Labor Day

09-03-2018
Labor Day here, or more accurately, Labour Day. A mellow one too, after getting a hike in yesterday, though not a taxing one. What was taxing was a trip to the SOF supermarket and enduring the gangstalking hordes. In particular was the obstruction fuckery, as they laid it on thick. Obstructing the avocadoes seemed to be a big deal, and too, the shrink wrap. Three times I wanted to get to the avocadoes, and a Fuckwit had arrived ahead of me, and was obviously lingering there, and fondling the fruit for some obscure reason, and not selecting any. Kind of like "warm ups", where the Fuckwit does the same thing in advance of me at the same location I intend to, but doesn't go all the way and put the items in their shopping basket. I don't think I have a name for this variant (fruit fondling in advance of the victim selecting the same fruit items for purchase), though I have reported the arrivals of the Fuckwits just ahead of me for "just standing there" duty, aka obstruction.

Then, with a 5 minute interval for waiting (shopping elsewhere) for the apparently pondering woman Fuckwit to stop obstructing the shrink wrap section, she was still there, pondering. Finally she cleared out and I got the new 152m size and got out of there. I just don't know what it is about shrink wrap that so obsesses the perps, but in retrospect I should of not of been surprised. I suppose the former 90m size (plenty enough) got too tired for the perps, and they had it removed from the inventory and now it is a 152m for $4. I am quite convinced they control a lot of product packaging to create small variances in whatever energetic properties that confers among their test subjects. (Which by extension, could be all of us).

The Fuckwits were also on my ass when I entered the store, a Fuckwit pinch-in, with them coming at me and attempting to get closer to me together from different directions. Just what is it about the assholes they need to close in on me in public all the time?

And before the masers got too invasive I was reading a book outside when it was sunnier. And just what is it about this particular single engine aircraft that it needs to make 8 noisy passes overhead over a 1.5 hour duration? Add in the HD motorcycle noise next door, the lawnmower and a few others, and lo, we have a noisescape of successive internal combustion noise sources while reading a book. And not to forget, the intake of knowledge is a big deal for the assholes, a highly stalkable moment in victim harassment.

The fuzzy maser balls arrived in increasing numbers while reading my book, eventually pairing up in parallel and delineating the line I was reading at that very moment, and then following me in bounding the next line down when I read on. After a minute of that, I gave up and put the book down.

A week of work without interruptions (doctor's appointments, workplace shutdown etc.) last week, and of course, with 400 guys on the job, plenty of opportunity to plant Fuckwits upon me. The most obvious was when I was handling pallets, another special "need" for them to send in hordes of dudes, often in file (6 or 8), just as I turn a corner (another perp "special moment") with the pallet when carrying it to the elevator to dispose of it. I also get lots of unexpected help with pallet loading and handling from dudes I don't even know.

I went to the Dream Cafe for a show on Friday, Aug. 31. A good show, and I was placed in the front row, 8' from the performers. And not the usual stare-at-me event from the performers, save the one time the female singer was bending over to look at her gear sideways and shot me a look just as I was looking at her. I have had this kind of "coincidental stare" events before, even before all this shit rained down on me in 04-2002, though in this instance it was difficult to tell if it was orchestrated. But as it "happens" just about every time, I doubt that it was a random event, even if I was close to the stage.

09-05-2018
A visit to the sleep doctor, who also "happened" to be a shrink for crissakes. I hadn't met this doctor before, and most of the discussion was around my disrupted sleep that began  01-2018. On the occasion that the consult did veer into ADD and dopamine, she seemed so flaccid and terse and disinclined to tell me anything. And she even suggested that I was "focused" on it, though not over-focused (which would of pissed me off). I also thought it was absurd that she suggested "non-medical interventions for ADD" (but I did not challenge her on this one). She referred me for a sleep study after a brief in-mouth examination, and it was me who had to ask her whether I should be taking my ADD medications or not at that time to facilitate sleep for the study.

