11-17-2014
And so begins my first visit to the physical local job board today, officially unemployed rather than disabled, har, har. And while it makes not one whit of difference to me, as the benefits suck in either case, this EI (Employment Insurance it is called here) mode one doesn't pay any benefits for 28 days, and only at 55% of one's former wage, though I suspect/hope not below the minimum wage. Ridiculous, as I don't earn enough to save anything, let alone less of that rate.
And when I entered the building and looked at the job board from afar, why, my droogie (as in, criminal "friends") gangstalking pals were three abreast and doing their stalk-still standing act, blocking sight lines and egress to the job board. And no less, all three of them had their toques lifted up in a peak above their heads to obstruct more of the (brown cork) board. If ever there is a cover for the shiftless male gangstalking scum to aggregate, the job board/Work BC office is the place for them. Or any other vagrant magnets out there, not that I make any effort to seek them out. Clearly if the Thems are constructing visual obstructions on my first visit to the physical job board. (possibly brown color games, as in "browning around"), then this unemployment gig has a much longer run than a few weeks.
And I suppose last week's pathetic (them, not me) Friday afternoon job interview, my last day with my then employer, was timed to coincide just for this event. In all my years of having orchestrated job interviews, as surely all of them were, last week's interview takes the cake for blatant, though not stated, "don't bother". And I have no idea why the perps put on this extra obvious act, but one can be sure that it was deliberate.
11-18-2014
And post-yoga Monday; some 15 other women classmates, no other dudes this time. Not even the Wheezer and Gasper, even if there was an empty mat space next to me which the perps threatened to populate with him once the class began. Thankfully it didn't happen. The blonde Star Girl ended up beside me, often doing her own flakey thing at times. I don't know quite what her role is; for the better part of a year she was at least 5 mats away against the mirrors (on mirror blocking duty). Now she gets placed next to me, R side this time, after two brief pre-class visits to her mat. And a further minor escalation was that our fingertips clashed twice, as in momentary contact. Contact is always a big deal for the perps, and more noticeable at the checkout when handing the receipt to me. And she was wearing the identical horizontal striped tights as the darling pixie instructor for crissakes.
And continued planted ideations about getting the job after last week's ridiculous interview. Been there, done that. It was over before it began, all that was needed was for the perps to put me through another exercise in orchestrated absurdity. Even for jobs where it seems I am an ideal candidate, one back in May this year, the perps kept pummeling me about getting the job and new work scenarios when I didn't get an offer.
And what is with the stripped down graphics on Amazon? The CD cover art doesn't show up when there is more than one disc displaying, as in a list by artist or from a search result. If it is a single disc/album, the graphic/cover art does display. It has been going on for a week now, and I am quite sure it isn't coming from Amazon.
And what is with software/firmware companies dropping me off their email lists for no apparent reason? An Oppo firmware upgrade became only known to me by way of its display panel indicating "FW found". Glad I knew about that cryptic message, learned from the last time when the same message showed up AND a notification email from Oppo. Ditto for J River Media Media Center; I only learned of the new version by happen-chance web browsing.
Though nothing new about getting dropped off email lists though; private individuals have done the same when they regularly do broadcast emails which suddenly stop for no reason.
Evening;
A one day gig tomorrow to remove netting at a vineyard tomorrow. It "happens" to near to the town of above mentioned the absurd interview of last week. I figured there would be a re-visit, as it fits the perp pattern of having me return to the same geographical place, sometimes days, weeks, and even decades apart.
An interesting aside yesterday; I spoke with my former boss about what has to be done for the wines, and mentioned an addition for the current fermentation that is to be stopped with residual sugar for a sweet wine. Strangely, he wanted me to make up the two additive solutions days in advance. (Maybe so he can play wine-maker for the first time). As I was about to do it, the perps wiped my recall of the conversion of ppm (parts per million) to grams/hectoliters (divide by 10). So I had to go to my papers and read up on this particular substance and the addition rates. And of course they weren't what I needed exactly, e.g. milligrams per liter. As I was figuring out this brain incursion, why, the boss shows up in the winery and he hadn't been there for months. And for no substantial reason it turned out. So it would seem as I am being forcibly put through a mind-fuck over units of measure and conversion between them, they send the gangstalking boss in that moment. Funny how these same theme re-occur so often.
11-19-2014
A partial day some 40 min. drive N to do a netting job. A dysfunctional and dysphoric start; I was among vineyards in a driveway, where I was directed to, but 15 min. early. I phoned the boss and he said he would be there shortly. A truck drives past me about two minutes later and then stops some 100' ahead. Another vehicle and someone comes out and puts their bicycle down. The car drives on and parks near the truck. The someone in a hoodie, styled as if an alien head was inside the hoodie, walks past and then hangs near the car. No one motions for me to come over, but it is clear that they are putzing with the nets. At 0800h I get out and join these assembled individuals and find out that they belong to the netting crew. The seeming boss said "look alive"; to which I replied I will look alive as soon as I learn about the netting job. In other words, this dysphoric neglect on starting a new job, is all part of this staged scene. The least he could of done IMHO was to stop the truck while driving past and open a window and introduce himself. Somehow, basic connection (meet and greet) behavior wasn't permitted; just drive past the new guy and let him figure it out, and then dump on him for obscure reasons about looking alive.
And pulling up netting, a mode for perps to cause no end of problems of snagging etc. never mind the additional hassle of the perps pulling the netting out my hand. Or, dithering my vision so I couldn't figure out where the edge of the net was, difficult at best with the thin black nylon.
Extra helicopter coverage, slow and deliberate with an overhead flyover of that dark grey EC135 that shows up from time to time over the last three years. said to be a private helicopter owned by someone who sold a winery. I got plenty of EC-135 coverage at my former worksite (of the past 2.5 years) as there is a helicopter training school at the Penticton airport, some 4 km away. At today's work location there is no airport cover story, so what was it doing, circling my worksite about 2km away and then doing a final overhead pass some 150' overhead? And some helicopter noise convergence exercises too; first a very throbby larger Bell 412 helicopter that has not been close enough to identify, and then the EC-135 came along so both helicopters were making noise at the same time, though not close to each other as far as I could tell.
Now, looking at this LCD panel, predominantly white at the moment, the perps are playing plasmic patterns of replications of set netting, sub-second flashing of the patterns (two different net sizes).
The bathroom fan on a humidistat now goes on anytime it wants, or more like, they want. And the perps told me it has significance in conjunction with above mentioned helicopter coverage. And too, at least three slow and low flyovers with helicopters tonight (2000h, dark) as I write this up in my residence.
11-20-2014
Three appointments today, one being an interview. The interview went well; the vineyard/winery owning couple seemed to be regular folk, a relief to say the least. Though, appearances can be deceiving as surely anyone over 30 would know.
Onto the former employer where I am wrapping up things as I owe them some working time. Picking botrytis affected grapes no less. Major gangstalking vehicle coverage on my way back at 1530h, a half hour earlier than my once usual quitting time, and still the trains of 3 to 10 vehicles come by in the opposite direction, some six trains in all.
Onto a wine expert to taste one of my wines this year, as it had some bitterness, as did one of the wines last year. And lo, if the bitterness flavor didn't dissipate in the sample I brought, so there wasn't a problem to diagnose. Good one, that.
Major helicopter coverage today; once the interview was done. Even a mid air hover at the end of the runway, seemingly for rappel exercise. A twin engined Bell 412, possibly the one that makes the big throbby noise. More coverage this evening when I returned from the red wine sampling, this time the softer puttering sound of the EC-135
Also while working at my former employer and working off my hours deficit, I had two low and close passes from the loud throbby Bell 412 helicopter, a twin engined heavy lift chopper, which I have now identified for the first time, as it was always so distant until today. It was low and coming from the S, and had its front white underside light on, and came straight at me from 2 km away, and then veered off within a 100m and passed by some 50m elevation above the ground and 200m away. Then it repeated this same pass, though coming more from the SW and then veering off, getting a little closer. I suppose it was introducing itself for all the noise it has made over the past 2.5 years I have heard it.
More piss games again, a forced piss was coming on while driving on my way back to my residence and then they ran some pee down my leg (not much) before I could get the vehicle parked, and I unloaded the rest of it in the back alley near my gated entry. Anyhow, I went inside to clean my leg up with a face cloth (that went straight into the laundry afterward), and lo, if the phone didn't ring, not once, but twice. As I was busy, and disinclined to walk anywhere with my pants at my feet, I let it ring. Later, I checked on my messages and the call was from my Victoria farm worker friend, whom I hadn't heard from in at least two months. Somehow, she muffed the call and phoned twice in succession, though of course the perps can arrange those details easily, but all they wanted was a longer phone ringing duration (and related EMF activity) during this clean up moment. Like WTF; now 12.5 years of this insane relentless abuse, and there they are arranging to have me phoned just when cleaning up the their mess (not much) on my leg is totally absurd, when it was the same agency that made the fucking mess in the first place.
11-21-2014
Another month until the Winter Solstice, and the perps do like to arrange low angle sun in my face, and succeeded this morning when I drove up to W Kelowna to get a paycheck for $60. This was for my netting work, and hopefully no more of it. As it turns out, the person owns a winery, one that I applied to work for, and had some email exchanges for a few weeks until they read my emails to learn that I was available Dec. 01. Turns out, I was available two weeks earlier, and when I told them (via email), why, they didn't reply.
And why do red colored vehicles make a gratuitous parking exercise next to my mid-grey vehicle? I went to the laundromat, trip 2 of 3 (pull the synthetics out to air dry at home and put the cottons in the dryer), and no one was parked either side of me. I go in, attend to the laundry, and no one else came inside. I go outside and this red sled vehicle with SK plates is beside my vehicle. Instead of the driver making a show of getting his laundry out, why, he starts up his vehicle, backs up, and ends of crossing my ambulatory path on my way to my vehicle. Like WTF; all that he came for was to park next to me and then back up when I entered the parking lot and then drive over where I was to walk. Totally gratuitous and perverse public behavior arranged for my presence. Unless anyone else in my readership can think of any other reason for someone to arrive in a dedicated laundromat parking lot and then take off without having attended to any laundry.
