Home Reno Hell

01-28-2019
I was putting in a shelf support in the kitchen, a chicken shit job to make use of 8" of vacant space on the wall, and used the stud finder to locate a support and drilled into it. And lo, if I didn't hit a water supply line, a new-to-me situation as all my former houses had copper water lines. This time it was a poly B water line, and screws go into them real easy. I heard the hissing as I was taking out the screw, so I put it back in, and that stopped it. After turning off the water supply, which seemed to take forever, I had to open the drywall behind this kitchen wall and have a look. Not even a teaspoon of water had leaked, but it was quite clear I had to do some further repairs. The landlords are away, so I phoned the plumber on their supplied list, so I had to start improvising.

First some advice from my cabinet installer that it was poly B line, and that fittings were no longer made. A material called Pex has now replaced poly B. Then about 2 hours of web troving to find out the same and ruminate on what the options were. Well, as it turns out, there are Pex to Poly B transition fittings, so, a single point leak in two pipes required four fittings, Pex to Poly B, a section of Pex, and then back to Poly B. There was a hang up to get a crimper tool, only $80, but at it turned out I could rent one for $20, which I did. And lo, the repairs held, first time, and remain that way.

Due to the late day timing of the above event, I was without water for the evening, and lo, if the perps didn't pull 3 visits to the crapper, a most unusual confluence. And have I mentioned that the perps just love to mess with water supplies, change up the pipes and all the rest of the manipulations that can "happen" with pressurized water supplies, and too, what their source they come from? Countless times in these blog postings.

The above job, plust finishing the shelf unit was a total nightmare due to constant mental interference. The Psychopaths dithered me constantly as to where I put tools down, and I swear even a few of them "disappeared" for a while, as I was beside myself as to where they went at times. And lo, if they just weren't found later, exactly where I looked. And too, the tools were strewn all over the place, and mixed among meal making materiel in the kitchen area. Well done perps for fucking the absolute shit out of me. And as I came to learn, they also like to hack the shit out of me when I switch tools, say from one to another, either to finish a cut or drillhole, or when they have me hop to another task. A new perp interest as I came to know.

I also put a new steel stud in to support the drywall opening, and I had never worked with such a material before. And did the perps ever work me over with intense adversity over that one to the point of screaming at the assholes for dithering the utter shit out of me. I wasn't controlled, I would of finished the job and sold off all my tools, I was that pissed with the deal. Coming from a tool geek no less.


01-31-2019
Two appointments in one day; the dental surgeon pulled the stitches from my mouth two weeks after the implant anchors were set in my jaw. All is well on that front, and no Psychopathic intrusions or fuckery [read on though].

Tthen in the afternoon, an biennial optometry exam; to my surprise, especially given the ongoing maser and startlight games, my vision is slightly better after two years since my last visit. No new Rx lenses needed, and I even got my eyeglasses fixed again, as they were never right even after four visits back then. Finally they sit evenly on my face....

And to screw all things going well, why this here PC still won't play music over the OPPO (DAC) and then to the amplfier, the only sound system that I have been enjoying for the past two years. All my audio goes through the same sound system; internet, disc, or music files. As mentioned in a  previous blog posting, the perp assholes have taken it upon themselves to force me to listen to anything online through my headphones only, a piss off to say the least. But it is perhaps their way of saying, "get a music server", something I have been thinking about for the past 10 years after experiencing the intense vexation brought on by Microsoft, the NAS racket, and then "just" add a tablet or phone.

I just don't understand why most of the audio electronics industry has their head up their ass on this one, and persistently so. My notion is to have a single integrated device; put a hard drive (dumping the NAS connectivity stupidity) in a dedicated stereo component with a sensible user interface (forget the cell phone interface, not to mention the outrageous EMF from WiFi), display all the digital music in various ways (artist, album, folder etc) and perhaps add in internet "radio" stations and call it done. Of all the 300 or so music system vendors, about 3 of them get it for under $3k. Another 10 or so from there to $10K or more. (One such audio electronics who offers a 20 year warranty, has a single line well down in the product literature, offering this as an option; like, "psst, even if you paid $4k for this audio computer, you can add in a hard drive if you like".) This is fucking absurd from the usability perspective. Which then begs the question as to why so many apparently sensible minded electronics equipment manufacturers have got it so wrong, and develop the streaming only (live internet) devices? Like WTF; force the customer buy a NAS (another computer) and have the said hardware vendor drop FLAC file support (my experience) and then have the NAS not connect properly with the streaming device and a myriad of connection and usability issues (my experience), and to then abandon design management of the user interface (another round of usability) and leave it to Apple and Android apps (a third computer). Can we say software and hardware contingency hell?

Apart from Sony and Novatronics, both under $2k, I have never known an industry to get it so totally backwards in such wholesale numbers and too, abandon their essential principles of designing and developing usable consumer music electronics. And we haven't got to cinema yet. And to then further obscure the meaning of a server, streamer and conflate them and misdirect customers in every which way. It all tells me they are getting jerked by the same chain.

A round of administrative fuckery is in progress, and it seems there is no sensible reason for my former employer to withhold my vital work record, a Record of Employment or ROE, the essential document for getting unemployment benefits. And what is the point of that, save to jerk my ass ass around needlessly? The work came to an end as the job was completed, there was no antagonism from either party, and all was copesthetic. This document was due to be submitted Dec. 19 arguably, Jan. 05 for sure. I spoke with the right accounting person on the phone, I obtained my work record from him, (but not the official version), and he said he would get it done. I asked to be paid out for my holiday pay, and he did as part of the regular month end pay cycle. I phoned him up the two days later and asked for my ROE again, and he said he was "sorry", as the electronic submission program wasn't working and he would go downtown and get the paper version. I phone my former foreman and asked him to ask on my behalf, and he said he would make it happen that day. Yeah right. And that was the last I heard from him.

So after looking up the public procedures on this, I went to the government office and asked for a "Request for ROE" form, as it "happened" I could not print it from the government website as the PDF file was missing. The office couldn't provide it either, but would submit an electronic version. So... an 60 minute wait in the office until I could be served. This became a "circle stalking" as it seemed to be one big stake out for the stalkers to arrive in turn and take the seats around me that "happened" to be in a 12' circle. But first was this E Indian male, just sitting there, who later moved to loiter protractedly at the windows, and in long standing gangstalking tradition (since 04-2002 for me), the E Indian Fuckwit slowly moved around, and did his "just standing there" routine in different lighting situations. That he was ahead of me (the only person) and appeared to have no business dealings (wasn't called by the staff), spells ANOTHER FUCKING STALKER in capitals.

