Skunk Trip

1250h
An earlier visit to a work wear store where I get a discount due to my out of town brother's business ownership. But it was a bust; they didn't have any quality walking shoes, my deemed replacement for the runners that were discovered to have the sole partially worn off. It was a 15 minute city walk in each direction, and there was the usual arranged vehicular gangstalking in color configurations. The ambulatory gangstalking was on the light side, much like an expectable normal number of pedestrians out in that neighborhood. The big event at the store was to have a monster motorcycle out front, and the thuggish owner at the shoe section where I was looking. And lo, after exiting the store, there he was at his motorbike and doing the startup noise and roaring off, then circling the block to catch me in the opposite direction one further block away. I also looked for more shirts of the kind I like and the selection was piss poor. A total skunk as they say in sports fishing, catching nothing. Onto other stores and endeavors to see what kind of shoes are availible. One possible outlet is on my way to work, and the perps do love me to stop in stores along my walking beat. All the better to evaluate in-store versus out-of-store energetic interactions.

1305h
A noise campaign started up; a thumpy stereo from above (12" of concrete and steel), that can even get through earmuffs, wind howl through the base of the sliding balcony door, duly timed to "happen" after I pulled the preventitive masking tape off it a week ago, clunking from no ostensible source outside, faux water noise in the pipes and likely a few others. It is alway difficult to know as to keep the earmuffs on and suffer the noise that gets through, or just take them off and take on the noise at full volume. Invariably an annoying noise will erupt and "cause me" to put on the earmuffs. Obviously, this is a big moment for this noise confluence. And to add to that, a Harley-like motorcycle noise has just erupted, the most annoying noise of all. It doesn't even look stormy outside, and yet this micro-storm erupts outside this apartment, now lapsing into wind whine instead of the howl that was "prevented" (read, playing the perp games) by adding a new length of masking tape to the sliding door sill after doing battle with it as the tape wouldn't unspool properly. What the perps find in these constant games with adhesive tape I don't know, but it is so consistent that it becomes a subject of derision; seven years of abusive life rape and here they are, putzing with fucking adhesive tape and complementing its application with multiple noise sources.

1600h
Another round of doing month end financial accounting just ended; it was another brute force fuckover and plenty of yelling at the assholes due to cognitive dithering, finger control sabotage, typos, strange Quicken behavior, and a few extra debits "showing up" that weren't there the last time I looked at the display. Plus, my online bill payment didn't respond with a confirmation, and that will neccessitate a phone call to fix that problem. There have been far too many email and online glitches of late, and I cannot think how it could be so when such a concentration of glitches never happened BOH (Before Overt Harassment, 04-15-2009). As I wound up the abuse session with the assholes, the church bells started up for some 10 minutes and the wind howled outside. Truly a momentous event for a depraved sicko. It is totally insane I cannot be left alone to do this exercise in relative calm and organic competence.

Earlier, I got a phone call from the place that I ordered two shirts from, making out that he was going to resolve the email "problem" that erupted, and he mentioned that he had an email address with a letter "k" in it, which is not correct, not what I entered, and not what the first correspondent from the same firm indicated. (And it so happens, is that letter "k" is the one letter the perps never let me handwrite properly). Anyhow, just another well timed call, often at the end of a certain person's blog page, or else after a category, say, TI blogs. They do like it when I am reading blogs from other TI's, and an overhead rumbling noise was cranked up in advance.

1610h
Onto the science of remotely applied forces and mind-fuck games. Laser light used to make brain gamma waves; I don't get lasers aimed at me often, though to be fair, I assume they are plasma beams because there are so many anomalies in magnetic behavior around me, not to mention 400x normal readings in 2002. But this might be the reason I get headlights directed at me, and so many Fuckwits sitting in their vehicles at the curb with their headlights on. And never mind the extra light sources in the daytime from nightime lighting that happened to stay on. All to seeming create gamma oscillations for the Fuckwits to remotely detect, especially around the brain stem area where they are still at it, even a year later.

Getting zapped and laser/plasma beamed at the same time? Old stuff for me, having been through this particular fuckery after being hunted down in the streets of Seattle in 2002 with these very devices. What the perps needed most was to get their sickos in reasonably close to get a better energy read off me to then calibrate the zapper device. I had no idea such devices were availible, let alone trained on me for some Fuckwit's jollies in pissing me off. I actually saw one person near me get nailed instead of me as I had just started to move and the beam nailed this woman 2' from me in the doctor's office waiting area. This is the kind of sick shit they do, hunting down innocent victims to nail with zapping beams. I haven't had one for a few months, save the odd "static electricity" like zapping of my hand when grasping an object. Hard to know if that means progress or not.

2235h
I did my cleaning job tonight, and Saturdays are when I get to arrive earlier and get a few extras done. For the first time in a week the entire Service area floor got wet mopped, normally I only do high traffic areas, save obvious spills. I was the bait for this series of vignettes to play out; one of the saleswomen appeared to have consumated a deal with a E. Indian couple with a small child in tow. I got to see them at her desk, then later at the other side of the building through the glass door of Service that I was cleaning, and later through the upper windows of the Service upstairs area. Later, I was vacuuming in the upstairs Sales admin and the saleswoman happened to replicate my activities in part by first going to the cleaning closet, getting a plastic bag, then walking past me in the hallway and going back to the lunchroom that I had just vacuumed. A short time later she was on me again, happening to pass by me with the vacuum set up outside an office she dropped something off at. The buzz from the perps was this was an exercise in detecting her energetic interaction with the E. Indians via me being exposed to her. Anyhow, it is all too complicated, though it could explain why the perps often pull E. Indians and negroes from my proximity in short order.

Other games was the boss man changing his story; I told him about the mysterious tar patches "showing up" in the Service area that were uncleanable a few months ago. He told me it was the "floor man's problem". Fine. Then yesterday he started scraping them off with a knife, and today when I asked him about whose responsibility these tar patches were, he says the floor man only does linoleum, and as these were ceramic tiles it was up to me to clean them. Another story change, and who knows what the deal is, save the perp's obsession over petroleum, tar and asphalt products.

On the glitch path, my attempt to resolve the above curious online bill payment was itself glitched; the "phone network" was busy for crissakes. I never had so many problems with glitches before, and now they are compounding.

And the planted ideations about summer employment seemed to have abated. I applied for a vineyard laborer job as it would be a perfect complement to my once wine making interest. For the next two days after emailing my resume they kept planting notions as to how the job might be and what I would be doing. All this without hearing a peep from the prospective employer. Now, six days later still no word, but for me, that is "normal"; no further contact. But why all these planted ideations that are totally useless for a scripted job that did not materialize? I don't get it, save the FUD angle; keeping me in the murk. And now the job notion is to send off my resume for some inside warehouse jobs, but when it came time to do this, some other online distraction erupted. All the fakery and fuckery over this topic, and then the ideations as to what the job might be like; totally absurd.

This one is done for the day, dull as it has been.