11-22-2014
And why does music playback fuckery interest the perps so much? I had the PC set up to play to the Oppo player and it worked fine until someone messed it up, (not me, PC setting changes are nothing new). This way, I could use one set of headphones and it was a total convenience. After someone reset the playback, I ended up with PC related files coming through its own headphones. The music playback software still played through the Oppo player's headphones. Then someone messed it up today so the music playback software cannot find the Oppo, so I am totally hooped if I want it for playback (what I usually do). Is it not enough for the perps that they have destroyed a half dozen headphone sets in the last 12 years, mess with the volume, and other inane jerkarounds? Seemingly not, as two working headphones was better than one set working, but that is too much to ask, so to speak. [Hours later, I Media Center software found the Oppo again, another trick the assholes like to play, delaying software function].
The teapot acquisition sabotage fuckery continues; not only did the mug magically descend by itself onto the glass Bodum Assam teapot and break it inside the cabinet, but the sabotage continues. I was using a glass pitcher in its place, and it turned out it wasn't Pyrex, and after a week, broke. So now I use a saucepan a a temporary teapot, probably what the perps wanted anyhow. The assholes continue to block re-acquisition here in Canada. Those that stock it are charging an arm and a leg, and the tea specialties store in town as well. That Seattle coffee chain doesn't have that model in stock, now playing for a week. The alternate tea store in town has the glass teapots only in half size for crissakes. Similar to the slotted spoon acquisition nonsense the assholes put me through a few months ago, they have created a need (breaking the teapot this time), and then block and obstruct all the means to get a new one, save paying double. On the slotted spoon front, as an update, I went by the display a week after I bought one online, and lo, if they weren't locally stocked in the Kitchen Aid utensils display.
The striated plasma beams came on heavy at a few transition points today; when getting into my vehicle, exiting the house, passing through gate to back alley where my vehicle is located. And with an added feature; instead of a single parallel lines in my visual field, they now have the lines broken every 3" or so, equal break length to plasma line length.
11-23-2014
I book my flights to Victoria for my annual Christmas exodus to visit the First Feral Family late Saturday (yesterday), when I thought all was contained on the job prospects front, as in, one promising lead for a 10 month 2015 gig but nothing to happen until Dec. 5. And here on a Sunday, I get an email from someone who hadn't replied in a week, requesting an interview. Presumably, the latter party could offer me a job within a day or two of an interview, and then what do I do? Take the job with the latter party for a up-front six month only gig, but offers commercial cellar hand (winery) experience which I don't have, or do I hang tough to expect an offer for vineyard work (which I have experience) with the former party with whom I have interviewed, and I came to like at the interview? Like WTF; a job lead (resumes and emails only) goes dead, and until today, it has been 100% consistent that they stay that way. In other words, a three way confluence of contingencies, the third being that my flight booking may also be problematic as the cellar-hand job offer, if it comes to that, would be from a certain ethnic group which doesn't care much for Christmas (breaks) anyhow. Like who writes this shit and keeps my existence in a penurious churn mode all the time?
I suppose that part of it is that the perps have been pumping me with the notion of working at this vineyard for the past week, again, with no firm offer, but a Dec. 5 date to do a day's work to establish compatibility. And now they resurrect this thought-to-be dead job lead on me which could materialize while the vineyard owners are away for a week? Anyhow, I will do the interview with the latter party, and see what happens. Maybe the ethnic side of it and its attendant behavior patterns will deter me; I just don't know and I am fucking fed up with bottom feeding jobs and the constant hassle staying solvent. Besides, I spent the last 2.5 years working for increasingly exasperating owners, and I desperately need a break from this vitality leaching grind. And part of that exasperation was that I could not believe a word he said, because he would never deliver on his promises, and said ethnic group also has a huge propensity for deceit. It never fucking ends; orchestrated and constant exposure to duplicity, as if 20 married years to someone who was fast and loose with the facts wasn't enough sufferance. And to cast this in the perps' meta-objective perspective, they just love creating misinformation, lies, perceptual reversals and the rest of the informational FUDD (Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt and Deceit). Which works into their epistemology (information theory and science), objectives, augmented by the (arranged IMHO) school shootings.
A shut-in day today, along with copious urination, often timed to coincide just as I switched from one set of headphones (having played locally stored FLAC files) to then listen to online music samples on the other set of headphones (playing MP3 files from online sources). Exciting moments in perp fuckery to be sure. Another key timing point to force urination (of not very much) is to be sending someone an email, purchasing an item online, or doing cutting and pasting (editing files).
Enough excitement to post this now, and call it another week of abusive insanity, and ponder what is next coming down the orchestrated nonsense pipe.
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Sunday, November 23, 2014
Sunday, March 03, 2013
Deep Yellow
02-26-2013
For some reason (read, planted notion) I wanted to start a multivitamin and duly purchased one. And that has become the the biggest "source" (read, action-at-a-distance abuse) of the latest harassment. The multivitamin is the deemed "reason" for passing deep yellow urine, which by itself isn't much of an issue for me, as it seems like just an extension of their yellow-on-white ceramic (toilet) games. But some how, they have extrapolated from this to having deep yellow pee arrive on a white towel, the toilet seat and the pockets on the inside of the lid. And if that wasn't enough, they then pulled this same stunt at work, plus a toilet blocking. It never ends; ten years of this insane psychopathic abuse and here they are putzing with the yellow tone of my pee.
The above, and then they started loose bowel games at work, and back at my residence. All told, 3 craps today when 3x/week is the prescribed "normal". Add in toilet blocking games too.
02-27-2013
Winery work was minimal, so out to the vineyard for most of the day on pruning work. at the end of the day, I made up the the yeast starter and that got me some extra harassment abuse; my pen went missing and they sent me to other parts of the room to get a replacement and then blanking me out as to what my intention was.
02-28-2013
Some high wierdness with the boss/owner erupted today when he sent me an email with a link he had sent me some months ago. An undisguised "back to basics- you don't understand" message that was another WTF; all this forward progress and something caused him to get our understanding over the latest fermentation project terribly wrong. A later and brief conversation confirmed this dissonance. But as I have been down these dead-end roads with him before, and he has a habit of other inexplicable diversions, I chalk this up to the imposed FUD-ery that I have been cast into. He is a natural; nothing contrived about his inexplicable edicts, bee-in-the-bonnet cranky sessions and other FUD and WTF directives.
And hijinx with three males who came to get this 11' tall tank with foam on the outside removed with a forklift and pickup hauled trailer. One was involved in a winery and so we did a sampling of the red wine, the third such morning time sampling of this wine this week.
One of them blocks the driveway by parking next to my vehicle, so he must of been confident that the owner, his father-in-law, wasn't going to come back. These two are at loggerheads of late, and it was an interesting timing consideration to have the father-in-law away all the time the son-in-law was there. And that is a deep metallic red pickup parked next to my vehicle where there was plenty of non-obstructing space elsewhere. And too, the week before, the vineyard helper did exactly the same thing with his same colored truck, a Toyota instead of a Ford.
The son-in-law made out that he needed a red wine sample and seemed to know in advance that I drew one yesterday. I gave it to him as he said he was going to do some testing on it. Later, I went to his red truck to get the sample back to do the above tasting, and then returned it there. After an hour or so of getting the tank on the trailer, he returns to his truck and keeps the white wine sample but returns the red wine sample to the fridge without explanation. What was the point of all that to have a red wine sample in a red colored truck the whole time I was outside helping his tank loading?
Back at this motel residence and the babbling and hollaring males again, an outbreak timed for when I started reading a new book. More was later timed for when began to eat chocolate with tea. Then, an outside cough erupted the instant I opened the cupboard door beneath the sink to access the garbage and saw a 1" spot of blue plasma light. and lo, if I didn't have a same colored blue tea sachet and was about to throw it in the garbage just where the blue plasma spot was. Cough-stalking has not gone out of style.
And on the topic of blue light, the debit card readers at the supermarket were all replaced with new ones with bands of blue light, in a gradual increas of blueness in 1/4" strips on the 2" display. Just the week before, it was a different model debit card reader with a similar blue, but an even blue tone on the display. And in the last act at the checkout, they timed a negro wearing an identical blue sweater 30' away, exiting the supermarket with nothing in hand. The next time I came back, the debit card readers had all been changed out to the above mentioned tonal banded display.
Other related nonsense is that they like me to see or touch an object and have a similar color object or clothed person nearby. This morning it was a blue colored pen I discovered in my pocket while driving, and lo, if a similar blue vehicle didn't speed into view on my R side. I was already doing 20kph over the speed limit and this Fuckwit needed to go faster for some reason.
Tractor-trailers with pup, ak B-trains and like configurations, are being arranged to gangstalk more often of late; even running red lights when they could of easily stopped and the rest of the driving excesses I see routinely.
03-01-2013
The boss' high strangeness of yesterday goes unsaid; all my planned lines of the evening before as to what to say to him were suddenly vaporized from mind. He puts on the big smile thing again, and I have long been practiced in ignoring that come on.
Another public behavior driving anomaly of increased occurrence this week is to have drivers ahead of me at a traffic control fail to proceed when the light turns green. All to contain my progress and vocalize my annoyance. And what is with the new choreography of the trains of vehicles I get to experience, by having one pull off at a wide area and then pull back onto the road to follow the last vehicle? Is it to have this person re-aim their headlights directly at me as they exquisitely time their re-entry onto the road or is there some other motive/research agenda? Given the excuses the perps put on to get lights trained on me in all and every circumstance, it could only be another such excuse/incursion. I have mentioned "gravitic lensing" before, and it seems to fit their ether-gravitic modifying methods. Yes, I know the link is technical, and invokes Einstein by name which is reason enough to stop reading because it is too obscure to understand, me included. Somehow, I think there is a different and simpler technical reason if we are ever allowed to understand there is an energetic ether in which we function. (Einstein said that his theory would be inapplicable if there was an energetic ether, and he also ignored the very detailed and extensive results of Dayton Miller and instead rode with the lesser Michelson-Morley experiment results. Though now that I read the links through, I see other confirmatory experiments and ongoing controversy. Not that I trust Wikileaks any as they removed the gangstalking term some years back even with plenty of supporting experiences).
