Keep the Kovid Going

 07-22-2020
About time I got on the bit and put a post together. Finally summer has arrived with some hot (32+C) days as I work in the vineyard. Normally this is time to rejoice for me, as I like the hot weather, but this past 8 months has been one of lower energy and motivation, and this afternoon I was feeling quite wiped out. Very uncharacteristic...I have been taking an hour long nap after work, something that the ADD medications "solved" in 2018. So it would seem I am lapsing back into that scene that instigated re-starting my ADD medications.

And for those who aren't long term readers, the Psychopaths upon their apartment invasion and escalation of high fuckery in 04-2002 when this abuse-athon began, ensured that they deprived me of my ADD medications that were quite effective. In other words, a 17 year long hiatus that was better than this current state. (Go figure). It was only the infernal ionizing radiation therapy for prostate cancer in late 2017 that started this slide into demotivation and lower energy.

Low iron has been an issue for some two years now, and my 12-2019 iron IV didn't seem to do anything, so I got another one recently 06-2020. I had iron blood tests recently, one month later, and I see the doctor has set up a telephone appointment. So we shall see what this means..

But, given my ADD and low dopamine state, I had a notion to check out scientific papers online, and lo, low iron "behavioral effects" in the parlance of the research world, appear very similar to ADD-Inattentive subtype symptoms (me). There is a strong interaction between iron and dopamine FFS. I am not going to say I have discovered the root cause of ADD-Inattentive subtype by any means, though I am curious why no one that I know of (presently) in the ADD book world (meaning, digested from the science research world to make it comprehensible to us retail book purchasing schmucks), hasn't put this together.

I am told by a GP that low iron is rare in males. I have also found research that ADD-Inattentive subtype is also rare in males. ADD males are roughly 80% Hyperactive subtype, where ADD females are roughly 80% Inattentive subtype. Anyhow, we shall see where this goes, but it clear to me that my Psychopathic keepers know a whole lot more about all this than I do.

I get the telepathic messages from time to time that they are "transforming" me, and portray a number of future scenarios of me not being ADD. Well, I don't really care, and my usual reply to them is to leave me the fuck alone, end the abuse now, as I have been fucked enough. To which they telepathically reply, they cannot stop, and must continue their work. Another way of saying they don't give a shit, an its all about them and their research  imperatives, small (ADD, dopamine and iron) and large, (remotely applied mind control, quantum mechanics (and other unconventional physical interpretations not in the Standard Model) and the fundamental postulates of Hugh Everett's Multiple Worlds. Again, I don't care how big of a picture this TI harassment and abuse scenario is, or that of TI's in general, I just want to be left the fuck alone.

Through in all this I get a ringside seat to seeing the larger world scenarios play out with a different lens, though I am by no means privy as to how this all fits the larger picture. The latest games being the Covid-19, or Kovid Killer, as in extensively disrupting the economies of the Western world. Add in the Chimp-Out of 2020 for the thug that didn't show up for his funeral (empty coffin FFS), and the follow-on riots and civil disturbances in the US states and cities that couldn't be bothered to enforce civil authority, being too spineless (or more likely, their chain was yanked) to deal with rioters the old-fashioned way; high speed lead. Then add in the sad-sack Main Stream Media (MSM), or as I prefer, Lamestream Media, who uniformly have backed the rioters and mayhem. In the least they have resorted to euphemistic terms such as "peaceful protesters" for rioters and looters, and have uniformly sided with the Burning, Looting and Murder (BLM) faction, something that only a Lizard King would initiate, because only he can get away with this, even if he has been declared persona non grata in 6 countries for sedition.

Maybe it is more like Billionaire Lives Matter; I cannot see sorry-assed Soros having Gislaine Maxwell (a millionaire) as his next door cell mate anytime soon. Another billionaire of greater recent prominence of late and who is talking through hat most of the time, is Bill Gates and his vaccine promotion. Say Bill, if you want to be a hero instead of a billionaire bum, as you too have been declared unwelcome in a number of countries, why don't you take on diseases the old-fashioned way, and bypass the immune system and hit the disease directly. As in the 1930's with the Royal Rife disease curing methods of determining the EM signatures of the disease, and applying it with reverse EM waves. It worked to the point of 30 doctors having a banquet to celebrate the end of disease until they got rumbled by the FDA of the day.

Not to mention Mr MAGA has been playing kitty-by-the-door and not engaging the states that have allowed the civil mayhem to continue, never mind corralling the above mentioned seditious billionaire. And get yourself a real Attorney General; that fat cat has got nine lives, all of them supplied by the Deep State.

Yet another unwelcome dimension of human behavior has surfaced in the past six months, that of the so-called Social Justice Warriors, or more like, Social Justice Delusionals. A variant is the Woke crowd, though not very awake in fact, as they cannot understand that money doesn't grow on trees, and steadfastly refuse any educational direction otherwise. A more developed treatise on this crowd of tools/fools who have lost the ability to attain a modicum of objective reality at this link, Partisanship Has Untethered Americans' Minds From Objective Reality, summarized as follows;

The question we face in this age is whether it is possible to maintain a civil society with an abundance of people embracing an alternative reality. Fanatics, eccentrics, lunatics and so on have been a part of human society since the beginning. The issue today is one of scale. Those leaky simulations have burst open and our reality is now flooded with berserk imitations of normal people, acting on a sense of reality that is at odds with objective reality. We’re being overrun by simulacrum.

And then on cue,  why, our dear Google, social media platforms, Youtube and the like have  decided to limit Covid-19 coverage to "authoritative" sources. The last six months have had countless shutdowns of alternate news sources, videos detailing a very different reality on the ground etc. In fact, Google was busy censoring long before CoVid-19 censorship.  Twitter's censorship mask slips), and so it goes, circling the drain. So with Google now declaring themselves as the official internet information censor, because they could readily swap out the "Covid-19" theme and add another, and another, etc.  truly 2020 has been a major economic hit on top of many major paradigm shifts.


All of the above is a Perfect Confluence of high stupidity encased in delusional ideals permitting civil mayhem and getting full Lamestream Media support. Add on blatant information censorship of alternate sources to limit public news coverage to the Official Narrative Only. It is all too contrived and orchestrated IMO.

BTW; I have a new name and acronym for the specious term invoked by the CIA to attempt to smear the name of those developing alternate theories to the JFK assassination, a still common term to stiffle debate, "conspiracy theories". Well done, you propagandists, so why would you develop this term anyhow? How about, Not the Official Narrative Theories (NONT), or NONTists applied to such proponents?
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Back to the abuse-athon scenes, just the majors ones since the last posting.

-a 10-12yo boy seriously tailing me at SOF supermarket last week at 1900h, about the most obvious tailing/stalking stunt in recent years. Shopping all by himself apparently. He tails me at my usual last aisle before heading to the checkouts. I look at him as he was so incredibly anomalous, and this shit stares right back at me. He carries on to the chocolate section in this aisle and does the usual gangstalker stunt of "just standing there", (fake shopping) so I take off and get some more groceries. I return to this aisle about five minutes later and he is exiting it for some reason, and lo, if we don't cross paths at the aisle end making contra-centric turns. Then the kid Fuckwit doubles back within 5 seconds and tails me, passes by and then does the "just standing there" stunt again in mid-aisle. I pass by him to head to the chocolate section to select some of my usual vice and Kid Fuckwit starts tailing me again, moving in closer. I take off and head to the check out. Presumably the Psychopaths didn't want to make Kid Fuckwit (gangstalker) look any more stupid by pretending he had money to pay for his groceries

-chasing me with HD motorcycle noise everytime I exited or entered my vehicle or place today.  A low key day off, and sunny weather to boot, and I only went out to the laundromate (2 visits), and that was it.

-why do the Psychopaths need to crack three of my four touch screen devices in the last three months? The assholes cracked the S5 phone I had for 8 years earlier in the year. The 10Note replacement got cracked within two weeks of owning it. The AK digital music player of four years got its screen cracked last year and its replacement got its screen cracked within a week of owning it. Just leave my fucking stuff alone assholes.

-beam type point sources of pain in my feet again, as if a pain beam is passing through. The Psychopaths will nail me in a toe, and I then move my foot and toe and press the latter in my knee for example, and I can defeat the pain for a minute or so until they can isolate my toe again (I assume). They put a pain in my L arch through my boot at work a few days ago. As always, moving my feet around solves the issue temporarily.

-Sat. Chasing me with HD motorcycle noise every time I exited or entered my vehicle or place today.  A low key day off, and sunny weather to boot, and I only went out to the laundromat (2 visits), and that was it.

-the first 0700h start working day was three days ago, and the Psychopaths went berserk with extra fuckery and harassment in preparing breakfast and getting my lunch together for the day's work. I make the same breakfast every morning, and seemingly, all because it was an hour early, they wanted to enrage me, which they did. You know, "normal harassment" things going wrong with exceptional frequency; extra spills and objects just dropping from my hand, "forgets" of routine habitsI do every morning etc. When they put 5-10 of these fuckery events together inside of 5 minutes, one knows one is getting worked over. And given that the Psychopaths seem to have an inordinate interest in the timing of what I do with respect to the sun position, and presumably sidereal time, I should not of been surprised.

-blasting noise through my new noise cancelling headphones, especially that effing HD motorcycle noise which I loathe with a passion. Given the noise cancelling headphones are an electronic device with batteries inside them and switches to activate certain functions, this means escalated electronic fuckery over the passive (normal) type headphones. That I had to reboot them about 6x at least four mornings in succession suggests someone was hard at their fuckery job. Then said headphones work fine for a week (so far).

-fuckery over wearing headphones is endless; they just slide off, the cord gets caught up every which impossible way there can be, the DAP player just won't work suddenly, and both the old DAP, and the new DAP (as of today) seem to have a malfunctioning Pause/Start button. Funny how that "happens". Only opening up the touch screen to touch the same functioning feature invokes the Pause.

