Australian Week

03-12-2012

Day 1 of my work practicum at a vineyard, and lo, if the perps didn't pull an all day snow-light rain today, limiting my view from the window of the viticulturalist. He is Australian, so it was difficult to understand him at times, though he has lived here for two years, and is doubtless familiar with accent understanding abilities.

I am renting a light metallic blue Hyundai this week, an OK vehicle in all. Naturally, the blue vehilcle stalking ramped up, and they like to arrange at least three or more blue colored vehicles around me at intervals. The greyscale colors also predominate of arranged vehicles, and they are trying me out on more red colored vehicles in a single glance, up to six at a glance and quite a increase of the usual red vehicle ensconced among a greyscale color escort. I suspect the red piping on the inside of my stretch wind-proof pants is the attraction for the perps, as they had purged me of red colored clothing back in 2002, when it would strangely get mangled in washing machines and experience accelerated wear.

And it is to rain all week, and lo, if the perps didn't screw me out of bringing my raingear up to this city. Funny how that happens, the first week I get to do physical work. I have a pile of notes to type up, and I am going to call today as blogged, unless something bizarre erupts.

03-13-2012
Out and about in the vineyard, an overhead helicopter in near full time attendance, white with a light green tail; and lo, if it didn't find me again when 30km away, driving back on the highway.

One of the vineyard staff has a brigh yellow truck, and she was having an extended conversation with the viticulturalist, before during and after my lunch in the office. She was a graduate of last year's class in viticulture.

An unfriendly woman with a black colored vacuum hose arrives at the lunch table, and with a plastic box-  and gives me a stare.The she leaves the items at the table, and takes off while I am finishing lunch. And lo, if she didn't pop-up at the hallway corner when exiting the lunch room.

I arrive with the vehicle in Penticton and utilized it to do some shopping, somehow having a "need" to get more Nutella at a large volume discount store. And lo, if I don't meet one of my classmates, and he holds me up with conversation at the chocolate section. He was also in brown, a fugly lighter yellow toned brown. A 70 y.o. , ancient crone in blonde hair also came by, invoking some conversation- yuk.

03-14-2012

More bizarre vehicle passing games on the highway, not that I was going much more than the speed limit, for the third time in three days.

When approaching Skaha Lake, a bird was in place over the lakeside bluffs, staying motionless in mid-air, as the wind was sufficient to keep it aloft. An interesting diversion as the bird was motionless, and lo, if they didn't then re-direct my vision to an overhead helicopter, my regular one this week, visible at the same size, orientation and apparent speed as the bird.

03-15-2012
At the vineyard/winery, a family with two kids came to visit the vineyard manager, and strangely hang outside of his office in the hall and smile, while the boy looked terrified. Neither party seemed to know the other and the rationale of introducing them wasn't clear either. Kid-stalking again.

Another oddity of a vehicle passing me, this time on a back road when I was travelling in excess of the speed limit in a residental area, and this woman with two kids staring at me passes by. Not your normal mother

A Chicken Run, stopping off with the rental car at a certain supermarket and then going home to eat some and then making chicken quesadillas. At least 20 tromping walkbys after that, while cutting it up and making dinner. Exciting times for insane assholes

I see that Songbird, the music library won't work now; my go to media player, because it played FLAC files unlike that wretched Windows equivalent, is now broke, even after re-installing it. Having me without music is just where they want me; all the on-off album listening/purchasing of the long past is now better  understood in terms of perp manipulation. Plus, making sure the then wife was a total ignoramous about music, another way of keeping me out of the mainstream.

03-16-2012
Last day of driving the blue rental Hyundai I had this week, and no perp games of scraping or damaging it, like they did to me in 2002, and fucking me out of $600 in repair costs. Plenty of similar light metallic blue vehicles on the road in the vehicular gangstalking parace and escort. They fucked me out of remembering to fill it up, and with a pending $55 charge by Budget to do the same, I was back in the vehicle and drove to the nearest gasoline station. I was told it was a Mohawk, but no, it was a Husky, and why do I constantly get such deliberate disinformation all the time? Then I was asked if I wanted a ride back to my hotel, and I said yes. And lo, if the offer wasn't retracted as the person who was to drive was gone. With only three staff there, how did she not know? And the strange dude who is the lot boy, came to stare at me from behind the counter, appearing to be there for no other cause but to stand there with his motorcycle helmet in his arm. Like WTF; why are so many seeming normal people behaving so strangely.

And with the vehicle, just before turning it in, I drop into the suntan salon, to set up an appointment in the next two hours, if possible. Not only two ahead of me in the line, but three more women who came in and just sat there on the couch, not seeming to be involved in getting a tan, though it looked like all of them were regular tan salon customers, going by skin tone. Sensing that I wasn't going to get in soon, I explained that I was passing by, and the attendant said the lie-down bed was availible. So I took a tan, still dressed in my outside work clothes, boots and long underwear on. And when I get out, the salon attendant is barrelling at me as I step into the hallway, and another five people have arrived to loiter in the salon lobby for some strange reason, this at 1430h on a Friday. Like WTF; just blatant loiterers pretending to be part of the crush. Last week's tanning session should put paid to any notion this this is "normal' ebb and flow of tanning customers in March on a weekday afternoon.

Anyhow, I will be doing pruning for pay tomorrow, all day if it goes OK, Sunday as well. Now that the perps have be into my overdraft at the bank, and a $400 hit for car rental, they decide to pull me out of it, at least for now. Funny how that "happens", though they have kept me in an overdraft state for five or more months at a stretch, though they seemed to lessen these indebted durations in the last three years. I say so what, if one adds up foregone income since 04-2002, that is a $500,000 bill, and none of this month-to-month existence, in and out of farm work each year. All the while, drawing this ridiculous "disabled" income to barely get me by. Then add on the imposed chocolate eating "need", often $250/month so the perps can play brown food color games. Then add on the unneccessary shopping "needs", like those steel toed boots that haven't been worn in 4.5 years, due to the sudden decrease in jobs after they were purchased. I reckon last year's sudden shopping "needs" screwed me out of $1000 bucks. Some of it was needed to upgrade my wardrobe, but not all of it. Tiresome intrusion into every aspect of my now-squalid existence. Welcome to the New Perp Order.

Now to be posted to stop my retrospective analysis of perp abuses.

Pounding the Place

02-25-2012
A Saturday, and a city bus trip into the mall area of Penticton, and heavily gangstalked at LD again. And more after picking up a hot cooked chicken, a rare chicken run via the bus. Then an afternoon movie need struck, and a pointless dull out viewing Boogie Nights; ugh.

The room pounding starts up as I am reading about viticulture and vineyard design -faux door closing eruptions, at least 5 in 10 minutes, and some kind of mild zapping simutaneously, enough to annoy me.

More PC freeze ups as I proceed to email or save a file, it is not just internet service they are choking down. Even the USB drives are getting choked down; the top USB socket always works and suddenly it doesn't, but lo, if the second USB socket did work, just an example of the trivial abuse pursuits they are putting me through. Nearly ten years of this insane depraved abuse, and here they are pissing around with what USB port I use.

Then a total mangling of my resume on another site after the perps stripped out the upload button, visible on the first visitation. It was so bad I just gave up. Maybe it is to be an "interested" indicator - should they send me an email request for a new resume I would know they are interested; but like all resume sites to date, no response whatsoever. just to think, I am so multi-skilled thanks to the perps; forestry, geographic information systems, database design (IT), farm work, and soon I hope, viticultural work. And I rarely get a reply, even if I tailor the resume to the job and omit irrelevant experience and training.

02-26-2012
Busy studying, but every so often a noise flurry; hotrod muffler noise, frog-like chirping in this suite of no known conventional source. Onto Cold-FX due to a sudden cold symptoms increase. Last week, the class babe needed Cold-FX, and I gave her my bottle, and said to take what she needed. She took it home and took some out and gave me the bottle back, no problem. The next week she brings in the same number of pills she used in a plastic bag, Cold-FX, except they had one blue end on the white capsule.  So here we go again, pill swapping pills with someone who resupplies me with different colored ones, presumably from a different source.

The exercise of taking contents out of a jar or tub continues to fascinate the perps; scrapping the side of vessel horizontally and then vertically, and also they suck the contents to the side of the vessel while I am lifting it up with the spoon, so part of the food (usually), travels up the side of the vessel. This mild stunt has been going on for over a year now, and it does amaze me how often the need to play this game. Not to be confused with them also cranking up the abuse when I am finishing up a food item and tossing out the vessel, or else when opening a new one, say, jam, coconut butter or plastic wrapped packages.

A legs shave last night to no big deal, no jabbering Fuckwits outside or even tromping boots

The preeminent electronic job board for all of Canada is still shutdown, now over a week, and no seeming internet scuttlebut on why. Even from the college library there is no access. Funny how that is, a regular daily event of looking there has been excised from my habits due to this most strange website shutdown.

1520h
More pounding the place when I have my earmuffs on, and concurrent zapping. An added dimension is to have me almost dozing off and then a mighty thud and vibration to wake me up.

02-27-2012
Started the irrigation course today, a three day run. The instructor is a Chilean fellow, very knowledgeable, but a strong accent. It could of been perp dithering, but I was making more of what he said as the day progressed. And too, I hadn't heard the v and w sounds as "b", as in binyard for vineyard since last summer when working with the Mexicans.

The perps were going nuts on me this morning, dithering my finger motor control so I had to make two or more grasping attempts to pick up objects, sometimes five or more, this constant fucking me as to what I grasp or touch. Mondays are always big Fuckover days, especially when been holed up in a shut-in situation the prior day.

Other perp excitement would of been starting a new bag of ground coffee, and a new package of the smaller breakfast tortillas. They also screwed in into sleeping in an extra hour, sending me off to sleep after the alarm went off. So not full frontal shaving this morning, another highly managed Fuckover scene for them. And no quesadilla slices made up for taking my lunch, so a chicken drumstick wrapped up in cling wrap in its place. They don't often have me put plastic (cling wrap) inside my decidedly non-plastic steel tiffen tin, but like I say, the perps typically go extra beserk on me on Mondays. Another reason might be the new instructor, per above.