And instead of the flurry of red or silver vehicles making turns ahead of me when making the corner off highway 97 to Green Ave. (I call them "pop-ins" or "pop-outs" depending on whether they are entering or exiting the road that I am driving), sits a 10 y.o. kid in a wheelchair parked all by himself at the corner. Like WTF; how did he get there and it is a busy corner to say the least with no pedestrian need to cross the road (bush on the other side), and as it was a weekday at 0730h or so, wouldn't he get picked up by some kind of special school bus at his home? And what is the perps relentless and infernal need to put wheelchairs or images thereof in my path?
Back to the walk-in clinic to have the doctor give me a new prescription, the same doctors as as three months ago, and he still introduces himself by saying his name and looking at the floor as he is walking in. Never do I get to be disruptive and respond, "are you talking to the floor or to me?". And he didn't look at me once except after the Rx was prescribed (all online) until I asked him at the end if I got a three month supply, because yet again, he didn't say. BUT this time, unlike the first visit, he deigned to ask, (while turned away from me), if I was benefiting from the Rx, which I piped up, "yes", when the reality is "maybe". But we didn't want to get into being harassed for ten years of sustained and organized psychopathic abuse with one facet being exposing me to horrid colors or combinations thereof, which includes feeding me bright yellow pills every day as an thin excuse for this ongoing atrocity did we now?
03-02-2013
Laundry this Saturday morning, and cough-stalking from outside just as I read something interesting or realized the perps screwed me via a web page text misspelling. Exciting moments for perp nutters. No "unbalanced load" games in the washing machine today; that jerkaround hasn't yet reared its head at this location, but I expect it soon as it nearly always "erupts" in such circumstances. First get the baseline data on conventional normality at a given location, and then start spoofing things to get the laundry delayed and victim riled up.
Other perp excitement was putting on the lead-footed tromping/room vibrating gangstalkers outside, a feature of this motel, unlike last year's similar abode. The overhead pounding and stomping harassment of the last residence location has now been transformed to adjacent and lateral walkway tromping with likely augmented unconventional energetic effects to shake this place. And so begins a "day off" in fucking hell.
And the cardboard box with the blue sachet teabags is in the garbage now, finishing it last night, but the above blue light games/fuckery wasn't enough, so a 1/2" fragment of a teabag sachet somehow arrived by itself outside the closed door under the sink where the garbage is. All to "tune" me to this color at breakfast time when I don't drink tea until mid afternoon. More excitement over the color blue. I will refrain from detailing the minutia of the relentless crumbs, lint, fabric pilling and thread invasions and eruptions I get all the time, but once in a while a blatant planting of litter/debris will get a mention here.
The Firefox browser got sabotaged again, stripping out features and colors again, and the page that is used to set up viewing preferences has strangely disappeared. All to play that ridiculous game of "hunt the online display button/feature" again; I move the cursor over blank areas of the screen, which if correctly placed, reveals a button, say for "forward" (email) that I could not find due to the uncorrectable/sabotaged screen display setting, aka display feature stripping. This absurd game has been going on since about 2004, when only Amazon dot com or ca would have the oft-used "wish list" button missing, and if I knew where it was, I would click the vacant location and poof, the book (usually) would be confirmed as saved to my now lengthy wish list.
And after three re-boots, (that is, two inexplicable terminations), the TV found all its channels, moving me up from ten or so, to 40. That later morphed into watching ice hockey, a Saturday habit I once had but it passed out of favor due to intense demands way back in the farm ownership screw-over that began in 1996. Two hockey games in fact; my sorry fave team from back east and the local Vancouver team who put in a respectable performance tonight.
From then the TV "habit" kicked in big time, and I watched murder mystery/forensic science cases until midnight and then updates of a current murder case in Arizona. All the while, this pressure was on my forehead region, deep in my head. Given recent readings of David Wilcock and the interest of many civilizations in the brain's pineal gland, the so-called third eye (which in fact has retinal tissue even if not on the optical pathway), why, that just might be the perps doing some experimentation/abuse. All the murder cases involved spouses going rogue, save for one lesbian couple who were murdered together by another party. Grisly stuff for sure, but as I haven't watched any of this fare for 15 or more years, along with hockey games, I am a little mystified as to why the perps sprang this on me in one stay-in Saturday.
03-03-2013
And what is it about anything and everything to do with CD's or DVD's or the entire format that gets sabotaged? From viewing, to creating, to viewing and whatever else, it gets sabotaged 90% of the time. The latest is my Blu-ray player that won't send the signal to the TV. I got new batteries for the remote control today and it still doesn't work when it worked fine before. I have about 20 movies that have been acquired over the past three years and have seen maybe two as the player keeps getting sabotaged. I have at least four stacks of recordable CD's and not a one works to record onto despite the spec. I once bought software for universal formatting of discs and it didn't work, and when I phoned the outfit/developer they didn't know either. My CD player crapped out in 2003, I got it fixed and it worked for one CD and it crapped out again. Both Sony Discmans somehow crapped out a few years ago. Relentless sabotage over fuck-all.
I was out to get an Rx that was two days late, the assistant somehow knowing it was almost ready without referring to anything like their system to track them all. Quite the feat.
Then the checkout nonsense started up with a mother-daughter pair needing more items so she sends the daughter back, crossing my path in close, and I got to see her fugly red streaks in her blonde hair really close. I swear they moved the always-narrow checkouts closer yet for this stunt.
Plenty of more suite shaking from outside tromping Fuckwits tonight, and even a duelling coughing between two outside "just sitting around" gangstalkers.
Enough from the dulldom of being kept. A pic to finish off;
Plenty of metallic maroon reds in the top pic in some kind of distance dependent configuration. In the bottom pic, this is what they do; park vehicles in the middle of the road and walk off! A cowboy came out later and drove off. A few days later that whole scene was covered in white snow so maybe this was a "warm up" on white.
For some reason (read, planted notion) I wanted to start a multivitamin and duly purchased one. And that has become the the biggest "source" (read, action-at-a-distance abuse) of the latest harassment. The multivitamin is the deemed "reason" for passing deep yellow urine, which by itself isn't much of an issue for me, as it seems like just an extension of their yellow-on-white ceramic (toilet) games. But some how, they have extrapolated from this to having deep yellow pee arrive on a white towel, the toilet seat and the pockets on the inside of the lid. And if that wasn't enough, they then pulled this same stunt at work, plus a toilet blocking. It never ends; ten years of this insane psychopathic abuse and here they are putzing with the yellow tone of my pee.
The above, and then they started loose bowel games at work, and back at my residence. All told, 3 craps today when 3x/week is the prescribed "normal". Add in toilet blocking games too.
02-27-2013
Winery work was minimal, so out to the vineyard for most of the day on pruning work. at the end of the day, I made up the the yeast starter and that got me some extra harassment abuse; my pen went missing and they sent me to other parts of the room to get a replacement and then blanking me out as to what my intention was.
02-28-2013
Some high wierdness with the boss/owner erupted today when he sent me an email with a link he had sent me some months ago. An undisguised "back to basics- you don't understand" message that was another WTF; all this forward progress and something caused him to get our understanding over the latest fermentation project terribly wrong. A later and brief conversation confirmed this dissonance. But as I have been down these dead-end roads with him before, and he has a habit of other inexplicable diversions, I chalk this up to the imposed FUD-ery that I have been cast into. He is a natural; nothing contrived about his inexplicable edicts, bee-in-the-bonnet cranky sessions and other FUD and WTF directives.
And hijinx with three males who came to get this 11' tall tank with foam on the outside removed with a forklift and pickup hauled trailer. One was involved in a winery and so we did a sampling of the red wine, the third such morning time sampling of this wine this week.
One of them blocks the driveway by parking next to my vehicle, so he must of been confident that the owner, his father-in-law, wasn't going to come back. These two are at loggerheads of late, and it was an interesting timing consideration to have the father-in-law away all the time the son-in-law was there. And that is a deep metallic red pickup parked next to my vehicle where there was plenty of non-obstructing space elsewhere. And too, the week before, the vineyard helper did exactly the same thing with his same colored truck, a Toyota instead of a Ford.
The son-in-law made out that he needed a red wine sample and seemed to know in advance that I drew one yesterday. I gave it to him as he said he was going to do some testing on it. Later, I went to his red truck to get the sample back to do the above tasting, and then returned it there. After an hour or so of getting the tank on the trailer, he returns to his truck and keeps the white wine sample but returns the red wine sample to the fridge without explanation. What was the point of all that to have a red wine sample in a red colored truck the whole time I was outside helping his tank loading?
Back at this motel residence and the babbling and hollaring males again, an outbreak timed for when I started reading a new book. More was later timed for when began to eat chocolate with tea. Then, an outside cough erupted the instant I opened the cupboard door beneath the sink to access the garbage and saw a 1" spot of blue plasma light. and lo, if I didn't have a same colored blue tea sachet and was about to throw it in the garbage just where the blue plasma spot was. Cough-stalking has not gone out of style.
And on the topic of blue light, the debit card readers at the supermarket were all replaced with new ones with bands of blue light, in a gradual increas of blueness in 1/4" strips on the 2" display. Just the week before, it was a different model debit card reader with a similar blue, but an even blue tone on the display. And in the last act at the checkout, they timed a negro wearing an identical blue sweater 30' away, exiting the supermarket with nothing in hand. The next time I came back, the debit card readers had all been changed out to the above mentioned tonal banded display.
