08-09-2018
Back to atmospheric smoke haze days again, but not as dense as last year. We have done this three years of the past six, and as the perps just love foggy or hazy conditions, I am not surprised. I suppose inhaling smoke particles could be part of their research agenda, but they also like to dampen the visual scene for whatever reason.
And if that wasn't annoyance enough, they have pulled the "sunscreen in the eye" stunt again, now twice in two days. I ran out of the usual kind, the the replacement sunscreen seems to be unusually more painful. This erupts near the day's end, forcing me often to drive with one eye open, ever serving their games as to what I see with one eye, versus the other. As to how the sunscreen somehow creeps up my face and gets in my eye, I have yet to find an answer, as I never, ever, put it on my forehead.
And what is with the perps being on the rag this morning when making breakfast at my residence? And this evening, after work, they are at it again. While at work in the vineyard they were relatively calm, and not riling me up so intensely. Just the "usual"; flipping items out of my hand, proprioception interference such that they ram my hand into something I would ordinarily miss, planting messes on my counter, sending me to the wrong kitchen cupboard or drawer etc. I must of yelled at them at least 15x for these transitory incursions this morning, but getting me pissed off once just isn't sufficient for them.
And more infuriation this evening, looking for a pair of safety glasses. I had two pairs, one of which was used this winter as ersatz ski goggles as it was so cold some days, but they too have gone missing. All part of my PPE for my job interview tomorrow morning.... as to why I didn't think this one through and get a new pair on the way home I have no fucking idea. I spent at least 1.5 hours going through all my tool and gear bags, but to no avail, though I did re-organize all this stuff I had long "forgot" that I had in each bag.
08-10-2018
Friday, and my last day of vineyard work for 2018. Next week I start my construction job for two or three months. Hopefully all will go well, and I earn some decent money for once in the 16 years (and counting) of this harassment gig. The vineyard boss man even came around with a few beers and we chatted for 30 min. And we chatted about the same duration earlier at my lunch time.
08-13-2018
Monday, and and a seven hour drive back from Bellevue WA to see the ADD doctor. Just when I thought I was getting all things ordered to re-start my ADD medications, he is taking me sideways, and wants a "sleep study", where one wears a headband with electrodes which is connected to a device to record the various wave types. I said it sounds expensive, because I would have to pay for it out of pocket, US prices. He said he professionally must conduct such a study for continuing care to cover the scrutiny he expects, being certified in three fields of medicine. He said he would forward a letter to my regular walk-in clinic (Canadian) doctors to request a referral, and I said that was fine. But if they don't buy into it, or blow this off with some kind of rejoinder like, "its just a CYA US healthcare demand", then it might be the last I see of the Bellevue doctor. Said Bellevue doctor, friendly last time, didn't seem so disposed today, and walked with a distinct limp and with a cane. I asked him about it, and he said he had old injuries flaring up. I sense he must of been in some pain, given his more terse style today. I just don't know what it is, but it seems that good doctors aren't allowed to last; that is, something comes up and I exit their care, entirely due to professional issues. Save my regular GP in 2003 (from 1980), who flat out said he didn't want to see me any more, invoking some BS excuse.
Last night at the hotel in Bellevue, there were some very loud arguments in Spanish coming from two doors down, and the hotel security came the second time and all was quiet after that.
And what was that dull glowing device on the ceiling in the hotel? It was in the center of the room, over the middle of the bed, about 8" square with a plastic panel and a dull white light glowing from it. It was wired from the hallway, with the covered wire raceway attached to the ceiling after running down the corner of the wall and ceiling. It wasn't a smoke detector or CO2 detector, as those were separate devices.
A seven hour drive today, and it was considerably more smokey today, from Snoqualmie Pass to Penticton. I see they had some big brush fires along I90 near W Columbia River gorge, with even guardrail posts burned to the ground in some places. Some smaller ones along Hwy 97, N of Wenatchee too. In either case, if they had been raging during my trip, it would of been considerably more congested along any detour routes.
Yoga this evening, and lo, after some 3-5 yogis for the past four weeks, why, some 15 of them came for my class after today's seven hour drive. The weather hadn't changed much, and hot yoga on a hot day hadn't been a big seller until today. Perhaps it was the line of three dudes who just "needed" to take off their shirts for crissakes, back to that again. One being a E. Indian with dark brown skin, the last one to come into the practice room. As always, I haven't figured out the why and wherefore for these seeming arranged configurations of yogis; usually about 80% new, and 20% ones I recognize from past classes, even if the same class every Monday. One time they had dancers from a regular group come, and the instructor thanked "all those who came on short notice, especially you guys" (pointing to the dancers). They looked rather pained at being identified, as well as being associated with the apparent prior organization of the class members. Well, at least it has been confirmed once.
