Biddy Stalk for the Blood Draw

11-09-2015
As mentioned in the previous post, they wouldn't let me sleep and so got me up at 0200h to putz around online for the first time in the prior day. Also, ripping a two CD set seemed to be a big deal for the perps while my online search activities took place. There is something they like about having a spinning disc near me, vehicle included.

I had to get my blood draw by 1000h, and lo, if they didn't force me for an extra hour's sleep to force a "just made it in time" situation at the lab.

And what was with the biddy (geriatric females) stalk while there: one had to get behind me, crossing from my L side at the next wicket to my R side to get the key for the washroom, and then depart. And when she returned, the "need" to have her bllod draw had somehow dissipated. She of the mid blue gortex anorak. And within a minute of the key being returned, why, an fuschia pink anorak wearing biddy came in to obtain said key, on a large fob of identical color to her gaudy jacket. Again, no apparent "need" for a blood draw while I was there.

Then while waiting in the waiting area, two more biddies arrive in sequence with their walkers and both stop immediately in front of me when they normally would of progressed another 7' to the wicket. Another non-biddy woman with a loud mouth joined the fray, and for a few minutes, I have three arranged around me for some curious reason, on the verbal yak-attack. I think that was the biddy count for this blood draw event, always a big deal for the perps it seems. That I wore my new fleece tights for the first time after getting them altered last week was unlikely to be a coincidence.

Yoga this evening, and they kept up the biddy-stalk by putting one in the class. Another hopeless yogi it seemed, doing the victim theme stalk, for whatever the reason. One other semi-regular dude, he on wheezy breathing haflway across the room. The "bob' acts (male hair bobs) were conspicuous by their absence, and thank goodness for that. Some of the regular females are so hopeless at yoga, and have never got better, it makes me wonder why on earth they persist in this more advance class. And if normality were the case, the odd time I go to a Wednesday or Friday class, they are there too. So to extrapolate in the normal world, it would seem they are going 2x or 3x per week while I go 1x per week and I "happen" to meet up with them on these two latter days. Which should mean they are a getting much more practice in and should be well advanced by now, some three years into yoga at this location. But no, they aren't that advanced, which makes we wonder if this whole yoga show isn't a total contrivance each and every time I go.

And one of the regulars is this woman with a baggy ass. And lo, if they didn't put a blonde woman on my R side with a baggy ass too. On my immediate L, a younger blonde woman and one mat past her, the regular woman with the baggy ass. I have no idea as to why the perps are so preoccupied with this particular type of derriere, but they sure like me to see it at yoga, where it can be readily identified. And what might be the recruiting call for the perps when they solicit this body feature from the populace? Say, "we need someone with a baggy ass like yours, as the victim doesn't care to view such Unfavored body features, which are best displayed in yoga class. So will you come to stalk him at yoga for us and when we are done, we will tension up your butt so there will be no bagging". Something like that I suppose.

And for some curious reason, the perps injected me with a blah feeling after yoga, which has never been the case until now. And I wonder what they are up to; a once only event or are they starting to move me out of there for reasons known only to themselves? Or is this yet another selective dopamine shutdown? Time will tell.

11-11-2015
Remembrance Day here, a national holiday to remember those who perished in war. A work day though, as I was on this construction job at the vineyard I have worked in the past, as they needed an extra body to clean up water and gravel  in this pool structure. As it was walled off, I had to enter via these formed stairs and use shovels, a vacuum cleaner and buckets to remove this brown muddy water and dump it 4' outside of the wall. I suppose there was an element of victim touring in this, as a few parties came out to visit the construction. And too, a female construction worker who I find especially attractive and she was even smiling and spoke to me a few times, different than her past head down avoidant behavior. I suppose she is on the slow-intro path, different than other attractive women who have been injected into my work site this past year, who have been friendly at first and then turn it down, as in avoidant and chilly for no seeming reason the next time I encounter them. What the perps get from running the friendly-then-not-so-friendly angle versus the not-so-friendly-then-friendly angle I have no idea, but it has been so consistent that it simply becomes part of the ongoing strangeness-sphere.

Said attractive construction worker was in tight denim pants and a large comfy work jacket for much of the day, though it did get warm at times and she was in a T-shirt with partial see-through fabric. And at other times (twice at least), when at "odd" moments I looked up, there she was standing 15' away looking to the horizon for some curious reason. I call this "posing', these strange departures from expectable habit in the context, where someone does the "just stand there" act with a vague ruse of something interesting in the distance. I have long given up in following their "interest",

An ersatz Remembrance Day ceremony at the construction site too; I was vacuuming water below this form work and rebar of a stair way, yet to be poured. One of the guys comes over to tell me that he is shutting down the vacuum cleaner  as it is 11 o'clock. Like WTF "thinks" me, it isn't lunch time. But the perp assholes let me catch up within a few seconds and I climb out of this hole to find the rest of the five crew gathered around the job site radio about to listen to a Remembrance Day ceremony. So yours truly joined this loose assemblage and stood there for the event, while at least two of them were leaning on the concrete walls, also partaking in listening to the ceremony broadcast. Nothing like advance notice, but this too is a much perp managed event.

Anyhow, it was back to standing in 1" of water and gravel and getting the latter out especially, and then later chasing the brown muddy water. And why on earth the perps had me "forget" to wear my gumboots when I knew this was a wet job in advance, with at least three "reminders" to ready my gumboots the evening before.

11-13-2015
A day off, Friday, and not without some perp instigated and needless excitement, all over a oil change for crissakes. My appointment diary had a 1515h appointment for today at the Toyota dealership, but I got a phone message during a nap attack yesterday afternoon, indicating that it was a 1615h appointment, and could I come in earlier, say 1600h. So I assumed I somehow got the time in my diary wrong, though I didn't think so.

I get to the Toyota dealership at 1600h and the desk guy, big gut and bald (three Unfavoreds), tells me it was 1515h. I told him I got a call yesterday which said it was 1600h, and he says he will look into accommodating me. He didn't seem to motivated, even after I pointedly asked, as to who and how I got misled into getting the appointment time wrong. Not did he offer an apology. Anyhow, the deal was still on, and I got my oil changed. Once I got back from my twice skunked shopping in the interim, they put on the cute and gushy counter girl and during the transaction, the aforementioned big-gutted and bald male service person lurked some 7' away. Bring on the cute babe, and have the Unfavored male (usually) loiter nearby. How many times have we done that in this here blog? Said babe had some blue streaks in her hair, none of which I could get a focus on that were at the back of her head.

While I was getting my vehicle serviced, I had two local stores to visit on foot. A specialty grocer was to be where I replenished my zinc supplement that ran out two days ago. And lo, if there wasn't a 20% off sale and the "customers' weren't 10 deep at the two checkouts. Screw that, I have done the checkout obstruction jerk arounds some hundreds of times on this non-stop abuse-athon.

Then up the road to get to a place that had model paints, as I wanted some clear coat to cover the identifying annotation I put on my diamond whetstones (particle micron size, roughness). I attempted to do this with the last set but the nail acrylic wore off in short order, and I was reduced to re-writing the annotation with a sharpie. This simple act of keeping my two whetstones readily identifiable is yet another ongoing pissing match with the perps for at least two years running. All abetted by the manufacturer's seeming inability to do this at the factory. Yet again, a totally trivial event/task becomes a long running game of asinine and pointless fuckery. And lo, it seems the model paint and detailing business hadn't been taken over by another, and no remnant of it whatsoever.