Enough invective plus a little TI harassment news to call this one a posting.
 

Energetic Suckdown

05-20-2020
Ok; lets just call it "dysthymia" (persistent depressive order) for now, which is very much related to my ADD-Inattentive condition. And which IMHO, and based on some research (but not definitive) on my methylation genetics and homozygous SNP's (Single Nucleotide Polymorphism, which seem to have an impaired ability to generate and preserve dopamine, a very essential hormone (not just a neurotransmitter). All that flies in the face of current clinical practice, psychiatry in particular being mired in the dark ages. (And you thought that Sigmund Freud, that over-rated cocaine addict, really accomplished anything? A delusional and fancified thinker at best, never realizing that he was exogenously increasing his dopamine level while partaking of the white fluff.)

So don't go to your doctor complaining of low dopamine, even if you have a corroborating lab test. Complain of whatever ails you, and don't mention dopamine. Never mind that its average rate of production goes down 1%/year (13%/decade) after age 40. And if you started from a low level for all your life, and then attain that rate of decline, why, one ends up in a worse place. Ever wonder why those stereotypical behaviors of old age occur? You know, grumpy, irritable, impaired recall etc.; well, its the low dopamine.

I reckon it will be at least another 100 years before dopamine enters the clinical practice dialog, and hopefully I will be long gone. They just don't want to know, nor do they care; just chase the symptoms and apply a medication. Ever wonder why addiction research has accomplished zilch in practice? It's a low dopamine issue, along with dopamine receptor issues. Wonder why child abuse gets a walk with respect to the law, especially at the hands of untouchable political vipers? Why, abuse at that developmental stage reduces dopamine receptors, and has many other dopaminergic disruptions, never to be recovered in later life. It is neurologically complicated to say the least, with genetic variations (of SNP's), many 100's of neural pathways/brain centers, and dopamine transport, receptors and appropriate preservation and regulation of dopamine.

Based on my experiences we humans are unwitting dopamine research subjects. TI's, or at least this one, are witting subjects in dopamine research of the nonconsensual kind. As to who takes such an over-arching interest in this across all races, nations and countries, I have no idea. I simply call them the Psychopathic Confederacy, as it is quite plain to me that they don't care one whit about human suffering, even on a grand scale. And it could well be that they have been at this for a long time, and even planted us schmucks here on this Prison Planet just for this very purpose, though I suspect that the Grand Plan goes far beyond physiologic dopamine activity in all its myriad effects, though a key component for whatever reason. Or at least, that is my theory, based on personal experience as a TI for 18 years now. And it may well be that dopamine, in all its myriad functions, interactions and body locations sits at the gateway to further researching energetic/psychic interactions between persons, animals, plants (all living beings) and even object sentience. (Based on my observations as to how they love to invoke fuckery over missing items as one example). Just my speculative take on how all this fits together, but TPTB know much more about this, and in all likelihood, for a few thousand years.

Anyhow, I have been feeling like hell these past few weeks, along with generalized demotivation (why these blog postings are less frequent), and also why my "to-do" lists are getting longer and things aren't getting done as soon as they should. Months will go by before an item is attended to, unless it hurts or may spawn other disasters and expenses.

05-25-2020
Rain again this Monday, all day effectively, just like the preceding Friday. Rare for all day rain here, and then to have it three days apart is the most that I have known since I moved here in 2012 . I had another near all day energetic suckdown again; still no conventional clinical explanation as to is possible cause.

Vineyard work in the rain all day, unusual by local standards, but as I work mainly on my own, I don't get called off by anyone. And I wore my gumboots, and the rain gear held dampness at bay for the most part, save the latter hour. An ongoing noise parade on the nearby road again; hot-rod muffler noise when finishing a row and turning around to start a new one. (Very common for my directional changes to be noisestalked, as in the anisotrophy of space; differing properties in different directions). And even the infernal HD motorcycle noise no less, an apparent rider on the wet slicked roads.

And the dump trucks on the adjacent road kept arriving and leaving every 5 minutes for a time. I don't know what the Psychopaths interest in running dump trucks near me is exactly; they like running large steel objects in my proximity, and also like having soil or rock from elsewhere moved in my presence, so maybe a "two-fer", who knows. In my very first year of school 1959-60, a pre-school in fact, they were building the Oak Bay breakwater in Victoria, BC, and were running rock laden dump trucks past the school for a considerable time. Perhaps this too was the Psychopathic arrangers at work, as it seems they were on me from the get-go, and making such arrangements (breakwaters, schooling, truck routing etc.) is what they do best.

Petro-voltaics and whatever earth energies come from rock, gravel and soil removed from elsewhere have been a long standing component of the Psychopathic fuckery objectives from my experience. I suppose it just wasn't enough that my father was a coal geologist. Goodness knows what kind of interest that all human mining (and perhaps smelting) activities brings them, but it seems they like to test the TI's (being one) by having this earth material hauled in my proximity. I have had rock collections in the past, gathered interesting rocks on my own (which disappeared from my bedroom while away for the summer, and no explanation forthcoming by any family member), and still they hound my ass with their rock and soil hauling. Last fall, I had a job digging holes at building foundations when working with a Mexican couple, all of us working for a structures lifting contractor. So fucking when is the Psychopath's fixation on earth energetics going to be over? No idea, never mind what they want from this particular aspect of their human nonconsensual research imperative.

I got it together on the weekend to head to a Kelowna audio store and purchased a bigger-ticket AC power cleaning device. I attended a product demo last year, and the quality of the AC power in the Okanagan Valley was said to be "akin to a third world power supply" according to the speaker. That is to say, the embedded line noise that comes with the AC power is similar to the third world. Some residences have been measured by the vendor at 97 volts, when they should be 110-120AC. And apparently, the single crown corporation power supplier is deemed to be a cash cow for the government, so sensible and prescient investment in power distribution is discouraged, just cover the patch-and-pray maintenance expenses only.

Hard to believe that it is "essential travel only" still here in this province, given my observations of the road traffic on my way to Kelowna and back. Like, it was a regular and very busy Saturday in these here parts. Unless of course, vehicular gangstalking is deemed "essential".

I put the stereo and PC and display screen through this power cleaning device, and I have to say it is a two thumbs up improvement. Better sound; firm and evident bass and better articulation of mid-ranges. This here display screen is sharper too. As to what this means to the Psychopaths, I don't really know, though I am quite sure they must be pumping something through at the same time, or else using LCD screens for some kind of input or energetic evaluation, but that is pure speculation on my part. Tom Bearden has a number of theories relating to (free) energy from the vacuum (space is a better term IMHO), echoing Tesla's work, indicating that there is a huge possible electrical generation, and yet our present EM theory has been hugely restricted by discarding important components of Maxwell's work. Anyhow, I have wanted to clean up my stereo's AC power for many decades, though results will vary as to where one lives and where the power comes from. I am often covered with copper colored gangstalking vehicles, so perhaps this fits into the bigger picture too.

05-26-2020
Another vineyard work day, sunny at times even. The adjacent vehicle noise was backed off some, but they never seem to fail to add the hot-rod muffler sound of passing vehicles when I change directions, moving from the end of a row to start at the next. Just plain fascinating for them, now 18 years running.

Funny how the hot-rod muffler noise just keeps "happening" everywhere I go, or work. I was at a vineyard beside the lake shore accessed by a Naramata dead end road, and lo, instead of a parade of vehicles with loud mufflers, why, they put on recreational watercraft with similarly sounding loud mufflers. You know, those dudes who just need to make a loud noise with their boats and just plain let it rip as fast and noisy as they can. That particular flavor of infernal unmufflered ICE noise has an almost unerring knack of erupting when I change directions during vineyard work, at my vehicle (getting in or out of my vehicle or when at the tailgate), and when entering or exiting through building doors or even vineyard gates. The increased frequency of someone "happening" to be on the other side of the door as I enter or exit a building hasn't gone unnoticed from the outset of this abuse-athon in 04-2002, and still continues to this day. My employer couple seem to have an unerring knack for this, and also when I am at my vehicle retrieving work supplies.

06-02-2020
I purchased a pair of noise cancelling headphones three days ago to deal with effing noise onslaught from the adjacent Upper Bench Road. Same Hifi shop in Kelowna, a second visit a week apart). And they work, as long as I don't get any extra-conventional fuckery to cause them to mess up. But of course the headphones didn't work at first, so (I presume) they can calibrate me without wearing them first, and later with them on as a second attempt a few hours later "somehow caused" them to work. Imagine that; same as nearly every audio device or component that I have purchased for the last 20 years. They just "happen" to fail to work at first and then later function normally.

Though too, they may have later reasons to sabotage the device again, as they brought that to my attention many times in the past. The first notable audio gear sabotage fuckery was early on in 2002, when I took my reliable Sony Discman to the gym and ran on the tread mill, and the assholes decided they didn't like me listening at a moderate volume and then proceeded to reduce the volume (in my headphones), and no amount of attempted compensation with the volume adjustment would work. That wasn't the first remote hack of an unconnected device, but it signaled their meddling with audio gear, which continues to this day. And too, one has to wonder how do they know what the volume is at it reaches my ears by remote means? I don't know, but again, it wasn't the first time that they seemed to know what I was hearing at every moment.

These new headphones come with internal batteries to run the adaptive noise cancelling microphones, and have five buttons or ports on them. And they run Bluetooth, a common feature in consumer electronics, though the first time I have entered into this technical realm. And said buttons are multi-modal just to add more hidden features; hold for 5 seconds, hold a certain three buttons for 10 seconds etc. The utter depravity of user interface dysfunctional design is still with us. Not only that, some buttons are very easy to "inadvertently" press while placing on one's head, all to find out that the normal function has been messed with, begetting a vexing excursion to find out how it got messed up and to restore it. With Bluetooth and a 3.5mm jack, plus cell phone interactions (e.g. taking a call and stopping the music), multimodal functions, ear wear sensors to stop the source device (in Bluetooth only I found) and a cell phone app to optionally control or set the headphones, it is a Psychopathic exploitive delight in terms of multiple sabotage options and to piss me off in an attempt to recover normal listening. Never mind the headphone features where continued button pressing gets four levels of noise cancellation and no display of which one is selected. (A pre-recorded voice describes the button pressing action, but "somehow" it didn't work today). And besides, they can shut devices down anytime they like, as they did today with the digital audio player.

