Dental Scene

06-19-2019
A dental appointment at 1450h with a major bill; I had to split work at 1400h to deal with getting back to my place to do some preparatory online banking on my desktop at my residence. This was forced by the fact that "somehow" my login from my phone "failed". But for extra imposed inconvenience, the Psychopathic perps weren't done yet; they had me leave my cell phone in my vehicle when parked, and then when I attempted to login from my desktop, they required a "security check" whereby I was texted a message on my phone. I have never, ever, had this degree of security requirement before, so I had to go out to my vehicle and retrieve the phone, come back inside and duly answer the text message that "somehow" also failed to have an audible notification ring, (another never before), answer it, so I could transfer the money to the appropriate account. And technology is supposed to makes things easier; all to let us down at key junctures.

All of the above was preceded by a phalanx of vehicular gangstalking, the last-most of this train "happened" to be my former employer of a few years back. I also see this guy most weekends as I do a day a week for his wife.

Dental appointment; last weeks wax casting was to make an exclusion mold, but they forgot to cut out the hole for my missing two teeth. So the dentist did it with the help of the dental assistant. Then the implant caps were removed, and the internal mounts screwed in, and another wax mold. A holy shit show of yet more vehicular gangstalking on the way home, no stops as the coverage was so intense. When there I got hit with a two hour nap attack, for which there was absolutely no reason, as I had a good night's sleep previously...

The infernal online wrist watch order continues; a polite but firm email (having paid, I think I have a right to be indignant); now three weeks into attempting to order it. I would put this in the class of online order obstruction.

06-20-2019
A mixed weather day like yesterday, and decidedly cool at 18C. Both yesterday and today, it was a force play to have me wear my coveralls (navy blue), a cotton blend garment I rarely wear, and with the onset of rain, to then change into pants with my rain pant overalls (powder blue). The coveralls were worn first thing to begin a weed whacking job, and as I get splattered with foliar material, it would allow me to change out readily. As it "happened", it was too windy in the morning to begin weed whacking, so we did tucking in the vineyard instead. By 1000h the rain came on and made the cotton blend coveralls untenable to wear as they suck up the rain and stay damp.

Today, the weed whacking was in earnest, and afterward I continued to wear the coveralls while doing vineyard tucking. I was all set to head out of the winery after lunch, and lo, if the weather didn't suddenly change, and so I changed (again), into my rain pant overalls for the afternoon.


Back at my residence in the evening, and was driving off to SOF; I waited at the first stop sign, only 30m away, and two vehicles, one closely following the other (8') or so, were about to cross my path as I waited, but no, they both decided to turn left so to be in a lead-ahead vehicular gangstalk situation. I haven't seen anything quite so obvious in the six years I have lived here. But what was more obvious, and blatantly stupid, they did the "corner cutting" routine, both of them, one after the other. This is when the L turning vehicle cuts across the stop line and into the opposite lane on the left to make their turn. This peculiar and dangerous driving habit started when I moved to Penticton in 2012, and hasn't let up. (And even erupted in Victoria since, my former city of residence from 2003 to 2011 since the assholes first went berserk/overt in 04-2002, when I lived in Seattle). And what was more absurd about this corner cutting episode is that they each had no way of seeing what might of been coming in the opposite lane as their vision would of been obscured by the house property on that corner. This pair of in-file vehicular gangstalkers proceeded ahead of me for a block, and one went R, the other L at the stop sign. Like WTF; either they are traveling together in some kind of convoy, one riding the other's bumper, and cutting the corner and taking the same risk (identical and peculiar driving behavior), or else they were arranged. Take your pick.

This is not the first corner cutting episode where it was completely obvious that they knew the obscured corner was cleared of oncoming vehicles and pedestrians in advance, but normally the Psychopaths don't make it so obvious. I observe the L turn corner cutting driving habit nearly daily, but it is nearly always arranged (IMHO) such that the driver can see around the corner and know it is clear for him to cross into the opposite lane.

Speaking of egregious driving, three days ago I had an oncoming vehicle on a paved back road, cross the centerline some 40' in front of me and halfway into my lane before she pulled it back. The female driver didn't seem too fussed or apologetic about this threatening stunt, and so I gave her the finger. I have had other, but much higher speed, oncoming vehicles in my lane, and again, in two of the worst cases, neither driver seemed too concerned about scaring the shit out of me or otherwise exhibiting any contrition as to their dangerous driving habits. Welcome to the world of  Psychopathic Perpland where Driving While Controlled (DWC) is just a passing moment at the office. Or is that DWD, Driving While Deranged?

I made it to SOF supermarket safely after that, but the Psychopathic ambulatory  gangstalking was in earnest; they mobbed the hot chicken stall for the three times over 15 minutes I was in the store. The black hoodie stalker was all over me in the store; he didn't bother to even pick up a basket to make his act plausible, and kept up this agitated wandering around, seeming to know my every move in advance even if it was highly irregular due to getting stalled out at the cooked chicken counter. Then the Fuckwit "happens" to show up at the bus stop some 60' behind my parked vehicle somehow with no shopping in hand. I didn't see him on my way out, he wasn't following me, and yet was there just as I was backing out. Yet again, here we have a purported grocery shopper in a grocery store and he hounds my ass for 15 minutes while there, and doesn't purchase a thing. More obvious stupidity.

Another Fuckwit at SOF swooped in behind me just as I was beginning the self-checkout and set up at the next check out, and adroitly timed his checking out so that he could step out in front of me with an exaggerated gait just as I was heading out. This was opposite the checkout supervisor, another player in this ambulatory obstruction stunt. As it "happened" she was exiting the self-checkout area as I was about to enter and I had to wait out her well-timed egress. The number of ambulatory Fuckwits that "happen" to step in my way, or exit when I am about to enter (or vice versa) went up at least 30 fold since this insane abuse-athon began when the Perps first went berserk/overt in 04-2002. It is incomprehensible by any conventional means that so many Fuckwits (or people if you prefer) somehow manage to step in my path with such well timed precision in any public venue. (Sometimes as I am approaching noiselessly from behind). That it has been so consistent for so long with identical timing, and very often at locations of doorways and checkouts, spells "total orchestrated gangstalking net" everywhere I go. Unless someone out there has a plausible alternate explanation. So what is it about this town that brings out all these Fuckwits that just need to stalk my ass and how is it that they do it with such precision?

On the touristic side, a double rainbow pic and six black vehicles. As I recall, there were two more black vehicles off-camera. And a pit-lamping (headlights on) white vehicle further back. All there for the one time in six years I go to this liquor store by myself. (I helped my injured Fickle Friend get his sauce there about six times two years ago). It just "happens" to be on the E side of this mall I regularly go to, and I nearly always use the less used W side parking lot. Recall a few weeks ago when I at this same E side mall access, and the  split family gangstalking stunt erupted, mentioned in a prior posting.

Excuse the Paint 3D border from the screenshot, the only way to save a modified file (removed license plate numbers) in this Microsoft software application. I get the "something went wrong" (on file save) error, the ultimate in lame-assed exception reporting IMHO. I even followed the equally lame online help to "fix" the problem; you know, uninstall and re-install, and lo, if I didn't get the same ridiculous error message. And how many MS Windows 10 updates have I been through and still this absurd error still comes up? At least six I reckon. I suppose they will remove the Take a Screenshot command in a future upgrade and make this software truly useless.

06-21-2019
A vineyard work day, and lo, if the headphones didn't break apart at the socket of the driver and the head band. This is my backup pair, and I am down to none as the other pair is at the repair shop yet again, as mentioned in a previous posting. There is nothing quite like the Perps and their headphone sabotage, as they are so utterly consistent about it, But I take exception to the fact that they fucked the second pair while the first was unavailable. Well done assholes.

06-22-2019
Saturday, and a day off from work, but not Psychopathic Perp intrusion. They are on the rag today, pure and simple, and ensure damn near everything goes wrong, or at least, fails on the first attempt. Often this is the buildup pattern before heading out later in the day, but not this time. They constantly fucked with me when keyboarding this morning, pulled items from my hand, increased the food splatter and spill events and pulled their forced clumsiness games (where I happen to somehow lose my proprioception abilities and bang into everything at a significantly higher rate than the pre-abuse onset normal). By the time I headed out, I was around a hundred infuriation level Fuckover stunts. I am not allowed to even use my fingers the way I want; one of their favorites is to force my fingers down on the PC mouse, and thereby invoking commands contrary to my intentions.

In the afternoon I did some local errands, and went to Summerland IGA supermarket to get a particular kind of sausage made there, and there alone. A first time grocery shopping experience in this town, and unlikely to ever be on my beat. You would think I was the anti-Christ by the look of the cashier at the checkout; tense and grim when she had been friendly with the customers ahead of me. Like WTF; I get a worse reception than a smelly Quebequois fruit picker by my reckoning, and for what? I wasn't doing anything weird, and was perfectly civil. So what is about me that is a telltale signature for repeated high dread, even among those I have never set eyes on before? Either she was prepared for an orchestrated visit by this victim (me), or else I have something visible about me that brings on a tense grimace. Or both. I don't care really; all I want to be is left the fuck alone and to be paid out for this fucking atrocity that I am kept in.

The above mentioned out of town grocery store visit was a classic perp gangstalker Fuckover play; three turns of Fuckwit stalkers arrive in turn just where I wanted to stand at the meat counter and order the sausages. Then the pop-out stalker acts from behind aisle ends, and the step-in-my-way games. Then when I wanted to bail out, why, a checkout cluster fuck, another classic stunt. One of my store criss-crossing tails just "happened" to arrive behind me at the checkout line. Well done assholes. And they even gave me an unusually obvious hint in the parking lot (pictured below), not that I expect them to let up any. In fact, any new activity, location of an activity or work site is a prime moment for extra stalking coverage and things going wrong.

EH Team; as in Electronic Harassment Team, aka the Psychopathic Confederacy, Abuse Delivery Division. (No license plate obscuring needed). The van is done up in one of their favorite, though not a publicly common color, flat black. No Fuckwits posted in the van that I could see. And it was hell to get out the parking lot with vehicles arriving behind me, arriving beside me, and the "usual" eruption of adjacent parked vehicles moving just when I was set to move. And a dipshit lead-ahead vehicular stalker too.

