Tree Seedling Handling

I see my email got hacked again, and a message that purports from me, "Hola, friends", did not come from me and there are no records of it in my Sent box. I changed my password, as I see it was a hack from a few days ago, and I am hoping this bullshit is over.

1900h
Thats my new job for the next four weeks, handling tree seedling plugs and wrapping them in in bundles with shrinkwrap. It is about the easiest job I have had in horticulture, my new imposed career courtesy of my perp masters, when they allow me to work of course, which hasn't been full time. When they did their "shock (literally, in more than one way) and awe" high abuse onset in 04-2002, they didn't let me work at a job until 2008, and that was picking daffodil bulbs for two months.

And some 30 to 40 people on this afternoon shift, though today it was orientation and a warm-up. And yes, the freak count was high, though to be fair, there are three native Indian reserves nearby, and they count for some half of the crew in all their corpulent variety, as well as facial features like missing teeth, vacant stares, and even one fucker doing the "come at me" walk, and then averts at the last moment. Fucking bizarre I get this all over town and now at work. Just like last year and the Fugliest Negro coming at me for no reason.

Other freaks from the Unfavored demographic groups are a skinhead, elder dudes, the crack case like hoodie dude, and a negro woman, one who I met in 2008 at the farm job, and conversed with her enough to tell her this tale of woe. Today, she treats me like a leper, avoiding me twice and then barely saying hello, which is straight out of the perp playbook, friendly people going unfriendly. She pulled this stunt earlier this year at a bus stop where I was, wallking straight past me, looking deadset forward and pretending not to notice me 2' away. Just more of the usual bizarre antics the perps command in my proximity.

I had a notion she would be there, through a supposed mutual former co-worker who I email every fe days and will help move her out of her house next weekend, not tomorrow. On the way to the bus stop today, a negro dude was talking to himself and wearing a long skirt just to add to the show. Then on the bus a negro woman on the cell phone the whole 25 minute trip, so one can see that I was "negro-ed" in advance of getting to my perp abetting mother's place to then borrow her vehicle to get to the tree nursery. A negro stalking prior to working with a known-before negro.

And a legs and nut shave last night, and the perps always go extra beserk the next day, and today was no exception. They seem to like me doing this on Thursday nights for some reason when it was Saturday nights for three months prior. This leg shaving started in June as part of getting my legs tanned, surely a perp planted vanity notion as I never particularly cared what my legs looked like as I wore long pants al the time. But as all male features and comportment styles are getting exposed in all their facets, bare hairy legs, beards, shaved heads, hairy arms, waddle walking and the like, it would seem the perps did not want me to share in them this year by me looking at my own legs. So... this sudden vanity streak erupted in June this year (2011), along with a "need" to have short spandex shorts for the summer, and nothing to do with the fugly below-knee baggy shorts male parade I see all the time, and even now with the cold wet weather.

I picked up a parcel on the way there, a brown cardboard one, and lo, if the vehicular gangstalking on the way to the tree nursery didn't feature a large cardboard box in the pickup ahead of me, and accompanying vehicles to box me in to prevent me from passing the fucker.

Said parcel had a Peltor earmuff hygeine kit; replacement earpads and sound dampening foam. And for the second successive occasion, the earpads didn't quite fit, being 3mm too large in diameter, but identical in the symetrical oval shape. The previous replacement set were 2mm too big. So... I take the new foam insert and stuff it into the earmuff cup along with that I had on hand, and have tossed two new sets of earpads out. I just don't seen the point of these fucking games, pissing with my earmuffs which I have on my head most of the time, adding in new foam (three per earmuff cup now) and getting stiffed with the old earpads that are splitting up. Besides, the ringing noise in my head is just as bad, and if the perps want to punch a particular noise through to my ears, they can bypass the earmuffs altogether and deliver the exact noise at their prescribed volume, which is often the same as without the earmuffs on.

2000h
I see that the Dymo twin label printer is flashing one of its two blue lights that are normally constant. So I look under the lid and I see yesterday's file folder label that got stuck is gone altogether, as I couldn't pull it out in either direction and gave up. I attempted to reload the file folder label spool, but no, it fucked up and the label loader motor wouldn't take it. More things to repair, but different than I left it last night.

2250h
Something from Rachael O hits a nerve today:

Being targeted has forced me to be such a loser and surrounded by people I would not have chosen to be around. ...I am forced to depend on people who are not really interested in winning, just maintaining.