The circle stalk brought on various and sundry gangstalking thematics. More E Indians, then a couple, one of whom was Scottish (do I ever loathe Scottish accents), then five very brown Mexicans came in, seeming to get their visas authorized, and then a cripple. Yet again, I was kept captive in a public waiting area. As if all the waits for city buses and public transportation (and the assorted freaks show that was) from 2003 to 2012 wasn't sufficient.

Finally I got a government clerk who wrote up my file, asked all the relevant questions and submitted the "Request for an ROE" on the government system. I asked what action was going to be taken, and was told someone from the government office would speak to the party that was withholding the document. I didn't say it, but how fucking lame is that? And why do we put so much trust in a party that has nothing to lose, and if they want to screw someone around (reason or not), why, they just don't do anything. I can imagine many, many employee "layoffs" are very antagonistic, and withholding documentation would be par for the course. So why is this lame-assed system so entrenched as it has been? How about a $1000 fine for being over due, and have it accumulate by that rate every four weeks. That should change employer compliance behavior dramatically. As to how long this insane and unnecessary administrative obstructive fuckery is going to persist, I have no idea. But when it comes to normal things going wrong, or gone perversely, there is only one party in my existence that manages this, and it is the same assholes who relentlessly interfere with everything that comes my way, or that I touch, hear (audio "issues" per above), or that I see.

Perhaps I should quit being nice and name the outfit and the obstructing Fuckwit.

02-02-2019
All was well on the dental implant surgery until now, and despite my care and attention, I "somehow" snagged something at or near my implant surgery two days ago, and only now, a Saturday at 1600h do I feel some pain there. I am due to drive to Bellevue WA tomorrow, a seven hour drive, and see the ADD doctor the next day, and then turn around and drive back. The timing of this assault, and delayed reaction cannot be a coincidence. Here I am, with these plans in place, going to the US, and the Psychopaths pull this shit. A $4000 surgery, and the Assholes somehow arrange it to get snagged on a toothbrush for crissakes. We shall see how this plays out, but it would not surprise me that I spend the next two days in excruciating pain while captive to my travel plans. Well done assholes.

And for the record, I wouldn't be going to Bellevue WA if the local shrink wasn't such a weirdo. As I mentioned in a prior blog, if the shrink is stranger than the patient, then run the other way. Which I did, but forced this much more expensive traveling situation, now the third in 8 months. And having lived in Everett and Seattle, why, I am not too surprised that the Pschopaths have arranged this feint to send me back to the Puget Sound region. And the US Border Patrol have been dutiful and decent and let me in without doing their gun pulling shit for no reason as "happened" in 2003, suggests the perps need this more than I do. And for the record, I make no move to re-visit any of the cast of characters that I came to know in those days, 199-2003, particularly the femme-de-sabotage, Ms. C.

02-04-2002
I will detail the games that went on in the next blog posting, but as it unfolded the next day, there was no dental pain build up. But I shall see the dental surgeon anyhow just to make sure something didn't get messed up, or that the Psychopaths exploit this for further gain. Stay tuned.

Blue Plasma Dot Matrix

09-11-2017
The blue plasma dot matrix came on this morning. This is where a uniform field of bright blue dots (2-3mm), in a orthogonal pattern (matrix), dots spaced 3-4", stays in my visual field for about 5 seconds, and follows my vision; wherever I look, it is there for that duration. And what was the event that precipitated this occurrence? Why, I was looking for my glasses when I got up, and didn't find them in the usual location under my cot on its dark blue towel (where I put them every night), but for some reason I left them in the bathroom. So, on my way into the bathroom, and when identifying and then retrieving my glasses I had this blue plasma dot matrix in my visual field. Other such blue plasma dot matrix occurrences have been when I am changing my clothes, always a big perp event, the energy change with clothing changes, that is, changes of color and fabrics and whatever energy interaction that brings to one's physical state. As of late, I get a plasma dot matrix show about once every two weeks.

Which augments why gangstalkers just love to arrange clothing changes in my presence, (putting on or off sweaters or jackets) or on rare occasions, more ridiculous partial clothes; e.g. one guy had his shirt cut vertically (not short) so that his half shirt covered his L side only, the R side bare skin. And of course, they like to be around me whenever I make clothing changes of an expectable and normal weather or comfort related nature. I don't cut up my clothing and do the weird gangstalker nonsense. Nor do I wander around in summer like some males, even elder males, walking the streets with no shirt. Just patently absurd.

Miles Mathis calls the 2017 Charlotesville Event fake, and has this zinger of a posting to back it up. I haven't read all the research or checked out all the youtube references, but I think he is right. Too bad President Trump didn't call it fake too, but then I suppose he is part of the facade, not to mention stirring it all up some more. Though I am totally on board with Trump's perspective, as much as I don't think he will be a good president, not even a mediocre one. According to one of his ex aides, the Trump administration is no longer the one the voters voted for. Why am I not surprised, as it has long been my determination based on extrapolating this harassment experience, that the governments of Western nations are but a pretense.

Of perturbing note in the above reference to Sunstein, and his notorious 2008 paper "Conspiracy Theories" and the quote;

Our main policy idea is that government should engage in cognitive infiltration of the groups that produce conspiracy theories.

is the term, "cognitive infiltration" for conspiracts. Which means everybody in effect, as one is in constant state of awareness, and detecting conspiracies, fudges, dodges, lies and other BS is what humans do all the time. Some do it for a living, e.g. LEO's and justice system professionals, and anyone who evaluates human behavior for a living. And of course, the 9-11 analysis, some of which is mentioned below, and news to me, some don't believe any aircraft were crashed that day.

As a TI, I can say "cognitive infiltration" has been going on all my life, and over the last 15 years of this senseless and relentless harassment, it has developed to "cognitive governance" (by remote means). It is a slippery slope for sure; developing and refining the capabilities of remotely governing one individual (thousands of TI's in fact) , and then applying the findings to the masses in varying degrees, depending on the objectives of the puppet master.