Back to Surreality

1610h
A morning spent outside at my perp abetting parents' place; digging over the compost, always a perp attraction of the first order. There are two compost bins (of plastic) and one pile that I created, added a composting accelerant and covered it over with black plastic about 5 weeks ago. It was the latter pile that I dug over and relocated as a new raised bed has to be built this year. I did a 4'x4' one last year, this one is to be 4'x8'. So... all that compost shovelling and then adding some in from one bin to see if its success could be replicated in the pile I had moved. My mother also did some mixing between the bins as well. I don't know what the perps interest is in compost, but it would seem that they have been working on it since 2000 when the on/off girlfriend, Ms. C. of the story, took her Master Composter's course at a local community college. She was an earth mother/gardener type, so it seemed fitting at the time. Little did I know that it seemed to be part of a larger plan, but then again, I had no idea I was so important to so many with such abusive methods with so little apparent presence. Something like that.

Just to think; all this over the fact that they just might have been laying on the abuse some 50 years ago when aged 2 to 5 and couldn't prevent subconscious traumatization associations, and are still attempting to determine thses neural energetic signatures because it represents a problem for further mind fuckery.

I actually have a little bit of percieved freedom while in my parents' backyard; even my obviously gangstalking father is away at his supposed adult day care. The reminders are the coincident noises that are timed to my shovelling, touching the plastic cover, picking up the tools or other objects (often plastics), and other "high moments" for the shadow abusers/clowns.

Then when I drive down the bus stop with my mother, why, all the vehicular traffic patterns and formations are in place, and too, street works. This time it was an asphalt paving job at an interesection, and I had to wait for the inevitable lines of color coordinated traffic that strangely aggregated in a residential area at 1300h. Regular readers and most TI's will know that the perps have a fixation about asphalt and petroleum products, and it seems this is exceedingly important that I get exposure to new and old surfaces, usually in proximity to each other. And too, it was another freakshow on the bus today, and some 40 passengers when I would expect about 10 to 15 at that time of week day, Mondays in particular. I had my Unfavored ones; red-hair, geriatrics, strange dudes, obesers and they did like to wear red today. At least four "reds" clustered around the driver wearing red, and then came the foxy Asian babe wearing tight white shorts, knee high stockings, a red top with a white vest over top, lovely big eyes and she even shot me a look before boarding the bus. (How did she pick me out, or more like why; she was 25 and I am almost 55.) I suppose she was the redemptive one, a Favored babe in Unfavored colors. I am also getting plenty of mid tone blue gangstalkers of late, ones who are wearing a similar thin blue fleece jacket like my own, as it is the current jacket that I am wearing on these fabulous sunny days we are now having.

I finally sucumbed to the mind-fuck games and ordered two tan through shirts; the perps have me pumped up on getting a summer job outside, and this riff of exuberance extended to making the online purchase. And too, they wouldn't let me do anything else; I wanted to read the online news, and they kept scrambling my attention so I couldn't read. Another $100 in the hole, and I didn't need it. Fucking tiresome, not to mention that any employment initiatives have been a big zero so far. And of course the employment activity has to be moderated by keeping this disability bullshit going, though I suspect it may run its course this year. And another stunt that I expect would be that they would want me to pay it back if I am too able bodied. This intense and all encompassing netherworld that I live in is nothing but constant perversity and abusive psychopathy (theirs).

[Update; the transaction "failed" somehow as no confirmation message was recieved as indicated]. Could this be a online equivalent to debit card transactions at the checkouts also "failing" and forcing a re-entry? Funny how it happens more often than it did pre-overt harassment, 04-2002.

2320h
An evening of playing PC builder again, something the perps get endless benefit from, all the Windows select, copy/cut, and paste action, not to mention using the search as an alternative to getting the link. I got mind-fucked into "thinking" I hadn't started a blog posting today, and lo, at the last minute I happen to notice that this was begun, and I haven't divulged today's oddities, freaks, and other strange occurences. Even the one hour part time cleaning job at the car dealership brings on all sorts of subtle and not so subtle feints. Here it is too late to get into a serious posting.

And too, I see anonymous has a number of interesting comments which I decided to publish as there isn't the time to write up responses tonight. All good comments, and nothing is inferred by my not replying to them; hopefully tomorrow I can peruse and respond.

Four Hour Sleep

1245h
My usual short Monday night sleep record was kept intact by the perps keping me awake in bed in attempting to go to sleep, and then an inordinantly early getup time of 0700h. I reckon I had four hours of sleep. The usual parade of noisy vehicles was scripted while awake, for the hour before getting up. As soon as I got to the window and opened the curtain, why all the "traffic noise" suddenly abated and there was just the odd sedan. Nothing new there, and the likely scenario is that the traffic noise was projected and artificial, and then when the deemed causal source is investigated, then no more noise as it is patently absurd to have that much passing by at 0700h, and to have it that loud six stories up.

There were some strange dreams added into the nightime mix, nothing too dramatic or perturbing thankfully. The earlier than usual awakening has given me plenty of early online time this morning, and it fits the progression of some of my regular news and blog reading to be slowly shifted from evening time to post noon. There are certain categories of news, e.g. cinema, that were only read at the evening time going back a few months, and of late there has been plenty of morning time where this last resort of news and blogs reading has progressively been "happening" earlier each day. Not a big deal for me, just a note of the very careful goings on in this scripted life.

My perps let me in on why they are so cranked up about the dusk onset, and pull all manner of stunts then to test me all the more. This is the period at which one's vision shifts from the use of cones (see in color and detail), to predominantly rods (more light sensitive). Anyhow, it is not a big deal to me, but ask the perps and you will get a different response.

This is a Tuesday, and is my gym day, scheduled for 1430h, and when I walk a half hour to the recreation center with huge swarms of gangstalking vehicles around me, always color coordinated. There have been plenty of pictures of this in past blogs, and now it "so happens" that I "forget" to take my camera each time. Which suggests it was really only for the perps, as it seems they can co-opt cameras for their own remote energy assay purposes, even if switched off in my pocket.

The all-quiet order has gone out for abating noise, save the odd selected one added into the mix and usually timed with select, cut, paste, link and other Windows commands. I see that the perps are getting ready for more concrete pouring within my view, some 400' away, and appear to be working on getting better distance dependent readings of me and whatever energetic interaction I have with concrete. And it seems that having roads and other concrete surfaces left unused is a big deal, hence games like the library strike in town, going on for at least three weeks now. The intersection where the perps poured new sidewalks, paved and patched with asphalt, Fort and Lee streets for locals, is usually arranged to have six or more gangstalkers arranged around me each time I am returning from gym. Before completion of this street works project on my walking beat, the perps had plenty of extra "workers" standing around this intersection, and one even assigned to sit down on the concrete sidewalk while the ashpalt workers were busy all around her. It is simply amazing the degree of careful planning that goes on in scripting my life, only outdone by the need to be surrepticious and furtive. Why can't they come out of the closet? This is a question all TI's have, and there is no specific reason except the generality that whatever the objective is must be so important that they will forgo any efficiency and conduct themselves covertly instead, even if the cost and project duration is at least two orders of magnitude greater.