Getting to Summerland also brought on a full phalanx of vehicular stalkers, and one dip-shit stunt that also begot me a near collision. This fat woman pulled from the R lane and crossed in front of me to get to the L-most turn lane. No braking required, but it was awfully close, which I suppose was the real idea. Get a stalker over top of where the victim is to pass over (or where the victim was) with the least-most time interval. Haven't we seen that a few hundred times at checkouts? That is, moving in on me before I have picked up my grocery bags or received my receipt, and the oncoming near-collision driving stunts where they mind-fuck me NOT to veer off the road when there was plenty of safe room to do so. That is, a "how did we NOT have a major head-on?" stunt, a signature of their exquisite timing capabilities.

06-23-2019
A day of vineyard work, with the assholes screwing me out of taking my ADD medications again. Just what is it that they want from me in this insane game of Rx intake sabotage?

And can we have enough things going wrong at once? Hopefully no more;

• two pairs of headphones "broke"
• vehicle parking brake release button is broke
• my regular PC just had some kind of BIOS problem; this is written on the backup one
• on my replacement Stanley water bottle stoppers order, per warranty, was messed up on three accounts; they supplied one when I wanted two, supplied the replacement stopper when I expressly indicated (twice) that I only wanted a plain one, and the supplied single stopper came without all its parts
• online watch order obstruction, though they did say they would ship it (06-21-2019)
• two attempts to scan hand pruner parts at Staples failed in two weeks
• overhead track lighting partially failed when it normally very reliable
• phone battery has become a heater and discharges very fast, and the online replacement is taking far too long
• on the people fucking up front; an spurious $287 charge from a known outfit for something that I didn't order

Anyhow, enough for a week, and hopefully the above "gone-wrong" shit show list will be substantially shorter with no new additions.

Ordering Follies

02-27-2018
More games with screwing around with online orders, or for that matter, ordering of any kind. The latest is this one, where I order only two items: ski goggles (that came with an extra lens and an integral balaclava, secured by magnets, note) and a liner glove, one that fits inside another glove. All in aid of the fact that it was so perishing cold working in the vineyard last week, along with the wind. So I ordered what would be the right gear, especially the goggle set that came with the integral balaclava so no wind could sneak in between the goggle and the face mask. Too effective I reckon, as this is what I got back in two messages from the outfit that specializes in ski wear:

C Sports Order #xxxx - Item Unavailable
2018 Feb 26th
C Sports said:
 
  Dear J, Thank you for choosing C Sports.Unfortunately, the 'Burton Touch n Go Liner Glove in Grey' is unavailable. Due to an inventory error this item was displaying online when it should not have been. Please let us know if you would like to select different items of similar value or if you would prefer to have the order canceled. We do have the Touch n Go Liner available in both Black and Camo size M. Our apologies for the inconvenience. Best regards,

I said:
    Black would be an acceptable substitute.

Later in the day (after I had gone to bed)....
C Sports said:
  Hi J, Unfortunately the 'Anon Relapse MFI Goggle' is also unavailable. We apologize sincerely for neglecting to mention this in our initial message. Please let us know if you still wish to proceed with the black Touch n Go glove with complimentary shipping.

I said (next day):
    Cancel the order.

In this day and age, with online ordering, these clowns make out that their system is screwed up. Only two items in the order, and both were available online, and poof, in two separate messages, both aren't available. Like who got to you? I cannot count the number of times that orders get screwed up, though to be fair, Amazon never lets me down.

And if I really want some more futility, I will attempt to order this from elsewhere, maybe Amazon, though the Canadian version is a muted one, with extra shipping charges to cross the border. Since I wrote that, I see that the particular goggles "disappeared" from C Sports, and is unavailable from Amazon.ca and a major Vancouver sports retailer, who did have that particular goggle for sure, now doesn't. How convenient.

In the vineyard, it wasn't so cold today, though a balaclava was needed for the moist air coming from the melting snow and the wind that picked it up. The Pyrenees Mountain dog puppy came to visit on its own, not on a leash with its owner. I haven't had a big dog romp for four decades, and the intervening standard poodle didn't count much for that.

02-28-2018
A split day; vineyard work in the morning, then head to the doctor in Kelowna, then back at the vineyard again. The good news from the oncologist was that the PSA score is substantially lower since radiotherapy, and that is good. From a 9.9 to now a 2.something. He expects it to get to 0.2 or so in two years, which begs the question as to why "normal" maximum is 4.5. I didn't get into that, though I suspect the politics of normal medical test ranges must be intense. I gave him my plug on radiotherapy depleting dopamine, hence my 10lb weight gain, feeling tired and memory messed for a month afterward and my present increased need for chocolate. And I gave him my reasons behind it too. I said that it will be at least 20 years that dopamine and prostate health ever get any clinical recognition, and he said he would remember that, but would likely not recall my name by then. I said I was fine with that. Other side effects were discussed, e.g. bowel issues, and he came up with an Rx. He liked my eye glasses enough and asked to look at them as they were of the kind he was looking at to change his pair. My next appointment is 9 months hence, and that is also a vote of the radiotherapy results going the right direction at the right pace. Oddly, he sat much closer this time, halfway into the room, unlike my sessions with him during radiotherapy when he was as the opposite end of the room. I give up on all this bullshit sometimes, as to why everything is so orchestrated down sub-second and sub-millimeter precision.

A 50 minute drive there each way, and the usual cavalcade to accompany on my journey's start in each direction. Nothing too spectacularly inane, and no traffic hold ups or lane closures and the like. I also stopped in at the anti-aging clinic to get my test kit. The Good Doctor "happened" to be about, and the front desk girl consulted her at one point. The Good Doctor didn't seem too engaging, so who knows what that is about. More feigned (or managed) coolness I suppose, and I have got plenty of that from most everyone for no reason, especially if they were friendly in prior interactions. They made sure I saw that her ring finger had no ring on it, as she is married with children when I saw her last year.

Again, having a ring on, or off, is often another stunt the perps like me to be aware of. Not that I am looking, or considering any romantic interest with anyone, but it just "happens" all the time, usually with the woman waving or moving her L hand about in my purview. Back in the high harassment days of 2002, Ms. C, my thought-to-be girlfriend, (though I had my deep suspicions as to her true motives from the outset), put on a ring on her ring finger and invited me over one night. Before things got any bit serious I asked her if she was engaged and had someone else on the go. Not that I would of been too upset, as I could of done with an excuse to get her out of my hair. She gave me some blow-off excuse as to why she was wearing a ring to signify she was married/engaged when she wasn't. Anyhow, this whole ring/ring finger/married theme has been a long running perp set up game for whatever reason. And as I have no romantic interest, and primarily operate from the perspective that I just want to be left alone, I don't know why the perps keep this theme going. (Maybe it is what most guys do, and I never had the habit until it was imposed on me now). Who knows, maybe the perps have their female shills take off their ring for a short gangstalking vignette, and then they put it back on again. I just don't give a shit on this one.

After work it was off on another diversion event, picking up a parcel, one for me this time. True to form, they stacked the line up at the PO again, this time with someone ahead of me who had 12 (brown colored) mailing tubes and started grousing about how much the postage was. Then incredibly, he had no return address on them, citing a possible confusion on the mailing tubes for crissakes. Thankfully the postal clerk directed him to a side desk to fill them out while the next customer was taken care of. But this is so consistent at checkouts; having a customer ahead go back for more items, or move around behind me or some such.

Outside the PO, the usual pit lamping intensity in the parking lot again, also filling in with a flux of Fuckwits. I wasn't done yet when I got back to my place, still in my vehicle, as the lady across the street had some misdirected mail for me, as I was looking after the landlord's mail while they are away. Then she goes on about a missing parcel of hers, for which she got a delivery notice for, and then tells me it was worth $xxx, which "happened" to be the exact same amount I paid for the above mentioned medical test kit that was sitting in the back seat of my vehicle. I felt obliged to show her my parcel in the rear tailgate section, and that it was for me, and not hers that was misdirected. All this bullshit over another parcel pick up, no doubt the perps getting their brown cardboard fix again.        

03-02-2018
Two more days of vineyard pruning again, again the Pyrenees dog came for a visit without an owner. A frisky 6 month puppy, easily 20" high at the shoulder. The dog gave me an exuberant paw swipe across the face and I wrestled it down to indicate my displeasure. After that, the dog didn't try anything too rambunctious, though it kept testing me on wanting to chew the vines I had just pruned. So I ended up doing some dog training. Which was similar to last year at a different vineyard, when the big-dog puppy (different breed, similar fur color) insisted on chewing vines. That dog was particularly persistent and domineering, and thank goodness it was tethered, as I only had to deal with it when in tether range.

The weather is warming up, and the snow is starting to melt, and for two days now, "fluffy" rain, a wet snow that doesn't stay on the ground or roads. Better than -8C with the wind blowing by far, but the vineyard folks usually don't like to work in the rain. I find this mildly humorous, given my past forestry work in all weather conditions.

Saturday, and the landlords arrived back from their 4 week holiday in Mexico, looking very tanned. They gave me some foodie presents, and even some cash which they didn't have to do.

Major Netflix watching these days, and heavy on documentaries on musicians, or the music business; Amy Winehouse, Glen Campbell, Eagles, Rolling Stones, George Harrison, Janis Joplin, Joe Cocker, Bob Weir, Tom Petty, Frank Zappa and a few others have been well served by my new found interest in their work. Many of these performers were never in my musical interests, but I became an admirer of all of them, and even a fan of some. The Muscle Shoals documentary was also well done. And the longer format serves the subjects well, up to 4 hours is no big deal when at home.

03-04-2018
Sunday, and a major mellow day. Finally I was allowed to get my 2017 papers organized and filed, making way for getting my income tax return done next week. Nothing too spectacular on the gangstalking front when I was out, though they did put a negro on at the eggs section, in keeping with past bizarre gangstalking scenes at this same situation at other stores. And the specialty store is getting a refurbishment, and now, adding new checkouts that face the opposite direction; that is, I face N when at the cashier, switched from S. I cannot see any great reason for this, as the checkouts are at the same location as before. Maybe its another round of changing the anisotrophy of plasma or etheric energetics in the perps' insane quest of stalking and hounding my ass whenever I make a financial transaction. Lets see; I have only shopped there just over 6 years, so we have a long way to go.