Speaking of puppet masters, this time going back into recorded history, I read an excellent book titled "The Gods of Eden" by William Bramley. From the back cover "as a result of seven years of intensive research, William Bramley has uncovered the sinister thread that links humanity's darkest events.... Bramley presents disturbing evidence of an alien presence on Earth- extraterrestrial visitors who have conspired to dominate Humankind through violence and chaos since the beginning of time... a conspiracy which continues to this very day". His research is solid, and not conflationary (adding facts together), and he really didn't want to accept his findings at first, as it was his intent to only write a book on the causes of war, thinking it was largely monetary or territorial gain, but at each turn, there were organized background players (the Brotherhood), who at times, had alien influences or connections. Highly recommended.

One interesting history analysis I found was that the House of Hanover (of Germany) managed to install their own monarch in England, who then promoted more wars needing mercenaries from Germany. And at huge costs to the Treasury, but then, governments overspending is nothing new, is it?

My landlords are away, and did mention that a plumber is coming to do some work on the house. But they did not say the plumber would shut down the water supply, so that leaves me showerless at the moment, some two hours into my morning, my first of being unemployed after seven months of vineyard work. Not a coincidence I am sure, though I am hard pressed to know what it is. That the perps have an abiding interest in my water supply, intake, exposure (say swimming, showering), and laundering is an understatement to say the least. They made that plain by stealing just laundered clothing, twice, in the first year of this abuse-athon. And they do love water leaks, as well as flicking drops around. Sometimes I read about city water mains bursting and wonder if the perps aren't up to their usual games, just that is has a semblance of plausible cause. Then of course, one could take that to the level of floods, e.g. two recent hurricanes, Irma (Texas) and Harvey (Florida), and the attendant storm surges.

Now 1100h, and the water is back on. Thanks for the notice. I have nothing really to complain about given the weather catastrophes, that is hurricanes, mentioned above.

Yoga tonight; a new schedule and they have now down graded my regular class time once more into a more mellow moksana class. Three years ago the manager was mentioning that I needed more of a challenge. Well she didn't take her own advice, and has twice downgraded power (ashtenga) yoga now to this lame-assed form. Perhaps it is my hint to move on elsewhere, not unusual in how things work out in this ongoing abuse-athon.

09-12-2017
Out doing errands this morning, my first non-working Monday in 7 months,and what a gangstalk shit show. Not only reams of vehicular gangstalking, on the road, but vehicular cluster fucks in every parking lot. And of "course" ambulatory stalkers to cover me when I traversed the parking lot. And of "course" the pit lampers, the ones that constantly "happen" to be aiming their headlights at me, especially at building egress. The perps had me is some kind of special state, perhaps de-energizing my temporal lobes (again) as I felt kind of stoned or floaty. Laying on extra stalking attention when they pull this shit has been noted in the past.

And in the long running game of things going wrong, a food order has gone missing. A wholesaler who drops the order off at my address and then apparently, doesn't tell anyone. [later] It was sorted out; the delivery dipshit phoned on Friday, four days ago, but didn't leave a message and left the food order (a cardboard box) at the W side of the landlord's house, an area they don't frequent. So the landlord missed it, and the delivery dipshit didn't leave a message, and it sat there outside for four days. Miraculously no animals got into it, as it would of fed 100's of raccoons for weeks. All this started from getting one of those peculiar "phone calls" where it doesn't ring but only leaves a log entry, and abetted by the dipshit delivery twit not leaving a message and then not responding to an email, all assuming this wasn't staged. All to leave my food outside for four days, some 80' away on the other side of the landlord's house. Have I had enough of this shit?

And what is it about ensuring TI's get shit service, this time my amplifier that was sent to the bus depot two weeks ago. I didn't get any confirmation that it was picked up, so finally I sent an email to ask. Two days later I get a reply to say they will look at it next week. Give me a break; this whole deal is about slowing me down, sandbagging every event, especially in the service realm.

09-13-2017
A work day, the first this week. I was staking the newly planted vines and putting a milk carton around them. The latter serves to protect the vulnerable plants from herbicide applications. The stakes are for training the plants vertical in the coming years. Not exciting, especially when the neighboring house owner has suddenly developed a HD habit, making sure to put on the noise for longer and with excessive rev-ing, just so I got plenty of that infernal noise. The road traffic was also cranked up, and they seemed to like to make noise just when I was putting the stake in the ground, or affixing the clip to hold the stake to the wire. Go figure.

09-14-2017
Vineyard work again, this time deleafing all day, and then onto my IV vitamin C treatment in preparing myself for radiotherapy in two weeks. I don't seem to get a whole lot from it, save my dental gums are putting on growth after years of recession.

How many sonic weapon attacks do we need, or "health attacks" if you prefer, before the idiotic naysayers finally admit that there just might be such a weapon? US and Canadian embassy personnel were targeted in their own homes, or one instance in a hotel, and could remove themselves from the worst of the attacks. Though it seems others were attacked by way of covert means, and developed symptoms without debilitating sensations. Sure enough, some techo-twit is quoted as saying it is impossible without being in immersed in a pool, and the water delivering the sonic attack. Absurd; where do the find these turkeys, and why do they quote them? According to the CBC radio program "As it Happens", such weapons have been developed for military use, its just now that specific individuals can now be targeted, though seemingly, not actively (trained on them while the target is moving, unlike what I have experienced).

As one who has experienced debilitating beam wave attacks that inflict painful head pains, in my residence, on the street and in hotel rooms, I can say these kind of attacks are very doable and they can be aimed to follow one around. And if you try to protect yourself by putting one's arms over your head, you will buy about 10-20 seconds of relief before the assholes re-aim it, or else increase the intensity after reading one's pain level remotely, and they then re-apply the pains again. The perps pulled this shit in 2002, and some in 2003, and the only defence I had was to be around metal; vehicles, though in fact they may have workarounds for this one too. So here they are, pummeling embassy staff in Cuba, and the press duly trots out some blather about saying it is impossible. If you haven't come to your own determination, the media is stage managed, right down to the last comma. I do believe these attacks are real, but the media isn't doing squat, the UK Guardian is doing better than North American media mush purveyors.