Now the noise has started up; the faux neighbor water usage in ons and offs, sirens, heavy duty vehicles and brake squealing. In concert, the perps have dried out my mouth, something they often do, as it seems that this facet of the brain cannot be understood in energetic terms. Hence the operatives with their mouths hanging open, eating food, moving their tongue around in their mouth, chewing gum, spitting, or otherwise displaying their mouth contents. This is the "open mouthing" habit/method, and it is near universal for those operatives that are most proximate, say, 10' or so.

1650h
I am back from gym, and have finished my tea and chocolate, always a big event for the perps in their "browning around". I had the usual color coordinated 500 to 1,000 gangstalking vehicles and at least forty parties of ambulatory gangstalkers there and back, when half that was "normal". The perps were big on orange colored gangstalkers, on the street, and two buzzing around me in the gym. The gym class was a three freak event; Fatboy, Ethnic Gut and New Bald were featuring themselves in about equal measure, meaning that anytime I looked up or around, they were planted in my vision. There were some other freaks there as too; the Regular Granny, the Down's Syndrome person and another skinhead. Of that group, Ethnic Gut and Regular Granny were on me again when I exited and was headed out. More of the gangstalkers are reprising outside, and then loitering around me when inside the gym. Fatboy was on lead-ahead gangstalk mode when I was headed to the gym for the last block. Yet another designed coincidence.

More gym gangstalkers are wearing their outside clothing inside; these Goretex anoraks and cycling jackets are still being worn when the fucker is circulating around me. And more of the fuckers are going out of their way to come by closer rather than taking the shorter route. Other games were putting on at least two gangstalkers to stare at me for no reason. And the perps kept me off the treadmill, whacking my hands for no reason except to be abusive, and the routine is that I bail on the exercise when that fuckery is applied to me. There was at least one dude parading around in his orange shirt; I couldn't quite figure out why he was acting so spaced out after having done some exercise just before. It seems that the rare energetic gangstalker also likes to strut around and do nothing at specific intervals. All part of the deal, only about 20% of them are actually doing anything at any one moment, the rest are in transit or standing around. Nothing new there since the harassment started, as I have never seen anything like it before, and I worked out in many gyms in Everett, Seattle, New York even, and other locations.

And lo, if the above mentioned Fort and Lee street intersection wasn't the site of more street works, which must be the fourth or fifth time that they have "reworked" their maintenance and upgrade of the sidewalk, crosswalk, adjacent asphalt, and on-demand pedestrian traffic control. The dudes were cutting the asphalt with a specialized cutting device, and shut it down as soon as I was proximate, and then the dude followed me with the asphalt cutter and its leading rotary blade, and then "needed" to cross the street with it, even if he hadn't finished his task at the first location. And the setup was that he shouted out to his (purported) buddy across the street and the perps managed me to jump in reaction to hearing this from close behind me when I did not expect it. And I don't jump much as I am quite familiar with all the ongoing fuckery, but the perps managed my "reaction" again, a stunt that is becoming of increasing use. Two weeks ago they used a kid to scream for no reason some 3' behind me, and again fucked me into a shocked "reaction" with a turn around to see what the source of the noise was.

On this particular project, the perps have put in new sidewalk at each corner, about 80' total, and have paved at least three times, maybe more. They even repaved over their paving, lifting up about a 2" depth and repaved this as a patch, all for no discernable reason as far as I could tell. So here they are, cutting up the asphalt, and then chasing me with the asphalt cutter. This stunt has been done before, where they walked past with the concrete cutter on their way to the work that had been completed. This project does not include the adjacent house they tore down, and having left it for at least two months, they put the excavator on today, that big yellow mass behind the green steel mest fence.

And as predicted above, the perps put on at least 10 ambulatory gangstalkers around me when I crossed the Fort and Lee intersection. This seems to be the one where they have invested the most gangstalking of all the three public works projects that "erupted" on my walk to the OB Rec. Center for gym. They even put on a wretched cyclist gangstalker, riding on the sidewalk when there was a cycle lane. Can we get any more fucking obvious than this?

And at my end of town where there is still a block long public works project in progress, seen in some of the pictures, and also augmented with pointless ashphalt patching as well, the perps have poured some more concrete for the new sidewalks, which is something they wanted me to see between the gangstalking vagrant parties they put on for the last half block. Not only were they vagrants, but also native Indians with large guts, another case of "gutstalking", with brown skin. As an accompaniment, they also put on a young attractive woman in a goofy brown hat and a light brown jacket as a seeming reference for "aura" or what ever is the reason the perps interleave the Favored (she) and the Unfavored (vagrants, brown skin (brown anything)). And to add to the moment, they also put on siren noise, and followed up with more once I got to my apartment.

And I notice that the perps are putting on more large excavation equipment around me, or other large mass vehicle. Yesterday at the lumber yard they had a forklift with a load of cedar fence sections on it and ran it past me. Today, they put on a huge Caterpillar loader for loading up the steel mesh fence for separating the street works project some 20' away. They could of used a pickup truck, but no, they had this large logging-like loader with forks mounted on it rather than a bucket. As mentioned above, they also had an excavator working behind a steel mesh fence on my outing. All were yellow colored, and I am sure this was part of the arrangement; attempting to tease out my neural yellow responses with a high mass yellow painted vehicle.

And speaking of responses and testing; the perps were flashing a red plasma beam at me as I was walking toward Fort and Lee intersection, the above mentioned locus of perp excitement over their asphalt and concrete construction. The plasma beam stayed about 4' in front of me and was pulsing about every two seconds and it did not matter where I looked, it was in the same place in my central vision. This is not the first time this has happened at this location, but it is getting fucking tedious.

Time for some unsubstantiated news, but making some very curious assertions. The author claims that the Rwanda genocide event of 1994 was directed by US military mind control aircraft, and even has some pictures of them. Then he further suggests that the same kind of activity is going on in Bagdad, particularly the looting of the antiquities. While speculative, it is interesting in that it seems to fit a pattern that I have noticed, that there are too many odd events going on that defy rational explanation.

2100h
The aspiring fim project took a new turn tonight; she came by to lay the task on me, something I thought was going to happen, as why would she write me a script and no one else? This project is detailing the lives of the residents of this Chelsea Apartments, in a fashion that Warhol did in the Chelsea in New York City. I have to pull a 10 minute script together for next week.

She did purchase the book titled the Air Loom Gang, one that I promote on the panel to the right, as it refers to organized harassment over 200 years ago, a little more on the blatant side as the regular harassors used a loom part that they directed toward their victim, James Tilley Mathews. An excerpt from the book is at this site. The concept is that I develop a script which draws from the Potemkin Village metaphor, the Air Loom Gang and my own experiences.

