlight stunts, timed to coincident extra road noise and to me making pruning decisions or taking action, e.g. the instant of making a pruning cut. And have I not long blogged about the incidences of arranging noises at these same pruning cut events? I think so, but it is here for the record, plus the new twist of having the sun burst out at these very same moments. What should I call it; weather-stalking, sun exposure stalking, sudden sunlight onset stalking, etc.?
02-14-2014
Nothing romantic suggested itself today, and thank goodness for that given the planted ideations during this past week. Perhaps they gave me a day off from this nonsense so the rest of the surveilled world (however large it is), could indulge and the perps could monitor the neural-psychic signature of such behavior/notions and compare it to what they did to me in the preceding five days.
A full leg wax to finish the day, and with two cosmetology students working together it took only 30 minutes. I was glad for that, though no major conversational exchanges as they had their heads down and were busy. And too, the perps wiped my recall as to the cosmetology student who did it last time, and it took me (read, was allowed to know per remotely planted facsimile of my own recall) at least five minutes to figure out it was the same girl as last time. I couldn't believe it, as I never, ever, forget an attractive face, (or any other for that matter), and I was totally dumbstruck at first and pondering if I had met this person before. Yes, I did, five weeks ago and I don't forget faces ever, and can usually bring in all associative information about the person based on face recognition. Another "never before" cognitive "failure" (read, mendacious and adverse remote real-time memory defeat).
02-15-2014
Saturday, and the laundry thing again, but no surge of Fuckwits today. Though one woman did step in my way, fresh from the change machine, and then crossed behind me to return to the change machine. As usual, the usual rudeness and not the least (apparently) concerned that she got in my way.
Quicken is getting fucked, as I cannot pull up an item from the list, as it just won't plain work. I have to key in the Category by hand, and only then do the categories pop into the field. That this same feature works 99% of the time and craps out occasionally, tells me it is Sabotage Season, aka the SS at work.
Another Quicken de-featuring is the calculator is going on the fritz again, so I had to use a hand calculator. Both of these "glitches" erupt about every 5 weeks or so.
Then the assholes stripped all the graphic elements from my Yahoo email, as opposed to stripping 30% of them out for the last week just wasn't good enough. I get the entire text only, and pushed to the left, making it essentially useless to figure out what is going on. Then the instructions to press Esc or move the mouse didn't work, as these normally right the infernal mess.Just more of the usual
I suppose the recent update to Windows might have "caused" this mess, but my reality is that any computer application can go on the fritz with no apparent cause. This one Yahoo Mail stunt just happens to rip out all the lines, buttons and graphics and then leaves only the informational essence, and one useless app. A workaround is to use the IE browser, but I see that it pulls a blank page in and sits there doing nothing. From bad to worse, and why does this insane shit keep getting done to me? Over 11 years of this insane abuse, and at least th 30th time they have pulled a Yahoo Mail obstruction of this kind, and for what?
And I am totally screwed in getting my NAS working, as the Synology support didn't respond to my email this week, and now the fucking email is hooped.
And the self-fixing hot water pressure problem is back on; it self fixed itself after the landlady blew me off about it being a cold weather problem, and didn't respond via texting when I pointed out that only the cold water runs outside, and all hot water is generated with the hot water tank inside. Later that day, the hot water pressure problem fixed itself, until today and after my shower. As mentioned in previous blogs, I had a hot water tank/pressure problem at each of the three houses I owned, going back to 1990. So it would seem that my ambitions of fixing the local network to get my NAS working isn't going to happen this weekend, which was my central item to get done.
More screaming infuriation over this email display problem, and while IE could display Yahoo, and not Yahoo Mail, I can only assume must be more perp fuckery designed to piss me off all the more. I tried to use Yahoo Help, and lo if that didn't blow up and not display anything. As for Firefox, it could not display anything of Yahoo, news and everything else. So... onto Chrome, which I have studiously avoided as it sucks a whole lot of personal information off the computer. And lo, if Chrome didn't display Yahoo Mail perfectly; no more of the strangely numbered boxes instead of buttons and the rest of it, and that was when Yahoo Mail was working (still usable). But this stripped down elements version I have got today, and in the past, is not plain functional. And it is most odd that it now "happens" in IE, which was my workaround until now. And I see that this here Blogspot is also working normally, when it wasn't before, as the Following blogs didn't show up for the last four months.
