07-09-2019
What is with the intensified gangstalking these last two days? And the added pit-lamping, the headlights aimed at me at every turn in the road, at my vehicle egress (entrances and exits), building entrances and exits etc.
Nothing too weird on the vineyard workplace front, save this infernal dog that "somehow" has it in for me, and me alone, putting up a ferocious front if I "happen" to be nearby. Today it was three events as it hung around at the property gate awaiting the return of the owners. They left the dog behind but in the care of someone nearby who drives in with their very loud and ill-maintained muffler. (Don't we know that one; in this case a later model sedan that for "some reason" hasn't fixed their muffler in over a year, and often does noisestalking passes around the vineyard. Now, it gets to drive into the vineyard on ostensible dog care duty to put on more of the same loathsome noise, just closer in).
Said dog will go flying past other workers it doesn't know well, and then puts on ferocious barking, even baring its teeth today. Even if it has a frisbee in its mouth from a game with the owner's family, the dog will bark at me with the frisbee still stuck in its mouth. I think I will call the dog "Pepper Spray" and maybe the owners will get the hint. As if they don't know; I told them, and they have seen the fucking animal taking a beeline for me to suddenly traumatize the shit out of me, and all I get is this loopy grin. Or else the dog is mind fucked and is programmed for TI harassment, and they know this and of course, cannot do anything. At best, they don't give a shit.
All I hope is that I don't get a leg full of teeth, as the dog can operate in stealth mode, and now with the vine canopy reaching full height, it can get in close without me seeing it further out. And it knows it, as it is a German shepard x labrador, and is smart enough to know the score. And too, it seems to operate in auto-harassment mode; laying on the barking close in, say 10' or less, then wanders off not looking at me with its tongue hanging out. It too, has the "Fuck the Victim, and Fuck the Victim More" streak that is so impressively delivered by the Psychopaths in all other capacities, all the time. Just get me out of here; I have had enough. Now at 17 years of insane and relentless Psychopathic abuse, and now I have a deranged canine to contend with at my workplace.
Back to the lead item; tonight's venture to local organic store begat a procession of red, and a single brown vehicle ahead of me, leading and taking the same turns as I do when most folks don't take that route. The brown vehicle must of got too annoying, (I loathe brown colors) and they had it turn off early, while the deep reds proceeded ahead of me. Then the wacko in the truck who somehow "needed" to make a L turn into the R lane (behind me, after I made a R turn) coming from the opposite direction. Like WTF; the road traffic rule is that you turn into the L lane, and then change lanes if need be. I have never seen something quite so strange driving-wise, and in saying that, I am sure there will be more weirdness to come.
Then after entering the store, and in the supplements section, and looking for an item, a blonde customer service woman is leading this brown shirted dude with orange disposable gloves, and they immediately need to get by, and walk over just where I was. At least I got an "excuse me" out of the deal this time. Elsewhere in the store, other Fuckwits popped out from the aisle ends in this long running stunt of posted stalking Fuckwits at my every turn, especially at store aisle ends. Then the regular cashier woman "happens" to arrive 4' away while I was at the chocolate section, standing around and eventually selecting an item. Then at the checkout, why, it is the same brown shirted dude in the orange gloves again, a first time (for me) cashier. Where do they get these bozos, and why must they walk on the very ground I am standing on in advance of another long standing Fuckover theme, making a financial transaction? Haven't we had enough brownstalking these past 17 years of this senseless and relentless abuse-athon? Seemingly not.
A white vehicle tail on me most of the way home, following me 90% of my route, again an irregular one, and hot on my ass until the last block. All of the above fuckery for a 8 minute trip to the local organics store, and maybe a whole 10 minutes in the wretched place (as it is coming to be), and the same trip duration on the way back. An exercise in targeted hell for a Prisoner in Disguise. Well done assholes.
And what is it about the Psychopaths they they need to sabotage the repair effort to deal with an original sabotage event of theirs? This theme plays out countless times, and became immediately apparent since they first went berserk/overt in 04-2002. That is, they invaded my apartment with unconventional weapons and measures, later deployed personnel inside, and have since kept up this abuse-athon ever since. This time, the very reliable track lighting, after two years of continuous service and zero handling of the lighting since installation, "happened" to go out on one side of a "T" junction. I took it down recently, examined it, and determined that "somehow" by cutting it short by a few inches, that the internal track wire was cut a half inch too short as it moves inside an insulated sleeve that itself also moves inside the track. To fix it, I need to insert a half inch of 14 gauge wire in each of the two track inserts to stop the wire shifting upon installation. I find a 6" piece of 14 gauge scrap trellis wire at work, and put it in my pack on other items. I get home, and lo, if it hasn't "disappeared". I cannot count the times that "sabotage on sabotage" (repairs) has "happened" since 04-2002, but suffice to say, this had never occurred to my recollection before then, and is now of a consistent Fuckover (harassment) frequency. I would give this particular abuse escalation at least two orders of magnitude since The Day of Abusive Infamy, 04-2002.