And while talking to her the perps were doing something horrid to me, making me feel "floaty" which means they were de-energizing my temporal lobes again. I cannot count the number of times they have done this to me, and they appear to want to do this in more critical situations for them. And for the the ten minutes she was here, they sucked the moisture out of my mouth and also added some kind of off-flavor too. Just another day dealing with the sickos.

2235h
I made some updates to the template and added some more TI stories, one being a dairy. It is unbelievable what the perps are doing to Matti Koski in Finland, and Canada before that, and it has gone on since 1979. All the while I was adding his sites to my template the perps were pounding the floor/ceiling overhead by dint of some fuckery, as it is 10" of concrete. And they were adding in street shouting and hallway sourced clunking sounds as if it were noisey locks and door closures. This is common; reading other TI's blogs or stories will always get me noisestalked in some way, and usually multiple sources.

Time to blog off for the day, and call this one done. Maybe I will get some sleep tonight, and I seemed to have not missed any sleep on account of last night's jerkaround.

Pounding Concrete

1040h
It is both siren time and overhead concrete floor/ceiling pounding time. A simultaneous high and low frequency noises and some vibration thrown into the mix. The perps have been busy on the latter; before allowing me to sleep they gave me a simultaneous zapping and overhead pounding, and then pounded some more after that, without the zapping. Then, about 0400h they woke me up to hear more overhead pounding. Just another night in orchestrated hell.

Once up, they then spoiled my cereals by curdling the milk, causing all of it to be thrown out with the packaging of other breakfast items that also "coincided" with the morning's events. If that wasn't enough, they made sure to keep me rage-ified with faked touches, stun-outs, going to the wrong location for everyday kitchen items, then inundated me with bread crumbs again, and adding more after I cleaned them up. As the coup de gras, they enraged me and at that moment directed my attention to look at some dumbshit face on the coffee packaging that "happened" to be facing me for the first time after the packaging was recently "upgraded". Obviously, looking at faces, humans and animals all day on the internet isn't good enough, so they changed up the coffee packaging and pulled this morning's stunt, no doubt the work of months of effort on their behalf. Time to buy a new line of coffee perhaps, though I will get to know if that is possible by the managed "forgets" that are so numerous of late.

Anothe event that likely had the perps excited yesterday, and likely for the next few days was that they set me up for a $50 bill, of red-orange color here, to be placed in my wallet. This was my mother's payment to me yesterday for undertaking the recent gardening and tree thinning. The color and quantity of paper money is very important to the perps, and I have countless wallet "disappearances" and stealings to confirm that. (The lastmost wallet theft was to steal both US and Canadian currency, and while working in Seattle for 3.5 years, I had both currencies in my wallet). This would the first $50 bill the perps have allowed me to carry in my wallet since 2003 when it was availible at the ATM's. Then, the ATM's switched to green $20's thereafter.

1200h
Another overhead pounding with a simulltaneous zapping, and me, as in mind-controlled me, yelling at the assholes. This was timed to the slow unfolding of the display of this web page. I am fucking pissed beyond all means of quantifying it as to getting zapped. I hate getting fucking zapped, is that clear enough, especially over the instrangient attitude over fucking up this nonconsensual human experimentation in my developmental years, the central reason I have been subjected to this fucking ongoing atrocity in the first place.

1320h
Cue forced yawning as I type the time. This is not unusual to have yawns forced on me at the transition of activities, in this case, from reading blogs to entering this drivel as I type.

My in-town brother was to come by and enlist me for more Windows lessons, but not even a phone call. This is not unusual, keeping me in place to delay me in retrieving my camera from the lost and found at the bus depot. My mother has a vaguely stated arrangement to meet tomorrow, again, these no-shows from her quarter are nothing new, and has the same effect of foiling other plans. I will be off the gym shortly, and then a haircut after that, which is a danger as the assholes have forced a "forget" in attending to one activity on the heels of another. Back to one event per outing, should I be allowed to recall that dictum next time, but I doubt it. There are too many managed "fuckups" these days, even if there is "improved" recall of late, usually inconsequential associations that get planted into mind.

The perps are still trying out red plasma flashes in my central vision; they still seem to be testing my aversion to this, and sometimes there isn't an aversion most oddly. For all the red flashes and stroboscoping, and my instant dislike, I cannot trust this reaction is my own as I have never had such an immediate loathing of red plasma flashes before. I have no idea as to what the assholes are doing, but if past patterns are a guide, they seem to be remediating me of having any adverse reactions to red plasma flashes. First of all, I didn't know I that I was adverse to pulsed red light until the harssment began, and as I mentioned, when my reactions are also managed, I still cannot be entirely sure. Only their 6 year long pursuit tells me that this might be an intrinsic reaction. I still don't get it; why am I being remediated for a condition, a rare one at that before the overt harassment began, that I didn't know I had? Then onto other colors next I assume; the brown plasma flashes and stunts have begun, and the loud obnoxious orange clothing on the ambulatory gangstalkers has also been noticed.

And more posting of the "just standing there" assholes of late; while at the grocery store yesterday, one white haired elderly fuck in black was 6' from the checkout, and had aligned himself with the checkout line, with two of his confreres in front of me, one taking a whole lot of time to depart. He was leaning against the stainless steel surface of the recycle bins, of no apparent purpose. This would be another example of the "no needed cover story" policy; a year ago, he would of pretended he was a waiting husband of one of his checkout line conferes, but no longer. Someone in the perp command decided that more shiftless sentries standing about is OK. Which always begs the question, who are they fooling?

1910h
This is the post-mealtime jerkaround, and I got shown a new combination phenomenon. A faked burp, whereby my stomach heaves up and down and pounding an roaring in my ears at the same time. And no actual burp. Call this new terror-tory from the perps, dishing out new bodily autonomic acts that are poor representations of the real thing, by design of course.

I did my gym class today, and then followed with a haircut. This was the excuse for the intense gangstalking at the gym it would seem; these same four assholes must of wandered past me, or positioned themselves doing nothing next to me, at least six times each. One with purple shoe laces no less, another in jeans fipping his water bottle around and not even exercising, and another in white, and constantly hanging around me, returning after I moved away. Fucking rude. Finally, I went on the treadmill 60' away, where there is no room for loiterers, and one of them paraded by me there too. I also got some freaks of the Unfavored; male ponytail and bob, red hair, the shiftless fucks hanging around and making sure I notice them, and my in-class regulars, Mr. Ethnic Gut and Mr. New Bald. The latter fucker was all over me and hanging in the proximity of the attractive female coach. Also, Mr. Alkie of the class, a two time gangstalker yesterday, was featuring himself to a lesser degree. That left only one other class member who wasn't freakish, but he has this spaced-out look all the time, and doesn't appear to go out of his way to get into my line of sight. That is probably why, only the Unfavored weirds get featured the most.