Another pissing match today was that the perps screwed me out of taking my bed-sheets with the rest of my laundry to the laundromat this morning. It is totally standard that I take my bed-sheets to the laundry each week, and yet the perps have pulled at least 8 "forgets" on this account in the last six months. And what is the fucking deal over that? But as they the perps have been totally obsessed over my laundry, my detergents, the color and type of washing machine and the rest of the limitless physical and chemical parameters they seem to know and study., screwing me over my laundry contents is nothing new. Long past laundry games since 04-2002 have included theft, (and once even, the thief wearing my shirt), stalled washing loads, garment sabotage, no water supply to the washing machine and likely a few others that I cannot recall. Never mind the extra gangstalking too.

And somehow the still wet items that had to be re-laundered with different detergent because of a lint attack were in my vehicle when the oil got changed. And out of the deal, my black fleece work scarf got "lost". And the black toque I always wear with it somehow didn't get laundered as I found it on the floor when I returned to unload the washing machines. Like WTF; in the leas I should of stepped on it, never mind noticing it, and somehow it escaped this oversight. Needless to say, I am normally on high alert for dropped things at laundromats as it "happens" all too often while there.

11-14-2015
Attending to wine-making; the perps DO love me when taking measurements (volume of wine additive), and one of the owners was downstairs for the day doing paper work and watching hokey movies as well. Lots of rain today, but little wind, and this must be at least two weeks of dingy cloudy overcast weather, which gets on my nerves and especially so when the dinged-hour sets in about 1600h these days. Still five weeks until the winter solstice, and it would seem the perps want to increase the seasonal dinginess this year. I suspect there is a melatonin-dopamine interaction they are looking to remotely detect. Though light conditions and sources of are of intense interest to them, especially given the propensity of light bulbs to go.

11-15-2015
Sunday, and nothing on tap; I was going to work out at the recreational center but that turned to naught as I suddenly became demotivated later. I haven't worked out in six months or so, and I have the time to do it, and it doesn't "happen". Another one of those managed states/events it would seem. A shut-in day as it turns out.

More dingy weather, and the perps sacked me for a two hour nap attack this afternoon while reading and interesting ADD blog site, one that I later returned to this evening. It has to be the third time this week they sprung a mid-afternoon nap to have me awaken in much dingier ambient light conditions. And for the record, and especially today, I have no intrinsic need for these extended sleeps and don't run a sleep deficit.

More interesting reading of JFK; the CIA, Vietnam and the Plot to Assassinate John F Kennedy by Fletcher Prouty and the lead up to the Vietnam War, and how President Johnson essentially reversed Kennedy's intent to have US troops fully depart by 1995. And how was it that the Secret Service in Dallas was so remiss in attending their normal protocols of providing security Nov. 22, 1963? And the entire JFK cabinet was in in enroute to Tokyo when they heard the assassination news, and returned to Honolulu thereafter. And even the author, was in New Zealand at the time, far removed from his usual duties, and when he put the time change and the news release there in context, the newspapers had LHO's biographical details and listed him as the assassin before any news release anywhere. And too, the elaborate and continuing deception and cover up games that go on to this day; who has the capacity to do all of this, never mind the Warren Commission made to be an abject exercise in prescribed futility. Talk about a major history revision. I have long come to the conclusion that war is yet another element of the perps' imperative of studying the human race and whatever quantum cosmological constants they are looking for.

Anyhow, I should get this posted lest this lapse another week as the demotivation impositions seem to be coming more prevalent of late.

Bobs on Bob

07-14-2015
More high strangeness at yoga yesterday. The perps had me take a mega shit just before heading there, and what a toilet blocker it was. I gave it the bleach solution and took off as I was running late. I got there four minutes before class started, and lo, everyone was there, ready to go. Lots of new faces, and it almost looked as if class had begun as six of 12 or so were doing the same lying down butterfly pose. Image that, half the class independently (har, har) performing the same pose on their own volition while the instructor sat oblivious to it all, reading her lesson plan.

Every so often, about every four months they pull this, where instead of being the first, or almost so, I was the last to arrive. And lo, if my usual spot was vacant, and in the mind fuck world I am in, why, I didn't "see" any other locations available. And lo, if this fugly male wasn't at the mat next to me, someone new and featured it would seem, as he had a most peculiar hair-do. A two level cut with the sides being a half inch or so (with visible scalp), and the middle strip long enough to have his hair in a tight bob. I get these ridiculous male hair-dos every so often, more ridiculous than male ponytails even. And I have had at least four such male "bobs" on ambulatory gangstalk duty this past week, so why not plant one next to the victim for his yoga class to gross him out for the whole session?

And so in the vernacular that takes hold in any sustained different circumstances , all the males that wear this bob-do get called "Bob", just as the ball cap wearing ones get called "Ball Caps". Nothing original there of course, but it helps to concisely frame the category of freak to which I am being visually subjected. And too, to engage in the male-female games of "gender bender" appearance, where for example, the cute young babe wears a fedora. (There have been more than a few in the last 13 years of this abuse-athon).

And why is it at yoga with such a large class am I so often the first to exit while everyone else makes busy with their head down and their mat cleaning activity? And I am almost furthest from the door.

But all wasn't gangstalk gloom at yoga; the darling pixie instructor is always easy on the eye, and this time "happening" to wear identical black spandex shorts as my own. Her yoga wardrobe is highly variable and I don't view these occasional "clothing look alikes" as a coincidence. One example has been having gangstalkers in "just stand there" mode wearing the same shorts as me near the checkout at the grocery store.

And also at yoga, a first; after attempting for two years to do the wheel pose and not being able to push myself off the floor, I could today. That is a seeming consequence of taking iron supplements for the last four weeks, having found that I was low in iron and it likely being a life-long condition that all those compliant doctors somehow failed to mention/look for.

07-15-2015
The normally freaky hair stylist school where I get hair cuts and leg waxes went to extra lengths to ensure a freak-stream (aka, a parade of the Unfavored) while captive in the stylist's chair. It began with a wheelchair clusterfuck at the entrance, one coming through the door with an adverse grade and my stylist "happening" to be passing by and helping out the woman in the wheel chair. The regular wheel chair receptionist woman with revolting armfuls of tattoos at the front desk couldn't help any, having just arrived from a break. (When I arrived only 60 seconds a different woman was on reception duty. It is very common for the perps to arrange reception and cashier staff while at the counter, or shortly afterward).

Then once seated with washed hair and having explained what I wanted done, a 6'6" negro (rare as hen's teeth in this town) male arrived at the next station, putzing with head models. If that wasn't freak enough, a red haired stylist student paraded behind me, as seen in the mirror, making chat with my stylist for more loiter time. The known-to-me very over-sized spa training supervisor also jumped into the freak parade, making at least six passes. Then a woman stylist student set up at the opposite adjacent station, with a chest and arms chock full of tattoos. Add in a chummy stylist student with green/blue tinted hair for more loiter time in the mirror. The hair stylist's instructor came a couple of times too, being way too frosty when I had met her at least twice as she was the receptionist then. She had a two level asymmetrical hair cut, something I find a little perturbing for some unknown reason, though not enough to be classified as a Freak or more correctly, one of the Unfavored. And she did have a substantial butt, another borderline Unfavored feature. The perps like to plant almost-Unfavored/freaks on me to test my reactions. The only "normal" looking (non-freak) was my stylist student, being one of the Favoreds with a blonde hair do.