I got hit for a two hour nap attack this afternoon, the perps wiping me out after about 20 minutes of reading "Accessories After the Fact", Sylvia Meagher's well documented analysis of the Warren Commission's pathetic investigation, (more like an extended denial diversion) into the JFK assassination. And here we are some 50 years later and we cannot get to the bottom of this because the very people who ran the show then are still there. The Secret Government that is, who seem to pull all the strings, and per Brice Taylor's book, "Thanks for the Memories", a recent read, we learn from Henry Kissinger that the US President really doesn't have much power.
Onto more dysfunctional impositions; the universal disc player won't play video on this here LCD when the PC isn't on. I had a two purpose LCD display going over ten years ago, and now it won't work. I got a DVI splitter two weeks ago and that didn't even cut it for the PC DVI display. That got tossed and I got a Displayport to HDMI cable adapter to remove the excuses for not showing video, and lo, it doesn't work at all. I think I need a smaller technology footprint as every time a new initiative gets connected, it fucks up. The NAS, and now the disk player for video. Bad enough they turned the server rack into a nightmare, and we are talking about hardware, not the ever mutable and fuckable software problems. I took a fixed shelf off the server rack, intending to mount it elsewhere, and lo, if the holes don't line up. Exasperation upon exasperation this week, but hacking one's email takes the cake for Psychopathic vituperation.
More screaming at the assholes as they like to have me key the wrong letter; thinking "L" and keying in "M" which on keyboard, is one row apart. If I could, I would end this insane imposed hellish misery in a heartbeat.
02-16-2014
The last thing I wanted to do was spend time online, but as it imperative for communication, here I am. Just to up the ante of the Synology NAS box hassles, they send me an email with nothing in it. Can we now declare Synology's help to be perfectly diversionary, as this spoofed version of their "support" has been nothing but a 6 week string-along. Though to be fair, it has been off and on with router hassles, and then hard disk hassles, but we are back to the beginning now, trying to figure out how a home network can be run without this grievous barrage of No Help Support.
And to jinx the above hassle, aka "support", why, Chrome has decided to send my outgoing emails to me as well, just to confuse me into thinking I got a reply right away.
And we have done the confusion thing earlier this week, though not the first time, as the assholes had me "forget" to take my phone to work, and so the vineyard owner lent me his, and it was his daughter who answered to say, "hi dad", because the name of the phone owner comes up on her phone. I have done the dashed expectation stunts countless times, (e.g. needing a certain specific food item but no stock), but I would call this particular stunt "erroneous supposition", though a simpler term might be in order.
A relatively calm shut-in day all this Sunday; though hassles can erupt at any moment, including keyboarding. The perps like me reading JFK assassination books, and so the reading of "Accessories After the Fact" continues. Talk about a damning analysis, and all that was officially done was to ignore it. Translated, the Warren Commission didn't want to know, and did their best to keep the lid on. And why would the perps want me to know all about this? So they can re-insert knowledge into people's heads directly; no more brutal stun guns and electroshocking to purge memories from forming, per Brice Taylor's book, "Thanks for the Memories". That of course, is my idle speculation, but the perps have been very persistent over the years on keeping me up to date on assassination and 9/11 thought.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Family Day Holiday
02-11-2013
A battle with a pink warning bar that kept popping up in this here Blogger. Then a dialog box re-directing me to another server. No choice in that of course as what else was going to happen? The same warning bar popped up yesterday, though with the action link at the far right, and now it is to the left of this text.
Anyhow, a new statutory holiday was declared for the province of British Columbia, and it is [three more pink pop-ups without even making a keystroke; now a smoke alarm has gone off next door. Now thumping has erupted] called Family Day. Yep, a day off for the salaried folk, but not for me as the boss man has two 500L he wants emptied of wine and cleaned for his load of bulk wine that he bought from another vineyard. Soo... I was very busy today, doing cleaning of the recieving vessels, (stainless steel kegs), and then pumping the wine with this wretched pump that has to be filled with wine and the in/out hoses too, and only then it works (barely). The advance pump chamber filling and connected hose filling is called "priming"; always purchase a self priming pump to negate extra perp sabotage if nothing else.