07-10-2019
I worked to 1300h, and then a dental appointment. A big one, as my two implant teeth (side by side), finally get installed. After nearly two years with a two tooth gap, and $11k, dental surgery, I get two new teeth. Not quite so fast though; the dentist had trouble with her torque wrench, and could not get it engaged. I offered to help her, but she wasn't much use as she was flipping it around so much. She called the rep, to no avail, and then the local dental surgeon. He offered to help her out, and so I ended up being the go-between, taking her torque wrench to him, he examining my implant caps, taking an X-ray, and he backing off the caps with his torque wrench. He "fixed" her torque wrench (identical make and model), right there, adjusting something on it, and so I took both the dentist's torque wrenches back to the first dentist so she could continue. Which she did, professionally, and even added some material on one implant tooth to get the bit right.
A sunny day, but lo, if a sudden rain didn't come on as I was setting off in mid-dental appointment to the dental surgeon, as "wrench runner", per above. As if the sudden rain onset timing wasn't enough, the traffic volume had one of those sudden and unexpected increases for that time of day, about 1430h. And too, the crazy assed driving also erupted on the slick streets; a woman goes full speed through a just-red traffic light, just as I was thinking of making a left turn at this intersection. But no, I waited an extra cycle. In this town there is at least a two second lag such that it is red in all directions before the traffic control goes green. So this person actually ran a red at considerable speed on rain slicked road surface, as it would seem that running a yellow light just wouldn't do. (See analysis below). I don't think I have ever seen such stupid driving in the rain, even in Vancouver for all the time I lived there and its substantially greater rain. (And too, Vancouver traffic behavior also goes extra stupid in the rain, but not nearly at the risk level this idiot woman was taking, or more like, participating in).
And do the perps ever love to jerk my ass, gangstalk me or just plain fuck with me when making a decision. And I was planning to turn L at the yellow light until the above mentioned crazy bitch ran the red in the oncoming direction. A decision deferred, until the next traffic cycle when there was an advance L turn signal. And here we have it again, hounding my ass in this senseless and relentless abuse-athon for 17 years, and a prior 47 years of covert orchestration and fuckery, and bazillions of drivers every day making decisions world wide as to making turns, etc. with respect to traffic controsl, and here are the Psychopaths hounding my ass over a driving decision in mid-dental appointment. (A peculiar touch to say the least, as how many dental patients end up driving between dentists during their appointment to accommodate the dentist's tool use problems). Bring on the coincidences some more.
07-13-2019
Day off, laundry, a stalking show, as it is never that busy. And lo, if the landlord wasn't there picking up laundry, bedding kind of stuff that one cannot do at home. etc.
This after a round of noisestalking outside my place, a particular single engine aircraft being most notable. Said noisestalking included the landlord on his cell phone. (Like WTF; does he really need to go outside in his backyard to take a cell phone call when he can see me there and knows I can hear him?) That stalking vignette drove me inside just as I was finishing reading the book, "The Many Worlds of Hugh Everett III" by Peter Byrne. Originally Hugh Everett's thesis was titled "Quantum Mechanics by the Method of the Universal Wave Function" in 1957, which was later subverted and redirected by his thesis advisor, Dr. John Wheeler, who was an follower of Neils Bohr, the reigning quantum mechanics theorist. And it just might be discovering the Universal Wave Function is what the Psychopaths are pursuing at considerable personal expense..
Heavy aircraft coverage overhead today, mostly fixed wing as there is a visitation from some WWII bombers, and lo, if that same infernal single engine fixed wing didn't join the fray, noisy as hell, doing repeated turns overhead.
A 10 hour sleep last night, and a 1.5 hour nap attack later today, just as I came inside after dealing with the aforementioned noisestalking and reading of the book, per above. In fact, I finished the written portion, and turned onto the Glossary when all the above noise shit came down. Refining their craft it seems; choosing the very moment between different components of the written word, and for all I know, the Glossary could of been written by someone else. Another task completion stalking/noise eruption IMHO, another Fuckover Feature that the Psychopaths came to teach me by considerable repetition.
It is interesting that Information Theory, (whatever that is exactly) is by some quantum energy researchers, included in Quantum Energy Dynamics, (QED), though not fully articulated in The Many Worlds of Hugh Everett III. And it is interesting that the Psychopaths had me deeply involved in relational database design for twelve years, 1989-2002, then summarily cut me off with their berserk/overt intrusion of 04-2002. And they have never, ever, let me come close to getting back to IT, even if I took Oracle upgrade courses in 2008. Well done assholes; lets have an over-educated farm worker and not let him even get a toe hold on advancing in the business. All the better to fuck the shit out of him, and in earning so little, we can control him al the more.