Anyhow, enough to get this posted for the week.
[A note to the TI person who left a comment, that requested it be deleted (not posted), which I did:
it is very possible you inadvertently mentioned in our conversation some items that are particular sore points with me from the initial intense harassment onset days (2002-3), when I was dealing with the succession of criminal doctors and the wretched First Feral Family, all spouting the same ridiculous nonsense that just didn't add up. And that your questions were entirely of innocent origin and intent. (As is stepping in metaphoric "cow pies" that you didn't know were there). If so, I humbly apologize for my reactions as stated in my earlier blog posting. Yes, I do claim to be heavily mind controlled, and too, this all could of been yet another wedge driven between TI's, something that is quite common. Though this would be the first instance in my case. And please feel free to talk to me about it on the phone at your convenience.]
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Monday, August 13, 2018
Sunday, July 23, 2017
New Job in Mid-Season
07-18-2017
Another smokey hazy day, as there are so many forest fires here in BC. None locally, but the smoke does carry, and then sit in this Okanagan valley. Which also means it limits the amount of solar radiation. What would of been a hot day of say, 32C, is only some 28C. The perps love sunlight and heat games, and I suppose they are up to their usual tricks of "local dimming" again. Two years ago there was plenty of smoke haze in the valley, comparable to these past two weeks.
My third consecutive day at my new employer, mainly a vineyard operation, though I see they have a winery that is just completed. I am working on my own for the most part, though the boss lady does come by every so often. Goodness knows why the perps needed to cycle me from a 6 person crew situation of five months, to a work-alone situation for two remaining months of the vineyard season. But as they have had me in a near work-alone situation for the past five years, save last year with one co-worker, it is all the more curious as to why they had to revert to the former situation. But it seems they had this one planned, with Difficult Dick at the last employer rounding on me 4x to come across as a rude-assed deranger. The boss man there did not ask as to why I was leaving. Funny how that "happens".
07-19-2017
A hot day in the vineyard, tucking shoots by hand. No reprieve (as in reduced solar intensity) from the smoke today, as it was relatively light. The assholes screwed with my vitamin intake again, this time "forgetting" me out of taking them at lunch, even if sitting in the bottom of my lunch bag and duly seen at the time. Within the hour I knew it, as the energy depletion fuckery came on, when I am just fine in the heat. And of course, more adversity comes on and the assholes make sure I get fucking pissed. (Or "pissed off" as we say in Canada).
Adding to the adversity, they fucked with my cable from the headphones to the player, so just when I had 285 songs queued from my very favorite singer, LR, why, there is intermittent channel drop-outs. Ergo, shut it down and go without any tunes while doing boring vineyard work for the rest of the day.
If that weren't enough, they added insult to injury, (a favorite perp timing), by trashing the zipper on the pouch that goes on my work belt, making my phone and DAP exposed, and of course (per perp adversity), ready to spill out. Ongoing relentless fuckery, one on top of the other, and timed coincidentally even if there are no contingencies
Continuing in this theme of stereo channel fuckery, my stereo at my residence has L channel drop outs, these being the new cables that replaced the ones that mysteriously developed a break in the solder joint.
07-20-2017
A warm, but partially cloudy day in the vineyard; no smoke. Even a spatter of rain for 20 seconds after lunch, a favorite "gotcha" perp timing. But that didn't stop the perps from arranging entertainment of a kind. Across the lake a fire broke out, and in time, that brought in the helicopter to dump water on it. All was duly timed for me to watch this at my 1000h break from my vehicle.
07-21-2017
Another day of dull and boring tucking; the audio device fuckery was all about having me bring my home (usually) headphones into the vineyard, which are typically a PIA as the vertical earpiece posts hang up on the vine shoots. And then in the afternoon the DAP battery was depleted, so only a partial listening to LR.
This vineyard is closer to a busy road, so now the traffic noise has amped up; the usual parade of HD motorcycles, bad mufflers, hot rods, sirens etc. Even more noisy was first thing this morning, when three deer got in the vineyard and the owner chased them out in his ATV. Plus he made a few visits on his ATV to me to explain things. And then some mysterious low frequency noise, like a subwoofer aimed my way from 200m away for five minutes. All jolly good noise games while listening intently to LR, for whom the sun rises and sets.
The male co-owner came by at one point, and chatted briefly. It seems he wants me for next year's vineyard work. That is good to know I am wanted longer term. Presumably the radio-therapy cancer treatments planned this fall won't screw things up, nor any other introduced ailments, most of which seem to be focused around having a dopamine deficiency. I have beating on this problem for over 20 years, and with the exception of stimulant medication for 2.5 years, I have got absolutely no clinical traction. And for the record, the very effective (and no problem) stimulant medication was taken from me due to this insane incursion/invasion in my Seattle apartment in 04-2002 by what amounts to the Gestapo of the Fourth Reich. And they have gangstalked and harassed the literal shit out of me every since, and obstructed, if not directed, all my clinical care since. (And likely before too). So you think you live in a free country, the US or Canada? Not in my experience.