Plus, they add to the headphone wearing fuckery by creating itchy sensations in the corners of my eyes which need to be immediately relieved, all to force me to remove my work gloves, remove my headphones to then remove my eyeglasses to then attend to the itch. They just love this kind of disruptive fuckery, and all the more so when headphones are playing. Other headphone fuckery is to slowly move them on my head to a point they are about to fall off. After all, they are magnetic devices, and the Psychopaths use magnetic methods for most everything. The last measured magnetic flux around me was about 1800milligaus about 2010, when 0.5 is normal background level. I have been looking for a magnetic flux meter app for my phone but don't seem to have much traction in finding one to install. Assuming it isn't compromised of course, another common tactic of theirs.

Headphone use is a particularly fraught battleground of extra-conventional fuckery, so we shall see how long this one (noise cancelling) lasts before something goes wrong. The road noise onslaught from the adjacent Upper Bench Road and especially the most loathed noise in the universe, the HD motorcycle noise, have for now, been noise cancelled in these new headphones. But that doesn't stop the noise harassment fuckery though; the number of sudden punctuated noises has increased, the ones that get through the noise cancelling headphones from afar. These, so far, are car horns, a new noise to the noisescape of this particular locale. Well done assholes, and totally predictable.

Eye, ear or head itches have increased considerably these last 6 weeks, perhaps 20x/day now, when I had less than 6x/day (assuming I noticed). So I suppose this serves the headphone use interruption fuckery, though it has been a long standing method of inducing work or effort delay, and also, very likely some kind of remote energetic interaction determination.

06-02-2020
The above mentioned near leveling dysthymic fugue has diminished some in the last two days. I changed up a recent (three weeks ago) Rx (as in dropped it altogether), changed up my long running breakfast diet and I have finally pulled out of this near crippling pox. As to what exactly the problem cause is uncertain, but I better. BTW, long past experience is that the Psychopaths can remotely invoke depressive conditions to severe levels. I wonder if this is another method of remotely forcing someone to make lifestyle changes, all the way to no life at all. Just wondering. Anyhow, I am going to take some more iron IV infusions next week and maybe this will help. Curious that these didn't help my iron levels in 12-2019. We shall see. And too, it might be related to all things magnetic and the rest of the Psychopathic fuckery that goes with that.

Enough patter for a posting, and perhaps next posting I will get political on Covid19, the present riots (on racism- a fucking joke), and the decent into lawless governance as it seems. More succinctly expressed as "loot on", we got the police hog-tied. Why even their own police station was allowed to be trashed FFS.

Splitting Wood

09-09-2019
I am doing some on-off labor for a person who has a viticulture services business. He is keeping me somewhat busy on his personal property, an acreage, where he is putting in vines. Like any farm, hobby or bigger, there is no end of things to deal with, and today I was splitting firewood rounds for him. Not the old fashioned way with a maul, wedges and sledges thankfully, but with a rented hydraulic powered wood splitter. What a treat to use, and lo..., if the perps didn't exercise their fuckery whenever I use a new tool, machine or device, or software. A single hydraulic lever, forward and back, and only when I applied force on the lever. Sure enough they had me send it forward when I wanted it to go in the opposite direction, and vice versa, their usual tool operation fuckery, that even extends to operating a light switch or any other off-on binary switch. Though nothing major and no dangerous events. A reprieve of a kind.

The Psychopaths have long had an interest in me being around wood, and I suppose being a forester served their agenda in that respect too. And what is it about wood and all its properties that so interests the perps about, yet another plant material, even if it isn't alive. This is speculative of course, but it must be they they channel some kind of energy such that they grow tall and vertical, and presumably have some kind of signature retention of that energy. Otherwise, it would be easier for the trees to grow along the ground, which of course they don't.

Due to my extra wood splitting tasks, I was later than planned for yoga, and the "usual" crush of unusually prompt yogis erupted in this circumstance, displacing me from my regular location on the opposite side of the room from the entry door. At least 16 there, of which five dudes, three of whom who seem to "need" to remove their shirts. An absurd eruption of decorum in my view, one of them being a particularly languid and flabby specimen and seeming having never been to yoga before, anywhere, not just this class. So if you are a flabby and untanned middle aged male and haven't been to yoga before, or at least this studio, would you really go shirtless? I think not, unless you are instructed to do so.

(And if you think I am being overly analytical about attendance of the other yogis, there was a class about four years ago, when at class end, the male instructor thanked everyone for coming, and then added, "especially those who came on short notice". Like WTF; who gets notice to come to yoga, especially many, not just one person. Talk about a gimme as to orchestrated yoga class attendance.)

 As "usual" about five or so yogis I had seen before, and the rest came from I don't know where in this long running TI Victim Tour called yoga class. One of the quasi-regulars is this young blonde woman, about 160lb I reckon, just getting a little extra weight on her but nothing disgusting. She is big for sure, and almost my height, and she had a bikini top on to reveal a bare midriff. And what was more attractive is that she has no tattoos, none. In past classes she "happened" (at least 4x, the only times that she has come to class), to set up beside me on my R side at the next mat. So today, while I was barrelling in later than when I wanted, but before class start, she "happened" to precede me and set her mat down and with the room near packed (at 1720h for a 1730h start), I set my mat up beside her near the entry door. This would be the first time (of about five times) where the sequence of our arrivals was reversed. And furthermore, I was forced to place my mat near the only entry door as this location becomes a big cluster fuck every class.

I don't know this woman at all, and she scoots out quickly when class is over, but during class she seemed so annoyed/pissed, though not at anyone or anything that I could detect. Doesn't one go to yoga class to enjoy it to some extent?

I wasn't kept tattoo-view free in yoga though, in keeping with this particular odious trait of the Pscyhopaths to show me this Unfavored feature; one of the shirtless dudes in my usual mat location had a major fugly tattoo run down his L arm that was facing me. Well done; bring in a new shirtless yogi dude with a tats down his L arm who somehow "finds" my usual mat location (90% of my visits), just so I can see them from the other side of the room, a location that I have studiously avoided placing my mat. Having the regular blonde babe beside me in the same orientation (on my R side) fits the long running Psychopathic stalking pattern of placing the babe, (blonde is even more Favored), close by and having the Unfavored (unsightly) Fuckwit tattoo-splattered dude further away (10' past the blonde in this case), as if she was some kind of distant-dependent elicitation of auric goodness/gorgeousness (Favorable image) that needed to be compared to the more distant Fugly Fuckwit (decidedly Unfavored on two accounts). Go figure; this particular stalking vignette has been so incredibly consistent, the stalking stunt of a close-by blonde and further away male Fuckwit.

It did not escape my attention that after I arrived, still 10 minutes before class start, there were a few more yogis coming in, about two or so, one being the above mentioned dude with the fugly tattoos. He asked me if he could sit in front of me, and I said sure, or the other end of the instructor's mate, and he took the latter option. And lo, if some of the other mat dwellers didn't then proceed to shuffle their mats and make room for him, which as mentioned above, is my usual mat location. How is it that nobody does me these favors, the few times I come late? I get it, in fact I got it long ago; I am the pariah, either recognizably so by some means, for possibly have been instructed about with all other attendees as orchestrated shills, possibly having a prior rehearsal as it seemed by way of one instructor's verbal slip a while back. Why does this shit go on and on in such predictable patterns?   

09-11-2019
Another MS Windows upgrade, and another take-out (or crash if you prefer) of my audio functionality. I checked the Event Log, and yes, there was a security patch update today. That is, nothing at the operating system level, so what gives? I think we are getting close to 15 occurrences of this event this year, and the year isn't done yet. Sometimes the Psychopaths mimic this problem by causing a momentary (or longer) power outage which resets the external amplifier to zero and fakes me out for a time (minutes to days) until I discover that it isn't the PC itself. Funny how they like to create a regular problem (Windows updates killing the audio) and then arrange to have the same problem caused by another means (though only two of the power outage causes this year). Go figure.

I went swimming for exercise last night, the first time in 20 years, as I never found the right swim club when I moved to Seattle in 1999. It went well, though only for 30 minutes as there was no coach. Only two other swimmers, both friendly enough. The usual locker room coincidence, even if hardly anyone there, where someone "happens" to be using the locker next to mine. Tiresome to say the least.

And all day ear ringing, especially in my R ear which still seems to have water in it. I have never, ever, in 15 years of club swimming (3x/week) had water-in-the ear issues that went longer than the same day. And now, a whole fucking day of extra loud ear ringing, slightly impaired (or different) hearing, and the sensation of something in my ear. I tried at least 4x with Q-tips, alcohol, head shaking and the rest of it, all to no avail. Another never-before stunt that just "happens" to erupt after not having done a fitness swim in 20 years. Well done assholes. Nothing like exploiting a new event, or at least, one that hasn't been undertaken in a long time, in the minds of the Psychopaths.
 