Speaking of which, more incessant mind planted notion that they are going to cease hostilities "soon". (Their version of "soon" is sometime, mine is tomorrow). And of course they won't cease hostilities, or non-consensual human experimentation any time soon, depending on whose definition you follow. They are nothing but relentless, consistent and cruel, 24x7, and I am not expecting anything to be different this year, or a year from now. And too, they are dropping the romantic notions with ML in mind nearly constantly at times; as always, I have no interest in such, and operate from the perspective of wishing to be left alone. Plus they play up the planted notions of Ms C of the story as well, which they claim is the same person, just morphed over. Which may well be true as they have the same build, but give the hissy fit and frosty spells emanating from Ms C, this would be the last person for me to come to mind if left to my own thoughts.

Anyhow, enough of a week's trial, and onto posting this one.

Futility in the Snow Flurry

12-19-2016
Another almost car accident today; this time aided by snowy and slippery conditions. I was driving along Eastside Rd, still in the city (of Penticton), coming into a LH curve downhill, and this idiotic woman from a driveway on my R side sits and waits, to the point I thought she was going to wait for me to pass by. But no, with a skiff of fresh snow on the ground and with an 15% adverse grade, and a loose gravel driveway, she makes her move to turn and cross my path. It was a dumb enough move if it were bare and dry road conditions, but it wasn't. Putting on the brakes hard would of been problematic, but I applied them enough to slow down on the down slope and my wheels fortunately caught sand on the road which helped considerably. She was only 6" away from my bumper before she got her excessively spinning wheels engaged enough to get her car out of the way. The postwoman at the adjacent mailboxes couldn't believe it either. And the offending vehicle was the same middle grey as mine was surely not a coincidence.

Another one of those, "don't know how we missed" almost-collisions. Earlier this year, a deer doing a near-kamikaze run on the highway in broad daylight did the same, and going back three years, there was almost head-on collision on the same Eastside Rd. Why is it that the perps need to arrange these near vehicle collisions for me? Could it be yet more traumatization games, putting them into my brain so to invoke a response they so want to remotely detect and later monitor? I think we have done the traumatizations for a long time; the three memory wiped years when aged 2 to 5 in particular, given the freak show that is constantly arrayed around me, read about the Unfavored.

The above mission was to head to my former winery employer 30 highway minutes away, who has yet to pay me for the last week of employment. A futility mission as it turned out, as no one responsible was there, having left for France for Christmas. One fellow was there, but he didn't know. I left unequivocal instructions on my last time sheet to mail my last paycheck, and three weeks later after its issue, nothing. As it "happens", said fellow will be spending Christmas in the same city I will be.

Or is that too part of this ongoing fucking insane campaign of late of delaying my mail, orders, parcels and everything else? The vitamins I ordered two weeks ago, and normally arrive within two days, were delayed by 10 days in shipping alone, not having been sent. So it is very likely that these two items, plus another mail item will all arrive in my absence, despite my best intentions and actions to prevent this very problem. The latter mentioned item usually takes three days to come, and now it will be at least twice that. Prior to that, my Black Friday online sales purchase from Vancouver, an overnight truck delivery, didn't get sent for a week because "somehow" I ordered an item they didn't have in stock when their online system indicated that it was, confirmed by the vendor. Hence my ski jacket for outdoor vine pruning and accompanying snow shovel arrived the day before the snow came down, and both saw use that very next day. Good timing that, but why didn't they bring on the snow earlier instead of putting me through yet another order obstruction? I understand they like me to wear things straight out of a (brown) cardboard box, but this is getting ridiculous, and surely they could put their own jerkass operatives through that rather than obstruct yet another delivery of mine.

And for the aforementioned trip along Eastside Rd, they put a shit tanker, aka, a septic services truck, ahead of me for the 20 minute journey. And lo, near when it was about to turn off, on comes a brown colored pickup truck to take its place. Keeping up the "brown stalking" it would seem.

12-23-2016
I am now in Victoria, having flown from Kelowna Dec. 20 and staying at the First Feral Family household. And in keeping with perp stalking form, they had me covered with negro gangstalking for my flight. One at the waiting area some 12' away, then one of the two flight attendants, and one late arriving male negro male passenger, who curiously "needed" to walk the length of the aircraft aisle back where I was in Row 17 (a Q400, aka Dash 8). Then he walked back to about Row 6 or so and found his seat there. That he came late so he had unimpeded ability to walk down while everyone was seated was adroit timing, none of the shuffling along while passengers place their baggage in the overhead racks. Then to add to that, he somehow "missed" his assigned seat and only figured it out when he got to the back of the aircraft, probably 22 rows at the most. Later he doffed his hat for the skinhead look, something that the perps need to inundate me with everywhere I go. So two negroes, one male, and the other female on this flight. And of course as a flight attendant she got some face time  with me, putting on the faux friendly look, though that could of been part of her regular job and not because of me and my odious TI status that everyone seems to know about in advance somehow.

And on this topic of negro gangstalking while flying, may I remind readers of a stunt two or three years ago when my mother and ex had me spend breakfast with them before the flight, and these assholes nearly caused me to nearly miss my flight as the airport security line suddenly built up over the 20 minutes spent at the invited, but unplanned (by me) breakfast. I had to scoot to the front of the line ahead of other passengers waiting, and once through, I was the last to get on the aircraft. And lo, opposite my seat on the other side of the aisle was a negro woman. It was my (forced) turn to be late for the aircraft, the last passenger on board this time, and with a similar negro gangstalking arrangement as above. And for the record, negroes in this part of the world are less than 0.5% of the population, but it seems the perps have a consistent need to have one or more accompanying me on a commercial passenger flight. And it may be the last flight I take for a long time as my mother is giving up her vehicle and it will be unlikely that I will be flying from Kelowna to Victoria from now on.

And my departure planning got screwed around when the shuttle bus arrived 40 minutes earlier than planned with no prior notice. So "of course" I got screwed around and "forgot" some of my medications and supplements which had to be tracked down, and getting the third degree from the pharmacist, as he said he could only give me a 10 day emergency supply. I said if that is the regulation, I would go to a walk-in clinic in 10 days and get another 10 day supply which would of  been enough to cover me for this trip. He could see that I had the Rx on the province wide system, and it wasn't that I tried to persuade him any, but he then capitulated and gave me a 21 day supply, which is what I asked for. What was that about; more face time with a brown skinned (E. Indian) person perhaps?

My perp abetting mother was with me at LD where the above mentioned Rx games played out, and so afterwards she needed to fuss over getting chocolates, and keep me circulating there while the gangstalkers surged around in greater numbers than I have seen for some time. Then my mother didn't purchase any chocolates. This very same aisle was where she pulled  this same shit two years ago, and one of the perp assholes grabbed me in some kind of faux bullshit stunt. Putting on the brown as I call it.

A temperature change for my flight day too (Dec. 20). After three weeks of -8C daytime temperatures, it was +2C for the shuttle bus trip to Kelowna airport, and once in Victoria, a continuing mild spell.  I could see that Vancouver was inundated with snow as we flew over, but Victoria's lesser snow fall had dissipated in the night and morning. Just what is it all about, playing games with ground moisture sources, water or snow and then melting the snow in both departure and arrival cities on the day of travel? I have no idea, and don't give a shit, and I constantly ponder just what is so important about wetted surfaces, and sources of water, that is so important to the perps. Past blogging has highlighted perp interest in water sources, from weather, hoses, pipes and pipe material (and leaks therefrom), treatments such as filtering, as well as water that I imbibe and the drinking container material and color. "Naturally" I get exposed to others and their water bottles in all their variety.

12-28-2016
Missed blogging here from the First Feral Family house these past few days, and I don't expect to catch up for a few more. I best get this posted and start a new posting when I can.

House Bound

11-17-2015
Mostly house bound due to sustained inclement weather these last two days, and true to form, when I go out, it is a major gangstalking tour-de-force. I got out to yoga yesterday, then the bank today, both prime gangstalking events. Then onto the gym for the first time in 6 months following banking (always of intense perp interest),

The visit to the gym was a gangstalking special; a class of retards was finishing up and began to converge on me to get their coats just as I was at the tight coat locker area. Good one that, and I have I not mentioned the escalated frequency of retards on the gangstalk scene? Many times. And how is it arranged, as this crowd would not have a clue what the perps are up to, let alone the rationale, so are they controlled then?

And have I not complained about converging hordes on me at various venues and situations in this here blog, perhaps some some 9 years worth? And what is it that guides the perps to repeatedly set up this gangstalk stunt? If I cannot stand multiple persons converging on me, then why or why do they continue to set up this insane vignette? As always, it might relate to scenes witnessed, if not imposed upon, during the memory deleted years, 1956 to 1960, when child abuse has been documented in clinical (Dr. Ewen Cameron, Montreal), military (Indian Lake Project, NY) and clerical (Duplessis Orphans, PQ, incl. Montreal) situations. Note that I lived in Montreal for two of those four years, hardly a coincidence IMHO. And then of course, the epic work, "Thanks For the Memories" by Brice Taylor reveals concerted and frequent use of children in abuse situations, she being 4 years older than me.

Four CDs arrived in the mail all at once yesterday. Another instance of convergence of audio music, plus one that I ordered online the day before. It isn't the first time these "audio convergences" have erupted, though I am at a loss to explain why they do this. Some were used discs, some were new, some from overseas, and some from North America. Add in a few "coincident" online digital file purchases. Go figure.

Yoga was all female, except for me, some 15 or so yogis in all. The once-friendly (just "hello" level) slender married babe, a one time instructor, was placed behind me (S of me), though of late she has been stationed across the room to the W with about five intervening yogis. Per usual (now), she hangs near me and looks the other way, especially notable after class. And to be clear, no romantic interest on my part; I don't believe in it, and in these circumstances who would I get besides a perp saboteur? Of note, the instructor and the one-time slender instructor had a little confab about their December plans for me to overhear for whatever reason. Perhaps it is a variant of the Favored/Unfavored pairings the perps so like to arrange, though as far as I can tell, the instructor never bothered me any, even if twice the weight of the former darling pixie instructor.

The "baggy ass" brigade (of two) was there at yoga again, one of them stationed in my usual location. Both on the W side of me. Recall, last week I was between them. Another go figure.

And another feature at yoga is that there are more arranged "crowdings" around me after class, all at the one sofa where I sit to put on my boots. This time extra crowding was augmented by a woman putzing with her iPhone and not seeming to be needing to get to the class that was about to start. Then someone else comes in, and I "decide" it is getting too cramped/claustrophobic and I bail out of there, assuming my footwear is on, to put on my jacket elsewhere. They used to leave me alone on the sofa and for some reason everyone else would put on their coats and shoes 20' away on the other side of the entry doors. Now, a "convergence" situation has been incremented for whatever abreactions (psychic traumatizations that don't consciously register) the perps wish to elicit. Did I mention they seem to have real time reading on what I think, react to at levels that I am unaware? Many times I am sure.