Other related nonsense is that they like me to see or touch an object and have a similar color object or clothed person nearby. This morning it was a blue colored pen I discovered in my pocket while driving, and lo, if a similar blue vehicle didn't speed into view on my R side. I was already doing 20kph over the speed limit and this Fuckwit needed to go faster for some reason.
Tractor-trailers with pup, ak B-trains and like configurations, are being arranged to gangstalk more often of late; even running red lights when they could of easily stopped and the rest of the driving excesses I see routinely.
03-01-2013
The boss' high strangeness of yesterday goes unsaid; all my planned lines of the evening before as to what to say to him were suddenly vaporized from mind. He puts on the big smile thing again, and I have long been practiced in ignoring that come on.
Another public behavior driving anomaly of increased occurrence this week is to have drivers ahead of me at a traffic control fail to proceed when the light turns green. All to contain my progress and vocalize my annoyance. And what is with the new choreography of the trains of vehicles I get to experience, by having one pull off at a wide area and then pull back onto the road to follow the last vehicle? Is it to have this person re-aim their headlights directly at me as they exquisitely time their re-entry onto the road or is there some other motive/research agenda? Given the excuses the perps put on to get lights trained on me in all and every circumstance, it could only be another such excuse/incursion. I have mentioned "gravitic lensing" before, and it seems to fit their ether-gravitic modifying methods. Yes, I know the link is technical, and invokes Einstein by name which is reason enough to stop reading because it is too obscure to understand, me included. Somehow, I think there is a different and simpler technical reason if we are ever allowed to understand there is an energetic ether in which we function. (Einstein said that his theory would be inapplicable if there was an energetic ether, and he also ignored the very detailed and extensive results of Dayton Miller and instead rode with the lesser Michelson-Morley experiment results. Though now that I read the links through, I see other confirmatory experiments and ongoing controversy. Not that I trust Wikileaks any as they removed the gangstalking term some years back even with plenty of supporting experiences).
And instead of the flurry of red or silver vehicles making turns ahead of me when making the corner off highway 97 to Green Ave. (I call them "pop-ins" or "pop-outs" depending on whether they are entering or exiting the road that I am driving), sits a 10 y.o. kid in a wheelchair parked all by himself at the corner. Like WTF; how did he get there and it is a busy corner to say the least with no pedestrian need to cross the road (bush on the other side), and as it was a weekday at 0730h or so, wouldn't he get picked up by some kind of special school bus at his home? And what is the perps relentless and infernal need to put wheelchairs or images thereof in my path?
Back to the walk-in clinic to have the doctor give me a new prescription, the same doctors as as three months ago, and he still introduces himself by saying his name and looking at the floor as he is walking in. Never do I get to be disruptive and respond, "are you talking to the floor or to me?". And he didn't look at me once except after the Rx was prescribed (all online) until I asked him at the end if I got a three month supply, because yet again, he didn't say. BUT this time, unlike the first visit, he deigned to ask, (while turned away from me), if I was benefiting from the Rx, which I piped up, "yes", when the reality is "maybe". But we didn't want to get into being harassed for ten years of sustained and organized psychopathic abuse with one facet being exposing me to horrid colors or combinations thereof, which includes feeding me bright yellow pills every day as an thin excuse for this ongoing atrocity did we now?
03-02-2013
Laundry this Saturday morning, and cough-stalking from outside just as I read something interesting or realized the perps screwed me via a web page text misspelling. Exciting moments for perp nutters. No "unbalanced load" games in the washing machine today; that jerkaround hasn't yet reared its head at this location, but I expect it soon as it nearly always "erupts" in such circumstances. First get the baseline data on conventional normality at a given location, and then start spoofing things to get the laundry delayed and victim riled up.
Other perp excitement was putting on the lead-footed tromping/room vibrating gangstalkers outside, a feature of this motel, unlike last year's similar abode. The overhead pounding and stomping harassment of the last residence location has now been transformed to adjacent and lateral walkway tromping with likely augmented unconventional energetic effects to shake this place. And so begins a "day off" in fucking hell.
And the cardboard box with the blue sachet teabags is in the garbage now, finishing it last night, but the above blue light games/fuckery wasn't enough, so a 1/2" fragment of a teabag sachet somehow arrived by itself outside the closed door under the sink where the garbage is. All to "tune" me to this color at breakfast time when I don't drink tea until mid afternoon. More excitement over the color blue. I will refrain from detailing the minutia of the relentless crumbs, lint, fabric pilling and thread invasions and eruptions I get all the time, but once in a while a blatant planting of litter/debris will get a mention here.
The Firefox browser got sabotaged again, stripping out features and colors again, and the page that is used to set up viewing preferences has strangely disappeared. All to play that ridiculous game of "hunt the online display button/feature" again; I move the cursor over blank areas of the screen, which if correctly placed, reveals a button, say for "forward" (email) that I could not find due to the uncorrectable/sabotaged screen display setting, aka display feature stripping. This absurd game has been going on since about 2004, when only Amazon dot com or ca would have the oft-used "wish list" button missing, and if I knew where it was, I would click the vacant location and poof, the book (usually) would be confirmed as saved to my now lengthy wish list.
And after three re-boots, (that is, two inexplicable terminations), the TV found all its channels, moving me up from ten or so, to 40. That later morphed into watching ice hockey, a Saturday habit I once had but it passed out of favor due to intense demands way back in the farm ownership screw-over that began in 1996. Two hockey games in fact; my sorry fave team from back east and the local Vancouver team who put in a respectable performance tonight.
From then the TV "habit" kicked in big time, and I watched murder mystery/forensic science cases until midnight and then updates of a current murder case in Arizona. All the while, this pressure was on my forehead region, deep in my head. Given recent readings of David Wilcock and the interest of many civilizations in the brain's pineal gland, the so-called third eye (which in fact has retinal tissue even if not on the optical pathway), why, that just might be the perps doing some experimentation/abuse. All the murder cases involved spouses going rogue, save for one lesbian couple who were murdered together by another party. Grisly stuff for sure, but as I haven't watched any of this fare for 15 or more years, along with hockey games, I am a little mystified as to why the perps sprang this on me in one stay-in Saturday.
03-03-2013
And what is it about anything and everything to do with CD's or DVD's or the entire format that gets sabotaged? From viewing, to creating, to viewing and whatever else, it gets sabotaged 90% of the time. The latest is my Blu-ray player that won't send the signal to the TV. I got new batteries for the remote control today and it still doesn't work when it worked fine before. I have about 20 movies that have been acquired over the past three years and have seen maybe two as the player keeps getting sabotaged. I have at least four stacks of recordable CD's and not a one works to record onto despite the spec. I once bought software for universal formatting of discs and it didn't work, and when I phoned the outfit/developer they didn't know either. My CD player crapped out in 2003, I got it fixed and it worked for one CD and it crapped out again. Both Sony Discmans somehow crapped out a few years ago. Relentless sabotage over fuck-all.
I was out to get an Rx that was two days late, the assistant somehow knowing it was almost ready without referring to anything like their system to track them all. Quite the feat.
Then the checkout nonsense started up with a mother-daughter pair needing more items so she sends the daughter back, crossing my path in close, and I got to see her fugly red streaks in her blonde hair really close. I swear they moved the always-narrow checkouts closer yet for this stunt.
Plenty of more suite shaking from outside tromping Fuckwits tonight, and even a duelling coughing between two outside "just sitting around" gangstalkers.
Enough from the dulldom of being kept. A pic to finish off;
Sunday, January 09, 2011
Face Cloth Energetics
1055h
I have detailed many perp instigated events over laundry, and the careful introduction of wearing one one fresh item at a time, then two (say, shirt and socks), and now they will allow a total fresh set of clothes to be worn. That only took eight years. And face cloths are even more scrutinized, used for shaving my face and front, the latter since 2008. The face cloth machinations haven't gone unnoticed, and in the past year, shaving has become more rage-ified with adverse provocations at every turn. And too, the background noise level has been amped up, and also timed to erupt when starting or finishing up a specific region. And there are endless noise event types as well, and some are likely tied to real events like the elevator moving up and down, some 8' through two concrete walls away. So.... the deal with the face cloths, and the tea towels also, was an accumulation of brownish scuzz that was resistant to laundering, and finally after six months of this brown scuzz accretion, they allowed me to treat them with stain remover, which didn't work. So then it was Shout that was applied yesterday, and the four items were soaked, treated and laundered. And today, was the inaugural use of the face cloth, post-Shout treatment, and the perps were all over me for that with even more associated background noise; never has the elevator been busier on a Sunday morning than today. Must be all the residents (har, har) going to church for some reason. So it would seem that this latest introduction of a new product for me, and all its chemical ether considerations, and all its energetic qualities from manufacture through packaging and stocking in the store are coming to bear on this latest round of face cloth follies. And lo, if I don't get to take the face cloth to the First Feral Family house later today for my stayover tonight, and shaving tomorrow. That place being perennially out of face cloths and all the freaking disorganization over clean towels. On with the show.
No posting yesterday, even if I had plenty of time to do so, as it seems the perps are constraining my evenings while I am copying and compressing audio files from my CD collection, likely 300 in all. They like certain activities to occur at the same time while the disc is spinning in its drive, and that doesn't always include blogging. Last night they wanted me to read about PC power supplies, the so-called switching power supply. And lo, if they didn't wipe out all my saved browser tabs this morning so the article, read in many and short durations between attending to the CD "ripping" exercises and the attendant metadata ("tagging") activities, as well as them going wrong of course. So it would seem that the perps want me to gain knowledge, but only in small snippets interupted by other activities which includes spinning CD's in the PC's drive bay. I have mentioned in the past that knowledge aquisition seems to be a significant part of the perp agenda, and this would be an example of such, along with their props of having adjacent spinning discs (of plastic and aluminum). Don't ask me how it is all connected, but as it has been so consistent for the past month, it should be reported here to see if other TI's are getting significant adversity over CD copying and compressing, aka, ripping.