09-11-2019
Another arranged coincidence to maximize my infuriation and inconvenience. I applied for a winery labor job last Friday, five days ago, and I had plenty of experience to at least get considered IMHO. That the job posting had just been extended by a month a few days earlier was a possible tip-off that they were still looking for someone. On the following Monday I had a day job, which would of been a likely day for a response to my job application. And lo, if I didn't "somehow" forget (read, forced "forget") to take my cell phone with me that day for work. As I was heading out the door, I sighted the phone, but put on my work vest as it has the pockets to put the phone in. And somehow in this intervening interval of 15 seconds or so, I "somehow" forgot to put the phone in the vest pocket. This is a new level of unbelievable of micro-managed neural intrusion. I have never, ever, had such an incidence of such goldfish memory. And yet the assholes pulled this in the most deliberate fashion. Their usual strategy to fuck with me like this is to create some issues, e.g., being late, and frazz the shit out of me and use this as the nominal reason for "forgetting" something that was so plainly obvious.

And in keeping with this forced "forget" stunt of not taking my cell phone to work, they nearly always have someone phone me while the phone sits unattended at my residence, who then gets voice mail, leaving a message, all to force protracted contact (if at all) with the person who left the message. That is, to cause rounds of phone tag, usually going on for days, (often over a weekend, like this instance) before an actual real-time phone conversation occurs. Sure enough, the prospective employer phones on Monday and leaves a message, name and phone number. I phone early the next day and no answer, so I leave a message. As it "happened" I was working only 500m from this same prospective employer, and I stopped by there after work, explained my phone tag problem to the polite tasting room person who phoned for the same person, but again, he wasn't answering his phone. Now two days after the person called, still no response.

Like WTF; what is the fucking point of jerking my ass around as to when I carry my phone on my person just so I miss a call on a day when it was totally expectable? I get 2-4 calls a week at best, and this would of been an expected call on this day, and it just so "happens" I get nailed with a severe and never-before case of goldfish memory neural intrusion just to fuck up this whole episode and protract real time contact. (Yet to be fulfilled). Which is what they have done repeatedly all my existence. That I am pissed is an understatement, and it being so obvious makes it worse.

And in case you think I am prone to phone-forgetting, I am not. Sure, maybe twice per work season/year, and this is the first instance this year (as I recall). So here I am, waiting for an important call on this very day, and I get nailed with a "forget" just so I miss the call. Thanks a bunch assholes.

Other related games of forced phone-tag (or delayed contact initiation) is for them to mess with my phone so it rings off just when I grasp it, not touching any of the highly inconveniently placed buttons or touch screen in the process. Another is to find that I had a call with no ringing, just a message some hours later.  Also dropping the phone (forced fumbling) just as I am picking it up is another one of their stunts, which suddenly rings off. I have no concept why a multi-billion dollar budgeted human harassment and nonconsensual experimentation agency has a need to fuck with me over answering a phone, but they have been absolutely relentless and consistent about this ever since they intruded and went berserk/overt in 04-2002.

09-12-2019
Well, it seems that my above analysis of my extended water-in-the-ear was incorrect. The sensation of ringing and something in my R ear continued all day today, along with an  elevation of body temperature. So.... the bastards gave me an ear infection, again playing fake-out, and having me think it was one condition, when it was another. I have never had an ear infection before, so forgive me in thinking it was a regular post-swimming outcome. I hope the infection subsides and I don't need to do a round of antibiotics, another perp interest that I have come to learn. Add that one to the list of Never-Befores, because in some 13 years of fitness swimming, 3x/week, I have never had an ear infection. I go once after an absence from swimming, and what "happens"? I get an ear infection from my first visit. Well done assholes.

Putting in vineyard trellis posts today; the holes were dug by a machine thankfully, as the ground is hard and full of rocks. It was my job to use the level and ensure that the posts were plumb and aligned and then I filled and packed the hole, keeping the post still plumb. All was good, and only one ornery post just wouldn't go plumb.

The above mentioned prospective job interest turned out to be a big nothing; the winery doesn't need any more staff. Well, it seemed they did four days ago, but the next business day after, they didn't. Expect me to believe that given the number of fake-outs, futility missions and related fuckery I have been through these past 17 years of this relentless abuse-athon? And I do find it interesting, this case being one, where "no prior experience needed" is stated in the posting, and I have plenty of experience and I don't even get an interview. Or even an expression of future interest, say, "how about you come by so we can talk about vineyard (not winery) work for 01-2020?" Nope; that shit never happens, and it doesn't matter how starved the winery and grape growing industry is of competent and loyal workers, they either don't think 4 months ahead, or else someone is jerking their chain IMHO. I suspect it is the latter, as they indicated in the ad that there may be future employment in the new year after the harvest is done, end of 10-2019. So much for that.

09-13-2019
Another round of job prospect fuckery made itself plain this morning. I get a text from somebody I didn't know from my former employer on the construction site last year. The job finished up back in 12-2019, but a second renovation phase of the extant building was begun this year. I asked around with former co-workers, if the company gets the job, and if they need a laborer, give me a call. Nada. And today, by way of inadvertent text message I learn that my pissy Russian co-worker got the job. Nice, huh? (For the record, I did reply to the inadvertent text to ensure they sent it to wrong person, and didn't get the name wrong). Not even an interview for crissakes.

Onto the doctor today to get my R ear looked at; a 30 minute wait in the office, not so bad as these walk-in clinics go and no major freak show specimens (Unfavoreds) in the waiting area. He flushed my ear with lots of warm water, but nothing came out. So.... yet more antibiotics, which just pisses me off no end. The Psychopaths have been exploiting their use as a reason to create other (embarrassing) problems, and I was sincerely hoping that I was done with this act, as the the last three years I have been least 3x/year. And lo, just when the side-effects clear up, why, another fucking round of antibiotics. Lets see; I have had antibiotics in me, on my skin, on my R big toe, in my eye, and now in my ear. Aren't we done this one yet?

The MS-Magicware was enacted earlier, and lo, if the audio wasn't working again, all day. But, in the evening, after returning from the grocery store, (and a busy gangstalking time it was, with one Fuckwit on multiple staring passes), I come home to put on some movie streaming, and lo, if MS didn't pull another install and killed the audio. Call it another one of those senseless and relentless perp dashed expectations stunts, one of the many forms of the managed and intensified adversity that suddenly erupted 04-2002 and hasn't let up.

I saw an interesting construction job advertised about three days ago. And just like last week, "somehow" I didn't pull it together and get a resume and response off until late this afternoon (Friday). Which is the identical timing and circumstance of responding the above mentioned winery harvest job. So what is the point of the assholes running interference so that they delay my job ad responses so they "hang" over the weekend? This is a specific example, but they pull this shit all the time, or else flat out block me altogether, or else pull the ad prematurely. I don't get it; why does some insane organization who I don't know, need to run interference, or otherwise delay, just about every plan or intention I ever make? And if it has suddenly intensified since 04-2002 when they first went berserk/overt, then it isn't ADD in the least.

09-15-2019
A landscape job with the owner of a vineyard, and my former employer, yesterday. Some light rain, enough for us to put things under cover and get rain jackets on and then it backed off. I cannot possibly estimate the number of these inconvenient-but-short weather changes  that force these temporary changes in clothing (as in putting on rain gear), but I reckon that these have tripled since the onset of this abuse-athon in 04-2002.

It was a roundelay of tasks yesterday; landscaping, then loading the pickup truck with it and additional garbage, then lopping off overhanging branches over the driveway, debris removing with the leaf blower, cutting a weed stump with a chainsaw and then applying herbicide, re-organizing the pickup load and then taking the truck to the landfill and doing a tour of the differing dump piles; glass and cardboard recycle, metals, vegetation piles and finally the refuse. As regular readers will know, this was quite a whirlwind tour of all Psychpath/Perp favorite tasks and activities; and especially the landfilll. They just cannot get enough of me visiting landfills and traversing and dumping in the various piles. Don't ask why, as I don't know.

The vegetative material has long been a gangstalking prop from the get go though, starting in 04-2002 even. The sudden predominance of landscaping vehicles packing vegetative matter such as lawn clippings, shrub cutting etc. didn't go unnoticed then, and they are still at it. And having me work in farm and vineyards these past 11 years likely serves the same purpose, though I don't know what.

Rain all day today, which is very unusual, and that kept me from going hiking. I later went to Oliver to pick up 4lb of basil for pesto making, and the vehicular gangstalking scene seemed rather heavy for that time. Nothing dangerous or outrageous thankfully.

Enough for a posting I reckon and to call this one done.

PC Audio Take Down

[09-09-2019 -day of the nines, whatever that might mean for the numerologists. I found this in my Draft section of Blogger/Blogspot, and it was composed on the dates shown, its publication was delayed due to continuing PC sabotage, both PC's in fact, one after the other in rotation]

07-20-2019
Are we at eight PC (Windows) audio take downs for 2019 now? I have lost count. I can play music from my Sony HAP music server (love it) through the same audio system, but "for some reason" the audio through the same system from this here PC won't play. And all the more inconvenient as I was going to play an online video tonight. When, oh fucking when, will MS ever get it that they just cannot upgrade and scoot? (Yes, I checked the Maintenance Log, and they did an upgrade today. Well done Nadella & Co.; even the Embalmer didn't pull this shit).

Well at least they are the nominal cause, but as the rate of things going wrong suddenly escalated by at least a factor of ten as of 04-2002 when the perps first went berserk/overt when they invaded my apartment, I suspect they are the real cause. No functional system goes unsabotaged in Psychopath mentality. I had planned to upgrade to a new PC with Linux next year, and free myself from these continued MS audio take-down upgrades that have plagued me, but I may have to accelerate that need. The boys at the PC repair place were all keen on doing an upgrade next year, "Intel 10 Gen, etc." so I really don't want to disappoint them as they thought my timing was perfect. And they liked my rack mounted PC too. This old guy gets some computer savvy cred from the boys even if he isn't a gamer. Imagine that.

07-23-2019
An over-populated shit show/gangstalk at yoga last night. Almost without exception, if I leave 5 minutes later than my usual time, (15 minutes before class start time), they cram the place with other yoga students. Which they did. I barely found a spot on the far wall, and lo, if I wasn't surrounded by four dudes. One of whom was in this intense extra noisy breathing mode, no matter how restful the pose was. At one point while doing a rather benign resting pose, he was breathing noisily and I gave him the stare, and lo, if he didn't catch it and then he made less breathing noise. Imagine that; the TI victim gets to make a point, that is taken. Truly a rare event.

