Another Yellow Monday

1710h
A Monday off from farm labor toil, and I am glad for it. The perps keep me frrazzled by the end of a workday, and two workdays in succession is the maximum so far. No doubt there is plenty of other testing and activity in my absence, not to mention rehearsals, though less so now that they have me controlled down to every thought, save the odd perjorative characterizing aspersion I apply to fuckwits and other blatant theater.

Monday is the day for not taking my yellow colored medication, the day that I "forget" to do so, waking up at my parents place and never taking the medication with me, nor taking it when I get back around noontime.

And so, it was a day for borrowing yellow color rain gear at my parent's place. This is because the farm work might take place in the rain tomorrow, as forecast. And so, my mother "happened" to save a number of outside rain clothes, most of them yellow colored, offering them to me to take along in case daffodil bulb picking got mucky. With my backpack with the two differing yellow garments packed inside, I was highly desireable "yellow bait". And conveniently, my mother needed to go swimming later, so I took the bus after driving her to a nearby shopping plaza where there was more choice in buses.

And the Municipality of Saanich put on a special event for me, running the street sweeper ahead of the bus as it cruised into the bus stop. Have I mentioned how often the street sweepers come out to accompany me, or immediately precede me on my outings onto the streets? At least 10x I suspect.

I got the usual freakshow at the bus stop, and then onboard I got more, and yet more as the bus proceeded into downtown. It was standing room only after a few stops, and that made for more of them to cluster around me and limit my vision, save the odd space to see the freak woman in pink hair. I had the "three amigos" treatment again; three males closely lined up together, this time transverse to the bus direction. Two in one seat, and one in the other, bookended by an Asian male that didn't partake in this faux bonhomie chat. As always, although none of them obese thankfully, they did their long observed routine of sitting half in the seat, and half in the aisle, encroaching on the aisle width from both sides. I cannot get over the number of working age males that "happen" to be out of work on weekdays. Bring on more vagrants, at least they have a cover story. I got plenty of time to look at the floor of the bus and noted that the colors seemed to complement the current perp games of spattering white on black, just like these ersatz birdshit spatter games on the streets.

I was seated in the side seat over the rear wheels where the perps like to keep me, going back decades. There was one seat availible next to me, and the gangstalking males stayed standing instead, likely to block me off from seeing much, what they do all the time with their bus driver "chatty" stalkers. Anyhow, this terse looking brown skinned Asian woman in a brown coat "somehow" knew that this seat was availible and sat beside me for the remainder of the trip, some 10 minutes worth. This is a "brown on brown" gangstalking timed to be later in the bus trip after a suitable "warm up", and suggests the perps are getting into more complex color/substance combinations, that of skin tone and clothing color. It always amazes me how someone could "find" this seat free when there was no way she could see past my gangstalking bodyguard.

But I am used to this, amazing feats of individuals, operatives in fact, who "happen" to sit next to me by finding the last seat in a dark cinema, just before the show begins. It was my landlady upstairs in those days of 2003 to 2004, and I had my daughter sitting to my right, and there was one seat availible to my left, and lo, if she didn't "happen" to be there and "find" a vacant seat next to me. Fucking unbelievable, and just one of many improbabilities that the assholes had pulled on me by then. Even the doctor was blowing me off when I brought all these to his attention to support my claim of being gangstalked. Two years later, he "relented" on our last appointment, and said I was being persecuted. And of course I wasn't allowed to ask him if the entire two visit six month total hospitalization stunt wasn't a fucking mistake and how did he feel about that. No sir, he got off scot free so to speak, as he was from the Faroe Islands, far north of Scotland.

And if you want an update on how things are going, read my reply to the following email;

--- In mcactivism@yahoogroups.com, ewraven1@... wrote:

Just so others can compare notes and see if any of these recent (2008) repeating perp tricks are familiar:

> Turning my pillow case inside out while I'm out.
My "pillow" is a collection of foam blocks assembled to get my head a good distance up away from the bed. This is because an ordinary low/soft pillow puts too much weight on the shoulder and upper arm against the mattress, resulting in frequent blood flow starvation to that arm. A high, somewhat stiffer pillow is one recommended way to help this condition.

Each time I change the pillow case, which is a bit of a struggle as those foam blocks have to be forced in, and in the right order, a day or two later it has been turned inside out. The perps have to go to considerable trouble to do this.

> Flipping water out of my 1-quart water cup inside the fridge

I keep my drinking water in a 1 liter (~quart) cup inside my fridge, as I like drinking cooler water than that which comes out of the tap. I always keep the level at least 3/4" below the rim, and it's often more than that. I've been doing this for more than a decade now.

I always put the cup into the fridge and remove it carefully, and I do note the condition of the top of the vegetable keeper at the bottom of the fridge. I do not slop water when I put the cup in or take it out.

Yet recently, 2 or 3 times a day, when I open the fridge later on, I find several tablespoons of water splashed on top of the veggie keeper surface, and some below that, inside the door frame.

This happens repeatedly. There has been no earthquake, and I have not bumped the fridge meantime. This is recent, and repetitive.

> This happens when I am home. Each time I stir my hot beans and rice, slowly, I hear a 'blurp' sound and a blob pops up and hits my fingers, painfully burning them.

I've been stirring beans and rice for years, and I do not spin it fast - there is no reason to do so. But quite recently, I get this blob of hot B&R on the back of my hand each time I stir now.

(This is reminiscent of when I moved into an apt with very sharp kitchen cabinet doors. Every time I made a move to get something out of a cabinet, my arm would always get shoved into the sharp corners of the open doors.

When I took a file and rounded off every sharp corner, the arm shoving stopped and my arms never once contacted the cabinet doors after that.)

Anyone else?

Eleanor White

Says me, and no doubt I will be pilloried for some slight, my usual fate on online forums;

I get plenty of water slopping and "leaks" from firmly tightened upright water bottles. The properties of water in relation to the immediate surroundings is of intense perp interest. Today while on the city bus I had a water bottle in a backpack 1' from me from a backpacking shill standing up in the aisle when there were seats availible. I have seen fire hydrant "blowouts", municipal water tank leaks, and other spectacular kinds of water escapes as well. I will refrain from commenting on the increased street sweeping in my proximity and the unusual timing of rainfall.

My bedding had to be tossed out owing to a insect invasion, and the pillows has a yellow stain on them that went through the pillow cases and onto the sheets. I haven't had bedding reversed on me that I was aware of.

Related to this, there is an increasing perp "need" of late on studying garments on their subjects, us TI's being the most aware of this of course. Their activities relate to fabric type, fabric colors, degree of garment coverage, and even appurtenances like bag straps and even seat belts. Some of the coworkers on this farm labor job I am doing have taken to wearing bandanas over their faces for no seeming reason. The perps further this with a strong interest in the cleaning of my eyeglasses with a microfiber cloth, and will arrange the warp and weft in varying orientations in combination with the two sides of each lens. My parents, who are plainly perp abetting shills, will "forgetfully" put some garments on inside out for my benefit when visiting. Anyone notice how many shills are taking off or putting on garments in proximity to TI's?