1220h
A round of getting Avast Antivirus (free) installed, and perused. So much of the software seems to be arranged to be TI (me, at least) adverse; lurid colors, endless upsell diversions, graphics confusion, and in Firefox, stripped out features like all important dialog boxes and activity launch buttons. This drives me to use IE for specific sites and web pages, which includes TIWorld Blogspot as all the edit commands, except Link, are stripped out.
I still haven' found an alternative to $50 J River Media Center that takes FLAC files and a logical graphical UI, so that maybe another expense to deal with. It is that time of year when they like to spawn a raft of expenses, needed or not, I don't have a choice as some kind of rationalization gets planted. The stick-in-my-craw pointless software expenditure of last year was the online backup Mozy service that couldn't get through the anti-virus software firewall, and they didn't seem too bothered by it when I brought it to their attention, and nor would they give me my money back. And why did I pay upfront and not try it out? Why, it must be the same remote influencing technologies that send me to the wrong drawer or cupboard in the kitchen as one example, even if I have lived here for over three years.
And that is it for today, as I will be heading out before long to do the First Feral Family visitation and the rest of the "Visit the Quislings" weekly stayover.
I have detailed many perp instigated events over laundry, and the careful introduction of wearing one one fresh item at a time, then two (say, shirt and socks), and now they will allow a total fresh set of clothes to be worn. That only took eight years. And face cloths are even more scrutinized, used for shaving my face and front, the latter since 2008. The face cloth machinations haven't gone unnoticed, and in the past year, shaving has become more rage-ified with adverse provocations at every turn. And too, the background noise level has been amped up, and also timed to erupt when starting or finishing up a specific region. And there are endless noise event types as well, and some are likely tied to real events like the elevator moving up and down, some 8' through two concrete walls away. So.... the deal with the face cloths, and the tea towels also, was an accumulation of brownish scuzz that was resistant to laundering, and finally after six months of this brown scuzz accretion, they allowed me to treat them with stain remover, which didn't work. So then it was Shout that was applied yesterday, and the four items were soaked, treated and laundered. And today, was the inaugural use of the face cloth, post-Shout treatment, and the perps were all over me for that with even more associated background noise; never has the elevator been busier on a Sunday morning than today. Must be all the residents (har, har) going to church for some reason. So it would seem that this latest introduction of a new product for me, and all its chemical ether considerations, and all its energetic qualities from manufacture through packaging and stocking in the store are coming to bear on this latest round of face cloth follies. And lo, if I don't get to take the face cloth to the First Feral Family house later today for my stayover tonight, and shaving tomorrow. That place being perennially out of face cloths and all the freaking disorganization over clean towels. On with the show.
No posting yesterday, even if I had plenty of time to do so, as it seems the perps are constraining my evenings while I am copying and compressing audio files from my CD collection, likely 300 in all. They like certain activities to occur at the same time while the disc is spinning in its drive, and that doesn't always include blogging. Last night they wanted me to read about PC power supplies, the so-called switching power supply. And lo, if they didn't wipe out all my saved browser tabs this morning so the article, read in many and short durations between attending to the CD "ripping" exercises and the attendant metadata ("tagging") activities, as well as them going wrong of course. So it would seem that the perps want me to gain knowledge, but only in small snippets interupted by other activities which includes spinning CD's in the PC's drive bay. I have mentioned in the past that knowledge aquisition seems to be a significant part of the perp agenda, and this would be an example of such, along with their props of having adjacent spinning discs (of plastic and aluminum). Don't ask me how it is all connected, but as it has been so consistent for the past month, it should be reported here to see if other TI's are getting significant adversity over CD copying and compressing, aka, ripping.
1220h
A round of getting Avast Antivirus (free) installed, and perused. So much of the software seems to be arranged to be TI (me, at least) adverse; lurid colors, endless upsell diversions, graphics confusion, and in Firefox, stripped out features like all important dialog boxes and activity launch buttons. This drives me to use IE for specific sites and web pages, which includes TIWorld Blogspot as all the edit commands, except Link, are stripped out.
I still haven' found an alternative to $50 J River Media Center that takes FLAC files and a logical graphical UI, so that maybe another expense to deal with. It is that time of year when they like to spawn a raft of expenses, needed or not, I don't have a choice as some kind of rationalization gets planted. The stick-in-my-craw pointless software expenditure of last year was the online backup Mozy service that couldn't get through the anti-virus software firewall, and they didn't seem too bothered by it when I brought it to their attention, and nor would they give me my money back. And why did I pay upfront and not try it out? Why, it must be the same remote influencing technologies that send me to the wrong drawer or cupboard in the kitchen as one example, even if I have lived here for over three years.
And that is it for today, as I will be heading out before long to do the First Feral Family visitation and the rest of the "Visit the Quislings" weekly stayover.
Friday, December 11, 2009
New Stripped Down Blogspot Graphics
1505h
I see my editing form that I am presently typing into has been stripped down some more. It was bad enough that the icons weren't filled in, and were all empty boxes, and if allowed to remember them, I could get by. Now, more than half the empty icon boxes have been stripped out, and beyond making links, I am SOL. (As in bringing in pictures as an example, no icon box, as well as the erase feature that would strip out embedded characters of paste actions.
Instead of getting the better version, I got a customized worse version. AndI would put in a screenshot except that icon is missing altogether.
A slack day with no meetings or comittments; just a shut-in day, the fodder for perp games it would seem, and then bombard me with gangstalkers when I next step out. A near 100% consistency. But I was allowed another menu change, a return to form. It is salad related again though; permitting garlic to be added to my salad wasn't permitted since late 2004, and ever since then, it hasn't happened. As of today, it was again, though it may not be permanent. The re-introduction of salad into my diet has been going in fits and starts since 08-2009, and incrementing it by one key ingredient (for the perps) must represent a new high point. As for me, I don't give a shit, just leave me alone. A five year hiatus of the combination of these two ingredients was decidedly definite as I have had salad since 08-2009 a mentioned above, but "somehow" I forgot my past tastes for improving it with garlic even if I had some around, which has been the case since I came back from my excursion in September. What is all means is also of no interest, but I did read that garlic had some blood cleansing properties, and we TI's know how much the perps like to draw blood samples from us, and also, from the population at large in the form of terminal experiments and maybe massacres as well.
There has to be more exciting things to talk about, having discussed the perp's salad fixation three days ago.
New-to-me TI website of interest, Are You Targetted? Yes, and they like to make sure that I know it, every waking second, and even in my dreams. A decent link page too. Check it out, and I will also put it in the Essential Postings Link posting. But I cannot, the icon has been removed;
http://areyoutargeted.com/
A pseudo icon is back again.
1545h
An add-on pertaining to last night while waiting at the bus stop at the college where I take the evening classes. A male Fuckwit arrives and stands about 6' away, bends over with the top of his head facing me, and proceeds to pretend to dig something out of his mouth with his finger. Straight out of the perp methods book; head bobs, open mouthing, and placement of objects in mouth. We have clarity, no matter how fucking stupid it looks, they will do it.
2235h
A busy day putting my grant grovelling material together, and how much I am going to squeeze for; hope springs eternal, given the last go-around, ludicrous as it was, and all the more so when I got a recent full copy of what was submitted. This is the September 2009 activity when I made an application for the Opportunities Fund for us disabled types, har, har, to apply for Oracle database evening courses. It was rejected for no given reason, but one jerkaround was that my employment case manager didn't provide a recommendation because the doctor wouldn't. And I since learned that the employment case manager got way off base by harping on about whether I would be distracted (by the usual gangstalking noises), and the doctor said yes, I would be. This is the same doctor who says I am being persecuted, and somehow (har, har) that major piece of news didn't get come out and get written up in my defence. A total fix in other words, and like I predicted, the application would be rejected for me do do it all again for the remaining two courses. That is because there is nothing more interesting to the perps than doing the same thing over again, as much as it can possibly be duplicated at a later time. They cannot get enough repetition, so my prediction was bang on, though it remains to be seen if it will be recieve a better response and all the more so with a new employment case manager.
Getting late, and I have an all day course tomorrow, so I wil be getting up earlier.
I see my editing form that I am presently typing into has been stripped down some more. It was bad enough that the icons weren't filled in, and were all empty boxes, and if allowed to remember them, I could get by. Now, more than half the empty icon boxes have been stripped out, and beyond making links, I am SOL. (As in bringing in pictures as an example, no icon box, as well as the erase feature that would strip out embedded characters of paste actions.
Instead of getting the better version, I got a customized worse version. AndI would put in a screenshot except that icon is missing altogether.
A slack day with no meetings or comittments; just a shut-in day, the fodder for perp games it would seem, and then bombard me with gangstalkers when I next step out. A near 100% consistency. But I was allowed another menu change, a return to form. It is salad related again though; permitting garlic to be added to my salad wasn't permitted since late 2004, and ever since then, it hasn't happened. As of today, it was again, though it may not be permanent. The re-introduction of salad into my diet has been going in fits and starts since 08-2009, and incrementing it by one key ingredient (for the perps) must represent a new high point. As for me, I don't give a shit, just leave me alone. A five year hiatus of the combination of these two ingredients was decidedly definite as I have had salad since 08-2009 a mentioned above, but "somehow" I forgot my past tastes for improving it with garlic even if I had some around, which has been the case since I came back from my excursion in September. What is all means is also of no interest, but I did read that garlic had some blood cleansing properties, and we TI's know how much the perps like to draw blood samples from us, and also, from the population at large in the form of terminal experiments and maybe massacres as well.
There has to be more exciting things to talk about, having discussed the perp's salad fixation three days ago.
New-to-me TI website of interest, Are You Targetted? Yes, and they like to make sure that I know it, every waking second, and even in my dreams. A decent link page too. Check it out, and I will also put it in the Essential Postings Link posting. But I cannot, the icon has been removed;
http://areyoutargeted.com/
A pseudo icon is back again.
