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.

Jury Duty Cancelled

02-19-2019
Thankfully, they cancelled my jury duty summons for next week. I never could figure out why they would send a mind-controlled nonconsensual human experimentation subject through such an exercise, casting a formalized proceeding of justice into disrepute (ahem). Well at least, they had me bothered about it for three weeks, and I suppose given how so many times that scenario plays out, it was the real aim. More of Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt (FUD) and they got me FUD-ded big time over that one. Very Funny. I haven't quite been convinced yet that the justice system isn't a slow-motion farce, but perhaps I am a little jaded after 17 years in the trenches of this abuse-athon.

Regular readers will know that I have proposed that it be FUDE, the "E" for "Error" as the perps just love to have me make mistakes. Another prosposed alphabetic is "A" for "Ambiguity", should Uncertainty not cover it all. Say, FUDEA or FUDAE. I digress.

Speaking of which, the perps have started up another round of nonsense over winding up this abuse-athon. Long time readers will know that every five or so years they put on one of these mind games that can run for four months or so, though usually half that. In other words, every smirk, every seeming "tell", every delay in others getting back to me, every pointless endeavor ("not needed, hostilities are going to cease soon), and all other obvious feints and games are tainted with the planted notion that it doesn't matter anyhow, because they are going to wrap this show up.

No they won't and they haven't done so for all the ten or so rounds they have put me through this faux-show of ceasing hostilities, or to them, nonconsensual human experimentation abuses. It ain't going to happen, and given the long running attention they pay to my perceptions, and their attempts to modify them, this is just one more round of orchestrated maze guidance. Check out the label to the left, "harrassment cessation deception" if you really want a vertical study of this particular perp theme that has consistently amounted to a Big Nothing. This too shall pass, but I always hope for such typical long running shows it will be tomorrow, the only definition of "soon" that I subscribe to.

The assholes are still putzing around with the color of my capsules, with the same medication, delivery method and dosage in them for crissakes. That would be a dopamine agonist, and as regular readers will know, this hormone has been a particular study theme of the perps. And too, if the music business is as contained and scripted as been reported (Brice Taylor, "Thanks for the Memories" as one example), and so very many songs go on about love, and all its associated emotional valence. Well guess what?; love is a big dopamine rush as determined by brain scan studies! We, the human race, are all in this together, just in differing degrees and awareness.

That was at least an hour exercise to get the above pic edited and saved due to an error in MS Paint. It wouldn't let me save the cropped image to a new file, saying there was an "error". And of course, that was the last of any kind of technical guidance from MS; no links to Help or anything like that. Nor would it save to a PDF file, nor any drawing files of Open Office, and finally I used "Screenshot" expecting the full screen with all the Paint command area, and lo, it didn't, just the working image for crissakes.

No one, other than MS, can do better at taking one for a techno-semantic screw-around. I started on mainframes and industrial strength software a long time ago; IBM, DEC and VMS, Unix System V, (and much of their software that came with the machine and the OS, and also Oracle, and they ALL had a very disciplined and clear visual and semantic convention and naming standards. (This is pre-GUI, but the p[rinciple remains the same). Here we are closing on three fucking decades of MS Windows and they cannot get it straight as to what a "screenshot" is. I gave up long ago when the MS shit show rolled into town and everyone piled on top, disregarded the extant conventions and semantic standards, and everyone ate it up, from DOS to Windows 10. Out of the box they got it stupid; putting a "\" in where everyone else, particularly Unix, was using a "/". Maybe the perps had a hand in it too, not only fomenting the stupid shit, creating the market, but also screwing my head as to making the visual translations due to MS's intransigence over using conventions. And I am quite sure there are backdoors into popular operating systems as a condition that it become ubiquitous in the OS marketplace.

Finally I got to start vineyard work today. After giving me a start date two weeks later than last year, and then putting me off for another week, and then another day due to yesterday's Family Day holiday. And of course the afternoon was messed up with a dental appointment and a following automotive repair appointment. Time without fail, the perps will fuck up any kind of start to a new work site, or work start up by hammering me with appointments and like forced departures. I feared the above mentioned jury duty was going to be another one of these "start up" sabotage/temporary departures, but no, as they cancelled it. I suspected the whole deal wasn't going ahead anyhow.

And so I got started on vineyard pruning this morning; the boss man was super casual, "a little harder than last year". To be fair, I pruned this vineyard last year all by myself, save for five rows by another woman who had pruned them before I arrived. And lo, if she isn't coming back to help, even if she isn't an employee. Whatever. The boss man says to "go easy on the hours" for crissakes.

And I found out from the boss man that he has been working at the other site for at least two weeks and hired last year's winter helper ahead of me. Given that said boss man was laying on some BS about being laid off first last year as the other woman had worked there longer, it just seemed like more games. I checked out my employment record (ROE) from last year, and I just made the minimum of 14 weeks for unemployment benefits.

Speaking of which, I sent a strident, but not rude, name calling or otherwise nasty email to the accountant that is holding up my Record of Employment, and thereby, my unemployment benefits, and still haven't heard back. That was yesterday. I sent a copy to his boss (the CEO), whom I met twice on the construction job, and he said he would look into it, and said I could call him any time. Nice of him. I replied last night and said I would be glad for his help to expedite this matter, but no answer today either. Like WTF; I just don't get it as to why the transference of my employment details to an official form on a web site is getting held up for over two months. And there is only one outfit in my existence that would be the root cause of this insane fuckery. As they say in organizational behavior; if someone is acting like a jerk (unreasonable twit... or fill in the blank....) they either are one, or whoever is jerking their chain, is. This accountant seemed like a reasonable person when I twice spoke with him on the phone.....

Here we go again; reasonable people inexplicably acting in an unreasonable manner. And all this Global Weirdness took a sudden leap by at least an order of magnitude since 02-2002 when this insane shit storm of relentless abuse rained down on me and has never let up since. Another fine coincidence.

And of course, the perp assholes exploit this administrative obstruction by planting the notion that the whole deal doesn't matter as they are going to wrap up their hostilities. Yeah right; been there, had it done to me, and it never materializes as advertised, no matter if the medium is telepathic.

All was well and good with the dental cleaning; my teeth and gums are looking good, and it wasn't the wall of worry (yet another ailment) I was expecting.

Onto the Ford dealership to have a new flasher relay (turn signal relay) installed, as the present one is losing its audibility. Yes, I checked my hearing and it is just fine. As to what this means for perp games I don't know, save a different EMF signature when I make turns, as I use my turn signal faithfully, unlike so many drivers in this town. (Another post 04-2002 eruption of peculiar public behavior, driving behavior being a prominent subset of the human behavioral shift that took place in my presence, aka, a sudden onset of Global Weirdness.

And of course the perps have no end of interest in me everytime I make a turn, be it in a vehicle or ambulatory. The ansiotropic properties of the ether, earth's photonic field or whatever it is. Anisotropy being the quality of having different physical properties in different directions; e.g. wood, in that it can be readily split in the vertical direction (y), but not from any side (y or z).

The Ford dealership wait in the waiting area was its usual buzz; it just seems that everyone wants coffee at 1430h in the afternoon, and of course that is where the coffee machine is. The high tattoo marking of the staff was again evident, women included. Would this be a hiring prerequisite? And I see they moved the 200 gallon salt water aquarium some 15' to the other side of the waiting area; it seems they didn't need to move it at all (fishy?), but again, I don't know the rationale for these things.

My friendly blonde and cute service attendant wasn't there at the Ford dealership today, though I kept looking for her. And of course the perps exploited this up by having plenty of passing feminine footwear noise going on to cause me to look. Another one of their themes; dashed expectations. Later I found out from the tattooed woman service representative that the blonde lady was off that day, following the stat holiday.

And I see that my agitation to get my Record of Employment (ROE) papers was finally rewarded. The CFO came through the next day and set the official set to the agency that deals with these matters. Perhaps my good standing with the CEO whom I met a few times on the autumn construction project also had a bearing on expediting this. And now I must wait for my "claim" to be adjudicated. keep me in suspense or what.

 02-24-2019
Sunday, and I got on with cleaning and vacuuming, the latter being an activity that the perps don't like me to do given the strange increase in the "lapses" that have "happened" over this particular task, again, since 04-2002.