Chalk another one up for finding yet another weird shrink, this one inadvertently. In 22 years of attempting to get my ADD professionally attended to, the count is now 3 normal (helpful and progressive) shrinks to 11 weird shrinks (obstructive idiots who somehow "failed" to marshal all the facts, as well as ask the appropriate diagnostic questions). On the face of it, that's a 79% failure rate to diagnose the obvious, never mind the ones that got it totally wrong and jerked me around, assuming they weren't being directed to do so. And too, never mind that I told them what the diagnosis was, and why, and I still got blown off. Never has a medical specialty failed so miserably for so long to such a trail of living human wreckage. Bring on brain scans and more science to back it up, and dump that DSM committee bullshit at once, and by extension, all the downstream poseurs.

And just to think, that the psychiatric (sic) medical specialty, (I am loathe to use the word "profession" in this instance) got it totally wrong starting with Dr. Haslam who imposed a psychosis (or like) diagnosis on the twice declared sane, James Tilley Matthews in 1797 who died while incarcerated for a condition he didn't have in 1814. What was the real situation? He was a TI victim! Read the book, "The Air Loom Gang", since renamed to a prejudgmental "A Visionary Madness"  by Mike Jay. To have over 200 years of advance planning to pollute and discredit a medical specialty takes a lot of planning IMHO.

09-06-2018
Friday, and a work day at the construction site, with a mixed up start. I had a fasting blood test to do, which meant going into the lab at opening time, 0800h after having no breakfast. But as work begins at 0700h I figured I would go into work until 0900h, take the usual 30 min. morning break by going to the lab, and then go back to work. And all too often, "elaborate" plans get blown up; the boss man wasn't to be found for 20 minutes, and when I did find him, he obviously didn't have enough for me to do as he was distracted by other issues. I proposed to go to the lab and get the test done, and come back. However, while on the construction site and before I departed the seeming gangstalking workers were all over my ass, especially at every door and/or turn I made. Like WTF; who told them I was fasting and to turn on the gangstalking all the more?

And when I arrived at the lab, I parked in an adjacent public parking lot that was empty, about 50 stalls. And lo, when I get back, why, two same colored blood red vehicles parked on either side of mine. Well done; going to the blood lab can initiate (somehow) the strangest of events. Related to this, was that there were only two other patients, when past experience was there would be at least 10-12 at this particular time for the blood test lab (other fasting patients).

09-07-2018
Will the PTB (Powers That Be) continue to harass innocent citizens, especially if they have ADD? Why of course, and a long read is at this link, written by a medical student who was run out of Dalhousie University in the last months of his physician medical training. I have no claim to being harassed by universities while there (long ago in my case), but it seems plain to me that someone decided that they didn't want him as a future physician and set up the scenario whereby he got hit with a low grade on his residency by a cooperating doctor, which then precipitated the student's formal complaint to the university administration, and then the gloves were off. But re-casting ADD into "delusional disorder" by the administratively appointed shrink is a familiar practice to me. The student, a Canadian, ultimately relocating to Ecuador. And so it goes; the Fates decided you aren't one of them, and will run you out of town (or your chosen profession).

09-08-2018
I am getting dithered to be slack and less attentive to this blog that I have been over the past two months, and am wondering what (more like who) has come over me. Or more accurately, who is doing this and what does it portend, and what is the next chapter in all of this?

And I have spent many hours over recent weeks pondering this question, as it "happens" they are having me "forget" more often, and especially that now infuriating process of getting out the door. (The door to outside, usually when headed to work or on errands). It is plain that no end of things "go wrong" at that juncture from broken shoe laces, to discovering new marks and tears on my clothing, and of course the long running, and now much more frequent forced "forgets", usually after I have passed through the gate at least (20' away), and then remember something I intended to bring on my way to the vehicle. My read on this has always been that I am transitioning from one energetic situation (inside my residence) to a different one, outside, transiting lawn, gravel and asphalt to get to my parked vehicle in the lane on the other side of the fence (45' in all). That I meet gangstalkers passing by with great frequency in the lane before I get into my vehicle hasn't gone unnoticed, usually with the dog walking excuse, which gets them more dwell time. The Psychopaths even put an ambulance on, "happening" to pass through this back lane when I was at my vehicle when they never do, save emergencies, which wasn't the case. I have long complained of "ambulance chasing", as in prominent vehicular gangstalking, but sending one down a back lane takes the cake as far as over-obvious orchestration goes.