Oh my, how I could write volumes on the dipshits I have been saddled with over my years as MC slave/abusee. Yessir, yet another part of the gangstalking/harassment/abuse scene is surround reasonable intelligent people with utter dumbshits. Not that I am comparing intelligences to my fave TI-in-arms, but it has been a very common perp theme, and all the more now since the day of infamy came on me in 04-2002. My in-town brother has had a starring role, and burnished at little more today when he "happened" to be at the First Feral Family house on the PC when I arrived there today to borrow my perp-abetting mother's vehicle.

Every few months he gets tasked by my mother in concert with me, to remove landscape vegetative matter like weeds, cut branches and any weedy or non-compostable matter (too woody). He grumps about it, but has the perfect vehicle to remove it readily, a white trades van. It usually takes him weeks to come by, and by then it has been doused with rain water, soaked some, even if it is in plastic bags. And so he complains that it is wet. Like WTF; pick it up right away so it doesn't get wet. Then he launches his hoary master excuse for everything, "I don't have enough time". Well, as it turns out, he was a totally focussed garage sale trover outside his day job, wheeling and dealing all over town and knows the entire street map of this town in his head. A year ago, for some obscure reason (read, perp managed), he takes up kick boxing to initiate fitness for the first time at 51 y.o. Commendable, and he goes 3x/ week regularly. So he found time to do this regular activity, and in doing so, blows a mighty hole in his stock excuse for inaction, "I don't have enough time". I reminded him once about this logical disjunct a few months ago and expected that would be the end of this 20 year long excuse he trots out. But no, he brings it up again, and I remind him of how he brought kick boxing into his life, and I let it go at that. He is like a stuck record/CD, even if he has no defensible and logical rebuttal. How can one have a discussion, enlightened arguement with a logical cripple? One cannot, ergo, another loser/go-nowhere person in my existence.

That he lost one eye in an accident of some kind, only he was there, when aged two from the perps (IMHO) doesn't seem to disuade him from his present perp-abetting rut he lives in. The reason I maintain the perps did it, is that in this totally perp managed family, with abetting parents from the get-go, there is absolutely nothing that happens that is an accident. Also, I get vision perturbations and hacking every waking minute, often one eye, then the other with strange focussing or double vision, always momentarily. And given that the eye socket and eyeball size has reached maximum size by age two, I suspect the perps knew exactly when to pull this stunt off in expected support of them covertly investigating me at that juncture, aged seven then, and ever since. I point out to my brother that the perps likely gouged his eye out and here is abetting them. I also point out that the perps are likely depressing him, and messing with the muscle/tendom problems he has, and that he should go and ream his handler's ass to get the real story on how much he is getting fucked. But no, he just mumbles something, and carries on as this feckless quisling. I suppose my problem is that I am motivated, won't ever accept the status quo, and am principled. And I get saddled with two brothers and parents who just aren't up to this standard of human interaction, (or pretend to be, or are managed to be). Maybe one person in my working career was intellectually interesting and shared my sense of motivation and dispair over the feckless, the liars, the goofs, and the rest of the tawdry lot I have been stiffed with as part of this perp managed life, down to the last gnat fart within 10 miles of me. Even last year's TI meeting in Nanaimo was an exercise in consorting with the idle-minded (or else constrained), save one with some spark in her. They didn't initiate any discussions, they didn't ask what was happening for me, they were in passive mode nearly all the time, if not in hang-dog pose, and one even came in to sit close with her back turned on me, the classic shit I deal with on the fucking gangstalker cruiser, the city bus freakshow, every week or more. So the entire event was arranged IMHO, though maybe not all of the dialog was scripted perhaps. I am not even allowed a free-form discussion and interaction with the regional TI community when I get to meet them in person it seems.