A whole two further days of pruning in the vineyard this work week; it snowed a little one day. And as a bonus, the Pyrenees Mountain dog came out both days and we had a good play in the snow. My pal, the Snow Bear can roar past me even within two rows (the aisle in viticulture terminology), and can duck under the lowest trellis wire with the greatest of ease. The dog knows he has me beat in any kind of running game. Hence avoiding close-in wrestling games at first, and then by the second day we got into some fun wrestling. Small vignettes of fun, and about the only ones I get other than viewing Monty Python's Flying Circus on Netflix. The latter being the epitomy of visual GUI design gone wrong, going one worse than an Android touch phone on a PC no less. And raising the notion of dumping Netflix's ass once my MPFC binge is done.

In fact, Netflix went one worse recently by inserting a partial screen of an active trailer that one cannot turn off, advertising one of their own films or series of course. Like WTF; only by hitting Browse to access one's own saved shows does one get out of this imposed viewing.

Anyhow, the visual design interface, or any interaction interface for that matter, seems to be of high perp interest as well, and I won't get into all the times they have screwed me over in using a new tool, software or other device. Sometimes they let me master something unfettered by imposed dithering, and then later sandbag me with confusion and fuckery, often exploiting the event of an absence from its use. Other times, the perps put up a total wall of fuckery at the outset and have all kinds of commands or buttons not work as designed, and put me into a total bind, usually ending by me screaming at the assholes and shutting the thing down. The above mentioned use of Paint is an example, as I use it only a few times a year, and invariably get sandbagged with an interface re-design, or worse yet, a semantic design excursion.

Two nights ago the perps hit me with a double cramp in my legs; the identical location on each of my inner thighs, and of essentially equal pain. This particular location of the imposed cramp made it difficult to deal with in bed, as I can often flex my feet against the wall and relieve the cramp. This time I had to roll out of bed very fast before the cramp came on hard, and then walk it out. But as if often the case, it just "happens" that my toe snagged the sheet and I couldn't get out fast enough, and the cramp pain came in harder until I could stand up. Seconds count, and in these situations, the perps impose more time delaying adversity almost without fail. Even at that it was difficult to walk, and I was in screaming pain for at least 10 minutes. Well done assholes. So it would seem that they were testing another muscle group, or grouping, that had to do with walking. Go fuck someone else for once.

The advance tip off for the sleep interruptions of the cramps was that I went to bed early; 2200h on a Friday night is rather unusual for me. But as I was tired and felt depleted, I thought it best if I go to bed early. That in itself is a rarity, but the perps have been 100% consistent (a rarity too) in disrupting any attempt such as this to get to sleep earlier than usual. (We are only talking an hour or two here). Their usual early-to-bed sleep disruption is to keep me tossing and turning for hours, sometimes all night. (And curiously, not be any bit tired from it). But this time they decided to pull a two leg cramp stunt that was decidedly painful. I haven't had one since 10-2018, and one of the current dopamine agonists medications that I started just last week, mirapex, is often given to patients with restless legs problems. Well done perps; you give me a painful sleep disruptive condition I haven't had for four months that flies in the face of the medication that I am now taking (for other reasons).

And Friday's later-day feeling of depletion is nominally assigned to perp fuckery that transpired in the morning, by having me get up later than normal and then get "panicked" into getting my normal morning routine done quicker. And of course, as they always do, they use this as an excuse to screw me in some other way. This time it was "forgetting" to take my morning medications, one of which (pictured above) is of intense perp interest as it is a dopamine agonist. I felt reasonably OK for the whole day of boring pruning work, and I can only surmise they needed a medication-free day to do yet more testing on whatever is of interest to them at the moment.

A job interview this afternoon; more vineyard work, but hopefully it will be more interesting than at present, and more focused. We shall see, but I am cautiously optimistic. I had a case of feeling "stoned" (de-realized) while driving home after the interview, surely (yet again) the perps up to their games of suspending my temporal lobe activity by whatever remotely applied means they have. It seems they have been doing this for a long time, even before they went berserk/overt in 04-2002.

Here is one for the record, as this has been banging around in my head and so I thought I would get this into print. Back when I was five years old, my mother said that I was a "guinea pig", which of course I had to ask what that meant, and she told me it was an animal that was used for experiments. (And as I later earned about what experiments were, confusion entered into the picture as it seemed mice were really the experimental mammals of choice, and as far as I know, still are). I did not process that one in its entirety then, not even knowing much about what an experiment was. And so, after the 04-2002 apartment assault and follow-on street assaults with masers, electromagnetic hits, and after a few more years of reflection, this little nugget came into recall. And it makes perfect sense; the assholes were on to me then, but only in 04-2002 did they out themselves and make this abuse/nonconsensual experimentation imperative (aka, as a TI) overt. It was not only the Day of Infamy, but also that the perps went berserk/overt as I often name it.

Enough for a posting and on with another week of being a TI.

Catching Up

02-16-2019
A posting to catch up for the past two weeks, having got the Feb. 4 posting done (dated Feb. 16 by Blogspot).

More snow for this region, and the whole of the Pacific Northwest, including Puget Sound, Vancouver and Victoria as well. That has kept me busy as I have been shoveling out the landlord's property too. As it faces the street, I am to clear the sidewalk and of course, make the pathways on the property clear too, as well as his two vehicles parked out front, visible from the street. All to give the property that lived-in look, as they are away in Mexico for 8 weeks. Good timing on their part for all the continued snowfalls.

No work this week, save a day helping out my former millwork installation employer for one day. I spent a considerable time doing caulking of counter tops at this commercial construction site where I had worked from 08-12 in 2018. The caulking job seemed like a prequel to my own caulking efforts at my residence the next day. I caulked some 4' in the shower stall after removing the old fugly molded caulking, and also recaulked another 4' of the counter top I installed at my residence about four weeks ago. And note, this is the very same counter top at the construction site, having been given some 16' of it after the job was done. I suppose they wanted a "repeat", where I do the same job on the same material at the construction site, and then at my residence, one day apart.

I also conveyed my continuing annoyance to my co-worker about the employer's wilful intransigence about getting my unemployment benefit paperwork done. It should be "paperwork" in quotes, as it is simply a no brainer electronic transmission to the government. And yet the fucker, an registered charter accountant no less, won't get this done. And how would he like to go two months with no pay? Time to write a nasty email to start his work week. And then start a complaint with the accounting practices board of which he is a professional member. Then as to what is next I have no idea, save naming the asshole. (I see the employer's website has changed recently so there are no more employee pictures, just the names). I simply cannot believe this fucking shit show has gone on for two months for absolutely no reason. Besides, even if the employment was acrimonious, which it isn't, the employer must furnish this document, called the Record of Employment (ROE). As to why the law puts so much control of an individual into some paper pusher's hands with no penalties of significance is beyond me. And it has been two weeks since I submitted a formal request, and nothing from the government either.

And BTW, I see the government now has their unemployment related forms online again; the Request for a Record of Employment form is now available online. When I was looking for it, it so "happened" that it wasn't, and the link was broken, which then caused me to go the the government's Service Canada office in town and request one. And as it "happened" they didn't have it either, (supposedly) and so I got snookered into a 1.5 hour wait in their office where an orchestrated brown people stalk-athon unfolded, as mentioned in a past blog posting.

For "some reason" I could not get to sleep, and spent most of the night awake before getting up at 0600h. I had to deal with the 8" of snowfall that morning, shoveling the sidewalks and pathways on behalf of the landlord who is away in Mexico. The street snow clearing was so overwhelmed that I decided to walk to the hospital construction site. That was a 30 minute walk or so, not bad considering the poor snow removal, both sidewalks and streets.

There was only one remaining co-worker, so we chatted plenty at the two breaks. He will be winding up the job in two weeks or so. He may need me for a day next week to do some heavy lifting etc.

The stalking coverage is getting more intense these past 4 weeks, since the start of New Year when I returned to Penticton. The Fuckwits are constantly on my ass when I get out of my vehicle or make a turn (ambulatory or driving). And the pit-lamping too; beaming headlights on me. The just-stand-there stalkers have also increased; these ridiculous assholes who stand in mid-sidewalk looking at their phones. I suppose it is a better cover story than the ones who just stand there without a prop, which was in plenty evidence before the ubiquity of so-called smart phones.