Transiting the said lawn from my residence to the gate has also taken on a new dimension, with the underground sprinkler head failing to do its usual full 360 degree duty, and the landlord not doing anything about it, curiously. I end up walking over lawn that is irrigated from the sprinkler head, and now, a portion of lawn where it has "failed". (It was uniformly irrigated until 06-2018). Given that the sprinkler was installed in my walking path last year, it is most odd that it has now partially failed. But given my perp abetting mother's erratic sprinkler systems at her place, and the perp's long standing interest in water supply, which pipes, what materials, what sprinkler heads, faucet valve types their materials etc., having a malfunctioning sprinkler head, and unevenly irrigated lawn that I traverse daily isn't too much of a surprise to me.

Anyhow, my recall dithering has been slightly escalated of late, and not just when exiting my residence. Even when removing items from the fridge I get temporarily dithered and wonder what on earth caused such a momentary notion loss. And to complement that, I am now getting plenty of planted notions on what it will be like to be older; impaired mobility, cognitive function etc. I don't know and I don't want to go there, but it seems that geriatric diminution of one's faculties is the next long playing take-down here in Perplandia. As to how to duck this one I have no idea, as any effort on my part can be readily thwarted, by of course, more things "going wrong".

More on the increased masers (coherent magnetic radiation), those (usually) fuzzy or filamentous black blobs that keep erupting at every turn, even if I were to make a decision, even the most pedantic choice, say over which item I would purchase in a grocery store. ( I mentioned above the fuzzy ball masers bouncing along in pairs, above and below the very line of text I am reading in a book, tracking the very words I read at the very same reading speed as me). How does one get more obviously invasive than that?

And too, it would seem the perps are at it with packaging changes for the very same item inside the package, in this case, the wart remover that I was forced to purchase yet again. (The fourth time in succession). I got rid of a R foot wart last year, and decided to take on the L foot one that suddenly (yes) arrived 04-2002, the day they invaded my apartment in Seattle and initiated this onset of terror and abuse (perp beserkness) that I still report on 16 years later. Just when the latter wart is about cured, why, the perps spring another plantar wart on a toe on my R foot, necessitating another fucking round of wart treatment. But this time, they changed the packaging for this relatively obscure product. They simply cannot have enough to do, or else they are so mired in contingent energetic interaction research they cannot pull their collective head from their ass. Ergo, this picture of the packaging differences.

Anyhow, enough of this protracted slackness, and to get this one posted for the past two weeks or so.

Wait Time

12-04-2017
A unusually busy morning of text messages and the landlady too, coming by again to tell me about the heat pump repair guy and the gate arrangements. Said repair guy is now 2.5 hours late. Which owing to my timing of getting up, and the impending repair guy coming, meant that I had breakfast, and then didn't take a shower or shave as he was about to arrive, per appointment. And of course, in the goings on not of my making, there is intense interest in my shaving and any other application of cutting blades, from preparing food, sharpening pruner blades and other cutting tools. Funny how I get a flurry of text messages at times, as normally I would get only two a week.

Now 1730h, and no repair guy. Just to think I got frozen in place waiting for him. All too inconvenient that the landlords took off today, so I have no direct communication with this person. A few things didn't get done today because of this, but nothing infuriating.