The perps have intensified the fake touches of late; I usually get over a hundred a day on my lower arms and wrist, as if it were fabric from my shirt when it is not (shirt sleeves are rolled up, or short sleeve shirt). I routinely get at least 20 nipple jabs in a day (I am male, and do not have an oversized chest). And fingertip jabbing too; every plastic bag or square cornered box that I touch, nearly always jabs me in the fingertips upon grasping. My knowledge of these feints is routinely dithered so I am not allowed to recall these jerkarounds in advance to practice "safe functioning".

I don't do much pot cooking, but I can imagine this too is a good excuse to apply some extra finger sensations, burning being another example. Now that blueberry season has started, you wouldn't believe how extra-conventionally kinetic the berries have become, rolling about in the bowl without any applied force, and even wiggling in place. This "blueberry english" has escalated from two years ago when I last had them, mysteriously not in the produce section last year.

Anyhow, you get the idea; constant and unrelenting abuse by remotely applied means, now elevated to be more intrusive and annoying.

1940h
The tapping noise has begun while reading Dooce, and I have no idea why certain blogs get more noisestalking than others. When I hear tales of many things going wrong, and especially if they are consistent with things that "happen" to me, it does make me wonder if the perps are surveilling others without their knowledge. Another unprovable to ponder, and the perps like me to do so when my reaction would be that if I cannot possibly know, then why bother "thinking" (read, planted notions) about it? But it seems, I do not have the cognitive freedom to dismiss certain extraneous thoughts that remain oddly persistent.

2020h
I had my always-on-Monday shit earlier, and the perps outdid themselves by having the toilet resist plunging, and then flood over the bowl while yet more water was flooding in from the cistern. Translated, 1/2" of standing water in the small bathroom, and four towels later, it was all mopped up. Another "special laundry" moment, a near daily experience for the last two weeks now for various reasons, one being the farm labor work in th fields of daffodil bulbs.

And so, when it came time to retrieve the towels from the dryer, I had my very own male gangstalking troll who filled a number of the Unfavored demographic classes; hunched, bald, male, enfeebled and chinless. And never mind the bullshit loitering act which pisses me off. I was entering the laundry room as he "happened" to be exiting, and he mumbled something as the washing machine had just started up, and I said I was going to the dryer. He then follows me back into the laundry room and stands around while I extract my towels. Then he stayed in the room while I exited. I have had cell phoners outside the room upon exit, the odd other "tenant", but never had someone so blantantly loitering after changing their intent from exiting to staying around for no apparent purpose. Fucking bizarre to say the least.

My father was doing the bullshit gangstalking act last night while watching TV; standing up for no apparent reason, and staying in sentry position. I just about screamed at him. This Alzheimer's act of his has taken an interesting turn; he now babbles with the right emotional tone and interjects at the precise moment while my mother and I are talking. He did not exhibit this level of sophistication in making nonsensical vocalizations before, so how did he attain this "improvement" in the two weeks since I was last there? Like I say, he is the perp's big sleeper; the certifiable fuckwit act doing their bidding in making unusual statements and juxtapositions of objects, clothing, all household cleaners and foods all under the cover of Alzheimers. And he is the scapegoat for a number of things going missing in their household. Fucking bullshit I say.

But does anyone have a useful retort for family gangstalkers or the above laundry room gangstalk troll blatantly doing perverse (in normal behavioral terms) stunts such as standing around for no fucking reason?

2230h
I am troving through some saved links intended for later review. It appears that Myspace is getting hacked such that the search box isn't getting displayed, and hence, I cannot search for a particular artist. Just another stunt that may pass in a few weeks. The perps do not want me to go to http://www.myspace.com/catherinemaclellan tonight; they just blank it out so nothing but the page header displays. Fucking outrageous.

I "happened" to read in today's local newspaper that some local farms are bringing in fly-in Mexicans for the harvest season, though they must pay at least the local minimum wage. No wetbacks here; charter flight service no less.

I am going to call this one done for the day, and make sure it is posted instead of being flooded (read, by remotely applied means) with FUD (Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt) until I get back from slaving in the muddy fields tomorrow. It will be interesting to say the least, all dressed in yellow rain gear and raking daffodil bulbs.

Tetra Signals

1200h
I got a severe noisestalking from a bullshit siren cascade only minutes ago, all while looking at tetra signals (here, here, and here). As I type this, I have an upstairs "neighbor" bouncing something off their seeming smooth surface floor when in fact all apartments are alike in having carpeted flooring. A S. wall "neighbor" is also doing some kind of wall tapping.

As I am going to make lunch shortly, and the digestion of food energetics appears to temporarily foil the perps mind-fuck investigations, the above siren show and other associated noise represents the culmination of this morning's perp investigations into my neural monitoring.

It is just another day of the same noise and surveillance assault, and playing games with my perceptions and the rest of the mind-fuckery that is going on, most of which I am unaware, having had my defences and detection ability fucked with since early 2006.

The fuckers even put on the street sweeper again; it is simply amazing that they will send this out on a Sunday morning when normally one never sees these types of maintenance vehicles as they operate very early in the morning, and never on Sundays, as that would mean double time for the unionized city workers.

The maser and plasma games started at the first opening of my eyes this morning, and haven't let up yet. They like to add all manner of vertical or horizontal "enhancements" to the LCD display, and then skew them by 10 degrees or so for some kind of effect they are attempting to quantify in energetic terms.

The endless mouth and swallowing noises are constant, though for the most part the perps fuck me out of noticing this particular kind of noise invasion. I also get squeaking sounds from nowhere, and the same noise "from" towelling my face of late. If they really need to add a noise to perform thought stalking, they are not shy about adding a no ostensible cause noise into the mix.

And the fuckers screwed me out of posting yesterday's blog the same day, as noted. As soon as I posted it, the perps forced me to talke a pee, when there was no intrinsic need, judging by the volume excreted. And, I had already been forced to have a post-breakfast and pre-shower pee, again, for no intrinsic need. As the perps have routinely noisestalked me when I publish the blog posting, it is no surprise that they have upped the ante and resorted to what one might call "pee-stalking". I am one total playground for these relentless sickos, every second of the day.

1420h
I am getting this bizarrre on-off chirpy siren noise, as if the supposed police vehicle is randomly sounding off the siren for kicks. This is almost the norm for me now; a discontinuous and very loud chirpy siren. Like they are inculcating me with this for some reason.

04-14-2007
1500h
After a stayover at the Feral Family house, and varioud gangstalking feints from the parents, I am back online, and will call this a posting.

