Walking the Town

02-11-2012
I got to walk about this new-to-me town, Penticton, take the bus to the tanning salon, get tanned, and then walk back. Not as bad as I imagined, though a considerable number of gangstalking vehicle clusters, with the red ones in the middle of a grey-scale colored phalanx; white, silver-grey, mid-grey and black. I suppose this vehicleless state has at least a few more weeks to run. No one has told me how to deal with the practicum in March when I will be working on a remotely sited vineyard somewhere in a 100 mile range. My mother makes out that she didn't need the vehicle all that much, no complaining from her. The ex was the one who was leading the charge, and who eventually came out to retrieve my mother's vehicle. All too curious to me, never mind the fact that my perp-abetting mother reneged on her commitment, though nothing new there.

Other perp exitement today might be over that I shaved my legs last night, and then a torso shave, the first in three days, this morning. They cannot get enough mileage out of using different razors in different places and at different intervals. Typically the torso shave is each day, but I stopped to make more time for exam study. Any alteration in my shaving cycles is such a big deal for the perps. And too, switching to a new razor blade insert is a big deal, always extra harassment and gangstalking over that too. The ambulatory gangstalking scene was muted compared to Victoria, but it just maybe representative of this town where vehicles seem to be the predominant mode of getting about.

More hijinx in the night. the perps woke me up to hear a nearby couple talking in normal tones, my N. neighbors, and every few minutes they pounded the wall and shook the place. Then back to normal talking again. Yelling at at them didn't make any difference, just like always. But as I have been through minor earthquakes since I moved here in early January, I didn't ever think that shaking the building wasn't going to stop. But at 0400h? Absurd. I am also getting zapped at the same instant the poundings occur, so it would seem the perps need more electromagnetic signature/interference from me at this same instant. Lucky me, getting zapped again.

Back to the no response job games; at least 15 vineyards have advertised and I haven't heard from any, save one, who said they hired someone else. First they sent me an email with no message in it, so I replied a day later saying that there was no message. They replied later in the day with the message about hiring someone else and that they passed my name onto another vineyard. Here we go again, these incremental games of even sending an email response with any content. First no message to then have me reply, and then again with the message. And where have I encountered this before? The last blog posting maybe?

Now the perps are ramping up their pounding and fake water-in-pipes running noises as I read of Whitney Houston's unfortunate demise a few hours ago. Now the siren noises are starting up, a big deal for a small town, and thankfully less of them than the last place. What is it about reading about someone's earthly departure that so interests the perps, and who knows, they could of arranged it.

02-12-2012
A shut-in day today (Sunday) all day. I have no idea why they force them on me, but the uncharacteristic imposed fugue is unmistakable. Saw the film, Eternal Sunshine  of the Spotless Mind, a rather irksome film for those who have had their recall deleted for real back in 1956-59. I saw the film in 2004, and didn't like the theme, and got it in a Blu-ray bulk buy two years ago. What the film doesn't go into is that one's subconscious memories are stored in other locations than the mind. And too, mentions "stalking", but not gangstalking, though does portray a white trades van with roof racks sitting outside in the street. And have I seen a lot of them in the past ten years of this insane abuse. Funny how the perps like to drop hints of their practices in films that are classed as fictional. And of course the film doesn't mention the gangstalker and harassment themes that are intended for subconcious memory evocations, in my case covered by the Unfavored and the Favored. If you don't want to read that posting, it covers military, clerical and clinical abusers of the day, and now part of the Unfavored panoply (a wide-ranging and impressive array or display) of Insane Fuckwit Gangstalkers and Abusers I get all day long.

At least four zappings so far today, always with a noise at the exact same moment, and different noises. The putative excuse is that doors are being closed, and it "somehow" creates a vibration as well as the noise and zapping. A three-way Fuckover at the same instant; EMF zapping, noise, and vibrating this suite. Their favorite moment to zap/vibrate/noise me is when they have planted some notion in mind, perhaps for the 20th time in the day, and then all of a sudden my attention is re-directed to this whole body numbing/outrage. This kind of fuckery has increased over the past month or so when I moved in, and in all likelihood will continue until the next residence is arranged, hopefully near whatever work I get.

But as this suite sits on a span over the parking lot and driveway underneath, there is boundless more fuckery in that they like to run vehicles underneath, especially loud mufflered ones. Yep, this town has about the same level of chronic and abundant poorly maintained mufflers as the last town, 10x larger. Either that, or the gurgling hot-rod/performance mufflers they like to run back and forth outside, same as the last town too.