Yoga... a UK accent dude yapping at the front desk the whole time I changed, readied myself for class. Then he took off, when it seemed he was asking questions about yoga and was about to join the class. The perps like to plant UK accented male banter around me, which I consider part of the Unfavored show they like to arrange. Right up there with Scottish accents, the odd German accent, and too, vehicles with deep tinted windows, and the collection of clinical themes, white coats, wheelchairs, stretchers etc. The past six weeks of M-F hospital visitations for radiotherapy brought on plenty of the latter examples, and I am glad that is over for that very reason. Otherwise, it was all females apart from me.

12-05-2017
A day out in the vineyard, and I even had a co-worker today, and got to talk lots and share the gossip about vineyards and wineries. I hadn't seen my co-worker for a year, so there was lots to catch up on; new owners causing family dysfunctions, past employers loosing their faculties, winery CEO's getting turfed etc.

Two quotes on coincidence I like:

"Coincidence is the word we use when we can't see the levers and pulleys."
- Emma Bull

"Coincidence is best regarded as a crack in time, a gap in time's narrative that requires filling in, elaboration. You see, when the entire story is laid before you the concept of coincidence simply vanishes and understanding takes its place."
- Eamonn Gabriel

Though the second is a little presumptive or broadly elliptical, unless one  envisions a darker manipulative world where the puppet masters remain hidden. For all the arranged coincidences I have experienced, I have yet to attain understanding, before or after the perps went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002. My ex was obviously in on my being a perp pawn, a nonconsensual human experimentation subject, a naive one in those days. She had some workplace friends I liked, but among them there seemed to be a common understanding, one that invoked mirth among them though they never shared the reason, and in particular once, it was about the statement:

 "there are no coincidences, just lessons that one hasn't learned yet".

I thought the statement was a little obscure, and again, they never choose to explain their belief system around it. So what is it about arranged coincidences that serves the perps purpose?

Dr. John Lily, no stranger to some darker forces, though I doubt he was a decision maker in this respect, but an highly intelligent investigator who at least served the greater purpose with his LSD and ketamine use, often in isolation tanks.He had this to say about coincidences;

 To all humans
If you wish to control coincidences in your own life on the planet Earth, we will cooperate and determine those coincidences for you under the following conditions:

    1) You must know/assume/simulate our existence in ECCO
    2) You must be willing to accept our responsibility for control of your coincidences.
    3) You must exert your best capabilities for your survival programs and your own development as an advancing/advanced member of ECCO's earthside corps of controlled coincidence workers. You are expected to use your best intelligence in this service
    4) You are expected to expect the unexpected every minute, every hour of every day and of every night.
    5) You must be able to maintain conscious/thinking/ reasoning no matter what events we arrange to happen to you. Some of these events will seem catachlysmic/catastrophic/overwhelming: remember stay aware, no matter what happens/apparently happens to you.
    6) You are in our training program for life: there is no escape from it. We (not you ) control the long-term coincidences; you (not we) control the shorter-term coincidences by your own efforts.
    7) Your major mission on earth is to discover/create that which we do to control the long-term coincidence patterns: you are being trained on Earth to do this job.
    8) When your mission on planet Earth is completed, you will no longer be required to remain/return there.

12-06-2017
Another day in the vineyard, and a bigger crew today. The perps made me late, in a classic move, everyone was there, and I was late. I got there at 0800h at the gate, but I assume, every one came early and went in. No end of early-late games went on this past summer at this same vineyard when I worked with a crew of six. The perps like to either have me arrive early when no one else is there, or in today's instance, arrive late when everyone else is there. This stunt is most prevalent when a larger body of personnel arrive for the first time.

12-08-2017
Another day in the vineyard, on a cane collection project. It was cold, about 1C all day, and the ground was frozen. I felt nauseous all day today, but managed to get my lunch down OK; it is just a generalized feeling, and doesn't seem gut related. As the sun went down at about 1500h, and we had another hour to work, I felt really grim. Though by the vehicular gangstalking and the extensive headlight show on my way back, yesterday and today, I assume they were ready for me. They even put a ladder-mobile in front of me, even leading me down the last 50m going down the lane. These ladder bearing vehicles have erupted in such a profusion since they took me down in 04-2002, and of late, there seems to be a vehicular escalation of everything, lights, ladders, trailers, towed vehicles etc.