Onto LD after yoga, and three Fuckwits were strung across the entrance in the usual Psychopathic/Perp fashion of they each pretending the other wasn't there and each oblivious to their combined effect. I think I need a Blogger label for this patent gangstalking move; perhaps the "orchestrated mutually oblivious ambulatory egress obstruction" stunt. A bit of a mouthful, so perhaps a TI reader can help me out to make it more concise.

They weren't done though; a three dude gangstalking convergence erupted when I was at the chocolate section, a long standing gangstalking "magnet-moment" these past 17 years of this abuse-athon. And the Psychopaths has this one planned as they forced more dwell time for me as I was looking for a particular kind of chocolate that is ordinarily there, which enabled the gangstalking dudes to arrive within about 10 seconds while I was looking (kept in place). Again, it was a case of each of them pretending that there wasn't some kind of peculiar "happen-chance" event, you know, me plus three other males just "happening" to have a chocolate fix within an hour of closing time when LD has minimal traffic. Which is why I do most of my regular shopping after 1900h. More orchestrated pretending, or perhaps, orchestrated individual obliviousness. Tiresome, seeing this act, and everyone acting purposely evasive/furtive.

07-24-2019
Yet another bird shit strike on my windshield, exactly where I look through on the drivers side. Them birds just seem to have an unerring knack of hitting that exact spot, 8/10 times for all the other avian shittings that "happen" on my vehicle. As I have long complained, the perps have an abiding interest in the kind of glass that I look through, and automotive safety glass is unusual in that it has a transparent plastic sheet in it to hold it together to stop shattering, aka, safety glass.

07-27-2019
I saw the waxololgist today, full legs. And it was at a new location as the training school where I normally go doesn't have spa students at the moment. This was a regular spa and  the waxologist was a former student. I might as well as been a ghost; the staff keep their heads down and don't say anything. The waxologist was perfunctory and wasn't up for conversation, leaving me to do the most of it. A rare day that I lead the chat. A good job though, no errant hairs like the students leave.

Speaking of which, is there any customer service person out there that doesn't seem evasive, furtive, scared, tentative or otherwise oddly unengaged and distant? Not if you are TI, though there is one exception in town that I can think of who seems genuine and approachable. Or, the flip side (though more infrequent) is that they come on way too friendly, artificially so, you know, the pasted on smile and the extra head weaving. So how do all these customer service folks know about me in advance as a TI? Do they go through a prior rehearsal (perhaps with my clone/double), or is there something about me they can see and I cannot? Again, I ask my readership.

As an addendum to the above paragraph; I'm not expecting Smilesville, where everybody is Pollyann-ish and putting on the happy face. I rather deal with real folks, and even if they were unsmiling and normal, say like a Russian (why Russians don't smile, LOL), I would be fine with that as it would be more like me anyhow.

In fact at SOF supermarket where I regularly shop, there is this customer service man, about 60+ yo. with white hair and with a smile perpetually plastered on his face, and he  scares the piss out of me and I simply cannot look at him. (My turn to be furtive). I avoid the regular check outs, which are often obstructed with long lines, so I don't need to look at this man. And of course, it just so "happens" at the staffed checkouts he does need to come over and do the check out of my wine purchases because the original checkout person doesn't have the credentials. (They might be old enough, but there is this mini-course that they need to take and pass to be able to check out wine purchasing customers in this province). And of course, and curiously too frequent IMHO, my self-check out often has a "problem"/glitch etc., not of my making, and he often comes over to reset the device. And too, he just seems to be working the later evenings when I shop there to avoid the gangstalking cluster fucks.

[Anyhow, I thought I would get this finished up, even if late, and lo, if the late-for-yoga full on stalking crush, per above, didn't erupt yet again tonight (09-09-2019) as I finish this posting up and publish.]

Yet More Helicopter Coverage

04-24-2019
Vineyard activity today; the helicopters were busy on some kind of long line bucket training. It seemed to be "AStar day", as there was at least two of them working. (The AStar (AS 350) is now called the H125 in Airbus-speak). The "usual" spitting of plasma and maser beams from them, as well as a maser "glow". That is, a blackish cloud surrounding the helicopter as it traversed. In both cases, they were ferrying extremely slowly, and not always dragging the long line. In one instance, the red and white AStar came and circled overhead and went back to the Penticton airport (I presume, the direction it came from). Talk about making it obvious. In another instance, a blackish line projected from the long trailing line, and came at me, separated from the helicopter. The perps seem to be able to make these blackish lines, filaments, zingers etc., which I take to be magnetic masers, project from anything, including people. As a rule, they don't travel too fast; it takes about three seconds for them to travel some 10km in my experience.

There were other models of helicopters traversing over the vineyard at times, and per "ususal", they inserted the odd noisy single engine private plane.

The Psychopaths seem to be on the rag today, fucking me around ("forgets"), pulling items from my hands etc. All the "usual" fuckery.

Stalker coverage was heavy at LD and SOF, and one couple "happened" to stalk me at the first location, and lo, if there weren't there ahead of me at the checkout *after two others)  at the second location. And fugly dudes in shorts were on display bigtime tonight. You know, the shorts sized so big that two guys could fit in them. Also the waddling males presentations too. Add in the tattoos down the arms, and especially the dude at the checkout behind me who just "happened" to immediately arrive after me to show off his disgusting tatt-splat. I don't know how he pulled that as I was fed up with the couple stalking, as as only one manned checkout was open, I was cautious for another stalker erupting on me and was certain there wasn't another. And lo, this Fuckwit erupts from an adjacent aisle and proceeds directly to the cashier.

The fat fucker stalker dude at LD managed to cover me three times at three different aisle ends; well done shit head; how did you know that aisle ends and directional changes (ambulatory or vehicular) are the number one gangstalking moment (aka, anisotropy of space) and have been for over 17 years of this insane shit and abuse that suddenly rained (and reigned) down 04-2002. Actually, that should be the anisotropy of the charge field that fills space (here on Earth).

Then I got back at 2130h from LD and SOF, dark by then, and the rail for the sliding gate fell down off the wall. So I finish off putting my purchases in the house, and go outside with the flashlight (after the Psychopaths infuriated me by fucking me out of recognizing the flashlight as it was hanging in its regular spot (or else they temporarily teleported it)), and dealt with the rail, and lo, just as I finished fixing it, why, another helicopter overhead. Well done assholes; the final helicopter coverage (stalking) event (all of five seconds) was exquisitely timed to me being delayed (an extra trip outside) by the gate rail that "happened" to drop off, as it does every three months or so.

One could safely say the perps were on the rag today in terms of extra (over and above the imposed extra normal) things going wrong, infuriations, mind-fucks, extra late-night shopping stalking and checkout obstructions and the rest of their fucking insanity. Just leave me out, and I don't care if I am Victim Zero, Prime Subject or whatever the terminology they use for TI's under this intense barrage of extra-conventional abuse and gangstalking coverage.

Yesterday I took my vehicle to the Ford dealership for an oil change; I thought it would be an hour, but no, two hours in the waiting area. And what a shit show of gangstalking in the waiting area; no end of "staff", particularly the heavy tattoo-ed ones, just kept needing to visit the waiting area for the coffee maker. The featured woman staff member did at least three visits, and it was she I also saw at the beginning and end of my visit. (And with whom I booked the appointment with, as I was told that only she could book tire changes; but as it was going to take three weeks I got it done somewhere else). The ever friendly blonde woman gave me a hug (uncharacteristically) when I first arrived, even if I was at the service desk with someone else. That was the end of her, and none of the usual chatting, as she was elsewhere (most curiously) for the two hour stay. So I suppose it was about having me be interested in K**i (a low cut top helped) instead of T**h, when I expected to be nattering to the latter. Another one of those dashed expectations stunts again.

Later I went to Kelowna for some errands, and also stopped by a hifi shop for an hour long audiophile presentation on AC power; And lo, if Kelowna AC power supply isn't equivalent to that found in the third world in terms of line fluctuations and line noise. Well done Fortis.

Audio shutdown on the PC again; after two weeks of intense infuriation in 01-2019 as to fixing it, though not known how, the Psychopaths have struck again, and PC audio is now fucked; As in not playing from the audio player, internet sources. Well done assholes in raising the infuriation level yet again.

04-25-2019
More heavy helicopter coverage; the AStars again, and at least one doing the back-and-forth extra-obvious stalking run. My acerbic rejoinder for these events, is that the pilot forgot to bring his lunch, but two days in succession?

04-27-2019
Another Hwy 97 road block incident, less than a kilometer from where the same "happened" the very evening I was to go to Kelowna, April 14. Well, I suppose this can happen, but for crissakes, if the road width supports putting a concrete median barrier in, then do it. And from personal experience, and per linked photo, it seems that there is sufficient road width. Make it a five year plan, and start on the worst bends first.

04-28-2019
Continued high strangeness coming from the vineyard owner today, as it has been all week. To the point I think she is quietly deranged, or else acting out a skit that has been orchestrated for her. As to why she rounds on me, and yet was so impersonal earlier in the week, I have no idea. That the boss man has let matters slide to the point that the pruning wasn't adequately resourced for the last month is also mighty curious. (Now pruning as the buds burst). No telltale signs of twitchy mouth or other behavioral strangeness coming from her, so I am going to assume this was one big all-week skit. Well done; you had me fooled and that served the Psychopathic cause for all the "usual" perp stunts;

• "find" me" at a row end (again, changing direction is a HUGE deal for the perps), 
• run the irrigation for no seeming reason (water supply from various sources is another substantial perp interest),
• put on the "don't know you" act; e.g. "were you the person who was here two days ago?" -yes, and you are way too smart to ask such a dumb question unless you are seriously cognitively impaired,
• standing behind me (3x in 5 minutes, saying nothing) for no apparent reason is gangstalking writ large, and 
• splitting my colleague apart so we would then incrementally work closer is another long time perp stunt.