02-13-2012
A Monday, and plenty of jerkarounds to start my day. These are often in the form of extra noise attched to what I do, the ceramic plates clattering long after I pulled one from the stack and it is not contacting anything except my hand. Other "regular" morning hassle is pulling items from my grasp, in particular the myriad crumbs that arrive the instant my back is turned.

Plus, the instructor ragging me much more than he usually does for anyone.

A vehicular rundown attempt at the hightway intersection, a tow truck coming at me, and the two finger salute didn't seem to change this sicko.

Then I was sacked when on the running treadmill at the college gym, they wouldn't let me do one mile this time, they make me physically tired and unable to continue, another never-before behavior they have imposed in the past. The dudes in the ridiculously baggy shorts were clustering around me, herding me to workout stations I wasn't intending to use. This is how it went twice per week from 2007 to 2008 as regular readers will recall. To the perps, a habit or a routine is to be fucked with and messed up, such that it isn't one any more.

Building pounding and vibrational events tonight, at least 15, and most with a simultaneous zapping.

02-14-2012
A field trip day, whole class doing two hours of pruning. Most of us had Felcos, though there were a few others. Mine had been recently sharpened with a diamond hone, and we know how exciting the perps find knife sharpening is.

I wore my two week old plastic safety glasses, ones that go over glasses. No doubt of great interest too, as to what substance I am viewing things through. In this case, plastic Rx lenses, and the polycarbonate plastic safety glasses. Exciting developments indeed, and they only got this far in ten freaking years of this insane relentless abuse.

And I got screwed on my LVT online customer account, rendered unable to update it, a long running hassle they have imposed. Back in 2002 in Seattle when the abuse was on, I would purchase magnets there, online, and have them delivered. Some came with significantly less magnetism than they should of, while others were degaussed later, after I had used them enough for perp purposes. I was assigned a customer account number then.

In 2005 I wanted to order Christmas presents for my daughter from LVT, and I couldn't update my US address to my Canadian one after the perps driving me back and jerking me out of my job in late 2002. I ended up with a new customer number. Since then, at least 5x, I have attempted to update my customer number but the online web app kept crashing or the Save wasn't working. Eventually I gave up, and as LVT had opened a then local store in 2011, and used my mother's customer's number. A few months ago, I ordered online from LVT with an express method where one doesn't need a customer number, and I didn't think anything of it. But I get a catalog in the mail with my old address and a new assigned customer number. I attempt to update my address and yet again, another glitch in online updating, the apparent cause was changing my email address and physical address at the same time, (thanks to ongoing perp fuckery detailed in this blog). After getting screwed around and not making the call for a week, I phoned LVT and got my address updated. But the real question is why is this insane abusive fuckery going on for nearly ten years and why do they keep hammering me over my customer number with LVT with such relentless bone-headed beligerence?

02-15-2012
In viticulture class, the Freak was tapping and rapping, finger flicking, head down on table surface, stank of garlic, departed for the afternoon, likely because he is getting more obnoxious, though discretely. He place a coffee between us. His bag-hat was unsightly enough, a loose toque drawn backwards and containing his even more fugly dreadlocks. But now, the perps have him removing the bag-hat for a half day at a time, and now he flicks his dreads about.

Am I the only one in the class that answers the instructor's questions; another nine classmembers  just hanging back for no seeming reason.

Parcel convergence; both at the same delivery day from differing locations/businesses. And "for some reason", there was no one at the motel office at 1300h, the delivery time, so I have to go to the PO and pickup in person. The usual scared shitless store/counter assistant was bugging me about my ID not showing the current address. Then a tail from the street came into the PO, and then out again for a block along my planned route. Brazen gangstalking in this town for some reason.

And too, it was mesh fabric day today, as there was mesh fabric items in both parcels. One mesh item was a carry bag ordered for reasons that only the perps would know, as they made me do it when I had no need for it, and another first, no planted rationalizations this time.

02-16-2012
An unexpected snowfall this morning, some 3" on the ground. No one knew it was coming as it wasn't on the weather forecast. It was a short field trip day, all 11 of us in three vehicles, and driving around to eventually find a lyre trellis system for grape vines. The tour guide wasn't there, so the instructor led a brief explanation. Everyone but me was clustered around him while I was investigating the construction, counting the catch wire pairs and the like. [I didn't hear this, but apparently the Freak asked the class at large if there was any unicorns there, in this orchard. Everyone stopped dead to ponder this, and then the Freak answered his question by saying that "there might of been unicorns there a long time ago]. Can we make the Freak out to be more idiotic than that?