As much as I like a certain browser, and they are at least 5 years behind on getting open tabs synchronized across devices, they now have this as a feature. After a week of the spare PC operating because of the boot problem, the regular PC is back in action. And with both PCs running, do you think that I can synchronize tabs? Fuck no; we have all the commands and stated features, and you can synchronize a tab at a time, but if you think you want the convenience of getting one box back up to speed with all the open tabs of the intervening week on the other (spare) box, why hell no. All the above was good for a half hour of screaming at the assholes, and/or the browser maker. It will be a long time before the hamfisted, dumbed down, and/or technocentric ethos of MS, Google and their ilk will ever get to the usability level of Apple. Another 20 years I reckon. Though MS is starting to wake up, and is trying, and even has the "Move" command in the dialog box now (in some places- tentative, per usual), something they could of done for us long term command line VMS and Unix users when we got stiffed with the MS Windows platform (v. 3.1) by way of corporate imposition of the standard desktop way back when. I don't think MS's usability credibility will ever recover in the minds of those who were using Unix workstations (non-Intel CPU) before they were thrown under the bus for the sake of corporate desktop uniformity. Not that the management did shit either; they just rolled over like nearly all of them. One shoe fits all, from power workstation users (me, and most of my colleagues) to the office secretary in the eyes of our workplace IT clowns. A sabotage and scoot job, and it does make me wonder how all of my IT colleagues knew to invest in MS back then (1990), and eventually make a personal bundle. I thought Windows desktop was utter shit then, and never thought it would go the near full corporate saturation level it did. There is more elected/selected differences between Apple and MS and how they each fumbled and stumbled and succeeded along the way, with the former making a comeback via mobile platforms that "somehow" the Embalmer never quite figured out, including the idiocy of embracing the closed Symbian platform. All water under the bridge I suppose, and perhaps easier to note in hindsight.
I remember seeing the Embalmer (Steve Balmer, MS CEO at the time) on a TV interview about in 2004, and repeating the phrase, "controlling and ensuring the user's full Windows experience" at least three times, as his defense of MS's monopoly and closed platform. Yeah right; screaming at the MS Windows OS for 30 minutes at least 3x/week because it was an (advanced) feature-deprived clunky mess, bloatware in other respects, and an interface jungle pandering to dumb-shits. I still reckon I should be a one person benchmark for GUI usability and comprehensibility for those over an IQ of 100 (LOL)! After one "grows up" on the semantic and interface consistency and predictability of IBM and DEC mainframes, and later Unix workstation GUIs, turning over GUI interface and new platform architecture to the kids who knew only DOS was a paradigm shift into the toilet. Only Apple was the bright light on the GUI interface at first, though Jobs wasn't cut out for development of a corporate level OS. That Linux has since come to the fore, as a corporate back-end at least, is another bright light. I suppose there are books on the 1990's workplace desktop, OS and GUI wars, and perhaps one day I will investigate that.
07-18-2019
A whole four days has passed by and I haven't attended to getting this posted on the usual Sunday night. Funny how that "happens", these sudden blasts of lassitude for no apparent reason. So without further ado, here is the posting.
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Thursday, July 18, 2019
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Getting Oranged
10-18-2011
We were putting two tons of carrots through the conveyor that feeds off the truck and then the boss interupted carrot washing to go pumpkin picking. What can I assume is "orange referencing"; having me see and handle two crops that have orange colored vegetable matter. Later in the day, I got to "experience" the carrots as dug up by the implement that the tractor tows with a conveyor to take the topped carrots to an accompanying 5 tonne truck. No riding the machine for me though, I was the one walking behind the carrot digging machine to pick up the ones it missed.
10-19-2011
And carrot bagging (packaging) is a big job this month, not having worked this farm in October. It takes place in the unheated warehouse and there is a 12' conveyor that runs on demand and intermittently, with the carrots loaded from a bin that is set on the hydraulic tipper by a forklift. Typically, a large flood of carrots is dropped onto the conveyor from the bin, the conveyor is run to distribute the carrots full conveyor length, and then stopped. Then personnel on one side feed the four scales with selected carrots, loading a tipping scale tray that can take up to 5lb of carrots. Another person is placed oppositely and next to the scale and when the scale needle reaches center, he tips the scale tray contents into a plastic packaging bag. There is an art to it so carrots don't fly off the tray if it is tipped too fast, and also, if too slow, then the carrots will more likely criss-cross in the bag. And too, the carrots are straightened out by rolling the bag on an adjacent table surface. In other words, lots of poly plastic bag handling, as they come from the packaging suppliers in boxes of 1,000. And yes, I get more co-workers getting close to me or making more noise or talking more whenever I am recharging the plastic bags as I extract them from the box.