Stir Me Up

1020h
The perps have been stirring me up again; constant agitation is the name of the game this weekend, and possibly beyond as they make the most of this infernal (and putative) rooming house arrangement before letting me have my own place again. And as my belongings are stored in two locations, my parent's crawl space and my brother's spare room, and will be combined with those in this cell/room, this should offer no end of energetics assay games and fuckery. They love to instignate fuckups on moving day, and the settle-in period afterward, and I cannot think of any moving in the long past that wasn't sabotaged. Once I complained to my then wife as to the certainty of moving day fuckups, and she had this strange look on her face, as if she knew something about it. This was sometime in 1984 or so, and now I know why this was the case.

The assholes let me sleep most of the night; there were some awakenings but they weren't noisestalked with the usual overhead clunking and squeaking noises that coincidentally "erupt" then. For the first time in a year or more, I was allowed a normal eight hours of sleep, instead of the usual nine to eleven they usually prescribe. This could mean totally nothing, as they seem to be messing with the time of all my routines, shifting them forward or back by hours, and I am sure this near equinox period offers more opportunity in some way. There have been many diurnal and solar time variations to the stunts and harassment, one of the more obnoxious is to somehow apply stroboscopic timed sunlight exposures, in the guise of it being filtered by overhead tree branches.

The new noise to stalk my web page display, reading of specific words and terms, mouseclicking and the Windows select, copy and paste functions is to have a popping sound go off in my right ear that is not related to any health conditions whatsoever. They have been ramping up this over the past month, and for now, it is the "go-to" noise to accompany my thoughts, sight and motor actions. I am under a constant microscope, it is just that the "viewing method" may change. The ear popping and cracking noises are constant when my head is on my pillow, and how they think there is a causal event or who they are attempting to fool is beyond me. It is a constant game of creating ostensible cause, and then applying their intended harassment and related stunts.

1045h
The next door bathroom coughing act has started up, and it seems, additional and strange smells are being jammed up my nose. The Sunday-only power washing has erupted in this neighborhood, and still no wisdom as to what needs to be washed so regularly around here.

1105h
The hallway click machine is getting "adjusted by being bumped around, and this was concurrent with ongoing jingling/ceramic object vibration from tapping and hallway spraying of purported "air freshener", though to be conspiratorial, it could be an in-house chemtrail. And as I repair the forced typos, a jingling sound of the ceramic object tapping/vibration is timed for the exact moment I make my corrective keystroke. It is fucking absurd that a billion dollar/year budget covert operation is tapping coffee mugs in my aural proximity, but that is what they do many times a day.

And the assholes are keeping up this tapping, sending their operatives in next door and others down the hallway to shake this room with the front door slamming, and that spells the pre-lunchtime fuckover scene, writ large.

1320h
The noise has settled down post lunch and dishes (always a big noisestalked event), though I have my overhead clunking and squeaking should my thoughts go off script. The washing and drying of the frypan continues to be a big deal, with noisestalking to accompany me swearing at the fuckery that goes on in advance, also as an accompaniment. This is the new frypan, bought over four weeks ago, and it is of significant interest still.

1710h
I made a trip to the grocery store along my usual beat, and the most startling thing was that three blocks of street parking had been cleared on the major artery, (Cook St, North Park to Pandora, E. side). This is amazing as there are no end of parked vehicles there in color coordinated clusters, bountiful vehicle egress in progress with all the open doors and trunks, as well as the street traffic that "decides" to park ahead of me, and has me directly lined in their headlights by coincidence.

Then to add to the freakshow, they put on some 12 ambulatory gangstalkers hanging around a closed store at a street corner, and they kept standing there, and not adhering to their usual cover story of waiting for the traffic control to change. Of them, the woman in a pink long coat played peekaboo, and partially hid behind the corner of the building as I was walking toward it, and the others circulated about. I walked through this crowd to the other side of the street, and they stayed in place, putting on this show of circulating in place for no apparent reason.

Then onto the grocery store, and my in-store gangstalkers were in place, and even jumped on me at the chocolate section, one they have relented after everytime gangstalking for over 8 months. Now they are back at it again. As usual, there were posted at the locations I needed to go, and at least 8 were clustered around the cheese cooler, one of the fuckers backing into where I was getting the cheese I prefer. The old "accidentally on purpose" stunt, old as they come, begging the real question, why do they bother?

One of the swim club members I once knew was at the deli counter in the grocery store, now grey haired instead of auborn colored hair. No doubt that was planned shock value, as the assholes constantly obsess over hair color of the gangstalkers, even the ones driving. It was the usual no-visual-contact routine, as they have done this with others, parking them 15 to 20' away, and have them looking elsewhere when I "happen" to see them. Though last week, they had a former forestry co-worker walk straight toward me also sporting a crop of grey hair, and looking straight ahead, pretending I wasn't there. Never have I seen so many pedestrians looking straight ahead since the assholes unloaded on me; call it the zombie run, with me being the mind controlee.

Then more "hangers-around" at the checkout; the lard-ass woman (LAWIB?) in black in front of me lingered for extra long, and having only departed for 10 seconds, some asshole in a gross brown jacket "needed" to fill out a contest form, and that was his excuse to hang around me at the checkout while paying, wallet handling, grabbing my groceries and then walking out. As always, I get my attention re-directed to see the celebs on the front of the magazines, usually women of course. Angelina Jolie's photo is playing big as far as forced attention goes. Not a hardship, and one of the few tolerable mind-fuck games that go on.

Normally, after seeing a celeb's photo at the newstand, the asshole re-direct my attention to some other unsavory gangstalker, especially set up, and typically filling the demographics from the perp's obsession list.

I had my shadow gang on the other side of the street in both directions; the assholes like to utilize wheeled devices such as skateboards and the motorized wheelchairs, nearly ubiquitous now. The skateboarder gangstalker arrived from nowhere as an ambulatory gangstalker, then tailed me on the other side of the street, and then crossed over ahead of me by 20', and then skateboarded ahead of me from there. Fucking weird that a supposed skateboarder was putting in ambulatory gangstalking time. Anyhow, the streetsweeper also came out earlier this morning to clean some of the streets ahead of my walk to the grocery store, this on a four day government worker holiday (Easter Monday is also taken off by government workers in Canada).

1925h
The operatives are tending to their click machine as I call it; it is a familiar sound and has followed me to several places since the assholes have continuously trashed my life in 2002 and haven't stopped. The latest is to fuck with my account with the Canadian federal government so I am not able to see the changes that were made to my tax return, especially where I am expecting a credit. The only part I get to see is that I owe $80 in taxes, but I should get a rebate on paying a federal sales tax. And also, should I ever hit the jackpot, I could pump up my retirement savings by a considerable amount, and that calculation has gone missing too. It never ends, constant fuckery and obstruction over what I am looking for, or what I am mind-fucked into pursuing.

2225h
This will be a short post as the perps finally let me get on with the other blog posting today, A Summary of Perp Obsessions and Gangstalker Demographics. I had planned it over two months ago, started three weeks ago, and was only allowed to get into it tonight. This seems to be a quiet night, and even I suspect that some of the regular operatives/gangstalkers of this putative rooming house have gone home, and got out of their morphed appearance to visit their families. The brother-like fucker that dogs me about three times a week is one example.