11-18-2015
A drive to Naramata to pick up a wholesale food seller who inexplicably didn't inform me that it was ready. A five day wait when there is rarely more than one. At least the person apologized and offered an explanation, weak as it was. He being the one who changed his name on me, though I see that his initials were close to the first name he gave me when I first met this cat in 2013 or so.

In explaining why I didn't get the full message to pick up the order, they kept the babe helper in view some 6' behind as he gave me the brown cardboard box with my order inside, he being red-faced, evasive and seemingly embarrassed. No need for that; I have seen all kinds of lies, feints and duplicity, starting with my own (First Feral) family, all of which reached another order of magnitude when the perps went berserk/overt in 04-2002. And too, having a "background babe" is SOP for this abuse-athon.

Then back in relative driving quiet; some vehicle trains, and the inevitable garbage trucks on the stalking trail. And what is with the helicopters today, even erupting before I got out of bed at 0800h? Yes, the Penticton Airport flight path is overhead, but still, so many "introduced" helicopters. That is, the local helicopter flying school uses the EC-135 models with the tail in the rotor, and there haven't been many of those flying today. I reckon they are into at least 40 overflights so far today, now 1600h as I write this.

11-20-2015
I worked some: a nice sunny day when I expected cold from the forecast. Such a relief to have a warm(-ish) and sunny day at this time of year.

11-21-2015
Worked some at the vineyard/winery... taking measurements on wine. Do the perps ever like me to me sampling and measuring.

11-22-2015
Been reading JFK; the CIA, Vietnam and the Plot to Assassinate John F. Kennedy by L. Fletcher Prouty, which makes it absolutely preposterous that a single assassin took out JFK 52 years ago today. Not when there has been such a barrage of disinformation since, (.e.g Warren Commision) and continuing to this day. And biographical information on the designated "patsy", LHO, was transmitted within an hour of his apprehension to newspapers worldwide. He was a 24 year old nobody, and somehow all this was known within the hour. The most ironic part was that he was apprehended in a movie theater watching "War is Hell". Little did we know how ironic that later was as LBJ and his cabinet overturned JFK's NSAM 263, and escalated the Vietnam War to the $550 billion boondoggle it became.

Even the (apparently) covertly released Pentagon Papers, a Vietnam War history to 1969, (relaeased to the public in 1971), was a disingenuous fabrication in part, as the NSAM 263 document was chopped into non-contextual pieces and not shown in its entirety. Released in full in 1991 (?) NSAM 263 clearly states the US will be out of Vietnam by 1995. And it is abundantly clear that Fletcher Prouty's work identifies the hand of a conspiratorial High Cabal, who had the Korean and Vietnam wars planned as early as 1945, and didn't want a war-adverse President to get in the way. After JFK got stung by the CIA sponsored clown show known as the Bay of Pigs, why wouldn't he be adverse to whatever else the CIA was cooking? And they were doing the "cooking"; that is, fomenting and encouraging and supporting of military action in Vietnam. Not to mention de-stabilizing the agrarian country by having the US Navy and Air Force relocate 1.1 million Vietnamese from the North to the South and essentially dump them there in the mid-1950's. JFK never had chance in retrospect. And so the human meat show continues, now with Mid-east nutters setting off bombs in Paris, and the rest of the world strife that makes the news.

And why is it that human suffering and death is so important to the perps? Never mind the energetics of humans they like to study and how dismemberment and blood-letting serves their momentary purposes.

Anyhow, not much to report today; a shut-in day made all the more doable by the perps as they nailed me for a three hour nap attack in the afternoon, taking me from 1315 to 1615h. They do like to have me sleep through major daytime light transitions, from sunny (outside) when I was forced to lie down, to a dingy half light when I was finally allowed to waken. And too, the three weeks since Standard Time was brought back were constantly dingy and overcast. No doubt that serves the melatonin-dopamine interaction research they so like to pursue. As nearly always, I was NOT running a sleep deficit and in no way needed three hours of napping. I had a 8 hour sleep last night. Who knows what the sleep disruption will bring tonight.

Onto posting this, such as the week it was.

Noise Through Headphones

05-06-2014
Yesterday, yoga; the other two men were strangely absent after been regulars for at least six weeks, so it was all women (about 12) and me. And what is it with light lime green colored garments on the class members? Four at least, two each side of me. The instructor's tights were a faux tattoo look, and at one point the perps added some momentary plasmic "tattoos" on her foot to fake me out and establish a contrast. (And there was a tattoo-ed woman next to me, with fugly ones on her lower legs). I was wearing my spandex shorts for the first time, so perhaps they perps reverted to an all female class for reasons related to maximum gangstalking gain. I don't attempt to correctly anticipate what their tactical objectives are in any given circumstance, but it seems that new situations, (and "new" can be narrowly defined), they prefer Favoreds over Unfavoreds, and bring in the latter category in similar circumstances as a later variable in whatever they are looking for.

 While doing final pruning at the vineyard,  a 40 min. circling aircraft, looking like an all black Hercules (four engined freighter aircraft) with some blackish maser-like emanations targetted in my general direction. There is an airport nearby, but it strikes as an odd flight plan to be staying in the S. flight path for so long. And covering me before and after lunch.

Tuesday, and one where the perps started out extra hyper-abusive/active. They pissed me off for at least two rage-ifications while making breakfast. They also screwed me out of sharpening my pruners last night, so that got done this morning. A rare event, using the diamond honing stones in the morning, and sending the swarf down the drain. (Definition; swarf [noun] an accumulation of fine particles of metal or abrasive cut or ground from work by a machine tool or grinder.)

Sometimes I wonder if I am driving over the very sewage lines that connect to my residence (and diamond swarf!). There is a straight line filled 15" wide patch for the two blocks to the arterial to the highway, presumably a pipe dig/repair job. Not forgetting the perps dug up a block of a downtown street near my place to put twinned 30" sewage lines in and regraded the road in 2007.

Extra vehicular coverage this morning, as well as feeling semi-stoned/floaty. They put on lots of local noise for the first three hours; adjacent vineyard ATV's went back and forth and their personnel "happened" to be across the street on an irrigation job, tractor operations. Additionally, there was asphalt loaded dump trucks on the adjacent road, a paving outfit and their paving equipment. And too, both extra aircraft, low and high altitude.

Once I put on my headphones at 1000h (starting at 0700h now), why the noise culprits all came back for a round of punching the same external noise through my headphones while listening to music on my Android phone. Even the aircraft rotation; local low (1000') elevation buzzing by single engine aircraft, then the high elevation jets, and local helicopters thrown in there too.

05-07-2014
Still busy doing the final pruning cuts on the vineyard, along with my adjacent neighborhood noise posse, not to mention the aircraft coverage. In the latter case, the single engine drone noise was put on at various times (3 at least) and ditto for helicopters, both for noise and circling overhead.

Sunny but cool, and listening to music on my Android phone, this static set of artists from A to D, as that is the limit of the micro SD card in the phone.

And the ski jacket I wanted from a sports store, discounted at this time of year, seems not to be online any more. It was an XL and I also wanted to know if it was long enough to cover me in the winter (34" at least). I found out by way of email that someone scooped me on the ski jacket; four days of emails and one phone call to ensure it was the right size and cut, and lo, the jacket is purchased by someone during daytime hours when I was about to order it online the same evening. Funny how that "happens". Not forgetting that my weekend email to the store wasn't recieved somehow (har, har), and it was only when I phoned on Tuesday did I get some action on how long the jacket was. This whole back and forth for the week, getting the specifications on length etc. and I get scooped. Can we say "order obstruction" or some such, perhaps "dashed expectations", fitting the pattern of this insane fixation by the Psychopathic Abuse Corps began in overt form on 04-2002. Mind you, there was only one left; but in this tightly orchestrated world I have been cast into, there are NO COINCIDENCES.

05-08-2014
Thursday;  very windy with high overcast; no torso  tanning as I was cooled down too much. At 1100h I finished the final pruning and the next job was "suckering", which really should be called "de-suckering". The removal of shoots on the trunk of the grapevine plant, and only allowing the shoots to shoot from the chosen canes that are now horizontally placed on the trellis wire. The shoots come from the bud and travel vertically between the wires on each side of the posts. So no leg tanning for a week or so as I use kneepads to get low to the ground to rub or knock off the suckers (very soft right now).

I finished the cane laydown and final pruning at 1100h, had lunch, put my pants over my shorts to begin de-suckering, and then started the job. That seemed to be a big deal for the perps, as that was when the aircraft noise started up, the wind speed dramatically increased, and the assholes kept pulling down my L knee-pad, and thereby invoking hissing (non-auditory) rage-ifications for the next three hours, about every 10 min. or so.

The perps often go berserk when I end or start a new job/task, and I suppose this was prime bait for them.

A dull pain in my nuts all day today, same as yesterday. Anytime I move to a new orientation or next to a different object, this pain starts up. Going back to the Days of Infamy, when I was getting hunted down by the assholes in the streets of Seattle in 04-2002, they would zap me in the nuts to a near-crippling level. (Little did I know they could also monitor my pain reaction remotely). Having experienced zappings already, and noting that they always stopped whenever I was near metal objects, I put a metal tool in my underwear, and lo, if the zapping of my nuts didn't immediately stop. They continued head zappings, and I got immediate relief whenever I was in my vehicle. And so, here we are 12 years later of intense and relentless abuse, and now they are re-zapping my nuts again, but only at a dull pain level. I hasten to call this progress, but to them it probably is.

05-09-2014
I was working in wet grass and wet grapevines from a prior rain in the early morning. Even with gumboots and knee pads, my pants got soaked, though dried out by days end. It was a TGIF day; doing "suckering" which is really "desuckering" , which is the removal of shoots from the trunk of the grape vine by rubbing the bark and knocking off the fragile buds as they are just emerging. And it is a gruesome job, being on one's hands and knees, with the big decision as to whether one crawls on all fours to the next grape vine (4') away, or gets up to take one step and then crouch down again. Better than picking strawberries, not by much though. Once it it done, there isn't much more of it to do, save the odd shoot (sucker). Unless one has planted Ehrenfelser grapes, as I am given to understand that they develop suckers all season long. Most grape varieties aren't like that thankfully.