1545h
An add-on pertaining to last night while waiting at the bus stop at the college where I take the evening classes. A male Fuckwit arrives and stands about 6' away, bends over with the top of his head facing me, and proceeds to pretend to dig something out of his mouth with his finger. Straight out of the perp methods book; head bobs, open mouthing, and placement of objects in mouth. We have clarity, no matter how fucking stupid it looks, they will do it.
2235h
A busy day putting my grant grovelling material together, and how much I am going to squeeze for; hope springs eternal, given the last go-around, ludicrous as it was, and all the more so when I got a recent full copy of what was submitted. This is the September 2009 activity when I made an application for the Opportunities Fund for us disabled types, har, har, to apply for Oracle database evening courses. It was rejected for no given reason, but one jerkaround was that my employment case manager didn't provide a recommendation because the doctor wouldn't. And I since learned that the employment case manager got way off base by harping on about whether I would be distracted (by the usual gangstalking noises), and the doctor said yes, I would be. This is the same doctor who says I am being persecuted, and somehow (har, har) that major piece of news didn't get come out and get written up in my defence. A total fix in other words, and like I predicted, the application would be rejected for me do do it all again for the remaining two courses. That is because there is nothing more interesting to the perps than doing the same thing over again, as much as it can possibly be duplicated at a later time. They cannot get enough repetition, so my prediction was bang on, though it remains to be seen if it will be recieve a better response and all the more so with a new employment case manager.
Getting late, and I have an all day course tomorrow, so I wil be getting up earlier.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Running Snippets
1720h, 10-13-2009
This might not get published for a few days, so these are snippets during the odd time I have to key something in.
I finished up on pumpkin washing, 2.5 hours worth, and even in rain gear I was soaked up the arms and into the chest as I was loading the wet and clean ones into bins, and water runs down one's cuffs. I walked to the bus stop and waited for 30 min. until it came, (all the while the centre of vehicular and ambulatory weirds gangstalking), and I am still wet but not chilled. I need a shower to warm up more than anything, and lo, if the fuckers didn't plan to screw me around. The apartment building I live in is having "problems" with the hot water boiler, and no running hot water. Fucking absurd, the one day I want to get warm and I cannot. I suppose they are testing me out on the water's provenance; soaking me with Saanich Peninsula water at the worksite, and then I get to "wear it" for the next 5 hours while out at evening class on Oracle databases. Just the usual fuckery.
Course cough-stalker at it again, 3x
Weird on the bus standing at the exit for no reason and then giving me the suggestive eye while waiting at the rear exit doors, and then the asshole stood over where my seat was. She had the size and comportment of my ex, although I have never seen her before.
10-14-2009
E. Indian face time as a coworker, in the greenhouse and outside. Picking red strawberries with him, and then later washing pumpkins with him opposite, 2' away. His brown skinned hands were made to be horribly greenish from the mercury arc lighting and/or perp fuckery. The perps made sure I looked at them plenty and was turned off by their color.
10-17-2009, Saturday
1255h
More jerkarounds; why doesn't Microsoft supply a fucking zip application with Windows? I get blocked on downloading the software, and after a day has passed and the notion of using the IE browser has been planted and worked, now I get an error messing in the Install Shield about a fucking proxy error. Excuse the profanity, but this has been a five day endeavor to date, all to get Oracle SQLDeveloper installed as part of my course work learning. One infernal obstruction after another on this front, begining with them totally blocking me with forced typos, wrong file names, wrong command use and the rest of it while in class. I was ready to walk out if this is the kind of entrenched and insane level of abuse I get for taking, and attempting to learn, Oracle SQL, all to re-establish me back to when the assholes ran me out of an IT job in 2002. And not to mention the follow-on imposed learning disabilities they keep hammering me with, as some of the material has been totally forgotten when I studied it last week, in book form, and when in class. Needless to say, I am roundly pissed that I am getting hammered with imposed adversity, even down to getting the page in the book I want from the index, at every moment on the IT course work front. They either leave me alone of I do it next year when the assholes may have calmed down some, screwing me over on other fronts.
Other obstructing bullshit today was the abortive attempt to get my tan-through shirts repaired, as the hems are unravelling, no doubt another imposed act of sabotage. For the last three weeks it was something that I intended to do on a Saturday, just like a year ago when I had to get my new underwear repaired to lower the waistband 2". But no, it wasn't allowed; I get there and the alterations shop is closed, and the new opening hours don't include today, a Mon. - Fri. opening now. The blonde babe (Favored) gangstalker was standing there only 6' away when I came to this determination, sucking on a cigarette. Then when I turned to head to the grocery store with my two shirts in a plastic bag under my arm, she tailed me with her clattering heels. It has been raining all morning so far, and may have abated in the last 20 minutes since going online for the first time today.
It was the perp's favorite game, before noon, to have me doing laundry, this time sheets which they schedule every two weeks. This is the same set, as I don't have a second set, going from the dryer to the bed. It has been this way for a decade or more, pre-overt abuse days even, so only when I develop a sudden "need" to purchase a second set will I know that the assholes are making any progress on the laundry/bedsheet games that are so important to them. The ex was terrible at laundering sheets, worse than me, like every four weeks, and I was rendered to be too demotivated to undertake this task myself. Now I know why.
As a minor aside, the perps seem to like me to add the big thick wool work socks into the same laundry load, as they dirty them up each day, even if I have been working inside all day, or outside wearing my gumboots. This relates to their footwear fetish, and the fact that my co-workers all seem to gather around when I change out of my hiking boots into gumboots. They also go still at that juncture, moving very little, save one assigned gangstalker. Another time, they had an E. Indian stand exactly over the location that my hiking boots were positioned for half the day when wearing company supplied gumboots that day. The E. Indian was on the phone at that time, but he did look rather contorted to be on the phone and stand on the exact location of my hiking boots the day before.
1410h
I was obliged to part with some cash to get Winzip as another zip file program failed on install, per above machinations. I suppose this might have been a big deal for the sickos, as they constantly stalk me at the checkout, which they did with some lug dude moving in too close for comfort while I entered my debit card details. The debit card swipe "somehow" didn't work the first time when the lug gangstalker was 4' away, and just before swiping the card for the second time, the dude moved in close, too close for my acceptable interpersonal distance, and was that much closer while the second debit card entry did work. The assholes cannot get enough action around me when purchasing something, anywhere, any method (checkout, online credit card etc.).
1430h
On a more positive note, but no less arranged, I "discovered" (read, was mind-fucked into noticing) that I was nearly 15lb less than I was 8 months ago, and with no significant dietary or exercise causal. I stood on the pallet weigh scale at the farm, and weighed in at 186lb with my hiking boots on, which would have to be 180 to 182lb next of boots and clothing. The annoying part of this is that I was mind-fucked into not noticing where I lost so much weight. For the record, I have consistently been 195lb since 2003, no matter if I hiked some 3x/week, or walked for 2 city block hours and a weight lifting 2 times per week. And in May 2007, I reduced my lunch and dinner intake by half, and this did nothing to change my weight. Anyhow, it is for the good, no matter how covertly it was applied and dithering me out of even noticing.
1535h
Chocolate time (with tea) was concurrent with a rain downpour. It has been raining most of the day, and then it let up in the early afternoon, the sky was bright even, but the rain came back. Newcomers must wonder why I mention this, but time without fail, there are (usually) adverse weather events time to my own circumstances that have added perp interest, such as ingesting brown colored food, putting my shirt back on when outside in the summer, entering and exiting the same store, and the last most significant one, starting a rainstorm as I wheeled out my bare wood Ikea KD furniture after purchase three weeks ago.
1535h
More fuckery; a 40 min. download of Oracle 11g database software, and it was unzipped at the same time, and now I cannot find where in the fuck it went to. No desktop/atartpage icons, nothing in the Programs list, nothing in the Recently Used list etc. Now I am looking for it with Windows Explorer. I have all downloads set up to copy files to C:|Temp, and none of the 1.73 Gb of data is there. These "download hunts" have been going on for the past five years, so this is nothing new, except that they stopped doing this after letting me find out where in the browser to set this up, but it is now fucked with again.
Now, as I continue to play "hunt and seek" on the PC, the assholes sent an aftershave lotion smell under my nose, then concurrently started hallway noise to the right, and outside bus noise to the left. Every thing I do is of substantial interest to the assholes, and they like to let me know. Yesterday the assholes were giving me the floating effects, caused by de-energizing one's temple lobes of one's brain.
1550h
All that downloading, 40 minutes worth, and the files have gone missing. And when attempting to re-download it, why, the download button has been stripped from the page that it was on. Another fucking jerkaround on this front, now running a week long.
A new download using IE somehow is working for "some reason". This has been the latest; fucking with Firefox and stripping out links or their usual colored web pages annotations (underlining in color) and then having the same page changed with IE. The entire Oracle single-sign on was blocked using my usual email address, and then it "worked" by using my shaw.ca email. Very frustrating to say the least, and I am sure that I don't know how much fuckery really goes on.
1650h
More screaming at the assholes when they blocked me ordering from a website. They already had me go on the phone to tell the credit card company to add a shipping address, and then they turn around and remove more click instructions on the buttons, this time in the suddenly compromised IE browser. Back to phone ordering, should that be availible. I get these fucking "certificate" messages all the time, and it seems like an excuse to fuck me over with a standardized dialog box that goes nowhere.
1705h
After re-downloading the Oracle 11g for Windows, I still get an error message that it cannot be run after it was unzipped. And what is it that Winzip still uses those fugly graphics and then makes it worse by using vague icon terms like "New" when they mean "Create". I could never get a handle on why they do this, and it has become a major obsession, duly planted to mind, of the day.
1715h
Finally, I was allowed to figure out Winzip, the difference between a file and a directory name, and am now unpacking it. Another cognitive jerkaround, as if I haven't had enough today.