It will be interesting to see if this latter asshole only re-surfaces on Thursday, as my parents are visiting him until Wednesday. Sometimes I can track who I, or who I am led to believe, is the real individual by way of their absences. Another example is this grey curly haired woman who hangs about outside my room under the cover of a worker taking a coffee break at the local clothing charity (with some irregular exceptions). There was a week where she wasn't here, and as it later turned out, it was the same week that my ex-wife was in Seattle, following in my footsteps there.

Enough for a blog posting, and there have been plenty of typo vexations to call it quits for tonight.

Streetsweeping for Chocolate

1105h
More glass bottle bashing last night to be my serenade for getting to sleep. About 20 minutes after getting to bed the act starts up again. The usual suspicion as to the timing applies, as the prone position seems to create a whole new set of human energetics interaction that the perps don't yet understand. And this has a diurnal aspect as well, hence the daytime naps that are not needed, and the sometimes hours of head flipping before being allowed to sleep.

In another round of improbability, the city maintenance streetsweeper "arrived" outside on the street at about 0930h this morning while I was about to begin to eat the chocolate that is part of the standardized breakfast diet. Past readers will know that the perps have a pervasive and constant problem with the brown color in the course of my harassment, and this is about the only brown colored substance that "I" will eat. And that takes me further back to explain that there have been week long durations where I did not want to eat it, or even see or smell chocolate. So this current chocolate infatuation is totally controlled IMHO, and is serving to further the perps' games with respect to this color. Nearly all my brown colored clothing has disintegrated in the past few years, and the only item that I have in that color are socks.

Anyhow, having the City streetsweeper out on a Saturday morning is totally bogus, as they never come out on this day unless it is early morning, before the streets become busy with parked vehicles. The streetsweeper schedule has gone totally haywire, and the only remaining consistency is my proximity. A read through of 2007 blogs will identify some of the unusual appearances of this vehicle/sweeper, though I am sure that some were not blogged.

1240h
The usual noise flurries and herding of operatives in creating semi-legitimate noise in adding to the noisescape. Vehicle door slamming is the latest, and all the drivers and passengers not only close their doors in this fashion, but the noise is standardized no matter what vehicle it is. The noise is largely the same each time, and only differs slightly by volume. This standardized vehicle door closure noise has been going on for at least three months, and represents one of many that have become "harmonized" to a single template.

1340h
I cooked my first meal from scratch in the new fry pan to the audience of a noise flurry of vehicle door closures and vehicle movement outside. And the perps also had some guacamole fly off my fork and onto the wall just for fun. As any new event or new object in action gets the worst of their juvenility games from a distance, I expected worse. Believe me, buying and using a new frypan is not that exciting, and it is only in the context of the perp's unabated harassment does dull events take on any interest. These are the same people that organize my cornflakes in the bowl and on the spoon every morning, and also now like to arrange shoelaces that lie under the shoes. It is fucking tedious as it is depraved to put anyone under the microscope like this.

1430h
The overhead clunking is coming on as I look at a stock market summary page, the first time in at least eight years, since I moved from my job in 1999 and didn't get PointCast anymore. I have no idea what happened to it, or if it is even around, but the concept was great in having all the customized newsfeeds, and I am woefully ignorant of what came to replace it. That deserves a web search.

1440h
And doing just that got me a whole lot more noisestalking and thudding, with a few chair shakes in there too. There is nothing in my past that is not intended for exploitation, likely because it was deliberately planted for some reason. And too bad, it did succumb to market pressures, even if it was valued at $450 million in its heady days of 1997.

1540h
Tea and chocolate has been duly consumed, and now I get a horn beeping vehicle with no one in it just under my window as the PC has started up its vibrations again. In the latter case, the PC vibrations have moved up to boot-up time when they usually began at least 20 minutes later. More iterations of noise and stunts it seems. And I predict the PC vibration will no longer occur with a few weeks. All my case tightening activity of last week counted for nothing.

Another round of noise flurries of the identical nature has erupted in the hallway, this must be the post-teatime noise flurry in an attempt to correlate the same noise to pre-teatime energetics. With tea and chocolate only inside me it should not be a big deal, but I suspect I am being rather naive here, as food digestion is a big deal.

And I note that in running a second Quicken report on my finances I can only break even if there is no PC sabotage or other like expenses. Currently, the perps have me expending $200 extra per month than I recieve, and their planted chocolate obsession is a big part of that.

1605h
A yawning attack has erupted, and this is likely scripted to expose the inside content of my mouth, the most difficult location to remotely assay for its energetics. This is consistent with the perp behaviors in public of open-mouthing, lip licking, tongue hanging, spitting, air blowing and eating on the go (gangstalk). There have been some spectacular events in this realm, and it is amazing how often it has occured around me. There are even spit trails on the sidewalk in advance of me walking that route. Even the suits get into spitting on occasion, though open mouthing is their chosen preference. As I see it, my mouth contents and related energetics is my own business, and not that of an secret organization that won't come out of the closet for some religious reasons. Not my problem, so why am I being harassed over it?

1655h
A 40 minute nap, this time without the games of recovering from it. I got my usual noise/voice operative on wakeup duty, his voice is very gravelly, and the voice that is given me is much the same.

1740h
Back to the regular operatives conversing in the hallway, and then resuming the same noise activity as above. Then the glass bottle bashing act starts up in the middle of this confrontation in the hallway.

1845h
Dinner is done, and I wasscripted to overhear confrontation activity in the hallway, this erupting when I was putting on the new frypan. Now it is the glass bashing act's turn, timed to accompany me while doing the ever-noisestalked select, cut and paste routine.

2005h
More coughstalking; every 10 minutes or so. Also part of tonight's noisescape is loud mufflered vehicles passing by, and only the hoarse exhaust system compromised version, no performance muffler noise tonight.

2100h
The coughing act is being brought in close to me, only three feet through the wall to the next door bathroom. There has been no regularly used noise that hasn't moved in closer, and been sourced from the hallway or bathroom, the glass (or crockery) bashing is an example.

2210h
More coughing and hacking commences as I take on a new activity, blogging. There are two of them on duty tonight, taking turns in timing them for coincidence with actions like mouse clicking, or in association when I recognize a name, word definition or other congnitive event.

Enough of the dull stuff for tonight, and reporting on the strange goings on, and time to call this shut-in day done.

A New Frypan

1400h
The perps were cranking up my mood this morning by pissing me off; one blatant mind-fuck stunt was to have me go to the bathroom for a shower without my soap, shampoo and conditioner, and instead bring some facial soap that I use only at nightime. As this habit has been established for 6 months now, I fail to understand how this could represent a clinical problem. It is overt and blatant mind control designed to have me do stupid things and not notice.