So far, their crowning Fuckover touch was to screw me out of taking my workout tights, only a shirt, runners and socks. And I find this out when at the gym changeroom, all undressed. Fucking insane that I am not allowed to chose my own clothing and that it is an obscene jerkaround stunt. The tail-me dudes were on me in the change room, there is place for when I "discovered"  my missing gym wear, making sure that I didn't do a screaming rage show by myself.

02-28-2012
The class freak was two chairs away at the start of the Viticulture class, and then moved closer during a feint/session with the instructor first showing off his brownish arm wearing a T-shirt, and in olive green drab, semi-military colors. let me count the Unfavoreds, rolled up with this one Freak; male over 15y.o., dreads hair, a bag hat, beard, strange round glasses (swapping his metal rimmed round ones for thicker plastic round ones earlier this week), and darker skinned- six Unfavored features in the body of one person.

Another lunch time dude flush at lunch- a cluster of ten or so who stick together, and also did last week when there was a reading break and the campus largely empty. The skinhead of the dude cluster arranged himself sitting behind the babe at lunchtime, and also  adding much male banter noise in the background with his confreres. And lots of freaks outside; skinhead, do-rag heads, wheelchairs again - almost standard at lunch time now. And still the retards too, sitting back about three tables away, letting the dudes have their turn to be closest.

02-29-2012
A field trip with the Viticulture class to the town of Oliver to an irrigation supply business, and quite the show of PVC and all, as the perps find no end of value of having me exposed to plastics and also all  water and irrigation fittings.

The class freak was acting idiotic while there, bumping into fittings and hanging around behind me, though from the next store aisle. And 3 inches of snow this morning, causing to put on my Yak Trax, those rubber shoe-add-ons that have coil wire underneath to grip the snow, and they work great. And it is one of the few new things that hasnt fucked up, like what usually happes, the perps exploiting my unfamiliarity with new items, gadgets and the like.

And on the way there, hold up, as the fire department was attending to someone who apparently went off the road, so one lane traffic. And lo, if they didnt put on a brown turbanned male as part of the show, this person looking down, very possibly the driver of the vehicle. All that BS to see a fucking turban.

Two classmates seemed to be sticking to me like glue on the field trip, evidenced once in the above mentioned irrigation supply center, and in the field at a vineyard. One was dressed in brown and the other in lime green; and both had the unerring knack of getting in my line of sight more than once.

03-01-2012
 A quiz this morning, with the perps all over me in terms of harassment beforehand; sending me to the wrong drawer or cupboard for an item at least 8x when making breakfast. I make the same breakfast every morning, and I know where everything is in the kitchen after the first day of moving in. So now, almost two months later, they are stupidizing me and controlling me to have habits, deleterious ones, that I never had before. The perps always crank up the abuse level when I have a quiz that morning.

And unconventionally making extra noise at every turn; utensils clatter when the items didn't contact anything, and so it goes, everything I do in the kitchen gets extra-conventional noise applied to it. Also, touching and tapping my hands when they didn't contact anything. They flicked my glasses on the bedside stand this morning when the bed blanket was 12" away, though I was making the bed at the time. Some drifting snow this morning when I set off to walk to the college, and still some snow on the ground from yesterday's small snowfall of 3" or so. Other excitement for the perps this morning was that I opened a new jar of coconut butter, and one can be sure the opening of the package of any regular food item, particularly before going out, is genuine excitement for a perp asshole.

Wine tasting in Viticulture class got me a little looped before noon, though I was attempting to nullify this by eating green pumpkin seeds from my lunch for the second day, this and this too might of been exciting for the perps. (How many mentions has there been about food color, especially if just consumed, or sitting in the mouth of a gangstalker Hundreds by now.) One can also be sure that if I did any yoga on the dark green carpeted floor, a dark green dressed Fuckwit gangstalker will be on my ass within 5 minutes. And too, sending in dark green colored vehicles, to cross my path before or after crossing the street. The Eckhardt-Highway97 corner where I cross to walk to the college and back was also crazy with extra same silver-grey vehicles, some four in file.

03-02-2012
A field trip that somehow I missed out on planning for in Viticulture class today. I had only street wear, and would seem that was the big plan, and it was no more than a five minute drive to a vineyard, and as it unfolded, a seeming stake-out for the class to form around me. We were in the vineyard, and the grower-owner was speaking at length, in a alley between two rows, one pruned, and the other not, while the class was clustered at the row end. At one point he says something like, "let's go", and motioned everyone to walk down the alley between the two rows, so I make a move to go, and lo, if the speaker and everyone else didn't just stand there and not move. So it was only me who moved out of the bunch of 12, and I ended up 3ft from the speaker, getting faked out. Two other classmates move in behind me, and lo, if I wasnt surrounded and couldnt back up.

Toward the end of the speakers (apostrophes are  getting keystroke fucked, excuse the spelling),he needs to demonstrate the pruning cut and ends up looking for a pruned vine behind me, so I moved 2 ft away and the speaker and I almost ended up trading places, standing in the vineyard. And so it would seem like another arranged perp event to have someone reach in behind me, and also stand in the same place that I was. There was two inches of snow on the ground, and it was a tad windy, but here it was, this twenty minute gangstalk-stakeout by my classmates and doing a choreographed exchange of positions with the speaker. Just plain fucking nuts.

I picked up my mail today, one fat envelope from my farmworker colleague in Victoria, as it had examples from the test on pesticide application we are due to take in three weeks. Not only a test was inside, and a card with some newsy writing, and signed off -I miss you lots. This is the second such leading comment from her, and though we might talk on the phone every two weeks, there is nothing going on, it is, and has been totally platonic. Not only is she fat and plain, but is totally messy, and of no interest to me, this association of two years, always farmwork related. But I am getting to understand the pattern now, and it hasnt been just her, but also Ms. C of the story; some hints of romantic association dashed by the reality of being not interested in the least, and in the latter case, frequent obstreperousness and wanton combativeness when meeting in person. As I see it, just more wierd bullshit, and I have never been led on by this person to ever expect anything except platonic relations. Now the second card with the -I miss you. (some punctuation keystroke are getting fucked, so pardon the dashes and no apostrophes).

03-03-2012
A Saturday, shopping and all, even if the perps have me flate broke. And my weekly tanning session, getting there at 0920h, 20 min. after they opened. And lo, if by dint of a major gangstalker flux they didn't have the tanning bed until 1030h. Like WTF: I was there last Saturday at the same time and no other customers were in, and she ran the bed for two minutes while I waited so to warm it up. But no, this weekend, a sudden purge, along with at least four Fuckwits sitting on the waiting couch. So.. reconfigure my shopping, do some idle browsing, and retrace my steps back to the tanning salon. And lo, if it wasn't tied up still and I was force to wait. The assholes effectively strung me out for an hour and a half before getting a tanning bed when last week it was availible, save two minutes of warm up time.

And of course the Fuckwits and Freaks get to loiter around while I am captive in the waiting room; two dudes from different parties came to sit on the couch and wait, and a woman in hot pink hair came to loiter at the counter and speak with the staff attendant.

And major vehicular gangstalking all morning while walking about, my groceries in hand, in a plastic bag, the better part of an hour before getting back to the tanning salon.

And  I see Job Bank is finally up again; no apparent improvements to warrant a technical shutdown for Canadas government and pre-eminant online job board. Naturally, the before-shutdown bookmarked jobs I had are now gone.

In the mail yesterday I recieved a regular mailed journal from the BC Forest Professionals that was re-directed from my old address. Six weeks ago I went through telephone hell (aka reduced work hours), and emailed twice before I got anyone to listen to me to change my address AND my email, as I couldnt do this online, getting fucked "from" the fact that I wanted to update both at once. Like WTF; why is there always some malingering outfit that screws up my address changes every time I move? This has been going on for years, but the frequency has increased since the harassment started nearly ten years ago. This time, the outfit plays hard to get, and then finally tells me they have done it, and it turns out they haven't. Two arranged Fuckups over one address change and still it isn't done.

1400h
A sudden outbreak of noise outside; tromping feet and whistling and hollaring while I was launching a search on Job Bank. This place (a motel- some 30 vehicles parked outside) had been dead to anything going on until then. Funny how that "happens" these noise flurries, but now with more concurrent variety of noises.

Noise Procession

1500h
A procession of noises no matter what I do; plug my ears with my fingers usually works as the last resort, but lo, if there isn't a loud noise at the ready the instant I remove my fingers to attenuate the first noise. Even the earmuffs aren't helping as much as they could be, and of course there is the endemic ear-ringing, telekinetic mouth and neck noises that erupt, and now, ear popping from nowhere too.

The perps have been extra insane today, as they made no bones about being assholes by having yoga cancelled, and put me through 20 to 30 screaming rage-ifications while making lunch today. Then another round at this LCD display with disappearing files that could not be seen either in Writer or Open Office where they are created.

They put on extra Fuckwits for a brief sortie outside to the local supermarket. A wall of dudes, three abreast in two ranks, one behind the other, who seemed to have no legit purpose to be swarming the streets at 1130h just when I turned the corner after exiting this apartment building when outbound. Like WTF; no convention facilities nearby on this block, and no businesses, so who were all these fuckers, and especially the red-coat in the middle of the pack. Stick with blonde babes if you want to arrange these "wall of Fuckwits" you sick assholes.

Then the vagrants doing their meandering bullshit just at the sidewalk constriction, forcing me around and then over top of the recent bird shit that had been arranged on the sidewalk. The same Fuckwits were in place when I exited the store as well, covering a whole 40' over 8 minutes while I was inside. Then other dudes kept covering me at different locations, them and their stocking/stalking carts with lots of brown boxes on it, and the fucker doing senseless back and forths to keep me covered while in the checkout line. And it was a Chicken Run, the acquisition of hot cooked chicken is always a big perp scene, ever since they put me on this diet in 2003. (I get my once per week red meat feed at my perp abetting mother's place).