Later in the evening I felt hot, took my temperature, and it was 37.6C (normal is 37.0C). My new "normal" for the past year has been 36.4C, so this was a 1.3C difference, which is significant for body temperature. I took a tylenol in typical conventional medical practice of symptom suppression, and called it a night. And I even got to sleep within 10 minutes, a rarity, as it usually takes an hour or more. I sure wish I knew what is ailing me in conventional terms, though while being kept in this rabbit hole, it could be anything. The phrase, "what have you done to me now?" is deployed at least a half dozen times a day. Usually the more persistent issues beg for a conventional result, though after going through no end hoops and obstructive clinicians to find the right solution. After the (so far) futile game of attempting to get dopamine accepted as a hormone, and that low dopamine just might be the source of my many health issues, (backed up with test results, and research literature) I don't feel prepossessed to complain about an acute dopamine deficiency. Besides, I have no information to back up the latter claim. I suppose I should look it up on Google and all that, all to start another round of futility

12-10-2017
Sometimes I have to scream at the perps just to type the date out, above date a case in point. They put me through 5 typos before it could be done correctly. I have been keyboarding for over 40 years, so I cannot see any other explanation, which also fits with the fact that my fingers seem have always been guided by a foreign hand at times. As if lifetime ADD wasn't enough; then the hounds of cognitive disruption then descend on one to make matters all the worse. Then they obstruct medical care to deal with the ADD issue. Welcome to hell on earth, in the guise of freedom.

Another reason to scream at the assholes was last night while playing Frida, a film I have seen some 5x, the most watched film I know. I saw it twice at the cinema, and bought the DVD new and  played 2-3x more at home. I put it on last night, and lo, if the assholes didn't fuck me over some 1.5 hours into the 2:09h long film. I could not navigate around it in any fashion, not even chapter hopping. It just plain jammed up. I don't see any other explanation except that it got sabotaged, bought new and played infrequently.

Perhaps it was a sign the perps want me to go to digital storage of my films, as in digital files instead of on disc, though I probably have about a dozen movies. Back about 1992, my vinyl records somehow took on a strange warp that made them unplayable. I looked after the records and made sure they were in a cool place and out of sunlight, and yet "somehow" they warped laterally. That is, the warp would flick the stylus L or R, not up or down, and this problem was through all my records. I could never figure out how it happened, and was sufficiently pissed with the vinyl audio format that I went to CD's. And since the harassment began in 2002, I learned that the perp assholes like to change up the source of my media; from vinyl, tape, to CD, DVD and in the case of music, digital audio files which I use mostly at home. I use CD's in my vehicle.

And I do see some scanned photographs that have gone missing on my PC, all being family photographs from the 1950's. I know that I am the only TI complaining about missing TI's.

So far, they haven't screwed me out of books and paper, but who knows what is coming next. There was one woman from NZ on the vineyard crew who read "books" on an electronic reader during our 45min lunch breaks, some of them the same as what I was reading in paperback. (I would give her book suggestions, and she would get them in digital files). I also gave her a hardback book, again after recommending it, as it was a novel that was "accidentally" sent to me from Amazon when I definitely did not order it. (As it "happened", this woman went on a three week holiday that covered at least 6 locations I had lived in or visited in eastern BC, northern WA state and Alberta. An astonishing coincidence that she could of picked such a road trip that covered so many of my road trips IMHO).

I call this the perp's information source imperative, though there are so many perp themes, objectives and imperatives that I have almost given up keeping track. But it does make me wonder, this digital realm of our collective culture, and ponder if it might not be a set up to make it go poof through some kind of great EMF purge. And I also wonder about the great sackings of libraries of the day, Carthage and Alexandria, some 1.5 million volumes in total, just wiped out by the military thuggery of the day. An astonishing list of destroyed libraries is here at Wikipedia. Even Canada gets a mention for 2013, when the Fisheries and Oceans library was only 6% digitized and the rest of the documents and maps were heaved out. Well done, and not a freaking word of this was public at the time.