All those tidy and clean looking vineyards are a totally manicured state created by poor vineyard laborer schmos, like yours truly, as his masters didn't like him working in forestry or IT anymore, and decided that farm laboring was going to be his new gig. All with plenty of down time, as well as things going wrong, and all arranged of course down to every last glance or thought.

And an example of accelerated noise confluence today; the overhead drone of single engine aircraft for ten seconds, then the roar of jets overhead for about the same, then the buzz of a helicopter coming through and finally the hoarse sound of someone's ill-maintained muffler on a passing vehicle. What was so odd about this was that the noise hadn't time to decay or otherwise finish before the next one came on, for all four of these noise sources. Normally there is a minute or so and the first sound ends before the next one comes on, but not today to drive the point home; we control the noisescape.

And screwed on screws again today; this wretched rack server project where the rail mounts were 1/100" out and did not fit the rails, and now having to drill holes in a new set, and today the perps scrambled me and I got 5/8" screws when I wanted 3/8". Only when I got home was I allowed to figure that one out. I have already been skunked 3x at a local big box store in getting the screws and nuts, and finally settled on an industrial supplier who had them in the quantities I needed. But as the mounting brackets are awaiting drilling by someone with a drill press, I can rest easy knowing that this latest cognitive attack isn't holding anything up. I won't go into the litany of things that have gone wrong with the rack server project, as it would be too tedious for my readership IMHO.

And I see Monica Lewinsky is 40, and wrote a piece for Vanity Fair. I have seen her twice on the gangstalking beat in the past 12 years, the last time was 2006 when she was part of this outrageous stunt (or else a look-alike). I was hiking on a trail not far from Victoria, and there she was leading a party of four in a mid-blue colored (unflattering) spandex outfit, matched top and shorts. As soon as I identified her, she swept her big doe eyes to her R, which ordinarily was most odd, as it was a rough trail with lots of bed rock outcroppings to contend with. But that wasn't all; following her in file were identical Asian male twins about 20-24 y.o., one dressed all in a mid-brown outfit, and the other in an all light blue outfit. Their outfits consisted of a jacket and shorts to mid thigh, and of the same fabric (apart from color) and were and identically cut. Another Caucasian male followed them in file. It was quite the most astonishing sight, not only twins, but in these ridiculous hiking outfits and differentiated only by their color. A brown and blue clothing test it would seem, with Asian flavored skin tones.

Anyhow, I have seen Monica Lewinsky once before as a bank teller, though with brown hair, not her everyday lustrous black mane. I have seen her likeness from a distance (90') where I could not make a positive identification some dozen times or so. Though from 2003, the perps have been planted her name and visage in mind consistently, and whenever "Monica" appears in print, they will send my eyes there first, e.g. "Santa Monica Boulevard" etc. At my daughter's Gr. 11 year end event, one of the teachers was a amateur opera singer, and she sang a piece titled "Monica, Monica". My ex was quite stricken by this event for no seeming reason that I could fathom, and wasn't in any frame of mind to talk about anything afterward. There was a large woman sitting alone in front of us at the time, something I found a little odd given the event was populated by parents and family. Anyhow, one can be sure that this latest Vanity Fair piece will serve as grist for lots of perp planted notions and suggestions for the next week or two. I have no idea as to how this fits in the entire harassment universe, and don't care to dwell on it. As with many TI's, romantic notions are often planted in mind, and again, I have no compelling reason to believe any of it or otherwise consider such. And too, as one TI pointed out to me, the perps can fake looks and form, so my sightings could of been an operative made to look like her, which is very possible in this unconventional rabbit hole I have been cast into. All part of the harassment-scape in one of its more unusual facets.

Besides, if one agreed with my analysis that my whole life has been orchestrated, the perp's choices of girlfriends/wife has been abysmal. The lying passive-agressives seem to be able to find me and artfully know how to jerk my chain. Why would I trust the perps any further? Just leave me the fuck alone and find me a cabin with decent road access on 20 acres, and don't plant anyone on me as I don't need/want it, and I am long past romance being a consideration (will be 60 y.o. in July). Even if my employer made this rather strange and directed comment to me, "your wedding", to which I replied, "no call for that". And why didn't I say something like, "what do you know about my wedding plans as I don't have any, and who told you".

05-10-2014
Saturday being laundromat day, and lo, if the Cheers-ing males weren't on stand-and-gab duty. That is, apparently individual disparate males that somehow came to know each other there, and stood yacking near my dryer.

Extra stalker action all over me, especially on the roads. Some kind of communal event has spawned at least a hundred cyclists which "happened" to be crossing my path before making a R turn. Other gangstalkers plugged the bank ATM and line when I wanted to get some cash, so I didn't bother. All these loafing and shiftless males at the bank; I don't get it.

Even my landlord got in on it and busied himself around this detached residence, popping up to put himself in front of the very window I was about to open, twice no less. Then when my open windows were deemed not permitted by the Fourth Reich, why, he drove his red pickup into the backyard, some 10' away, and then put on his truck stereo with open doors so I could hear his music. Screw that, and I closed them. That is how it goes of late; constant agitation and gangstalker coverage. Even the specialty food store got into the act with an off-duty staff member hovering over the sun block display when I wanted to get there, not once, but twice in five minutes. Some shiftless male cruised the grocery section for no apparent purpose other than taking the long way around to the bulk foods. A pair of women loitered at the end of the checkout, pretending to be oblivious to blocking egress.

And I see that my disability payments have ended, like I requested over a month ago, and now I must radically re-adjust my financial picture to keep myself on vineyard worker's wage alone. And have I been on top of this eventuality and planned for it? Of course not; one look at extra weekend jobs some five weeks ago was as far as it went, which is absolutely pathetic and totally out of character. Not to mention some ridiculous expenses that I racked up recently, and more coming soon. (And even more ridiculous expenses planted in mind which I categorically rejected, usually with an external noise at that very instant). No end of uncharacteristic lassitude continues to creep into my existence, and I am extremely vexed by this new development of being a prisoner in disguise.

05-11-2014
Sunday, and off to hike on this sunny weekend day, though the air was cool (14C). A herd of at least 40 elder-hikers in an organized group "happened" to be at the top of McIntyre Bluff when I got there at 1130h. I only saw one at first, then when settled and getting my lunch from my pack, why, all the remainder trooped by. Only one other hiking party on the way down which was most odd, as I get 10 or so normally. And of course the HD motorcycle noise from the highway below, at least a mile away, and 400' lower in elevation.

I got an hour of tanning time without the cloud games of having it planted in front to create shade. It looked as if a large cloud was making a beeline to block the sun from the W, but after some 5 min. of comparatively rapid movement, it stopped and stayed in place.

At least 60 motorcycles parked in Okanagan Falls when passing through on my return. Lining Hwy 97 for some kind of organized event. Still no intelligence yet on why the perps are so nuts about motorcycles, apart from their noise. It has to a an abreaction rationale, as they want me to see the motorcycles and the dress code that goes with it, often separated. So what did they do to MKULTRA children in the late 1950's with motorcycles? I am still hoping to find out. Though from the perp's perspective they are the perfect vehicle to exercise their petroleum products obsession; a gasoline tank at the rider's knees feeding an internal combustion engine directly under the ass of the rider. Plus noise and vibration, two more perp etheric disruption methods I have come to know firsthand. And without the same level of plastics and materiel of an automoblie that seems to puzzle the perps so much. Not my problem, just leave me the fuck alone.

I shall get this posted lest I get "forgetted' later this evening.

Where My Music Comes From

Eight months later I finally get it together to put a modest introduction together for my alternate blog (Potemkin Villager), dealing with technology related to hassling the living shit, literally and figuratively, out of TI victims.

04-20-2014
Sunday evening, and they let me out for a hike today, and the weather was decent. Though they did "de-tune" the sun over the afternoon as it got hazy with a high elevation overcast. The new backpack is becoming a pain, as it doesn't have that wonderful mesh frame that keeps it off my back that the small Deuter has. Backpacks are a constant ergonomic flux that I cannot get right, save aforementioned Deuter that is a useful lunch pail (28L) for nearly 10 years, but forget about packing for weather changes even for a day hike.

Anyhow, music listening seems to be a particular focus for the perps of late, and where I get the music from and in what form. Examples are online FLAC file sources, from a CD disc, and then the same music converted to a file. Also too is the location of the files; this here PC or the NAS I got stiffed with, and soon it seems, from a USB stick. The universal player has a different set of headphones and some of those discs are now copied into files. And too, I got hit with another Amazon.ca order for 9 items that got split into seven sub-orders, some of which is coming from the UK for only $3.49 shipping. This isn't the first time, but it seems that the journey of the CD is also important for the perps, hence these used discs, often $1 or so, to be shipped from across North America and the UK for a ridiculously low price. If I was to order it from Amazon.com, they would nail me for $16/CD. Go figure.

Then the utter abusive nonsense over my car deck is still going on; the Source button somehow (now) misses the CD choice and inserts another FM band. Well, there is a separate button for a "band" (a collection of FM or AM stations), and I didn't press it and somehow it got inserted into the Source button selection. And now, when I restart the vehicle it reverts to the "Tuner" source instead of where it was on the CD source. It was working fine until two weeks ago; if it was playing a CD when I stopped, it would pick up where it left off when I re-started the vehicle. Like WTF; a perfectly working CD-tuner deck goes wonky and "forgets" about the CD player and now reverts to Tuner when I re-start the vehicle.

The perps seem to be holding up an HDMI switch I need to get my player to have a display to set up file access, so at some point I expect to be switching between the two sources to access the same file, aka "convergence". It has only been a month since I ordered this HDMI switch, and I have sent the supplier two emails as to what is going on, to no response.

An online order went amiss yesterday, to send money to a lossless music file provider. I emailed them with the transaction number and they fixed it, conveniently forgetting that I had a download that didn't arrive and was billed for it. How three things went wrong when paying by credit card is beyond me, but have I not mentioned that all my financial transactions get gangstalked, screwed with or otherwise surveilled? Way too often to be sure.