Then outside later to do a re-wash of packaged potatoes, returned from customers apparently. But as the perps are totally beserk over anything that comes from a brown cardboard box, this is primetime for "browning around" as I call their insane obsession over this color. So, in other words, they get to study the potatoes going through the conveyor and washing for a second time, and then get re-packaged into the re-used cardboard boxes. Some runs are very rot prone, and some aren't. In the former case they have me extracting the rotten ones from the conveyor which are then tossed into an adjacent bin. When there are few rotten potatoes, they have me ferry the emptied boxes from outside where the conveyor feed is, to inside where the final inspection, grading and boxing takes place. All that inside-outside brown box handling is just perp heaven for their insane fuckery games.
10-20-2011
Carrot bagging most of the day, with a half hour outside session to grade potatoes being re-washed.
Then around 1630h, we go out to get 17 bins of pumpkins, many were rotten, and it does seem to be an (arranged) problem, as they didn't pick them soon enough and the stem rot got inside the pumpkin even though it looks OK. Same thing "happened" at another farm two years ago, a seeming purposeful too-late pumpkin harvest, and we had to go back in the cooler and take out the rotten ones. But as the perps do love to arrange rotting fruit and vegetables, which is likely related to their insane interest over composting, now about to enter its fourth year of my direct involvement, starting with the raked-up leaves at the First Feral Family house. And I even get extra noisestalking while handling the rotten pumpkins, which suggests the entire process of decomposition of any live organic matter is of intense interest to them. And don't get me started as to what it might mean, as I am looking to my readership for some suggestions.
And what is it about mid-blue air compressors being arranged around me? The 5' long x 2' wide shop compressor was pulled outside of the workshop for a few days in the sunshine and arranged to be around me having lunch on a nearby pallet stack.
And what is it about the boss on the re-wash potato conveyor feed, who makes sure he is extra careless and waves the cardboard box that they were in, making an extra flourish to get the box closer to me on the opposite side of the conveyor? I took another cardboard box in the face the week before, the supervisor not looking at where she threw the just-assembled box, readied for a potato washing run.
And the props mechanic, had his 8 y,o, boy at work all day, and not only was the kid doing his gangstalking thing, but "found" this ridiculous tricycle that has been hanging around at the farm for some unknown reason for the past two weeks, and rode it around the warehouse for an hour or more. Not only is the forklift zinging around, but so are the motorized pallet jacks. Like WTF; why would a parent place their child in apparent unsupervised danger while also making the kid look like a total retard, as he was way too big for it. Like I contend, the whole scene is scripted, and there was no danger as it was choreographed to ensure he didn't get a fork from the forklift in the chops while loitering around on this absurd tricycle. This was the same kid that came to hang around me wearing an orange sports jersey the previous week for no reason whatsoever, looking like some vacant retard. When I saw the kid with his dad in the tractor some 20 min. later, no orange jersey on him.
10-21-2011
A mid-day start after doing some phoning from home, researching the value of taking vineyard laborer training, my possible 2012 activity for three months. A 1300h start at the farm, first bagging carrots, then a sit-around as no one knew what to do. Then a short (less than 30 min.) re-wash one pallet of potatoes.
Then it was to be pumpkin washing, but no, it was pumpkin picking.
Then fence repair job, where every one seemed to know what the job was, and I tagged along as no one told me. (No such thing as crew briefing sessions at the farm, all hearsay like instruction). Pliers came from nowhere for everyone but me. A roll of fence wire had to be found, then cut in half down its length, and it was erected above the existing fence wire, as some members of the visiting public to the Halloween exibits decided to do a little vandalism on the side.
I was working with the Mexicans as dusk came on, and just as we finished, lo, if two vehicles with headlights on, didn't arrive, and of all persons, it was the E. Indian tractor driver from the other farm I worked at in the past four years "showed up" and said hello. I was fucked into being totally dumbfounded and only said "hello" in return. Like WTF; he has nothing to do with this farm, works at least five miles away, had nothing to do with me while I was there (except steal my raingear and wear it a few days later), and here he "happens" to arrive at this very obscure location just as I finish up on a job. And have I mentioned how crazed the perps are when I finish a task, putting on noises, and disrupting events, often forcing re-work as something was "forgotten" and the notion of completion was premature? Many tens of times.
There were also some E. Indian visitors earlier in the day, the supervisor's daughter and niece. So I suppose the perps were attempting to get some kind of E. Indian skin color referencing or something, and wanted a "victim tour" by another known E. Indian from another farm in dusk onset conditons. Very bizarre this person "showing up" at this time when he would of finished a day's work at the other farm. [Later, I asked the boss about this, and he didn't say why the other farm's tractor driver "happened" to arrive at his farm in an obscure non=public location].
10-22-2011, Saturday
Post Friday night farm visitations to the scary haunted house exhibit they have. First farm job was
garbage pickup in the rain, wearing my new breathable Bluestorm Latitude 38 rainpaints. I cannot say if the "breathable" part was working, as the perps wetted my chest anyways. The perps got me obsessed over the garbage, and picking up some very small pieces that I would of ordinarily left behind.