The perps are putting on at least 10 ambulatory gangstalkers per intersection now, even the high school "kids" are on the job, three girls all holding hands as they walked along in front of me with three male kids behind me in some kind of defacto gangstalking posse. Fucking bizarre to say the least. And I notice that the perps are putting on a brown colored bus to deliver a team a minute ahead of my arrival. Until today, it was a yellow school bus that dropped them off, and after a few weeks it stayed for the hour duration of my workout, there when I arrived and left as well as being visible through the glass panels of the gym. It seems that the perps have moved up the color difficulty chain, and have used a light tan brown metallic finish charter bus as of today, and having it sit there for all of the workout.

And having a haircut is always a big gangstalking event; all those samples from my hair, and having this dude close in for 20 minutes. And for the perps, I am sure the red colored chair was another bonus, for whatever that means to them. The stylist was sitting in the chair when I arrived 20 minutes early, and I suppose that was part of the gangstalking arrangement. The perps like to have specific individuals sit in the chair before I use it, or afterward.

I had my constant stream of color coordinated gangstalking vehicles; some 500 to 1,000 mobile vehicles, and at least half that number parked. There wasn't any spectacular driving stunts of note today, though the perps are getting brave with putting on light metallic tan brown colored vehicles, now moving up to having clusters of three at a time, in file or over two lanes, usually with a consort of white, black and silver grey colored vehicles as a color reference set.

And I am sure the big event of the day for the perps is that I paid cash for the first time in two months; a green $20 to the stylist and two blue $5 for the groceries I needed to get, one item being goat's milk as a consequence of curdling it this morning. And lo, if they didn't change up the packaging; now in a carton and half the size, the fuckers are taking me off the plastic containers for milk, something they already did once. Fucking bizarre.

I don't know what the Dutchboy hats are all about, but I hand another gangstalker on me with a fugly orange backpack paralleling me, then tailing behind for some 15 minutes of walking. The weird had a Dutchboy hat, as did the bus transit "supervisor" riding the bus yesterday in his ridiculous dayglo vest and his Dutchboy hat with brown noteboard in hand with white paper clipped to it. I couldn't imagine what in the fuck he was really doing, pretending to log something about the passengers when they came on. I also had my weekly guitar stalking today as well; one ambulatory gangstalker was packing by holding it at the neck in it black soft fabric case, about the most inconvenient way to carry it any distance.

The construction projects on my walking route are starting to wind down; the crosswalk and lane closure job still has the MIO (Men in Orange overalls) "electricians" still putzing with wires and kneeling down on the 2 week old concrete, not unlike last week's "flag girl" who was sitting down on the concrete at the very same location in the middle of the active paving job all around her. It looks like some paving was done yesterday at this location, making it the third time they have paved parts of the same intersection. They grind out some asphalt out and replace it, not seeming to be of any purpose but to create more vintages of ashphalt, usually about two weeks apart, at the same location, and at street width length, 3' wide, two strips offset by 90 degrees. Yesterday's paving was in place for me to walk on when I went to see the doctor. I have yet to understand the perps' fixation over these two common construction materials, but it is likely key to being able to remotely harass and mind control someone while they are driving.

On another long public works project the perps dumped a small load of ashphalt onto the street while I was outbound, having me walk around the truck as it was in the middle of the crosswalk, and lo, when I got back, the pile of ashphalt was still there, some 1.5 hours later. Freaking bizarre from what I know about the street works. The perps have extended this five month street project I noticed, and are digging up another thoroughfare, something they have done at the same location about three months ago. Anyhow, it looks to be that these street works projects are being extended and enhanced for reasons that don't make a whole lot of sense.

2110h
More games in messing with my email; the counter of how many items in my Inbox has been incremented by one, to seven, even though I cannot find these unread messages. This is third time my counter has been incremented and no email has been recieved. This would happen sometimes in my working days, I never could figure out how the email counters on mainframe email got out of kilter. Now I know; I have an organization on me all the time, specializing in such dumbfuck pranks. Fucking bizarre, and highly annoying, as I will now be offsetting this from the number of real messages I get, oddly infrequent these days.

2125h
Anothe zapping with a coincident overhead pounding. How many times do I have to tell the assholes, I hate getting zapped; get your gutless faces in here and tell me why I am being fucked with all the time.

Before above mentioned outrage, there was a series of three sirens over five minutes, one being varied in many unfamiliar ways, slowed down, stopped, restarted and other bullshit juvenile games. Now a fourth siren.

2140h
Here is a piece about new methods to evaluate human hair and its geographic origins based on oxygen and hydrogen isotopes of the water that a person has drunk in recent times. I suppose the perp lead-in is that I got my haircut today, but this might also explain why the perps have a fixation on what water I drink and how much. They nearly always demineralize and blandify my purchased water, it only tastes any good within the first few hours of purchase. And it might explain why the perps are putting on tours of the Victoria watershed, and that one of their hiking trails was over top of the city's water supply pipeline. They also limit my water intake as well; I was a six glass per day water drinker, and now it is barely one. I am hoping that the assholes are keeping me properly hydrated, as I have only rare instances of being thirsty, also a manipulatable condition I have come to know. I have a suspicion the perps can inject or extract bodily liquids and even water directly into their victims, and I would not be too surprised that I am getting supplied directly by means of remote control of materialization.

2310h
Time to blog off, having cleared up a number of bookmarked videos that were hanging around.

Hissing and Rumbling

1230h
The simultaneous hissing and rumbling noises are from the recycling garbage truck that arrived below, some 20 minutes after having lunch. I am now allowed to eat fruit again, and picked up a small bag of local kiwi fruit. This added "dimension" might be what all the post-mealtime digestion period noise is all about. The perps have had me off fruit since 01-2007 or so, and have only supplied it judiciously when I have visited family. They tell me there are reverse electron spins on the fructose molecules, and I have no idea if this is true or not. I was a regular kiwi fruit eater for all of 2003 to mid 2006 when I switched grocery stores when I gave up my vehicle. I even owned a farm for two years or so which had an acre in a mature kiwi plantation. Still it wasn't enough for the sadists running and ruining me, as they have experimented with taking me off fruit altogether, and are only allowing selective introductions. I was allowed to purchase kiwi fruit about three weeks ago, and then they shut it down until yesterday.

The perps had about 20 gangstalkers in the produce section when I picked up a small bag of local kiwi fruit. Immediately before that, they had some four gangstalkers around me when picking up goat's milk, about the usual number for that latter food item. One gangstalker was in a horrendous yellow jacket, and given the games that go on with that color, it wasn't a big surprise. They have likely done red gangstalkers when I pick up the goat's milk, and will likely script a brown dressed gangstalker next. All these Favored and Unfavored demographic groups (aka freakshow) are also connected in some way to the colors and patterns that I loathe, which I find out about from the "reaction" the perps plant, or else governed down my more reasonable adaptations since their possible traumatization asssociations in my developmental years. Another "who knows" supposition, as it has come from the very assholes who harass me.