Well maybe one more was an interesting person in the past 20 years, and that was Ms. L of the story, whom I met at the Seattle national ADD conference in 2001. She was funny at times, a joy to be with except when she was hungry and then things deteriorated very fast. And she was making, it seemed, an honest effort to deal with her ADD issues, if not a little too excessive and quirky at times. In short, we clicked, and had similar interests, and were mutally supportive in our ADD issues, web research discoveries, attending cultural events etc. So... a week before the perps invade my apartment and out themselves as overt abusers, escalating it of course, Ms. L is off to New York. We talked on the phone long distance once that week, and it wasn't the best call I had from her, as she was so emotionally wracked from seeing the 9/11 destruction. Understandable, and we expected to meet up when she got back soon. But then a day or two after the Day of Abusive Infamy struck, the next call I got from her was that she was back in Seattle (she said). I conveyed what went on with the apartment invasion and all the real world things that happened and their continuing physical presence as well as the new (to me then) gangstalking, and she lapsed into this new familiar bullshit about seeing my doctor. I gave her some more examples of what was going on, she got all testy, and then hung up. I never heard from her again when she was a supportive person and that it was totally out of character for her. So ended the second instance of a motivated person I have met in the past two decades, though in fact, the whole ending had to be scripted. Whether she was an act, or whether she was genuinely ADD with some emotional amplititude problems I have no idea. But it is profundly clear in hindsight that the perps wanted to build up this mutally empathetic and supportive relationship and then suddenly jerk it away, never to replace it since of course. So yes Rachael, it is lonely as a questing TI, and that situation is managed to a significant degree by the perps down to even a fleeting empathic smile from a bank teller. Never mind anything more meaty or engaging than that.

Back to Rachael O's post today; I love her pithy, lucid and objective analysis as she skewers the pathetic, indolent and the complacent; "Peacable loving people piss me off after a while". Hmm, maybe I will get to meet her sometime and form our own principled TI group. A joke.

And here we have TI-lite, not meant in any way to diminish, deride or deny the absolutely atrocious experiences of JK Rowling (author of the Harry Potter books) as conveyed to the ongoing public  Leveson Inquiry about abuses by the press in the UK. Why yes, I am harassed and gangstalked in public all the time, followed and surveilled as well. It is much the same as a TI, except the public pictures and stories in the newspapers; "besieged", "hostage", "drove ..out" of one's home, "watching you", "unjustifiably intrusive" etc. all apply, all the time as a TI. But it is MUCH, MUCH WORSE for TI's; one's cognitive and physical abilities are being remotely dithered and hacked and messed with, and one's life is a scripted charade 24x7. And that is not all; one's entire physical world is altered to make it constantly adverse as well as strange; telekinesis and teleporting objects, mostly lint, crumbs, threads and water drops are in constant abundance and take trajectories that are often unconventional. I sometime's wonder if celebs and whomever the press chooses to invade isn't also a perp concocted arrangement so they can keep a spectrum of life invasion and disruption going as part of their nonconsensual human experimentation/research imperative.

Anyway, too much pondering tonight, and time to post this.

Buzzed Out

1630h
I was forced to have an hour long mid-afternoon nap earlier, and it is the deemed cause of the cognitive sensation of being "buzzed out", still groggy 1.5 hours and a tea time later. I am all the more suspicious of these cognitive impairments, but it serves to explain similar circumstances in the Before Overt Harassment days, prior to 04-2002. Back then, and the decades before, about every two to four months I would have a day where I felt like I never truly awakened; yawns, a certain "buzzed out" sensation etc, that would last the entire day. So it seems like this state began after the nap and will keep going, perhaps until the one hour part time evening job later.

I did have yoga today, and that is always a big perp event. The negro woman who lasted all of a few minutes at the last class returned and was sitting outside when I arrived. I didn't get her beside me like the last class, as they had two regulars between us. Interesting that the perps didn't groom me on Asians and then E. Indians beforehand, like they usually do in exposing me to incrementally browner skin tones. All part of the show it would seem. And lo, if the first two individuals I saw when I exited the class weren't negroes, both women. As regular readers will know, they are infrequent here, and seeing two disparate negro women as the first human specimens on the street outside the classroom is no random fluke, especially having one make her full time debut in the yoga class beforehand.

One negro woman was standing at a doorway, and the second was on the street, "happening" to meet the driver of a stopped vehicle (in mid-street for crissakes), and she then chatted to the driver in this outrageous stunt, and then she got in, all to arrive in front of me partially into the crosswalk for me to cross in front of the vehicle. This latter woman got a sidewalk, ashphalt street, an open vehicle chat, and then a vehicle passenger role all within some 30' ahead of me. And I was glad I didn't need to see her fugly dayglo "thing" on her head any more than I had to.