It was to be parking duty for the public events, but as the rain was off and on, there weren't many visitors. So.. back to carrot bagging, carrot washing (the load that sat on the truck for two days, in mid job), and then clean up.
Orange color games that were most noticable were the farmer's grandkids roaring around in an orange colored dune buggy, hanging around me for no reason, circling me, or doing 180 degree U turns in front of me. Earlier, they were also heavy on ambulatory gangstalking while I was picking up garbage, and seemed to have an unerring knack for "showing up" when I was walking between venues.
Another Orange Event was packing one corner of a 10'x10' orange colored square canopy
with three other males, two Mexicans and one Asian. It was packed some 500' or so to the orange pumpkin patch where there is a public pick.
10-23-2011, Sunday
The weekly leg shave last night, getting delayed until it was midnight; the possibility of a new PC case beckons, and that kept me busy online. Three things I want in a PC case; air filtration so no dust buildup on fans, quiet, and a handle on top as these things are heavy. The latter feature has never been on PC cases, save for one recent example, and will likely involve getting someone to modify the case. But as PC cases aren't cheap by the time I pay someone to re-build it and add in the 256Gb SSD I recently acquired, it just may not happen. Such are the machinations of my tormentors, building up a "need", sometimes for three or more years, and then poof, it cannot be done. And of course, the "need" will re-surface later, all to continue this litany of coveting they like to plant on me.
Other items can be purchased on a whim though, no research or coveting, and while not always true, can be useful items I use every day.
A busy day at the farm with over 3,500 visitors, and I was on parking duty, directing vehicles and sorting out vehicular cluster fucks as the tractor pulled wagons, aka hayrides" were also part of the event. And with my newly shaved legs (under my long pants) and all those steel vehicles passing me by at close quarters, it was likely a huge perp event. As were all the dudes wearing baggy shorts at this time of year, not to mention the litany of male Unfavoreds/freaks/gangstalker themes; the gut strut, the skinheads and the waddlers.
Other farm visitors to fit the Unfavored demographic profile were the negroes, a father screaming at his child, and the ridiculous wheelchair act. They drop off this person in a wheelchair some 500' from the main activities, at the pumpkin picking field. Then he wheels back to the way he came to the events tent for a few hours. Then he comes back, seeming by himself and parks himself and wheelchair in the path of the tractor pulling the hayride and I warn him. So then he moves to the other side of the road and nearly impedes an outgoing hayride, it passing by within one foot. And given the 15 min. of this loiter time, I reckon is was yet again, another perp prop/gangstalking theme of placing wheelchairs and their occupants around me. And have I not complained of excessive numbers of wheelchairs as part of the gangstalking for the last 9 years? Many times, and if I cannot stand the sight of wheelchairs, I don't see why it is anyone's business by my own. And why does this theme repeat, as one of many, as part of this insane reign of abuse I am subjected to by this covert army of psychopathic assholes.
Before going to the farm, a former co-worker came by to have coffee out, so not only did I have extra brown liquid in me, but I also had an extra dark brown pastry. As always, in public locations, the swarm starts up and got to be near crush conditions at times, some of the gangstalkers wearing dark brown clothes. And lo, if they didn't put a fugly negro woman who was back and forthing from inside to outside and then intersperse her visage with some blonde babes. Always this game of putting on the babes (a Favored demographic group and unlikely to have subconscious traumatization associations for the three years they wiped my memory when aged 2 to 5) to mix with the Unfavoreds.
This former co-worker with whom I remain in contact, her contacting me more than the other way around, is the same one who was working at the farm last year, and then followed me to the second farm I worked. Now she is taking horticultural training. I sometimes wonder if she isn't a morphover of someone else I know who was rather large back in my Seattle days of 1999 to 2002. There is just too many oddities that fit the perp harassment themes; married now getting a divorce, no children, psoriasis skin condition for more skin tone variance, a fat girl, and being extra "friendly".
Later in the evening, I drove to the airport to pick up my mother who arrived back from the UK after two weeks there with my out-of-town brother. Just arrived flight passengers are a big gangstalking event, and of course the sickos were out in force, closing in on me while I waited in a public airport. The dude with his hand on his crotch opposite me in the seats was the most outrageous act. Second in terms of absurd was the Fat Family, at least four of them sitting in the seats with one of them, the orange T-shirted Fuckwit, doing regular patrols for me to admire his ample girth, his infernal brown colored short and flipflops, this being October 23 in the Pacific Northwest.
And is it strange that the dudes doing the gangstalking parade as waiting family for incoming flight to be standing at the luggage carousel all by themselves with no apparent family nearby? It seemed to be a big excuse to get the Fuckwits closer to me than I would ordinarily of allowed.