The perp stunt of the day was to drop the head of the steaming cleaner into the keg and make it unretrievable so far. These kegs are 20lbs or so, and one has to arrange it upside down but still getting room to get one's fingers in the 2" wide mouth in attempting to retrieve the item. So far, no success as they keep confusing or confounding me as to where the end of this object is so can drop down into the mouth, and then I can pull it out. But somehow, I cannot get to the end of this object before it squirts sideways and out of my grasp. Understand this; it is an opaque stainless steel vessel vessel, and the perps can manipulate the object inside of it to foil me in attempting to retrieve it. I don't even get to see inside as it has to be propped up in the upside down position.
And pumping and blending white wine, then red, and a mess to clean up. What else is new?
The oven doesn't work on the stove, just the stovetop burners. The perps are delivering more refined fuckery after they took out the whole stove with a power circuit "failure" four days ago. And the manager isn't availible on the motel phone.
02-12-2013
Heavy red colored vehicle coverage tonight on my evening sojourn to the supermarket. Even a final red brake light show opposite to where I parked my vehicle at this here motel.
Some 800 liters of red wine arrived today, part of the boss' horse trading, ostensibly. But it "happens" to come from a vineyard of the person I worked for last year, three weekends or so at his personal property. When nothing is a coincidence in this orchestrated existence, this is makes it all the more curious. And the boss said I could take a bottle to try out. And for some reason I did not connect (read mind control) the number of red gangstalking vehicles with having a bottle of red wine in the vehicle.
A dude herd gathered outside my door just when I wanted to depart for grocery shopping tonight, some 10 min worth of male banter.
Then pounding and vibration tonight, at least six instances when sent into a quasi-nap that they wakened me from by my own snoring. The putative cause was running Fuckwits outside on the open walkway, but as this hasn't happened here before, it had to be very heavy Fuckwits and/or extra unconventional methods.
The fourth dude yap session has erupted outside my front door, presumably the smokers again.
02-13-2013
Internet connection hassles again; the digital cell service one night, then it goes kaput, so on with the local motel wi-fi and so it has alternated every night for the last three.
Yoga after work; kind of like a stakeout with about 15 women in place when I came early, and then the Fat Girls came in a few minutes after me. Worse yet, one Fat Girl parked herself in front of me and had capri pants on to reveal a L calf tattoo. Two Unfavoreds and the ongoing spectacle for the full class duration too.
And much like two weeks ago, my two parcel mailings arrived and I had some 10 min. to open them andreview the contents and go off to yoga and evaluate the contents some more. The UPS parcel should been delivered three days ago based on past experience, but it seemed the perps wanted a "double brown" event; two parcels from different carriers arriving on the same day.
Later I learned that one parcel was an amalgamation of two orders only 30 min. apart after the perps screwed my first order up, I made a second one. Even later, I learned that they had presented an order of two weeks ago in place of the order I thought was sabotaged. It was, but I had no idea that a whole prior order was swapped in its place. Nor was I allowed to figure it out at the time. I got billed shipping for two orders, and recieved them as one. And also perp skullduggery at work when I asked the UPS person who phoned for brokerage (ransom as it turned out), fee clearance if there was a second order I could also pay for. But no, she could not find it. Then the next day, UPS called again, and then told me that the brokerage fee was paid and the phone message was a mistake. I asked about a second parcel again, but as I wasn't given a tracking number, I was hooped.
All this fuckery over orders and shipments, begining with a spoofed email that had the wrong order presented to me. Then another order to get the items that I wanted, to then have me thinking all week about two orders were coming, but were amalgamated as one physical parcel, but billed separately. Got all that? And why this insane, petty and deranged fuckery over orders, shipments, extra phone calls, billing and delivery?
02-14-2013
Yapping dudes outside my door tonight, and at least six separate events. Three of the yapping dude events were timed exactly the same; after I got off the couch and did something else. Also on tonight is pounding and shaking this place as a leadfooted gangstalker goes by.