I had to do one of the routinely scheduled health care shit samples (every 5 years), and the Fuckwits were all over me at the waiting area in the lab at the hospital. All duly arranged, as I had the paper lab order with me the day before when I did a work day (per above), but "somehow" forgot to go to the lab afterwards. Another convenient "forget" that makes all these kinds of events seem so very arranged.

Got zapped in the night; I haven't had one of these for a while, but a sudden jolt to my thigh got me awake right quick.

And more perverse dreams, that could only of been planted. It was a vivid dream about working on an IT project, something I haven't done in 18 years since the harassment came on. Why did they plant that on me?

And a phone stunt from the computer tech where I took my spare PC in to get dual boot running. He finished the job, I picked the computer up, and later that day he phones me, but not in his usual manner of introducing himself and who he is working for and the purpose of his call. This time, I get a call and he asks is "Monica there?", and I say no, as there isn't one here. Then he makes up this lame excuse about looking at the wrong work order, which then ties him to the computer repair outfit, though I was beginning to recognize the voice. A very lame excuse it seems, as the work order for my PC was done, so why would he have mine next to an active work order? Nor does he backtrack to introduce himself in this faux confusion.

Anyhow, I don't go into a lot of detail on this topic in this her blog, though I will talk to TI's in person if I come to know them. I have made references to ML in past postings, as this theme (person) gets constantly planted on me (in mind) all day long, sometimes 200x or more. And I have seen her twice for real, and her likeness (height, build, age) at least a dozen times more. And so this computer tech just "happens" to mention that person by her first name in his supposedly errant call, momentarily confounding me without his usual self introduction? Yeah, right.

I worked on a bottling line for wine for three days last week. Same deal as always; just when everything is going right, no mean feat for all the technical issues and the cold, why, the bottling line shuts down. When I say "going right", I am referring to a kind of mind-state where it just seems that one isn't doing a whole lot of thinking beyond the assigned activities of supporting the production line. There is something about humans (and of course the nonconsensual human experimentees, aka TI's)  and production line work that seriously interests the perps.

02-18-2019
A statutory holiday in these here parts, Family Day for crissakes. I seems there was too long of a stretch between January and Easter, so they created a new one, invoking a sentimental excuse. Or, in my read on it, more like the politicians were told to do so, as the perps just love to disrupt routines, even the regular Mon-Fri weekday workers.

I spent the better part of yesterday getting the electronic gear back in its rack, and all of it then connected and moved under this new bench I built a few weeks ago. I also had to get the rack cut down and rejoined so it would go underneath. But for "some reason" the printer is on the blink, even if MS Windows says there is no problem with it. The before and after
pics.

And another related serious interest of the perps that I have come to find in recent months is my use of tools. That is, any use of a tool, and all the more interesting to them if I switch tools, say, use an impact driver instead of a drill. And it can be even shifting my use of snow removal tools; the sled-like pushing tool and then swapping over to use the snow scoop to clean up the trails of snow that the pushing tool missed. I noticed this particular example a few days ago when shoveling snow at about 0700h; the street yapping males just "happened" to start up some 30 seconds before I swapped snow removal tools. That there would be anyone outside at this time of morning just to stand and natter is unusual, and such timing doesn't go unnoticed when it seems that every noise around me is orchestrated to microsecond level precision, and of course, with designed volume and harmonic frequencies. And annoyance levels too.

And when working on the construction site job from 08-12, 2018, I either used other's tools, or bought my own, and loaned them out on a temporary basis. My co-workers also had some tool acquisition binges too, and I often shared in the tool talk, picked them up to admire, or on occasion borrowed them. As to what all that means to the perp assholes I have no idea. Just leave me the fuck alone, as I have been screwed enough.

And that should be it for the week.

Eclipsed

08-21-2017
Only a partial eclipse above the 49th parallel; but the sunlight level did dip some and it got colder at about 1000h PDT. I was working in the vineyard then, and lo, if my break time was timed to be just then. The assholes had me sleep in another hour after the alarm, so I elected for a 0800h start time, instead of the usual 0700h. The first break is usually two hours after start time, and so I got to have my break as the eclipse was on. I had plenty of sleep, so there was absolutely no need for an extra hour's sleep, so I suppose the perps  were up to their usual get-up time manipulations, this time in service of their long running stunt of dimming down the sun intensity. This time of course, it was predicted and within the natural order of things, such as we know them on this planet.

And as one can seen the "chem trails" crowd were on the job at the moment of the eclipse, doing their usual thing of emulating either cloud formations (har, har) or often times, land forms. In this case it is the former in all its contrivations.

An astonishing computer intrusion last night; I was listening to KW on allflac last night and I decided I liked the album, but the buttons said "download" instead of the usual "add to cart". So I clicked the button and got the downloaded album for free; most odd. Then I unpacked the zip file and copied them to move to my RAID disc, and created the parent KW directory (a new to me artist), and lo, the album title showed up. Then a second directory with another album that I liked. I went into Tag Scanner to clean up the file names and rename them just the way I consistently do. But they were already renamed just the way I do it; track-song title-artist-album name. I couldn't believe it. A free download, plus one extra album, directories created and files renamed exactly how I wanted. After downloading hundreds of albums from this site, I just cannot get over it, and all this to my favor instead of the usual adversity.

08-22-2017
Vineyard work, and only a little smokey, and I got some tanning done (shirt off- casual place), and music listening. The latter activity was postponed for later in the morning after the vehicle in the next orchard quit pummeling me with their vehicle radio, doors open, all for me to hear at loud volume. Then after four hours of listening to my headphones, they cranked up their radio volume again, presumably to punch through the headphones, even if it was just when there were inter-track gaps. But of course at this point, that is, noise inundation through the headphones, they put on a few helicopters, and the adjacent house building noise also reached a crescendo.

I have it figured that I will be working at this vineyard, or more correctly, jointly managed vineyards (two), as in both instances, the owners are building a new house. The perps like to compensate cooperating employers, and one of the seeming methods is arranging the construction of a new house. Recall that my employer of 2015-16 was building a new house. Anyhow, there was a full time job that I was unable to respond to in 02-2017, and it has remained unfilled, so I am hoping it comes up again. I have my doubts given the number of times I have been baited by the "perfect" job, as posted, and it doesn't materialize. There is no agency that loves to mess with victims' minds over the theme of "don't count your chickens before they hatch" than the perps. Just hilarious, and now 15 years of these mind-fuck pummelings.

08-23-2017
A Wednesday off work due to a mid day doctor appointment in Kelowna. It was for an IV  to supply an iron medication, as I don't absorb it from my diet. And if your are low dopamine,  your are low iron as I read there in the doctor's office,- I took my book) as it took 1.5 hours or so to drip in. It was a double dose, and so the IV bag was a deep brown color, I suppose, twice as the single doses of last year.

And in keeping with the perps and their color coordination games, it wasn't too much of a surprise to see deep brown UPS vehicles on the road, and too, the brown skinned folk out greater numbers. One stunning piece of idiotic driving was these three negroes in a blue vehicle who pulled in front of my parked vehicle and stopped in mid-street, skewed as if they were making a R turn, but stopped. As it "happened" they were stopped because they were about to enter a one way street in the wrong direction and somehow "failed" to notice this at first. I haven't seen anything quite so stupid for a while, which was last year when there was a car full of negroes stopped in mid-street, unable to continue their turn for whatever reason, all to hold me up of course. It maybe another 10 years before they let me wear a brown shirt, assuming they mind fuck me into it, which they can do readily. One doesn't own one's dislikes in this rabbit hole.

And in an unrelated game of fuckery while in Kelowna, the I was skunked out of getting work gloves at a particular store that has them at half the price locally. The notion to get some replacements had been going on for over a month, as I am down to my last pair, holed in the fingers as they are. (The perps just love to blow holes in my gloves; once I had a pair at work that developed holes while they were unused on my break time). Anyhow, I go to this store, and lo, they are out of size M. Lots of L and XL, but I like M size as extra long floppy fingertips just drive me to distraction. Another case of dashed expectations, or is it, planned shortages.

There was a woman at the parking lot when I arrived, whose card wouldn't work, and tried it twice. She was first to arrive at the meter among three of us, and since her card didn't work,  she let the cute babe go ahead in turn. Her card worked fine and then first woman tried her card, and it still didn't work, kind of getting her card in ahead of each of us. Then when it didn't work, she let me pay, cash, and I was done. Then she said she would park elsewhere. No matter; and lo, once I exited the doctor's office and one of the staff led ahead (on lunch break), and I turned the corner on the street, why, the woman with the seemingly dysfunctional card was on the street in her ridiculous day glo sunglasses.