I walked into town to get a new frypan, and the freakshow began to build up as I got closer. There was a sleet-snow mixture falling, and that was excuse enough to bring on the myriad umbrellas. The one remaining department store was my first choice, and after 10 minutes of looking, I got a 12" pan for $100 thinking it was a good deal, as some were $300. It has the aluminum base to distribute heat, where the old Copco, had copper with a laminate of steel to protect the copper. And it seems, that might have been the problem for the perps, as one doesn't see that design any more, the heat distribution base is usually all aluminum, even for the high end pots and pans.

I was actually left alone to shop, a rare treat. And as soon as I had decided on the Cusinart, a East Indian woman wearing a brown duffel coat suddenly arrives 10' away, and glares at me for some reason. I reckon this was the perps' brown color test, brown skin under a brown coat.

I head off to the service desk/cashier, and one cashier takes off, leaving only one to attend to the particular woman/shill who insisted on a box when the item didn't come with one. So this gives the cashier a reason to come out from behind the counter and strut by, and then again when she came back with bubble wrap. Somehow, this was OK for the customer/shill without any negotiation. When my turn came there was the deal over the yellow plastic bags, only a very large size was availible, and as yellow is also a perp color on interest these days, that is what I got. At one point, the cashier demonstrated the oversized bag by pulling it up, and obstructing herself from my view for a second or two. And while at the cashier a surge of four grannies came toward me, split up, and then dithered about once they got past me, to then gangstalk my elevator egress.

To make a long story short, the freakshow was on again when I got out, this time it was the males' shift to strut about on a weekday in their scarlet anoraks and/or umbrellas. Usually they also have the males put on a big gut and make sure that I see them in profile, from the side. It seems to be a "look at my large gut" component to it.

And as always, a new item is an opportunity for the perps to exploit the situation and mess with the frypan's ability to reheat the tortillas (slower), but somehow they "stuck" to the pan to create a further problem in removing the encrusted tortilla substance.

And while on my shopping trip to downtown, another streetsweeper cruised by, which almost makes it a 100% appearance for a vehicle in the past two weeks that is normally used in the early morning.

1610h
I am back from another Chicken Run gangstalk to the grocery store; this is where I purchase a hot and cooked chicken and take it home and when cooled, this is my protein source for the next 2 to 3 weeks. And as the perps have unbounding interest in what I eat, and especially protein, this is a big ganstalk event. True enough, the wandering hordes were out there, and they even put on a number of teleporters and these people come from nowhere it seems, and always when I am not looking. This time they put on the color reference 2'x3' black mat cardboard stunt, borne by an operative on her shoulder oddly, and this time it was wrapped in clear plastic. I thought this was pathetic if this is where the assholes are after 5 years of overt torture and harassment. Many of the gangstalkers are bearing plastic bags and they usually rustle, shake or otherwise move them about in my proximity. The laundromat is a ideal place for that routine, and the frequency has increased of late.

Anyhow; it was a seriously gangstalked event with putting two gangstalk parties at each location I went, and they kept me skunked again in getting gluten free bread from the freeze cases. As before, and gangstalker was there, and after I skipped this and came back, he was still there five minutes later. And still no stock of my particular favorite GF bread. And there were more revolting yellow jacket both outside and inside the store, and they ran one of these fuckers in parallel to me at the checkout after he gangstalked me in the store's aisles.

1805h
Once I get the above chicken home, I de-skin and de-fat it as much as possible and eat some off the bird as my first meal from it. I am positive the perps like this too, as the act of cutting meat seems to create problems for them. And, given how long they have managed this grim event in all its forms such as battle, wars, butcher shops etc., I fail to see why the perps should unload this obsession onto me.

The maser beams and plasma beams are abounding currently and were before I left for the Chicken Run. And that means me too, as I am just one of the many objects that are irradiated, and therefore pulsing energy in some odd way. And of course no one mentions anything, and also, the topic just doesn't "come to mind" when I am outside.

1915h
Voice-morphing and its volume governance prevented me from yelling at the asshole who hammered the heat vent between the bathroom and my room. And a zapping came with it, that over done startle "reaction", managed by the perps for maximum harassment.

Not only have I been through at least three voice versions today, but the perps make sure to draw the air out of me from yelling at the bozos who have this bizarre need to "adjust", loudly as possible, the heat vent when there is plenty of heat in the bathroom.

The perps pulled the same thing when I was in bed this morning; an outside noise erupted when I was lying in bed about to get up, no big deal, it wasn't that close. Then, some seconds later the same noise occured with a coincidental zapping that momentarily lifted me, or at least my legs, off the matress by a small amount. Which is proof positive that there is a coincident zapping and it is not my startle reflex.

1935h
A coughing outbreak and related commotion has erupted in the hallway, and for good measure, the overhead tromping noise has been added. Yet another noise flurry it seems, and it all got launched when after reading text only for some five minutes, I clicked on a new link which showed the back of a blonde woman's head on a book cover. That is when the noise flurry began with front door slammings, and the rest of the activity detailed above. I am always under the microscope as to what I do, see and think, the little that isn't mind controlled. And the blonde "aura" mystery of the perps continues.

1940h
I get up to have some water, and in the parking lot the perps have arranged a vehicle with its lights on, and the passengers getting out some 10 seconds later. It is beyond reason as to why there is one or more active vehicles in, or turning in, the parking lot on the rare moments that I am looking out. For yesterday's dinner and dishes, which lasts at most 10 minutes, they put put on three of these headlight shows, which I call pitlamping. And it was done in the daytime with a commercial truck's headlight aimed at me when I was downtown.

2010h
Another zapping that coincided with me reading a summary of a memoir about a father sending his teenage daughter to work. Why this is of any interest to a criminal organization that monitors what I read in real time, who won't represent themselves, is beyond me. Stupider and stupider is the way these assholes think.

I am my third LCD display blackout tonight; the screen goes blank and the fridge clicks, and it is all over in a second or two. All other power, even from the same outlets, is unperturbed. Another joke from the perps who seem to lapse into juvenility at the onset of a weekend. There are often two distinct harassment personalities they inflict upon me, weekdays, and then their shiftworkers on the weekends. It was the weekend crew that hit me with the hardest headpains in 2002.

2135h
I am getting fucked over for object recognition and am intensely pissed with it, even if a small example. There is a white paint splash on the counter that is near where I was pouring water in a glass, but wasn't central in my vision, so the perps planted the notion that it wasn't paint, but a piece of plastic that somehow got there. So, I got pissed with this out loud, as it now appears that I am not allowed full, complete, and unimpaired access to my own knowledge. This is thought crime at its lowest point, and when that happens, there is only one way it is going to go in my experience, and that is lower.

And another LCD display "blackout" before I was allowed to start the above paragraph, all part of being thoughtstalked, so one can be screwed some more.

2150h
And as I was looking at a book online, and recognized the author, the perps shook this room and added a small boom sound into it as well. There is no cognitive freedom for me whatsoever.