02-15-2013
Same deal; dude banter eruptions outside each time I get off my seat, then pounding and vibration mixed in too.
Yoga gangstalk again; a blonde from Washington State came for the class. A little unusual for an out-of-town visitor for yoga, but as the perps routinely arrange vehicles from out-of-province/state and have them sit in this motel parking lot there for weeks, I am not too surprised. And they put lithe cute girls around me in yoga today, a rare exception to the past trail of Fat Girls, tattoo-ed girls etc. Mind you, the instructor was balding, large gutted and male (three Unfavoreds). Perhaps the perps wanted to keep the instructor as the only Unfavored specimen in the class.
When I was walking to the yoga class they put on a bald male gangstalker at a restaurant who also popped out onto the street for me him to see him yet one extra time before I crossed the road at the traffic light. I suppose they were getting me bald male-ready before the class.
The mud flicked vehicle arrangements are a big deal of late, especially red vehicles in the evening sporting a fine film of soil on their vehicle. Those color games again with soil. And I took soil science way back when I did my forestry degree, and dug a few soil pits along the way. This past year I dug 200 holes for planting new vines at the vineyard I work in, and I suppose that fitted the perp abuse/research theme of soil/earth energetics study. As does their extensive stalking with petroleum carrying vehicles; e.g. fuel tankers, used oil pickup vehicles, heating fuel trucks etc.
And I see they put a soil flicked vehicle outside in the motel parking lot, as the first vehicle visible when coming down the stairs. This same parking stall had a way fugly flat deck trailer heaped with boxes under a brown tarp for a week or so. Thankfully it is gone, but its predecessor, a way fugly plywood walled trailer was moved to the entrance way and parked there. There is only so much fugly they want me to see at once it seems, and then every so often, a full out freak show erupts (fugly people as a subset of all things fugly).
02-16-2013
Saturday, and little initiative go outside, save the laundry room. I saw my hand towel had arrived back, the once pink, now lavender colored towel used exclusively for drying my eyeglasses each morning owing to accumulated scuzz each night. The two week experiment of using the motel's white towel for eyeglass cleaning has seemingly ended, though it may re-occur.
And diamond sharpening this afternoon that begat a 4x hacking dude outside my door while I was using the newly aquired diamond lapping film to sharpen my hand pruners. That these lapping films are graded with a color code must also be interesting for the perps given their profound and abiding interest in me when sharpening any steel. Or even using a knife or scissors; I don't get why they are so berserk over cutting edges, cutlery, cut up objects etc. Surely they have invaded enough slaughterhouses and gathered all the needed data surrepticiously without hounding my ass for over ten years. Never mind that former human combat utilized swords, arrows etc before the days of electromagnetic pollution we now live in.
And lo, if the adhesive backed lapping film didn't have a "failure"; three different grades had their adhesive somehow not work while attempting to stick the film to a clean steel surface. (And we are talking about the three-em company products no less).That begat a trip to the supermarket late this evening to get contact cement and later glue down the film. And lo, if they didn't screw me yet again by having the glue consolidated into lumps under the flat film that I couldn't get out and had to later scrape the glue off with Goo-Gone, another current product under intense perp scrutiny. More of the chemical ether perturbances I suppose, along with additional male banter outside, coughing and hacking and as a finale, shaking this suite from a supposed leadfooted Fuckwit outside.
02-17-2013
Another night of the couple chat from next door; the perps wake me up deep in the night while the seeming couple next door chat for some ten minutes and then put me into sleep again. They, both the couple and the perps, are so consistent on this, once per night for the last week at least.
An outing to get some food items brought on my vehicular gangstalking parade; three vehicles ahead and one behind all making the same L hand turn off the highwy as I did. And the vehicle cleaning bays were all busy with extra waiting vehicles behind them, the fourth interference/obstruction in four weekend days. Somehow the notion to have a try after work didn't come to mind in two weeks.