Then the resident disgusting overweight negro emanated from the elevator on my way back inside, wearing shades for crissakes. They backed off on live negro gangstalking this week, and he was the first of the week. Naturally, I get plenty of negro pics on the web sites I visit, and often the same pic will be persistently kept in place on a news site, when these stories should be turning over every day, or few days. But no, the assholes decided that I need to see more, and so it goes. Even that 1100pp. catalog I got yesterday, totally free from an outfit from whom I purchased the $20 Kevlar gloves from, put a negro on the front cover. I never knew that such large catalogs were being printed any more, but I suppose the perps would want to keep some of those industries going as they get so much out of me turning the pages; color combinations, incremental paper thickness games, and of course, their abidding interest in having me exposed to paper from all over the world in varying vintages and paper types. I can always count on a paper bearing Fuckwit within two minutes of stepping outside, assuming they didn't fuck me into carrying some around myself.

And today's fuckery over financial transactions was to fuck me into using the wrong card, and of course they don't let me know that at first, going through with the transaction until the approval stage, and lo, if it didn't work, and then I was reminded of the debit card I have used every fucking day since 2002. Eight years of using this same color debit card for all my purchases, and "somehow" I got it wrong and used my Mastercard "by mistake". I don't ever make those mistakes, and haven't once before, and suddenly it "happens" today. And have I mentioned all the times that my financial transactions are held up by flakey card readers and other fuckery? At least twice a week, and this was in keeping with the insane perp harassment of making a financial transaction, which they have been totally consistent over for eight years of this depraved abuse. And justice won't be done until I take a bat to the head of the Fucker who screwed me over my use of my debit card today.

Other perp excitement today might of been over the inaugural use of a jar of coconut butter; opening up new jars or any other packaging type is a scene of intense perp interest, and they got me rage-fied for that too, one of my breakfast staples. This jar is the second of two that was purchased while I was on my road trip in October, visiting my out-of-town brother and family. I bought two as the perps only have this at stores that are less accessible, and my sister-in-law bought one at my instignation, and lo, if the store wasn't covered in gangstalking scum.

1700h
The Zalman USB 3 docking station continues to thwart rational analysis; it isn't seen in the file manager, and the drive isn't recognized. But a pop-up window said to use USB 3 port, as it is plugged into a USB 2 port because I am testing what the fuck is going on. Somehow, there is part of the PC knows what this is, but won't tell another; fucking bizarre, and good for moving hard drives around in two orientations, a constant game of fuckery the assholes like to play with, having hard drives in differing orientations. Then the assholes reminded me that they installed an important file on one of the drives, all my Quicken work since 2005. In another piece of fuckery, in concert with that fucking clunky Quicken, the one file ended up as the backup, and of course, it is the one file I don't want overwritten. So... the hard drives go back in the PC until I find out where these files are and copy them off to another drive. Which suggests the fuckers had this set up some months ago, as that is when I got the Quicken 2010 version, and lo, if it isn't as clunky/stupid as Quicken 2002.

1835h
I lost my Quicken backups, a total mind-fuck in that I didn't think of it before I pulled the hard drive out. The Windows world of installing a hard drive is so fucking fraught to say the least. And all the while this hassle is going on, why, more noise. Clunking and sirens again, both getting through the earmuffs. The bullshit never ends it seems. And why are backups so fascinating for the assholes?

2110h
More fuckery like fake touches and pulling items from my grasp to start up the rage-ifcation show again, before, during and after the tea and chocolate break. Fucking tiresome to say the least, as they have been riling me up all day. Big excitement tomorow when I head out to the in-town brother's place to rake leaves. So exciting in fact that he phoned up just as I was intently looking at the online details of the Beatles mono CD set. Those intense interest moments are of significant interest to the perps, likely because they haven't been able to remotely fuck me to that level yet.

2400h
Job searching and responding. This next year will be fish or cut bait; off-on agricultural labor work or IT work, per training this year, but without any IT activity since. In other words, were all those courses I took in Oracle 11g just a cruel joke for perp reasons, or is there going to be a legitimate career path? I don't know, but what I sense from the past, is that they like to have me exposed to certain work, and then doggedly obstruct me so I don't get a job for the training I took. One example was in 1989-90 when I took a full term Geographic Information Systems training for one year, and then when I got back to work, no GIS work ever materialized, my employer being in a state of permanent ineptitude (for 10 years, at any rate) about embarking on this corporate information need. Therefore, I became an Oracle DBMS data analyst and project manager. So it just may be that the assholes wanted me to take Oracle 11g courses as one of their exposure games, and then they put the lid on me and wouldn't let me study for certification exams. Just one more example of the insane fuckery that goes on and the extent and planning they engage in.

Blogging off to do leaf raking tomorrow; more of those horticultural jobs for my mind-keepers.

Pefect Confluence

1810h
A stayover at the First Feral Family home last night, waking there after a riduculously over long 9.5 hour sleep, and then after breakfast, slinging a cubic hard of compost from its pile, to another, and then back again to aerate it and add more Rot-it to accelerate it. The pile was assembled post leaf raking in November 2009 and is about a third cooked, with plenty of pine needles still evident. As mentioned many times, the perps have a total obsession over composting, and routinely have me involved in some capacity with it. Even back to the pre-overt/beserk days of 2001,on/off girlfriend Ms. C. of the story was doing her master composter's training, although it was within character, she being a earth mother type.

For once I didn't have my cacaphony of erstwhile neighbor's running their lawnmowers while pitching the compost, and the noisescape was mainly more distant sounds, save the speeding Vespa buzz.They put on the SAC bomber overflight noise, at least four times, and other aircraft, though no helicopters this time. Then they "put on" (IMHO) an eagle that was soaring in the higher winds, and when I looked up to see it, a fuzzy maser ball emanated from it and came at me. Been there, done that. Well I suppose it is a more "natural" maser experience than one emanating from a passenger aircraft, but it is all the same to me; more fucking insane and abusive harassment.

And Mondays being the return day from the FFF home are always fraught, as are events like when I purchase cooked chicken to eat, aka Chicken Run, which becomes my protein source for a week or so, depending on how much I am allowed to purchase. Lately they have been ramping up the food rot in the fridge and I wanted to get a half chicken. Not Allowed; breast pieces or legs. Which is how it has been for the past three months or longer, and no free range chicken either. And today was no different, if not worse; only one selection at the hot table with some 35 prepared bags of hot chicken.

Said chicken comes with an orange paprika seasoning, meaning orange stain on the surface of the meat. After picking up the chicken, and suffering endless Fuckwits blocking the aisles and coursing around me, I got the produce section to get some kiwi fruit. What a mistake, as there was even more gangstalkers there, and lo, if there wasn't a red (orange) haired kid of four or so standing with a black bag of groceries at the very corner I needed to turn some 90 degrees, and once I had picked up the bag of kiwi fruits, the kid walked some 6' to the other 90 degree  corner I had to make as the most expeditious way was blocked with a stocking/stalking cart with brown cardboard boxes on it, and the kid just stood there again. Fucking bizarre behavior, not to mention the shopping bag of groceries he was toting, and that he didn't seem to belong to anyone. (No other red haired adults at least).

Then the fuck out of there, as they at least did provide of minimal delay at the checkout with an lispy dude in black and white ahead of me, and then onto the street show again, replete with bounteous redcoats, red hoodies and the like. I get to the lobby and some cell phone dude was standing there, in in front of the elevator I had taken on my outbound leg, there was a 4' diameter puddle of mid-brown coffee there. So, in other words, they doused my track at the elevators in the lobby with a brown liquid, all to have me pas by it on my return with a EMF signal device (cell phone) in the hands of a gangstalker who was perfectly content to wait in front of it. So, I took the stairs. Other past proximate liquid dumpings have been Red Bull in the stairway, and coffee splats as well, though smaller than this Venti spill.

2310h
More online web surfing tonight. The big deal for my mind keepers seemed to be about me applying for two jobs online. Naturallly, (unnaturally if they weren't messing with my thoughts) the perps get me pumped as to working in them, invoking various job scenarios and the entire bullshit realm of imagining myself as working again. Not so fast; I haven't had one job interview ever, the farm ones take anybody at first, then they keep the productive ones, no problem there. One job has both field work and computer work as requirements, as well as backwoods experience, seeming to be aligning with my work experience almost exactly. We shall see; last summer it was berry picking and then daffodil bulb picking which then morphed into daily harvesting activities until there was no more work. It was interesting that they kept me to a week of bulb picking last year after doing two months of it the year before. So maybe they have something more challenging ahead for the summer.

They were all over me earlier with the compost slinging mentioned above; they had me going in and out of being under the tree crown of a nearby pine tree, jabbing me in the scalp as if the needles did it when there was at least 4" clearance. I notice I get more gangstalkers under landscape trees in the city, not to mention these elevated tree stumps they have created in the neighborhood, always with a Fuckwit in close as I go by. My backwoods hiking of 2003 to 2006 was often punctuated with on-trail gangstalkers just as the tree canopy opened up or closed down, so who knows where this bullshit is going. Maybe it wil be the summer job, assuming they don't have me flub an interview.

Onto bedtime and to comtemplate how late they are going to keep me up tonight, extending my Monday into a Tuesday as they like to do.

Protean Plot

1230h
I was finally allowed to chase down a hint from the weekend, and check out the Greek god, Proteus. He is a herder of seals, but also a shape shifter. Very interesting, which begat some more thoughts as to just maybe Greek Mythology is really about visiting aliens. I am sure this is not new, and there must be some more research which I will endeavor to do, as I don't really have much to do today, and they got me up at 0610h, three hours earlier than usual.

And sure enough, one researcher has gone on to call this epoch of civilization the "Alien Raj", or reign. I concur, given my now cycnical nature of what is in the news and why. We are lab rats for whatever reason, and in the front line are TI's, with no one to complain to about our situation of cessation of human liberty, no matter where we live.

1545h
Sleeping at the PC a few minutes ago and was awakened with a nasty jolt, as if I walked off a stairway. All part of the pre-outing readiness the want to put me through, even if it is a five minute shopping journey.

1735h
Sure enough, a herd of six "greeters" at the doorway to the building were in place, one next to the door was on the cell phone even, likely for some extra EMF action. One was the putative negro commercial painter in his white spattered brown fleece jacket. (Odd that he was standing there with the street types, as he would of had a key to get inside). And the brown VW van was turning a corner right in my face at the first pedestrian intersection. Then a withered wack woman arrived at the opposite side of the crosswalk and stayed there the entire time, still in the same place when on my way back.