09-15-2017
De-leafing in the vineyard all day, with the weather a little warmer than yesterday. The scope of the work increased, so an extra day of work out of the deal. As "usual", the visitations, noise and like perturbations erupt while I am at the row end, and turn 180 degrees to go down the adjacent row. Yesterday, I was asked to help with the dog (hopeless, as it likes to jump on me), help with the ditch digging machine, asked to dig a hole, and the construction types "happened" to arrive when I started the first row. I also got two phone calls at the end of another row as well, and I get about two calls a week on average.

I got nailed for a one hour nap attack when I got back from work today, all the while the text message was pinging on my phone, and I was drifting in and out of sleep. It took 20 minutes being awake before I could get up.

09-17-2017
A not-much-done day yesterday (Saturday); a late get-up time and some web surfing, and then it was time for my haircut and leg wax appointment. It was a blonde, or sort-of blonde cutie on the latter. She had blonde on black hair, about half of each, so I didn't know which was for real. I suppose it was yet another blonde variation test. The hair stylist was OK; the glasses didn't help. But plenty of eye candy coursing about, with the odd interjection of a fat girl, and there were at least four of them taking turns to pass by. Plus one major tattoo job, she with a single arm full, and would alternatively have it visible in the mirror on one side, and then somehow arrange for the non-tattoo arm to be visible at other times. Plus some elder folks in the mirror, with those god-awful curlers on. In other words, more babe-bait with visual interjections of the Unfavored. Nothing new there, but this spa, esthetics and hair school is just the perfect place to have lots of activity around me, and all the better with all the mirror, now re-oriented to take in a wider view. (They were rotated from the longer vertical side to now being horizontal in a minor summertime renovation).

And for some reason I got on with vacuum cleaning at my residence afterward, an biweekly event at best, but something I wanted to get onto. The motivation just came on for some reason.

My web surfing has for "some reason" got into some morbid territory, all from Google, lest one think I have gone into the "dark web", whatever that means. Somehow I came across the 2007 Meredith Kercher murder in Perugia, Italy, and the twice accused, twice acquitted Amanda Knox of Seattle, plus her Italian boyfriend. (Curiously, the web site isn't up to date to detail the 2015 appeal, and acquittal; -perhaps the author was too disgusted). Based on the evidence presented on this site, I don't know how they got off, when another seeming accomplice was found guilty, the one who it seems immediately fled and wasn't involved in the clean up. (Footprints of all three were picked up via a forensic light analysis, plus one from each of the acquitted). It seems that there was a whole lot of cleaning up of the evidence that tragic night, but it seems there was still enough to convict based on what I see here, playing armchair prosecutor. And the faked break-in, and the clever lies by both of the co-accused, and also their changing story. But of course there is a bias to this site, but it seems the Italian justice system just didn't want to know, and with a whole lot of myth making from the accused camp, they were acquitted by way of recursive sub-setting (reduction) of the allowable evidence, and didn't allow new evidence to be introduced. And the guy in jail isn't saying anything. The entire justice proceedings outcome just doesn't add up, nor does the rationale for the murder, and makes me wonder if it wasn't some kind of faked show, for whatever reason the perps like to do this. The Seattle connection has me curious too, as I lived there for 3.5 years, 1999 to 2002. A much more spectacular multiple murder was the  Sharon Tate murders of 1969 and it seems that it was faked (86pp!) we now learn from Miles Mathis.

Then onto "Pizzagate", something that didn't play very big here in Canada, but it is just simply appalling that these pedophile rings seem to reach the highest levels and yet nothing is done about it. But then again, it is the same in the UK; Jimmy Savile plied his perversions on children for 50 years, and was never charged. That he was abetted by the BBC is an understatement. And lo, a recent revelation by another of the UK's finest, another knight (aka, "Sir") who also got away, in the Irish slang, meaning that he died before any public accusations or legal proceedings were made. (Lost the links as to the name). Both these perverts rubbed shoulders with the monarchy for crissakes. I don't want to get into this topic too much, as is goes much, much deeper. I just find it curious that for some reason the perps wanted me to know this now.

And if all the above "conspiracy" stuff, (it is not, and I loathe this term as a dumping ground for the don't-want-to-know crowd), wasn't enough, and so today I had another look at 9-11 material. The likelihood of cell phone calls from commercial aircraft don't add up from that altitude and speed, nor do the physics of those aircraft penetrating the World Trade towers, and nor does the Pentagon and Shanksville crash make any physical sense. Rebekah Roth, a former flight attendant, author of Methodical Deception (curiously written as fiction) is speaking to George Noory on youtube (60 min.) and details a number of inconsistencies with the behavior of the flight attendants that fateful day, one of whom was on her cell phone (apparently) for 27 minutes. Also of interest is that there is an expected norm of a six minute response time for military response for hijacked aircraft in the US. Her theory is that the aircraft were flown to a base near Boston, which was under a total evacuation order, and some selected passengers were pulled off to then recite a script on their cell phones. (The calls lacked the characteristic  background noise of an aircraft in flight). This base had sufficient hanger space to hide all four aircraft. Others make the claim, with justification, that there were no aircraft involved in any of the 9-11 crashes. As to what the disposition of the passengers and crew were is murky of course, because Roth suggests that they were gassed inside the aircraft, based on the cell phone calls. Well if the calls were faked by way of a script supplied to selected passengers removed from the aircraft, then we don't really know what happened to them. (One youtube re-plays the message of one flight attendant, and sneaks in, "its a frame" at the very end of the call).

It is all too curious to say the least; the whole 9-11 events aren't anything what they seemed. But I do find it most curious that flight KAL 007, which was apparently shot down as it inadvertently traveled over Soviet airspace, seems to have ditched in the waters after a shrapnel missile from a fighter jet punctured the airframe and caused depressurization, and the passengers rescued, and with so little characteristic debris of a crash. So again, what happened to them all? And why these two disparate aircraft crash events, neither of which fitted the mainstream media descriptions (then or now), end up with live and uninjured passengers, and they all just disappear? It would seem that the 9-11 events were a bigger version of KAL 007, among other events such as the WTC destruction.