2240h
A round of orchestrated contention has been scripted for me to overhear. A woman and a man arguing in the parking lot for the benefit of the neighborhood. I get one of these every 4 weeks or so, usually in this putative rooming house, but this time, in public. It does remind me of past rounds with Ms. C of the story who would constantly instignate stupid arguements that just didn't add up. And now they are getting closer, all for me to hear more of. Such fucking tedium.

Enough to call this a posting, and blog off.

An EarlyStart

0925h
A earlier start for harassment today, replete with smell up my nose as I type this. These come from nowhere, though it is the smell odf the cleaning solution used in the next door bathroom, I was in there earlier, and it was not this strong. It maybe the hint for me to open the window, as most communications from the perps are oblique; hints, planted reactions etc.

I am getting more stroboscopic assaults of late; first thing when I was up there were at least three annoying strobe in my face, under the cover story of errant reflections. If that is the case, why are there so many now, and none before the harassment started?

And a very predictable rotation of vehicles and their respective colors occured outside this morning, and the "chocolate stalking" is now becoming 100% coincident when I eat this prescribed food. That is, being noisestalked while I eat chocolate, though of late, it is nearly always someone taking a coincident shower in the next door bathroom, only 3 to 4' away, through the wall, marked up with the usually maser concentrating markings, akin to pencil.

More nightime awakenings to be thoughtstalked by the upstairs "goings on", which are 100% coincident. And, I never awakened in my sleep before, and it is not the aforementioned noise, as it follows my thoughts at that time, it does not wake me up. Funny that I was unable to state this to the doctor who was looking to get some kind of clinical angle on "sleeping better". Any doctor who tells me that he has "brain lubrication" medication is a nutter IMHO. And of course he is the lynchpin in the entire cascade of benefits and subsidies. And to cast himself in this light (again), he resorted to this pathetic metaphor last week, probably for air time only, as we have had frank conversations as to how simplistic and misleading his model is, especially with the medication on offer. Then he brings it up again.

And as I type that I am getting more overhead creakings and floor poundings after an extended run-up of coughing and hacking, again forced and obviously protracted. Plus, the assholes make me cranked up about this, when in fact, if I was allowed to have an unfettered reaction, I wouldn't give a shit.

And on the visual front, where the news websites are displaying more human faces, or portions thereof, there is a decided shift to cast them with a differing cast of colors; red, yellow, greenish, darkened (low contrast), purpled, browned etc. All this in Caucasion faces, then again with other races. And if I delete a web site from my Bookmarks as it is getting too spoofed, why it shows up again, and "I" have somehow forgetten how visually odious it is, only to have the image flashed in my face again. And often, the perps will augment the news with animal images and especially those of chimps and gorillas for some kind of test/elicitation of reaction and/or associated energetics.

It is a long way of saying, that the visual processing and associated energetics of faces is not my problem so why should I be constantly fucked with and experimented upon? And as I type that stock phrase, as series of squeakings and front door slammings erupted from a serial herd of operatives moving through this putative rooming house. All else is quiet; the all-quiet order has gone out, and this must be prime time for remote assay operations. Maybe I should eat something to piss them off.

1050h
The usual noise flurries of hallway tromping, front door slamming, room shaking, sudden squeak noises ("door hinges"), coughing and hacking, forced as it is (four months of not getting better), outside loud mufflered vehicles, . And of course, constant maser and plasma action in my field of view, another game that doesn't get the write ups it deserves owing to its ubiquity.

1315h
This is the post lunch and post yoga period, though I cannot profess to know why these two are back to back events. Yoga had six women and me, a similar statistic to when I was doing cardio and aerobic exercises in Everett when I lived there. The men are doing gangstalking outside, walking back and forth in black clothing, and even black hoodies. Later, they put a man in white out there, as one of the seeming cooking staff that works in the commercial kitchen next door. And the visible street parking is duly arranged, deep green and deep red vehicle in view. The room is full of masers and plasma beams, and the perps even put a dark green beam over my bare foot as I was looking at it, presumably to simulate the green veins in it. Anyhow, I like the class, or at least am controlled to like it, as I cannot tell the difference anymore.

And I note, the ever increasing streetsweeping was also undertaken on one side of the throughfare I cross to get to yoga. This is an almost daily situation where the perps arrange streetsweeping on my walking route. And it was a daytime streetsweeping, around parked vehicles, and it is most strange as it is normally an early morning event, before vehicles are parked in any number.

The class is a one minute commute from my room, although crossing a busy thoroughfare, busier for the bidirectional trains of coordinated gangstalking vehicles, as there is no north/south commute in this city, or at least, along Cook St. And in that minute, they had two Volvo 245's on me; one (metallic gold colored) making a right turn in front of me, and a second one (burgundy colored) making a midstreet turn beside me as I was entering this putative rooming house. And it so happened that I had a gold colored Budda figure in my hand, as it was a gift from the instructor who was to have her last day today, but her plans changed. Whether that was for real or not I don't know, but it was interesting that the perps have me tell my mother this last night as I she was offering a lunch today, and I told her that I needed to go to yoga in order to find out what the disposition for the class was going to be. All these dovetailing plans and feints.

The perps have been planting more burgundy vehicles around me I note; the first thing this morning they turned a burgundy colored trades van under my window, had the scarlet shirted driver get out for no reason, get back in, make extra passes at turning around, and then took off, parking nowhere in this neighborhood. Within five minutes, a metallic copper colored vehicle came to park in this same parking lot, outside my window. And there has been more of these of late, and there also is a drive to have me see copper colored objects, e.g. CPU coolers and the like.

1445h
After some herd movement of the operatives/gangstalkers they went quiet for a while. Then keychain jingling becomes vogue suddenly, and then the next four hallway passers-by "happen" to all be doing this. It is amazing how this "group behavior" can become so quickly changed.

1500h
An overhead pounding erupted when the image of Halle Berry as Catwoman was displayed. There is no question the perps plant provocative images on me, and for a four month duration, they had me staying up to 0200h on porn viewing, something I haven't done before or since. It serves to remind me how much I wasn't able to control these planted "needs". All too funny from the perp side, and that planted behavoir is rich with possibilities to fuck someone over.

And some recent news that Canada is joining the US in military like behavior; a US AWOL soldier in Nelson BC, a location I lived for three years, got word from the US Army to capture this individual and put him in jail for a non extradictable offense. Since when do these clowns have a new supervisor south of the border?

1515h
And the second I start printing a single page, the first in weeks, the assholes pull a suck job outside my door. That is a vacuum cleaner, and with any luck, they will suck up those four white pieces of plastic outside my door that are self-aligning each day. Four in file today, yesterday, three in file with one orthogonal piece. And I am getting typo fucked for that, time to stop for a while.

1900h
A 75 minute nap was ordered and I duly succumbed until 1715h when a screaming kid outside woke me up.