This grocery shopping was to get hot cooked chicken and a few other items, and such sorties are given the name of Chicken Run, as it is a big gangstalking event when I go for this particular item. I had two wheelchair acts on each of the two streets I walked, all of 150', and lo, when I turned the corner to enter the building, another wheelchair act. Then it was couples gangstalking, or more like disparate couple as they seemed that they weren't together at first, entering the building 6' apart, she leading. She was blonde, and he was in the same kind of black stif fabric jacket like mine. First they were both on me at the kiwi fruit, doubling  back again to walk over my tracks, then he at the cheese section, "happening" to be standing dumbfounded in front of the cheese and me having to access from the side of the planted Fuckwit. And lo, she was on me when I went to see if there was any tapenade, and by then, I had all I wanted, and had enough of this pair on my ass to get to an open checkout.

Other Fuckwits were circulating, one crossing the main aisle without looking, another granny getting ahead of me for the tea section, and another circulating around me while I was selecting the hot chicken. Yet again, no half chickens and no free range partial chicken. It  has been this same arrangement for the last three months, and of course I "forget" to look to see if is that way when I am not intending to purchase one. And this "need" started when there was accelerated decay on the chicken in the fridge, even when it is on its coldest setting.

Then when outside, there was a parking lot vehicle bashing going on, one vehicle backing into another, nearly broadside to my intended path, so I had to walk around on the concrete walkway instead of on the asphalt parking lot. The perps go to huge amounts of effort to determine what interactions I have with these major built surfaces, and will even have their Fuckwits sitting on the concret curb at a bus stop with their feet out on the asphalt.

And lo, if they didn't have another wheelchair ready to preceed me down the street along with a native Indian in shorts and a ponytail, in black and white clothing. And lo, if there wasn't another wheelchair in the lobby of this apartment building when I got back, to have me take the stairs instead of being captive with it in the elevator. And twice in the last week they have put on a wheelchair act on this floor, seen when waiting for the elevator. All these wheelchairs are motorized in today's hounding, though they often emphasize one type for certain days over the other.

Once I defatted the chicken and had some to eat off the cutting board and had cleaned up, I attended to the garbage so to send the bones and fat on their way. And when I came back, why, someone had placed a tree leaf on the kitchen floor for crissakes. Eight years of fucking insane  harassment and this is where they are; pissing around with tree leaves as a surrogate for showing their sick faces.

And it wasn't supposed to rain today, and it was overcast for most of t he day, but some 15 minutes before I headed out, the rain started up. I have long indicated that rain starting just before or just after I go outside is too frequent to be anything but arranged. Yet again, they arranged rain just before me walking a whole 150' to the local supermarket, shop, and then return. It just blows me away as to how much they plan even a five minute outing to the grocery store. And it is likely that they woke me up early to give me a longer shut-in duration before setting off. Fucking beserk the perps are, and they are getting worse.

1835h
And I see my wish list at Powell's Books got truncated/deleted somehow, as only the those wish listed in the past two days are displayed. And when I discovered that, why, the overhead rumbling noise went off, and getting through the earmuffs as it usually does, like any noise they want me to hear.

2005h
Out of boredom I want to listen to music that I have bookmarked, and the first one needs Real Audio/Player. I go to the web site and there is no download link for Windows, only everything else and every other language. I ended up with Real Audio not on my PC after the Windows 7 upgrade, so I suppose they were lying in wait. Which it seems, as the outside vehicular noise ramped up with the headphones on, and then some male voice noise from the hallway starts up. Timed exactly when I have my headphones on which don't block out noise like the earmuffs. Funny how that happens.


2120h
The latest sonic fuckery was for the perps to invade with music of their own choosing while enjoying a very different performer. And I wasn't allowed to figure out what was going on at first, and even after shutting down the player their music kept coming through. Always something.

2250h
Music listening tonight; probably the most engaged music listening I have been allowed in over a year. They seem to be testing my taste in music; taking me from sultry jazz (Kat Edmonson) to scorchy Lucinda Williams (Little Honey album). Plenty of samples and some interviews at Pure Music, this link. I don't go for the heavy metal music, rock, and grunge, and even this seems important for the assholes. I am sure they have some surrogates in mind who do like such music. And I get the odd overhead pounding of 12" of concrete ceiling/floor at certain intervals, "joining me" with the rampant plasma and beams flitting about.

Time to call this dull day done and consider the same for tomorrow as well. Maybe they will let me out for a Saturday newspaper, as that has been featuring for a few months now.

New Ventures

1600h
That is,starting tomorrow, I will be taking on more remunerative work to keep the wolf from the door and PC upgrades for running Oracle and Linux on this here PC. Plus, I always get nailed for income taxes this time of year, and if I don't have the money in hand, my line of credit will can keep me afloat, but I end up seeming to work for months before I dig myself out of this hole.

It is daffodil flower picking season here, at piece rate no less, and supposedly among a den of thieves for all the stories I have heard. Call it "how low can you go" in the employment sector. Lower than I wanted to as I had made sure to avoid this mercenary crush.This is at the same farm that I worked at for some four months last year, and I am to be readied by 0650h for a bus to take me there.

Part of the deal was to get a few items to make this more doable, one being a thermos and the other being a honing stone/device to keep my knife blade sharp. So... after researching the items on the web this morning, and at the website of the store I planned to visit, off I go for a 10 minute walk there. One would of thought it was both lunch time and tourist season for the number of Fuckwits on the street at 1310h. It seems that the perps are grooming me with hairy males and skinhead males, and that might be in preparation for tomorrow's work on the flower picking gig. I don't know how long I will last in it, but if I can go some three weeks that would be OK, we shall see. My mother hinted at doing it for a week, which might be the pre-arranged duration for whatever reason, like not getting along with invasive piece rate workers.

And of course, the weather can be a real factor in staying out and doing the job. I don't expect to make more that $9/hour, what I would get if on a wage rate, but the real keeners I met last year said one can "clean up" and make $200 in a day. Chances are some of the adversities will come to play; having me gaurd my picked flowers before tallying, shoo off invading pickers from my row and other self defensive measures to ensure the arrangement pays at least the minimum rate. The perps went to great lengths to ensure that was an average fruit picker at best last summer, so I am not expecting any bonanza. Besides, the perps make certain that my competance is under constant attack by "bad luck", and the rest of the arranged adversity that gets passes for normal, so I don't expect any wondrous compensation or savings from this adventure.

Any change to the imposed status quo, such as starting work again, will be highly gangstalked, and this afternoon's parade of freaks seemed to underline the point. Like I said, I suspect this is in part grooming me to be among the weirds, those who need to cut flower stems in bare-assed farm country in Feburary and March. Though it could translate into later work of a more sustained nature, not unlike last year when a month of daffodil bulb picking was extended into three more months of farm work. We shall see how all this unfolds and what the important perp objectives are; contact with soil, the act of cutting plants (not unlike the elevated noisestalking when pruning branches for yard maintenance), hounding me when egressing in/out of a vehicle, any brown color content (not just soil, but dead plant material), having me eat the food grown on the farm and whatever else is on the perp agenda.


And what was with the incessant vision attacks this morning when I got up at 0900h? Each time I changed tasks in making breakfast and bringing new items into my visual field, they put on more vision attacks, and making sure they were more than transitory. All to up the rage-fication and it attendant vocalization I assume. The only changes to the routine were that I started a new jar of black currant jelly to go on my peanut butter, and for them, that is exciting as starting a new loaf of bread.

2000h
Schlepping while surfing, the internet that is. A dulled out docility would be another way to put it. A classic perp fuckover for making dinner tonight. They had me all primed to make the regular quesadillas again, which neccessitated cleaning the frypan again, this time with a stainless steel scouring pad, then drying it, then putting it on the burner to warm up with some olive oil in it. The sicko aspect to that is a number of scoured metal particles went down the drain, and the frypan was resurfaced to a degree, as parallel scuffings were visible after it was cleaned. And then, to start food preparation, why, no chicken meat to add to the quesadilla, the most essential ingredient. So with the pan on, which was taken off and the olive oil removed with a paper towel, it got recleaned again and put away. So off to the loca supermarket with a driving rain squall to get chicken and the one thing I "forgot" last night, Dawn dish detergent. There was enough gangstalker freakshow players such that I didn't need to hang around, and got through an availible checkout in no time, and back out into the rain. The process is that I don't put the plastic bags away when they are wet, but leave them out. Similarly with my coat, I separate from the others so it can air dry. With the Chicken Run done, I take off the skin, replete with orange paprika spice, and eat some off the carcass. But as this is the third time this past six weeks that I have "forgotten" about the state of my my ingredients, that in particular, one can be assured I was fucking pissed with this being played again. And it seemed that the new bottle of detergent was a player in all of this, being used immediately afterward to clean the knife, fork and the cutting board. A Dawn dish detergent transition from old bottle to new one, in conjuction with a Chicken Run. Such are the interests of the perps and the insane level of detail they are continuing to work while trashing my existence.

2100h
Another round of imposed inane adversity. Earlier, I got a diamond hone to keep my knives sharp for flower cutting tomorrow and also got a lanyard through the wood handle of the knife so it can be hung from my wrist. The hole wasn't big enough so I made it bigger with the drill, and in doing so, a very unconventional split in the wood handle erupted, some 3" long. Tonight I tested the lanyard and the wood handle portion gave out. Ergo, a nightime effort to put a new hole in the wood handle, and lo, if the battery powered drill doen't lose all its juice in mid-drilling. So... a wait of an hour or so before the battery can be charged. Just another example of the anal retentive levels of insane detail the perps will go to; scheduling a job in the daytime, and then a re-work of the job in the evening and holding it up for an hour or so in mid-task.

Another running battle is with the perps is over certain software on this PC; last night I tested the DVD drive and the assholes still blocked me playing a movie I put in the drive. The dialog box came up with a missing driver. Here I have the latest Windows 7, and Windows Media Player, and I am not allowed to see a movie still. Which has been the case since 2005 when the "habit" of visiting the cinema once a week was somehow curtailed, and I haven't been allowed to see a movie since. I figured if they let me buy a few movies after Christmas on sale, then I would be allowed to see them. Not so; I must be put through more aggravation over this exercise while they continue to fuck this PC and the very straightforward act of playing a movie.