Back in the class room again, the Freak suddenly reaches over and grabs my book to see if he has the pages that I do. Left to my own devices, and not being an mind-controlled slave, they would still be scraping his dreads off the ceiling

A virus invasion my my PC, when I am totally protected by the Microsoft software. oddly, it erupted immediately following an Amazon order, and we know how much the perps like to fuck my existence just before, during and after making a financial transaction, no matter if a coin operated machine, bus fare, and all the way up to writing checks and debit cards at the checkouts.

Workout room gangstalking, aka "herding" me, and planting themselves where I next intended to go.
Same as that gruesome nonstop herding at the Oak Bay Recreation center, 2007 to 2008.

Just as I want to get job applications done tonight after a near two week lull in jobs, and in advance of the weekend, why the essential Job Bank website is unavailable.

02-17-2012
A UPS delivery notice recieved yesterday, and it said the parcel would be availible for customer pickup after 1000h the next day. Next day, I walk to the office at 1600h, and the counter person said it wasn't there, and didn't seem too moved about what a fucking hassle it was. I asked for a phone number for their office and she gives me a UPS 1-800 number. I ask again so I can phone in advance and then she gives a card for their office like I asked in the first place. Why are this fucking jerkarounds going on? An operative-looking criminal was making his exit as I was looking at the exit, and there wasn't any noise of his arrival. I have seen this pose before, full stride, momentarily stopped, head down. So... a 40 minute round trip of walking totally wasted. Not to mention how this intrigue started in the first place; this is a motel and surely someone was at the front desk, as they always answer the bell when I ring it during working hours.

Another rundown attempt at the last intersection on the way back. A red trades van was coming at me while I was on the crosswalk, and the driver didnt seem too moved to either apply his brakes, or that I swore at him and gave him the finger.

More somehow-extra sensory knowledge; we went on a short local field trip that happened to border another vineyard, one at which a class member (JG) applied for a job and had an interview.
The classmate had another interview as far as I knew. As we were driving past the vineyard In the truck, the instructor pointed out to us the vineyard, and said JG had a job there. I asked if JG had done the second interview and he said yes. When back in class, the topic of JG's second interview "happened" to come up, and JG said his second interview was after class. The next day, today, JG said he got the job. Congratulations all round. Like WTF; why did the instructor say prematurely that JG go the job when he hadn't had a second interview? It must be that the whole deal was fixed, and these intrigues are shown to be what they are, pre-scripted events.

At the college workout room; I had a "need" is ask if the access cards could be drilled in the corner, and the attendant with ample cleavage was sitting at a desk while I am standing, and lo, if she didn't have a 4"x3/4" tattoo on her arm. And so while providing an over-long explanation as to where I should take my card and fo me to ask the administration, while also mentioning that one of her colleagues had drilled out a corner for a lanyard, she is waving her arm about and crossing her arm tattoo in front of her cleavage, back and forth. In other words, juxtapositioning her Favored cleavage with an very Unfavored tattoo. Who writes these dumbshit cheescake games?

02-18-2012
A Saturday. and I take the bus, the first one of the day to a mall where I get my Rx filled at the LD store. Two separate dudes were on board, one a "triple browner"; pants, jacket and hat, all differing brown shades. And lo, if the asshole doesn't tail me to locked door, and then down the length of the mall to the LD store, and into the Rx line, and when I am done, he makes conversation at the counter. Blatant tailing for sure, and all the more as most of the mall stores were closed, something the locals would of known, but not this non-local, and one who isn't getting fucked by mind-fuck emanations all the time. And how did they get on the bus in the first place when it was from the depot as the first one of the day, and I was at the first stop on its route?

A tanning session again, once per week now in this vehicle-less state. A seeming discount day, with brown cookies at the table, and a five minute "hold-up" for the one customer ahead of me. And a forced piss while there, in the washroom that is. before tanning. Once again I got ripped off for tanning cream, or are they always that expensive, $45, as I can never find them at the discount drug stores.

On my walk back I retrieved the parcel from UPS, this time they had it. But most strangely, they didn't hit me up for paying duties and taxes, something that the Victoria UPS store did faithfully. No mention of the hassles the day before though. And so, a 20 minute walk with a large brown cardboard box, a prime harassment/jerkaround event, given the perps need to get brown colors around me, not still not allowing the wearing of brown clothing after nearly ten years of this insane abusive tyranny. Inside the box from Sierra Trading Post were the snowboots I ordered, ones I really didn't need, as I was going to get them next year and had put them out of mind until an imposed "need" to score a great deal suddenly and inexplicably came over me.