While in the vineyard and working a row that has a sight line on the busy two way arterial rode, why, a negro male stops his truck in mid road and chooses exactly the location I see the road. Some 3' further ahead or back, and I would not of seen this particular specimen of an Unfavored demographic group. He sat in his vehicle looking straight ahead and with no apparent reason for about 20 seconds and then proceeded. Like WTF; who would be so inane to stop in mid-road (that has 8 to 15 vehicles per minute during weekday daytime), and to top it off, makes himself visible to me with a narrow sight-line (7') from 70' away). I assume this was a negro `warm up`prior to visiting the hair stylist, per above freak show.

07-16-2015
A variety of vineyard work; weed-eating, herbicide-ing, dead plant material removal and making sure I stay out of the view of customers as they arrived.


07-17-2015
An end of the work day irrigation repair job, as this leak got worse over the past few days. I was using a turquoise colored PVC glue, and my boss arrived to give me a belated birthday card in a turquoise envelope. We chatted for a minute, and I got back to my pipe work. And lo, if a few minutes later, the perps had me knock over the glue pot onto a rounded stone, but thankfully there was sufficient remaining to finish the job.

After work, depositing my much needed paycheck in the bank ATM with a strangely low gangstalker count, some four vehicles converged on me while I was about to start my vehicle. An ambulatory negro in a turquoise T-shirt and dark shorts was also part of the visual arrangements. I took a route to avoid all the gangstalker action, and lo, if the negro, now running on the crosswalk doesn`t cross my path while I was stopped at the traffic control light. Can we get enough turquoise going, and especially a before and after paycheck deposition.

07-18-2015
Saturday,  at my alternate vineyard employer. (I was told before I was hired it was a 7-day per week crew, but it has turned out to be Saturdays only. Probably a good thing to have one day off a week to thwart perp harassment exploitation. The crew is mostly Punjabis, and I have worked many farm jobs with them over the past seven years. And the inevitable turbans, a much Unfavored head wear item. The four women are the most curious, as they wear long flowing garments with oversized ball caps. One even wears a scarf across her face, just below her sunglasses. I find this get up just ridiculous, but again, for reasons the perps know better than me, they like to plant this kind of nun garb around me, save the dark colors. The Sound of Music might of been one of their first such Unfavored exposes, as it began in a RC church with the maladjusted junior nun played by Julie Andrews. And why do the perps like to bring on RC clerical garb as Unfavored freak shows.

The reason maybe that I was placed in an RC church with the Duplessis Orphans during my stay in Montreal during my recall-deleted years, aged 2 to 5. My father was taking his PhD in Geology at McGill at the time, and of course, that brings in another Canadian atrocity, the clinical machinations (aka patient mind trashing) of Dr. Ewan Cameron. He had a Scottish accent at the time say the witnesses, and lo, if the perps don`t stalk me with Scottish accented gangstalkers. My ex-wife was from Scotland too, though without the accent for the most part.

And all day long, the perps harassed me when using clippers while doing bunch thinning; I could not be allowed to used them like anyone else, my fingers were directed to place the clippers above and below the intended cut location before I was allowed to cut the extra fruit bunches. This went on all day long.

Anyhow, now Sunday night, and time to get this posted.

Meet the Browns and Whites

2040h
Back from a day at the First Feral Family home, attempting to do gardening work for pay, though that got fucked with, and so much less billable time. But I did get the infernal and protracted leaf raking done for the year, as more arrived in the front yard and the lastmost visit of two weeks ago got truncated for the sudden wind conditions. And before that, the original garden rake broke more tines, and then the new replacement rake fell apart, and then the snow came to delay and prevent leaf raking, and so it went. A pile in place for visiting family at Christmas, as the perps seem to like me and cooperating FFF quislings to walk over where I have raked, often within seconds. I was left to my own to get the leaf raking done, save the myriad of loud mufflered vehicles that kept passing by, that being a 90 degree bend in the road outside the FFF house. And lo, if they didn't have me lined up in the headlights too, always a big Fuckover necessity nowadays. And the Saanich municipality garbage collection crew and truck also came by for two separate vehicular gangstalkings, making themselves obvious because there wasn't any garbage to be collected in the neighborhood, and yet they came by twice; once 200' away, and then in close, immediately in front. Them and UPS seem to have this habit of driving around for no apparent purpose when I am in the front yard doing landscaping work. The STRATCOM bomber noise/aircraft started up before I got outside even, while putting on my boots in the garage, and they were good for at least three flybys for the 1.5 hours I was on the job.

Other bullshit was getting screwed out of the #27 bus, the assholes ran it early for once and I missed it by a minute. So that gave the fuckers 15 minutes of gangstalker persons and vehicles to patrol by, and even the fire department and the police got in on it as they seem duty-bound to cruise by this TI victim if more than 5 min. out in public. The most outrageous was this dude/ fucker that got off a bus, and I was well out of the way of any sidewalk ambulatory Fuckwits, and yet this asshole cruises in within 1.5' of me when he had 5' on the other side of him, and putting on the oblivious act again. Then, behind him, and a respectful distance of say, 3' away, a blonde babe also got off the bus and was trailing this Fuckwit. The perps made sure to direct my enraged attention from the intruding dude/Fuckwit who got in way too close to that of the blonde babe. Then they fucked me into viewing them again when 40' away, both on their apparently independent paths. These personal space encroachments are reaching the point that I want to have some kind of protective measure in hand, being vague here. That would change things real fast I have come to know.

And I got my negro on the bus again, seemingly the assholes have reverted to female negroes for now, and seem to be concentrating on E. Indians, native Indians, and various middle Eastern types as the brown skin show goes. And a planted notion of the "Sphincter Brothers", two similar dudes coming on the bus, walking toward me, dressed the same, but they split apart, sitting on opposite sides of the traverse seating at the rear raised deck. One "happened" to be the father of the two children who did their stare thing and sat with me and their mother on the rear bench seat. Not that the parents said anything between them the entire 15 min. on the bus. Strange that the mother and children came on board first as an obvious group, and the father hung back with the look-alike dude to set up this faux (as it came to be) scenario of two malevolent dudes coming at me. (The sphincter reference applies to the fear response, as it tightens up when one senses fear, and given the past and abusive machinations of the perps, to the point they had to delete my recall, but still are attempting to elicit subconscious reactions from all these setups with Unfavored gangstalkers, often blending them with Favored ones, e.g. aforementioned blonde babe following the personal space encroaching dude. And in this latter case, the two threatening males, one splitting off to be seeming family man).

Other Unfavoreds that were in force today were the ponytailed dudes; I had at least four while waiting for the bus, and then when out later three more (explained below), and then two on the bus on the way back into downtown, one doing three seat swaps enroute.

Back to the FFF house; when I arrived I changed into my work pants and my blue sweater in readiness to do work, and lo, if the in-town brother doesn't call with a desperate need to find out how to get his full screen Windows back to normal size so he could access the tool bar and all the commands and the MS Favorites thing/list. And of course I avoid full-screen anything as I have been screwed so many times, not being able to get back to control the presentation because the command options are removed. The Windows key got him help, and I atttempted to find the appropriate help, but from what he told me, either the Windows Medial Player or the general LCD display set up commands were referenced, but not the IE browser. Anyhow, some 50 minutes later with me on the phone, he somehow blundered into fixing it, along with two versions of the problem; Windows and desktop or else just the browser. I am a Firefox person, so I wasn't the biggest help.