Onto matters pedantic and fraught; no wonder the perps had me switch employers this year in mid-season,- they wanted my unemployment application to be big hassle as quitting a job is a red flag for no benefits. No matter that I left one employer and went to the next inside of two days. Now the online application has gone into an infinite loop over "farm income", when I am an employee. Adding to the administrative complexity is that my second employer manages a vineyard for someone else, but also has their own vineyard where I also worked. On top of that, I was paid from the single employer, but in mid-employment they split pay from each source. The perps just love these complications and love to grind victims into these complicated situations that defy online form filling. Never mind that the application app seemed to have failed, per infinite loop.

Enough for a week, and we shall sift through the administrative complications for another time. We cannot have straightforward unemployment benefit applications three years in succession, can we. The perps constantly insist that thing must fuck up.

Feral Family Visitations

12-28-2012
Back from a trip to Kamloops for Christmas, such that I regard these events, as from this perspective they seem to fit perp purposes of new juxtapositions of objects (e.g. trees, holly in the house), and of course, all the packaging in its myriad of colors and materials.

I drove my perp-abetting mother's Ford Escape with the new snow tires, certainly a big perp event given their games over tires, rotational objects, and the very ground I stand or drive over. They organized some drivers to pass, then slow down, and then speed up when I passed them. One vehicle/driver did this four times in 15 minutes, ahead of a long sweeping 90 degree arc into Kamloops. For the most part, the perps cooperated on the weather as I climbed the mountain pass, so no undue manipulations there thankfully.

But it was an all in the family gangstalking, plus a friend of my bother came to stay for two days. He of the boarding house reach, just about planting his armpit onto my Christmas dinner, the fucking asshole. Why I didn't jab the fucker with my fork and do a "sorry" is a tribute to mindfucking. He knew he was going to get away with it in advance.

What was interesting to know was that one of them would tail me down the stairs each night I went to bed. Then in the evening when I was headed downstairs, before bedtime, the 7 yt.o niece was tailing me. I look back, and I get this guilty stupid face and then I got it; the freaking kid is on gangstalking duty now. Some Christmas, everyone in the family plus one, gangstalking me. My brother was in on getting way too close, doing mysterious "stand there" stunts and moving his feet toward mine under the table. The perps had me busy doing audio digitizing on a laptop while there. Then they fucked me in attempting to write the files to a DVD disc, something they  have done at least 40x before in the last ten years of this insane abuse. Somehow, I didn't remember that in advance, and so the files just sit there, of no use to me. The notion of bypassing this fuckery by getting a USB stick somehow didn't "happen" until today, two days after the fact.

As part of the play games there, the WII Fitness measured me at 96kg, some 10kg more than last year when I visited them. And so it would seem that the perps put 22lb onto me over the last year and no one has mentioned a thing. I started farm work earlier this year, in April, and worked outside on farm/viticulture until early November. More physical work activity this year than any other since this insane abuse began in 04-2002, and "somehow" I got puffed up for an extra 22lb. Lucky me, as I was 190lb before, already 15lb overweight to begin with. But as obesity is nearly an North American epidemic, it strikes me that this would be yet another perp movement to study the population large, so to speak.

And for the record, the perps won't let me get in shape; any running or treadmill activity is met with a sudden wall of feeling tired after a few minutes, to to the point of not being able to continue. I never experienced this level of exhaustion in my whole life prior to the perps outing themselves as the master of all my activities and thoughts.

Other bullshit over the First Feral Family get together was an increase in dumbshitting me; playing extra dumb for whatever reason, if nothing else, to annoy me. Why is every one going stupid on me? All to set me up to have someone tell me that I am smart if past history repeats, as it surely will.

A stay-in day mostly; just when I was set to do backyard work, why, the rain started up. Funny how that happens.

Other low-lights from the FFF abetting; my perp abetting mother brings along a 2 liter insulated jug of tap water for the drive from Victoria to Kamloops, (5 hour drive, plus a 1.5 hour ferryh ride). And lo, if the only thing she takes from the vehicle to my brother's house is that same jug, as I did all the other unpacking, she of apparent limited arthritic ability. And she dumps the water down their kitchen sink; we hadn't drunk from it, or used it any way. I never buy her dithering dipshit act, as this kind of perp abetting testing of transported water is straight of the perp testing regimen.

On the second day of the parked and mostly emptied vehicle, my perp-abetting mother goes on about her sweater being in the vehicle and some other items. It is true that I left them in the vehicle, but I didn't see a compelling need for them. But I didn't quite get how she knew those items were in the vehicle in the first place as she hadn't a need for them. Normally, this might of begun as "have you seen my xxx sweater somewhere, as I had it out when in the vehicle". Then I could understand how she came to miss it, and then ask for it. All these little tells to go along with the faux coughing games.

And too, the hot water supply downstairs where we were staying went on the fritz. No shower for the last two days, and the last one with no shaving at all. Straight out of the perp harassment play book.

12-29-2012
My perp-abetting mother has cranked up the hindering games now; this unerring knack of being exactly where I want to go, or was, is getting so tired. Not bad for the chronic ditz act.

A full-on freakshow at the grocery store; not too mention the stocking/stalking carts being in each aisle I went to. Then an obstruction stunt at the checkout with my mother doing the extra protracted dither-about stunt after paying. Clearly, the perps are still onto something as to what financial transactions are.

Then leaf raking in the afternoon, the rain coming on just before getting outside and continuing all the time.

Then to visit my in-town brother for dinner, he of the perennial orange colored food; carrots and yams, and the same vegetables each time we visit. His sort-of girlfriend was there for dinner and then retired afterward, doing her incessant TV watching and whatever service for the perps as a brown skinned person of Thai origin.

12-30-2012
I got moderate coverage after fueling up my perp-abetting mother's Ford Escape, including one LH drive vehicle circling all the pumps before stopping to fuel up. Why LH drive vehicles are allowed here, or anywhere in North America for that matter, without conversion to RH drive is a tribute to perp machinations IMHO. Then onto the chocolate section of the LD store, the scene of last week's blunder-into-me stunt, I was still accompanied by the faux shoppers, aka dumbstruck gangstalkers. Then back to the First Feral Family house where I got the TV and DVD working together from a single remote control with the new HDMI cable. Truly a major event in perp games.