In the waiting room at the doctor's office, two fat women were on either end of the red leatherette couch, so I sat in the white single chair. Then three women came in, two fat sisters and one slim daughter, two of them standing near me. It was kind of like a fat women's stake out, save the daughter. Eventually one of the original fat women was called to her appointment, and a blonde woman came in a few minutes to sit in her place.

After the IV drip, I headed to my vehicle in the parking lot, and there were three white trades vans just sitting there with the Fuckwits sitting in them. Like WTF; since when did trades folk go to a public downtown parking lot just to sit there, even if it was lunch time? As long term readers will know, white trades vans seem to be the vehicle of choice to hound me, and when all this shit came down in 04-2002 there were suddenly out in profusion and haven't let up since.

No other spectacular driving idiocy today, despite being on the highway one hour N bound, and again, S bound. Funny how the perps let off sometimes. Though I had plenty of vehicles around me for most of the trip, nothing new there. I had a laddered pickup (aka "Ladder Patrol") hound me for the first 10 minutes when heading N bound, and an ambulance came in the opposite direction during this interval. I wouldn't be gangstalker-free at the South Pole.

08-24-2017
I worked two jobs today, and I see a forest fire was timed such that the fire retardant aircraft flew over me in each location. And with a N wind, they turned above the former vineyard I worked at for five months until June on their approach to the airport. (When I was there there were many fire retardant aircraft overhead, making turns, empty or loaded depending on wind conditions). I finished the part time job and texted the vineyard owner on my completion and hours.

08-25-2017
So much for the IV iron preventing me from afternoon napping at home. Another day in the vineyard, and lo, if the assholes didn't screw me out of my digital audio player, as they had me "forget" to charge it up last night, and only let me know as I was about to head out the door. Then to add insult to injury, the Power Amp phone player also failed inside of an hour due to some kind of software upgrade glitch. (I have been through the Power Amp app forced upgrade issue before, and am fucking fed up with this senseless version contingency failure problem, hence acquiring a dedicated digital audio player). Thanks a bunch assholes; twice jerked around over portable audio player failure in one day.

The part time vineyard owner texted me in the morning and said there was a paycheck for me on the fridge. I texted him back and said I would be there at 3:15, after my day job. I went there at that time, and no one was there, save their poodle who wanted to play, and I obliged, as I am a former poodle owner, and that is the one thing they love to do- play. I tried their door even, and it was locked. So WTF; I arrive exactly when I said I would, and no note, and no one was there. What is it about these fuckarounds over getting paid? One part time vineyard of a few years ago pulled this shit too; they said the paycheck would be under the door mat and it wasn't, necessitating another trip there.

08-26-2017
Saturday, a day off, but what a fuckaround of a day. First, I was awakened at 0700h after an 8 hour sleep, and somehow it took me another 1.5 hours to finally get out of bed. I got my laundry done at the laundromat amidst the relentless vehicle trains at 1000h, and while out, I yet again, got skunked on acquiring these particular gloves (per above) I prefer at a work wear store that normally has them.

The weather was sunny, but with the Kelowna fires, there was smoke haze in the air, but not anywhere near as bad as the prior 6 weeks. After lunch, it would of been ideal for me to lay down on a towel in the grass outside my place, but as the landlord applied 2-4-D in the last few days (without notice this year), the chemical stink was intolerable. Inside, the perps ground me down for a two hour nap attack in the afternoon (after reading for 30 min.), and from my sun worshiping perspective, it would of been far better to lie down and sleep outside and get a tan at the same time. But it was not allowed in this constrained and orchestrated world of being a mind controlled experimentee, especially when my sunlight exposure is so highly important to the perp's objectives.

And after the above colossal and unneeded sleep, I tested and packed up my stereo amplifier, as it has been flaky for the last month. But the perps had a few more games to play, as it wasn't working in the L channel, and now it was. But it flaked out sometimes, but the digital audio player wouldn't play at all, so I played it through my little used headphone amp and it was fine. I also swapped the speakers, and they were fine. I went through this senseless and utterly confounding shit twice last year when the YBA amp crapped out, as the repair job was faulty. So I got a new amp, and now it has crapped out. What is it about stereos, and music reproduction that the perps need to sabotage it so much, so often? I just don't get it. Infuriated barely covers my exasperation.

I had intentions to collect my paycheck from the part time vineyard, but lo, I never heard from them all day. After standing me up yesterday, I thought they might of been somewhat contrite, but no, these things don't happen in this state of been kept in a managed Fuckover scene, 24x7.

With damn near everything going wrong today, it has been one long day of screaming at the assholes over nearly every move. All these fake touches, having me blunder into things, having things constantly snag and hang up, and then the extended and unneeded forced afternoon nap. And now, no end of keystroke errors. I have had enough today.

08-27-2017
Sunday, and another day off; vineyard work is less demanding as one gets closer to harvest. With any luck, I can get another two weeks of work into September. After that, it is sporadic harvest jobs.

And what a night last night; they kept me awake while prone in bed and wanting to get to sleep for over four hours, in this slow "rotisserie" state, where some kind of invoked discomfort causes me to turn some. This time, about every 15 minutes for at least four hours. I suppose I got some sleep along the way, but it didn't seem like it. Short shrift for some 10 hours of prone time.

And what did they do to me in the night that has caused such pain to my rib cage and also into the back of it too? All day I have had a sore rib cage, most noticeable when bent over and more force is exerted upon it. No bruises or visible damage curiously, as they seem to treat me lightly for these kind of visible marks, unlike some TI's I know.

I was up for hiking today, to McIntyre Bluff, but was delayed by a road race on the highway. The ITU Multisport Championships were wrapping up today, and the perps like to keep me clueless as to what is going on. But what is it about the perps and them not allowing me to start a hike early? All my life I started hikes early, and ever since they invaded there is one thing after another that stops me from getting away any sooner than 1100h, and usually 1200h before I start the actual hike.

Anyhow, enough for a week, and onto posting this.

Glassware Sabotage

03-20-2017
And what is it about glassware that so interests the perps? From glass bottles to glass storage vessels, they are totally besotted. So much so in fact, the assholes punched a hole in my borosilicate glass Bodum vessel. It is just the perfect size to grasp, and serves to keep half my smoothie in for the next day. BUT FOR SOME REASON the assholes needed to break it, this time surreptitiously, as they didn't cause me to fumble or drop it, their usual routine so to blame the victim. None of that; I cleaned it, put it in the rack, and looked at it a while later, and lo, if the assholes didn't put a hole in it, pictured below. No glass pieces to be found in the sink or anywhere and more unusually, no cuts, aka, bloodletting, one of their all time favorite jerkarounds.  And what is the meaning of that for crissakes? All to change up the vessel I suppose, and too, change the design as I don't see these straight sided vessels available any more. Who knows, maybe the new ones come from a different factory too, and that fascinates the perps too.

Long time regular readers will know that they pulled this shit over my Bodum coffee maker about three years ago, and as part of it, had my mother's one drop out of the cupboard and smash, all so I could recover the hardware parts. Later, I took her hardware parts and mated them to my same sized coffee maker, to re-construct a coffee maker with different generations of parts, vessel, handle, stem, filter and lid. Then a year later they fucked me out of drinking coffee with the invoked pissing problem.

 Anyhow, Monday night yoga stalk wasn't quite the "squeeze together" show of last week, and the dude count was down to 4, from six. They put the blonde babe back on again, this time at the other side of the room, not beside me like three weeks ago when she was last there as a major distraction. In the lobby after class, she came to "visit" in all her gorgeous legs, (wearing shorts) while I was putting on my footwear, strutting about and making sure I saw her in all her majesty. Then they inserted the regular stalker dude following her, the one who hangs around me and "happened" to be on door stunt duty last week.  That is, the one who was on the other side of the door of the practice room when I opened last week, a regular stalk-stunt that "happens" far too often to be coincidence. Now that the cold weather has abated, I must devise a way to get the hell out of the yoga lobby area faster, so these loitering Fuckwits don't have a chance to put on their show. But one can readily figure out their countering ploy; instead of letting me leave the class first or second, with everyone hanging back for some weird reason, they will suddenly start hurriedly leaving and block my egress. It is worth a try, just to see if the mass stalking behavior suddenly changes.