And as this yoga class was the first in two weeks, I suppose it was a big event for the perps. The streets were thick of "just stand there" sentries, and they even put on a skit with a policeman, the yellow jacketed "security dudes" who now patrol public streets for some unknown reason, and the apparently offending native Indian vagrants. Other "just stand there" sentries were putting on the vagrant act and even standing behind a corner so they could be seen at a closer range than normal. The fuckers did the same thing at the hospital in the major jerkaround days of 2002-03, "happening" to pop out just as I came by. I asked the doctor why this was occuring at a frequency far greater than normal and he said he didn't know. Just like much of the rest of the bullshit that went on at that time; it was arranged, and when I complained it was blown off or else it stopped immediately afterward. Funny how that keeps happening.

And I see that the cursor for this primitive Blogger/Blogspot application has now "disappeared", and all to increase the typos and add FUD to the experience of blogging.

2040h
I did the part time cleaning job at the car dealership tonight; no major jerkarounds, but a few disjunctions. the boss man told me yesterday that I was to do dust mopping under the showroom vehicles, and I said that was fine. Then tonight, he did it all, and never mentioned the topic, and the only way I knew about it was that he left the dust mop remains on the carpets for me to clean up with the vacuum cleaner. Not that I mind, but this is at least the second time he has told me about a major job change up and then reneged without a rationale.

But it has been a minor surreality day today. So many noises, often with addtional volume, are being separated from the ostensible source/cause. I rountinely pick up my knife from the dish drain mat and it is still making a clattering noise of being picked up when it is clearly in my hand and not contacting anything. This particular example has been deployed for at least six months, but this noise-action disconnect has now been applied to nearly everything I touch or interact with today, and is an over-all escalation of the weird. And I fear, for the forseeable future, as many of these new (extra-conventional physics) realities are introduced incrementally and then the remainder all at once. This would mean, more than ever, casting judgement on everything I do, handle, place or otherwise physically interact with by determining what was faked; noise, touch sensation, object movement and was it enhanced by the perps with their object manipulation fuckery games. Little did I know that when carried aloft of six dudes in suits back to my apartment in 04-2002, that I would be living in two worlds; the physically conventional and then the extra-conventional, and mapping my experiences between the two at every jucture, including the keystrokes of what I am writing at this moment, as these keystroke sounds aren't the same when I have my earmuffs on, allowing for mapping them and expectable differences between live and muffled noise through the earmuffs. Plus, the earmuffs have taken on a scuffling sound as if they are contacting my shoulders, although there is no felt sensation of such.

Other escalated surreality of late has been seeming teleportation obviousness, and/or blankouts to ensure there is an unusual discontinuity between what happens and what I expect to be normal. At least six gangstalkers arrived around me at about 1720h when I was waiting at a pedestrian crossing on my way to the car dealership cleaning job. This neighborhood doesn't have that many commuting pedestrians, and yet, here they were arriving silently and one after the other, each time when I wasn't looking. Then ditto yesterday when cleaning the car dealership's Service section. I step out of the room for three seconds, and lo, a "customer" has arrived and is comfortably leaning on the counter in discussion with the remaining staff member. The episode didn't make sense for how this person got in, got settled, and got into the details of his repair in such a short time. If he had been fumbling at the door when I exited the room I could buy that. Anyhow, this isn't the only example of individuals "showing up" from unexpected directions when they didn't return via the only route they could in conventional circumstances.

Other extra-conventional surreality was today at yoga. The one other guy arrived about the time I did so I walked with him from the front door to the class room. He ducked out to change into his gear, as he was wearing a light tan brown pants. He comes into the class room later, and he is wearing jeans and saying he forgot to bring his shorts. The instructor made a comment about his loose pants and that was fine. Then about halfway through the class he is wearing his tan brown pants again and had not left the yoga mat the entire time. The woman next to me was also subject to an in-class teleportation clothing change; she was wearing a black top and then later it was a dark navy blue and no other shirt was present and nor did she leave her yoga mat. So it would seem that the perps have graduated from the extant clothing colors and need a clothing change in-class for a shorter duration than the one hour class. Fucking bizarre to say the least, on top of the above mentioned negro woman introduction.

And the four month duration of having drafting tape over my very leaky window and sliding glass door ended today. The wind howls and very significant amount of cold air infiltration meant that these should be sealed off with one of the perp's very favorite adhesives, drafting tape. It did the job, and it looks to be the right time to remove the tape as it is very warm this week. A likely outcome next week will be a howling gale with very cold air to force a repeat if the pattern of perp fuckery is reliable, which it is. I only mention this because the perps are totally nuts about adhesives and tape, and needed this longer term application over the shorter time of last winter. I don't know why the perps are so bent out of shape about this arcane subject, but they are, and this is merely a record of this bullshit that seems to be part of a big intrusion day for them.