And I see that in-town brother got himself a TV yesterday, and passing on advice on how to link up the digital converter box. Within a week of my mother getting a new flat-screen TV, he gets a new one when he already had one. He said he was using up a store credit after his PC died twice in succession. Given the ongoing perp inanity over how and where they deliver signals to display devices, and the significant number of laptop packing/viewing gangstalkers, his new TV must be emulating whatever is going on here at the FFF house.

Other pedantic perp-important activities were raking leaves (think brown), digging soil, pulling weeds in the backyard. A third invasive weed in three years has to be pulled. All this in aid of building the compost pile, now 4' tall. As usual, the aircraft and vehicle noise started up, as did the adjacent neighbor yapping dog, and kiddie chatter from next door. The perps had me eat a 100g Milka chocolate bar before heading out, the first one in three weeks, and so it would seem they wanted a brown color signature while I was outside doing landscape upkeep work. And my mother had a red-coated friend come over while I was working the backyard.

I shall post this now, and call this week done.

Musical Bus Seats

1350h
I have never seen so much seat swapping on the bus until today, and it would seem it has increased of late, and has an Unfavored Fuckwit sitting in the just-vacated seats of the Unfavored. Then they swap again, this time with the other passenger who was gangstalking me at the bus stop when I boarded against a stream of two with large baggage that needed to get off at the front door of the bus, replete with a large piece of wheeled luggage. First the E. Indian sitting two seats from me in the transverse seats sprang up at the next stop to sit in the very seat of the just-vacated blonde woman, who oddly only got off her seat to exit when the bus stopped, as if a last moment decision, and had to ask the bus driver to open the rear door as he didn't see her there at first, as the bus stopped for the reason to pick someone up.

After a few minutes, maybe 5 stops later, the E. Indian gets up and exits the bus, and lo, if the red-dyed haired woman in this ridiculous long florid jacket who was doing the pacing back and forth a the the bus stop where I waited didn't then immediately sit where the E. Indian was. After that I gave up watching the seat, but there was at least two more cases of seat swapping that seemed to be important for the show. And at least two cases of road works to pinch down the through lanes from two to one, and one of then was at a bus stop I sometimes use when my perp-abetting mother drops me off at the nearest shopping plaza. They have been busy running cable under the road in my mother's neighborhood, and it would seem that this job is a continuation of the same, now along a major arterial roadway, the same route that the bus takes.

And heavy on the red colors today, with the least-likely-bus-passenger being the elegant Asian woman in a red jacket, hair done up nice, and looking so out of place sitting with us shmo's on the rear bench seat, two seats away. Then they inserted a dude between us, so it would seem they want to blend these particular fuglies (red, dude) together in some way.

And major wind this morning when starting to dig a small section of ground in the frontyard of my mother's place, to build a platform for the garbage cans which stupidly sit on the slope of a bed of St. John's Wort. I suppose the perps were excited that I was digging the very ground where the garbage was, and all the more so that one can is made of brown plastic.And I don't suppose on the theme of brown color harassment it was any bit of a coincidence that they forced me to have a shit after the digging job and  then backed the toilet up as well, another first as this one has nevef been backed up before, and has been there for some 10 years or more.

1755h
A sudden shutdown of the water, both hot and cold, and in the kitchen and bathroom, not even a residual drop which is most strange. But it seems that I am not allowed to use the water for making dinner, mostly for clean up, hands included. As part of the deal of finding out there was no water, the dish detergent clod that magically accretes at the spout was used to wash my hands, and it gets to stay in the drain trap until the water is resupplied.

This preceded dinner making, and the perps were also good for enraging me at least eight times in full voice, no dynamic windpipe constrictions this time; fake touches, the tortilla sliding in the pan by itself, noise associations where there was no causitive effect (like unsynchronized video and audio), some tapenade flicking, and tickling that arrived at my left sock for me to yell at the assholes, observed the navy blue sock touch the sock and pull on it.

Not as bad as the Boston water main leak, a 10' pipe that leaked big time. That is another perp hotspot, and it just might be related to the perp's ongoing fuckery over water supply, water uptake and whatever else interests they have with water. I am good for at least 20 runny nose events in any given day, and most often when I don't have kleenex at hand and am busy working on something.

This morning it was the above mentioned First Feral Family home garden digging that begat at least two nose running, using my glove to wipe it off, something they just love to instignate. The perps have a leather fetish to be sure, and I suspect it is that the tanning introduces all manner of metal salt interactions that the perps find so interesting.

1910h
Font size fucking is still ongoing, a relatively minor two year long game they play, changing the font size smaller when I return to a web page from a link I followed. I don't understand why they do this, but the size of text fonts is a big deal for my tormentors, and even reporting about it as I am typing begets overhead pounding noises (12" concrete ceiling/floors) that are heard through the earmuffs I am wearing.

Said earmuffs are deep metallic green colored, with dark grey foam inside that has mysteriously stained a lighter shade in places, and it is quite common for this color of vehicle to be present when I first set outside. And today, at the house opposite the First Feral Family home, why, a deep metallic green pickup truck parked there for no seeming reason, as the house owner is on the two tone white and brown pickup ownership assignment. Not a big deal, but it is most curious that they like to hound me with certain colors of vehicles on certain days. Mondays, being a no yellow color medication intake day, due to the constant "forget" situation when packing for a FFF stayover (last night), are usually big days for yellow colored vehicles to be gangstalking. And lo, if they didn't park a yellow taxi some 100' from the bus stop today, hiding (sort of) in the shade of a tree in a playground parking lot. A great place to find cab fare, har, har.

Other bullshit at the FFF home was to have a glass bowl sitting on the ceramic bowl stack, and the one that I used for cereal this morning. And it "happened" to be the identical bowl in which I made salad there some four days ago, though I did not eat from it. Funny how that happens, and of course with a cooperative asshole as a parent, and a disgustingly disorganized one at that, all manner of novel juxtapositions of objects and filth are completely in character with the way the place is kept. I am holding my nose in figurative terms as there is so many pockets of uncleaned splatter, or like messes, and if the perps taught me one thing, is that I don't like messes. (Even if they did demotivate me at times to have a nominal mess, though never in the kitchen).