03-24-2017

Pruning vines all day yesterday, and today. The good news is that we have finished pruning the some 30 acres, finishing late today. In characteristic fashion the perps sabotaged my electric pruner set yesterday morning, just after the morning break. The electric pruners had been working fine the day before, and for the first two hours. Then it just plain conked out. Classic perp timing; when 80-90% done, the essential tool craps out. So I used hand pruners (secateurs) and loppers to do the job, including all today. So I was the one of five without the red vest with its integral battery pack, and of course, no electric cutting tool. And what was that all about? Four of the five of us have identical models, all purchased at the same time last year, and all of them held up fine except for the set that I had. (We each kept the same set each day). So what was that piece of sabotage all about? In past experience, the assholes have multiple aims; no red garment (vest), no battery pack on my back, no EMF discharge from the cutting tool, use of different hand, wrist and arm muscles in manual application of pruning tools etc. All while the rest of crew kept going with using their electric pruners of course. All fascinating comparative details if you are a perp Psychopath and have been hounding the victim for nearly 15 years as to what color of garments one wears, proximity to electric energy fields and EMF pulses. And all the better while pruning, as in cutting plant material, another perp preoccupation that has been evident early on since they first went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002.

And I suppose, when one reads "The Secret Life of Plants", and finds that plants have a electro-sensitivity to adjacent plants being harmed, it seems to add the perp need to discover something about plant-human (psychic?) interactions. Lets see; human have been plant tending for 10,000 years, and assuming the Psychopaths (perps) were present then, then why in the fuck have they rounded on me in this macabre nonconsensual human experimentation project, after arming me with a battery pack and an electric pruning tool, and as a job, pruning vines for a living? I don't know, and I am sure a lot of abetting assholes (scum-inals in my parlance), who do know.

And what was with the cough-stalking with my crew members today? Four of the five of them broke into coughing while proximate to me, plus a few well timed sneezes. And fakey coughs too. The boss man had a cough all day long and had an unerring knack of timing his coughing just as I put the manual pruners around the vine cane I was about to cut. Another piece of adroit cough timing was when I had just made a pruning decision as to what to cut. So do they sign up to be invaded so they are forced to cough at the exact moment that is perp preferred?

Onto another current beef; I have been trying to sell my Camry for two months now, and so far I have got three text/email responses and one person came and saw it, but didn't buy it. Today another (rare) call, and a tentative meeting, but she phones at the appointed time to say she cannot make it. At least she phoned, unlike other no-shows. Other prominent sale blockages of the long past include real estate and lo, if I didn't lose a bundle in a stable, if not, rising market. Never mind been hung out to dry for a year.

03-25-2017

After three weeks, my RCA interconnect cables arrive in the mail, precipitated by a solder "failure" that self erupted inside the RCA plug housing of my extant cables. It took a 10 days for "Express" mail to make it from MN to BC. Then to add insult to injury, the landlady kept the package overnight and dropped it off this (Saturday) morning when I was out attending to laundry. Given the need the perps have to mess with connecting cables, including driving (vehicular gangstalking) all those phone and internet service vehicles around me, why should be I surprised?

03-26-2017

The perp's need to add the "running Fuckwit" gangstalkers was finally revealed to me. These are the seeming (out of place) idiots who are arranged to run on the streets in street wear, and do not include the plethora of day-glo runners/joggers out for exercise. The "running Fuckwits" will run on city blocks where there is no bus route, or even on suburban streets where there are no offices. So much for the excuses like running for a bus or late for an appointment. The last-most "running Fuckwit" of note was an E. Indian (from India) running along a suburban secondary arterial in a turban and a suit. No bus route, no nearby stores, incongruous running clothing, so what was the excuse?

Well as it turns out, the basis of aerial flight is the lift provided by the earth's photonic energy field, and not the pressure difference between the lower and upper wing surfaces. Otherwise, an aerobatic aircraft would never fly, as it has a symmetrical wing cross section. Or, aircraft could not fly upside down. More speed begets more lift. So... it would seem the running Fuckwits would be picking up more photonic energy than that of their adjacent gangstalking confreres, and it would seem they want to compare this elevated energy interaction to adjacent other and myself (kept in a densfied magnetic field) in whatever way they do. So you thought the Olympic track and field show was all about athleticism?

A total shut-in day this Sunday, and am still getting motivationally blocked on putting my dopamine paper together so to escalate this multi-faceted problem in search for a doctor that gives a shit. Not forgetting this insane dopamine obstruction theme began in 04-2002 when the assholes shanghai-ed me into hospital and took my dopamine enhancing stimulant medications away (that were very effective) and fed me dopamine agonists (blocking the dopamine and making me MUCH worse). If you think doctors are to help you and are acting in the patient's best interests you are sadly mistaken in my experience. Are we any any further in the West (Canada and the US in this case) than Soviet-style methods of sending state-deemed undesirables into mental hospitals with no due process and for no clinical reason? No. And keep a print out of all your contacts with you, as it saved my ass while in there. And check on what the doctor wrote in the chart (record) before the consult ends, as they will fucking lie to make themselves seem important.

Anyhow, enough of the daily detritus of dealing with Psychopathic Confederacy and screaming at the assholes so I can key what I want instead of having my fingers re-directed. Some 40 years of keyboarding and this is where I am kept.

Bereft of News

10-29-2016
Saturday, and a whole day off, though I work tomorrow at the winery.

And I am bereft of news as I haven't been keeping daily jottings that get later expanded into the daily news listing. So here are some thematic rambles that cover the week.

But starting with the context, of working at a winery as a temporary harvest hand. Most days of the M-F work week there has been grapes coming in, some low volume days, some more, 20 bins (30" deep) at most. The fall weather has been atrocious by past years that I have lived in the Okanagan Valley; on-off rain that is much more characteristic of Vancouver or Victoria. Which makes for picking difficulties. And the winemaker tells me, the tannins are much reduced in these Bordeaux blend varietals.

So anyhow, the grapes come in bins and then get tipped into a hopper with an integral conveyor that lifts them up in discrete amounts into the destemmer, and then through the crusher below, and then into the hopper of a must pump that lifts up the must (mash like) into the tank opening some 12' higher through a 9" hose. Believe me, it takes a while to get this all set up as we move tanks each day, sometimes within the day.

And why is it that my work colleague's behavior on the conveyor line is near identical to those of past years, and as mentioned, for other agricultural products? That is, picking up the very item I was going to pick up, even if my hand was obviously poised to do so. Add it picking right in front of me where they could be picking their own "turf", that is, in front of them. Fucking bizarre.

10-30-2016
Sunday, and I worked five hours to attend to barrel ferments; punch-downs (punching down the floating skins from the fermentation to ensure more extraction of flavors), and taking measurements. The perps just love to harass the hell out me when taking measurements, not to mention having wine spillage. And too, enraging me with forced "forgets" and inattentions, often leading to more mess. They even screwed my head around when I was siphoning a wine sample by having me remove the hose from the bucket and point it at the floor (to make a mess). Like WTF; I had been regularly removing the hose end from the source and stopping the siphoning like I had been doing, and have done for eons, but "somehow", I forgot? Total mind control and psychopathic torture.
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Still savoring last week's music outing; 2/3 of Blackie and the Rodeo Kings at the Dream Cafe here in Penticton. I have two CD's that I purchased there that have been in high rotation all this week.

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I bought a carpet runner two weeks ago to cover the high traffic route between the entry door and the kitchen as it just seems ridiculous to go from linoleum, over carpet, then then over linoleum again. But as the perps are totally fixated on floor coverings, this no doubt serves their purpose in some way. After 3.5 years of living here I am finally allowed to figure it out and "think" about getting a carpet runner to span the two linoleum surfaces where the intervening carpet area is. That was four months ago, and after driving past the carpeting shop every week on my way to the laundromat, I was finally allowed to stop by and get some carpet runner. It was 8' and lo, I "forgot" about the perp's carpet moving tricks. The runner moves by itself, slowly, but over a few days until I move it back. This "happened" back in 2003 a whole lot, and I eventually threw out the carpets as I was so pissed with this stunt (along with a whole lot more harassment). So here we go again, and this time I date-time stamped the locations you see in the pictures below. That is, the carpet runner moved 4" at one end in a day and a half. Don't ask me why I cannot put two pic side by side in this here Blogspot. Enough for a post I figure.