07-22-2017
Saturday, and a day off. I attended to some domestic chores, replete with same color vehicle gangstalking. (What is it about taking glass to the recycle depot that so excites the perps to put on extra silly shit?) I attempted a walk-in doctor clinic visit, but the assholes stacked it with at least 15 seeming patients lined up ahead of me. After a 5 minute wait that was going nowhere, I decided to bail on this ritual of getting swarmed at the door, and instead, purchase yet more chocolate at LD next door. Despite the new medication, me being there for a refill, it hasn't abated the chocolate habit. And I always know when my dopamine production is working as it should, as I don't crave chocolate. Its been rare these past 15 years of this senseless and relentless abuse and harassment. But the odd time, a combination of tyrosine and or phenylalanine will work. Then it dissipates in a few weeks.
Then off to a hike at McIntyre Bluff; no tanning today as it was cloudy, though warm and no threatening rain.
07-23-2017
A straight day of vine tucking, the job becoming more adverse with each passing day. It seems the wires were raised, but no straightening or wire clipping was done, and the shoots could then fall down on each other. So, along comes me, and I get to straighten them up, and just two days ago they supplied the clips to pinch the wires together and keep them vertical. I have been on this job for the past six days, and am at least three days from finishing this 4.5 acres.
And despite wearing short for the past four weeks, I see my leg tan has gone absolutely nowhere for the past two weeks. That is, it hasn't got any deeper, and my tan is stalled out at a mid-brown, and may have even diminished some. I just don't understand why the perps need to jack around with my level of skin brown-ess. But as they have been on a total brown color fixation since all this abuse began in 04-2002, why am I surprised? They seem to be holding my leg tan to a constant level. Or else they are jacking with my perception of color, something they have long been doing, as it seems from what I heard from an expert on the radio, everyone's perception of color is unique. Great; another reason to be experimented upon at substantial length, as if 47 prior years wasn't enough.
This text editor is suddenly screwing up and is time to bail.
Another smokey hazy day, as there are so many forest fires here in BC. None locally, but the smoke does carry, and then sit in this Okanagan valley. Which also means it limits the amount of solar radiation. What would of been a hot day of say, 32C, is only some 28C. The perps love sunlight and heat games, and I suppose they are up to their usual tricks of "local dimming" again. Two years ago there was plenty of smoke haze in the valley, comparable to these past two weeks.
My third consecutive day at my new employer, mainly a vineyard operation, though I see they have a winery that is just completed. I am working on my own for the most part, though the boss lady does come by every so often. Goodness knows why the perps needed to cycle me from a 6 person crew situation of five months, to a work-alone situation for two remaining months of the vineyard season. But as they have had me in a near work-alone situation for the past five years, save last year with one co-worker, it is all the more curious as to why they had to revert to the former situation. But it seems they had this one planned, with Difficult Dick at the last employer rounding on me 4x to come across as a rude-assed deranger. The boss man there did not ask as to why I was leaving. Funny how that "happens".
07-19-2017
A hot day in the vineyard, tucking shoots by hand. No reprieve (as in reduced solar intensity) from the smoke today, as it was relatively light. The assholes screwed with my vitamin intake again, this time "forgetting" me out of taking them at lunch, even if sitting in the bottom of my lunch bag and duly seen at the time. Within the hour I knew it, as the energy depletion fuckery came on, when I am just fine in the heat. And of course, more adversity comes on and the assholes make sure I get fucking pissed. (Or "pissed off" as we say in Canada).
Adding to the adversity, they fucked with my cable from the headphones to the player, so just when I had 285 songs queued from my very favorite singer, LR, why, there is intermittent channel drop-outs. Ergo, shut it down and go without any tunes while doing boring vineyard work for the rest of the day.
If that weren't enough, they added insult to injury, (a favorite perp timing), by trashing the zipper on the pouch that goes on my work belt, making my phone and DAP exposed, and of course (per perp adversity), ready to spill out. Ongoing relentless fuckery, one on top of the other, and timed coincidentally even if there are no contingencies
Continuing in this theme of stereo channel fuckery, my stereo at my residence has L channel drop outs, these being the new cables that replaced the ones that mysteriously developed a break in the solder joint.
07-20-2017
A warm, but partially cloudy day in the vineyard; no smoke. Even a spatter of rain for 20 seconds after lunch, a favorite "gotcha" perp timing. But that didn't stop the perps from arranging entertainment of a kind. Across the lake a fire broke out, and in time, that brought in the helicopter to dump water on it. All was duly timed for me to watch this at my 1000h break from my vehicle.