Another arcane interest of theirs is my laundry, and that meant the inaugural laundering of a pair of work pants that were purchased 09-2008, and only used for the first time this week. And it seemed that the perps needed me to have more contact time with the garment by dealing with endless loose threads that sprang forth, even if it had been trimmed before. This makes for "souveniers" of threads that are later dispatched to the garbage can, and too, more threads from the jeans that were also laundered, having been worn this week. The perps fucked my finger motor control in handling the shears and loose threads and turned the exercise into a rage-ification event, all likely related to the fact that they won't declare themselves in this ongoing insane provocation assault. I have never had any motor control problems, and then it suddenly erupts over this garment. And of some importance to the perps, it is a light tan brown with black panels on it, and represents the very first brown colored garment they have allowed me to wear in over five years. My camel colored sweaters of the day suddenly sprang holes in them and the alteration person wouldn't fix them. And note, these work pants have been worn only for some three to five hours in the day while doing landscape clearing at my perp abetting parent's place this week. Within day clothing changes seem to be more important to the perps of late, and they are contriving more events and circumstances to have this occur. I suppose this represents some progress for them, but for me, it is just more jerking around to play dumshit games for those without the intestinal fortitude to present themselves in person after 54 years of nonconsensual human experimentation. And as I often gripe about, per yesterday's blog posting, they seem to have created more adverse circumstances for themselves, and keep me in this torment for longer because of it.

This blog posting is done for today, and I suppose I will be putzing online tomorrow to fulfill yet more of the psychopathic agenda.

A Late Blog

2020h
I somehow got delayed by my web surfing and am starting this blog posting too late in the day to cover all the goings on in detail. Thursdays are my only two event day now; yoga at 1130h and gym class at 1430h. That means a 10 minute walk to the first, and a 30 minute walk to the latter, and it is the in-town walks that supply the most topical gangstalking, harassment and freakshow events. Having plasma and masers flipping around the room at either location is a given, as well as the pulsating vibratory look to anything my gaze lingers upon. And too, there is plenty of this action on the streets now to "join me" as I walk about; I am always being reminded that I am being surveilled and experimented upon, as well as the mind-control (as in, do something stupid) and life trashing that is the base level of this elevated existence. And I am always careful not to call this a "life", because it isn't. Imagine being overtly hounded by sickos for five years, after 47 years of covert surveillance and some harassment, over matters like taking a shower, washing the dishes, and on and on, largely because they screwed up along the way and created more problems for themselves.

So, instead of a prize for enduring 47 years of covert surveillance, and the harassment psychopaths effectively coming out of the closet, what do they do? They make it plain that I am not allowed to work for a living, I am to be mobbed everywhere in public, and am to be relentlessly harassed over almost-impossibly attainable objectives, of which only one is plain to me. And the most evident objective is total 100% mind-control, which has been apparent by diminishing choices as to how I react, behave, think and function. As and example, as I type this, I am getting colored plasma flashes at me, as the asshole's proxy to nonconsensual human experimentation from the closet.

Even ordering a keyboard online is a totally fuckable event as far as the perps are concerned. First they create the "need" by removing the lettering from my keys, then sabotaging my typing all the more to make it seem that the absence of the key labels is a "problem", (when it would not be otherwise), then delay me in getting on with ordering a new one by creating endless looping "alternatives" and obstructing my email inquiries, and then jerk me around in the process of ordering online. On top of that, there has been no email confirmation as promised by the ordering process, even if "I" got the shipping wrong (per perp mind-fuck). Fine, I will order again. But instead, I get a phone call, and then it gets all worked out. Still no email confirmation two days later so I phone. No problem, they will send a copy of the order, after disuading her to send me a fax fro which I have no means to recieve. Later she phones and asks if I got her emailed order form, and I say no, I haven't looked recently. Then I get screwed out of looking (read mind-control) to confirm that as I had the PC on and the Firefox browser with my email in a tab. Then she tells me the keyboard came in and she will ship it tomorrow, 10-12-2007. Fine I say. Then I check the email later and still no confirming order was sent. All this utter bullshit and jerkaround over ordering a $50 item that I didn't need in the first place if my keyboard hadn't been sabotaged. And I am sure the "action" isn't over yet, as past deliveries have been unerringly scheduled for when I am not home, neccessitating yet more iterations and angst.