Warehouse Work

05-16-2016
All day under a concrete roofed warehouse dealing with repacking and hefting wine cases (36lb) today. I had a an engaging co-worker, so it wasn't all bad. Better yet, we were left alone for the most part, though the boss lady came and seemed to approve of our work and level of accomplishment. There were a few males coursing by, on foot or on forklifts, but it wasn't the biggest deal.

Yoga-stalk tonight, and two other dudes and four other women. I see they want to hold the Solstice session on June 20 outside in a public park. Interesting that, all those spinal flexings and ass-in-air bending (downward dog) in the great outdoors. Though I suppose outside yoga has been around for millennia, just not for me.

I see the winsome, slim, mop-headed babe was there again upon exiting the yoga class, crossing in front of me and bending over, much like last week, though at a respectful distance and all. Funny how they have now moved to putting the attractive babes outside the classroom and visible upon exit, while the in-class women are nothing to look at now. Most curious. I predict the fugly female instructor next, though I have been through a few of them, but not lately (last two years).

05-17-2016
All day I had an ache in my chest cavity, as if I over exerted myself yesterday. Like WTF; I didn't, and am very careful about such. Twists and turns of my upper torso are painful.

And don't blame it on yoga last night either, because there was nothing new we did. Which should of ameliorated the problem, if of organic origin.

Why am I so tired in the evenings now? Just plain wiped out. Worse yet, the assholes have me each tortilla chips and chocolate before dinner. A total violation of my dining etiquette, because if you eat the carbos on their own, without protein, you are going to wear it. And the chocolate "habit" has come to revisit me in the last two months, since March 2016. When I started taking the L-phenylalanine in 09-2015, poof, the chocolate "habit" was gone, after getting stiffed with it for 14 years. Though it seems the perps have re-invoked their brown color focus of late; more vehicles, more shit games, more gangstalkers wearing brown clothing etc. But they still have me off coffee for over a year, which just pisses me off considerably.

Cashed my paycheck with my usual consort of freaks/stalkers; the large gutted males and the elder-stalkers seem to be vogue of late. Tattoos are now getting "stalk time" too as the good weather is here. And my work colleague has two forearms full for crissakes. Tats are so disgusting. Last week at the courier office, the woman at the counter had tats on her arms like they were splatter marks, something I found extremely off-putting. And if I don't like tattoos, why am I getting hounded by this Unfavored freak show theme all the time?

The apparent rationale by way of recent email is that the book seller who sent me the "Bridges of Madison County" in error claims to not have any order details or financial information, just the item and recipient and address. He suggests it could be a gift. Like from whom? And why not tell me who for crissakes?

05-18-2016
Some asshole, in conventional terms at least, entered my residence in my absence  sometime today and without notice or permission and bent the seat of my chair. Presumably, the asshole stood on it to access a high object, and then ventured too far on the seat and bent the frame of the seat. (Or else was heavier than I am (200lb), as I have stood on this seat (not recently), and never bent it). I texted the landlady to ask if anyone had been let in, and she said no. And what purpose does this serve, this insane stupid and bone-headed sabotage? I am going to replace it as the seat now has a downward slope on it which is not comfortable. Is this some kind of body memory test game or what? Though in my experience, the perps had taken over my body memory sometime in 2008 or so, when they had me inadvertently increase the speed of the treadmill (at a gym) I was on and I didn't notice.



R side, dented, should be smooth so it lies flat. L side is less dented. And it won't lie flat anymore. I turfed it outside to the back lane, which "happened" to be the day the landlord mowed the grass there and he stuffed on the other side in a less visible location. I put it back and someone took it inside of a day, possible the garbage collectors as it was garbage day then.

My sore chest and arm was still noticeable this morning, but now in the evening it is bothering me less. I cannot understand what on earth the assholes would get from this, adding pain at every torso turn or high arm reach.

And where has Rachael O gone in the blogosphere, or anywhere else for that matter? Her last post was April 04, 2016, and I have never known her to drop out of sight with no notice. Always more concerning when a TI is forced to live rough, as the event-scape is a whole lot more variable to say the least. Never mind that I never got a reply my challenge to her that it was an absurd assertion that I was a perp and I directed her exactly how to go about performing due diligence in this blog. (Contact Debbie Newhook at osnanaimo.org). Funny how that "happens"; an urgent need for action and the main player disappears.

05-19-2016
Vineyard work today, keeping the irrigation lines taut and securing them to end posts. Some FUD from the boss lady as to what she wanted, but I got it all done today. And of course she laid on a list of lots of other things to do, one being painting. And do I ever loathe that activity, in good part because in a world of things going wrong at 50x the normal rate, I do NOT need anything going wrong on this job. It scares me shitless and there is no one else to hand it over to. My co-worker is dispatched elsewhere in this curious on-then-off hiring arrangement he suffers by, or at least, apparently so.

05-20-2016
A shit storm of heretofore unknown proportions this morning. No wonder they had me awaken 20 minutes early before the alarm. No less than four bowel movements before I got ready to go, plus a fake one where nothing happened. Said four bowel movements were all cow pies, and all in the toilet thankfully. Some three tablets of Immodium saved me until about 1000h, just before I was to apply paint to a door at work, (after doing the prep work) when yet another shit attack came on, again, thankfully arranged to be in the toilet. Another tablet of Immodium saved me for the rest of the day. No wonder they put the double pack on sale last weekend at LD.

And why this all of a sudden when I eat the same food day in and out? Why, I added diced red peppers into my regular chicken-onion-mushroom gumbo last night, and I suppose that is the putative cause, at least from the deranged perp perspective. About six weeks ago a shit attack came on the morning following imbibing one glass of pomegranate juice in the prior evening, though I have had a few attacks since, but without apparent red food or drink causal. And about three years ago a major shit attack came on when I ate a bowlful of cherries off the tree, as there was a cherry tree at the vineyard I worked. Though, it is said that red colored food makes hyperactive children (ADHD, or ADD-H) more hyper.

The perps have a bizarre fascination with paint, and have hounded me on the buses and streets with commercial painting personnel, decked out in their trades outfits and artfully splattered with paint of course. I picked up the quart can of paint two days and took it into work, per instructions, not thinking I would be the schmo who would be applying it. (And extra gangstalking coverage while ferrying this quart of paint, including a pit lamper when I exited my parked vehicle). But as it "happened", per yesterday's work instructions, I was to be doing the job. I hate painting, and as mentioned above, all manner of things go wrong, especially with paint. For all the acute stress over this job, there were no major problems, and in fact, the job went reasonably well. I was in the paint store this morning for extra supplies. For the record, it was a dark grey, semigloss, much the same as the coat that was on the door and trim.

05-21-2016
Saturday on this here long weekend, and I was expecting to work at the casual labor vineyard. It was raining, and although there was some convergence by the Punjabi workers, a foreman came by, though not the regular foreman, though I did recognize the face. He said, after looking at his cell phone, that it would be too wet to work today. This was after I got into my rain gear and rubber boots in preparation for a day's wet work. Ergo, no work, or at least not for me. What transpired after that in  Punjabi I have no idea. Here the perps block me from going to this Saturday work site for four weeks, (other jobs, and a useless doctor's visit), and then pull a rain day to then stop me from working yet again.

Then to stoke up the FUD, the foreman mentioned I hadn't been there for a while, and I mentioned above work arrangements, and he wanted me for next weekend. And of course I "forgot" that my vehicle gets attended to next Saturday at the dealership. I made the appointment yesterday and didn't expect to get in for three weeks and lo, if they booked me in a week. Funny how that "happens", not to mention the "forget" Fuckery to crank up my angst over the casual labor employer. So should I fess up and attempt to clear up the "casual" side my work understanding or let it slide? Bring on the Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt.

I am now cranked about web and surveillance cams, though I don't know why. (Because I am literally and figuratively surveilled and intruded up the asshole every microsecond by the Pyschopathic Confederacy if you accept the given experiences as given on this blog). The above mentioned intrusion with the broken furniture is "bothering" me, using the term loosely. This is at least the fourth seeming landlord intrusion in three years, one other remarkable time was the plaster mess on my table after someone worked on the install of the covering of the old air conditioner location. And it is now where the heat pump unit is, and very possibly the recent intrusion and furniture damage was due to a semi-annual inspection of the unit that precipitated in the careless heat pump technician to bend the chair seat.