Another online order got stalled out when the Create Account button didn't work, after I complied with all the mandatory data field entries. This wretched server rack project I got stiffed with is one that never ends. I ordered slides at $20/pair  instead of $80/pair from server rack equipment suppliers. But of course that was too easy, as one must have connecting brackets to mount them. One supplier had wrap-around brackets that were made for a 1.74" width slide. My slides were 1.75" a single full U (rack Unit), so I knew they wouldn't fit. That was good for two weeks of stalling me out, and then in a moment of imposed "rationalization", (e.g. sloppy fitting, it will be OK, trust us), I ordered these brackets. They cost me $100 for four pairs (ordering half of what I needed for some "reason"), and when they arrived two weeks later, why, they didn't fit. Out by 0.01" and there was no way around it. That was good for stalling me out for four weeks, and when I had a second look at the mount brackets supplier, they had a design that was flat and no wrap-around flanges, which would fit for sure. And in attempting to remedy this long playing imposed ineptitude the perps crashed the above mentioned purchase attempt. And what is the whole point of this idiotic obstruction and protraction?

It never ends; for my online banking I wanted to add an "payee" to my online list, I found the right one, selected it, and there was no actual "Add" button for crissakes. The Enter button did nothing, and moving the cursor around to find a hidden button (it has "happened" in the past on some sites) found nothing. Tried another browser, got a blank page, tried another browser and logged in OK and the same problem. Did I not forecast (in general) this in my last blog posting? Now I find my question is part of online discussion for crissakes.

I got a reply about the"Add" button missing, and it is "Next, Clear, or Back", none of which was there either. When I phoned the next day to make the transfer, the customer service person wasn't too surprised that a missing button prevented me from adding a payee. "No selection button, that's strange", and on with managing this over the phone. That's strange, why aren't you more surprised and concerned about the bank's web pages breaking and preventing customers from normal online transactions? Of course I never get to skewer the assholes with a smart ass reply, never.

04-21-2014
A half-assed holiday in Canada, this Easter Monday; government offices are closed and that is about it. The vineyard work was about the same, the owner going over my winemaking notes with me, and then some lame-assed chores to do. One was delivering a jug of sulphuric acid to the neighbor apple farmer, on the same trip I made to fill a hole in the road near the pumpshouse next to the lake. Had to make a second trip, and lots of vehicles passing by of course....

PVC pipe fittings, taking it back plus more back, always a big perp event. I got set up and screwed around by the staff in the morning as all I wanted a straight 4" pipe connection, no bell end and no fittings/couplers. And guess what, he gives me the latter kind. The counter dude didn't know that there was a third kind of 4" pipe screw cap termination until I mentioned that I got some in the past, and only then did he go back to the supplies to find what I was looking for. I had the vineyard owner's receipt, taking back her pipe fittings too (of a few weeks ago, still in her purse), and took a piece of the straight pipe from the vineyard for which I was making up filter cartridge storage tubes. That begot plenty of activity around me, and too, when getting a refund. And it got screwed up, because the owner got the refund and I didn't get my reciept to claim. Out $24.

Jerked out of going to yoga on Monday for some curious reason; the instructor teaches two classes on Monday, but for some reason only the latter one I don't go to. Some one wanted Power Yoga off the schedule today

04-22-2014
A rainy morning, and fairly wet on the irrigation system work in the creek gully. I got to work out at the gym in the evening, and my regular big sloppy shorted Fuckwit was hounding me. At one point he arrives on a bench beside me, some 4' away, and then just sits there staring into the mirror. As before, going back to 2006-07 gym visits, I have never seen so many people go to a gym just to sit around.

04-23-2014
I worked in a creek or the gully under trees for much of the day, and a big gangstalk scene it was when I finished and on my driving commute back. I stopped at LD and the freakshow was in fine form. What is the deal with these weirds who enter the store while I am at the check out and then stop there, some 4' behind me in the middle of the main thoroughfare of the store? Fucking berserk, and it "happened" in two successive visits at the LD store. And I got scooped twice in succession at the checkouts, different ones, getting ahead of me. Funny how that happens so often and only extremely rarely do I scoop anyone. Maybe less than six times where I scoop a shill in the last 12 years, and some 150-200 times where they scoop me.

Got to use a chainsaw for about five minutes before it sputtered out on me. The owner somehow got it working just fine, making excuses that they have a limited running life. Ridiculous. They haven't let me run a chainsaw for at least 6 years, my brother's being the last one, coming straight from the shop and it wouldn't start. Not forgetting that bizarre incident about then, when going to the bus stop near the First Feral Family house, a Fuckwit walks out with a chainsaw from an empty lot, crosses the street and places it some 30' into the field in front of the church at the corner. Then he walks back to the empty lot and disappears. I had been using a chainsaw the day before, and this placed chainsaw was visible and some 120' from the bus stop I waited at. I think I posted a pic of it at the time.

Yoga on a Wednesday due to its seeming cancellation on Monday, A dishy blonde instructor, and the usual all-woman crew (class members) there, plus two drop-ins. Her Blondeness parked in front of me for some reason, as she is just about always across the room blocking my view on the side mirrors. There was plenty of room on the E side, but no one filled it for some reason. Perhaps they put Fuckwits there on the outside of the wall, leaning their backs to it possibly.

Planted romantic notions over the fantasy Fat Girl come and go all day it seems; funny how the Fat Girl theme comes on so strong when I haven't met any, or don't want to check them out.

04-24-2014
A mid-morning visit to the urologist started the gangstalking frenzy today, replete with male Fuckwits in the office, one somehow scooting in ahead of me after doing his legs-wide crotch exposure while seated.

Then the helicopter was out when I exited, streams of gangstalking vehicles, the dump truck, the trains of color coordinated vehicles, and then my boss phones me enroute when he "happened" to be ahead of me, driving back from his doctor's visit. More fine coincidences again, and I caught up with him and his wife at the gate to their vineyard.

04-25-2014
I was finally let out to do some work under the trees again, the irrigation pipes need to be supported, so I took some grape trellis posts and put two together, and a third to lean on them. Putting CCA (Cadmium, Copper and Arsenic) treated posts (the green colored ones) in a creek to forever leach these wonderful chemicals isn't my style, but that is how it is done here. And we know who likes to pollute things don't we? Just another variable in their long running pollute-the-earth games.

And it was the first day without coffee, per above urologist's suggestion. And lo, if the excessive morning time peeing just didn't suddenly stop. So... we have entered a new brown food/beverage testing phase by eliminating one daily brown colored beverage. It is extremely common for the perps to work from more complex events and then simplify them by removing one variable at a pre-defined determination. Bring on the chocolate anyhow; I don't see the perps giving up on this brown colored food.

I was all set to work out at the gym again this week, per planted notions. But only 2.5 min. on treadmill before I got inexplicably tired made it a pointless endeavor. The big fugly shorts dude was right behind me for the event of premature treadmill shutdown and hounded me all over the place after that, even planning his furry leg show (calves only, as his shorts were so long), when I was upside down on the bending over jig. The perps have a history of shutting down running, and the recent gym visits of the past two weeks suggested that they might be relenting, but only a single 15 min. treadmill exercise once per week is allowed. Back in 2003 in the first year of this abuse, they let me run outside, but after some months they totally shut me down by making me suddenly tired and lifeless, and there was no point in continuing. In 2006 when at the gym for an organized group session they only let me run so they could learn how to screw me out of body memory. They would scramble me as to my maximum speed, 10km/hr, and plant the notion that it was say, 11km/hr, and then when I noticed from body memory this was way too fast, the gangstalkers would swarm by. Or they did at first, but after some 10 sessions or so they had only a few come by when I noticed the treadmill was going too fast. It was mission accomplished when they ran me at 11km/hr and "somehow" I didn't notice for 30 seconds or so.

04-26-2014
Only 1135h on this Saturday, but what a gangstalking and Fuckover scene. At least six rage-ifications when making breakfast because of imposed messes; drops of milk hopping out of the pan twice, sending me to the fridge when I wanted the cupboard and a few others. A full frontal body hair shave this morning, another perp excitement event.

Then onto laundry, always a perp obsession especially that I head out to a laundromat. The boom/elevated platform was in the next house across the alley from my vehicle, the Fuckwit doing tall tree trimming. The laundromat had the loafing male in the white pickup sitting outside, but no one in it at first. About a minute later, some three parties of males arrive within half a minute, one party of two seemed to need to put on the yap. The skinhead of the party had me lined up for a stare when I looked in his direction, and his long hair pal kept his back to me. The skinhead later blocked the central aisle to force me around a table where another skinhead male was busy with his laundry, (he had just arrived, and then tailed me outside to his still-running vehicle next to mine). The red colored pants wearing laundromat male stalker was back again, making sure I saw plenty of his fugly red pants in my peripherial vision all the while.

Then onto the recycle glass depot amidst the long trains of gangstalking vehicles, and they even had one stop in mid-street outside the depot, stopping me for a half minute before I got the last parking stall as it was packed for some reason. Then the perps scrambled me as to where the tanning salon was, forcing me to go around twice. More long trains of gangstalking vehicles, adding some that went way too slow.

At the tanning salon, the near-ubiquitous male hanging around at the desk talking to the woman attendant was in place. And lo, if I didn't get fucked around as the bed didn't turn on when I was undressed with lotion slathered on me. This same bullshit almost "happened" two weeks ago when I was last there, a seeming flaky switch. There was no other customers in the place, so what was so complicated about setting it up? Apart from last week with a different attendant, there was never any problem over three winters. Just another jerkaround as far as I am concerned, last week being a "warm up".

Other freaks that were on show were the "jaywalking" motorized wheel chair, this Fuckwit woman crossing the road at an oblique angle to maximize street crossing time where I made a R turn for the last laundry load from the dryer. On the way back, why this same freak was crossing the road diagonally at the intersection where I made a R turn. An in-lane white stalker van came to lead me on my last trip as well; from where I was parked in the lane to 95% of the way there. I don't normally get this extra intense vehicular gangstalking, but it seems the perps were putting on all the abuse they could, and probably following on from that bullshit at the gym last night, per above. Add in the dithering dipshits driving, the excessive numbers of ambulatory Fuckwits doing high arm swings, and the red-coat/shirt types, a final coup de grace with a his-and-her both in red coats, though dissimilar reds, holding hands, he in fugly brown shorts for crissakes.