Multiply the harassment of the above one-time event to everyday activities like sleeping, making the bed, putting on clothes, making breakfast, and on and on, and one might have an idea as to what it is like to live under constant scrutiny and intrusion, down to the application of all physical forces, thoughts, memories, actions, language use, perceptions, vision, hearing and whatever else there is of human existence.

And of course it is not enough for the perps to create these incursions, but to constantly enrage me, as this is their desired outcome for the most part. From what I have read, enraged subjects have a greater aura or energy field around them. This comes from a book by a person who had the rare ability to see auras around people, and qualified the nature of his observations. And no, I cannot recall the title but will look for it later.

And of course, as part of the scrutiny, it isn't enough to have a conventional physical reality like anyone else, but my entire physical world is pollutable. I get the aforementioned plasma and maser action, often judiciously placed to appear as something else in my perpherial vision, and thereby incur extra distractions, but also ghosted and projected lines and shapes from extant objects. Allowing me to look at something isn't good enough for the perps, they then have to create plasma shapes that replicate the object and offset these by 10 to 50% of the object size, or even replay these plasma ghostings after the object is out of my vision.

As an abiding part of my polluted conventional physicality, I cannot rely on my tactile senses as they are constantly being gamed and faked by direct neural incursion and replication, and I cannot rely on any object or substance behaving according to conventional gravitic forces. A few of the hundreds, if not thousands of examples that I have know are; seeing water flow upwards, drops of pee flying vertically from the toilet's water surface for over 4' and falling back down, things stripped from my hands when I had a positive grasp, cheese, olive oil and other ingredients flying laterally for 3', paper towel refusing to tear on the perforations, and most spectacularly and some time ago, being a passenger in a vehicle that flipped over for no reason. (No injuries by any of the three passengers). I live in a world of extra-conventional application of gravitic forces, all at the whim of a malevolent entity who guides and monitors this in realtime, just as I experience it.

Then there is the constant noise assaults. As I write this, I have a putative neighbor who has decided to start hammering something soft to create noise as I continue this kvetching, as "somehow", the act of complaining about the harassment is also a noisestalkable event. What I am being subjected to are continued iterations of permutations and combinations in the course of decontructing every instant my thoughts, perceptions and actions.

And who is this agency that arranges, and has arranged, for every waking second of my life to be scripted? That I cannot be sure, but they operate in at least two countries of recent abode, the US and Canada, and have likely arranged and followed me to past visits to the UK, France and a one time trip further afield to Germany, Switzerland, Austria, Italy and Spain. And judging by some of the rather frightened faces I have experienced, for no discernable reason at the time, they are all powerful. As part of a likely setup, my highschool physics teacher who was surely in on this entire depravity, said that whoever controls gravity controls the world. Voila, he knew then, what I found out at 30 years later as the life of a selected and targeted individual by thankless and relentless psychopaths who know no bounds to engendering and sustaining their depravity.

And one can be sure that the above eloquence and step back from the normal daily diary of the perp's machinations of these blog posting was entirely by way of planted thoughts, coming through me as if it were my own.

2230h
A few pictures from today, more for tomorrow.

Four red vehicles, and same red at that, with a white vehicle in the center of them.














I had never seen anyone do this before the harassment began, but here is your secret agent hard at work, sucking taxpayer's dollars to gangstalk innocent citizens.












Four motive vehicles in a cluster, all are white in color.












I finished reviewing today's pictures and again, the perps have eliminated a number of them, not allowing them to be recorded or loaded. I had a picture of a cyclist on the sidewalk, headed to pass me by, and the fucker changes direction and comes at me and pulls a wheelie with the wheel up only 18" from my face. And he didn't like it that I told him to fuck off.

Another picture that got excised from the camera was the ridiculous setup of two couples standing at the corner of a residential street and a thoroughfare, just where a crosswalk is located, and they were having a "conference", talking away as if they somehow had materialized from this "neighborhood" with a major hospital and a shopping center dominating the area. They were some 60' away as I approached them, and just when I was 10' away, they magically decided to end this bizarre circumstance with one couple proceeding across the crosswalk, and the other heading 90 degrees, forming into a lead-ahead gangstalk situation. This situation was extra odd in that it was a two couple confab for no discernable contextual rationale, (why would they be here, this well dressed foursome?), and then this deliberate cessation of "discussion" in front of me, and the orthogonal departure of the couples. Fucking bizarre I thought at the time, and lo, the picture of this "somehow" did not get recorded.

Enough for a posting tonight, and to blog off.