And to play that back in perp terms, within two minutes of changing my clothes, always a high noisestalk and Fuckover moment, the assholes had me on the phone (read, EMF device) for 50 minutes. Better than yoga from the perp perspective; when I change immediately before I head out, do the 10 minute gangstalking gauntlet (walk on the public sidewalks in downtown), and then do an hour of spine stretching exercises with overhead clunking noise going on the whole time, and then I do the gangstalking gauntlet back. All the better it ends at 1230h, on an empty stomach, prime Fuckover time.

And so I was to be driving for my mother to get new shoes for my in-care (read faux dementia IMHO) father, though the wires got crossed as she made out that I was to drive 30 min. across town, and I mentioned that another branch of the store is only 2 min. away, and that inter-branch returns are permitted, as she had to return an item as a credit for the purchase. So... the three of us out together, prime gangstalking time to be sure. And so they did their best to dally and putz to delay vehicle egress, hang behind me, and then delay their entrance to the store, all the while a 20' line of Fuckwits was arranged with a black dressed Fuckwit lounging at the entrance. The modern MIB wears fleece and a ballcap I have come to know. And so the choreographed ditzing and putzing to find the right shoes, and to get them on, and then to find a salesman, and to get the correct size and model, and to suffer the parade of Fuckwit dudes coursing around us. First it was the skinheaded Fuckwit, and when I moved to get him out of my sight, why, he moved to get back in it. This little charade went on for five minutes in three rounds, and then it was the shoulder length long-hair male that I needed to be exposed to. This Fuckwit stuck on like glue, and because I was then engaged in getting my father's shoe off, and testing a new one on, I couldn't be so evasive, and so this Fuckwit had more exposure time. And my mother "needed" to find a salesman, and so a two tone brown dressed presentable dude comes to help out. And of course I was touching my father's old brown shoes, and the prospective new ones (two pairs) also, while this dude flush was going on, and lo, if they didn't slip a fugly pony-tailed dude into the mix, having the Fuckwit sit on the floor 1.5' from me with his back and his fucking 2' long ponytail facing me. This shit sat down in the fucking aisle with seats and plenty of extra space around. Thankfully I was finishing up, as I got the fuck out of there, having this particular Unfavored fugliness parked on my doorstep. And if I don't like the sight of dudes in brown, or with long hair, or with ponytails, why in the fuck is it an international event that has run for over eight years in hounding me all over to show me these very features I cannot fucking stand? (Worse now, than before they started their overt abuse in 04-2002). And taking a cast of thousands with the choreography and orchestration to go with it? Every day when outside I get one or more forms of Unfavored assholes either encroaching on personal space, obstructing me, or presenting themselves to be seen/featured. And often disgusting me, my new and imposed "reaction", (read mind-fuck/imposed response). Then of course, I get the same on TV for the little that I watch it, and also on web pages that I view, though much more controllable, especially with AdBlock Plus extension to Firefox, a necessity for TI's who might be hounded in this same way.

As part of the transaction, we have a discount card; formerly it was mine but I passed it onto my brother two weeks ago, and then he passed it onto my mother when we were all there at Christmas, as she wanted to exchange an item. So.... this card has my energies from being in my wallet for two months, then presumably my in-town brother's, and now my mother's. All important stuff for the insane assholes who have hounded me over every financial transaction I have made since they went overt/beserk in 04-2002.

But we weren't done yet, even if we did get out of the store with relative speed, waiting for two customers, and that gave the Fuckwits time for a dude to arrive on my L. at the checkout some 6' away and ask about his red shirts he was interested in. He didn't help his cause any to have his tongue hanging out, and then do a reprise gangstalking before we finally got out, my mother putting on the handbag search ditz act again, something she has increased of late. Then onto a communal clusterfuck/gangstalk in the supermarket next to the clothing store. My mother wanted skim milk, and as we were cruising in to get it, and she began her ditz routine in touching at least two other kinds while staring at the skim milk, it was the redheaded granny brigade's moment to gangstalk; three of the Fuckwits coming and going at the milk section, and one more at the checkout. The assholes put on a one liter bottle case lot of water purchasing Fuckwit, as this seems to be the latest perp research interest; bottled water on brown cardboard flats, and out-of-town brother was doing his bit over his Christmas visitation. Then while my mother was paying at the checkout, again putting on the ditz, why, it was a moment to flash light at me from outside the building, through the front glass and past the arranged Fuckwits right at me. "Somehow" this reflection erupted from outside and found me' been there, done that. And when I moved around so I wouldn't see it, why, something else flashed at me. But we weren't done yet.

I was doing the shopping item holding duty; one white plastic bag with one pair of brown shoes in it, and now one 2 liter jug of milk, a very common gangstalker prop, as it offers a large density of a specific color, and all the better that it be in a plastic container. Then to the kitchen shop next door where another almighty clusterfuck/gangstalk was on, and my mother wanted to look at knives as a useful kitchen knife had recently broken. I too was looking for a 6" chef knife, and got into a conversation with the, wait...., redheaded granny store assistant, about deboning (or is it boning?) knives versus chopping knives. Anyhow, I wasn't making any progress as to whether a 6" chef knife could do both, call it "lost in translation" as she was of Germanic decent, and then my mother interceded with what she was looking for, which meant returning the the first of the two knife cabinets to complete her belated interest. All the while I had the aforementioned white plastic bag and a plastic jug of milk in hand. This topic of knives has come up so many times recently, and my mother was eliciting me as to mentioning ceramic blades versus steel ones, and all that suddenly didn't seem to be very important for her. So... a third financial transaction of hers with the assembled choreographed clusterfuck milling about, not to mention a post-purchase trot of my mother past the ceramic dish ware, and lo, if it wasn't the EH line, the kind that I purchased about six weeks ago. Finally, the shopping was done, and once past the vehicle gangstalking, a short drive back to the care-home and the beaten path through the hallways and all the fucking hospital stink that I loathe so much, almost as bad as much as I loathe the sight of wheelchairs, another perp imposed Unfavored demographic/prop. And yes, there were plenty of fucking wheelchairs as well, even more than before; same hospital/care home, same patient population, just more of the wheelchairs out.

Finally, we drive from there with my managed consort of vehicles, this time featuring a wooden boat on a trailer, as the perps just love to ensure that I get plenty of wood exposure as part of the gangstalking proceedings. That, and paper, especially the "envelope crowd".

Other bullshit to report; last night the asshole pounded the ceiling and applied a simultaneous zapping, and regular readers will know how much I like being zapped. Enough to scream at the assholes very loud, all to be fucked agin in the same manner, and even a louder screaming at the asshole resulted. I was allowed to get up with the alarm at 0700h with no dream intrusion recollections, and got riled up at least 10x at breakfast for various incursions; pulling items from my grasp, putting crumbs on my fingertips as I am grasping an object, teleporting crumbs onto the just-cleaned counter, and a few other provocations. They like breaking up the chocolate bar themselves more of late; breaks will spontaneously erupt in the packaging or it will break on the unintended breakline, no matter my attempts to do execute my intent with appropriate application of physical force. Another big deal for the assholes would be starting an infrequently used brand of soap for my morning shower; the Neutrogena glycerine soap in rectangular bars had been lying on the bottom of the cupboard for some six months as spare, and now I used it for the first time this morning. Always a big deal for the perps, the inaugural use of a product that has been arranged to lie fallow for the permitted duration, especially if it contacts one's skin, e.g. clothes. So..., it replaced the Pears soap that is a slightly deeper shade and has a bit of perfume in it. I prefer no perfume or odiferous adjuncts, such as the Neutrogena soap, but it dissapates so fast that it doesn't last more than four days. Anyhow, it was important enough that they also screwed me into taking an extra shower this evening on account of a messy crap they forced on me, the third in four days, something of a record in recent years.