Another event this morning was the landlady dropping off two Amazon orders, that presumably, arrived yesterday. It is just that she timed dropping them off just when I set off for the last trip to the laundromat. Not that she knocked on the door or otherwise introduced herself. And have I mentioned how often the perps like to arrange stunts and noises whenever I take possession of something. Adding fuel to their non-consensual human experimentation agenda, it that the two packages contained used CD's, which I am now listening to. All part of where the music comes from; not only where the CD is shipped from, but played off what device and in what form. Just to think, the whole MP3 thing of reduced music content and passing it around free on the web must be part of the perp's human research plan.

More music interaction; listening to LR and the Stone Ponys while ripping a CD also from today's mail arrival. Call it "music source confluence"; music from a disc player while ripping and editing metadata. Another variant is listening to a file download while ripping and editing another CD, different from LR but with a similar vocal range and tone. A related stunt was having me listen to music from my disc player and mind-fuck me into "thinking" that the PC media player could control it. An elaboration of this was that playing a file on the PC and it was faint; and the planted notion was that the download file has a copying problem. No.. it was the disc player's headphones on my head with nothing playing, and the faint music was from the headphones sitting on the PC. Exciting times in Perp-ville.

Later in the afternoon; is it just me, but why is robust software breaking of late? Media Center is serious hi-fi music player and it won't start properly and hangs, and has to be given the End Task treatment to end it. I start it again, and then it is fine. Tag Scanner is blowing up with "invalid pointer reference" when it has been rock solid for the last two years.

04-27-2014
More screaming at the assholes as they have blocked Cue Tools from working and then all the other music file splitting software I can find is compromised by versions that don't work unless I pay up, even if they say "Free Download" etc. And why would someone be so stupid to put all the songs of one album into one file in the first place? Dealing with the daily inanity of this unrelenting string of sabotaged software is more than I can take. The supposed all inclusive Media Player for which I paid $50 doesn't have any cue splitting functionality. Talk about a gross oversight, but of course I wasn't exposed to this whole file album absurdity until after I bought the software, some two years into ripping audio files (no mp3's). Then to type out this paragraph is also subject to finger fumbling sabotage to the point of yet more screaming at the assholes.

I got hit for a 1.5 hour nap attack around 1700h. Always a good way to punch a hole in one's day, as in nothing to show for it.

Time to call this week done, and suffer another.

Double My Order

03-31-2014
Monday, always a high abuse day, though Fridays are catching up. Did more wine pumping to blend two vintages of the same grape, this time the owners leaving after I started and returning about when I had finished cleaning up. Funny how all these strategic departures when wine pumping; either blending, racking or filtering. Though, no major abuse/Fuckover hassle while they were away.

My order for rack mount brackets got screwed with; I have four pairs of slides which need four mounting brackets per pair, 16 in all. All that was clear, and "somehow" I got scrambled and ordered only 4 pairs when I needed 8. I emailed the ebay outfit over the weekend, but no answer, and they shipped the original order for 4 pairs. So I order another 4 pairs, and take a $50 hit again on shipping. Like WTF; what is the point of this senseless fuckery by scrambling my order and halving it and then foiling any recovery effort to get all 8 pairs shipped together? As most TI's will know, doing same thing more than once is just too hilarious for our Abuser-in-Chief. As for details, maybe it was that I was listening to Lindi Ortega when I ordered the first time, and Wanda Jackson the second time. Such details are truly vital to the perps for whatever reasons they have.

[04-01-2014 Update to above; the ebay outfit sent me an email to say they only had one pair left when their page/item counter said there were six pairs remaining (10 minus the first 4 I ordered. I cancelled the order as I need four more pairs. No doubt this order fuckery has more legs; e.g. getting another four from elsewhere and paying a three times as much. At least, they forced another delay of this wretched rack mount project I got stiffed with, as it has been two months since I got the mating slides and wanted to get a custom plexiglas spacer instead of these rack mount brackets. Such is life in the TI World].

Yoga class with the pixie this evening; they moved the British accented Man in Red to my L. with an intervening regular woman. This shorts wearing goof was kept without saying a peep this session, though he was a total rube to walk into the practice room with his shoes on, place his mat, and then depart for whatever reason, and come back changed. All the class at various times before it began, had to exit the practice room for whatever reason, and then return. Fits the pattern of entrances and exits, something like a farce, though deranged, protracted and out of control.

04-01-2014
Tuesday, and my first day of trying this Almased diet, though in fact it is likely to be hopeless. One, the perps can control how much weight one gains or loses based on past experience. Two, they just love me to look a overweight stalkers, the most Unfavored Fat People, and what better way than having the TI victim overweight? Three, the perps have been pumping the liposuction angle for years now, and with an evaluation visit to the doctor last year (01-2013), I suspect they aren't going to give up on this, despite my usual disregard of perp statements. (When they beat on a theme for years, like 8 or 10, it is very likely to happen that way, as much as one doesn't want to, as they are aces at planting rationalizations in mind).

Though, this Almased thing might have a purpose in food/color energetics games, being a light yellow powder color, and in a mid yellow container with a silver colored coating inside. They have laid on extra yellow colored gangstalking vehicles of late, especially today. And of all things they laid on three fugly colored vehicles in serial formation; a red, a mid-brown and a mustard yellow. This has NEVER happened all at once until yesterday for the very first time. I get plenty of red colored stalking vehicles, sometimes two dissimilar reds in file, and about 1% or less of the vehicular stalking parade is a red-yellow combination, usually bright red with bright yellow. But to insert one of their most reserved vehicle colors, (and loathed/Unfavored colors) between a red-yellow pair is truly exceptional.

Another perp coup was to cause my debit card to split into the chip area and have it "malfunction", with at least three freaks and two light camel colored dogs clustered behind me at the ATM yesterday. The gangstalking parade was at least doubled in driving in from the vineyard today, even a black vehicle passing a white vehicle at a blind bend, and the next oncoming vehicle was white. Then a vintage motorcycle with sidecar act got into it by leaning his motorbike over and elevating the sidecar in the opposite (oncoming) lane. This particular act has never done anything so stupid as this before, but someone needed the sidecar tire elevated and supplied him with the cash/motivation. It seemed like this elevated sidecar act was rather proficient, as he cut a straight line and wasn't wobbling any, though he could of been aided by some extra-gravitational support, all in a day at the office for the Fuckwits.

So... I stopped in at the bank and the customer service evaluated the card, and then concurred with my assessment the split in the plastic running into the chip area was the "problem". I had to supply my driver's licence for ID, and recieved a new card and left the old one behind. And have I not articulated the perp's intense interest in my wallet contents, especially related to the color  and composition of bills? Many times, but this stunt of breaking the card and leaving it behind must of been exceptional, as there was at least 30 vehicles in the parking lot when there is no more than 10 for a Tuesday afternoon. And as I departed, why, five of them coalesced and arrived ahead of me, one being this fugly white and red splotch painted cube van with grey primer paint. Another great stunt/coup for wallet contents games today.

They even put on one of their very obvious finest to do a vehicular gangstalk after visiting the bank. The big black Suburban with tinted windows came for a cruise by. I haven't seen this particular one since about 08-2012.

Not to mention the morning time was highly irregular; they fucked me into sleeping in an extra hour, so it was just the Almased "meal", and shaving my face only. Very often on special Fuckover events they will have me shave just my face, nothing else, for all they like me to be shaved.

04-02-2014
Day 2 of this diet thing, and one more to go on the extreme front. And I see the perps dithered me, and had me eat 3 teaspoons of this special mix, instead of tablespoons. No wonder I felt a little faint today. The gangstalk crush was on; the very large and rotund apple farmer came to natter about the flail mower job he was to perform in the next few days. How did I know, I wasn't in on the discussions last year, and chances are, he would do it the same anyhow. Then the owners drove past the property while we were chatting, and then returned in a short time. Most strange, though I forget the excuse that was proferred at the apple farmer's question to the owner. Later in the afternoon the winemaker for the contract grape buyer came, and said he was in the neighborhood and thought he would drop in. No problem says me, and I direct him to where I thought the owner was. A few minutes later the owner makes some excuse to troop through the winery (two car garage), mentioning her husband was sleeping upstairs, and therefore she couldn't supply the visitors with a bottle of wine. Like WTF; I am the one that makes them up, so why not ask me? No answer.

04-03-2014
1235h A rare mid-day break from work as the boss is so fraught with making last minute additions to the wine that is to be filtered and bottled in two days. So I, (meaning perp planted notions) suggested going off to do errands for a few hours while he makes his mind up about the last minute additions. I didn't even know this was coming, let alone having to hang tough while this last minute hiatus was imposed. I can do my laundry at his place as a partial compensation. And do we know who likes to fuck with my laundry constantly? Why, the Psychopathic Confederacy who have stolen laundry, have their shills wear my clothes (just stolen) to orchestrating the detergent availability, to having Ms. C (in 2002) of the story volunteer to do my laundry, and of course, the relentless wackos and freaks at the laundromat and other semi-public locations like those common apartment locations. Even the coin collecting dweebes arranged their shift to coincide with mine for a few laundry visitations.

All the while strung out for the third and last day of this initial phase Almased diet, and with a few fluid ounces of wine in me, as I was doing wine tasting with the boss before I departed for this mid-day break. And lo, if the gangstalking pods weren't arranged for this time too, and not just for my usual day end parade. They even sprayed the road down with water and followed with a sweeping machine outside the vineyard. And no less, they did road spraying/cleaning this morning in town when I was passing through. Obviously there is a big expectation/jerkaround going on, as per the above confluence in events. Another was the next door neighbor apple farmer arriving on the just-wetted road in his blue tractor as I was about to depart the vineyard, having just closed the gate. This would make it the third time I have seen him in a week, and I don't see him more than 3x/year. Funny how that happens, these confluences of diet change, street wetting/cleaning eruptions, neighbors and of course the vehicular gangstalking, heavy on metallic maroon (deep red) colors.

04-04-2014
Wine filtering hell again, and no coincidence it was on a Friday when extra equipment cannot be acquired. If I had filtered yesterday like I planned, and the boss thwarted, I could of got an extra filter today, as the co-owner went to the wine supplies supplier today to get an extra 0.45 filter for tomorrow's bottling activity. The perps would screw me totally and constantly on setting shut-off valves the correct (intended) way, caused considerable problems with getting the filter housing screwed on, plugged up the cartridge filter, had hoses leak, had me "forget" which way to turn a screw, and endless insane insults on one's competance. The owners were away much of the time, and then would come by on their way through as they had to get a truck rented etc.

 (What is it about threaded nuts and screws that drives the perps to such amazing relentless abuse?)