2105h
And the water was on again, arranged to have me do the dishes immediately before making tea. And the side plate that was cleaned and dried was re-used within minutes to then be used for the chocolate that goes with tea. This might of been the grand plan; shorten the interval between plate usage. I have only two side plates as the other two mysteriously didn't return from Seattle, and one is dedicated for leftover tortilla use, and the other for breakfast and tea times. All this is extremely important for the sickos as any food contact and digestion needs to be quantified in some way with the crockery or glassware it was eaten from.

As part of this first time back to back dishes then tea time I also ended up towelling the 12" chefs knife blade dry, as it always air dries for the hour or more it sits in the rack before being put away. Not unexpectedly, they put on extra outside vehicle noise at the moment of drying the knife blade, as this would be the first time in over eight years they have arranged towel drying this knife blade. Wonders never cease, but it also shows how particular the assholes are, and how much further they have to go. Two more years of this insane abuse they say, which is likely bullshit, as the "one year more" mantra started (per mind fuck games) back in 2003. Occasionaly, about once per year, a run of planted notions as to a near term cessation of hostilities, but I don't see that happening. Not only do they have 55 years invested in me, but 8 years of intense abuse, and if they are still fucking around noisestalking my every utterance, and sabotaging even the word "the" when typing, they aren't going anywhere soon. Even if they get to 100% mind control, which they might in 2010, they aren't going anywhere until they get their brown color games sorted out as it seems to be integral to so many things; remotely reading victims, the petroleum interest, and their long running games with shit, toilets and sewers.

2315h
The month-end accounting is done, always a major screwed-over activity; typos, mis-reads, changing totals when I go back to the prior web page, miscounts, then getting the Provincial Sales Tax wrong (per mind-fuck), then ditto for the General Sales Tax, transposing the respective percentages of 7% and 5%. It is just hilarious for the perp sickos to have me use the wrong tax percent and then have me not bother to fix the error, and then tell me what the error is partway through the month. And making sure it wasn't worth the bother to fix it. Another fuckaround is to change totals, seeming after entry in the prior month, and then putting in a small sub-dollar adjustment transaction to fix the error for the same reasons; it is too murky for me to figure it out for amount that the error is, as the Quicken entry exercise is strictly for record keeping as the bank has the correct amounts/totals.

Only $213 on chocolate last month, less than for food this time. Wonders never cease. And a strange deposit in my account, from "Canada Fed", for $258, and $180 from them last month. I don't know who this is even, and it almost sounds like a prison payment, perverse as it sounds. Though, (per planted though flash), it could be the staged deposits for my training grant going back to December. Normally I would recall the odd name from the earlier transactions with them, but in accordance with perp fuckery/recall deletion games, I am not allowed to recall what I normally would. Part of the ongoing FUD show, and the assholes picked the wrong person to fuck with.

And how about that Times Square bomber on camera, changing his clothes (jacket) in mid side-walk. Funny, that is the very thing the perp sickos do around me! There is some kind of color interactions with clothing they are quantifying, and they are all over me if I make a clothing change before going out, say, to yoga. And they did send me to NYC in 2001 in my permitted working days, and I did stay at the Mariott at Times Square and had my only look at the city there. I was kept busy working to get out much. And they are putting on extra noise of loud mufflered vehicles as I type this and come to detail these "coincidences".

Enough of the banter; I have an early dental cleaning appointment and then a full day of squat. The job interests of last week, at least four all have come to zip.

Unannounced Water Supply Shutdown

1015h
That is correct, this apartment building has shut down the water for four hours without notice, adroitly timing the shutdown over breakfast, ensuring that I had water for the kettle to make coffee, but none 10 minutes later for doing the dishes. And upon query to the supposed manager, it is shutdown for four hours, meaning no shower, shave and the rest of the morning routine. All timed to preced yoga later at 1130h, one of the perps very favorite times to lay on extra street gangstalking. A coup of a kind, as I have had many water shutdowns in all my apartments of the past five years, but always with some notice, even if they did provide it late. On with the show, as well as the extra offensive emanations coming off this LCD display.

2115h
Then it all changes; I get back from yoga, and there is a phone message for me. I call, talk to the answering machine. About 15 minutes later, I get the return call, and the cleaning job I applied for is offered; no interview, no references, just be there at 1745h, at the local Mazda dealership. It is a one hour per day, six day per week job, and amounts to about $400 per month. Enough to pay for the chocolate habit that I am stiffed with and a bit left over to pay my line of credit down. Not exactly riches, but enough to keep the wolf from the door and maybe a little extra.

I have done the training now, and I learn that the person I work for is disabled, and he told me that he applied for subsidized housing, and he pays $265/month, and was accepted in at age 52. Now we are talking; that would be a $300 saving per month if I could score that kind of rent deal. Which begs the question, why in the fuck didn't anyone tell me about it in the first place? My eviction record might be the reason, but now that I have been "good" (no one complained so far) in this place, now we are talking about moving up in the world, up the subsidy ladder for us disabled folks. And as I am 55 next year, so why not the "senior citizen" gig too? So it would seem that the perps have me suddenly motivated to move for a substantial rent reduction, finally cashing in on some of disabled benefits, har, har.

11-28-2008, 1130h
And I am being kept on the go even today with two more appointments. Last night they kept me awake for at least three hours before allowing a light sleep and then into some vivid and fugly dreams, though I cannot recall anything specific, save my impression. The noise campaign was maintained the entire time I was in this imposed wakeful state; bizarre processions of loud mufflered vehicles (hot rods, "performance" mufflers, ill maintained mufflers), heavy duty vehicles etc. But at least they kept the pretense of excessive bus service only until midnight when there are no scheduled buses afterward. Funny how they observe some decorum (conventional normality) and ignore other improbabilites.

I will post this now, and attempt an update later. I also got snookered last night when they caused my monitor display to go sideways, making it impossible to read. Visions, planted ones, of packing my PC across town to get it fixed came to mind, but a phone call to my ersatz techinical support came through with a simple Windows CRTL + UP ARROW for any TI's who get stiffed with this stunt.

Habit Disruptions

1855h
This being a Thursday, it is the day for challenging yoga and then the strength training workout in the afternoon, both being the few things that I look forward to. With the announced building water shutdown for 0900h, it was no surprise the perps had me get up at 0830h, and without enough time for the usual morning routine of eating first, and then showering. So, it was flipped around, shower and shave first, then breakfast and dishes. It is a big deal to the perps, but not any hardship for me.