And that should do it for today; all this Fuckover "action" and onto what is looking to be a contained day at home tomorrow.

Daffodil Bulb Conveyor Work

2110h
This is the third year I have done conveyor work for sorting and grading daffodil bulbs. I get to load the hopper, which sets the feed rate for the crew through the wall in the shade all day long, picking the bad ones off and letting the good (not rotten or scarred) go through for loading to a box, weighed by a machine for the same amount in each.

Interuptions; strange interactions (jose),


Aug. 17, 2010
1935h
Another day of feeding the hopper of daffodil bulbs, and basking in the sun all the while, save my work breaks. The rest of the bulb sorting/grading crew is on the other side of a steel wall, and gets very little sun, save the first hour. I wore my tan-through shirt today, always of a big focus for the sickos, and am a little browner on my back as a result. After a week's hot spell, a second cold spell is forecast for this August. I have known similar chilly temperatures for the past two years in August and September when the daffodil bulbs work was in progress.

At work, I get flurries of activities around me at certain junctures, often after breaks when I eat something. A second day of one pass of the SeaKing military helicopter, again, having a shirt of identical grayness in my pack, kept there as a protective wrapper around my glass sealing container with a plastic lid. The stainless steel airtight container on order has taken three weeks to ship, so I need to bring the glass one, even if I didn't want to, as it is total bait for the assholes to smash it somehow. And that would be a mess, glass shards, fruit and fruit juice in my pack should the unthinkable happen. The mantra I have for eliminating the hassles, is "eliminate the excuses", that is, remove any leverage or tempting item that could be co-opted to create hassles, mess or any other kind of disaster/harassment.

Other activity flurry timings seem to be related to when I am moving stacks of plastic crates, or walking in the track of the forklift as it moves pallets for me. All the tractor driving personel have come by for an ambulatory "guest gangstalking"; a no seeming purpose passby, 8' to 12' away, only to momentarily loiter around for some senseless reason and then depart.

It was the dual do-rags on the bus today; the two rows ahead of me each had a do-rag wearing female in it. They had me sleep much of the bus ride home, as I don't recall much of it save waking up. The bus driver changed things up by having front door exits only, and stopped a block earlier for me and others to get off downtown.

On the morning oubound city bus they put this gorgeous brunette babe one seat removed on the rear bench where I was, and she was on her cell phone. (Read, EMF signals in proximity). Then a co-worker male arrives and seats himself opposite me in the rear facing seats and makes conversation with me. Then the babe moved to the forward facing seat row immediately behind him, and offset by one seat so she was fully viewable from the back where I was. She was still on her cell phone, even after protracted quiet time, when a fugly negro woman with dreadlocks boards the bus and then sits facing ahead, and to the right. From left to right I had the babe one seat row ahead, the male co-worker facing me offset from the babe, and then the dreadlock adorned negro woman, 8' further away. Anyhow, I was kept in conversation while looking at the babe and my co-worker, and then the assholes would force me to look right to see the fugly dreadlocks much more than I would by myself. Like anyone, if I see something I don't like, I avert my visual  attention and don't look there anymore. But this natural preservation instinct was overriden it seemed, as the perps forced me to look at the dreadlocks much more that I would of if left alone. Yet again, what is the reason for the perps to be totally consumed with showing me things I don't care to see, off the Unfavored list? If I don't like dreadlocks, red hair, white hair, crimped hair, curly hair, cornrow or corded hair, why is it that the assholes hound me all over town and on the bus, now for eight years, with these fugly Unfavored hair-dos, also named hurl-dos in this blog? They must be spending billions of dollars hounding my ass, and they persist with this insane and often abuse agenda.


Aug. 20, 2010

Bulb hopper loading, and two new workers who looked very much like two of the TI's I met last weekend, at least in body form. Same height, same build but different facial appearences, and they did seem to know each other. One seemed to know her way to the bottled water, but asked me for help, and then asked me how to get to the washroom which was in plain view. The management never let on that bottled water is availible for us peasants, but instead direct us to the well water which is a bit skunky. Then this pair managed to get themselves on the bulb sorting job, something they don't ordinarily do for newbies. One of them was also featuring herself, posing in doorways and excessively crossing my path. All too curious, TI's potentially cooperating will the sickos put me through living hell every fucking day. Or, is it a mind-fuck game? As always, it is at least, FUD (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt).

Aug. 22, 2010
A day off (Sunday) from the 14 hour round trip to eat, work eat when doing the manual labor farm work.

Plenty of rage-ifcations (over 40 so far) this morning, a get-up time of 0730h, respectable and not too late. They have increased the crumb, lint and dog hair teleported inundations, especially on just-cleaned surfaces. The cleaning urge struck as it usually does, in parallel with the laundry on (separate room, 30' away). They pulled the swifter pad from my hand at least 3x, dumped quarters that magically arrived outside the paper wrapped roll (no spillage or falling from the roll), jabbed me in the finger tips at least 4x, poked me in the nipples at least 10x (a torture I have come to not notice much as it happens so often), invoked head pain pulses of short duration (usually while screaming at the assholes over a prior disruptive incursion), flicked water sideways by some 18" and a many others which I am not allowed to recall. And the assholes seem to be pissing with my recall more, making me "forget" to dust all the surfaces of the chair rungs until I thought I was done, when I had fully intended to get to that particular rung, and like perceptual "forgets" and reversals that never happened before.

When the fuckery gets intensified it is often coincident with new events or radical re-arrangements of my routines. I started a new jar of coconut butter this morning, replacing the peanut butter I usually purchase, and lo, if the assholes didn't make it goopy and unspreadable. So now, it gets a place in the fridge, when it was never refrigerated before, as it normally a stiff paste at room temperature. And lo, if that isn't kept the same location in the fridge where the peanut butter is usually kept. The Feb. to Mar. use of coconut butter was blogged, but it was stored on the shelf as it was plain that after one day's refrigeration it was too hard to spread. Now, we shall see what happens.

(And to divulge more of the peanut/coconut butter trivia, they had a full unopened jar of peanut butter on the cupboard shelf next to the coconut butter that was in use). I have mentioned the perps consumption with with various plant oils before if my recall hasn't been fucked with, and it seems that they are still on this theme. Which has been the case from the get-go, though I wasn't fully aware of it until staged shortages of my usual olive oil was plain, not to mention (in 2004) ripping a just-purchased grocery bag containing only  olive oil from my hand and smashing it on the asphalt surface I was walking on.

And I notice they denatured the taste of the coconut butter; I was allowed to "find" the Artisana brand that was so delectably sweet last time, and lo, the sweetness is now gone. Such taste "numbing" is nothing new I have come to find, and it seems they like to make sure that they know it is happening. They could of denatured the flavor from the first time I tasted it, but no, they allowed me to taste it in full (which I suspect is still muted from what most normal folk would find), and now make sure I know it isn't as sweet.

But, they did allow me a full night's sleep last night, with no recalled ructions or disruptive (and imposed) dreams. Meat aerial games were in place prior to awakening, and this is the pattern nearly every night.

2105h
An afternoon at the First Feral Family home, digging up weeds, loping low overhanging branches, raking up pine cones and digging buried plastic out from the ground. Each activity begat fresh rounds of noisestalking, and the odd plasmic flash as if it came off my glasses. The aircraft noise, (SAC and private single engine aircraft) was highly evident, as were the hot rods of the nearby street, and other loud muffler acts (motorcycles, ill-maintained passenger vehicle mufflers). Oddly, not much neighbor noise like lawnmowers, chainsaws and the like; keeping their noise at bay for a rare change. I hadn't done any gardening work for two weeks, and sometimes they come on real hard after a hiatus. But they did ramp up the head pains, these seeming beams of point source pain, often deep in my temple region where the amygdala is.

