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Sunday, August 27, 2017

Eclipsed

08-21-2017
Only a partial eclipse above the 49th parallel; but the sunlight level did dip some and it got colder at about 1000h PDT. I was working in the vineyard then, and lo, if my break time was timed to be just then. The assholes had me sleep in another hour after the alarm, so I elected for a 0800h start time, instead of the usual 0700h. The first break is usually two hours after start time, and so I got to have my break as the eclipse was on. I had plenty of sleep, so there was absolutely no need for an extra hour's sleep, so I suppose the perps  were up to their usual get-up time manipulations, this time in service of their long running stunt of dimming down the sun intensity. This time of course, it was predicted and within the natural order of things, such as we know them on this planet.

And as one can seen the "chem trails" crowd were on the job at the moment of the eclipse, doing their usual thing of emulating either cloud formations (har, har) or often times, land forms. In this case it is the former in all its contrivations.


An astonishing computer intrusion last night; I was listening to KW on allflac last night and I decided I liked the album, but the buttons said "download" instead of the usual "add to cart". So I clicked the button and got the downloaded album for free; most odd. Then I unpacked the zip file and copied them to move to my RAID disc, and created the parent KW directory (a new to me artist), and lo, the album title showed up. Then a second directory with another album that I liked. I went into Tag Scanner to clean up the file names and rename them just the way I consistently do. But they were already renamed just the way I do it; track-song title-artist-album name. I couldn't believe it. A free download, plus one extra album, directories created and files renamed exactly how I wanted. After downloading hundreds of albums from this site, I just cannot get over it, and all this to my favor instead of the usual adversity.

08-22-2017
Vineyard work, and only a little smokey, and I got some tanning done (shirt off- casual place), and music listening. The latter activity was postponed for later in the morning after the vehicle in the next orchard quit pummeling me with their vehicle radio, doors open, all for me to hear at loud volume. Then after four hours of listening to my headphones, they cranked up their radio volume again, presumably to punch through the headphones, even if it was just when there were inter-track gaps. But of course at this point, that is, noise inundation through the headphones, they put on a few helicopters, and the adjacent house building noise also reached a crescendo.

I have it figured that I will be working at this vineyard, or more correctly, jointly managed vineyards (two), as in both instances, the owners are building a new house. The perps like to compensate cooperating employers, and one of the seeming methods is arranging the construction of a new house. Recall that my employer of 2015-16 was building a new house. Anyhow, there was a full time job that I was unable to respond to in 02-2017, and it has remained unfilled, so I am hoping it comes up again. I have my doubts given the number of times I have been baited by the "perfect" job, as posted, and it doesn't materialize. There is no agency that loves to mess with victims' minds over the theme of "don't count your chickens before they hatch" than the perps. Just hilarious, and now 15 years of these mind-fuck pummelings.

08-23-2017
A Wednesday off work due to a mid day doctor appointment in Kelowna. It was for an IV  to supply an iron medication, as I don't absorb it from my diet. And if your are low dopamine,  your are low iron as I read there in the doctor's office,- I took my book) as it took 1.5 hours or so to drip in. It was a double dose, and so the IV bag was a deep brown color, I suppose, twice as the single doses of last year.

And in keeping with the perps and their color coordination games, it wasn't too much of a surprise to see deep brown UPS vehicles on the road, and too, the brown skinned folk out greater numbers. One stunning piece of idiotic driving was these three negroes in a blue vehicle who pulled in front of my parked vehicle and stopped in mid-street, skewed as if they were making a R turn, but stopped. As it "happened" they were stopped because they were about to enter a one way street in the wrong direction and somehow "failed" to notice this at first. I haven't seen anything quite so stupid for a while, which was last year when there was a car full of negroes stopped in mid-street, unable to continue their turn for whatever reason, all to hold me up of course. It maybe another 10 years before they let me wear a brown shirt, assuming they mind fuck me into it, which they can do readily. One doesn't own one's dislikes in this rabbit hole.