The boss' mircromanagement incursions resulted in a boneheaded idiot show, arranging the trailer ramp to be backed into a tree so I couldn't use it, forcing me to go over the trailer rail about 80x while tending to the three wine tanks in it (valves, floating lid gaskets inflation and deflation), and he never figured out that it was a total inconvenience. In other words, a self-saboteur without a sliver of cognizance as to what a major job impediment he created.

As I departed late today, why, the perps drove a pickup past me that was towing a trailer with a little one person gyrocopter, or helicopter on it. Last week on one of their considerable vehicular gangstalk parades, they were towing a small single engine aircraft on a trailer. And who knows what is inside all these mainly pickup towed black and white trailers anyhow? I got some aircraft flyovers today, a few helicopters and one small jet, possibly a military one. The usual high altitude jet aircraft were on duty with their muted roar and spewing contrails for whatever the perps get from that. I suspect it has something to do with delineating sky regions, and sometimes the contrails match local mountain peak angles.

04-05-2014
Bottling wine off-site, taking it there, and the mission was accomplishteed. Though the intense micro-management by the boss, fussed and yet not that capable of managerial insight, and was treating me like a child when I demontrated plenty of production line and warehousing smarts. (Having past work experience).  Of course that doesn't bother a micromanager at all, seen to be a total idiot, who will never understand the trail of emotional wreckage they leave behind. He is a carbon copy of my father being such a person, and was I ever glad to leave the family home at age 18 and work elsewhere, anywhere, than be in such verbally abusive circumstances. And today, the perps pulled off the same thing with the same personality type; a over-mangaging and under-cognizant wind bag who thinks he always has a better perspective of what is important in any given situation and his directives are about 90% wrong and never, ever, validates the outcomes, and therefore learns nothing.

So..., a serious abreaction arrangement today along with personal space encroachments by most of the others. They cannot get onto the location I am standing at fast enough it seems.

04-06-2014 Sunday
Cleaning up tanks and fittings after yesterday's epic accomplishment. The perps kept in a dumbstruck mode, clogged and fogged so to make many more back and forth trips than I needed to. In the afternoon I was re-directed to do irrigation work, and help the next door apple farmer's son in connecting the irrigation system at the creek. The job site is a perfect perp location; four water supplies (lake, creek, well and bottled) and a power line covering the E side of the property. When connecting the water supply we found a 5" aluminum pipe that came apart at a joining fitting. I was my duty to raise it for the apple farmer's son to bang with a mallet and hammer while I was holding it up in an attempt to get the fitting back together. It was very difficult to remove with the bolts removed, and all were tight, so how did it come apart by itself? And too, it had rubber seals that popped out, and needed the guy to go back to his place to get more tools. It is very common for the perps to arrange entrances, exits and returns while keeping me in place. In this case it was forest cover, as the pipes run down beside the steep creek gully once being fed from a common weir. Once we fixed the pipe in the gully we went upstream to find a split in the aluminum pipe further upstream, As this was the end of our water line/creek gully work for the present. As it will "happen", the wine tank lids got cleaned with well water, and the tanks will get cleaned with lake water. Such things are important to the perps.

04-07-2014
A rare Monday off today, and I shall get this cleaned up and posted.

Thankless Giving and all That

10-14-2013
Thanksgiving Day in Canada, a day off for the regular workers, but for winemakers in this region, (Okanagan Valley), a very busy time. I was to rack (transfer and leave the sediment behind) the white wine juice with the pumps, some 1200L or so. That makes us very small in the commercial wine world to say the least. And lo, if the serially connected pumps didn't fail at the same time and I had to hand bail the juice with buckets carefully lowered into the bins so to not disturb the sediment. That some two hours was devoted to dismantling the pumps to no avail should also be noted. And that I thought I would finish up early today before this wretchedness sandbagged my plans.

And why have the perps gone silly over creating messes upon messes of late? From coffee grounds that magically appear on my stove top, to smears from nowhere and "errant" droplets flying straight at me.

10-15-2013
 A partial work day due to getting a home installation of a different ISP, modem etc. The installation tech was totally avoidant in not looking at me, almost to the point that he looked stoned, putting on that disconnected far-away look. And even if I leave work two hours early, why, the same oncoming single lane vehicle trains are arranged by color and vehicle type. I get to watch the vehicle in front of me weaving from shoulder line to straddling the center line, in the identical pattern of so many lead-ahead gangstalkers for the past 11 years.

Nearing my residence,. there was a big black unmarked , tinted windowed (both cab and canopy) pickup sitting at the corner, projecting 6' past the stop line. Talk about making a statement, as I make that corner most every day, and there is absolutely no reason to do so, as there are adequate sight lines in both directions at the stop line. So I give the driver a gander, and here he is staring at me with some kind of black uniform on, as he had some kind of shoulder insignia. I stare back at him while making my L. turn, and then he gives me this quizzical look for no reason. Not your average police officer, and probably not one at all; so maybe eye-ball to eye-ball with one of the Thems.

And just when I wanted to go through the bibliographies of two recent books and bookmark them on Amazon, why, they
stripped out the Amazon Wish List button for some reason. Likely to force me to use the browser bookmarking alternative method instead. Such is the absurd pettiness of this singular imposition, aka, life-trashing.

I see that the ISP installed a yellow network cable. I can fix that easy enough, or at least, that was what I thought, but I cannot find a substitute cable and am made to "forget" to buy one every time I am out.

A work related order finally completed; it took three deliveries/retrivals, and at no time did they say any of it was backordered. I had to tell them what was missing each time.

10-17-2013
More order shenanigans; the once reliable and prompt raw food supplier in Naramata "somehow" forgot to send me an email that my order was ready yesterday. I phoned them today to find out where it was at. When I said I didn't get an email  I got "oh". Not even a pathetic "sorry". And intense vehicular gangstalking for a Thursday at 1400h; at least 8 parties of motorcycles, and a single lane construction wait/constriction as they were digging and then burying yellow plastic pipe for a gas line extension. Most curious, in this rural area. Nice drive though.

Vehicles on me when driving to the food suppliers, and then another to take over when arriving, and then when departing. In keeping with the usual minimal interaction of picking up an order at this place, I grabbed the one box with my name on it. It was at least 60lb, very heavy; as it turned out, the box of 12 jars of coconut butter was inside this larger box. And strangely, it was propped up on styrofoam corners inside the larger box. I suppose someone wanted some separation between the two boxes, not forgetting that they were both brown, though not the same tone.

Speaking of brownstalking; a mid brown metallic flake colored pickup was tailing me for at least 10 minutes. This is the first time EVER in 11.5 years of this insane abuse that the perps have directly tailed me with a brown colored vehicle, behind or leading. Even on a "usual" day they might allow some metallic flake tan colored vehicles to cross my path, but never tail me at length.

10-18-2013
Friday; a tanning tonight, after they didn't respond by phone last evening. Again, more perp scripted silliness. I started at 15 min. last week and wanted to up it to 16 minutes, and the attendant says to me. "sixteen minutes again?" Like WTF; how did she know that was what I had in mind?

Vineyard and winemaking work; four fermentations on the go; two red and two white; all in picking bins covered with plastic sheet. Temperature control is at the behest of the Great Outdoors, though we know who can fix that.

Pump repair/installation, a relief from the endless cleaning that is the essential theme of winemaking.

Crazy silly extra vehicular gangstalking this morning; seemingly, because I used a new razor insert to shave with. New hair cutting devices/blades are always a big deal for the perps, as is the new teflon rub strip, another fetish of theirs.

The vineyard puppy is nutty; if it hasn't seen me over a few minutes, it barks at me as if I was an unknown stranger. This dog is getting worse in this respect, not better.

Yoga; this awful woman in dreadlocks managed to get in front of me; I loathe the sight of this unusual and too fulgy hairstyle, and instead of tattoos, I get this Unfavored freak. At least she stayed away from me in the lobby when the class was over.

The much Unfavored male yoga instructor was wearing a red shirt just to look extra Unfavored, as we are at four on this guy; male over 20, large gut, bald head, dumbshit baggy shorts that go below the knee. No mention today of any "thanks for coming on short notice" like two weeks ago.

A faux bum/vagrant in the foyer of the bank at the ATM machines, leaving his plastic bag there, and then going outside to do stand-around duty W facing when I exited, and then S facing when I was driving by to depart. Caucasian, seemingly, with a flat mashed out negro nose. I have found the perps can change nose, eye and all facial features relatively quickly, so who knows what the real story on the vagrant was. Wearing a red hoodie is a signature perp garment. As mentioned many times, the perps are expecially silly over red colors at dusk times.

10-19-2013
Saturday; legs waxed, onto work to perform winemaking tasks for the rest of the day. The now-speckled red legs are surely a preamble to stirring the cap down on the red wine batches.

10-20-2013
I get out of my vehicle with my work bags, and get screwed around with the gate latch for the upteenth time (especially of late),  and this male person starts talking on the other side of the fence. I am still pissing with the lock when this wacko male cyclist in helmet and the white rimmed glasses (perps seem to love that prop) stops by and asks about where the landlord is. I motion to the house some 20 yards away, and then he makes out that the landlord might have been working on his race vehicle in the garage (where I now live, and it is a residence, likely a former garage). I cannot be 100% sure, but this place has been rented out for at least four years, so why ask me about it? Then the guy asks me if I was at the races, and I said no, as I hadn't been. Like WTF; clearly I wasn't into racing cars like my landlord was, and why should anyone assume that he would include me in his hobby when I live in a separate nanny suite? Anyhow, the perps like to plant wierd freaks in front of me, and they like to put on extra noise, especially from aircraft, whenever I pass through this gate, so it stand to reason that the perps want to combine this into a single disruption agent.

10-21-2013
Sunday passed, and I was busy all day on wine bottling. Last night, I had a sudden "need" to get on with September month-end accounting in Quicken, something the perps have an inordinate interest in. It went smoothly, tracking and recalling figures and lines between my Quicken and my online bank statement. An extreme rarity that they didn't rage-ify me at least once. Then when I went into October and reconciled the statement, why, all of a sudden I was beset with cognitive and recall problems, transactions that didn't appear at first, and arrived on the web page when I was in Quicken, or vice versa. Just the usual fraught and rage-ified month-end accounting I have come to loathe.

Anyhow, that kept me busy for the evening, hence no posting. I will attempt to get this one done tonight as it is only a bunch of jottings presently.