2105h
The PC builder never got back to me since 10-09-2009, even after replying to his email that day (going backwards) and then sending a RESEND email to him. Since he pulled this "go quiet" act in September, and twice this month, it is time to cut him lose and get my PC components somewhere else. Like Newegg, where the shopping cart is readied for action, and awaiting a price drop on a specific item. Funny how some people just drag their ass even when dollar bills are waved under their noses. Now that the model of all-encompassing conspiratorial adversity is understood, it all makes sense.
2120h
Now I find out that all my effort to load SQLDeveloper on this PC is naught, as it has gone "missing". Not in the programs list, not on the desktop, and not in the list for changing the programs of Windows. I have never had an installed application go "missing" like this, another never-before event in a day of endless PC hacking and fuckery.
10-18-2009
1700h
A busy day with getting the salsa made to the point I could take it to my mother's place and get it through the food processor. The perps are jerking me around with cutting up the ingredients, and then rage-ifying me with lateral flying crumbs and scraps that take unconventional trajectories while being cut with a knife. I had two fuckwits accompanying me when outbound at the bus stop. And at least 100 ambulatory Fuckwits coursing by at 1000h on a Sunday morning, which is absurd for that bus stop. With the salsa ingredients in a sealable glass dish, I was mightily pissed that it leaked some into my backpack, and also that I wasn't allowed the use of a plastic bag to prevent such a predictable outcome. For some reason, it didn't leak on the way back, then inside a plastic bag I had to scrounge for at my parent's place.
It took three passes to get all the salsa put through the small food processor, and the perps made sure there was plenty of hopping crumbs that landed on surfaces and objects that were highly improbable from the conventional notions of gravity. And with the house empty, they made sure to enrage me all the more; I have been 100% accurate in predicting extra rage-ification fuckery when at someone else's empty house, e.g. in-town brother's, and mother's.
I should note that I am using up the last of the tomatoes my mother grew this year, the ones she fed Weed 'n Feed to. The active ingredient of it is 2-4D for crissakes, and she put it on the tomatoes, the very same ones I pureed. I have never made salsa before, and I am sure the perps have a huge red salsa on brown tortilla test to continue, as they have been doing many more color swappings of late; brown in front of red, vice versa, then green and red and vice versa, and so it goes. Regular readers will know that each morning I put brown peanut butter on my gluten free light grey colored bread, and then they rage-fy me 99% of the time when the red jam is placed on the peanut butter. Adding crumbs or crumb sensations to my fingertips is a regular provocation, as it flicking the ingredients around on the plate, counter or floor, and then not allowing me to clean the knife dry by keeping lineal beads of jam on the knife no matter how many times I wipe it on a bare bread corner.
I did the firewood removal from my mother's property and took it a former work colleague who has MS and cannot even use his hands. I reckon the perps savored me reversing the vehicle in the driveway to load it, putting the firewood in it on brown canvas tarps, putting the rear seat down, and having plenty of dirt and crud accompanying the firewood in and out of the vehicle. I was yet again, fucked around in not finding the intended house as planned, which is now the new norm whenever I go to a new or infrequent location. Last year they royally screwed me over and scrambled my sense of direction on this same mission to the same location. This year they let me read the map in advance, but sent me off to the wrong block, and had a nearby street ripped up to thwart my intended route. I cannot believe the amount of fucking effort that goes into jerking me around like this.
I had my double red vehicle escort while headed to my colleague's house, and one was a heavy duty pickup truck with high stakes that contained at least 1.5 cubinc yards of wet soil. The perps are always keen on having me see and contact soil of various kinds, and this was the deep black organic kind, not too different from the compost pile I am gestating at my mother's place. Regular readers will know that the perps are silly over composting, and that they like to have me involved with it to some extent. Ms. C of the story even got her "masters" composting ticket, whatever that is.
I though I had get some more pictures in, as I have been quite slack on blogging as I am so busy with the evening course and the farm work. All to fund more evening classes should the disability program jerk me around for a second round in the new year.
Some pics;
Another of those strange reflections that finds it way into my apartment; pre-overt harassment, I never saw such odd reflections as well as ones that can find me six stories up. Taken 08-22-2009; nothing else is too odd or unusual about this picture.
Yes, there was a legit fire in one suite in View Towers, but six firetrucks plus supporting vehicles, one ambulance and one police vehicle? All to spread the yellow colors and the vehicular mass they like to plant on me. Taken 08-27-2009, 1632h. Some of the fire trucks are not visible in the picture as I happened upon this event on my way to my apartment and got a better view of this clusterfuck. As above, this is all legit to a point, except for the excessive numbers of firetrucks, but to be fair, I am no expert on how they go about fire call outs for tall resident
A red and white vehicle pair in the lower left corner, one of the color combination hallmarks that every TI sees, especially for the absurd frequency of encountering vehicles that are backing up in their proximity, red and white lights ablaze. The ambulance is in the livery of the provincial fleet, and one can assume the perps have sufficient influence to ensure such a large service is painted their chosen colors, (white and red, cube van on the right side, parked at the street).
Enough of my bloggings, time to post this. If any more riotous abuse erupts I will tack it on the end.
2125h
More vexations on the web browser front. The assholes have begun to degrade Firefox on some sites, stripping out essential buttons and panels. So... I go to IE and lo, if it isn't all there in technicolor and detail. And lo, if it doesn't work, and even will display My Account in newegg when it doesn't accept it in Firefox. Then, with a pending pre-order of Windows 7 I got for half price in July, I want to add an Oracle text that has the exam guides. But both browsers are coming out trashed, but there was sufficient half buttons with a half displayed action description for me to change the shipping address and the credit card info. The deal is that I have to ask the Amazon.ca folks to add the Oracle text to my existing order for crissakes. These jerkarounds as to what I order, from which browser, with which items are getting extreme and fucking stupid. Never mind it costs me a whole lot of grief, and if this one doesn't work out, more needless expense.
This might not get published for a few days, so these are snippets during the odd time I have to key something in.
I finished up on pumpkin washing, 2.5 hours worth, and even in rain gear I was soaked up the arms and into the chest as I was loading the wet and clean ones into bins, and water runs down one's cuffs. I walked to the bus stop and waited for 30 min. until it came, (all the while the centre of vehicular and ambulatory weirds gangstalking), and I am still wet but not chilled. I need a shower to warm up more than anything, and lo, if the fuckers didn't plan to screw me around. The apartment building I live in is having "problems" with the hot water boiler, and no running hot water. Fucking absurd, the one day I want to get warm and I cannot. I suppose they are testing me out on the water's provenance; soaking me with Saanich Peninsula water at the worksite, and then I get to "wear it" for the next 5 hours while out at evening class on Oracle databases. Just the usual fuckery.
Course cough-stalker at it again, 3x
Weird on the bus standing at the exit for no reason and then giving me the suggestive eye while waiting at the rear exit doors, and then the asshole stood over where my seat was. She had the size and comportment of my ex, although I have never seen her before.
10-14-2009
E. Indian face time as a coworker, in the greenhouse and outside. Picking red strawberries with him, and then later washing pumpkins with him opposite, 2' away. His brown skinned hands were made to be horribly greenish from the mercury arc lighting and/or perp fuckery. The perps made sure I looked at them plenty and was turned off by their color.
10-17-2009, Saturday
1255h
More jerkarounds; why doesn't Microsoft supply a fucking zip application with Windows? I get blocked on downloading the software, and after a day has passed and the notion of using the IE browser has been planted and worked, now I get an error messing in the Install Shield about a fucking proxy error. Excuse the profanity, but this has been a five day endeavor to date, all to get Oracle SQLDeveloper installed as part of my course work learning. One infernal obstruction after another on this front, begining with them totally blocking me with forced typos, wrong file names, wrong command use and the rest of it while in class. I was ready to walk out if this is the kind of entrenched and insane level of abuse I get for taking, and attempting to learn, Oracle SQL, all to re-establish me back to when the assholes ran me out of an IT job in 2002. And not to mention the follow-on imposed learning disabilities they keep hammering me with, as some of the material has been totally forgotten when I studied it last week, in book form, and when in class. Needless to say, I am roundly pissed that I am getting hammered with imposed adversity, even down to getting the page in the book I want from the index, at every moment on the IT course work front. They either leave me alone of I do it next year when the assholes may have calmed down some, screwing me over on other fronts.
Other obstructing bullshit today was the abortive attempt to get my tan-through shirts repaired, as the hems are unravelling, no doubt another imposed act of sabotage. For the last three weeks it was something that I intended to do on a Saturday, just like a year ago when I had to get my new underwear repaired to lower the waistband 2". But no, it wasn't allowed; I get there and the alterations shop is closed, and the new opening hours don't include today, a Mon. - Fri. opening now. The blonde babe (Favored) gangstalker was standing there only 6' away when I came to this determination, sucking on a cigarette. Then when I turned to head to the grocery store with my two shirts in a plastic bag under my arm, she tailed me with her clattering heels. It has been raining all morning so far, and may have abated in the last 20 minutes since going online for the first time today.
It was the perp's favorite game, before noon, to have me doing laundry, this time sheets which they schedule every two weeks. This is the same set, as I don't have a second set, going from the dryer to the bed. It has been this way for a decade or more, pre-overt abuse days even, so only when I develop a sudden "need" to purchase a second set will I know that the assholes are making any progress on the laundry/bedsheet games that are so important to them. The ex was terrible at laundering sheets, worse than me, like every four weeks, and I was rendered to be too demotivated to undertake this task myself. Now I know why.
As a minor aside, the perps seem to like me to add the big thick wool work socks into the same laundry load, as they dirty them up each day, even if I have been working inside all day, or outside wearing my gumboots. This relates to their footwear fetish, and the fact that my co-workers all seem to gather around when I change out of my hiking boots into gumboots. They also go still at that juncture, moving very little, save one assigned gangstalker. Another time, they had an E. Indian stand exactly over the location that my hiking boots were positioned for half the day when wearing company supplied gumboots that day. The E. Indian was on the phone at that time, but he did look rather contorted to be on the phone and stand on the exact location of my hiking boots the day before.