1330h
More forced yawning with noise add-ons from the hallway (right side) and outside heavy duty vehicles (left side). I also get plenty of noisestalking when flossing and rubber tipping my teeth (mouth is open). On this theme of remote assay of my mouth's energetics (because it is next door to part of the brain that is behind one's forehead), the perps dried out my mouth plenty often when doing the 40 minute phone interview two days ago. They like to schedule a sustained mouth dry-out every so often, and to do this, they need to divert my attention from me and have me open my mouth. In mid-December I gave a 1 hour rundown of my helping to a newly hired paid staff member as a "brain dump" to convey what I had learned about the Excel scheduling activity I undertook. Funny how they don't ask me back anymore, even if I was an exemplary volunteer IMHO. Perhaps the perps are still evaluating my furniture interaction energetics and don't want it crossed up with me coming back too soon.

I noticed that the carpet sale helping was also modified in a similar way; for unloading the carpets the owner parked the van at the front doors that were closest to the display room, and when packing the carpets back into his van, he parked further away at the front doors some 12' distant which made no logistical sense at all. But it aided the perps to look at each activity, loading and unloading at separate, but parallel locations. The local library strike might be all about some "de-energizing break" so these sites can be remotely assayed for bioelectromagnetic interactions while dormant, and not get crossed up with continual ongoing interactions. Hence some significant road closures in the past 12 months; a ramp entrance collapsed in Oakland, and the main I-5 corridor was closed in S. California as two examples in this W. North America region. The recent snows in Vancouver could be another perp enforced respite in concrete and asphalt surface use. They have some major problems with these two substances and are totally squirrely over getting me exposed, yesterday's dumbshit jackhammering of 1 week old asphalt with a concrete curb on it was an example.

1400h
Here is what the perps did to my pillows; they dyed them some way, and this has occured progressively since I bouth them three years ago. They are basic $10 polyester fill pillows, and this seeming inert color has gradually accumulated on them. This is happening at my head, and isn't what it might look like, and doesn't smell either, nor does it wash out.












Taken 01-23-2008, 10:34:17, a week ago from my apartment and is zoomed in some. At the bottom of the photo are one white colored van, two white pickup trucks and a white SUV, all lined up together, one facing N. (bottom most vehicle, the van), and three facing S. The top two white vehicles of this cluster are parked on grass and not the parking lot, even if there is no actual access to the grassy area, and no tracks in the grass either. Simply amazing how two vehicles "arrived" on a wet grassy inaccessible surface to pair up with the regular two that frequent this small parking lot for some mysterious reason. (No tradesmen accessing them or "looking busy").

On the street portion, viewable if zoomed in, the closest side (N.), are a file of five silver grey parked vehicles with one black colored vehicle in the file, second from last. The front most vehicle of this file has the rear hatchback open with a red colored object sitting in the cargo area. On the opposite side of the one-way street is one parked white colored vehicle, and a red parked vehicle ahead and through the tree branches. One same red vehicle is proceeding on the E. bound street. And one red coated gangstalker next to a burgundy red sign is in the photo next to the last mentioned white vehicle. Another red and pink dressed gangstalker is visible through the tree branches on the upper left corner of the street. How can any of this be construed as random and normal public vehicular activity?















Taken 01-23-2008, 10:34:46, same scene as above, with a slightly different angle, revealing another white color parked car on the far side of the street, this time with a mobile white colored vehicle passing between the street parked vehicles. Did I mention that white and red colors are commonly used in association? In all, four vehicle colors; white, silver grey, black (one) and red of parked 13 vehicles total. And one one of the silver grey vehicles, in some kind of partial blend of the colors, has a large red object or blanketed object in the rear open hatchback. The only two "pedestrians" are predominantly dressed in red colors. What will my new shrink think of this, and what will be the denial script?














Taken 01-30-2008:12:01:09 (today) of the same view above. The closest street parked (N. Fort); from right to left, two black vehicles, one mid gray colored vehicle, one black vehicle and one white vehicle. On the S. side, parked vehicles from right to left and partially obscured by transiting sewage services truck and school bus are; navy blue (partially obsured by the blue-white truck), red, black and a silver grey vehicle partially obscured by the tree, left most parked vehicle. In this case, the transiting vehicles are a yellow school bus and a septic services vehicle (truck). Is there a familiar pattern, here? Read on about the PVC sewer line installation below. One white pickup truck is following the sewer services truck.














Taken 01-30-2008:12:01:16 (today). Now that the S. side street side parking is visible, there is an additional white and silver grey vehicle parked. In transit, a red pickup truck and two blued colored vehicles. For all parked vehicles there are five black colored vehicles, three white colored vehicles, and one of silver grey, mid-grey and navy blue. The transiting vehicles, apart from the two trucks, are white, red and navy blue. Funny how that works out, the transiting vehicle colors are drawn from the same colors as those of the parked vehicles, large vehicles excepted again.














Taken 01-30-2008:12:01:19 (today). A final photo from this same vantage point series; a mid-grey vehicle is transiting between the parked vehicles.














Taken 01-23-2008: 10:17:56 A general progress photo of the View St. rip up job, moving toward me from a block away and putting in new septic sewer lines, two parallel 30" buried PVC green pipe. The smaller section of 12" green PVC pipe poking out from behind the sand pile seems to be left out and turned 90 degrees from the sand buried pipe; Turning objects or facsimilies thereof orthogonally is a long noticed perp practice. Placing the sand pile partially in front of the visible pipe also emulates the buried pipe conditions. The two runs of 30" PVC green pipe are buried in the imported sand, connected to the concrete caission, under the surface of the trench (foreground, closest sunlit area). My suspicious mind, or possibly by planted thought, tells me that the perps are going to connect this pipe up to my apartment building and be the sole first user so to speak, to continue with the perps' quest of incrementally attempting to understand how brown colored things (you guess) interact with green colored things (PVC).












Taken 01-28-2008: 1425h:52 another generalized street shot of the View St. rip up, this time with the green PVC broken up and moved down street some. A wood crate has been added beside the excavator for the usual reasons the perp like to "woodstalk" me everywhere I go. Sometimes they put on a pallete carrying truck to pass by. The temporary wood retaining wall has begun to take shape in the far end of the ditch, where the recently installed 30" green PVC pipe has been installed and burried. I figure the small diameter broken PVC is a non-buried surrogate for the buried pipe. There are four seeming gangstalkers on the sidewalk, a sudden cluster IMHO.












Taken 01-30-2008, 1206h 53s. The excavator has been turned around, and the plywood retaining wall has been extended. They don't appear to be doing anything today, except put on a 5 tonne delivery truck in mid-street to "gangstalk" the adjacent excavator for 30 minutes or so until it dissapeared. I cannot think of any reason why a delivery truck with its tailgate lowered to the road surface "needs" to stop by a dormant excavator. (The excavator has been dormant for the remainder of today).













1640h
I check out MySpace for the first time, without linking from somewhere else. I look up musicians and find a favorite, Jan Arden, and the perps have greyed out her webpage there, or at least the one that I am allowed to see. Just looking up a web page of a known performer is cause enough for the absurd sabotage that keeps going on. It is no doubt their method of gradually introducing the webpage, a greyed down image because, in their depraved estimation, seeing a full color picture all at once is too much for them to cope with. Not my problem; why am I being screwed over as to what I see, and why can't you get your sick asses in front of me and explain this fucking nonconsensual human experimentation?