02-19-2011
A viticulture quiz tomorrow, so I am in deep study mode, I won't post this until late Feb. 20, 2012
A lot of harassment first thing; could it be that I was about to use the "new" gluten-free shampoo and conditioner that has been sitting around for some five months until the old stuff ran out? Or is it that I am using the chia meal for the first time, purchased yesterday?  Or was it that I did a leg shave wtih a new razor last night? Exiciting moments in perp-world don't convey rationality by the standards of this victim or anyone else who peeks in on these ongoing atrocities.

Laundry done today; the new face clothes got laundered, and the old one too, now retired. The new ones are a faint blue-grey, so after ten years of insane abuse, the perps are moving up the color ladder, and allowing me to apply a new color to my face, and the rest of me that is usually shaved each day. The room cleaning person took one of the old face clothes "by mistake", thinking that it belonged to this motel when in fact there would be no mistaking the border on the face cloth versus the all-terry cloth and color of the standard motel issue. And I see the room cleaning person has increased their visit frequency from once per two weeks, to each week. Funny how these things change for no apparent reason, save commonality with past perp events.

The essential job website for Canada, Job Bank, has been messed up for three days. I don't know if they are going to make a clunky site into a unusable site, but one would of thought they would keep them running in parallel until the bugs were worked out. Interupting my, and others', routines is also exciting for the perps, especially with respect to work and jobs. They cannot get enough of that theme.

02-20-2012
Exam over, and not too confident of my results. A new imposed behavior has been installed; somehow becoming bored with studying, another never-before behavior. There has never been a time in my life where I studied something to the level of knowing it backwards and sideways, but given that I was still working on learning the material, and then getting bored from it, is a new and imposed behavior. Formerly, not knowing the material was sufficient incentive to keep studying, but now this level of motivation has been taken from me. Woo-ho, lower and dumber seems to be the capability trajectory my sick mind-keepers have prescribed for me.

Burn it Down

04-05-2012
The nonsense/wanton damage has begun here too, a fire at a nightclub downtown in this town of pop. 35,000. While I cannot legitimately claim that the fire is related to the perp's doing, nothing in my life is a coincidence, and this might be another. A whole lot of fires this winter all over the northern hemisphere. But at least we had above freezing weather so no icing issues. I have come to learn the perps like a good fire, and like to have me "encounter" them, once when I driving back from hiking was memorable, as the yellow Victoria firetruck was crossing the highway median as was driving nearby, when the red firetrucks of Saanich were all dispatched and visibly engaged with firefighting duties. However, that "coincidence", isn't going to make headlines anywhere. Nor is the perp propensity to have a Fuckwit flick on their lighter when on board the city bus, as a lightsource "need" for said Fuckwit to look inside a dark bag. Fucking absurd, and so was the phalanx of the Fuckwits around him, pretending that nothing out of order. But as JK Harms says (parent link here), a fire is a "time space ripper", whatever that is and whatever that buys for the psychopathically insane perp agenda.

Sparks are a differential of electric forces (charge), whereas flames are a differential of heat. In both cases, the sparks or flames are attempts by nature to seek equilibrium (seeking a zero curvature) by maximizing entropy. It follows that since flames increase entropy, so also must sparks. A spark, therefore, also decreases the Universe's local curvature. In addition, if one didn't already know that a spark can cause a flame, one might predict (knowing their relationship) that this true. Indeed, conversely, flames also occasionally may shoot sparks....

A flame is a "tear" in the fabric of space-time and closely related to a spark which is pictured as a "crack" in space-time. Both are physical separations of the grid-like quantum foam structure, revealing hyperspace.

And too, he mentions explosions in the above link, and my, we have had plenty of those worldwide since my overt harssment began in 04-2002. And all those Fuckwits (ostensibly patients) were doing strange slow walking backwards from the TV (read magnetic field from a CRT TV), when I was illegally incarcerated at the hospital back then too. The topical content at the time was the Iraq war onset and it just might be that the two events were timed together. If they had been covertly surveillling and scripting my life for 47 years as it was then, and overtly abusing me for another ten so far, they aren't going to let this fish go until the abuse agenda has run to the max.