And if that wasn't stupid enough, another running battle is with Lightscribe, the DVD labeller program. It came with the new Plextor drive I got in November's rebuild, and the Lightscribe Control Panel displays, but nowhere is there access to the executable to actually run the software that labels the specially marked DVD. I went to their website and got the latest download, and still no executable to run it. I put $30 into getting a stack of DVD's, and now they sit there because not only do they not label with LIghtscribe, but the DVD drive claims it cannot copy to a DVD -R when the Plex Utilities clearly says it can. Another pissing match related to DVD's, and not the only one, and is a continuing theme from last week.

I am going to call this one done as I will be getting up very early tomorrow, and it is likely that this bloggin will suffer in frequency of postings as I will be putting in some full days over the next two weeks.

Bald Negro Female

1925h
Two top Unfavoreds rolled into one; bald, negro. But female, most curious; this being a gangstalker on view as I was getting jerked around to find a shopping basket. Only a minute before that, outside the store, was a shiftless male negro who seemed to lack much to do. Then the vagrant arch, one each side and on the bum, for me to pass through before getting to the supermarket entrance door.

This is the second bald negro female I have encountered in the past 8 months; the last one was at the LD store next door to the supermarket. Perhaps these particular Unfavored demographic group members are to serve as a comparator to the male bald negroes the sickos like to arrange around me. As to why, I don't know for sure, and have no recollection of any interaction with any negroes. I see in the Indian Lake Project, that they liked to put multi-racial children together in cages, so perhaps this might be the reason for the subconscious trigger the sickos are attempting to stimulate. This is still speculation, as I haven't confirmed that I was there, though the faux military men nonsense, (see yesterday's blog posting), suggests there is such a traumatization component.

This was the second visitation to the supermarket today, an earlier Chicken Run to acquire hot cooked chicken. They were all over me for that with at least five swarmings and obstructions in 150'. They had a moving stunt at the front door where the couch got stuck and the mover on the outside walked away for some curious reason. I was just out the door when two fuckers converged on me before getting to the sidewalk. Then a motorized wheelchair holding up the sidewalk while someone else came at me with a vagrant on my tail. Then at the W. entrance to the store, three fat ladies converging two with similar black and white tops with a swirling pattern, only differing by the scale of the swirls. The other one had vile tattoos to show me. Then another swarmer on me at the hot chicken counter, and then I decided to get the fuck out of there, enough. Another swarm on my exit, three assholes converging on me with the purchased hot cooked chicken, one in carmine red. Then another two swarms, each with an orange wearing dweebe, and finally I was allowed in the elevator back to this apartment. And lo, if there wasn't some orange sauce with the chicken. Never have I had so many swarms in close succession before, though more close-in intrusion seems to be increasing of late.

Before that, an upgrade/jerkaround with Firefox browser, and making out that the vital add-on called Adblock Plus was unavailible. Later, post chicken consumption, straight off the carcass, I was allowed to upgrade Adblock Plus, one of the most essential browser extensions one could have.

In the morning while the laundry was running, I did a clean up of the bathroom. Extra navy blue lint was getting added to the surfaces after I cleaned them, all to infuriate me as to their sabotage. Here I am cleaning up their fucking messes, and then they add more while I am cleaning. The navy blue lint nonsense has been getting more prevalent of late; lint on me when I exit the shower, lint on the floor from nowhere, and now dynamic sabotage by adding it to just-cleaned surfaces. Back in the pre-overt years of 1999 and 2000 I kept getting navy blue lint in my bathroom when there was no such carpet color or known source. I could never figure it out; if you had told me then that a multi-billion dollar budgeted covert harassment agency was planting lint in my bathroom I would of said you were crazy. Well here we are, the lint fuckery has come back, in the same color no less, and is even applied as sabotage while cleaning. That I sleep on a navy blue futon might have something to do with it now, but not then.

I was even allowed to do some filing of my papers this morning, an activity the perps find no end of interest in. Using a Sharpie pen is also a big deal for them, as well as amalgamating papers from differing sources into one file folder, so it can be archived as one. This little project has been planned for at least four months, and I was finally allowed to get on with it. Only two days ago I got the file boxes to then serve as the repository. And I don't need to tell regular readers how much the perps like to have me with brown cardboard in my proximity. They will even arrange brown cardboard packing gangstalkers to "happen by" when I am outside. The part time cleaning job at the car dealership is also a big deal for the perps as there is no end of cardboard wrapped car parts, some 8' long and 4' wide, a huge expanse of brown cardboard they don't ordinarily get to place around me in any other scenarios.

2115h
This might be all tonight; I am getting the restless legs bullshit again, so time to log off for now.

Catepillars and Catkins

1210h
I am back from a Chicken Run, the momentous harassment event where I select a cooked chicken and suffer extra gangstalking and whatever other stunts du jour. I duly take it back to my apartment, cut the skin off (often a fugly orange paprika color) and feed myself directly from the carcass, usually just the wings. Again, the perps find the latter process fascinating and put on extra noise when the knife or fork contacts the carcass, when I put a piece of chicken on the fork and again into my mouth, when arranging the skin to be forked to then put it in the bag for tossing out and endless other minutae that I wouldn't give thought to excepting for the constantly adroit timing of noise to my actions. And I had "background" backup beeper noise the entire time, when there is absolutely no reason for this noise to occur for that long, some 8 minutes, in this neighborhood.

I got to the supermarket at about 1130h, before the supposed lunch time crowd, and it seemed that there were relatively few shoppers when I arrived. I acquired only the cooked chicken, and then had a curly haired short and dumpy dude cruise in for his gangstalking tour at the chicken display. Irksome, but not a big deal and so I went to the checkouts, and lo, if some 20 "customers" hadn't all arrived at the checkouts in the one minute interim that I was at the cooked chicken display. Checkout obstructions, aka "hold-ups", are quite common in the TI community, and as I had only the one item to purchase, it was a bigger perp deal than usual. I picked the shortest line, which backed up into the through aisle, convenient for passing gangstalkers, and lo, if the short and dumpy dude didn't arrive behind me. He then told the woman in front of me that she had a catepillar on her back. I then looked and it was a catkin, and removed it, telling her it wasn't so bad as first mentioned. I got to notice her fugly calligraphic Asian motif tatoo on the back of her neck, in the typical deep green color. And that was about it; heavy on the "cat" word, doing the chivalrous thing to remove the object from the back of her sweater and tossing it aside. And for those new readers, tatoos are a decidedly prominent component of the Unfavored gangstalkers, as are the curly haired types.

There has been plenty of catkin "action" in the last week, and it might be the yellowish color they have is also a major perp attraction. They are decidedly heavy on this color of late, but only after suitable introductions of greyscale colors of white, silver-grey, mid-greys and black colors in clothing or vehicle form.

And I am getting more "coincidences" over words, terms and even visual props of late; whatever is to be learned from this aspect of the fuckover-scape seems to be of greater interest. As is parallel behavior; doing the same thing that I am doing at the same time. My perp abetting parents have changed their tea drinking habits to be imbibing tea at the very same moment as me, also picking up the teacup at the same moment, and the rest of this fucking tiresome trait that has been long reported by this TI and many others similarly afflicted.

1515h
A forced hour long nap after lunch, and I usually loathe them as I am rendered sleepy for some time afterward. A new variant on an old jerkaround; near serial loud mufflered vehicle noise that magically gets through my earmuffs, and then the "reaction" (read, scripted move) is to have me remove the earmuffs and use my fingers to plug my ears from these long trailing off noises. Normally I would take off the earmuffs once every ten minutes or so, and now it is one hotrod noise after the other, removing the earmuffs each time. One would think a raceway is below, but a two late secondary artery that enters a residential zone in a block is the only street, as seen in the many pictures from the balcony. Search on the "pictures" tag.

This is the date at which I start the part time cleaning job at 1630h instead of an hour earlier, so perhaps this change in the timing is the big deal for the sickos today. It is always difficult to know the reasons for the escalated noise and gangstalking, though one can speculate based on prior, or iminent events. The in-apartment door slamming noises have also ramped up, and this is quite a feat when every door has hydraulic closure control, which prevents that very problem from occuring. But in Perp World (cue sirens noise getting through earmuffs), any noise from any source no matter how illogical is expected. Last night before the nut shave bath I noticed that someone had gobbed into the bathtub, green and red it was. As in, who but some sick asshole would make such a mess and leave it there? I have no idea how it got there, as it didn't come from me. Any sinus clearing that occurs is always in the shower, and is swept down by the running water. Perhaps the ruse was to have me use a dark green 3M pad to remove it, as I also used one at the cleaning job yesterday, removing some strange embedded crud from an area that gets mopped every day. Go figure.

There has been the "usual" teleported crumbs today, so this inanity hasn't changed any; bread, tortilla and chocolate all have a crumbing tendency, and they arrive in quantity whenever my back is turned, and of late, even while watching the dinner plate or chocolate bar, the crumb will materialize out of thin air and land in front of me. This crumb particle exposure, which was played out in spades two days ago when building a backyard vegetable box at my parent's place, also was arranged for the lunch time break I took while there. I was building the box of 4'x8' natural wood landscape ties, and there were no end of faked excuses for dirt to "fly in" and end up on top of the flat horizontal bearing surface of the tie, and for me to dust it off. I cannot recount how many times the dirt particle, crumb-like, ended up on the fresh wood surface, but at least 30x. When I was eating a late lunch there was the same dirt like crumbs on the dining room table, only 2' from me. I have no idea what caused this or was the putative source, but the assholes couldn't let me go for less than 20 minutes without seeing this crumb dispersion pattern on a horizontal surface. It is freaking bizarre as it is deranged for anyone to harass their victim for over seven years, and still be into playing with fucking crumbs without showing their face to front for this insanity (theirs).

But that is how it goes, one bullshit stunt after another, and my entire physicality and world view is warped in conventional physics terms. And more of late, more blatant examples as well; more prevalent tailing/gangstalking, crumb games (per above), and other events that are equally contrived like email blocking.