07-21-2017
Another day of dull and boring tucking; the audio device fuckery was all about having me bring my home (usually) headphones into the vineyard, which are typically a PIA as the vertical earpiece posts hang up on the vine shoots. And then in the afternoon the DAP battery was depleted, so only a partial listening to LR.
This vineyard is closer to a busy road, so now the traffic noise has amped up; the usual parade of HD motorcycles, bad mufflers, hot rods, sirens etc. Even more noisy was first thing this morning, when three deer got in the vineyard and the owner chased them out in his ATV. Plus he made a few visits on his ATV to me to explain things. And then some mysterious low frequency noise, like a subwoofer aimed my way from 200m away for five minutes. All jolly good noise games while listening intently to LR, for whom the sun rises and sets.
The male co-owner came by at one point, and chatted briefly. It seems he wants me for next year's vineyard work. That is good to know I am wanted longer term. Presumably the radio-therapy cancer treatments planned this fall won't screw things up, nor any other introduced ailments, most of which seem to be focused around having a dopamine deficiency. I have beating on this problem for over 20 years, and with the exception of stimulant medication for 2.5 years, I have got absolutely no clinical traction. And for the record, the very effective (and no problem) stimulant medication was taken from me due to this insane incursion/invasion in my Seattle apartment in 04-2002 by what amounts to the Gestapo of the Fourth Reich. And they have gangstalked and harassed the literal shit out of me every since, and obstructed, if not directed, all my clinical care since. (And likely before too). So you think you live in a free country, the US or Canada? Not in my experience.
07-22-2017
Saturday, and a day off. I attended to some domestic chores, replete with same color vehicle gangstalking. (What is it about taking glass to the recycle depot that so excites the perps to put on extra silly shit?) I attempted a walk-in doctor clinic visit, but the assholes stacked it with at least 15 seeming patients lined up ahead of me. After a 5 minute wait that was going nowhere, I decided to bail on this ritual of getting swarmed at the door, and instead, purchase yet more chocolate at LD next door. Despite the new medication, me being there for a refill, it hasn't abated the chocolate habit. And I always know when my dopamine production is working as it should, as I don't crave chocolate. Its been rare these past 15 years of this senseless and relentless abuse and harassment. But the odd time, a combination of tyrosine and or phenylalanine will work. Then it dissipates in a few weeks.
Then off to a hike at McIntyre Bluff; no tanning today as it was cloudy, though warm and no threatening rain.
07-23-2017
A straight day of vine tucking, the job becoming more adverse with each passing day. It seems the wires were raised, but no straightening or wire clipping was done, and the shoots could then fall down on each other. So, along comes me, and I get to straighten them up, and just two days ago they supplied the clips to pinch the wires together and keep them vertical. I have been on this job for the past six days, and am at least three days from finishing this 4.5 acres.
And despite wearing short for the past four weeks, I see my leg tan has gone absolutely nowhere for the past two weeks. That is, it hasn't got any deeper, and my tan is stalled out at a mid-brown, and may have even diminished some. I just don't understand why the perps need to jack around with my level of skin brown-ess. But as they have been on a total brown color fixation since all this abuse began in 04-2002, why am I surprised? They seem to be holding my leg tan to a constant level. Or else they are jacking with my perception of color, something they have long been doing, as it seems from what I heard from an expert on the radio, everyone's perception of color is unique. Great; another reason to be experimented upon at substantial length, as if 47 prior years wasn't enough.
This text editor is suddenly screwing up and is time to bail.
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Food Preparations
08-16-2015
I was a total slack ass this week past, not even jotting down a few notes on each day to remind myself of the content, and filling it out on the Sunday.
Yesterday, it was hoeing all day, removing plant growth from underneath the vine rows. This material will end up in the tanks of the picking machine in a few weeks time unless removed. Such material is called MOG in the viticulture business, Material Other than Grapes as they term it. They like to pick at night when the grapes are cool, and there won't be any vineyard laborers then. But there are in-row cultivators they can use...
The perps are having me go very domestic at this time of year, same as the last two, making winter food preparations for the freezer. For the last two years it was preparing tomatoes by boiling them to remove the skins and then putting them in freezer boxes for salsa or soup. Said tomatoes were given to me as my former employers grew a vegetable garden but couldn't be bothered to pick the ripe produce. Ditto for the six fruit trees they had.