What is with the college library that they cannot give me the usual courtesy notices for everyone else. I am talking about the till-tape like piece of paper that lists the books I just signed out. The first four times I didn`t get any till-tape and no explanation as to why not, and then the fifth time I didn`t, but when moving the borrowed books on my desk back in my suite, why, there it is. Not only listing the books I just took out, but a current update on all my borrowed books from prior visitations. These incremental notices or procedures of finding out the basics just astounds me as to who would arrange this level of micro-managed hell, let alone get the library staff in on the gig.

02-07-2012
The ex on my mother's behalf (though, she didn`t indicate as much) was to arrive at 0930h today, get the keys hidden on the vehicle and drive it back to my mothers`to Victoria, BC. But the vehicle was still here when I finished classes and no phone message or email to tell me what is going on. So... the perps wanted the keys to sit over the filler cap for all day, have me pick them up in the afternoon and then keep them in my pocket, where they are now. And how many times have I mentioned the perp imperative over petroleum fuels, gangstalking me with fuel tankers no less, over 3x/week or more. and it just might be that oil spills have their fingerprints on them too. A local watershed suffered a fuel tanker spill last year, and one can be sure that anything doesn't move in Victoria, BC unless is is sanctioned by the Psychopathic Confederacy. And likely here too, with another run of retards around me at the lunch table, bringing them in just for the event, and then a second one came in just as I was leaving, the building egress gangstalking games again.

AS it happened (har, har), the ex finally sent me an email, and she couldn't get into Pentiction.
An later attempt was coming later via Kelowna, but the flight couldn't make it there, so now back in Vancouver. Someone wants her winging overhead while I am here on the ground. Surely they could have her sent in a private airplane and try all of this without my knowledge?

Then this nonsense over the gym-weight room key access card was too strange. I retrieve it from the person at the weight room counter who doesn`t inform as to how to use it. So when I wave it in front of the lock and it doesn`t work. I go back to the dude who gave it to me, and he explains it has to be initialized on a card reader some 30`away on the outside of the doors to outside the building. I attempt to do this and it still doesn`t work, so I tell the dude who now deigns to get off his butt and outside of the room with the counter. At this point a woman comes along with the same problem and the three of us go to the card reader. Her card works, mine doesn`t and the dude tells me he will let me in and will try to `fix the card` himself. No problem, he puts it back in the box of cards that are to be picked up.

I come back to the gym-weight room two days later and a woman is there, and I ask her for my card, and she gives it to me. After dressing for the weight room, I find the card does not open the door again. I tell her that the card had already been initialized, but she said it has to be done each day I want to use it. A first in my experience, updating an access card every day. I go to the card scanner outside the building doors, and it beeps and cheeps with green flashing lights to tell me the card had been initialized. So I use it, and it works. Like WTF; the dude doesn`t tell me that the card needs to be initialized, and when it doesn`t work he makes some BS up about ``fixing it`, when in fact it has to be scanned each day that I want to use it, there is no semester-long access settings on this type of access card. So this fucking dude not only witheld vital information on how to first use the card, but made some patent BS up as to how or when to scan it, saying that he could fix it. Yet again, this incremental exposure to the gym card functionality along with prevarications as to how to use it. And also having me handle the card and then surrender it for a few days. Exciting moments in perp research, now nearly ten years long.

02-08-2012
My turn to get testy in class so to speak; getting docked marks for using big words (microfauna and macrofauna) that weren't in the course book. Well, they were, someone looked for me and so I got the marks. Seeing the near exact same thing happened in the other course, I cannot imagine it to be anything less than arranged. Especially when everyone else goes quiet, pretending not to have the same problem. But on the previous quiz two others near me, and whom I regularly see at lunch, they got burned by misinterpreted questions that the instructor wasn`t being fair about.

A negro male at the next lunch table, doing his converstation standing up for some curious reason when he was beside an empty chair. Also, the retards were busy fluxing around according to some unseen command. All the Unfavoreds, from them to the shiftless dudes like to hang behind the babe in the course who I regularly share lunch with, and two more males arrive thereafter. The same drill, just different males, but not the freaks.

And what is with the MEC site? Down on the day I was to execute my order that was sitting in the Shopping Cart (yesterday), but up today, and after re-jigging the order (and finding a lower priced substitute item that somehow didn't show up the first time), why, the Proceed to Checkout button is missing and another one not working. Eventually, as I waved the mouse over the bottom corner of the dialog box, why, the mouse pointer hand symbol pops up, signifying a missing button/selection on the screen, which turns out to be the checkout. Just like the Amazon site as I get to see it; hidden functionality by way of unseen buttons

A half day presentation from FARSHA,, the Farm And Ranch Safety Association. Only in my fourth year of farming work (2011) did I know that they existed. Even then, they spoke with the Mexicans with a translator, and didn't speak to us locals. Today, I got to find out what they do for farmworker safety, and wasn't allowed to mention this lapse in class. Funny how this bullshit happens, these incremental exposures to persons, agencies or even the gym.