I can only assume, at least for now to avoid being characterized as over-conspiratorial, that the swine flu epidemic that is in the news is of organic origin and wasn't created for some dark purpose. But I reckon that all those people wearing surgical masks make for a perfect target for the perps in their color reference games; white or blue material at their face and out in public. It was about a month ago when one gangstalker was wearing a surgical mask while out in public at the supermarket, but I won't read anything more into this, even if I claim that there are no coincidences in my life, just arrangements.

And too, the perps have a little game going with "pigs", and have done for years, and I don't know what it is all about, possibly something from the recall deletion years, aged 3 to 5 y.o.

Last night I was reading about an accomplished designer of stereo music gear, and he mentioned that he first began demonstrating technical curiousity when he was three years old, and performed chemistry experiments then. I assume that he was a wunderkind, and of course he wasn't messed with by some mysterious agency that continues to replicate some of their actions of the day; running black vehicles with tinted windows around me, planting excessive numbers of wheelchair gangstalkers, running loud motorcycles around me, arranging gangstalkers with Scottish accents, and eeping the freakshow circulating around me, often with excessive amounts of red hair, unnatural green colored hair, tattoos and the like. Imagine, a childhood free from knowledge purging and traumatization associations, if indeed that is the case.

2210h
Another managed SNAFU; the part time cleaning job start time was to change to 1830h from 1730h as of May 01, today. I am about to start cleaning the dishes after dinner when at 1745h I get a phone call from the boss man asking if I was coming to work tonight. I explain what he told me and that the new, later start time was what I was going by. He doesn't answer this directly, but wants me there right away. After cleaning the dishes and transiting the gangstalker hordes enroute, I get there at 1815h, and the car dealership is locked up, contrary to my experiences of the last month. They always have Sales staff until 1830h, and often past 1900h when we coordinate with them as to who is going to set the alarm system (i.e., the last party to leave the building). And of course the boss man never told me that the place would be locked or indicated a door to come through. But as it "happened", the downstairs basement business was open, and I got through there, having known the route when we would coordinate building departure with them. The boss man didn't seem too surprised as to how I got in the building, but anyhow, I had to coordinate this new "late start" with him. Oddly, he took the time to scrape off some tar on the floor of the Service area I regularly clean. He always told me that these tar spots were the repsonsibility of the "floor man", and so I left them. Now, they are in the job description. Given the perps abidding interest in all things related to asphalt, tar and petroleum products, I find it an interesting coincidence that he got into this topic tonight. Needless to say, I raced through the job tonight, and was then dispatched to do the regular vacuuming while the boss man idled away his waiting time (for me to finish) by revving up his motor scooter. It would seem that the plan is to have him rev his scooter up while I am doing various tasks, and tonight our respective task timing was much different than the usual work evening.

I now find out that the part time job start time is going to be 1800h beginning on Monday. It is most strange to have these divergent instructions all the time, but this is how it is in this managed surreal bubble world that I am kept in. And, too, if I am to have a job, they want to ensure that there is maximal fuckups possible, as it seems that pissing around with the work environment and all my "reactions" (read, scripted response) need to be exercised for ulterior motives.

And it was only when I started this last journal entry did I see that the perps had me "forget" to post yesterday's blog posting, now done. You can be sure that it wasn't me "overlooking" what I do regularly each day at this time.

Enough of blogging tonight; I am getting distracted by this ongoing pretend scenario of designing a PC to build that has the latest and fastest components, and none of it is doable on my income. I don't know what the perps get out of these covetous games, and the bookmarking of the relevant web pages, but they have been totally consistent in noisestalking me when I bookmark a web page and I rarely notice the side action any more.

Chocolate Digestion Doings

1425h
I am getting my high noisestalking activity right about now, this shortly after having tea and chocolate. Both are of intense interest, the latter being a brown colored food item, and that is a big deal for my tormentors. But even the tea is of interest, especially when it is steeping, that slow graduated change in color to mid green-brown color in a glass teapot must be of what is so fascinating for them. Any kind of color change in fact, from changing into clothes, to peeing, flushing pee, and of course the panalopy of choreographed vehicle placements around me, stationary and mobile and their combinations. There was a tea festival in town last weekend, and I was duly kept uninformed of it. My mother went to it and had some green teas, including matcha, the Japanese drink with the tea leaves ground into a paste and drunk as a slurry. Expensive though, $25 for 4 oz. at the supermarket.

I am getting intense planted ideations today of a cessation of hostilities come Feb. 27, next Friday, the time of a doctor's appointment. The have been telling me for years, at least three, that the high school that I pass on my 30 min. walk to the doctor's office will be the site of some kind of semi-public event for which I would be the honored guest. No thanks, put the cash in my bank account and fuck off; I don't need any more publicity in this town than I already have, and it must be considerable for all the people I don't know who interact somewhat strangely, probably some 20% of the entire ambulatory population, aka, gangstalkers. The remainder are reasonably normal, but also, one never knows when a normal interaction then takes a sudden turn like yesterday at the car dealership where I do an hour's work each day, 6x per week. The regular black fleece jacketed dude in Service is nominally friendly, a faint hello if I see him when he is finishing up his job when I arrive after closing. But yesterday, he walks past me pretending I am not there, not even looking at me. Then he arranges himself again in my proximity, keeping his head down. There is something about unreturned greetings or salutations that the perps find so utterly fascinating. A woman at yoga was the same; friendly for months, and then at the end of one class she is walking ahead of me by 8' outside on the sidewalk, and then she does a 180 degree turn and walks toward me, looking straight ahead, pretending that it isn't happening. Most people would explain themselves, but obviously we are way past that bullshit on this interminable life-rape gig.

So no, if given the freedom of my own thoughts there will be no cessation of hostilities next week on Feb. 27th, and it will unfold something like this; I will have "forgotten" all about this bullshit ideations all day, walk past the high school and not be reminded in any way, onto the doctor's office, probably with extra delays in the appointment area, and then about halfway through the appointment the perps will suddenly plant the ideation of cessation of hostilities again, and as soon as I reject the thought as spurious and planted, a noise will go off. The doctor will suddenly clear his throat, someone will yell outside and the rest of the noisestalking bullshit that erupts as these designed moments. By then, they will have been hammering on this ideation for over six weeks, and for them, that is a big deal creating such a build up to have the entire spectacle fizzle out as if nothing happened, which is what I predict. I have been through over 15 such events before and have correctly determined the outcome each time; there are too many loose ends, and they never give up. End of tune, and hopefully the last time I mention this..

The reality is that they are jerking me around will everything else to build up the suspense; no job looking, resume submission, no training grant research and other things I am to be doing has "happened" since the New Year. And I am getting increasingly pissed off that all of these need to be done and I am not allowed to do this in support of some gigantic bullshit stunt. Now you know, it is most strange to not be one's self for no discernable organic reason.

There was plenty of annoyance and a few rage-ifications going on earlier this morning when making breakfast; the big event turned out to be a two-fer, two food items being started or finished at the same juncture and with their packaging remnants placed together in the garbage. And exciting moment for some assholes, but not for me. And the excitement was all over brown colored food; a new jar of peanut butter had to be stirred up to fold the oil into the nut butter, and a new loaf of gluten free bread was begun. And it "so happens" that the loaf end is much browner than the bread, and that the bread end must retain some additional color energies from this that the perps cannot yet detect from me in their remote energetics assay games. Hence the many slices that are tapered, extra thick or thin, or hollowed out. The perps want to increase the variance of the thicknesses, have the peanut butter equally viewable from each side of the bread through the extra large holes, or seek certain energetic nuances across the slice when it has non-parallel sides. Again, I get no interest from this, but am only reporting as to how fucking nuts they are, and this is closing on seven years of it. They won't come out of the closet, and will still keep up this beserk quest of nonconsensual human experimentation by remote methods.

Other additional perp games this morning were moving the jar of peanut butter by itself; laterally by 1/4", and then spinning it about the same. There was no applied pressure at the time, and these remotely applied movements were meant to be noticed as such. Just another day in captivity. I wonder if the recent peanut butter manufacturing woes and product recalls have anything to do with the perp's interest in this substance, color, oil content etc. Who knows, and I will be the last one with any information. The perps are also obsessed with oils in one's body and brain, and I suspect that some downtime from having it availible might be the covert plan behind it. Just speculations though, even if this is a ringside seat at the World Zoo.

1650h
The Chicken Run is done, the intensified gangstalk gauntlet to the supermarket to get hot cooked chicken. This is always of significant interest to the assholes and today was no exception. They even "readied" me with orange dressed gangstalkers in the same hue as the paprika on the chicken. They put on some freaks of the Unfavored demographic groups, hoodie and shades wearing shiftless dudes, skinheaded males, strange hats, large hats, redheads in shocking orange artificial colored hair to match the paprika it would seem on my way back, and four loitering Asians in the lobby and one negro at the checkout. Though to be fair, most gangstalkers were not freaks, but the usual placement behind vehicles, building corners, the arm flinging walk as well as the fast overexaggerated walk were the usual tells.

The routine with the Chicken Run is that I take the skin off the bird, eat some meat off the carcass and then put it away in the fridge for later inclusion in the tortillas, the only meal they allow me to make, and have also fucked with me so I "don't mind" this never-before sameness of meal choice (kunch and dinner). The assholes like me to eat the meat when it is hot and I have just taken it home likely because a minimum of cutlery is involved and that the meat hasn't sat on a plate or tortill in the frypan. Again, I make these observations from what has been so incredibly consistent. And it used to be that when the skin was removed from the meat they would jerk me around with the process all to get me rage-ified. Then for the last two years the assholes backed off, and it was a relatively peaceable process. Until today, they then decided to go beserk and have the chicken fall apart, they pulled meat out of my mouth and had it fall back on the cutting board 3x, meat would fall off "by itself", and a host of other extra-conventional gravitic fuckery to get my rage-ified. I haven't had a Chicken Run feeding quite so abusively scripted like this for at least two years, but they decided to at least get me going enough to render me to be intensely pissed off.

And as part of it, they added in plasma and maser games to distract my focus, orange glowing plasma for more color reference purposes, and also ensured that many pieces flipped off the board, and ensured the entire chicken "broke" into two halves before I got it out of the bag, and also had my usual and effective measures to extricate were foiled, and had my manually pull it from the bag. Normally, they have me pull it out with a fork, but that wasn't allowed. So... back to the grim Fuckover days of years past; some process, same stunts, and same outcome. Sounds like business as usual as I have come to know it.