And the perps decided to kill the frypan tonight; the handle was manipulated with some clicking sounds at lunch time, though only one of six spot welds had given out after I took the handle apart to have a look. But at dinner time, just as I was finishing drying it, the handle "let go" and all the spot welds went at once, and even leaving the frypan with holes in it. I was especially pissed as I have had it for 30 years nearly and it has never given any problem. And besides, it has a copper bottom that evens out the heat real evenly, and never spot burns.

So it would seem, there is something about the frypan that the perps cannot account for in their energetics harassment, so they decided it had to go. This has occured for a teapot, a coffee maker, two pairs of shoes (08-2006), two PC hard drives of widely differing parentage and age (02-2007) and many others. I have been using this frypan daily for the past 5 years, and now they decide they cannot "handle it". Which tells me, if that represents their progress, they have at least another year of harassment and torture lined up.

1915h
The perps put a sharp head pain into me for a minute, no doubt timed for the absurd regular closing of vehicle doors in the adjacent parking lot, and the assemblage of youths yapping it up for some reason outside my window. Fucking bizarre why anyone would hang out there.

2050h
A peaceful spell and then some belt buckle jingling outside my door, then the room shake once the operative had exited.

And three rounds of firecrackers erupted in the past 10 minutes; at this time of year without a celebration in sight, the firecracker management fuckery has started up again.

2130h
The nearby glass bashing act has started up again; there is no reason for this to occur. If the cover story of a street garbage collector is meant to be kept, then why is he hancling his glass bottles at this time, when all recycling operations would be closed?

It is all part of the iterations of noise and vibration and their possible contribution to remote energetics assay, particular to those that involve my brain in real time.

2135h
A series of squeaks from the hallway has erupted, all without any associated personnel action, but this is nothing new. All events are getting less credible, and more are unattributable, bizarre and over the top. A read of past blogs should confirm that, though it is an activity I never seem to do, save the labelling of all blogs, that is, keywording each 2007 blog.

2220h
More firecrackers tonight, and one just a minute ago, timed to me noticing some spoofing of this blog. Then more overhead squeaking erupts.

Time to blog off, and not feed this idiot show any longer

Thoughtstalking

1030h
I have my overhead floor knocking and squeaking action again; anything I think begets a noise from above. This is a continutation of last night where the perps woke me up in usual fashion for a round of this. Related to this is anytime I see/read a familiar celebrity or politician name, the overhead noise also erupts. And it can also be the content; topics related to strife, wars, disasters, death, mayhem and the like also get the overhead commotion momentarily.

I heard the City streetsweeper outside earlier; this is a Sunday, and they never do this routine activity when the workers get double overtime. And it was out yesterday on my walking route to the drugstore. It is simply amazing how often this rarely seen specialized city maintenance vehicle sweeps the streets in my proximity. This includes other walking paths, the route to Government House on my wildlands restoration activity.

1410h
The endless jerking around over anti-virus software and the browser capability continues; my Firefox updates are getting stopped by the firewall when they were never before. And it seems, is an excuse to pop dialog boxes up on an as-needed basis, as this little game has been going on for years. Sometimes the perps crash the browser altogether just to get a dialog box up that is sitting over the insipid Windows desktop that I never use. This time they have a better cover story with the added bonus of red, green and yellow bordered dialog boxes, the reason why the PC tech loaded this software suite on my PC in 09-2006 after I got the new motherboard, memory and CPU. It is not a big deal, but the ever changing functionality is getting to be a piss-off, now that I discovered that the updates to Firefox are not downloading. Last week's computer hassle was all about getting the ISP's instant messenger loaded, and it was never solved, even with the firewall temporarily disabled.

1430h
A trip to the First Feral Family. i.e. the parents cum assholes who cast me into this nightmare, who then never told me about the documented (in 1960) learning disabilities that were incurred, and who carried on as if I didn't have any, which came with abusive measures. And about age 45 or so, I figured it out with the help of my school records. Strange that I visit them and that in itself is a tribute to mind-control.

Enough rants, past readers have heard all about it, and time to blog off early.

Dropping In

1345h
The hallway "air freshener" spraying has erupted, this curious habit of putative housework that occurs outside my room and always (somehow) leaks into my room and up my nose.

This is the post lunch surveillance period and a unique one at that. I went to the "drop in" center as part of my requirements for subsidized housing, and had a lunch after the outing that I went on before that. As a consequence, I am getting a heavier dose of irradiation of this LCD display, akin to the post-hiking sessions before 06-2006

I went with the Government House landscape restoration group, who volunteer to pull invasive weed species from the wildland areas, the Garry Oak (aka Oregon White Oak) meadow areas. As this 20 acre property lies in the heart of a residential area, it is prone to infill from invasive exotic species. So this morning, I joined the crew of 10 or so to participate in the activity. For the most part I got a informative history of the wildland restoration activity, and that of the ecology of this area. Next time, I suspect, I will get to pull weed species. But of course it was an exalted gangstalking event, and with the "mental illness" label attached to this center, it is a continuation of the cast of strange characters that packed around me when I was incarcerated at the hospital.

There were the usual feints and games of walk ahead, then behind, walk between operatives, switch positions, and the background chatter while I was speaking and listening to the group leader, who has an impressive knowledge of the project. And too, there was the color of clothing games, one operative/patient in a crimson red that was kept in constant proximity, the hat show (e.g. bright colors through the glass, then directly, and then hat is taken off for another troll by for each of those two instances.) Other examples were the red hat, the black hat, the day-glo rainbow hat, the plum-pink on a native Indian variation, and a few other combinations that were evident. A blue-grey dressed gangstalker got ahead of us and put on the distance dependent color test for the 10 minute walk back to the drop-in center.

One of the more obvious stalking method changes is that they like to get more stalking time in, and also have them move inside a building, then outside and even through a doorway. The manager of the facility who I met last week in his office was adroitly positioned some 30' away, through the open door, visible from my inside table to him, outside in the gazebo. And the door was partially closed, so I would only see a narrow window of him. All part of the fuckery, and all the time.

Another feint/method was to have the ever present city streetsweeper out again, this time on the walking route to Government House. As mentioned before, it is normal early morning activity, when the streets are free of parked vehicles, and is now "showing" up in the residental areas that I inhabit, and now, those that I walk through.

And more joggers than ever before today; one each of the four legs of my perambulating to the drop-in center and then again, to/from Government House.

Aftwerward, I had lunch there, which is about the only way the perps can get eggs into me, as they have their food/color testing regimen, and they are resuming where they left off about three years ago when I last had egg as a protein source. One sandwich in white bread, the other with brown bread. Lunch time was a real crush, there had to be at least 40 of the "drop-in" patients/operatives when we got back, and this is in a old house living room and dining room area. And I got to aquaint myself with the "weirds", the ones who have half an excuse to stare at me, blabber on without consequence, and the rest of the strange behavoirs that the perps introduced me into early in this 4.5 year and running fuckover.

