Serial Motorcycle Noise Attacks

1400h
Three supposed motorcycles, incredibly loud ones, just "passed by", as in noise only. There is nowhere near here to drive them that fast or that sustained. The routine is; motorcycle noise penetrates my earmuffs; remove earmuffs, place them in my lap and plug ears for about 20 seconds, often with extra ear popping noise and sensations of no ostensible cause. Then put earmuffs back on and repeat the noise exercise within 10 seconds. Then a third round that can even penetrate my ears with my fingers plugging them. It is clear that I loathe this noise more than any others, and it clear they also like to place motorcycles as silent props by parking them on sidewalks, vacant lots and even outside the full height windowed lobby of this apartment block. Don't as me why the assholes are so bent out of shape over motorcycles, particularly the loud chopped Harley Davidsons, often as a 1950's era design. I will have to make a phone call to a certain abuse survivor to ask these questions, and I haven't assembled a list of questions or done any preparation. It must be another planted notion, all to have me ponder someone specific who likely doesn't know anything about me.

I had my posse of Fuckwits earlier when making the gangstalker gauntlet walk of two blocks to the ATM machine to deposit my payday check. Two dudes, both in black jackets were 30' ahead and 70' ahead, often lining themselves up in front of me, coordinating their side to side movements to stay aligned. Both took the same route to cross the street, but the closer one "happened" to meet up with me again at the next street corner, and lo, if he wasn't posted in the shadows of a large overhang doing the "just stand there" act on my homebound leg. He wasn't the only one reprising their gangstalking for each leg, inbound and outbound. Two more fuckers were in the same block, one with her tongue hanging out, the other in "guppy mode", keeping his mouth open. And I had my all black dressed and black backpacking Fuckwit outside near (5') the ATM machine all the time while banking. It is almost unbelievable that anyone would putz at length with their backpack at the main entrance doors of a major downtown bank branch, but there he was, pissing around outside, while I was inside, and he was posing in the E. facing glass first and then the mirrored S. facing glass all the while I was inside at the ATM. And when I exited he was still in front of the main doors, perparing to depart. The modern MIB now comes with a black backpack as well as the hikey-bikey look and a shock of white hair. Still a sick asshole by any account.

There has been plenty of provocations, at least 50 so far, to keep the rage level up, often just before beginning a new task. The crackling noise from nowhere has been playing big of late, and it "comes from" any body joint never minding the fact that it never happened before late 2007 and I am the most flexible I have ever been. Other routine bullshit is to pull objects from my fingers, and force my fingers into situations I had no intention of doing. The crumb games have also been playing big of late, often flying in from nowhere to land in front of me when at the table. The crumbs are also getting more specialized by flying through the crossed temple arms of my glasses immediately after taking them off. I have called these targeted crumbs "animated dust" as I have never seen such a fast moving dust particle in all my life. Other games have been to flash red or purple plasma momentarily, often in concert with "enhancing" the edges of objects, e.g. dinner places, this LCD panel, furniture etc.

2000h
A strange afternoon. After tea and chocolate I started the PC up but Firefox would not start and the Windows Task Manager would not display either. I shut the PC down and read a book on fatty acids, and after some 30 minutes I was too wiped to read so I laid down and napped for about 30 minutes. After that, I booted up the PC and everything was fine, hence this blog posting.

I did the Saturday night cleaning version at the part time cleaning job tonight. I go earlier than the boss man as my sections are vacated while sales isn't. But that doesn't stop the Sales staff from coming into service to attend to late arriving customers in Service. As in, arriving just when I was crouched down dealing with garbage bags, and then extending the bullshit chatter to increase my wait time until I could start the vacuum cleaner up. Anyhow, I worked for 1.5 hours and got building section cleaned that I had intended to, which isn't often allowed for this TI gig. Usually it is the other way around, frustrated from accomplishment by arranged circumstances and jerkarounds, especially at the end of an endeavor.

It is a long weekend here, so I won't be back on the job until Tuesday.

2310h
I was transported into playing PC builder again, selecting PC components that are all unaffordable. They put me through this once before in 2005-6, even chasing down dual CPU motherboards (expensive). Near the end of my apartment stay they sabotaged the motherboard and the PC was totally down. I took it in for repair and ended up with a new motherboard, memory, CPU and basically I had to go with the PC components the repair outfit dealt in. And none of all that prior PC build planning amounted to anything in the circumstances. I wonder what my tormentors get from all this. I am begining to suspect that the color of the PC/electronic equipment's wire insulation, fittings, sockets, case, circuit board, metals and the rest of it has huge implications for the perps. Hence, them chasing me down with copper colored vehicles.