This year my new employer has no such irregularities, and in place of tomatoes, I have purchased 9lb of basil over the past three weekends to convert into pesto sauce and then freeze into ice cube trays, and when frozen, place into freezer boxes. All this is new to me, save the basil, which I crave by the smell alone. And of course I have no idea if this is an perp introduced "craving" or if genuine. Such is life existing in this dual universe, being mind-invaded down to the last detail.
Other low-lights of this past week, where personnel can actually touch me were a dental appointment, and a day later, a leg wax.
The dental appointment was a continuation of the prior week where I had a dental cleaning that needed extra time for gum measurements. And as the perps just LOVE me, or proximate others, taking measurements, why, it was perp heaven. The dentist was leaning over me of course, and as she was masked and with the special magnifying glasses on, there really wasn't much to see. Besides, she has a nose like e prize fighter. She was in her usual jet black long hair; the prior week she had blonde streaks in her hair, attempting to borrow from a much Favored feature. But what I could not figure out is why the dental assistant, a blonde woman in her fifties, was up to. Sometimes she was in the room putting the measurements of gum depth into the computer, and at other times wasn't., with the dentist getting peeved that she was screwing up. Then the blonde woman exited to get something, and then the dentist recorded the measurements herself. It was odd, and seemingly pre-arranged.
And on the blonde side of things, a slim blonde woman walked into the dentist's office about a minute before I did. But then the perps added another blonde woman, this latter blonde was dumpy with an over-sized ass. The slim blonde woman had entered the dental cleaning technician's office by the time I got there, but the latter one was in the waiting area. Anyhow, it wasn't long before I was summoned to the dentist's chair, and I thought that it was the end of stalking blondes. My appointment finished in 30 minutes, with the slim blonde woman still getting her teeth cleaned. And while at the desk, the dumpy blonde woman returns for some reason. Possibly to stalk me as I was making a financial transaction, which was a little protracted as the dental desk assistant said I owed $54. I said it was inordinately inexpensive, and she asked me if I was on a dental plan, to which I said, no, just like last time. "Oh" she says, then you owe $275. And what was that all about, "forgetting" I wasn't on a dental plan. (I was a on a plan last year with the former employer).
Once I got to my vehicle, a three vehicle gangstalk clusterfuck broke out. A blue vehicle came in and parked ahead of me, no big deal. But the driver somehow needed to face me when he got out and not only that, he was grabbing his crotch until he closed his door and proceeded to the blood analysis clinic. Then a silver grey sedan came in and did a 180 degree turn in the parking lot between me and the blue vehicle. This vehicle had three males, aka "dubes" (for dubious ones) in it, the third in the back seat with a do-rag on. Then came a maroon red vehicle entering the parking lot, and the two latter vehicles had a Mexican stand-off when neither pretended they didn't know what to do. I was needing to depart from this same parking lot driveway, and I had to wait until this two car clusterfuck was over. Both vehicles were pointed at each other for some five seconds. Long enough for me to yell at them from inside my vehicle, and eventually they figured it out. Then I was permitted to exit the parking lot. And what was that all about, sending three vehicles over top of where I had just walked, a visual crotch grab, and this ridiculous vehicular stand off in front of me, preventing my immediate egress?
The next day's leg wax appointment wasn't so bizarre thankfully, with one Caucasian and one Phillipino on each side, and the overweight instructor, much like the last time. I suppose the perps are still working on their brown skin games, and of course, get extra mileage out of my tanned skin. The Caucasian woman was tall and large, one who I had not seen before, as the personnel rotates as this is a cosmetology training school. Anyhow, when it was all done, and I was at the payment desk, a short blonde staff woman comes to hang out, she only being 5' tall at most. I didn't think much of it, until another short woman came by a few minutes later when on an errand.
And what a forest fire they pulled yesterday, Aug. 16. While in the vineyard of my Saturday employer the hillside opposite us had burned in the night after a lightening storm, and there were remaining spot fires. It was called the Testalinden Creek fire, and this link doesn't do much for it. Here is a pic; the band of green below the fire/smoke are vineyards, and some vineyards were within 10m of the blaze, but did not get burned.
And that made for constant aircraft the entire working day, the fire retardant bombers, the helicopters and their buckets plus spotter aircraft.
Anyhow, onto getting this posted.
More pics (08-20-2015) to illustrate where the fire was and was not, and what it was like before.
Before pic, a week before from the same general location;
After delineating the fire boundary in both the two above pics in Paint, and having it disappear when inserted into this blog, I see that one has to zoom in on these photos to see where the fire was and wasn't. Basically, anything on the hill side that is blackened was burned in the Testalinden Creek fire, 08-15-2015 and continuing when I took the pics on 08-16-2015. The second pic of the above three was the S edge, and the third was the N edge, and that same hillside can be picked up in the third picture.
I was a total slack ass this week past, not even jotting down a few notes on each day to remind myself of the content, and filling it out on the Sunday.