As it "happens" I have  spare chair from the MCdos renovation job I did in 12-2015, so that is now my regular table chair. It is at least 3" higher and with a wood seat. Better yet, it is built of rigid steel so no tradesman can fuck it up. So why do the perps have to go through this outrageous intrusion nonsense when they could of taken out the chair with a rivet "malfunction"?

05-22-2016
Sunday, and the vexations of getting to full PC functionality, before the take down of 12-2015 continue. I cannot get audio files to play for crissakes, and it is a beautiful exploitable set up by the perps; OPPO playback device, J River software and Windows 10, and nothing seems to fucking work. Some 700 audio files and I have to take them to the player by USB stick for crissakes, and suffer the one album-at-a-time klunky interface via this PC screen. In the course of support emails with OPPO I wrote them that they should make dedicated storage and interface devices. Though I am not optimistic, as they just released an app for Android, devolving the interface to someone else, embracing the essential problem all over again. And of course, the Android interface doesn't work for me for some reason.

 And so the audio playing sabotage continues, now since the headphone only days of 12-2015;

• no audio files as the PC was out of commission from 12-2015 to last week, so I purchased some new music, discs and files
• new speakers but the amp crapped out, and was sent to Chicago
• said amp came back from Chicago not fully repaired, with static in the L channel, and was sent back
• purchased a new amp and got the OPPO player to play discs through it, then from the USB stick, and even audio from DVD's
• a FM tuner was purchased, but it took four weeks for the correct aerial connection to arrive
• then only a single decent FM channel available, the immigration promoting CBC just to rile me up
• then the PC and my audio files come back and lo, it won't play through the software, the same I had before
• and to add insult to injury, the same software player on the PC won't even play into headphones, my stock solution for the past 10 years, but Youtube works fine.

Go figure.

And along the way, the assholes messed with the printer for another rage-ifcation stunt, ultimately copying to Notepad to save the day, even if it double spaced the output.

And keeping with the interface technology-gone-wrong theme, the assholes had the alarm set on my watch from last week's returned new watch caper, and started up the adversity in getting the alarm turned off without clobbering anything else. Then they had the chime feature turned on, and I cannot get this turned off

05-23-2016
A Victoria Day holiday Monday in these here parts, and I am painting (of all things) the wall portion where the plywood cover is over top of the former air conditioner location. It has been sitting that way for at least two years, and the recent "mistake" in ordering (online) too many under-shelf hangers means that I am going to put in a longer shelf in. So... that snowballed into dealing with the big blotch of plywood on the wall. Which dealt with filling holes and then painting on patches in the bathroom and other areas. Funny how that happens; an activity that I have avoided for over 14 years, and here they are having me perform this twice inside of a week.

Yesterday, Sunday, I got the paint, and had my usual consort of faux shoppers loitering around, presumably for the moment I actually paid for it all. But as the perps are obsessed over paint, why, it could be that too.

Saw the director's cut of "JFK" on DVD and the director's commentary the last two evenings. A well done show, and still holds up factually based on more recent readings. And an ironic gotcha in casting an older Jim Garrison as Earl Warren, something I didn't know until last night. All members of the Warren Commission should of been sent to prison; just read Accessories After the Fact or On the Trail of the Assassins for starters. Despicable, and proof writ large that the planners of the whole thing had all the bases covered. Lets see; in preparation they stand down the military guard, re-route along a more vulnerable route, then they kill a sitting US president and then debase the autopsies, the Warren Commison and even the much later House Select Committee on Assassinations. And it seems the story was already pre-readied, as even Edgar J Hoover was promoting the single assassin theory by day's end. And the details of the suspect were in all the newspapers, even within hours, which included New Zealand newspapers as shown in the film. Talk about info-containment. And too, one can assume the FBI, the CIA and possibly military intelligence agencies were complicit in shoveling the evidence under the carpet. And given the unusual witness attrition rate afterward, one can assume the masters of Fuckery were pulling strings too, and killing enough witnesses even all the way to the HSCA in 1978. No wonder they went with the (mind controlled) lone nutter theory again with RFK, but even there the shot count doesn't add up. And so it goes, and for what?

More wall painting today; the computer matched color sample wasn't exact, and so I painted a 12' wall to cover all patches that stood out, the most prominent being the former air conditioner region. That meant more masking and a trip to the local hardware store. The back lane HD motorcycle noise was duly cranked up at different intervals today, even putting an extra noisy third one.

Time to call this one done for the week, even if a day late for readers outside this country.

Motorcycle Noise Near My Door at 2000h

A song for Rachael O considering her present circumstances (not to be taken too literally!);

 "I Remember You" by Eilen Jewell; (skip the muddy sounding live version Youtube live video).

02-23-12016
An escalated noise intrusion; bring the infernal and most-loathed noise of all, the HD motorcycle noise some 50' away in the back lane from my door. Why at this time of night (2000h), and why at least four re-visits and loiterings before driving off and coming back? Does someone know I absolutely fucking hate that noise or what?

Normally, they start the HD motorcycle noise as passing "tourist traffic" in April when there is a little more warmth in the air, but no, last week they started it up with at least 10 pass-bys where I work at a vineyard on a week day no less. There is simply no tourist traffic at this time of year and the winter-time restaurant closures don't re-open until April here in this summer-time town. So why the early inundation of this infernal noise?

A PC invasion of major consideration yesterday; the perps locked it all up; the mouse, the tabs, the keys everything. Even Windows Task Manager was inaccessible, so I had to do a single finger Windows shutdown. I haven't had one of those for a few years that I recall, but at this is a new (to me) re-furbished PC, they simply must go through their sabotage regimen on every new device in the household.

And why have the perps just locked up my email? I wanted to send an email to Rachael O and the "Compose" button "failed" but nothing else did. Give me a break. Send her your thoughts at ongangstalking.blogspot.com (or .ca if in Canada). 

And why is it when listening to a whole album online the perps stop the playing about 2/3 into it? It has happened 3x in the last week and it cannot be a fluke. This is following prior blocking of playing altogether from the same site, so I could say this is progress of a kind.

02-25-2016
Much swearing at the perps last night as they blocked the Black Keys from playing, but allowed Eilen Jewell's live album to play just fine from the same site. The only difference (apart from the music) is that Eilen Jewell is a long time favorite of mine and had only heard the Black Keys yesterday for the first time. I thought they sounded interesting and wanted a full album listen, but that wasn't allowed.

And ditto when they blocked access to this blog for writing more of my vexations about their sabotage last night.

More swearing at the assholes today as they put a least six 2 to 3 mm holes on the R knee area of my very favorite winter time pants, my Craft  thermal tights. I wear them all the time when on my own time as they have a 2mm pile of fleece on the inside, and being tights, they bend with me, so no air pockets etc., and are reasonably wind proof outside. They are absolutely the best winter time pants to wear, inside or outside, and can also serve as thermal underwear for work pants when working outside in the driving wind and cold. This is my second pair, and I purchased them only six months ago, and I am absolutely livid this insane sabotage attack erupted on them. And for the record, this did not "happen" in laundering them as I have worn the same pair for two weeks (evenings only), and nor did I attempt to climb any barbed wire or other snagging artifices. That they all erupted on my R knee and within a 6" radius spells perp sick-assed sabotage writ large. Ever notice the gangstalkers going around with spandex knee braces on if wearing shorts? What is with that too?

 

 My hand is underneath the fabric to display as many holes simultaneously.

 Yes, these are my pants, my very favorite Craft thermal tights.

 Another pic, this time wearing them and four of the holes are evident, though there are at least two more. And is someone going to tell me a spandex attacking moth came in the night?

A road trip to Kelowna to see the "good' doctor, a three month interval since the last time. It seems that I am in the "tweak zone" now; up the injectable testosterone and DHEA a little, based on the latest test results. She slipped in a cholesterol test panel into the tests of three weeks ago; cholesterol, HDL, LDL, triglycerides etc., and said my numbers were "beautiful" and she had never seen a patient before with all those related parameters at levels she considers perfectly healthy. I suppose I can accept the praise, though I had little to do with it.