Go fuck yourself; and act real crazy next time. And you can be sure I am not going back to re-evaluate the quality of your acting.

Not letting up on the helicopter coverage at this vineyard, why, a first-time sighting of a low flying Canadian military CH-148 Cyclone, (Sikorsky S-92, military variant) operational only since June 2018. As to why it "happened" to fly 600 miles inland and appear overhead I have no idea. Its predecessors, the Sea Kings, were also regular over-flight helicopter choices when I lived in Victoria, where a squadron is based.

Enough for the week, and onto posting this.

Informational Censoring From Amazon

01-21-2019
Or would that just be construed as an "enhanced shopping experience"? As a 23 (yep) year customer of Amazon, I have finally got seriously pissed with them. In the name of some kind of "helping you" convenience, (or at least, that is my notion of why they might be doing this), they will now only display on Amazon.com to us Canadians what can only be shipped here to Canada. If there is something that doesn't, then us Canadians won't see it, nor will we be told about it at any future date. Well done Amazon; in the name of "helping" (or convenience, or other such feint) you have censored what we can see that might be available. Now understand, previously, if there was anything that could not be shipped north of the border, there was a message displayed on the page for the item. So it was never a mystery game (unlike Newegg, read on) as to whether an item was available in Canada or not. But at least one would learn of an item's existence from Amazon.com.

Until now, Amazon.com served as an effective search engine as to what was out there in the retail sphere, such that one could further pursue an item should it not be on Amazon.ca. And believe me, Amazon.ca is a lame shadow of its US parent. Nearly every week I would look for something, and compare the two Amazons to validate the true unavailabilty and cost differential of an item. (About 90% of the time we get screwed in Canada for far more than the outrageous exchange rate).

And so as of this date, the Great Disintermediator has now become the Great Nationalistic Marketing Delimiter (read, Censor). Just to think in the early days of Amazon (any country) that Bezos was playing up (chirping on even) the need to break down marketing borders; say, if something was available in the UK first, then US customers could immediately procure that item, often a book, considerably ahead of time. (And too, they might of learned what was in the UK edition that wasn't in the US edition, besides the minor language differences). For now, or at least until they withdraw the notice, we get this lame-assed message:

We ship internationally
We're showing you items that ship to Pxxxxx ...[Canada only actually -insert by author]. To see items that ship to a different country, change your delivery address.
Additional language settings are available.

How lame is that? Am I supposed to keep changing my country designation, (and language setting) even if they can detect where I really am, in order to find out if an item is available elsewhere? Soon, they won't supply this message and then us Canadians (and other countries) will be deluded into thinking that what is on Amazon.ca (a significant smaller subset, as mentioned above), is all that there is. In mid-2018 they pulled this shit in Australia, blocking orders from Amazon.com to Australia, where the same huge disparity in product availability exists, and I figured it was going to be the future Amazon world way. I was right. Maybe Bezos' divorce settlement, purported to be a world record by three orders of magnitude (but not yet public), is is going to be subsidized as compensation for this outrageous curtailment of informational freedom. If not, then who is pulling Bezos' chain, the richest man in the world at $150 Billion? In the least, I hope that Amazon won't continue to flog itself as a search engine, the height of censorial hubris, though I wouldn't put it past Bezos' crew.

And Newegg the smaller online retailer, bent over early in 2018, and supplied the template for this supine online market limitation retailing. They have had Newegg.ca for a long time, but if the item wasn't there, but was on Newegg.com, one could still order it and have it delivered into Canada (paying extra shipping, border crossing ransom, duty and taxes of course). Then in 2018 they began applying rules to the order after the shopping decisions were made. If the item wasn't available in Canada and was ordered from Newegg.com, why, it would just immediately disappear from the order! Thanks a lot you censorial dupes, and it will be the last time I order anything from Newegg.

I am now disgusted with humanity more than ever. You would think if you were the richest man in the world you could call all the shots, but it ain't so. (Or, maybe there is a substantive alternate reason, but I don't see one as I write this).

01-22-2019
With the counter top improvements I made to the place, it caused my rack server, which contained all my electronics (player, PC, amplifier) to be removed for the fist time in at least four years. the PC and Oppo are on the floor, and the amplifier above them on the counter top. And it was moved gently and all, but now the assholes have decided to use this as an excuse to cause the video to drop out sporadically. That is, Youtube, Netflix and any continual type of source. And now even as I write this blog. Needless to say I was mightily infuriated as there are just so many things going wrong of late, that until the insane perps leave this place and my life, they get the blame.

Besides, they have had an ongoing, if not all consuming, interest in disrupting visual flow. From placing Fuckwits on the bus to block my view, repeatedly, and on slow days in slow directions, it has been nothing but a fucking nightmare. So now, they have started a new piece of fuckery, and that is dropping the signal on my display screen. There is absolutely no conventional reason for this whatsoever, as I have disconnected and reconnected this equipment many times, and now, "for some reason", it is used as an excuse to disrupt video display.

I pulled the rack out today and reconnected everything so the rack can be cut down to fit underneath the new counter top. Before, it stood at a full 40" high along the tables against the wall, but is now too high for the counter top, so I pulled everything out so it can be taken to the welding shop. Sure, the components got moved, but nothing was mishandled or dropped, but now the assholes have used this as an excuse to fuck the shit out of my video display.

I went shopping at the big box hardware store for white caulking with the stocking/stalking assistant arriving on my ass with a case of caulking, and also doing her back and forths with more cases of caulking. Then on the opposite shelves and looking for the white filler wax on the opposite shelves, and getting dithered as to seeing what I was there for, why a, white shirted large dude comes belting around the corner just as I discover the location of the white filler wax. High excitement in Perpville; finding (another) white substance while he color matches it with his shirt. (And with it being cold out, why didn't he have a jacket on?).

After doing the checkout experience (always a big deal as the perps so love to stalk my ass when engaging in a financial transaction), and now in the parking lot, why, a dude at his vehicle two stalls from mine, is putting on (go figure) his painting whites at his driver's side. Another set up, as these Fuckwits in white just keep "erupting". As my vehicle was parked on his passenger side, why, this white suited Fuckwit walks around his vehicle so he can now be seen from my driving seat. Two mysterious events by this white dressed Fuckwit while getting in my vehicle with two white products in hand (caulking and filler wax) and green painter's masking tape, preceded by a white shirted Fuckwit in the aisle. Now closing in on 18 years of this insane and perverse choreography.

01-23,24-2019
Snowed today, and it stayed. On with my care-taking duties while my landlords are away in Mexico for 8 weeks. That is, clearing the sidewalk, pathways, vehicles and on the inside, the mail and general checking about.

I always wondered why the anti-oil pipeline activists were so nutzo and utterly irrational, and now I know. The nutzos would include the Vancouver mayor (Gregor Robertson) and his ideological pal, British Columbia's Premier Hourigan. (Whom I call Hooligan). The Rockefellers and other large US interests are funding the so-called green activists want to keep Alberta oil in the ground, and presumably, to slow down economic development. So this utter shit-show over the past 10 years over pipelines, has been orchestrated by billionaire funded saboteurs with reaches to the highest levels in the land. Read Vivian Krause' work, (a list of news articles, and her blog site). And too, sticking it to that enviro-poseur, Suzuki, (and his profane response to a legitimate challenge) the darling of the limousine liberal left, not to mention of our supposed objective taxpayer funded Canadian Broadcasting Corporation. (And scooping an honorary doctorate from the University of Alberta after flouting their avowed standards of maintaining scientific integrity). Fair questions indeed, and can we have some answers from our elected officials that stand up to scrutiny?

So..., this for me invokes a severely critical look at all these environmentalists and what their real objectives are. And too, the long entrenched ones like Suzuki, and why is he feeding at the trough of billionaires? I would call Vivian Krause' work and the concomitant non-response of the elected officials and other supposed environmentalists a total game changer for me. Not quite to the level of being abused and harassed as a nonconsensual human experimentee all one's life, but certainly casting a whole new and critical perspective on the resource activists in this here region. I don't think I will ever take environmentalists at their word any more, nor the aligned preachings of the elected officials singing off the same song sheet.

01-27-2019
Another and intensified round of exasperation with Windows and MS, and computer audio, as I have been for the past 10 years. I was cleaning up some music files, and clicked on one and it gave me the option of playing it, so I selected it as I hadn't remembered what it was. What a fucking mistake that was, even if it was MS supplied software called "Groove". More like "the abyss that missed". This fucking MS software has locked up the audio and my J River won't play, nor Youtube or anything off this PC. Well done Microsoft; you give me an audio player I didn't want, and didn't know that I had (by not telling me), and then screw me with a "handy" command to play a music file, and then crash my audio on the whole PC (for the session and for good) for which you assholes supply the operating system.

I had this system tweaked and tuned and working flawlessly for the past two years, playing everything through my Oppo and its DAC, and using J River to play stored audio files, all playing through the same stereo system. (No mean feat either, as that was worth a week of exasperation in itself). Now it is fucked up owing to one single use of an audio player from the outfit that makes the operating system. I have looked up what might the problem be, and will do some more troving, but I am so fed up with MS and their utter shit software that clobbers the one thing that was working great, in spite of them. Why did you do this? Did you ever think I would use another MS product for playing audio? NEVER, owing to past MS stunts, like attempting to lock me into YOUR proprietary audio formats, which I never, ever, found acceptable. (Same for you Apple). So stick with your proprietary formats and leave FLAC files alone. Furthermore, if you see that someone has invested some money in obtaining and using a far better audio player, don't secretly load Groove or whatever next audio clobbering product you dream up.