Yesterday, it was hoeing all day, removing plant growth from underneath the vine rows. This material will end up in the tanks of the picking machine in a few weeks time unless removed. Such material is called MOG in the viticulture business, Material Other than Grapes as they term it. They like to pick at night when the grapes are cool, and there won't be any vineyard laborers then. But there are in-row cultivators they can use...
The perps are having me go very domestic at this time of year, same as the last two, making winter food preparations for the freezer. For the last two years it was preparing tomatoes by boiling them to remove the skins and then putting them in freezer boxes for salsa or soup. Said tomatoes were given to me as my former employers grew a vegetable garden but couldn't be bothered to pick the ripe produce. Ditto for the six fruit trees they had.
This year my new employer has no such irregularities, and in place of tomatoes, I have purchased 9lb of basil over the past three weekends to convert into pesto sauce and then freeze into ice cube trays, and when frozen, place into freezer boxes. All this is new to me, save the basil, which I crave by the smell alone. And of course I have no idea if this is an perp introduced "craving" or if genuine. Such is life existing in this dual universe, being mind-invaded down to the last detail.
Other low-lights of this past week, where personnel can actually touch me were a dental appointment, and a day later, a leg wax.
The dental appointment was a continuation of the prior week where I had a dental cleaning that needed extra time for gum measurements. And as the perps just LOVE me, or proximate others, taking measurements, why, it was perp heaven. The dentist was leaning over me of course, and as she was masked and with the special magnifying glasses on, there really wasn't much to see. Besides, she has a nose like e prize fighter. She was in her usual jet black long hair; the prior week she had blonde streaks in her hair, attempting to borrow from a much Favored feature. But what I could not figure out is why the dental assistant, a blonde woman in her fifties, was up to. Sometimes she was in the room putting the measurements of gum depth into the computer, and at other times wasn't., with the dentist getting peeved that she was screwing up. Then the blonde woman exited to get something, and then the dentist recorded the measurements herself. It was odd, and seemingly pre-arranged.
And on the blonde side of things, a slim blonde woman walked into the dentist's office about a minute before I did. But then the perps added another blonde woman, this latter blonde was dumpy with an over-sized ass. The slim blonde woman had entered the dental cleaning technician's office by the time I got there, but the latter one was in the waiting area. Anyhow, it wasn't long before I was summoned to the dentist's chair, and I thought that it was the end of stalking blondes. My appointment finished in 30 minutes, with the slim blonde woman still getting her teeth cleaned. And while at the desk, the dumpy blonde woman returns for some reason. Possibly to stalk me as I was making a financial transaction, which was a little protracted as the dental desk assistant said I owed $54. I said it was inordinately inexpensive, and she asked me if I was on a dental plan, to which I said, no, just like last time. "Oh" she says, then you owe $275. And what was that all about, "forgetting" I wasn't on a dental plan. (I was a on a plan last year with the former employer).
Once I got to my vehicle, a three vehicle gangstalk clusterfuck broke out. A blue vehicle came in and parked ahead of me, no big deal. But the driver somehow needed to face me when he got out and not only that, he was grabbing his crotch until he closed his door and proceeded to the blood analysis clinic. Then a silver grey sedan came in and did a 180 degree turn in the parking lot between me and the blue vehicle. This vehicle had three males, aka "dubes" (for dubious ones) in it, the third in the back seat with a do-rag on. Then came a maroon red vehicle entering the parking lot, and the two latter vehicles had a Mexican stand-off when neither pretended they didn't know what to do. I was needing to depart from this same parking lot driveway, and I had to wait until this two car clusterfuck was over. Both vehicles were pointed at each other for some five seconds. Long enough for me to yell at them from inside my vehicle, and eventually they figured it out. Then I was permitted to exit the parking lot. And what was that all about, sending three vehicles over top of where I had just walked, a visual crotch grab, and this ridiculous vehicular stand off in front of me, preventing my immediate egress?
The next day's leg wax appointment wasn't so bizarre thankfully, with one Caucasian and one Phillipino on each side, and the overweight instructor, much like the last time. I suppose the perps are still working on their brown skin games, and of course, get extra mileage out of my tanned skin. The Caucasian woman was tall and large, one who I had not seen before, as the personnel rotates as this is a cosmetology training school. Anyhow, when it was all done, and I was at the payment desk, a short blonde staff woman comes to hang out, she only being 5' tall at most. I didn't think much of it, until another short woman came by a few minutes later when on an errand.
And what a forest fire they pulled yesterday, Aug. 16. While in the vineyard of my Saturday employer the hillside opposite us had burned in the night after a lightening storm, and there were remaining spot fires. It was called the Testalinden Creek fire, and this link doesn't do much for it. Here is a pic; the band of green below the fire/smoke are vineyards, and some vineyards were within 10m of the blaze, but did not get burned.