And in an unrelated game of fuckery while in Kelowna, the I was skunked out of getting work gloves at a particular store that has them at half the price locally. The notion to get some replacements had been going on for over a month, as I am down to my last pair, holed in the fingers as they are. (The perps just love to blow holes in my gloves; once I had a pair at work that developed holes while they were unused on my break time). Anyhow, I go to this store, and lo, they are out of size M. Lots of L and XL, but I like M size as extra long floppy fingertips just drive me to distraction. Another case of dashed expectations, or is it, planned shortages.

There was a woman at the parking lot when I arrived, whose card wouldn't work, and tried it twice. She was first to arrive at the meter among three of us, and since her card didn't work,  she let the cute babe go ahead in turn. Her card worked fine and then first woman tried her card, and it still didn't work, kind of getting her card in ahead of each of us. Then when it didn't work, she let me pay, cash, and I was done. Then she said she would park elsewhere. No matter; and lo, once I exited the doctor's office and one of the staff led ahead (on lunch break), and I turned the corner on the street, why, the woman with the seemingly dysfunctional card was on the street in her ridiculous day glo sunglasses.

In the waiting room at the doctor's office, two fat women were on either end of the red leatherette couch, so I sat in the white single chair. Then three women came in, two fat sisters and one slim daughter, two of them standing near me. It was kind of like a fat women's stake out, save the daughter. Eventually one of the original fat women was called to her appointment, and a blonde woman came in a few minutes to sit in her place.

After the IV drip, I headed to my vehicle in the parking lot, and there were three white trades vans just sitting there with the Fuckwits sitting in them. Like WTF; since when did trades folk go to a public downtown parking lot just to sit there, even if it was lunch time? As long term readers will know, white trades vans seem to be the vehicle of choice to hound me, and when all this shit came down in 04-2002 there were suddenly out in profusion and haven't let up since.

No other spectacular driving idiocy today, despite being on the highway one hour N bound, and again, S bound. Funny how the perps let off sometimes. Though I had plenty of vehicles around me for most of the trip, nothing new there. I had a laddered pickup (aka "Ladder Patrol") hound me for the first 10 minutes when heading N bound, and an ambulance came in the opposite direction during this interval. I wouldn't be gangstalker-free at the South Pole.

08-24-2017
I worked two jobs today, and I see a forest fire was timed such that the fire retardant aircraft flew over me in each location. And with a N wind, they turned above the former vineyard I worked at for five months until June on their approach to the airport. (When I was there there were many fire retardant aircraft overhead, making turns, empty or loaded depending on wind conditions). I finished the part time job and texted the vineyard owner on my completion and hours.

08-25-2017
So much for the IV iron preventing me from afternoon napping at home. Another day in the vineyard, and lo, if the assholes didn't screw me out of my digital audio player, as they had me "forget" to charge it up last night, and only let me know as I was about to head out the door. Then to add insult to injury, the Power Amp phone player also failed inside of an hour due to some kind of software upgrade glitch. (I have been through the Power Amp app forced upgrade issue before, and am fucking fed up with this senseless version contingency failure problem, hence acquiring a dedicated digital audio player). Thanks a bunch assholes; twice jerked around over portable audio player failure in one day.

The part time vineyard owner texted me in the morning and said there was a paycheck for me on the fridge. I texted him back and said I would be there at 3:15, after my day job. I went there at that time, and no one was there, save their poodle who wanted to play, and I obliged, as I am a former poodle owner, and that is the one thing they love to do- play. I tried their door even, and it was locked. So WTF; I arrive exactly when I said I would, and no note, and no one was there. What is it about these fuckarounds over getting paid? One part time vineyard of a few years ago pulled this shit too; they said the paycheck would be under the door mat and it wasn't, necessitating another trip there.

08-26-2017
Saturday, a day off, but what a fuckaround of a day. First, I was awakened at 0700h after an 8 hour sleep, and somehow it took me another 1.5 hours to finally get out of bed. I got my laundry done at the laundromat amidst the relentless vehicle trains at 1000h, and while out, I yet again, got skunked on acquiring these particular gloves (per above) I prefer at a work wear store that normally has them.