My mother retrieved my father from the old folks home for a visitation, they timing their arrival and greeting just five minutes into digging up the plastic 6" below the surface, the second set of it, as I had removed a sheet above it two weeks ago. Then they were in the house after that, presumably for detecting plastic-me interactions from a distance. This digging exposed the roots of the adjacent cedar hedge and the pine trees, and for the perps, it is just noisestalk heaven when I mess with plant roots. And they even added more plastic after the fact, a red bread tag, a styrene plastic, arrived on the dug area by dint of some fuckery. The perps have me loathing the sight of bread (packaging) tags, but there is no rational reason for this, as I don't particularly care about such trivia.

Week Roundup

July 19, 2010
1600h

A busy week of farm work, with the addition of two native Indian berry pickers. The hyper dude with the pony tail, then ersatz shirt-as-turban got canned for not picking (too hyper, skipping all over the place), and at least two other pickers packed it in. Next year I hear, there will be 14 Mexicans hired instead of the current 8. Which likely means, no summertime locals, just the regulars who are all Punjabis. The Mexicans are often working 11 or 12 hours per day, getting plenty of hours in, and get to stay on longer while I and the other pickers get sent home around 1730h, a 10 hour day, plenty enough. The hype dude was arranged at least 10x/day for me to see his ridiculous pony tail, as the perps have a particular fetish in exposing me to male ponytails (cannot stand them). Then, the next day, the farm owner's son comes by with his latest babe to do a little play berry picking, and lo, if she didn't have a ponytail too.

And there would have been a posting last week, but the assholes blatantly deleted two pages of draft blog posting, detailing some of the daily inanities, especially around the negro and kiddie gangstalking. They just blew away the posting before my very eyes and then saved the file and all that I had typed was gone. No keystroke blunders or other faux causal events, just poof, gone by itself.

This is a Monday, the day I take off from farm work and to spend yesterday evening, and an overnight stayover at the First Feral Family house, usually being tested on new foods, new colors and new juxtapositions of materials, (e.g. caulk and caulk gun in the kitchen for three weeks now, when my mother has no idea how to use it and no one that I know left it there, and “happens” to be the very same GE caulk compound I applied extensively in my house 1994 to 1996).

The berry picking has transitioned to raspberries last week, a whole lot easier than strawberries, but invoking different techniques to find the berries, as so many lurk behind leaves, deep into the canes. Every day I take the bus home, why, a profusion of red vehicles comes on, in varying reds of course, and with the accompanying greyscale colored vehicles too. Plus, the shiftless male gangstalkers have taken on a propensity to dress in red, and even the daily morning negro is strutting in a red shirt sometimes, and making an effort to sit near me, as his purported pals seem to be ignoring him.

The Cambodian pickers are still continuing to “happen” to take the same bus as me each morning, and now also take my walking route from the bus stop to the farm. As in gangstalking me from the boarding bus stop, (they are already on board), to the farm work site. And now that they make us walk the extra five minutes to clock in each morning, the Cambodian dude packed a brown cardboard box with him for curious reasons, as he was walking the same route as I was. I have often remarked on the “cardboard box stalking”, a seeming portable color reference, and they have now taken this to new heights, having the “cardboard stalkers” pack cardboard along my walking route, in close proximity. Other cardboard games are to have the berry pickers sit on cardboard while having their break time, again in close proximity. This brown and cardboard fixation has gone so far in the past as to having cardboard furniture placed on city sidewalks at an interesection for no seeming purpose as regular readers might recall.

And an interview for a possible IT contract job this afternoon, a strange set of circumstances due to the interviewer making sure that she seemed particularly bored. An Asian woman in a pink top, so I shouldn't of been surprised to see a pink shirted dude with a coffee cup in hand doing the “loiter lollygagging” routine that I have come to know and loathe. Nor the Asian gangstalkers sitting in the lobby on my way out, or the Asian dude tailing me for three blocks on the way back. And it was very likely that my experience pre-dated the interviewer, going back my days of DEC VMS of 1986 to 1989. Somehow, I fitted the profile, being the only one with this particular experience, and so I will be pitched as a part time VMS systems administrator. Like, WTF; 20 year old experience, and being touted as a resource. I thought it was a joke at first when getting the original email, and then realized it might be another one of those perp games where they like me to be re-exposed to past activities, likely arranged back then. It is similar to the exposures they like me to see when viewing job postings; nearly every business within a block of where I live, (and see the store fronts), has advertised at least once. Part of the games of more needless exposures, albeit in differing contexts.

The downtown crush today was full of the ratty haired, tattoo-ed, the large gutted, and the otherwise Unfavored, though no faux army personnel today (so far). And swarms of seeming tourists as well, as this is one of the main economic drivers of this city. Naturally, they could be all for real, but the complexity of the blend of gangstalkers and tourists is more difficult to separate. Though, if you follow this blog, you will know that nothing in my visual proximity is left unmanaged, and that especially includes the mix of people/gangstalkers I see at every moment. Dumbshit stuff of having a dreadlocked negro sitting in a vehicle that is impeding the sidewalk, waiting for a parking spot that has no expectation to materialize, such as today, is nothing new. One new Unfavored twist was to have a female grabbing her crotch, twice even, in mid sidewalk. The perps like to mix male and female clothing, say, fedoras on babes, but to have females engage in blatant male behaviors in public is a new one.

Last night's once-per-week TV viewing was heavy on the mental health angle, even Hercule Poirot had a flakey client. Then more of the same on the CBC documentary, Prodigal Sons, and again more on the news. Like WTF; why am I getting such a heavy load of this topic when it has absolutely nothing to do with me?

Last night's 60 Minutes rerun on the end of the soap opera series, Guiding Light, had me emo-trashed again; tearing up for crissakes. Get this right; I have never heard of the show before as we don't get it in Canada, and don't have any empathies related to acting and the cast or casts in general, so why does some fucking asshole jerk me around as if I gave a shit? For the record, I never would have had any such reaction, and am totally pissed that someone plants emotional reactions on me that just don't make any fucking sense as to my own emotional make up. And furthermore, I am also pissed that the assholes didn't let me know that I was manipulated until after the fact. I could pick up these manipulations before, and now the fuckers won't let me, or worse yet, have changed me so I do. I don't know who I am any more.

And the boots, socks and insole games continued last week; I had a pair of unused insoles in the pair of safety toed boots that I bought in 09-2008 and have never work for work purposes, and bought three pairs of insoles in 2009, and put one pair in these unworn boots. The non-wool socks arrived and lo, if they weren't much thinner than the thick wool socks I had. So, in order to end the sloppy boots (which can be telekinetically manipulated), I put a second pair of insoles in them. This worked, and the first morning of setting out at 0610h for the bus, why, a 6'4” dude was outside the lobby on the W. side, visible through the ample glass, flapping his arms and wandering around. Like WTF; how is this weirdness always erupting around me, and he wasn't even a vagrant, just “hanging around”. The boot games will be continuing as I see that the assholes have created extra wear on the outside of the Vibram sole heels, and no visible wear anywhere else, so doubtless the boots will be taken in as soon as the six month long jerkaround of getting bootlaces for my spare pair is accomplished/allowed.