And I suppose they will be all over me when I head out to the cleaning job at a nearby car dealership in some 20 minutes. They are laying on more cell phone gangstalker Fuckwits as well, no matter how absurd the scenario is, they like to ensure that I have some electromagnetic activity around me, especially the portable kind.

2235h
I got more imposed hassle when I got back from the cleaning job and was making tea, to have with chocolate. It is a high harassment moment, making tea and eating chocolate. Too bad I couldn't defer it, but instead, this nonsensical "need" comes over, and then it hassle time again.

And I did have my freakshow consort with me when out on the street, transiting to the cleaning job; the green haired mohawk haircut dude crossed the street to stand at the same intersection as me, going the opposite direction, and after crossing and with the No Walk pedestrian signal, he runs across the street to where I had just walked, yelling and shouting at no one, and then makes a 90 degree turn in front of me, still on the asphalt road surface and then runs across the street ahead of me. Freaking bizarre to say the least, doubling back for no reason after first waiting on the sidewalk. So.. with that freakshow ahead of me, I "chose" an alternate route, and of course I had my gangstalkers out for their strolls in red clothing.

And I got jerked around tonight to rage-ification levels, being fucked with as if I "forgot" in returning to my regular section to be cleaning at the car dealership. There were at least a half dozen forced "forgets", and I know I don't forget that kind of stuff, not even after the second time. I had four days off from my regular section and the fuckers then go into overdrive jerking me around. The usual; pulling things from my grasp, getting the order of tasks wrong when I have been doing it for over two months, then pulling some of the supplies out of my cleaning tray that I normally use changing up the routine, applying the wrong cleaning solution and the like. Fucking beserk the perps are today, and I don't have any basis to indicate they are backing off.

Other excitement factors for them today might be that I am wearing the green shirt that got laundered with yesterday's soaking towels from mopping the fucking toilet overflow games yesterday. I also started a new shaving blade and resumed a chest shave after not doing it yesterday. Or more likely, it is the combination that is driving the perps into beserk mode, and don't ask me to explain why as I don't know. Little things make huge differences for the assholes, and there is no sign of relenting any like they suggested they would be doing last week.

Anyhow, it is time to put this fugly day behind me, and ponder what nightime awakeness games they are going to pull tonight, and the dream invasion crap that they are also up to.

Not Allowed To Press An Elevator Button

1145h
The Chicken Run is done, and my posse of scum, Unfavoreds and plastics presentation was in force. And the hole in the floor of the supermarket is still there, and it seems they wanted me to see more of it this time by lifting up the plywood and placing it on edge by leaning it against something, to partially reveal the 8" of concrete slab and the fill underneath it. No one was working on it, and that makes it four days at least for this hole to "fix" a pip supposedly. Given the profusion of streetworks and excavations that go on around me, I cannot see that this would be anything different, except that it is indoors. I have already done such a job in the course of home renovations, at least twice, breaking up concrete to reveal the fill material underneath, and even dig down some more, and then infill it with concrete.

For those unfamiliar with how I use the term Chicken Run, it is the event of me going grocery shopping to purchase a hot cooked chicken which becomes my protien source for the next three to four weeks. Because of this longer term persistence of a food item, always of intense perp interest, the perps ususally engage in dispatching extra gangstalkers and perhaps arranged stunts.

I had my usual gangstalking parade around me for this 10 minute round trip; the faux vagrants, the surfeit of shiftless males with no seeming day job, the plastic "bag man" )gangstalker with plastic bags) "happened" to be the dude from the summer's daffodil bulb farm crew who at first paralleled me, and then went into lead-ahead gangstalk mode to cover me for two more streets to the front of the store, and then another sentry in black at the doorway with something white in hand, and I was in. Other Fuckwits were Asian males without day jobs, the stocking/stalking cart loaded with brown cardboard boxes and with a dude on his knees who later came by while I was at the dairy section, some 40' away. I got screwed into "thinking" (read, dithering of recall and substituted notions) that I needed two more tortilla packages when as it "happened" I had 1.5 on hand in the fridge. This way, they get to have me mix up the tortillas from different shopping visits, and get an unusually big thick stack of them in the fridge for extra brown color games. I got my dudes behind me at the checkout doing the breadstalking, and then getting into serious plastic bag noise rustling while I was keying into the debit card keypad and then paying. Regular readers will know that I am constantly noisestalked and otherwise messed with when paying for anything, at any location, by any transaction means (check, credit card, online, debit card etc.). And they know my password, and probably supplied it way back when, and routinely fuck with the debit card reader and my recollection of my password as well as the keystrokes. Just a simple activity and yet the fuckers keep up this insane and deranged stalking, surveillance and imposed dithering all over the act of financial transactions. They have been totally consistent with this since the overt harassment began with the Fuckwits standing behind me at the time.

Today's take-away absurdity was not letting me press the correct button on the elevator panel on the way back. There was two Asians doing the elevator exit split when I got into the building after another Asian holding the door for me on his exit. One elevator Asian went ahead, and the other cut in front of me to supposedly access the mailboxes. A lady preceded me into the elevator , and another dude was doing the huffing and puffing act as if he was pissed off about something. I was forced to reach across the two of them to access the elevator buttons. The huffing dude got off in the basement, and then the elevator returned to the main floor again in another form of elevator fuckery games. The lady beside me pressed two buttons, and as it "happened" I pressed the 4th floor, and she pressed the 6th (my intended floor) and the 8th. So in other words, they fucked me out of pressing the 6th floor button and had a Fuckwit/operative (British accent, Unfavored) press it for me "in error". This is one example of how utterly fucking deranged the perps are, and represents 6.5 years of accomplishment in harassing the living shit out of my life. As I have said before, they are functionally decomposing everything I do, every keystroke (hence relentless typo sabotage), everything I see and do to obtain some kind of bioenergetic signature from me. It is fucking sick as it is depraved. Even the 6th floor hallway elevator buttons have had the button light defeated, so there is no reminder that it was pressed. And of course they dither my recall to ensure that I press it more than once, especially when they delay elevator arrival. The in-elevator panel button light for the 6th floor is also not working. Too much of a coincidence, especially when the hallway elevator button light was stopped from working, then it was "fixed" and then it stopped working again in the last two months.

Other street action/gangstalkers was having a male skinhead at the front door when I was outbound, hiding him behind another workless dude doing the Socratic debate act in the apartment lobby that erupts all around me. Another street offering was the red plastic empty shopping cart, from a supermarket miles away, "happen" to be passing by as I crossed the street, the Fuckwit having split from his long haired Asian buddy in a sports jacket. These street acts are getting so tedious, repetitious as well as stupid. Another weird was a long haired male with wavy hair who crossed the street after me, and then positioned himself 5' back from the curb directly behind me in some state of designed bizarreness.

1530h
I have been getting my street shouters more often of late. I take this to be a left side source of male voice as invariably I cannot distinguish what is being said. Right side voice noise would be that from the hallway, and I get plenty of that, as well as pinging sounds, knocks and others of no ostensible cause. Though, the knocks, pingings and clunkings can come from any direction. It used to be that only the fridge knocked, but now it can be almost any noise. All fridges of the last four residence locations were making knocking noises as part of their repetoire, and yes, they were all different landlord supplied fridges. There are somewhere between 10 and 20 particular noises that each fridge had, and not all were associated with the compressor running; sometimes, like this fridge, "just knocks" anytime the perps "need" that noise to happen in my proximity. I suspect that many noises, especially that of voice, have an initial second or two of cognitive interest before one consigns it to a known source, or just plain perp games in my case. And it is that one or two seconds of cognitive "what is it" that the perps are plumbing for and likely represents brain stem level awareness, about the most basic part of one's cognitive apparatus. As the perps have been zapping me, and sending masers through my neck above my Adam's apple, I can only assume that they are still "at work" (read, depraved harassment from my perspective), in attempting to discover all of the brain's energies by remote means. They have me and my place crawling with maser filaments, beams and plasma beams, all magnetically controlled phenomena, so they aren't giving up anytime soon. I will often see the masers outside on the street, and I wouldn't doubt that they are back to their habits I came to know when they first struck in 2002, their propensity to send a maser beam through someone else in my proximity and have it pass through them to then pass into me. Once might feel a little pulse at the entry location, but not much. The whole body zappings, facial and head whacks of no ostensible cause, and fake touches are all more annoying, and they are making sure that I am plenty reactive (read, swearing at the assholes) these days. In fact, I would say they have escalated the torment since four days ago, on the weekend.

I finally got a call from the job training Opportunities fund manager in town, a training fund for the "disabled" (har, har) a week and a half after my first call to start the application process. This is the woman who discouraged me with a mound of paperwork, recommended another agency (that had no availible funds I later found out), for which I find that there is a straightforward 9 page form to fill out. As part of this "discovery" I find out that there is to be an assigned case worker to go through all the paper work in any event. What exactly this blatant deciet is all about is beyond me, save the general category of imposed adversity, but that covers nearly everything, including above mentioned elevator button lighting and even operating light switches.

I have only one more imposed adversity sponsor on my plate presently, and I hope to get a phone call soon. This second case came out of the blue, as I had an interiew with a recruiter and all seemed to go well, and she gave me the "starter package" of timesheets and the rest of the induction instruction booklet. Then five days later I get a kiss-off email from her stating that they can't help me. I was very flexible, save truly dull jobs that would go on for longer than two weeks or so, and I was clear that I wasn't expecting to get into my past database design career after a 6 year forced absence. And too, I gave a one statement minimal precis of this harassment and tormentors, and she didn't seem to fussed about that. Everything looked good to take on some temp work, and instead, I get crapped upon for no apparent reason. Which might be perp "code" for "don't bother to look for jobs, we have it planned", which is likely true, but they keep forcing me into untenable fiscal circumstances through the imposed chocolate consumption of some $275/month, all for their brown color games in the zone of their most intense focus, the inside of my mouth, only 1/2" from some parts of my brain (ventral prefrontal cortex ?).