Some extra weirds were added on to sweep ahead of me and then return to loiter behind me to show off his shoulder badge, though not a LEO. This was to accompany me getting skunked (not finding what I was looking for) on my usual hemp seed that I purchase as they "happened" to be out of it for the first time in nine years that I have been using this particular brand. And as the perps skunked me on getting some two weeks ago for the last Wednesday in the month for 20% off, one can be sure this gangstalker vignette was planned to the microsecond. Not to mention that my cashier "happened" to be coming by when I when I placed the one and only cooked chicken in my shopping basket. And lo, if she wasn't the only available cashier as I skedaddled after the weird was coming for a third gangstalking pass. Such is shopping, like a fugitive. Or, as a certain album title suggests, "a prisoner in diguise".
And a mud-flicked B-train (trailer and pup trailer) gasoline tanker truck ran a late yellow light to make a L hand turn to then lead me for three driving minutes to the highway. I say bullshit on this one, being a Sunday today.
All my efforts to get the blu-ray player to play a disc on the in-suite TV came to naught; the TV recognizes the HDMI cable source but won't display the playing disc. Such is this existence being totally fucked down to every last endeavor, even turning a page in a book can become a rageified experience. Though of late, they perps have me complain/rage (when they let me) in a hoarse whisper to keep the pretense of disturbing the neighbor's peace. All being gangstalkers of course.
Another round of emo-trashing tonight while watching the 60 Minutes piece on the Africa Mercy Ship. I knew it would be full of freakish disease pics as well as negroes, so I listened instead. And still the perps made me feel emotional about it which isn't like me at all, even if I had been watching it. I wouldn't feel a thing if they hadn't interfered with me.
And "blonde-washing" on the TV news tonight; they bleach the newdesk color out to about half of normal, only when the darling blonde woman is the anchor. Later they overlay horizontal banded lines from the previous ski conditions scene over her face.
And having worn headphones for parts of the day, the perps now plant the suggestion that I am still wearing them. So on they go and I now get to listen to music while putting this together.
Onto posting this as another violated day closes.
A battle with a pink warning bar that kept popping up in this here Blogger. Then a dialog box re-directing me to another server. No choice in that of course as what else was going to happen? The same warning bar popped up yesterday, though with the action link at the far right, and now it is to the left of this text.
Anyhow, a new statutory holiday was declared for the province of British Columbia, and it is [three more pink pop-ups without even making a keystroke; now a smoke alarm has gone off next door. Now thumping has erupted] called Family Day. Yep, a day off for the salaried folk, but not for me as the boss man has two 500L he wants emptied of wine and cleaned for his load of bulk wine that he bought from another vineyard. Soo... I was very busy today, doing cleaning of the recieving vessels, (stainless steel kegs), and then pumping the wine with this wretched pump that has to be filled with wine and the in/out hoses too, and only then it works (barely). The advance pump chamber filling and connected hose filling is called "priming"; always purchase a self priming pump to negate extra perp sabotage if nothing else.
The perp stunt of the day was to drop the head of the steaming cleaner into the keg and make it unretrievable so far. These kegs are 20lbs or so, and one has to arrange it upside down but still getting room to get one's fingers in the 2" wide mouth in attempting to retrieve the item. So far, no success as they keep confusing or confounding me as to where the end of this object is so can drop down into the mouth, and then I can pull it out. But somehow, I cannot get to the end of this object before it squirts sideways and out of my grasp. Understand this; it is an opaque stainless steel vessel vessel, and the perps can manipulate the object inside of it to foil me in attempting to retrieve it. I don't even get to see inside as it has to be propped up in the upside down position.
And pumping and blending white wine, then red, and a mess to clean up. What else is new?
The oven doesn't work on the stove, just the stovetop burners. The perps are delivering more refined fuckery after they took out the whole stove with a power circuit "failure" four days ago. And the manager isn't availible on the motel phone.
02-12-2013
Heavy red colored vehicle coverage tonight on my evening sojourn to the supermarket. Even a final red brake light show opposite to where I parked my vehicle at this here motel.
Some 800 liters of red wine arrived today, part of the boss' horse trading, ostensibly. But it "happens" to come from a vineyard of the person I worked for last year, three weekends or so at his personal property. When nothing is a coincidence in this orchestrated existence, this is makes it all the more curious. And the boss said I could take a bottle to try out. And for some reason I did not connect (read mind control) the number of red gangstalking vehicles with having a bottle of red wine in the vehicle.