Not too different that the antiquities the US forces allowed to be raided in Iraq, but first blowing open the doors of the museum and then standing around allowing the locals to raid it. This was long after the US high command was warned about this possibility by US based archeologists and other experts, who gave specific advice on that particular building, the value of the artifacts, and the extent of the collection. Apparently Rumsfeld and company had a good laugh when the museum was raided and trashed. Well done, more antiquities trashed, and not too different than the Romans was it?

Enough for the week and to get this posted.

Eye Exam

12-13-2016
A visit to the optometrist this morning; more lens is power needed, my astigmatism has increased. Retina health looks good. New lenses, and of course, more expenses on that one. Having me touch those instruments, putting one's chin in the rest and looking at objects with one eye, then the other, is straight out of the perp vision testing script. And plenty of male stalkers for some reason, and they even put on a fugly dread-locked negro for crissakes. It is always a sign that the stalking scene is getting intense, putting on the rare negro (and no corrective lenses on him).

This has been one expensive year with car repairs coming at me, then the supplement circus (=expense) was amped up big time when they hit me with prostate cancer in June. And to finish the year off (still two weeks to go though), this financial hit on corrective lenses, another perp stunt IMHO. And I am sure they loved the eye tests too, especially the one that tests peripheral vision, the one where the flashing bars show up on various points of the screen (for each eye) with varied timing. I am sure the ersatz stalker and stunts to test my peripheral vision exceed 500/year, now 14.5 years running.

I asked the optometrist about dopamine in the retina, being that I am on a dopamine research kick of late (for genuine related health reasons), and have a deficiency in the form of ADD. She didn't know anything about it, and then looked it up on her cell phone for crissakes. I think I have had enough cell phone stalking, but the perps don't think so. Getting information on a lighted color display in my proximity is interesting enough for them, and then add in the EMF signals supporting said information retrieval and it is perp paradise as far as victim harassment goes. In fairness, though, the average schmo looking up internet retrieval on the internet on their phone would not sense any greater plan or harassment as such.

Then afterward I got "stupidized", sending off my dopamine pee samples from yesterday without tracking, all to save $10 on postage. I paid $220 for the test, and if it doesn't make it to the lab in 30 days (pre-Christmas time volumes, note), then the pee samples will be rejected. And it takes a day in advance to change up the diet, and then a day for the testing. How fucking stupid was it to send the test kit off without tracking? I can thank the perps for that, considering that they manage every thought  and notion. Never mind that I cannot expect that anything can ever go right in this managed hell of sabotage at every turn, from finger coordination, personal health, job productivity and all other general function. Things go wrong at 100x normal since the onset of this imposed abuse-athon since 04-2002. And "somehow" I "forgot" that history too.

I am not allowed to turn anything off or on without it going wrong somehow; buttons don't work, my hand slips off the switch, my hand somehow turns the switch on then off etc. And passing through a doorway or a gate is also a big deal for the perp assholes; they constantly force me back to get things I "forgot", have objects fall from my hands at the door, make the lock or door difficult to open, or otherwise piss me off during this most pedantic function. It is hell on earth, and no way out. From long ago, they can alter the physical properties of pills so they stick in your mouth and won't go down, and dynamically mess with swallowing too. A knife thrust at one's wrist hits an invisible force field and stops without conventional cause. (Or else they control my arm and wrist and stop it that way (though it doesn't seem that way), exactly opposing my intention).

What is with the 100+ view increase per posting since June? Normally I get 40 to 80 per posting, now I get 160 to 210. I don't think I can thank the Russians or Poles this time, or at least not now, as the Google stats indicate most of my latest views come from the USA. Anyhow, not a big deal, as the Comments remain negligible, and the perps just love to spoof and otherwise sabotage productivity statistics.