[2120h add in]
Some very strange dreams last night, planted IMHO. The dreams were about financial duress and not being able to access my bank accounts in two countries and all manner of workarounds to "deal" with the problem. For the record, I have never had such experiences when regularly visiting and working in two countries (1999 to 2002), nor do I have any such related issues now, so WTF. Why was this total bullshit planted on me and for what reason?

1905h

A two stop shopping trip to the LD store and the supermarket, the former being an Rx pickup, and a new generic manufacturer for one of my meds. No doubt this drives deep into the perp's agenda, as they are obsessed over the the source, manufacturer and packaging of everything I ingest, and so it would seem that a change in the generic Rx manufacturer is a huge deal, and advance on their continuing Fuckover show.

And then past the negroes (2 parties, the latter one circling the checkouts for no seeming reason while paying by debit card), then the parked motorcycles (2), the shiftess dude in red on the outside bench, the just-standing-there cell phoners (2), and the rest of the Unfavored freaks over some 100' to the local supermarket. And at 1835h the assholes had closed down the hot chicken counter, at least an hour early, and so no tortilla/quesadilla making tonight, and none for lunch tomorrow. Then the assholes had also cleaned out the organic cashews they had last week, serving as my coffee break time sustenance. Back to the overly sweet Pro-bars again for at least two days. And onto sardines for lunch tomorrow, hoping the mess, smell and other unpleasant side shows won't be parlayed into a big Fuckover scene in the middle of the berry patch when I take my lunch tomorrow. Never mind the accelerated burps the assholes always now deliver when I eat sardines.

I am going to call this one done for today, and maybe for the week should I be working extra hours.

[And I see in reviewing this posting in OO Writer, the assholes have stripped out a partial paragraph. This insane fucking bullshit never ends.]

An Imminent Chicken Run

1510h
A Chicken Run is imminent and I am getting tensed about it already. This is the acquisition of a hot cooked chicken from the local supermarket and the gangstalking and other feints that go with it. As it is my protein source for 2/3 of my meals, and it lasts some three weeks until consumed, it takes on a sizeable perp interest. So much so, that they constrain the availible choices of whole, partial or half chickens. For a while they were beserk over making sure I had only a half chicken, but of late it has been whole chickens with the price jacked up for some reason.

As part of the ritual, I bring it home, remove the skin and then eat some off the bone for my first meal. As there is no dinner plate or other ceramic contact they tend to put on extra gangstalkers just for this alone. (Cutting board is a soft plastic). It will follow that I head out about 1715h and whatever digestion that has occured will be of intense interest. Don't ask me what exactly is so important, but one can be sure they won't tell me and would rather do this remotely and anonymously.

1545h
A few days ago I remarked on the seeming moderated harassment of the past week, one in which there was a Canadian National holiday (Victoria Day) and a week later, the US Memorial Day holiday. I predicted they will be up to full harassment by today, and they certainly started out that way by creating extra street noise and then extra noise seemingly "made" my the razor blade while shaving. This is one way the assholes rile me up as nearly always there is no conventional causal event. There isn't a freeway outside with traffic ripping by as the noise suggests. And when I look out and see very few vehicles, or ones coating past, the aggregated noise will die down some.

2030h
I did the Chicken Run, and sure enough I had two gangstalkers ready for me in the elevator, one on a cell phone. Then another coming into the building as I was leaving, and the usual cyclist on the sidewalk and at least a dozen extras on the sidewalk until I got to the supermarket, a three minute walk. An attractive blonde passed by the entrance doors to the supermarket before I entered. And lo, when in there for no more than three minutes, she somehow turned back, met up with her boyfriend and was holding hands with him while shopping in the supermarket. Simply amazing that one Favored (attractive blonde woman) demographic group member/gangstalker backtracks 180 degrees, and goes grocery shopping after passing the supermarket, and then finds her boyfriend (Unfavored demographic group), and does the handholding bullshit that I get to see more of. Day after day I get these strangely behaving people, often reprising the gangstalking in a different location within minutes, sometimes 30 minutes. I had another fucker swoop in behind me when I selected the hot cooked chicken I was to put in my shopping basket. I got skunked on getting tapenade and frozen gluten free bread; the unavailble bullshit again, all to arrange the groceries the way they want for that three minute walk back to my apartment. And when inside, I was only rage-ified twice while taking the chicken skin off, which is a new record for fewest number of abusive incidents when dealing with the just-purchased chicken.

I have also done the cleaning job tonight, and got jerked around while attempting to clean glass surfaces of the cubicle partitions. The squeegee is too wide and the perps made sure it chattered and slipped so I couldn't get a clean swipe at cleaning the glass. This fuckery was then manifested as leaving tracks of water on the glass which took at least another two attempts to clean up, even if I used new cleaning cloths. This extenuated jerkaround took plenty long, and I noticed that there was a huge amount of road traffic outside the building, noise, configurations and all. And the cubicle resident's name was on the glass, and lo, if the residual squeegee traces weren't arranged to be over the person's name. And when cleaning the person's name, why extra male banter erupted among the Sales staff, doing their "stand-arounds" at the front door. One did his back and forths and made sure his heels made a resounding click noise as he passed by.

2245h
Enough dulldom for one day; I get to go out and get my hair cut tomorrow. This was a three week pissing match with the perps who kept up on "forgetting" me until this week. And a unreturned phone call was part of the show as well. The "problem" was that the last guy pulled a disgusting BO stunt while cutting my hair (blogged), so I decided to move on. I would not be surprised if it was the same guy in morph-over at the new shop. The hair stylist has been seen to be gangstalking me three times in public, once outside my apartment, and this is not the area of town he lives in. Another one of those Fuckwits that keeps resurfacing, possibly more than I am allowed to know.

Friday Mashup

1525h
The typos have already started even when keying in the above time, and when fixing it, the vehicle horn beep sounded, one of many contributors to the overall noisescape.

I walked to Qi Gong today and joined the shills and operatives in gently exercising myself and gathering chi. The games were all around me again, though the most prominent was placing an Asian girl next to me, and then have her following me out to and down the elevators afterward.

At the end of class they all seemed to hang back excepting her, and egress was blocked by the ever increasing obliviousness act of having shills/operatives stand in the center of the throughway and have me remind them with an "excuse me" which causes them to shift some, but not a lot. The same stunt is occuring more often and there was an earlier incident on the street by a bus stop when walking to the class. There was no bus in sight, and this navy blue coated dude was walking 30' ahead of me and then stopped in mid sidewalk beside the bus stop, constricting egress by establishing himself between the bus stop pole and the bus shelter, back facing me. Then he put on the pissed act when I gave him the requisite "excuse me", as if my request was unreasonable. More like; you dithering idiot; plugging public access on the sidewalks by beligerently stationing yourself at a constriction point and contriving ignorance by feigning to be unaware of others coming directly behind you. (And when this set up was scripted in the first place).

And it is motorized bicycle day in Victoria; this occured after passing an improbable line of gangstalkers at a bus shelter following Qi Gong, all lined up and "in color", and again constricting my egress by establishing themselves outside the bus shelter and on the sidewalk, this time deigning to notice me. And as I passed the group at the above mentioned same constriction point of the sidewalk, a motorized bicycle passed by with a deep red metallic colored pannier (box) on the back.

Only 3 minutes later in my walk at the next intersection, another shill/operative was on the same make and model of motorized bicycle on the sidewalk no less, again constricting my egress between the bicycle and the steel railing on the other side. This time the pannier was a metallic mid grey color, and the perps made sure to have me vocalizing about the stupidity of the rider in putting this thing on the sidewalk when there was adequate room on the road.