The weather was sunny, but with the Kelowna fires, there was smoke haze in the air, but not anywhere near as bad as the prior 6 weeks. After lunch, it would of been ideal for me to lay down on a towel in the grass outside my place, but as the landlord applied 2-4-D in the last few days (without notice this year), the chemical stink was intolerable. Inside, the perps ground me down for a two hour nap attack in the afternoon (after reading for 30 min.), and from my sun worshiping perspective, it would of been far better to lie down and sleep outside and get a tan at the same time. But it was not allowed in this constrained and orchestrated world of being a mind controlled experimentee, especially when my sunlight exposure is so highly important to the perp's objectives.

And after the above colossal and unneeded sleep, I tested and packed up my stereo amplifier, as it has been flaky for the last month. But the perps had a few more games to play, as it wasn't working in the L channel, and now it was. But it flaked out sometimes, but the digital audio player wouldn't play at all, so I played it through my little used headphone amp and it was fine. I also swapped the speakers, and they were fine. I went through this senseless and utterly confounding shit twice last year when the YBA amp crapped out, as the repair job was faulty. So I got a new amp, and now it has crapped out. What is it about stereos, and music reproduction that the perps need to sabotage it so much, so often? I just don't get it. Infuriated barely covers my exasperation.

I had intentions to collect my paycheck from the part time vineyard, but lo, I never heard from them all day. After standing me up yesterday, I thought they might of been somewhat contrite, but no, these things don't happen in this state of been kept in a managed Fuckover scene, 24x7.

With damn near everything going wrong today, it has been one long day of screaming at the assholes over nearly every move. All these fake touches, having me blunder into things, having things constantly snag and hang up, and then the extended and unneeded forced afternoon nap. And now, no end of keystroke errors. I have had enough today.

08-27-2017
Sunday, and another day off; vineyard work is less demanding as one gets closer to harvest. With any luck, I can get another two weeks of work into September. After that, it is sporadic harvest jobs.

And what a night last night; they kept me awake while prone in bed and wanting to get to sleep for over four hours, in this slow "rotisserie" state, where some kind of invoked discomfort causes me to turn some. This time, about every 15 minutes for at least four hours. I suppose I got some sleep along the way, but it didn't seem like it. Short shrift for some 10 hours of prone time.

And what did they do to me in the night that has caused such pain to my rib cage and also into the back of it too? All day I have had a sore rib cage, most noticeable when bent over and more force is exerted upon it. No bruises or visible damage curiously, as they seem to treat me lightly for these kind of visible marks, unlike some TI's I know.

I was up for hiking today, to McIntyre Bluff, but was delayed by a road race on the highway. The ITU Multisport Championships were wrapping up today, and the perps like to keep me clueless as to what is going on. But what is it about the perps and them not allowing me to start a hike early? All my life I started hikes early, and ever since they invaded there is one thing after another that stops me from getting away any sooner than 1100h, and usually 1200h before I start the actual hike.

Anyhow, enough for a week, and onto posting this.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Technetium Injection No. 2

03-06-2017
A trip to the big city, Kelowna, to get injected with Technetium and a follow-on bone scan. This would be the second one, the first in 07-2016. And yet again, to determine if my prostate cancer has metastasized, this time prompted by the symptoms of recent pelvic and back pain. Yet again, I get injected with a radioactive substance, (half life of 48 hours) and then scanned to see it as it gets taken up by my bones. Hopefully it is negative, but in this present circus of symptoms and conditions I have been put through, who knows.

I got injected in the morning, and then I returned three hours later to get scanned. Which meant plenty of kick-around time, and so I visited a few tool stores, but strangely felt agitated in each so that I didn't buy anything. Then to a used CD & book store to peruse the stock, and then to another tool store, one of my long term faves. This time, I was allowed to purchase a few items, having a list on hand. Then to an outdoor store and peruse the goods there, buy a few trinkets and then got held up at the cash register as there was an item I was looking for and the stockist went to look for. While waiting they switched the cashier, from female to male, and he did the friendly nattering thing while waiting for the stockist to report back on a certain item's availability. It wasn't to be had as it turned out. I suppose this is a more elaborate exercise in checkout obstruction/delay; wait for a determination from the stockist AND switch cashiers. In the latter instance, the perps have been pulling this one for 14.5 years, never mind the covert games that went on before. So what is it about undertaking a financial transaction that so interests the perps? And I am talking transactions of all shapes and forms; coin machines (that malfunction way too often), bus fare, writing and mailing checks, cash (change or purchase), debit card, online and of course, paychecks. And gifts too.