An outing after sitting at home listening to music that I like (=dopamine increase), I set off at 1530h, about the time the sun sets now, mountains and all. What a gangstalking scene; extra trains of traffic, clusterfucking me at every turn, (even a 60' tractor trailer in residential streets), not using turn signals (them), and packing the parking lot at the tanning salon. No other customers there, and still the attendant had to check the bed to see that it was clean. Another senseless delay, as she knew I was coming 10 min. ahead of time. And then to top it off, she "forgot" to reset the lamp switch, so I had to get up and open the door and call out, skyclad of course. She never forgets, so what is the deal? When departing she makes out that she often forgets. Like WTF.  Another holy vehicular cluster fuck when departing, forcing me to be transverse to the lane at a red light, which could of been ameliorated had the driver in front pulled ahead, but as they were doing their "sit back" thing, they didn't budge. The "sit back" driving behavior erupted in 2003 when they let me drive again after the illegal incarceration, where waiting at traffic lights the vehicles sit back 1.5 car lengths behind the vehicle in front. Except me of course, I haven't bought into the group think/stalk behaviors, and constantly ponder why this is mass inanity is going on.

Then stopping at Staples to find that inkjet cartridges went up 50%, so screw that, I will try one of those recycler places again. Though in the past, their stuff didn't work. So who knows, in the Fuckover-fraught hassles of printing and ink, this might be another round where they need to test recycled ink, now 5 years later. I had my usual stalker in the parking lot, the Fuckwit getting out of his parked vehicle just to tail me in, with another to take over once I got inside. Tag team gangstalking is nothing new, as is the obvious aforementioned Fuckwit sitting a parked car who then "decides" to tail me when I exit my car. Then a dithering dipshit at the exit between the two sets of doors, the pondering-the-reciept act; been there, done that. Said Fuckwit pulled it together to then advance-stalk me out of the doors and into the parking lot. What is it with the Fuckwit dress code of wearing a red jacket and medium brown pants?

I had one such dressed stalking Fuckwit stalk me for four encounters in one store last week, and then I depart to make a rare visit to Walmart, getting skunked. Then I go to an alternative store to find the same item, and lo, if the same red-jacket-with-brown-pants Fuckwit wasn't there again. Too many coincidences, and all the more noticeable with these fugly get ups.

And lo, if the boom truck boys weren't in the alley when I came to park; they have been putting up cable on the nearby service posts all day, and lo, if they didn't happen to be now situated around my usual parking spot. And lo, if the accompanying pickup truck wasn't full of cardboard boxes, presumably containing the parts they are connecting to the lines above. And too, perhaps this is the warm up for me to change my internet service in the next few months, and to provide more close up advance exposure to the boom truck, cable and the parts in brown cardboard boxes. Strange that they were working in the near dark at 1630h. Or is it a warm up as my mother wants me to "help" her change her TV and internet service to the once-monopoly phone company when I make it to Victoria next week. The normal TV cable provider has been supplying her such terrible signal for the last two years, as the image is coming in smeared too often. The little that I know about image processing tells me that they are doing some signal compression games and not fully de-compressing it at the modem end (or on the line, given how much gear is hanging from the service pole outside her house).

Onto another perp theme, information service sabotage, monitoring and how information gets to me, and what color the cables are, what kind of metal (silver colored at this end), the whole epistemology of information in all its facets. The perps are consumed with how I get information; verbally, visually in person (even if I copy the cute yoga instructor or another (often not-so-cute obese yogi)), from books, posters, radio, TV etc., and now of course, online via the internet in all its facets, pages, video, audio only etc, Additionally the perps are consumed as to technical delivery methods; EMF signal (satellite), copper, aluminum or optical fiber is used, along with the plethora of sheathing options, color being one. Even satellite dish color seems important. Perhaps this new cable they are putting up in the alley is optical fiber, as this particular company promotes it so much, and their TV signal is wonderfully sharp and detailed. And so it goes, now 14.5 years of this insane abuse-athon, with an unmet agenda that spans the world, perhaps larger. Metastatic cancer would be a blessing; cut the expense and get the fuck out of here.