Once back at this room/cell, what shows up in the online news? Why an article on motorized bicycles.

And in this city of significant accomodation for bicycle lanes, that still does not stop them from riding them on the sidewalks which they nearly always do at least once per outing. Even if the bicycle lane is beside the sidewalk. In another variation today, and an all-time first, the perps put on an operative walking down the center of a street 60' ahead of me. This was a back street granted, though it is heavily trafficked when I am "in-residence", but somehow, no vehicles came while this deep red anoraked backpacker walked in mid-street. Fucking absurd.

For my 50 minute round trip walk mostly along thoroughfares the perps put on a constant rush hour level of traffic volumes, color grouped, vehicle type grouped, and in formations. I reckon this was 500 - 800 vehicles. Often they will have a gap in traffic and then run a cluster toward or behind me. The deep red metallic color is still playing big, and there was more ambulatory gangstalker clothing color to proximate vehicle color coordination. E.g. the lime green vehicle coming from the side street and pulling ahead of me to make a turn, followed by a grey colored vehicle with the driver wearing a lime green coat.

I also get more ambulatory gangstalkers on "just stand there" duty looking exceptionally stupid. Often these ones are wearing two tones of the same color; one of today's was two blues, shirt and vest, doing nothing but standing there, mouth open. This was preceded by an operative making a corner and spitting as he did so.

Another of these was outside the building where I take Qi Gong; a blonde woman was in a dark red anorak with black panels, standing on the sidewalk for no reason, and I passed within 6' of her as I walked by. Some 30' away, another blonde woman in a brown coat was accessing the trunk of her Nissan Altima. This might have been an incidence of attempting to capture "blonde aura" close in and somehow equate/measure it to the "blonde aura" of the woman farther away. Not a convincing rationale to be sure, and I am only adding this as speculation as to what I witness in all the improbable circumstances of behavior, juxtaposition and timing that I see or am otherwise involved in.

The new theory/method, likely supplied (a planted mind fuck notion), is to classify all the objects that I see as having favorable or unfavorable psychic associations. This might be why they add an ugly color to the aformentioned woman's clothing (brown is ugly to me for the most part,- i.e. unfavored), while she (favored) is proximate to a vehicle that I find aesthically pleasing (favored) with blonde colored hair (favored) and somehow is to be correlated that to the blonde (favored) woman who was closer in the red coat (unfavored color). This is all too theoretical, though I did find some dense theory on this from a book (detailed below) that I never purchased but "found" in my shelves at the last residence.

This might be why the Audis A6, A8 and TT which I thought looked so sharp (wholly favored aesthetic appeal) now (2007 model year) have redesigned grills that look ugly (unfavored). Again, I don't know what the perps get from this, but the degree of occurences of these type of events is too frequent to ignore. I have mentioned this particular example in past blog postings, especially in reference to Volvos.

As mentioned in past blogs, I have no or minimal ideas as to why I (or the perps) favor some colors over others, and the best reason that I can supply, based on one incident that I know happened, was when I was two years old (the brown one). The associaton is that there seems to be some early childhood traumatizations in deep neural structures, likely related to the perps' fuckery, that they are attempting to unravel.

And these long ago color-traumatization associations the perps seem to be hunting for (or are eliciting) are getting in the way of what they want to do next. What that is exactly I don't know, but remediation isn't out of charity as they could leave me alone and not play these games as I am fine like how I am and don't need any intrusive psychopathic white knight to play fuckover games. I have been fucked with enough; pass the dough and stay out of my life, as the perps have fucked it enough.

The above mentioned reference to a book that might explain a significant amount of the perps' behavior and set ups is titled; "The Dimensional Structure of Consciousness" by Samuel Avery. It is the book that "somehow" arrived on my shelf and I don't know how. Anyone who can figure out his descriptions of physical and quantum screens, dilations in time, space and mass etc. is welcome to help me out, as his few examples are relevant to what the perps do.

One of the perps' games is to noisestalk me everytime I spread (and I am being noisestalked now as I write this), the contents onto tortilla while in the fry pan; tapenade or guacamole, cooked chicken and cheese on top. Likewise, another round of noisestalking is scripted when I cut the tortilla into four (more of same noisestalking noise as I type this- identical loud mufflered sports cars), as the noisestalking is greatest when the sections are physically separated. There was a reference in Avery's book about aggregation and de-aggregation and that there are associated quantum energies with the represenations of physicality. Anyhow, I don't understand it, and in keeping with past perp "gimmes", where they lead or give me an explanatory reference, it is too densely written for me to grasp. And this learning disability is a perp created one that is documented in 1960 from grade-wide testing, and my parents never told me. Fucking sick and depressing.

I am getting extremely pissed at the typo fuckery that is going on, never mind the syntactical "mistakes" that are happening in substantially more profusion than ever before.

Another choice mindfuck stunt is to have me select a Firefox (within application) tab instead of an open application box from the horizontal bar at the bottom of the Windows display. Until a few months ago this was never perturbed, if I wanted a tab, that is what I selected. Now, the perps routinely mindfuck me into selecting a tab instead of a new application or vice versa and it goes on all the time. This is yet another mental ability that is now remotely fuckable which wasn't before. It is difficult to fit that in a clinical model but I am waiting to hear should they actually read this, and that would be a first.

1630h
More hallway tromping noise outside my door, at least two passes. This occured in concert with my LCD display going blank (totally black) while at the very same instant, "I" was clicking the mouse and the fridge also sounded off with a concurrent clicking noise.

1745h
I was bookmarking some movies to see if I ever am allowed out of purgatory, which includes a never-before typo mindfuck assault as I attempt to key this in. The noise flurries are on again, as this is the pre-dinner run-up for noise to then re-associate (correlate) while digesting my food after dinner. This is the stuff that turns on the perps for whatever reason, though there are about a hundred others or more, this one is three or more times per day.

And I got a phone message from my caseworker to say that she tried to call me earlier this week but the messaging service wasn't working. Why does she pump out this bullshit, or at least that is how I see it as it was working two days later. She is responding to a phone message I left a week ago, and when I returned the call, she is not working today (she claims, but in fact phoned me as part of her work). And she has the amazing timing to phone during the 1.5 hours I wasn't here, but at Qi Gong. And also the amazing ability to not catch me answering the phone during the remainder of the week in person as I am here most of the time. It is this constant stream of utter bullshit that makes me wonder if the perps aren't losing it, as in gone organizationally nuts, aka, gone to Abilene. (That is, making a group decision that makes no sense, and a decision that most rational individuals would discard as absurd or irrelevant).

And as it "happens", the aforementioned caseworker phoned while above paragraph was being composed, right in the middle of capturing the link address.

Time to make dinner as premptive move to shut down the noisestalking for awhile.

2005h
The noisescape is increasing, especially the human voice noise, and it seems this blogging is meant to be noisestalked especially. Time to give this one a rest.

2235h
A [missing text for some reason, 12-2007], with an overhead tapping, but the first noise in quite some time. In fact, this past hour has almost been normal, without the noisescape, save the PC and its vibrational noise, like that of an oscillating fan. The noise/planted intrusion is attributed to the PC's case panel, the section that will slide off. Another job to do; remove all the connections and pull the side off and look at the connection/fittings to attempt to dampen it down. This seems like another "regular project", an introduced hassle every few months. All one does is take away the excuses every so often.

Time to blog off and call it a day, and like most days, it is sufferance for the unaccountable gutless assholes running my existence.