I got my usual jerkarounds at the hospital over parking; at first no parking at the parkade, and then the second time I found a stall, but the machine, once I found it one level down, wouldn't take money. So I parked the car on the same side street at the first time. Each time they put on an ambulatory gangstalker when I arrived at my vehicle. A residential side street of no major activity, and these stalkers arrive as I arrive at my vehicle, one providing the traditional cell phone coverage while passing by.

I drove the yet-to-be-sold Camry, and filled up, and lo, if a dude didn't cruise by to chat about the vehicle while I was filling up. I have a for-sale sign on it, so he had a legitimate entre. How he saw the sign from where his vehicle was located suggested a set up though. And given the amount of gangstalking games tha go down while filling my vehicle, and his lukewarm questions/interest, this smacked of gaming the victim (me). No big deal. But why have I only got two feeble inquiries in 5 weeks for a reliable vehicle with lots of repair history last year?

I picked up Adele's "19" today at the used bookstore, and ripped it to my collection, and I find that my "21" album has gone missing on my PC. In fact, the artist folder too. Like WTF; the "21" CD was given to me by my farm worker friend, I played it, liked it, ripped it and now its gone, poof. A word to the perps; leave my stuff alone, and leave me the fuck alone. Not that they listen to me at all.

I missed yoga tonight due to a pissing match over getting some new software to split a track into two, which was two strung together by a 30 seconds of silence. Only after I went to the bathroom did the software start working properly, not doing anything different. The perps like doing this; blocking new software operation over something dog simple. I haven't revisited Google's free CAD software after a royal pissing match with the perps over its obviously denatured/corrupted features, e.g. greying them out, or it just doesn't work

03-07-2017
Cold all day today, and a wind off the nearby lake with ice still on it. This would be at the vineyard site where I am pruning the vines. The perps ran me out of work in 2003, and then only allowed me to start farm work in 2008, and vineyard work is the present culmination (aka, career path) of this insane imposed abuse. Farm laboring is for the dispossessed, given the nature of the work and working conditions. I don't know what the perps get out of having me do this work, but given the number of times they arrange noise for whenever I make a pruning cut, cut a cabbage or make any other kind of harvesting activity, there must be something in it for them. Besides, they get to control my income with the low pay rate, and keep me in seasonal work. Full time work, or full time association with an employer is not allowed by the Fourth Reich.

03-08-2017
Vineyard pruning all day today. The organized games continue, this time over where I park my vehicle. Four of us have vehicles, and two parked on one lot, and two in the adjacent lot as a matter of habit over two weeks. No big deal; same thing in regular classes, every one has their spot and sticks to it. But not today; the two "other lot" workers decide to both move their vehicles to the same lot a me, and then park in stalls on each side of my regular spot. Like WTF; this isn't even pretend random; it is just plain stalking/herding me to park somewhere else.

All this abetted by the perps making me later for work, another one of their stunts. When getting ready to depart, a pissy scene erupted when clods of soil fell off my boots and got over the floor and door sill. Then they powered down the player in the vehicle again, killing the one pre-set radio station. And what is it of late about getting out the door and out of the place that has to be sabtoged routinely by the perps? The make me "forget" my keys, something I NEVER forget, every time I head out. Add in other "forgets" and I am routinely making one or more back tracks to the house to get something. What is the matter with the perps that they must escalate this insane stunt?

More strangeness by a particular co-worker in vine pruning, the one that did the pointless back-and-forths from two weeks ago. This time he stops pruning in mid row and then walks up the hill some 120', past me in the adjacent row and starts pruning the same row from the top. Like WTF; he just created extra work for himself for no seeming reason. I am pruning downhill, and he is now also pruning downhill. As I get to the location where he stopped to go uphill, he now comes down opposite me, 7' away (width between rows) and resumes where he left off the first time, so he now works uphill. Now we have TWO totally pointless movements in pruning that cost him traveling some 160' for no seeming reason. Perhaps he is building up his "derangement cred". I have talked about "asshole cred" before, though this does not apply to any one on the crew or organization; they all seem to be OK people to relate to.