I made salsa from the green tomatoes my in-town brother left at the FFF, he scoffing all the red ones under the guise of "looking after" the place while our mother was in the UK. And as I worked through the insufferable blender follies of what part fits where, the next door pressure washing noise started up at the same moment as getting the blender to finally work.
I returned home via the city bus with salsa in my pack, in two vessels, one glass, one plastic. This seemed to bring on a big gangstalker crowd for a 1600h bus into downtown. I got the big girl gangstalker treatment. First a hefty girl next to me on the rear bench seat, and the very big young girl standing 2' away. The hefty one left after 5 min. and the very big one took the seat, sitting next to me, and nudging me all the more. I have never seen a young girl with a fat middle before, and no, it was not a pregnancy, and wonder if it wasn't a prothesis, as the perps have done this before.
I picked up yet another Sierra Trading Post parcel this morning, and it contained a mid-blue long sleeved shirt. And lo, if I wasn't blue tested with the same hue for the rest of the day; as gangstalker vehicle color, and on at least 15 gangstalker. Not that I was wearing this color blue today, it is just that I had received the garment today in a brown cardboard box.
Lightscribe is getting hacked tonight; cutting two DVD's of my mother's UK pics, and lo, if Lightscribe first didn't "fail", then the next try it spent 3 minutes of supposedly etching the text, and lo, nothing. Then next time it worked. One more disk to go, and twice it "failed" to etch the text and succeed the third time. This had always been working fine before, with no software or hardware changes and now it suddenly craps out. All in keeping with less pretense of a mistake, and now blatant obstructive incursions.
10-26-2011
I am late getting this weekly blog out, and am busy with pondering my next PC case as well as the continuing farm work.
We were putting two tons of carrots through the conveyor that feeds off the truck and then the boss interupted carrot washing to go pumpkin picking. What can I assume is "orange referencing"; having me see and handle two crops that have orange colored vegetable matter. Later in the day, I got to "experience" the carrots as dug up by the implement that the tractor tows with a conveyor to take the topped carrots to an accompanying 5 tonne truck. No riding the machine for me though, I was the one walking behind the carrot digging machine to pick up the ones it missed.
10-19-2011
And carrot bagging (packaging) is a big job this month, not having worked this farm in October. It takes place in the unheated warehouse and there is a 12' conveyor that runs on demand and intermittently, with the carrots loaded from a bin that is set on the hydraulic tipper by a forklift. Typically, a large flood of carrots is dropped onto the conveyor from the bin, the conveyor is run to distribute the carrots full conveyor length, and then stopped. Then personnel on one side feed the four scales with selected carrots, loading a tipping scale tray that can take up to 5lb of carrots. Another person is placed oppositely and next to the scale and when the scale needle reaches center, he tips the scale tray contents into a plastic packaging bag. There is an art to it so carrots don't fly off the tray if it is tipped too fast, and also, if too slow, then the carrots will more likely criss-cross in the bag. And too, the carrots are straightened out by rolling the bag on an adjacent table surface. In other words, lots of poly plastic bag handling, as they come from the packaging suppliers in boxes of 1,000. And yes, I get more co-workers getting close to me or making more noise or talking more whenever I am recharging the plastic bags as I extract them from the box.
Then outside later to do a re-wash of packaged potatoes, returned from customers apparently. But as the perps are totally beserk over anything that comes from a brown cardboard box, this is primetime for "browning around" as I call their insane obsession over this color. So, in other words, they get to study the potatoes going through the conveyor and washing for a second time, and then get re-packaged into the re-used cardboard boxes. Some runs are very rot prone, and some aren't. In the former case they have me extracting the rotten ones from the conveyor which are then tossed into an adjacent bin. When there are few rotten potatoes, they have me ferry the emptied boxes from outside where the conveyor feed is, to inside where the final inspection, grading and boxing takes place. All that inside-outside brown box handling is just perp heaven for their insane fuckery games.
10-20-2011
Carrot bagging most of the day, with a half hour outside session to grade potatoes being re-washed.
Then around 1630h, we go out to get 17 bins of pumpkins, many were rotten, and it does seem to be an (arranged) problem, as they didn't pick them soon enough and the stem rot got inside the pumpkin even though it looks OK. Same thing "happened" at another farm two years ago, a seeming purposeful too-late pumpkin harvest, and we had to go back in the cooler and take out the rotten ones. But as the perps do love to arrange rotting fruit and vegetables, which is likely related to their insane interest over composting, now about to enter its fourth year of my direct involvement, starting with the raked-up leaves at the First Feral Family house. And I even get extra noisestalking while handling the rotten pumpkins, which suggests the entire process of decomposition of any live organic matter is of intense interest to them. And don't get me started as to what it might mean, as I am looking to my readership for some suggestions.
And what is it about mid-blue air compressors being arranged around me? The 5' long x 2' wide shop compressor was pulled outside of the workshop for a few days in the sunshine and arranged to be around me having lunch on a nearby pallet stack.