And that made for constant aircraft the entire working day, the fire retardant bombers, the helicopters and their buckets plus spotter aircraft.
Anyhow, onto getting this posted.
More pics (08-20-2015) to illustrate where the fire was and was not, and what it was like before.
Before pic, a week before from the same general location;
After delineating the fire boundary in both the two above pics in Paint, and having it disappear when inserted into this blog, I see that one has to zoom in on these photos to see where the fire was and wasn't. Basically, anything on the hill side that is blackened was burned in the Testalinden Creek fire, 08-15-2015 and continuing when I took the pics on 08-16-2015. The second pic of the above three was the S edge, and the third was the N edge, and that same hillside can be picked up in the third picture.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Fire Alarm Time
1205h
I haven't had a fire alarm for at least 10 months or more, but they pulled one this morning after I had been web surfing for some two hours. And of minor note, they forced me to have a pee before I headed out while the alarm bell was clanging in the hallway outside my apartment. They had two motorized wheel chair acts on me in the LD store while I was passing the time and not wanting to stand outside the apartment building while the fire department did their thing. The wheelchair acts were within 10' of each other, 90 degree offset, and made sure to dither in my path just ahead of me. I also got sent down the wrong aisle to compound the exposure time to the freaking wheelchair tail.
Now another one...
1240h
Back after a second fire alarm went off, though no yellow fire trucks this time. I went to the local supermarket and looked for some knick knack foods to test them out for nutritional purposes should I start daffodil bulb picking later this year. Or, at least, that was the planted rationale. And lo, if there wasn't yet another motorized wheelchair act, this time on the street after just exiting the supermarket. The theory, likely planted but has merit, is that the wheelchair acts/gangstalkers are replicating the seated position, and are in effect a
portable gangstalking emulation of what I had been doing for some two hours before the first fire alarm went off, I was seated in front of this LCD monitor, doing my regular news websurfing. And too, it might be that I loathe the sight of wheelchairs for some reason my tormentors know better than I do. Chances are they were using the same gangstalking method during the lost years of recall deletion, aged 2 to 5 y.o., and hence, have subconscious traumatization associations they cannot yet fuck with.
And the force was ready for my return to the building; a red haired woman packing a microwave (read, big magnet) wrapped up in black plastic not seeming to be concerned with the fact there was no moving going on nearby or the usual cover story. The perps have been heavy on black plastic recently; they put a huge rust stained wad of it in the first garbage can that I empty and carry around at the part time cleaning job. I suspect the rust stains might have been there for electromagnetic purposes, though it is always a mystery as to when they need these props locally, and when they don't. My 12" kitchen knife that would bleed rust if not dried immediately and it was converted to a rust free blade by some remotely applied alchemic means early in the harassment games in 2003.
And lo, after getting back after my second unplanned shopping visitation this morning, and taking off my jacket, the fire alarm went off for the third time, though only a 5 second burst. And again, once at the kitchen some minutes later, another short alarm bell burst. Can we say noisetracking?
1305h
Another fire alarm, no short burst; should I go or stay?
1408h
The alarm went on long enough to be a nuisance, so I put on my jacket and headed to the next level down when it stopped, and I returned immediately. That makes for three fire alarm durations for me to get up and head out so far today, and two short bursts. A total of five fire alarm events today, quite the fuckery. And as always, for the extended alarms, some 15 "residents" or so were gathered outside; I couldn't say I was the last out, but stopping for a PC shutdown, putting on my shoes and taking a pee gave me enough time to seriously ponder just who is actually living in this building. As mentioned in an earlier posting, the adjacent residential tower also seems bereft of a real population of residents, per fire call that was in the pictures I posted.
Time to post this I might not get back online later, and be heading out.
1545h
Not so; the phone is now conked out with no apparent cause. Internet access to the phone company is fine. So now, phone support via email just to play yet more fucking games with the assholes who have laid on the insanity extra thick already with five needless fire alarms events so far today. This is how it goes sometimes; they put on these major test days it seems. And not to mention the faux neighbor noise that has erupted as I am typing this. Earmuff time.
04-27-2009, next day
A wrap up of yesterday; the phone company didn't email back so I set off to take the bus, and lo, if it wasn't 12 minutes late when it is rarely late, and stacked with some 30 passengers, leaving one face-backward seat for me with two Unfavored freaks in front; a red-headed woman and a skinheaded male beside her. Normally, I look outside when on the bus to avoid the freaks, but it was at least three times that I was strangely compelled to look at the disgusting skinhead, a sight I particularly loathe, no matter the face. For a 1709h bus on a Sunday I would of expected maybe ten passengers, but I got the full meal deal. The alternate route bus was following as well, something they never do when N. bound, out of downtown. And for all that unplanned wait time at the bus stop, why, another minor freakshow of five clustered around, heavy on the red garments. And of course, the vehicular gangstalker show was in full force while captive at the bus stop; again, heavy on the red vehicle colors, but most often with accompanying white and silver-grey vehicles. If I don't get too messed with I will put up some pix.