03-12-2017
Pruning vines all day yesterday, that being Saturday. I was all by myself in the vineyard as I had to make up a day due to Monday's absence, the trip to Kelowna, per above. The perps like to do this; not only have me work alone where there is no one else around, but also have me put in four rows of pruning side by side. Normally with a crew of five, I would be doing every fifth row, though it varies as some are faster than others. I cannot count the number of times in my office work days when I went in on weekends to catch up due to so many vicissitudes of  things going wrong or needing extra time when no one else was there.

I finally got my first hike done in the year, but it wasn't a classic. There was snow on the ground for half of the two hour hike. And as usual, some strange cats on the trail. The dude in shorts and a shirt on his back country bicycle took the cake this time; I come down a steep slope and there he is stopped at the bottom waiting and looking at his cell phone. I don't think I have been more obviously phone-stalked than this, but I am sure it will happen. Said Fuckwit came back down in 20 minutes as he just couldn't be bothered to tough it out by climbing the snowy slopes on his bicycle. I was about 4C at best, with some light rain, and there he was in flannel shorts and a long sleeve shirt. Said shirt was mucked up from dirt flicked up from the rear wheel. Maybe that was the point; instead of stalking me with road dirt plastered vehicles, why, send in a dirt splattered kid on a off-road bicycle instead. And have him "register" color receptivity (or whatever they get from it) on his cell phone while under tree cover as I pass by. Ridiculous.

And plenty of road dirt plastered vehicles out these days, and one Volvo in particular that needed to pass me, all to have me catch up. And they put on the yellow flashing lights when I made my first corner onto Hwy 97 N bound, a tow truck sitting there for no reason. Later, a small rock fall on the highway and a police car with flashing red and blue lights beside it as some kind of warning. So, I and others, drove over these small rocks (1-2") scattered on the road for some 20' of distance. I drove a Volvo for 15 years, and my then-wife had one too, surely no coincidence in this ongoing stalking game of color arranged vehicles, though I didn't know about prior covert surveillance until 3Q-2003, about 18 months after the perps went berserk-over on me in 04-2002.

Daylight savings time again; the perps do have a fetish over getting the time wrong, setting clocks, or clocks being out of sync. Some asshole fucked with my cell phone a few weeks ago, re-setting the clock to run local, and lo, if it didn't run different somehow, going faster and slower. I always have the cell phone set to the network time, but "some how", some asshole reset it to run independently and furthermore, changed the time. And when do I find out? Why, that magic major harassment moment of heading out the door for the first time of the day, with at least four forced "forgets" to piss me off extremely. Same routine; "forget" the keys, how to tie one's boots, getting all my gear together to go work to go pruning etc. At least three rage-ifications to get out the door.

About one hour after returning from hiking the extra-conventional hijinx started up; pulling things from my hands, things snagging and hanging up, handling objects goes wrong, water splashes travel in unusual directions etc. At least 10 screaming level rage-ifications over the next hour. And what interests the perps so much at this juncture? Certainly food preparation is one event they like to disrupt, more so today. Perhaps it was the time change too, making dinner at a time that has more daylight than before.

Just when I wanted to write my piece on dopamine for the urologist I get two phone calls tonight. Another hour gone. What is it about urologists that they are so uniformly obdurate and unhelpful. There must be a clue there, if the perps are so intent on obstructing me from this kind of care.

Autobiography reading is now important (for the perps). Thank goodness for that, as after reading about the horrendous and gruesome events depicted in the book, "After the Reich" by Giles McDonogh, I was ready for some relief. "Life" by the rock and roll bad boy, Keith Richards was a great read, and I admire him for his honesty and artistic integrity. A book by  the ice hockey player, Bobby Orr, is being read at work as we get a full half hour lunch break. I have no idea what the perps get from me while reading, let alone biographies. Perhaps they need to separate the psychic energies of reading personal narratives versus non-fiction factual material.

Anyhow, enough for a posting and on with the show for another week.