And what is it about the boss on the re-wash potato conveyor feed, who makes sure he is extra careless and waves the cardboard box that they were in, making an extra flourish to get the box closer to me on the opposite side of the conveyor? I took another cardboard box in the face the week before, the supervisor not looking at where she threw the just-assembled box, readied for a potato washing run.
And the props mechanic, had his 8 y,o, boy at work all day, and not only was the kid doing his gangstalking thing, but "found" this ridiculous tricycle that has been hanging around at the farm for some unknown reason for the past two weeks, and rode it around the warehouse for an hour or more. Not only is the forklift zinging around, but so are the motorized pallet jacks. Like WTF; why would a parent place their child in apparent unsupervised danger while also making the kid look like a total retard, as he was way too big for it. Like I contend, the whole scene is scripted, and there was no danger as it was choreographed to ensure he didn't get a fork from the forklift in the chops while loitering around on this absurd tricycle. This was the same kid that came to hang around me wearing an orange sports jersey the previous week for no reason whatsoever, looking like some vacant retard. When I saw the kid with his dad in the tractor some 20 min. later, no orange jersey on him.
10-21-2011
A mid-day start after doing some phoning from home, researching the value of taking vineyard laborer training, my possible 2012 activity for three months. A 1300h start at the farm, first bagging carrots, then a sit-around as no one knew what to do. Then a short (less than 30 min.) re-wash one pallet of potatoes.
Then it was to be pumpkin washing, but no, it was pumpkin picking.
Then fence repair job, where every one seemed to know what the job was, and I tagged along as no one told me. (No such thing as crew briefing sessions at the farm, all hearsay like instruction). Pliers came from nowhere for everyone but me. A roll of fence wire had to be found, then cut in half down its length, and it was erected above the existing fence wire, as some members of the visiting public to the Halloween exibits decided to do a little vandalism on the side.
I was working with the Mexicans as dusk came on, and just as we finished, lo, if two vehicles with headlights on, didn't arrive, and of all persons, it was the E. Indian tractor driver from the other farm I worked at in the past four years "showed up" and said hello. I was fucked into being totally dumbfounded and only said "hello" in return. Like WTF; he has nothing to do with this farm, works at least five miles away, had nothing to do with me while I was there (except steal my raingear and wear it a few days later), and here he "happens" to arrive at this very obscure location just as I finish up on a job. And have I mentioned how crazed the perps are when I finish a task, putting on noises, and disrupting events, often forcing re-work as something was "forgotten" and the notion of completion was premature? Many tens of times.
There were also some E. Indian visitors earlier in the day, the supervisor's daughter and niece. So I suppose the perps were attempting to get some kind of E. Indian skin color referencing or something, and wanted a "victim tour" by another known E. Indian from another farm in dusk onset conditons. Very bizarre this person "showing up" at this time when he would of finished a day's work at the other farm. [Later, I asked the boss about this, and he didn't say why the other farm's tractor driver "happened" to arrive at his farm in an obscure non=public location].
10-22-2011, Saturday
Post Friday night farm visitations to the scary haunted house exhibit they have. First farm job was
garbage pickup in the rain, wearing my new breathable Bluestorm Latitude 38 rainpaints. I cannot say if the "breathable" part was working, as the perps wetted my chest anyways. The perps got me obsessed over the garbage, and picking up some very small pieces that I would of ordinarily left behind.
It was to be parking duty for the public events, but as the rain was off and on, there weren't many visitors. So.. back to carrot bagging, carrot washing (the load that sat on the truck for two days, in mid job), and then clean up.
Orange color games that were most noticable were the farmer's grandkids roaring around in an orange colored dune buggy, hanging around me for no reason, circling me, or doing 180 degree U turns in front of me. Earlier, they were also heavy on ambulatory gangstalking while I was picking up garbage, and seemed to have an unerring knack for "showing up" when I was walking between venues.
Another Orange Event was packing one corner of a 10'x10' orange colored square canopy
with three other males, two Mexicans and one Asian. It was packed some 500' or so to the orange pumpkin patch where there is a public pick.
10-23-2011, Sunday
The weekly leg shave last night, getting delayed until it was midnight; the possibility of a new PC case beckons, and that kept me busy online. Three things I want in a PC case; air filtration so no dust buildup on fans, quiet, and a handle on top as these things are heavy. The latter feature has never been on PC cases, save for one recent example, and will likely involve getting someone to modify the case. But as PC cases aren't cheap by the time I pay someone to re-build it and add in the 256Gb SSD I recently acquired, it just may not happen. Such are the machinations of my tormentors, building up a "need", sometimes for three or more years, and then poof, it cannot be done. And of course, the "need" will re-surface later, all to continue this litany of coveting they like to plant on me.
Other items can be purchased on a whim though, no research or coveting, and while not always true, can be useful items I use every day.