This Groove thing might be the first product that MS has put out there to play non-proprietary audio files, such as the FLAC codec, which I use. After an absurd 15 year long pissing match between MS and Apple over their proprietary audio file formats, at least the former had the sense to get with it, and realize that no one wants their music files to be locked in with their OS vendor. But, MS forgot to learn the basic lesson from Apple; make your software work seamlessly, never a concern for them formerly. And for MS; if I submit a bill for combing the Internet to find a solution, and fix it, at least two hours I reckon, will you pay it? One might wonder where the music industry is in all this, but hey, Apple rumbled them years ago with Itunes.

And for the audiophile community, the NAS thing doesn't cut it either. A NAS vendor that cuts support of FLAC files within months of me purchasing the hardware, and the NAS software that cannot update itself through the firewall, and the NAS box firing off and doing backups of things that I didn't want, or just plain firing off and I don't know what it is doing as it wasn't scheduled.

I cannot believe the audio systems manufacturers, save a few (noted below), can be so utterly boneheaded as to think potential customers want to mess with two computers to play music, the PC and the NAS on the network. And then to add a third computer, a mobile phone, to control their audio devices, typically "streamers" (but in fact are wildly inconsistent in their nomenclature as to just what that is), is the height of techno-absurdity. What were those audio gear designers thinking; "lets have more device dependencies (from other hardware and software vendors) because we are so lazy as to not want to make a real audio server, and better yet, have an ever mutable interface in the form of a mobile phone app to mess with the heads for our customers". Something like that.

There has to be someone yanking their collective chain such that nearly all the audio gear manufacturers "somehow" haven't got on board with audio servers. And to get that term  correctly understood, it would have on board (in-box if you prefer) storage for audio files and must have an interface with it to control the device. (And you can add mobile apps, wifi, network access and all that too if you must). Kind of like a CD player, ya know, just that the physical medium is a file storage device which could be put on removable trays, kinda like real servers for the past 30 years. Apart from the serious glam high end audio gear (over $3kUSD), only Nativ (great looking interface), Cocktail (removable drive trays are a great feature, as well as being the most versatile gear out there), and almost unbelievably, Sony and the HAP-ES box (and HAP S1Es) are the only ones that truly get it. Thinking that plugging in a NAS as the music source, or a mobile phone app as a credible interface is design indolence. And to then supply "streamers", basically a web connected computer that preferentially accesses audio sources ("radio" or streaming services) is just plain waving the middle finger at those who have music collections and want to listen to them. There is nothing like frustrating one's customers, especially for prolonged durations, to earn everlasting disdain and contempt. Just ask the the Windows crowd.

Two rants done (above); the first and more immediate fuckery precipitating the second. Now, onto getting the right audio equipment and getting off Windows. My New Year's resolution is now in focus and articulated.

Not a good week for keeping confidence in technology or human behavior, but hey, I had my belief system turned upside down when this relentless abuse-athon began 04-2002. This week's disillusions are merely an exposition of a(nother) facet of The Powers That Be, TPTB.

New Job in Mid-Season

07-18-2017
Another smokey hazy day, as there are so many forest fires here in BC. None locally, but the smoke does carry, and then sit in this Okanagan valley. Which also means it limits the amount of solar radiation. What would of been a hot day of say, 32C, is only some 28C. The perps love sunlight and heat games, and I suppose they are up to their usual tricks of "local dimming" again. Two years ago there was plenty of smoke haze in the valley, comparable to these past two weeks.

My third consecutive day at my new employer, mainly a vineyard operation, though I see they have a winery that is just completed. I am working on my own for the most part, though the boss lady does come by every so often. Goodness knows why the perps needed to cycle me from a 6 person crew situation of five months, to a work-alone situation for two remaining months of the vineyard season. But as they have had me in a near work-alone situation for the past five years, save last year with one co-worker, it is all the more curious as to why they had to revert to the former situation. But it seems they had this one planned, with Difficult Dick at the last employer rounding on me 4x to come across as a rude-assed deranger. The boss man there did not ask as to why I was leaving. Funny how that "happens".

07-19-2017
A hot day in the vineyard, tucking shoots by hand. No reprieve (as in reduced solar intensity) from the smoke today, as it was relatively light. The assholes screwed with my vitamin intake again, this time "forgetting" me out of taking them at lunch, even if sitting in the bottom of my lunch bag and duly seen at the time. Within the hour I knew it, as the energy depletion fuckery came on, when I am just fine in the heat. And of course, more adversity comes on and the assholes make sure I get fucking pissed. (Or "pissed off" as we say in Canada).

Adding to the adversity, they fucked with my cable from the headphones to the player, so just when I had 285 songs queued from my very favorite singer, LR, why, there is intermittent channel drop-outs. Ergo, shut it down and go without any tunes while doing boring vineyard work for the rest of the day.

If that weren't enough, they added insult to injury, (a favorite perp timing), by trashing the zipper on the pouch that goes on my work belt, making my phone and DAP exposed, and of course (per perp adversity), ready to spill out. Ongoing relentless fuckery, one on top of the other, and timed coincidentally even if there are no contingencies

Continuing in this theme of stereo channel fuckery, my stereo at my residence has L channel drop outs, these being the new cables that replaced the ones that mysteriously developed a break in the solder joint.

07-20-2017
A warm, but partially cloudy day in the vineyard; no smoke. Even a spatter of rain for 20 seconds after lunch, a favorite "gotcha" perp timing.  But that didn't stop the perps from arranging entertainment of a kind. Across the lake a fire broke out, and in time, that brought in the helicopter to dump water on it. All was duly timed for me to watch this at my 1000h break from my vehicle.

07-21-2017
Another day of dull and boring tucking; the audio device fuckery was all about having me bring my home (usually) headphones into the vineyard, which are typically a PIA as the vertical earpiece posts hang up on the vine shoots. And then in the afternoon the DAP battery was depleted, so only a partial listening to LR.

This vineyard is closer to a busy road, so now the traffic noise has amped up; the usual parade of HD motorcycles, bad mufflers, hot rods, sirens etc. Even more noisy was first thing this morning, when three deer got in the vineyard and the owner chased them out in his ATV. Plus he made a few visits on his ATV to me to explain things. And then some mysterious low frequency noise, like a subwoofer aimed my way from 200m away for five minutes. All jolly good noise games while listening intently to LR, for whom the sun rises and sets.

The male co-owner came by at one point, and chatted briefly. It seems he wants me for next year's vineyard work. That is good to know I am wanted longer term. Presumably the radio-therapy cancer treatments planned this fall won't screw things up, nor any other introduced ailments, most of which seem to be focused around having a dopamine deficiency. I have beating on this problem for over 20 years, and with the exception of stimulant medication for 2.5 years, I have got absolutely no clinical traction. And for the record, the very effective (and no problem) stimulant medication was taken from me due to this insane incursion/invasion in my Seattle apartment in 04-2002 by what amounts to the Gestapo of the Fourth Reich. And they have gangstalked and harassed the literal shit out of me every since, and obstructed, if not directed, all my clinical care since. (And likely before too). So you think you live in a free country, the US or Canada? Not in my experience.

07-22-2017
Saturday, and a day off. I attended to some domestic chores, replete with same color vehicle gangstalking. (What is it about taking glass to the recycle depot that so excites the perps to put on extra silly shit?)  I attempted a walk-in doctor clinic visit, but the assholes stacked it with at least 15 seeming patients lined up ahead of me. After a 5 minute wait that was going nowhere, I decided to bail on this ritual of getting swarmed at the door, and instead, purchase yet more chocolate at LD next door. Despite the new medication, me being there for a refill, it hasn't abated the chocolate habit. And I always know when my dopamine production is working as it should, as I don't crave chocolate. Its been rare these past 15 years of this senseless and relentless abuse and harassment. But the odd time, a combination of tyrosine and or phenylalanine will work. Then it dissipates in a few weeks.

Then off to a hike at McIntyre Bluff; no tanning today as it was cloudy, though warm and no threatening rain.

07-23-2017
A straight day of vine tucking, the job becoming more adverse with each passing day. It seems the wires were raised, but no straightening or wire clipping was done, and the shoots could then fall down on each other. So, along comes me, and I get to straighten them up, and just two days ago they supplied the clips to pinch the wires together and keep them vertical.  I have been on this job for the past six days, and am at least three days from finishing this 4.5 acres.

And despite wearing short for the past four weeks, I see my leg tan has gone absolutely nowhere for the past two weeks. That is, it hasn't got any deeper, and my tan is stalled out at a mid-brown, and may have even diminished some. I just don't understand why the perps need to jack around with my level of skin brown-ess. But as they have been on a total brown color fixation since all this abuse began in 04-2002, why am I surprised? They seem to be holding my leg tan to a constant level. Or else they are jacking with my perception of color, something they have long been doing, as it seems from what I heard from an expert on the radio, everyone's perception of color is unique. Great; another reason to be experimented upon at substantial length, as if 47 prior years wasn't enough.

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Audio Volume Antics

04-23-2017
And what is it about audio volume for music and videos that so interests the perps that they must relentlessly fuck with it? Either lowering the volume or shutting it off. Yesterday a 10 minute screaming-at-the-assholes show erupted when they fucked with the Oppo, when I put on the first movie in months. The movie volume would not come through the audio system. Eventually it was "solved" as they stopped mind-fucking me as to the correct input switch on the amplifier. I have played movies on this system many times, and "somehow" I got screwed up, and "somehow" when I was on the correct setting, there was still no volume. Then it suddenly worked.