On the heels of making an online order, I then was ten minutes into studying, then a two hour forced nap when I wasn't tired. The phone awakened me and a 20 minute call from the farmworker colleague who won't go away (lives in Victoria and is taking a horticulture course). And too, she dropping the "John, dear" line was too cute. Get it; John Deere tractors are topical for me these days, when in the viticulture class. I felt totally out of it, coming off a major nap, then into a phone call at some length. And of course, she hitting on the usual perp interest topics-themes, like getting work (or not), who to apply to, would I consider working in other countries (what a joke, for a farmworker), then more useless suggestions as to who I could phone, etc. Fucking tiresome this obviously feigned friendliness.

No more vehicle at my disposal; the ex flew up and retrieved it today. In-town brother with his unused and reliable vehicle at his disposal with access to two more that he prefers, didn't change his tune any, even if he did return from five weeks away in Thailand with his sort-of girlfriend who lives in his house.

02-09-2012
The final vitculture exam tomorrow morning, so I must get on with studying after last evening`s two lost hours. I saw that yet more retards were populated around me at lunch, and one dogging me on my way to the can, arranged to be in my way. What is with is bullshit. And why the Greyhound buses and a van hounding my ass? Was it because the ex took the Greyhound from Kelowna to Penticton when she picked up the car yesterday? No idea.

What's with my classmate`s coordinated males arriving together from an unusual direction at lunch time? I was seated at the table and the class babe (40-ish, married) was opposite, with the usual parade of freaks, Unfavoreds and aforementioned retards coursing around behind her, when the two male classmates both decided (har, har) to take he long way around together and immediately arrive at the same instant, one on my right, the other on my left. I could swear they teleported in from 100' away, or else had incredible coordination to arrive simultaneously. I didn`t see them coming through the normal shorter route where I was looking, nor did I hear them coming, they each arrived at the same instant, one on each side of me. Like WTF; I have never seen something so casual be so contrived before, so either someone fucked me out of seeing or hearing them arrive, even if it was from behind me, or else they teleported in. But as the perps routinely arrange seeming diparate males (sometimes injecting a woman into the mix), to be converging on me when in public areas, or have them four and five abreast for some curious reason, I shouldn`t be so surprised at this unusual arrival behavior of my male classmates.

Plenty of plasmic spatter today, often yellow colored between me and the instructor, he not letting on that he saw any, ditto for everyone else. And more beserk road traffic congestion today, like yesterday, when returning to find aforesaid vehicle gone.

02-10-2012
The viticulture final exam was duly written, 1.5 hours, but not the first to leave by any means as the perps were busy screwing me around as to what I recalled, study, or rarely, didn't. The instructor indicated a pub meet/lunch afterwards, and I first did a 30 min. workout at the college weight room, and then walked it to the pub. I asked the instructor if the pub was on Westminister, as I am walking everywhere now, and he said it was. So I walked there, and no it wasn't, but not very far away on Eckhardt/Hwy 97. Why is it that I ask the most direct questions and get fucked around so often, as in getting a totally wrong answer. He has lived here for two years, and I for one month, and he cannot tell me where the KVR pub is; like WTF?

And it wasn't enough to have a skinhead in the class at the table, a nice guy for the little that I know him. But no, there he was at the table with my classmates, and lo, if two more skinhead males weren't stationed around this table, one in direct line of sight. Then a babe with a leg in a plastic cast was at the next table with a dude, and later they added a younger woman with puffy cheeks and forehead to sit behind someone else at the table. She had jet black hair, and wasn't terribly attractive, but sure enough, the perps made sure that I viewed her plenty more than I would of done myself, effectively bounded between two males from my class, though she was 10' further back. And how often have I mentioned these "boundings", putting the featured person, babe (Favored) or freak (Unfavored), between two other persons who are much closer, (this time two that I know), and have a narrow viewing window between them. (Question marks are screwed up still). More times than I recall, though I don`t see a convenient label for this long running perp arrangement stunt.

I shall post this now (Friday, Feb. 10, 2012), even if a weekend to go, as I cannot predict if I will get to it. Nothing too exciting is planned, and that includes decoding the bus routes and taking one to the tanning salon. Vanity was never my thing, but is now.