A busy day at the farm with over 3,500 visitors, and I was on parking duty, directing vehicles and sorting out vehicular cluster fucks as the tractor pulled wagons, aka hayrides" were also part of the event. And with my newly shaved legs (under my long pants) and all those steel vehicles passing me by at close quarters, it was likely a huge perp event. As were all the dudes wearing baggy shorts at this time of year, not to mention the litany of male Unfavoreds/freaks/gangstalker themes; the gut strut, the skinheads and the waddlers.
Other farm visitors to fit the Unfavored demographic profile were the negroes, a father screaming at his child, and the ridiculous wheelchair act. They drop off this person in a wheelchair some 500' from the main activities, at the pumpkin picking field. Then he wheels back to the way he came to the events tent for a few hours. Then he comes back, seeming by himself and parks himself and wheelchair in the path of the tractor pulling the hayride and I warn him. So then he moves to the other side of the road and nearly impedes an outgoing hayride, it passing by within one foot. And given the 15 min. of this loiter time, I reckon is was yet again, another perp prop/gangstalking theme of placing wheelchairs and their occupants around me. And have I not complained of excessive numbers of wheelchairs as part of the gangstalking for the last 9 years? Many times, and if I cannot stand the sight of wheelchairs, I don't see why it is anyone's business by my own. And why does this theme repeat, as one of many, as part of this insane reign of abuse I am subjected to by this covert army of psychopathic assholes.
Before going to the farm, a former co-worker came by to have coffee out, so not only did I have extra brown liquid in me, but I also had an extra dark brown pastry. As always, in public locations, the swarm starts up and got to be near crush conditions at times, some of the gangstalkers wearing dark brown clothes. And lo, if they didn't put a fugly negro woman who was back and forthing from inside to outside and then intersperse her visage with some blonde babes. Always this game of putting on the babes (a Favored demographic group and unlikely to have subconscious traumatization associations for the three years they wiped my memory when aged 2 to 5) to mix with the Unfavoreds.
This former co-worker with whom I remain in contact, her contacting me more than the other way around, is the same one who was working at the farm last year, and then followed me to the second farm I worked. Now she is taking horticultural training. I sometimes wonder if she isn't a morphover of someone else I know who was rather large back in my Seattle days of 1999 to 2002. There is just too many oddities that fit the perp harassment themes; married now getting a divorce, no children, psoriasis skin condition for more skin tone variance, a fat girl, and being extra "friendly".
Later in the evening, I drove to the airport to pick up my mother who arrived back from the UK after two weeks there with my out-of-town brother. Just arrived flight passengers are a big gangstalking event, and of course the sickos were out in force, closing in on me while I waited in a public airport. The dude with his hand on his crotch opposite me in the seats was the most outrageous act. Second in terms of absurd was the Fat Family, at least four of them sitting in the seats with one of them, the orange T-shirted Fuckwit, doing regular patrols for me to admire his ample girth, his infernal brown colored short and flipflops, this being October 23 in the Pacific Northwest.
And is it strange that the dudes doing the gangstalking parade as waiting family for incoming flight to be standing at the luggage carousel all by themselves with no apparent family nearby? It seemed to be a big excuse to get the Fuckwits closer to me than I would ordinarily of allowed.
I made salsa from the green tomatoes my in-town brother left at the FFF, he scoffing all the red ones under the guise of "looking after" the place while our mother was in the UK. And as I worked through the insufferable blender follies of what part fits where, the next door pressure washing noise started up at the same moment as getting the blender to finally work.
I returned home via the city bus with salsa in my pack, in two vessels, one glass, one plastic. This seemed to bring on a big gangstalker crowd for a 1600h bus into downtown. I got the big girl gangstalker treatment. First a hefty girl next to me on the rear bench seat, and the very big young girl standing 2' away. The hefty one left after 5 min. and the very big one took the seat, sitting next to me, and nudging me all the more. I have never seen a young girl with a fat middle before, and no, it was not a pregnancy, and wonder if it wasn't a prothesis, as the perps have done this before.
I picked up yet another Sierra Trading Post parcel this morning, and it contained a mid-blue long sleeved shirt. And lo, if I wasn't blue tested with the same hue for the rest of the day; as gangstalker vehicle color, and on at least 15 gangstalker. Not that I was wearing this color blue today, it is just that I had received the garment today in a brown cardboard box.
Lightscribe is getting hacked tonight; cutting two DVD's of my mother's UK pics, and lo, if Lightscribe first didn't "fail", then the next try it spent 3 minutes of supposedly etching the text, and lo, nothing. Then next time it worked. One more disk to go, and twice it "failed" to etch the text and succeed the third time. This had always been working fine before, with no software or hardware changes and now it suddenly craps out. All in keeping with less pretense of a mistake, and now blatant obstructive incursions.
10-26-2011
I am late getting this weekly blog out, and am busy with pondering my next PC case as well as the continuing farm work.
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