Another perp stunt that "happens" often when there is the prospect of employment is for them to plant all manner of covetous purchases in mind. Back in late September when I was hopeful that known "for-sure" employers would contact me, (most didn't), the perps had it planned for me that I would donate to worthy TI causes, buy a scanner that takes slides and negatives, buy a graphics board for my PC and other upgrades and a few other items they have me regularly looking at. So much for all those planted acquisitional notions, and perhaps the next paying gig is in Febuary when the daffodil flowers get picked a piece rate among thieving co-workers. I picked daffodil bulbs for some two months in the summer on an hourly rate, and made enough to nearly clear my line of credit and get some safety toed boots (unused as of yet). I don't want to do the daffodil thing again, and if some abusive Fuckwit wants me there playing in the dirt and in howling gales, have them come in person with a briefcase of cash and drive me there to wander around and whatever else they want. Not my problem, and I don't see why I am involved in this abusive depravity without giving my permission.

The only answer to that is the ongoing stereo noise, the bass notes with flute music, and I suspect that I heard it before in another residence. Imagine, having overhead "neighbors" in multiple residence locations with the identical taste in music. Never mind the same overhead clunkings, kerchunk noise with the soft roll off and many others, going back to mid-2002 when they got into revealing more harassment methods. Now, it is overhead pounding of 12" of concrete floor/ceiling, which may signify a moment of importance to the Fuckwits.

1645h
But no phone call (per above) to clear up this mystery that was dumped upon me, and might yet become one of the first libelous jerkarounds they have laid on me as "happening" to many other TI's. The timing was perfect; on a Friday, and in effect, a four day weekend to have me mystified (read, perception of libeled), and lo, no contact today to continue this stunt for nearly a full week. Not even an email response, which tells me that this is obviously a "big deal", engaging in character aspersions and then avoiding contact. I wouldn't mind if it was just a made-up interpersonal tiff, except in this case the entire stream of jobs through this temp agency could become off-limits for all time. A major jerkaround to be sure. Even their Edmonton office expressed interest in me via the shared resume, so it is a huge mystery as to why I got a kiss-off email from this temp office after an encouraging induction.

1720h
Dinner is over and the onset of the noise is upon me, seeming to replicate the noises before dinner to a significant extent. That includes the monotonous stereo noise from a "neighbor". Now the overhead pounding has started up to be added into the noise mix. And more fake touches too, as if my arms are constantly brushing along something that isn't there. At lunch, I was 15" from the fridge as I walked by it into the kitchen, and the assholes made noise and planted the sensation as if I had brushed by it. This faked touching abuse is getting totally out of hand. It isn't the 4" away fuckery anymore, it is a total WTF source, an absurdity to say the least.

1805h
An overhead pounding noise came with a simultanous whole body zapping, and regular readers should know how much I like that; as in yelling at the assholes which was then followed with outside bus noise. Seems that they were ready.

1900h
Researchers show that plants can accumulate nanoparticles in tissues; an article that follows on my recent musings that nanoparticle intake just might be a problem for the perps, hence their obsession in having me wear gloves for certain tasks. Only twice did they let me have wet hands when picking daffodil bulbs this past summer, and it was in the last weeks of the job. My sense was that this was a test for soil nanoparticle intake, even fungi possibly, and they were attempting limited rain exposure with useless sodden gloves to regulate soil nanoparticle intake. Just speculation, but "nano" is a big buzzword of late.

More reading as I troll through my saved bookmarks and get popping sounds in the earmuffs I am wearing to keep out annoying persistent faint sounds that "erupt" much more frequently these days. One interesting site is Rupert Sheldrake and his "morphic fields" and the feature he calls "formative causation". The sickos like to set me up to identify causal source, either them or me, especially for the above mentioned fake touches that occur many hundreds of times per day. They like me to assign who did what, and frequently noisestalk me at this very moment, a common telltale of what they are interested in. Another concept he posits is "telephone telepathy"; I haven't finished exploring this one, but was keenly aware of the possibility when the perps set me up about four weeks ago with a recruiter and some "email problems" such that we were on the phone when I sent emails to her. She tried to send some back to me, but they were getting obstructed, even with another email address I have and rarely use.

2215h
More erupting faux male jocularity and street hollaring as I read "The Influencing Machine", a virtual copy from Dr. John Haslam's journals of 1810 that is depicted in the book, "The Air Loom Gang", the link at the right under Books. And then more earmuf wearing time, and when they get uncomfortable (read, imposed mind and body state condition), there is nearly always a hoarse mufflered vehicle doing its grind through acceleration for me to hear. Funny how that is, so consistent.

I think this one is done for the day, and I will publish this, even without extensive editing.

A Sleepy Saturday

1645h
I got a 10 hour sleep in last night, and that excess hasn't been enough to keep awake today. Not that I had a nap, its just that I am being contained in some kind of soporific slowdown while online. I was allowed out for a Chicken Run, the acquisition of a hot cooked chicken that becomes my major protien source for the next two weeks, added chopped into the tortillas that I eat 2x per day. Expect this to be another demotivated blog posting, like others recently, but without a preceding day of toil.And too, the sleepy stunts come with the assholes interfering with my vision, as if I really were going to sleep while seated at my desk.

Laundry was done earlier, another perp obsession. The laundry contained a combination of dusty work clothes from yesterday and shirts. The towels are being kept separate owing to the unresolved linting fuckery the perps have attached to them. They introduced their fucking dwarf to me, having the person arrive behind me while I was cleaning the lint trap in advance of using the dryer. The dwarf was with another woman of normal height who got into a defensive state as I had been intending to use the dryer, but unbeknownst to me, the dwarf's clothes were in the dryer and needed another round of drying. In other words, my intended plan to use the dryer was thwarted by one of the freakshow. Again, I don't know what the perp's fascination with dwarves is, but the have planted a number of them around me, and have now installed the dwarf as a nominal tenant on this floor, a resident of the Common Room #2 apartment where no end of improbable differing demographic acts originate. All the better that it opposite the laundry room door to have them loiter in the apartment entrance while I am in their proximity, accessing the laundry room. The perp's abiding fuckery over laudry is not over yet.

And for all that above grumping, someone removed my clothing from the washing machine and put them in the now-vacated dryer and started it going, presumably shelling out the $1.25 in quarters it needs to be started. And when I later went to check on the laundry, thinking that is was a partial time allotment, it was done. A rare freebie in my favor, such events being so rare that I can count them on one hand. The perp fascination with laundry extends as far as my out-of-town brother owing and running two commercial laundries, and I often wonder what the perps are so obsessed by this activity. Why not buy my cooperation and figure out their bioenergetic games in days instead of life-raping me for over six years now? Pure bloody minded depraved madness, all because they fucked up traumatizing me in the developmental years it would seem, if reading the consistency of their gangstalk and theatre games is anything to go by.

Or, as I have once remarked, that the payoff for all this harassment is so incredibly huge, that they are totally beserk about anything else, and cooperation isn't even a concept they would even consider. And what is their supreme objective? Taking a flyer, I reckon the complete control of all bioenergetic properties related to human and animal conscience, and even that of the Earth, and inanimate objects. This concept of consciousness in all things has been touted by many respected scientists, often physics specialists.

2030h
I had a forced nap for an hour earlier, as if I needed more sleep, which I don't. It is most strange being compelled to have a nap notion come over me, shutdown the PC, and lie down when there was no precursor sleepiness. One has to trust the compelling controllers to actually let me nap, and not be sucked into a fitful attempt where no sleep is attained. And the post nap teatime in the evening is the opportunity for the third chocolate bar of the day, something that is getting to piss me off all the more as it is totally unaffordable and outside my monthly budget. As far as the perps are concerned, I reckon it is their big events of the day, getting a brown substance in my mouth which is as close to one's brain as one can get. And did I mention that the perps are totally obsessed over all things brown; at least every other blog posting.

It has been a boring day so far, and I at times I am also grateful for that as I am not being harassed to a significant degree. It is indeed rare that I find solace in boredom, and this represents another distortion of my life that is imposed. The perps like to instill the sensation of boredom, and as mentioned in past blogs, have arranged the circumstances with my past employers for that to happen. Even yesterday they brought on a sensation of boredom on the conveyor line, having me in the fourth selecting spot and only a trickle of bulbs coming through at times. The sensation of boredom seemed to be remotely instilled, as it wouldn't of happened in the circumstance before overt invasive mind technology progress that they now enjoy. Sometimes the over-reactions are the tip-off it is more neural meddling from afar.

2130h
A long read about video store clerking, and then onto some other distraction. Which "happens to be" photonic entanglement, or quantum entanglement. Two entangled photons can instantly communicate 100,000 times faster than the speed of light some 18km away. The physicists don't have a explanation, and of course wouldn't embark on something so all-pervading as the luminiferous ether, or the omniplasma continuum. No sir, we cannot have boldness in science, as the "cold fusion", (terrible name, but replicated by others), guys got their asses kicked so bad that they set an example for scientific intolerance that will take us back to the nonsecular days of imprisoning leading thinkers who defied the status quo. But there is a certain allowance for the quantum mechanics world to discover some strange particle behavior, as long as they don't go outside their pen. As one contained within a pen by depraved assholes who haven't yet discovered that they haven't fucked my life up enough for 54 years (including 6 years of overt harassment), I just wonder if the said assholes aren't attempting to energetically solve the phontonic entanglement at my expense. The assholes are highly advanced in the physical sciences and operationally manipulate the ether around me for harassment purposes, which would be termed research to them. Anyhow, I am bored and this is one of those imponderable musings that I am passing on to my readership, if I have one.

I notice the typo sabotage is getting more specific; here is a short list of harassment fuckery they like me to suffer through of late, and of course, yell at them when they fuck me into making the same mistake three times in succession, another never-before behavior;

• to add a space with the space bar after forced me to needlessly delete it
  
• piss me around in making contractions, especially the placement of the apostrophe
  
• piss me around when typing a word suffix, e.g. ion, ly, ing, ed, s or es.

Which tells me that the assholes have a long way to go; like years of this abuse before they can extract what they are after when I am typing any given letter or symbol. And having me needlessly nap isn't going to make it happen sooner. Call it the functional decomposition rape show.

2310h
More web troving, this time a Madonna fix. now that she is 50 y.o.. I don't go for disco/electronica music much, but I have a healthy respect for her talents and ability to bring in new themes into her life.

Time to call this one done for this dull day.