1410h
I was obliged to part with some cash to get Winzip as another zip file program failed on install, per above machinations. I suppose this might have been a big deal for the sickos, as they constantly stalk me at the checkout, which they did with some lug dude moving in too close for comfort while I entered my debit card details. The debit card swipe "somehow" didn't work the first time when the lug gangstalker was 4' away, and just before swiping the card for the second time, the dude moved in close, too close for my acceptable interpersonal distance, and was that much closer while the second debit card entry did work. The assholes cannot get enough action around me when purchasing something, anywhere, any method (checkout, online credit card etc.).
1430h
On a more positive note, but no less arranged, I "discovered" (read, was mind-fucked into noticing) that I was nearly 15lb less than I was 8 months ago, and with no significant dietary or exercise causal. I stood on the pallet weigh scale at the farm, and weighed in at 186lb with my hiking boots on, which would have to be 180 to 182lb next of boots and clothing. The annoying part of this is that I was mind-fucked into not noticing where I lost so much weight. For the record, I have consistently been 195lb since 2003, no matter if I hiked some 3x/week, or walked for 2 city block hours and a weight lifting 2 times per week. And in May 2007, I reduced my lunch and dinner intake by half, and this did nothing to change my weight. Anyhow, it is for the good, no matter how covertly it was applied and dithering me out of even noticing.
1535h
Chocolate time (with tea) was concurrent with a rain downpour. It has been raining most of the day, and then it let up in the early afternoon, the sky was bright even, but the rain came back. Newcomers must wonder why I mention this, but time without fail, there are (usually) adverse weather events time to my own circumstances that have added perp interest, such as ingesting brown colored food, putting my shirt back on when outside in the summer, entering and exiting the same store, and the last most significant one, starting a rainstorm as I wheeled out my bare wood Ikea KD furniture after purchase three weeks ago.
1535h
More fuckery; a 40 min. download of Oracle 11g database software, and it was unzipped at the same time, and now I cannot find where in the fuck it went to. No desktop/atartpage icons, nothing in the Programs list, nothing in the Recently Used list etc. Now I am looking for it with Windows Explorer. I have all downloads set up to copy files to C:|Temp, and none of the 1.73 Gb of data is there. These "download hunts" have been going on for the past five years, so this is nothing new, except that they stopped doing this after letting me find out where in the browser to set this up, but it is now fucked with again.
Now, as I continue to play "hunt and seek" on the PC, the assholes sent an aftershave lotion smell under my nose, then concurrently started hallway noise to the right, and outside bus noise to the left. Every thing I do is of substantial interest to the assholes, and they like to let me know. Yesterday the assholes were giving me the floating effects, caused by de-energizing one's temple lobes of one's brain.
1550h
All that downloading, 40 minutes worth, and the files have gone missing. And when attempting to re-download it, why, the download button has been stripped from the page that it was on. Another fucking jerkaround on this front, now running a week long.
A new download using IE somehow is working for "some reason". This has been the latest; fucking with Firefox and stripping out links or their usual colored web pages annotations (underlining in color) and then having the same page changed with IE. The entire Oracle single-sign on was blocked using my usual email address, and then it "worked" by using my shaw.ca email. Very frustrating to say the least, and I am sure that I don't know how much fuckery really goes on.
1650h
More screaming at the assholes when they blocked me ordering from a website. They already had me go on the phone to tell the credit card company to add a shipping address, and then they turn around and remove more click instructions on the buttons, this time in the suddenly compromised IE browser. Back to phone ordering, should that be availible. I get these fucking "certificate" messages all the time, and it seems like an excuse to fuck me over with a standardized dialog box that goes nowhere.
1705h
After re-downloading the Oracle 11g for Windows, I still get an error message that it cannot be run after it was unzipped. And what is it that Winzip still uses those fugly graphics and then makes it worse by using vague icon terms like "New" when they mean "Create". I could never get a handle on why they do this, and it has become a major obsession, duly planted to mind, of the day.
1715h
Finally, I was allowed to figure out Winzip, the difference between a file and a directory name, and am now unpacking it. Another cognitive jerkaround, as if I haven't had enough today.
2105h
The PC builder never got back to me since 10-09-2009, even after replying to his email that day (going backwards) and then sending a RESEND email to him. Since he pulled this "go quiet" act in September, and twice this month, it is time to cut him lose and get my PC components somewhere else. Like Newegg, where the shopping cart is readied for action, and awaiting a price drop on a specific item. Funny how some people just drag their ass even when dollar bills are waved under their noses. Now that the model of all-encompassing conspiratorial adversity is understood, it all makes sense.
2120h
Now I find out that all my effort to load SQLDeveloper on this PC is naught, as it has gone "missing". Not in the programs list, not on the desktop, and not in the list for changing the programs of Windows. I have never had an installed application go "missing" like this, another never-before event in a day of endless PC hacking and fuckery.
10-18-2009
1700h
A busy day with getting the salsa made to the point I could take it to my mother's place and get it through the food processor. The perps are jerking me around with cutting up the ingredients, and then rage-ifying me with lateral flying crumbs and scraps that take unconventional trajectories while being cut with a knife. I had two fuckwits accompanying me when outbound at the bus stop. And at least 100 ambulatory Fuckwits coursing by at 1000h on a Sunday morning, which is absurd for that bus stop. With the salsa ingredients in a sealable glass dish, I was mightily pissed that it leaked some into my backpack, and also that I wasn't allowed the use of a plastic bag to prevent such a predictable outcome. For some reason, it didn't leak on the way back, then inside a plastic bag I had to scrounge for at my parent's place.
It took three passes to get all the salsa put through the small food processor, and the perps made sure there was plenty of hopping crumbs that landed on surfaces and objects that were highly improbable from the conventional notions of gravity. And with the house empty, they made sure to enrage me all the more; I have been 100% accurate in predicting extra rage-ification fuckery when at someone else's empty house, e.g. in-town brother's, and mother's.
I should note that I am using up the last of the tomatoes my mother grew this year, the ones she fed Weed 'n Feed to. The active ingredient of it is 2-4D for crissakes, and she put it on the tomatoes, the very same ones I pureed. I have never made salsa before, and I am sure the perps have a huge red salsa on brown tortilla test to continue, as they have been doing many more color swappings of late; brown in front of red, vice versa, then green and red and vice versa, and so it goes. Regular readers will know that each morning I put brown peanut butter on my gluten free light grey colored bread, and then they rage-fy me 99% of the time when the red jam is placed on the peanut butter. Adding crumbs or crumb sensations to my fingertips is a regular provocation, as it flicking the ingredients around on the plate, counter or floor, and then not allowing me to clean the knife dry by keeping lineal beads of jam on the knife no matter how many times I wipe it on a bare bread corner.
I did the firewood removal from my mother's property and took it a former work colleague who has MS and cannot even use his hands. I reckon the perps savored me reversing the vehicle in the driveway to load it, putting the firewood in it on brown canvas tarps, putting the rear seat down, and having plenty of dirt and crud accompanying the firewood in and out of the vehicle. I was yet again, fucked around in not finding the intended house as planned, which is now the new norm whenever I go to a new or infrequent location. Last year they royally screwed me over and scrambled my sense of direction on this same mission to the same location. This year they let me read the map in advance, but sent me off to the wrong block, and had a nearby street ripped up to thwart my intended route. I cannot believe the amount of fucking effort that goes into jerking me around like this.
I had my double red vehicle escort while headed to my colleague's house, and one was a heavy duty pickup truck with high stakes that contained at least 1.5 cubinc yards of wet soil. The perps are always keen on having me see and contact soil of various kinds, and this was the deep black organic kind, not too different from the compost pile I am gestating at my mother's place. Regular readers will know that the perps are silly over composting, and that they like to have me involved with it to some extent. Ms. C of the story even got her "masters" composting ticket, whatever that is.
I though I had get some more pictures in, as I have been quite slack on blogging as I am so busy with the evening course and the farm work. All to fund more evening classes should the disability program jerk me around for a second round in the new year.
Some pics;
Another of those strange reflections that finds it way into my apartment; pre-overt harassment, I never saw such odd reflections as well as ones that can find me six stories up. Taken 08-22-2009; nothing else is too odd or unusual about this picture.
Yes, there was a legit fire in one suite in View Towers, but six firetrucks plus supporting vehicles, one ambulance and one police vehicle? All to spread the yellow colors and the vehicular mass they like to plant on me. Taken 08-27-2009, 1632h. Some of the fire trucks are not visible in the picture as I happened upon this event on my way to my apartment and got a better view of this clusterfuck. As above, this is all legit to a point, except for the excessive numbers of firetrucks, but to be fair, I am no expert on how they go about fire call outs for tall resident
A red and white vehicle pair in the lower left corner, one of the color combination hallmarks that every TI sees, especially for the absurd frequency of encountering vehicles that are backing up in their proximity, red and white lights ablaze. The ambulance is in the livery of the provincial fleet, and one can assume the perps have sufficient influence to ensure such a large service is painted their chosen colors, (white and red, cube van on the right side, parked at the street).
Enough of my bloggings, time to post this. If any more riotous abuse erupts I will tack it on the end.
2125h
More vexations on the web browser front. The assholes have begun to degrade Firefox on some sites, stripping out essential buttons and panels. So... I go to IE and lo, if it isn't all there in technicolor and detail. And lo, if it doesn't work, and even will display My Account in newegg when it doesn't accept it in Firefox. Then, with a pending pre-order of Windows 7 I got for half price in July, I want to add an Oracle text that has the exam guides. But both browsers are coming out trashed, but there was sufficient half buttons with a half displayed action description for me to change the shipping address and the credit card info. The deal is that I have to ask the Amazon.ca folks to add the Oracle text to my existing order for crissakes. These jerkarounds as to what I order, from which browser, with which items are getting extreme and fucking stupid. Never mind it costs me a whole lot of grief, and if this one doesn't work out, more needless expense.
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