And that got answered with the squeak noise I routinely get from outside, and then some throat clearing from the hallway. This must be a big moment after my tea and chocolate. And it is, the manager has made his first trip up today as I write this, putting on the cellphone and voiceover from the hallway. This is the third day in succession he has made at least one "voiceover" show. So, no, that standard phrase I use to berate the perps with was typed out, and for them, that is an exciting moment.

Then I use the mouse to insert a new word into the above paragraph, and then the perps have this Blogspot application flip to a new page view, all to have me swear out loud to them, and a simultaneous smacking noise goes off inside my mouth, not related to any jaw discomfort as I don't have any. It never ends, this senseless merrygoround of being antagonized merely for their deranged notions of sport. As in fuck the victim again, as 5.5 years isn't long enough.

1720h
I just got a mild thud overhead and a simultaneous zapping at the very moment of a web page change, where there was an alien picture scrolling by. What is the perp's problem that they need to keep zapping me, as they can tell better than I can as to how much I loathe this particular form of abuse.

1925h
The hallway sneezing has started up at this post-mealtime juncture; at least four spaced about a minute apart. I had the cheese flicking again when making dinner tonight; this is the first block of cheddar that is 3 year old, as I was "forced" to buy it when there was a "shortage" of the one year old cheddar, cheaper by far. I have also suffered "shortages" to end up buying the five year old cheddar cheese, all in the same line, which I am not allowed to know at the moment. There was a time when I knew precisely the manufacturers of all my grocery products and price of every item. That capability got purged from me long ago, keeping me in the clueless court has always been a perp objective. And I am sure the colored label is also important for them too; so far, black (one year), green (three year) and navy blue (five year old) cheddar cheese. And for the perps, that is exciting stuff, having arranged these cheeses and the packaging a few years ago in readiness for my harassment visitation, still going on. As they are so obsessed over cheese, and me eating it, surely they could also drop the price of it by half, and save me money to afford the chocolate they make me purchase every month. Bizarre, and not of my doing.

2020h
A forced scratch my nose and then a loud mufflered vehicle noise followed. I am still under the microscope, and made sure that I know it. I was reading an article about "milabs", (pdf file) or military abducted individuals who are often trained in military exercises and survival training. I am not one of those, and that might be a better existence that to be constantly riled up all the time. Who knows how all this covert activity fits together at the upper reaches; there has to be more than one faction it seems, though no one has guarded me all these years like they did with Thomas Townsend Brown.

2230h
I see the above book in progress on TT Brown has advanced since I last read it, and it is fascinating. And it does point to a mysterious hidden big picture that TT Brown was aware of, and it also being outside his regular duties. And so it is time to blog off for the day, as one who is also involved in a bigger picture, but is not in any way informed as to what is going on and why am I being dragged into someone else's problem without my consent.

Another Take on Wobbling

1025h
This is an update to yesterday's blog on "wobbling". I now get routinely wobbled by some unseen and unbidden force at anytime. It is not at the debilitating level thankfully, but even walking or making a corner in my studio sized apartment can get me wobbled, and usually forcing extra steps and balancing to right myself.

And when doing exercise in the form of yoga and strength training (lunges and one footed floor exercises) I get an even greater degree of remotely applied gravitational fuckery. Having done two legged lunges with small free weights (7.5 lb x 2) for over 10 years, I cannot see how I could be continuing to be imbalanced except by covert means. And, this is getting worse; the pushes that I get are coming at me laterally, and don't relate to an organic balance problem. And if I am on one leg in doing either of these forms of exercise, the perps go all out in imbalancing me. I am always the worst in the class for one legged balancing, and that goes back over 10 years. It is best not to bother, and keep both feet on the ground, even if I am one of the more flexible class members.

1105h
I have been getting the chin-dinging fuckery all morning so far; this is remotely applied spasms to my chin, usually in concert with arranged noise, thoughts and recall related to harassment, and any other deemed "coincidence" (e.g. writing and sending emails, some to TI's). On the list of objectionability, this particular item rates a low 3 of 10, but it does serve the purpose of being reminded that I am under the microscope in anything I do.

I notice more paving "activity" has been going down in the neighborhoods that I frequent, and as best as a lay person can tell, it seems to be for no express functional purpose, except for the ashphalt and concrete games that go on constantly in my proximity. Yesterday a strip down the center of a residentail area was scraped out, 2" deep, exposing deeper asphalt. The scraper machine was nearby, and only one block parallel to the location of yesterday's yoga class.

The sickos have driven this very scraping machine down the street as I am walking by, so I assume that it is charged with "asphalt energy", and the fuckers want to see what kind of energetic interaction there is with me, pulsating and plasma-ing as I type this. Now that the scraping machine is posted a block width (100') away from the yoga class, and on the opposite side of an apartment building, this suggests that the fuckers are improving their energetic detection methods at a greater distance than previously. I routinely see vehicles being swapped in and out at some 250' away, and this is likely the reason they put me 6 stories up.

1305h
I did the chicken run earlier; first I was fucked out of remembering to that it would be this morning, and after putting the cutting board out and the frypan on the stove, only then was I allowed to recall what I knew- time to buy a new cooked chicken.

I got my first gangstalker in the elevator, the old fart hop-along act this time with his mustache colored yellow, normally being white like the rest of his hair. He is an "open mouther", that is his assigned role in exposing his mouth contents and associated energetics, and he was true to form. He has lobby or elevator stalked me at least six times now, and holds the record for this building apart from the manager. Not bad for one month's work, looking stupid AND crippled.

Then a half block to the grocery store, and as the door opened, a woman in a walker came belting out, nicely timed to the part of the door that opened outward, and quite the seeming risk for one who "needs" a walker. Two of the fuckers were crisscrossing my path to the chicken counter, and they were only readying me for six of the fuckers loitering at the chicken counter, "deliberating". This in a grocery store at 1130h.

And I got fucked on the chicken again; only one whole chicken in the free range line. Normally there is at least 8 or more such hot cooked chickens at the counter, but now, like last time, only one. Then onto the checkout to get the fuck out of there, and gosh, if there wasn't two mysterious males in front of me, one giving me the kindly stare, as if he were a man of the cloth (minister). This fuck also had a hot cooked chicken on the checkout conveyor belt in the same packaging as mine.

Then the fucker immediately in ahead of me had his extra floppy bicycle helmet and his red backpack. The latter item served as his excuse to take longer at the checkout packing his groceries while the asshole behind me moved to within 6" of me while I got finger fucked in dealing with my change. Essentially, the perps had me pinched between two red wearing or toting male gangstalking operatives by having them inordinantly close in social terms, one dithering with his groceries, and the other butthole surfing almost.