And  I was gangstalked up the asshole when I got there too. Not only were my regular parking location meters now an hour instead of two and I had to park a block further N, but this young male gangstalker was on my ass as soon as I finished plugging the meter, and the mofo stalked me for a whole block, then a half block down an alley, and then right into the doctor's office. I haven't seen anything so blatant for a few years. Worse yet, they kept me hanging at the desk with this dick on my tail as the receptionist "happened" not to be there for a few minutes. Then another hoodie wearing woman came in with sunglasses (at 0900h) just to add to the clusterfuck inside the doctor's office. And what was a young male (under 24) doing at an anti-ageing and skin treatment clinic for crissakes?

Strangely,  the doctor was wearing her coat for the first half of the consult session, and after I was putting on my shirt after she inspected the spots on my back, tingling of late, and when I turned around, she was wearing a normal indoor top/sweater set and her coat was off. What can I say? The perps just LOVE clothing on/off games, and having this victim remove his shirt, and she near simultaneously remove her coat is just too funny for the perps and their clothing color games. I suppose that is why strippers and lap dancers are everywhere these days.

I took my much sabotaged sole-delaminating boots from the Pentiction shoemaker who has had them for the past 5 months and hasn't done squat, and took them to the shoemaker in Kelowna. As it "happened" the assistant shoemaker in Penticton who promised to fix them and did squat has now relocated to Kelowna at the very shop I went to. And he was there, and recalled the boots and the owner assured me that they could be fixed. (Stitched through the sole). Oddly, to me, the owner promised to fix them for free, and better than that, he phoned me before the doctor's appointment was done and I got them back within the hour. These are the safety toed boots that just kept delaminating all last year, and had been in the shop at least 4x. That in alternation with the other pair of work boots that wore out, got fixed, and then the sole wore out in two months. I took these to Kelowna to get fixed over Christmas as I was pissed the Pentiction shoemaker ripped me off. Too much of a coincidence over these boots, shoemakers who re-locate to the competition 80 miles away and who get to work on them again in a different shop.

And on this re-furbished PC, in place of my regular one, now two months away for repairs that should of taken two weeks, I see my Yahoo email is now sabotaged in Firefox. It was displaying and behaving just fine, and lo, if the all too familiar stripped graphics and all text jammed to the left side stunt didn't erupt, just like on the regular PC. I "solved" this by using IE, but based on past experience it too will fail, and Chrome will finally "resolve" the problem like with the regular PC whenever it comes back.

On the other electronic item repair obstruction front, the amplifier is also over two months away for getting fixed. After they told me it shipped I waited two weeks and then emailed them for a tracking number to find out where it was. After not responding for another three days I now find out they  didn't ship it at all, and only sent it yesterday. Like WTF; both were sent for repair/upgrade Dec. 18, 2015 and both parties have (seemingly) independently dithered and pissed around to obstruct return of my electronic items. I have half a mind to get another amplifier so I am never held to ransom like this again, but if needed, the perps can take both out at once if they like.  

Not much web time tonight as I must sharpen the pruner blades for what I hope is a final day of vine pruning at this vineyard. The blades were deadly sharp and lo, within a few hours of use, why, the edges had been dulled by some means, both the electric pruners and the hardly used secateurs. Good one; I just love doing extra sharpening work. Almost as much as I like the HD noise.

02-26-2016, Friday
Finished the pruning at the vineyard, or at least, the cutting part and the pulling and clean-up to come later. And for that I get a week lay off while the new guy who doesn't know a whole lot gets to work all week. The excuse is that the owners are away etc. Bullshit.

And the alternate employer, with whom I shall work next week is to raise my pay from $11 to $12 starting Monday. Hardly a coinicidence though my pay rate is something I don't think much about; sufficient or not is the broad categorization, and the living wage in this town is $18. One needs a car for farm work, so what gives?

I was sharpening pruner blades again, as they have the annoying "habit" of the edges prematurely dulling. As part of the exercise I use paper towels, another perp fascination. And when putting the tools away, why, a water leak springs "from" the nearby 4L water jugs I use for my drinking water. It somehow dripped down the shelf onto a box for storing wine, and onto the floor. More paper towels got used to clean this mess up.

Then the syringe fuckery continues (for my injectable testosterone, as prescribed by a Responsible MD I hasten to add). Not only did they appear to steal about 4 to 6 of them about three weeks ago, they screwed me out of getting a new set to go with the Rx I picked up today. Thanks a bunch assholes. Then the opening hours on Saturdays preclude me from getting them then. On and on it fucking goes, one inconvenience on top of another and then more when attempting to remedy the sabotage. All in the name of either delaying my testosterone intake or else having me fish out used ones (by me only) and treat them with alcohol to sterilize them. Makes me sound like a drug addict. But perhaps that it is what it is all about; have me at least partially emulate what they might do to remotely monitor the energetic  effects of substances in syringes that were re-used after sterilization treatment with alcohol. And follow said victim for all time, monitoring his every last cell in his body that had anything to do with the injected testosterone. Can we predict another 10 years of this insane abuse all for the assholes whose modus operandi is to never openly declare their human nonconsensual experimentation agenda? And might that extend to the whole human race, with thousands of TI's as extra "special" abuse subjects?

02-27-2016
I see Rachael O is out of being "sectioned" in MA legal parlance. No extended stay like they did to me. (Not like it saved me rent, as I still had my apartment in Seattle). I did send her an email and a blog comment a week ago or so, but I never heard back. I can understand why she, or anyone for that matter, doesn't need my help. (Because I am the TI  Pariah, not because I am unhelpful!).

A warm sunny day in the vineyards near Oliver BC. I thought I was due to be pruning all day, but only a half an hour later we were called off to do netting removal at another site, about two miles away. And so, instead of cutting vines I was cutting off plastic trellis clips for most of the day as they need to be removed ahead of the tractor and the net winder pulling the nets in. I also got to work on the latter for two hours or so, pulling the net off the vines and the posts ahead of the tractor crew.

As usual, the Punjabi co-worker males jabbered away while I was doing this, they running the tractor and the net winder on the back forks. (The tractor backs down the  aisle so the rear mounted net winder leads). And have I not mentioned in long ago postings how the perps just love to drive vehicles, this time farm equipment, over top of the very ground I have just walked on. Failing that, they will even plow it up, going back to the potato digging days of 2010-11.

I got the usual "average" aircraft coverage, perhaps 8 on the day, down from the past working Saturdays of double that. One was a EC-135 helicopter flying low, some 200' above terrain and with readable call numbers on the underside. I haven't seen this one before with a silver painted fuselage underside and black above. The perps just love that model of helicopter for some reason, with its characteristic rotor-in-tail feature. Also that it has a much lower noise profile, a softer, puttering noise from afar; go figure. The all time EC-135 coverage was in that same area in 04-2012, when two all black (identical livery) EC-135's  flew in formation from S to N, and didn't return. How do you get two identical unmarked black helicopters together? I see that these puppies go for $3.2 to 4.0 million USD apiece, so who has the coin to fly these around in such frequency?

At the SOF supermarket last night, and I filled a 4L water jug owing to the above sudden rupture. The display and fountain is at an aisle end, and so what "happens"? Why a gangstalker shopper male does a 360 degree rotation at the N aisle junction 5' from me and then takes off, and lo, if he doesn't return and do another 360 degree aisle spin at the S aisle junction. Can we say this might be one mightly confused shopper with identical confusion behavior at both aisle ends (an aisle intersection that is), or was it just a sick-assed gangstalker-operative putting on the gangstalk acting on orders per SOP? You tell me.
 
02-28-2016
Sunday, and a rare day off of late as the winery owner hasn't got water at his site. It takes two weeks to get his in-ground tank filled (from a tanker) it seems. The well is dry (or else the pump isn't working) and he is hoping for creek water soon. With three sources of water, lake, well and creek, it seems like a made-for-perps scenario, given their interest in all things water and its provenance, including rain and snow. Now add in tanker delivered water to his situation and we have four sources no less. 

I have been wearing boots (pair #3) at work (e.g., yesterday) for two months and they are wonderful, even at 5lb/pair, and are technically mountaineering boots. And so what "happens"? Why both my heels are blistered from yesterday's work which was not arduous in any way, the latter three hours was spent on level and soft soil, and walking the entire time. 


Time to post this as  I don't expect any further major reportable eruptions today. A shut-in Sunday so far,  at1430h.