A dude herd gathered outside my door just when I wanted to depart for grocery shopping tonight, some 10 min worth of male banter.
Then pounding and vibration tonight, at least six instances when sent into a quasi-nap that they wakened me from by my own snoring. The putative cause was running Fuckwits outside on the open walkway, but as this hasn't happened here before, it had to be very heavy Fuckwits and/or extra unconventional methods.
The fourth dude yap session has erupted outside my front door, presumably the smokers again.
02-13-2013
Internet connection hassles again; the digital cell service one night, then it goes kaput, so on with the local motel wi-fi and so it has alternated every night for the last three.
Yoga after work; kind of like a stakeout with about 15 women in place when I came early, and then the Fat Girls came in a few minutes after me. Worse yet, one Fat Girl parked herself in front of me and had capri pants on to reveal a L calf tattoo. Two Unfavoreds and the ongoing spectacle for the full class duration too.
And much like two weeks ago, my two parcel mailings arrived and I had some 10 min. to open them andreview the contents and go off to yoga and evaluate the contents some more. The UPS parcel should been delivered three days ago based on past experience, but it seemed the perps wanted a "double brown" event; two parcels from different carriers arriving on the same day.
Later I learned that one parcel was an amalgamation of two orders only 30 min. apart after the perps screwed my first order up, I made a second one. Even later, I learned that they had presented an order of two weeks ago in place of the order I thought was sabotaged. It was, but I had no idea that a whole prior order was swapped in its place. Nor was I allowed to figure it out at the time. I got billed shipping for two orders, and recieved them as one. And also perp skullduggery at work when I asked the UPS person who phoned for brokerage (ransom as it turned out), fee clearance if there was a second order I could also pay for. But no, she could not find it. Then the next day, UPS called again, and then told me that the brokerage fee was paid and the phone message was a mistake. I asked about a second parcel again, but as I wasn't given a tracking number, I was hooped.
All this fuckery over orders and shipments, begining with a spoofed email that had the wrong order presented to me. Then another order to get the items that I wanted, to then have me thinking all week about two orders were coming, but were amalgamated as one physical parcel, but billed separately. Got all that? And why this insane, petty and deranged fuckery over orders, shipments, extra phone calls, billing and delivery?
02-14-2013
Yapping dudes outside my door tonight, and at least six separate events. Three of the yapping dude events were timed exactly the same; after I got off the couch and did something else. Also on tonight is pounding and shaking this place as a leadfooted gangstalker goes by.
02-15-2013
Same deal; dude banter eruptions outside each time I get off my seat, then pounding and vibration mixed in too.
Yoga gangstalk again; a blonde from Washington State came for the class. A little unusual for an out-of-town visitor for yoga, but as the perps routinely arrange vehicles from out-of-province/state and have them sit in this motel parking lot there for weeks, I am not too surprised. And they put lithe cute girls around me in yoga today, a rare exception to the past trail of Fat Girls, tattoo-ed girls etc. Mind you, the instructor was balding, large gutted and male (three Unfavoreds). Perhaps the perps wanted to keep the instructor as the only Unfavored specimen in the class.
When I was walking to the yoga class they put on a bald male gangstalker at a restaurant who also popped out onto the street for me him to see him yet one extra time before I crossed the road at the traffic light. I suppose they were getting me bald male-ready before the class.
The mud flicked vehicle arrangements are a big deal of late, especially red vehicles in the evening sporting a fine film of soil on their vehicle. Those color games again with soil. And I took soil science way back when I did my forestry degree, and dug a few soil pits along the way. This past year I dug 200 holes for planting new vines at the vineyard I work in, and I suppose that fitted the perp abuse/research theme of soil/earth energetics study. As does their extensive stalking with petroleum carrying vehicles; e.g. fuel tankers, used oil pickup vehicles, heating fuel trucks etc.
And I see they put a soil flicked vehicle outside in the motel parking lot, as the first vehicle visible when coming down the stairs. This same parking stall had a way fugly flat deck trailer heaped with boxes under a brown tarp for a week or so. Thankfully it is gone, but its predecessor, a way fugly plywood walled trailer was moved to the entrance way and parked there. There is only so much fugly they want me to see at once it seems, and then every so often, a full out freak show erupts (fugly people as a subset of all things fugly).