And as I was silently badmouthing the fucker in front of me, he turns his head to the side for no reason but to time his "apparent knowledge" of what I was thinking (read, planted routine) with my mental considerations of his "dither at the checkout delay". This has happened at least three times before; a previous example was where an operative suspiciously looks like a former foresty colleague, and as I inaudibly mouth his disparaging nickname from some 12' away, he turns his head as if he heard it, which he didn't. They love to put on that they heard something when they haven't, and alternatively, with my parents, the opposite. As regular readers will know, my sick minded parents who cast me into this fucking nightmare, routinely put on the dumbshit act to force repeating what I say, most often two repeats. It is fucking sick that I am not allowed to converse with anyone. On reflection, this has happened to me so often, that I now realize it was all arranged. The "what-what" fuck.

There were a few more freakshows outside going to the grocery store and back, but as this entire colorstalking show was so short, it isn't worth it to add in the waddlers, headspinners and the abandoned shopping cart with a green plastic crate placed for maximum exposure next to the ground down sidewalk portion (formerly a hump between the slabs). I notice that there were two oversized shopping carts in the store, as they are normally a smaller kind better adapted to the tighter layout.

The grocery store has been entirely repainted in a metallic silver grey color, the number one vehicular gangstalking color, and that of my former vehicle, now owned by my daughter. I assume this distinctive color is to enhance the ongoing energetics fuckery, as I cannot imagine that anything within three blocks of me being allowed to be modified without express perp permission, if not direct arrangement.

Anyhow, it back to the noise show; the bus service has doubled since I moved in, and has been very consistent in making the same amout of noise whether the window is closed or open.

1520h
A tea break, a phone call to my brother who "forgot" about our arrangement for today, and then a holy battle (rage levels) with the perps all over being allowed to pick up papers (stamps, check, invoice statement). They fucked me over so I wasn't allowed to pick up a piece of paper in less than four attempts. Then they mind controlled me into a rage state, all over paying a bill for dental cleaning. This happens all the time I write out checks and other financial instruments, and today was no exception. And the dentist's office ignored my change of address, and then when writing it out for them, I was rage and noisestalked all the more. The dental assistant is always efficient and I don't believe that she could of screwed up an address change herself. Just another fucking go-round with the sick assholes who make my life their playground for their depraved games.

1625h
Another playground for the warped assholes is loading software, commercial software, and have it "fail" over a driver or some dumb thing. Or else it loads with missing functionality. I have even phoned the tech support of small software houses, and their version of what I got differs radically from what got loaded. More fucking insanity from the assholes who are too gutless to out themselves.

2045h
I am pie-eyed, having drunk four glasses of wine before and with dinner at my ex's, as it was our daughter's 17th birthday. Though I strongly suspect that the perps are exploiting this opportunity to render me more incapacitated for their own reasons. This has been a habit of theirs in the past, where even two glasses of wine "caused" me to be severely looped for over an hour.

As usual, I was in the role of knowing whatever utterances "I" had to say were scripted, and that the entire course of events was rehearsed. As it so happened, the Stanley Cup, the final game was on at times, as the ex's daughter and family came over, making five children from 10 to 8 y.o., and four adults. My parents could not make it, doing post air-travel sickness and jet lag from their return from the UK three days ago. Post-flight is another time the perps like to lay on flus and colds, and they have done this nearly everytime for the last 10 years, save the last commercial air travel flight I made in 2002.

My ex talked a lot about my father's Alzheimer's, as he seemed especially disoriented when she saw them earlier today. And all the time, I was thinking is this another bullshit run, or is he as dithered as he makes out, because he can lay on the extra impairment act to the point of being too timely. And my brothers always think this topic is a hoot, lapsing into quiet smirks and not contributing to any dialog as to what should be done. Anyhow, I still think his dementia is an act, and he can gangstalk just as well as any operative or other family member.

There were the usual feints and games; placing coffee mugs exactly behind the wine bottle, standing with the light fixture directly behind the person I was talking to. (And the same light fixture had been arranged to have some of the halogen bulbs pulled as well as the globe around it. And if I moved away from this setup, so did the person I was talking to. Totally bizzare, each of us in the conversation knowing this was a fucking setup, and both responding in the same manner to maintain it, me running out of room to move myself while still in my chair.

And "I" (read, mind controlled planted thoughts) about the blended family of my stepdaughter and husband; between them, two children with red hair, and both gradually putting themselves into view, and eventually moving in closer for more red hair time. That got me to wonder just how much all these familial relations have been arranged as to hair color, and the amazing coincidence of my daughter's blonde boyfriend dying his hair black.

And the hair color continues to be a big thing for the perps; when heading out to my ex's on the bus they put four Asian girls in front of me, one with natural black hair, and three with varying degrees of brown highlights coloration, all slightly different. One passenger got off with me and followed me into the subdivision, which is generally rare for that route. And one red anoraked bus "traveller" followed me from my apartment building to the bus stop, getting onto an earlier bus. I got plenty of "fellow travellers" for the bus around me at the bus stop as encircling me was the usual routine. A negro woman with a fat lip was planted at the bus stop bench, but she got pulled within 3 minutes for reasons that the perps know best. They also put on a negro dude in the lobby of this apartment building when I got back, his second such jawing appearance so far. Anyhow, I am made to feel that I am still under the influence of my four glasses of wine, and I am lucky if the above is going to be coherent.

It was the usual minimal father-daughter interaction dictate again; nothing much of substance is allowed, and only about 5 minutes of genuine connection time before other visitors arrive and change the dynamic altogether. Even the cat doesn't get a cameo, which is the new norm for whatever reason. And most curiously, no one asks how am I doing, which can mean referencing one of two things; the faux clinical scenario, or else, dealing with the assholes of depraved evil, aka perps. There was some war memorial talk at the table; the recent Canadian 90th anniversary of a significant battle of WWI, Vimy Ridge, was discussed for a time. And I always think it odd that whatever I say doesn' lead to anything more; as if I am the pariah, and then once I do my mind-fucked piece, then onto the next scripted topic. The entire nature of the conversation has changed among the participating individuals to this obscene fuckery called "mind-control in the family".

I get to do a shorter version of being sociable tommorow; at yoga and strength training, and having less verbal interaction which is the way I prefer it, rather than being the poster-boy for the sickos who won't show their gutless faces.

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I am getting a yawn attack, and with that, the white light off this LCD display is emitting plasma beams under the cover of being a visual abberation. Ditto earlier while at my ex's; plasma beams were emanating from the halogen light fixture in the guise of being some kind of abberation of my glasses. And I should note, the perps make sure I keep my glasses clean as they are always exploiting any possible facet to be the deemed "cause" as to why multiple white beams are appearing. And while that was re-read, I got a simultaneous combination of the overhead rumbling noise and the putative brake squealing of a bus outside.

More of these combination noises are "happening"; as blogged three days ago, they put on two disimilar aircraft in formation to buzz my parent's house while I was there, and the perp need seemed to be the combination noise of the two aircraft.

And while I am blogging here; it is time to call this done for the day, and leave it much as it is, even if I am mind-fucked out of reviewing what I have written.