12-14-2016
I was awakened at 0700h for some reason, and no night time awakening due to a urination need, or leg cramps. I haven't understood why these problems of the last two months have abated in the last week, as the perps have had me "forget" to take my magnesium and L-tyrosine consistently for the last two weeks. And these were the very supplements that (barely) relieved the problem. But they did get me up early (no alarm) for a reason. Someone was on the other side of the wall in this carriage house, which is curious, as the landlord hasn't anything of concern there. Once I got up, it was a "day glo", aka, high-viz vested person immediately outside my bedroom window. And lo, if they didn't pound on the wall and then apply a hammer drill once I was up. As it turned out, it was the resumption of yesterday's boom truck boys, now with two of them, and continuing with their cabling overhead, and now to individual residences, even if I don't have any wired services from them. They put up a sign in the alley near their trucks to indicate that it was fiber optic service installation, so no doubt the telephone marketing is going to start soon.

I ventured outside into the cold to get my hair cut downtown at the student hair dressing school. The stylist was decided large, but very personable and chatty. Nice that sometimes I am not given the freak treatment and the associated over-acting that goes with it.

12-15-2016
 Another outing to do shopping; what a gangstalking cluster fuck at LD. They even had some Fuckwit somehow pull the particleboard back panel off the nearby blood pressure test device, not that I ever use those things as it makes me captive and then the gangstalkers surge around me.

Later, a final crew meeting, more to the point, we got paid at the bar. And food too, and for some reason I was eating like a pig. Anyhow, nice to see everyone in street clothes instead of 

12-16-2016
Another folly Fuckover event was going to the doctor's office, the walk-in clinic as getting a regular GP isn't allowed it seems. A surge of patients ahead of me at 1015h (been there, done that), so 1.5 hours later I get to see the guy. All for a test requisition and some banter and off I go for lunch. Then a blood draw, and then to the ATM to deposit two checks, and back to my residence where I got serious about vacuum cleaning, another perp obsession. And think about it; the perps are obsessed about financial transactions, and they scripted a blood draw immediately afterward. (After screwing me out of depositing the check last night when I was passing by).

12-17-2016
Saturday, laundry beckoned, and so off to the laundromat. A slack Saturday for sure; maybe I will get my 2016 papers organized for the first time as it seems to have been a problem all year.

And in fact, the page view statistics have finally caught up with the geographic source map, and indeed, it is the Russians who again have such a profound interest in this out-there blog. Welcome, and I hope you enjoy it, and if you need any translation help I will be happy to help. Just drop me a comment, publication refusal requests will be honored.

Sorting paper files tonight, and even those of 2015. And plenty of distractions to keep the papers and file folders on the floor for the afternoon and into the evening. This wouldn't be the first time the perps have dithering and protracting this exercise. And for one who absolutely loathes one piece of paper not in its place, this is truly and mind-fuck travesty/intervention of the first and worst order. Thankfully they are letting me play music all the while this remotely applied neural intervention plays out.

12-18-2016
A stay-at-home day today, a rare instance. But getting papers sorted and then finally, after a 6 month interval, I get to put my disc player back in the server rack where it was intended to be all this time. That it had to sit beside it for so long is curious to me, as it was there before, and another server rack change up had it sit adjacent, but still connected to the amp, speakers and computer.

And I finally joined the rest of the world and got my PC to play through the audio speaker system today, instead of being a sole headphone user, as I have been all the time I have owned a PC until now. Youtube has become TV channel in essence. Nothing new for most folks, but in this trial of relentless adversity, having me years behind everyone else somehow suits the agenda for whatever reason. (And likely related to information sources and through what equipment, wires and speakers etc.)

No semi-regular TI call tonight, so maybe it is all off.  Anyhow, time to get this posted for the week, dull as it has been, but a welcome week off.