02-16-2013
Saturday, and little initiative go outside, save the laundry room. I saw my hand towel had arrived back, the once pink, now lavender colored towel used exclusively for drying my eyeglasses each morning owing to accumulated scuzz each night. The two week experiment of using the motel's white towel for eyeglass cleaning has seemingly ended, though it may re-occur.
And diamond sharpening this afternoon that begat a 4x hacking dude outside my door while I was using the newly aquired diamond lapping film to sharpen my hand pruners. That these lapping films are graded with a color code must also be interesting for the perps given their profound and abiding interest in me when sharpening any steel. Or even using a knife or scissors; I don't get why they are so berserk over cutting edges, cutlery, cut up objects etc. Surely they have invaded enough slaughterhouses and gathered all the needed data surrepticiously without hounding my ass for over ten years. Never mind that former human combat utilized swords, arrows etc before the days of electromagnetic pollution we now live in.
And lo, if the adhesive backed lapping film didn't have a "failure"; three different grades had their adhesive somehow not work while attempting to stick the film to a clean steel surface. (And we are talking about the three-em company products no less).That begat a trip to the supermarket late this evening to get contact cement and later glue down the film. And lo, if they didn't screw me yet again by having the glue consolidated into lumps under the flat film that I couldn't get out and had to later scrape the glue off with Goo-Gone, another current product under intense perp scrutiny. More of the chemical ether perturbances I suppose, along with additional male banter outside, coughing and hacking and as a finale, shaking this suite from a supposed leadfooted Fuckwit outside.
02-17-2013
Another night of the couple chat from next door; the perps wake me up deep in the night while the seeming couple next door chat for some ten minutes and then put me into sleep again. They, both the couple and the perps, are so consistent on this, once per night for the last week at least.
An outing to get some food items brought on my vehicular gangstalking parade; three vehicles ahead and one behind all making the same L hand turn off the highwy as I did. And the vehicle cleaning bays were all busy with extra waiting vehicles behind them, the fourth interference/obstruction in four weekend days. Somehow the notion to have a try after work didn't come to mind in two weeks.
Some extra weirds were added on to sweep ahead of me and then return to loiter behind me to show off his shoulder badge, though not a LEO. This was to accompany me getting skunked (not finding what I was looking for) on my usual hemp seed that I purchase as they "happened" to be out of it for the first time in nine years that I have been using this particular brand. And as the perps skunked me on getting some two weeks ago for the last Wednesday in the month for 20% off, one can be sure this gangstalker vignette was planned to the microsecond. Not to mention that my cashier "happened" to be coming by when I when I placed the one and only cooked chicken in my shopping basket. And lo, if she wasn't the only available cashier as I skedaddled after the weird was coming for a third gangstalking pass. Such is shopping, like a fugitive. Or, as a certain album title suggests, "a prisoner in diguise".
And a mud-flicked B-train (trailer and pup trailer) gasoline tanker truck ran a late yellow light to make a L hand turn to then lead me for three driving minutes to the highway. I say bullshit on this one, being a Sunday today.
All my efforts to get the blu-ray player to play a disc on the in-suite TV came to naught; the TV recognizes the HDMI cable source but won't display the playing disc. Such is this existence being totally fucked down to every last endeavor, even turning a page in a book can become a rageified experience. Though of late, they perps have me complain/rage (when they let me) in a hoarse whisper to keep the pretense of disturbing the neighbor's peace. All being gangstalkers of course.
Another round of emo-trashing tonight while watching the 60 Minutes piece on the Africa Mercy Ship. I knew it would be full of freakish disease pics as well as negroes, so I listened instead. And still the perps made me feel emotional about it which isn't like me at all, even if I had been watching it. I wouldn't feel a thing if they hadn't interfered with me.
And "blonde-washing" on the TV news tonight; they bleach the newdesk color out to about half of normal, only when the darling blonde woman is the anchor. Later they overlay horizontal banded lines from the previous ski conditions scene over her face.
And having worn headphones for parts of the day, the perps now plant the suggestion that I am still wearing them. So on they go and I now get to listen to music while putting this together.
Onto posting this as another violated day closes.
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