Tonight they are busy screwing me out of having Youtube play through the same audio system, but the PC based player is working. Normally I don't have to make any audio gear switches from player to internet (all from the PC), but for some reason this is not working tonight. Other than blatant fuckery, another trick of theirs is to pull the plugs out some connections, to prevent the signal getting through. Another was 6 weeks ago when they broke a soldered joint in the interconnect cable connector that formerly worked fine. Said joint was protected and in no way flexed or messed with, and "somehow", it failed inside the hard shell RCA connector all by itself. Direct hardware fuckery goes back to 2002 when they could remotely limit the volume on my Sony Discman when I was listening at the gym while on the treadmill. They kept slowly diminishing the volume and eventually I gave up on that device as a useful player.

I cannot conceive as to why a billion dollar per year budgeted black operation has to fuck with my audio listening for 15 years. Are they utterly and organizationally insane as they are malevolent and relentless, or is there something important to the inner workings of the brain as promoted by listening to music? I suspect it is the dopaminergic response they are attempting to determine (or remotely replicate), which is entirely consistent with their objectives for these 15 years of this imposed abuse-athon. Don't they ever get it? Just leave me the fuck alone.

Landlord pop-ups in the window, facing to the side, perfectly catching my peripherial vision, something the perps have been long testing, as in been there, done that. Turns out he was doing some lawn edging, something I have never known him to do in the four years I have lived here. He was doing pop-ups in the kitchen window on one occasion two years

04-24-2017
Monday, and onto vineyard work, finishing up trellis wire moving. The top wires needed to be moved up one final notch on the slotted posts. It was hard work for the shorter two women on the crew. The weather started off wet, hence ski jacket. Then by afternoon it was warmer, down to my shirt, and headphones on. That didn't stop the weather drama though; big black clouds to the W formed and brought cool air, but thankfully, it skipped by on the other side of the lake and didn't unload on us. Big black clouds formed to the E too, enough for some serious rain threat, but didn't come over either. Between the dark rain clouds as the afternoon developed, and only getting a few spattering out of it

04-25-2017
Digging out weeds in the vineyard; the bunch grass is a formidable invader, and gets stronger each year. No herbicide treatments here, just mechanized weed cultivation which is in need of an upgrade. In other words, it doesn't get them all by any means, and once the bunch grass is established, it cannot get it out. Or else, it cuts the weed off at the roots and then displaces them, all for them to re-start in short order.

There is two of us weeding together, one from each side of the row. The NZ woman was my worker-mate, and she was reasonable conversation for the day. And to add to the show, three helicopters came to visit the vineyard tasting room in the afternoon. First we had to move our vehicles; then a Bell 206 came in and departed, and then two smaller Robinson 244's arrived and set down on the same helipad. I wasn't nearby, so I couldn't see how close they were, but it did seem unusual.

A 2.5 hour nap attack tonight. As nearly always, I was not running a sleep deficit and there was no conventional reason for needing so much extra sleep.

04-27-2017
Another day of digging weeds, very heavy clods of bunch grass, often 15-25lb. Brutal work, not unlike those gulag dwellers who are to grow their own food. Except that they don't get paid for it. I still work with the NZ woman, who is a valiant trooper and sticks with it in reasonable humor.

All those green tips of grass that I see all day long in the course of the above weeding are fodder for plasmic and visual fuckery. The Psychopaths replay the same grass visage in front of me; either in front of this LCD or a book or whatever. It is the same pattern of vertical grass shoot tips and their characteristic color. Why do I need to be hounded with the same color and pattern I see all day long at home? They say that every individual's perception of color is neurologically different, so maybe the Psychopaths need to hit me with this day-long image in different lighting and location to then learn how to remotely fuck with my color perception. Surely they could fuck with some one who is color blind? Or maybe they already did that, as I had a color blind co-worker one summer I worked in the woods.

Back to the bad old days when the Psychopaths would block the toilet. They pulled this one tonight, as a signature escalation after three days of consistently having me need to take a crap immediately getting back from a day's work of weed pulling.

Then a sudden later need to take another crap with the debris from their above mentioned antics still stewing with the bleach. So... time to take the plunge, so to speak, and thankfully, no overflow games. This following listening/viewing my very favorite audio artist, EC, on Youtube. Then onto bill payments, another longstanding point of invasive fuckery I have come to learn firsthand since this insane abuse began in 04-2002. Clearly, taking a crap has very much been escalated to tactical levels in the last year, sometimes three a day. Quite different from the once per three days until 2016.

Three rounds of leg cramps last night, screaming at the assholes each time. The "usual" magnesium bisglycinate didn't work for some reason, and I had to tough it out. The joys of having one's low dopamine condition exploited to the maximum continue.

And in predictable fashion, I embark on listening to a new artist on Allflac, and lo, the player craps out when it was working just fine with EC, per above. There is utterly no reason whatsoever for the PC-Oppo player combination not to work, as the settings are the same, and I can normally switch between Youtube and Allflac, both internet sources, no problem. Suddenly this audio "problem" comes on when wanting to switch to a new artist.

Which begets a broader perp tactic of selective introductions to people, either live or via music or film. An example would be someone texting, then later phoning, then in person, strung over a week or longer.  Doing it in reverse is also a possible variation. The DVD film of Volver which I had bought used suddenly crapped out in mid film, thereby freezing my viewing of the luminous actress, PC.

04-28-2017
My, a sudden change up in my work detail. I got to run the tractor with a mechanical Grape Hoe attached on the side, which turns up the soil next to the grape vine and along the row. A whole day no less, of running a tractor for the first time. And the most surprising thing was nothing major went wrong, in a world where things go wrong at 5x the normal rate. Sure, I drove over a post at one point in the afternoon, but that was it. There was a 80' ravine next to the vine rows for the afternoon, and thankfully, nothing too close or threatening, though it was of constant concern of course. I don't know quite how to read this experience of a new endeavor where not much went wrong; either the Psychopaths will get me in spades next time, or else they may relent as it is part of my orchestrated "career path". We shall see.

And of course it saved me from hand weeding all day, back breaking toil as mentioned above.

An evening time visit to my knee-capped colleague, still in a brace from his work accident three weeks ago. Though this time with a smaller and more flexible brace. And so I walked to his place to try get him going on watching videos by taking my spare Blu-ray player. But the poor boy is "Appled"; no HDMI connections, no CD player for crissakes. I loaned him a box of DVD's and he hasn't got to one yet. I don't know what exactly is going on; if I was laid up I would make sure all my audio and video gear was working via the remote control.

Anyhow, we drank wine for a time aand chatted, expending the bottle I brought. Like last week, it seems I am there for some kind of script role; his bemused countenance didn't miss my attention, this time or last.

04-29-2017
Saturday, and laundry to get done. Then to help my injured colleague again, this time taking mounds of bottles to the recycle, ones sitting in bags that had been there for a year or more. The recycle place stinks of stale beer and I loathe going there, but I do only for special situations, this being one. Mostly I dump my bottles in the bins out back and don't bother claiming any refund.

The refund was enough for lunch which he graciously bought at a nearby chain restaurant. He conveyed more about his life in Japan, which is nothing what it seems on the surface. Then onto a few stores to do his shopping, and then to take him back to his place.

It was the usual gangstalk gong show when I out and about with my colleague; even some weird ones; a couple sitting in their brown vehicle opposite when I pulled into the mall parking lot, and still there when we returned 15 min. later. We get into my vehicle, a light brown colored Escape, and then a dude from the opposite vehicle gets out, begins to approach us, stares at us, and then returns to the back of his vehicle. We didn't do anything to invoke this near-threatening behavior, but here it was. This dude in camo tights (!!) with baggy shorts over top for crissakes. As we depart I see him walking through the very location we were parked. All that posing and near-threat posturing over no provocation, this mofo does a vacated parking stall walk-through, standard perp fare. Similar to last night at 2400h when walking home; a mofo comes at me from across the street and then diverts his course in the last five seconds. Like WTF; why is pedestrian traffic as bad as the vehicular traffic?

And while above activities were conducted, the on-off pestilent potential Camry buyer started up his texting, now looking to make a deal. First he attempted to exploit some mechanical faults, then I responded that I would deal with the one semi-legitimate one in a few weeks when I got the summer tires on, he later then responded he could save me the money by doing it himself if he could purchase the car ASAP. It is too confusing to relate, but the guy has got his bargaining wrong, and is only getting a lower price because he is a pest that is aided by the fact that no one else seems to be interested in my very reliable vehicle. This would be his second round of apparent interest in the vehicle, so we shall see. The whole text-negotiation exercise is getting too tedious.

04-30-2017
Finally, I sold my Camry to above pest, even if the bank was closed and forced me to keep the cash on hand, paid in 20's for crissakes. I didn't know he was coming today until I got a text at 1430h when I was out hiking. I made it back by 1530h and he still hadn't shown up. He did after 10 minutes or so, and then went to the bank and the ATM wouldn't take the wad of bills, no matter how few I fed it. Onto the insurance people but they were closed, so we tried three more, still closed. Either he or his pal suggested Wal Mart, and lo, if there wasn't an open insurance bureau there, and we got the deal done. My plates off, and his new ones on, and my insurance cancelled, and his put on. All done with the background whooping and yelping at the adjacent photo business, surely put on as it carried on for far too long if it was a legit photo shoot.

Three freaking months being posted online and all I got was two lookers who counted and one party of lookers who didn't even drive it. Maybe a couple of other calls who didn't show up, and that was it. All over a very reliable and well maintained two owner 1997 Camry with no history of wrecks, damage or anything else problematic. Go figure.

Said pest "needed" to use my washroom when he came, getting my instant suspicion that this was more perp fuckery, given their interest in all kinds of body waste, and the on-off sabotage ructions with the toilet these days, including blocking it for no seeming reason, as all I did was piss in it. Even my landlord got into the scene, "happening" to be driving by in his red pickup truck as I turned over the keys to the buyer. Go figure.Or is this just more idiocy over conducting a transaction, a rare car sale variety.

The evening time lassitude has come on, so I shall post this so it gets done and not drag on for another week. i see a new feature of Blogger is that the Save button flashes orange when it saves. Just what I needed, more orange flashing.