All to keep me circulating, especially in tight quarters where the "inadvertent" bumping is erupting with an ostensible reason. Though, it seemed to be especially prevalent at lunch, and why the lunch server had a leather backpack on has yet to pass some rationality test. All jolly fun for the perps and their games, and their aerialed highrise HQ (they tell me via thought planting) wasn't very far away in this location. It looks more like a military operation if the rooftop were the only criteria to judge it by.

And with some old house stained glass, there is a cover story to have a reddish splash of light on the floor, not far from me, one of the constant games that goes on, as anytime I close my eyes momentarily, the perps usually introduce a red flash as if it were from the underside of my eyelids.

1730h
As I write this the noise flurries have begun; and another fuckover in taking a shit, a three-fer; blocking the toilet, removing the plunger and forcing a shower to clean up. This time, and it is not any consolation, only one plunging was needed, not the 20 minutes or so of the last two times. And I had my noise flurries going on while on the crapper, the same ones that they had on me when in my room beforehand. Seemingly, some kind of noise to neural correlates mapping over two locations and activites. And as "I" typoed that last phrase, the"n" word, the overhead noise maker laid on a few clunks to piss me off and end this under-the-microscope session.

1850h
I am getting the post-mealtime gangstalk, overhead clunking and coincident zapping. And the perps make sure to piss me off enough to program my vocalized complaints about this fuckery. And more clunking as I write this.

1905h
The operatives are on the move again; egressing in serial fashion, 1/3 minutes, and now adding a squeak into the front door slamming which also "incurs" a room shake (mine), and for an extra bonus, they shake this LCD display for a few seconds longer than the furniture and room. Meanwhile, the overhead clunking thoughtstalks me at any uncontrolled thinking, as well as the tried and true intervals when I bookmark a web page, select a new web page display, decide to mouseclick etc. More of being under the microscope, and they want me to know that. And the typo sabotage is getting intense.

A more recent jerkaround that is incrementally gaining prominence is the touches and/or tickles as if my hand, or other, is touching something when it is not. And when I look to see if there is a real world source of the problem, the perps start slamming a nearby wall. Endless variations on noise and vibrations, all over any minutia that they deem noisestalkable.

2005h
More coughing and more ass jabbing plus a few other noises, the regular ones.

Another noise flurry; the pop can bashing and feet scuffing in the hallway have been added to the noise mix with the overhead pounding in there too. Masers are flitting about, especially if I vocalize my annoyance with mind-fuck typos that are dogging every word. One more thought, and another clunk. Time to stop encouraging this idiotic act.

2300h
A dull roar of the above mentioned noise flurries and some respite, though with at least two vocalizations over the hammering noise above me. All too repetitive. Time to blog off.

Streetsweeping Sundays

1000h
At least two passes by the street sweeper this morning, and it is becoming a perp favorite. Normally not seen as it is an early morning activity, it has become clear that they plant it on my laundry days, which are never consistent week to week, and are now bringing it out when no municipal maintenance workers ordinarily work. One of the more benign activities.

I got my vertical/horizontal repose transition noisestalking again last night, and similarly this morning. Last night, 10 minutes before bedtime, the revelling yobos came back, louder and with a guitar. Theri noise covered me from the sitting position to being in bed and falling asleep. The also saw fit to lob two unopened cans of Coca Cola across the parking lot outside my window, and that would constitute more brown (liquid) games, after I had turned out the light, but was changing out of my clothes, and then another when prone in bed. Later, the yobos came back for a reprise gangstalk and revelry noise, although decidedly quieter.

Likewise this morning, the overhead clunking started up before I got up, and put on extra loud and longer clunking the moment "sidereal radiation" came to mind, and then this noise tracked me over my morning routine of breakfast, shaving, and dental hygeine.

1120h
The protracted and forced coughing act has been running, and the front door slammings are 3 for 3; the last 3 web page display changes, even if text blocks, have been noisestalked at the very instant they change. Amazing timing for the "roomies" of this putative rooming house.

And here is a news story, and I have no idea if it has any perp significance vis a vis me, but they do like me to read on the topic of torture, and that is one of their favorite topics to noisestalk. An unfortuneate Canadian citizen, Maher Arar, was shipped to Syria from the US and tortured there, and eventually sanity prevailed and he was freed. This is the story, and it is current in reporting that he was paid out some $11.0 million dollars, and the Canadian government even apologized. Meanwhile, the US government keeps him on their no-fly list to continue the beligerence they began this story with.

A good deal, almost a "happily ever after" story; but there are other covert torture victims that don't get any compensation, and won't ever get any apology by my reckoning, and I am one. Others are here.

1335h
Back to room shaking and the overhead tromping noise of yesterday; all to get me cranked up before lunch if the pattern is going to repeat again.

More crumbs in the night arrived to encircle my office chair that I am sitting on, a mashed in brownish substance. And someone applied goo on my glasses in the night, and was likely the same party that was flipping the temple piece against gravity and with no means of conventional impetus, to interfere with the cleaning and to get me riled up over it.

1200h
And an all-quiet order has gone out while I bookmark various mind-control sites, some of them being researched books, some which may find their way into this blog. And this does seem to be a perp strategy, pumping me with legit references to their own nefarious methods and technologies. And also, having me put these in as links into this blog. The stuff of their own creation is getting noisestalked, or is under intense scrutiny in the absence of the noise.

1240h
This is the post-mealtime noisestalking flurry, and for good measure, they added an operative doing plastic bag flicking and rummaging outside my door in the hallway in concert with the noise of running water in the pipes, one of the most used introduced noises going. On top of that, an operative is taking a shower in the next door bathroom as part of the "clean drive" (read water noise and energetics interaction) that has suddenly sprung forth in the last few days. The term, "taking a bath" for the perps has a whole new meaning.

1255h
The herd of operatives has cranked up the noise activity; pacing back and forth in flip flops in the hallway outside my room, the on-cue coughing or front door slamming when I change a web page or scroll down, the motorcycle noise is ramping up, three events in the last five minutes, and the PC has taken on a new noise. This is the current big time for the perps, determining the energetics of food digestion, and in this case, it is a red-brown tapenade on brown tortillas with white cheddar cheese and chicken meat inside. Quite the daunting collection of colors given their purposeful gradual introduction of vehicle colors when I am outside.

1405h
And in conjunction with the noise, though less than the last journal entry, the perps are persistently planting smell up my nose, the so-called air freshener, even if no spraying was conducted in the hallway.

Then a zap on my right thumb as I detected an cognition error, which was no doubt enhanced by some fuckery in making the article difficult to keep track of the threads. And, in journalling this, the zinger maser has come to visit and hang about in front of me. There are no end of them today, and they usually sweep ahead of any location I am about to utilize. No onto senseless vehicle engine over revving. This sounds like yesterday all over again.

1420h
More sonorous vehicle noise; this is the city with a 50% bad muffler problem if the frequency of such vehicles is to believed from the noise continuance.

Enough dulldom for anyone, even for the assholes who are running me.
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gallium-arsenide (GaAs), immune cells