I haven't had a fire alarm for at least 10 months or more, but they pulled one this morning after I had been web surfing for some two hours. And of minor note, they forced me to have a pee before I headed out while the alarm bell was clanging in the hallway outside my apartment. They had two motorized wheel chair acts on me in the LD store while I was passing the time and not wanting to stand outside the apartment building while the fire department did their thing. The wheelchair acts were within 10' of each other, 90 degree offset, and made sure to dither in my path just ahead of me. I also got sent down the wrong aisle to compound the exposure time to the freaking wheelchair tail.
Now another one...
1240h
Back after a second fire alarm went off, though no yellow fire trucks this time. I went to the local supermarket and looked for some knick knack foods to test them out for nutritional purposes should I start daffodil bulb picking later this year. Or, at least, that was the planted rationale. And lo, if there wasn't yet another motorized wheelchair act, this time on the street after just exiting the supermarket. The theory, likely planted but has merit, is that the wheelchair acts/gangstalkers are replicating the seated position, and are in effect a
portable gangstalking emulation of what I had been doing for some two hours before the first fire alarm went off, I was seated in front of this LCD monitor, doing my regular news websurfing. And too, it might be that I loathe the sight of wheelchairs for some reason my tormentors know better than I do. Chances are they were using the same gangstalking method during the lost years of recall deletion, aged 2 to 5 y.o., and hence, have subconscious traumatization associations they cannot yet fuck with.
And the force was ready for my return to the building; a red haired woman packing a microwave (read, big magnet) wrapped up in black plastic not seeming to be concerned with the fact there was no moving going on nearby or the usual cover story. The perps have been heavy on black plastic recently; they put a huge rust stained wad of it in the first garbage can that I empty and carry around at the part time cleaning job. I suspect the rust stains might have been there for electromagnetic purposes, though it is always a mystery as to when they need these props locally, and when they don't. My 12" kitchen knife that would bleed rust if not dried immediately and it was converted to a rust free blade by some remotely applied alchemic means early in the harassment games in 2003.
And lo, after getting back after my second unplanned shopping visitation this morning, and taking off my jacket, the fire alarm went off for the third time, though only a 5 second burst. And again, once at the kitchen some minutes later, another short alarm bell burst. Can we say noisetracking?
1305h
Another fire alarm, no short burst; should I go or stay?
1408h
The alarm went on long enough to be a nuisance, so I put on my jacket and headed to the next level down when it stopped, and I returned immediately. That makes for three fire alarm durations for me to get up and head out so far today, and two short bursts. A total of five fire alarm events today, quite the fuckery. And as always, for the extended alarms, some 15 "residents" or so were gathered outside; I couldn't say I was the last out, but stopping for a PC shutdown, putting on my shoes and taking a pee gave me enough time to seriously ponder just who is actually living in this building. As mentioned in an earlier posting, the adjacent residential tower also seems bereft of a real population of residents, per fire call that was in the pictures I posted.
Time to post this I might not get back online later, and be heading out.
1545h
Not so; the phone is now conked out with no apparent cause. Internet access to the phone company is fine. So now, phone support via email just to play yet more fucking games with the assholes who have laid on the insanity extra thick already with five needless fire alarms events so far today. This is how it goes sometimes; they put on these major test days it seems. And not to mention the faux neighbor noise that has erupted as I am typing this. Earmuff time.
04-27-2009, next day
A wrap up of yesterday; the phone company didn't email back so I set off to take the bus, and lo, if it wasn't 12 minutes late when it is rarely late, and stacked with some 30 passengers, leaving one face-backward seat for me with two Unfavored freaks in front; a red-headed woman and a skinheaded male beside her. Normally, I look outside when on the bus to avoid the freaks, but it was at least three times that I was strangely compelled to look at the disgusting skinhead, a sight I particularly loathe, no matter the face. For a 1709h bus on a Sunday I would of expected maybe ten passengers, but I got the full meal deal. The alternate route bus was following as well, something they never do when N. bound, out of downtown. And for all that unplanned wait time at the bus stop, why, another minor freakshow of five clustered around, heavy on the red garments. And of course, the vehicular gangstalker show was in full force while captive at the bus stop; again, heavy on the red vehicle colors, but most often with accompanying white and silver-grey vehicles. If I don't get too messed with I will put up some pix.
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