And as it "so happened", I never found the water to be shut down at any time today, and nor did the perps have the first post shutdown water use make strange noises of entrapped air in the pipes. A total and unabashed bullshit show.

And could last night's first ever bath in years been the big deal? I have been hobbled with stiff calf muscles and I attempted to relieve this condition by bathing and massaging them. All to no avail, and still this mystery condition continued today without abatement. But it was the topic of mention at the gym class today, and how this problem can be alleviated by electrolyte pills. Now I learn what the "solution" will be, and maybe that will mean a downtown shopping visit for more perp games and gangstalking. But I do shower each day, just to alleviate any hygeine concerns.

One of the more odious characters of Tuesday yoga "showed up" at the Thursday class today, and he carried on his obsessive questions act again, along with "gut strutting", making sure I saw it hanging out there in profile. And he continued his coughing act, putting it on when I was thinking of something that wasn't controlled, or if I was deep in a pose. This is not the first time an operative has tracked me from one class to the other (differing locations, sponsors, and instructors), although all the others have been relatively benign, and I am supposed to be thankful some of the other disruptive lug-heads of the Tuesday class haven't also "showed up". This dude's inaugral greeting got the long lost friend act again, the actors making out that he once attended, and now has returned. Not likely, as I have been going for close to 10 months and never once has this idiot showed up at the Thursday class.

Anyhow, I went to the strength training class at the OB Rec. Center, and lo, if I was the only male class member of six, though one of the putative coordinators is male, and he comes in his bright red shirt to do his pacings back and forth, under the cover of executing his duties as overseer. The gym wasn't quite the gangstalker swarm it was last week, and that school resumed this week, it serves as the cover story of the population change. I still got a few weirds doing the strut in an obvious way, and one in particular came in an orange colored shirt. Another regular weird is the heavy tatoos act; this one woman has quite the armful, most in dark green, with some red and yellow also in the color mix. As it "so happened", the perps were working on orange later in the day, but blue earlier.

I wore my blue "rad pants" in place of my black workout pants as they were in the laundry that never got done for the bullshit water shutdown. Another repercussion was that the availibility of specific clothes was limited, as I was kept busy yesterday when ordinarily I could of done the laundry, and then got screwed again by the putative water shutoff.

The wearing of these pants, a thin windblocking nylon, earned me the least vehicular gangstalked 20 minute walk I have had in over five years. The perps backed off with the vehicular gangstalking when walking to yoga class this morning; it was unbelievable. There were the few tell hints; the wood palette leaded up against a pole, likely to created a wood interaction, as these pants have been on the bottom of my drawer since May when I moved in here, and were rarely worn in the past five years of harassment. More blue dressed ambulatory gangstalkers were out of course, following the black and white dressed ones. Once I departed from yoga, it was back to situation abnormal; a plethora of gangstalking, vehicles and walking, and even a few obvious "cool dudes" in shades (and red shirt) putting on the strut with another one on the opposite side of the street, gangstalking in parallel.

More weird goings on among the ambulatory gangstalkers today; the half on sweater, a woman with a backpack and had one side of her sweater on, and the other hanging loose, even if the backpack was more awkward in this configuration. And a street shouter male in long hair was minding his own business on the opposite side of the street, gangstalking in parallel, and then after five minutes or normality he started up his yelling act and essentially dogged me for the next 15 minutes, when I was inside the drug store, and then again when I stopped at the post office. Once I got out from the latter location, the police put on a show with their vehicle with flashing lights, and talking to him on the street, all to arranged to leave as little sidewalk room as possible to get by. More bullshit; but by dint of his shouting, the perps noisetracked me outside walking and inside two stores with the same noise, his loud ranting. Hardly a night goes by when I get this act, and here it was arranged to follow me on my path back to my apartment.

More fugly colors were arranged for me to see; there is a particular shade of red, a pinkish dusty color, and this was arranged on an male operative who was within 12" of the female operative in front of him at the pharmacy. I thought that they were together, but no; and what woman would tolerate someone she doesn't know so close to her, even as she was mobile? Only in perpland, where they have the same employer. Then this color "showed up" again as the color for these plastic totes at the grocery store that I stopped in on my way back, getting fucked out of the one item I needed to get for tommorow, the second such recent instance for this particular item. This fugly pink-red is not on any vehicles that I have ever seen, and I reckon the perps also had yesterday's marzipan cakes made up to be the same color. They looked good, but the top glazing color was off-putting to say the least.

And the copper color is also playing big of late; a Volvo 850 wagon was arranged outside the recreation center today, viewable from the windows. This same vehicle also "showed up" in May and June nearby when I was taking my belongings to the charity to dispose of. There can only be one of these in town, as it is an odd color for Volvo to use. I have also seen this same vehicle at the Volvo lot when it was local, about 12 months ago.

And there were more silver grey Volvo 245's on the road today; this being the color of the one I owned, gave to my daughter who sold it yesterday. I should have put a claim in on the proceeds when I gave it to her, but of course I wasn't allowed to think that far ahead, and if I did, it would of been fucked out of recall. More of these designed coincidences.

2120h
And I note that most of my pictures over the past few days did "not come out", meaning sabotaged. Another exposure gets substituted; I took a picture of a swarm of high school students, and somehow only the power lines ended up in the picture. There might be a few for inclusion, but not many, as in nearly all cases there is camera shake, when in fact, the camera has a shake compensating algorithm in it. Just another game for the perps. And of late, I notice that the moment of taking the picture is usually coordinated with a traffic light change, a sudden transient noise, or the subjects turning their heads or in some way reacting at that moment of the exposure. Another game of deep proportions it seems, as it may not just be a color energetics to exposure correlation, but some kind of psi energies going by the subjects' continued posing action.

2235h
More music listening, going over Puremusic clips again, as "I" skipped over many. Meaning, that I wasn't allowed to be thorough, and attend to the entirety of one web page at a time. There is nothing the perps like more than a re-visit to the same site or activity to do the same things again. And to aid them, they usually take out my previous link annotation, the purple text of the link, and revert it to blue, meaning unvisited when that is not the case.

Enough to call this a blog posting, and to call this a day, hoping I am not similarly hobbled with these calf cramps as I am today.