Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Laundry Games Again

For the second week in succession, the perps stopped my laundry load in mid washing, and put on the "unbalanced load" light. As in bullshit, the load wasn't unbalanced at the start because I have learned to always balance the laundry in the washing machine tub, and nor did it appear unbalanced when I attended to it. Just more fucking bullshit over screwing with my laundry, something they did at the outset when this insane reign of abuse began, April 2002. One half month to the ten year anniversary of this fucking hell the assholes put me in, and still keep me in.

More negro stalking at the exercise room; it doesn't matter when I go; 2:30, 3:30, 4:30 - the fucker is dressed up like a cleaner, and "just happens" to be loitering around when I am there. It used to be that he was never there, then his cleaning cart, and now every time, four in succession so far. What is the perp's insane preoccupation with making sure I get a surfeit of negro gangstalkers?

This time, I get the said negro doing this hang dog look waling toward me, making out he didn't see me coming, belligerently encroaching on the available space as we passed in the tight quarters of the change room.

Ditto another fuckwit yesterday; at the top of the stairs and making out he didn't hear me coming up, and the asshole was occupying the entire landing, until I said something to him. The "sorry" thing again. I don't respond to these any more, and they are clearly arranged.

The freak in class again, up to his personal space encroachment fuckery. He put his wool somethings next to my book when I had vacated my chair temporarily during a break, and I asked him to remove it, and he did. His bag on the floor somehow kept moving under my feet, and three times I pushed it away. A final space encroachment again, at the end of class, same scenario, pretending to not know I was there.

Then the "piss-brothers", doing tag-team pissing, one classmate swapping urinal use next to me while I was captive in an extended piss just before a late lunch. The perps just love to delay lunch, more than any other meal by far.

Open Office, and the assholes made the mouse-pointer unavailable by putting a "busy" circle in its place and not allowing any scroll control. Like WTF; this PC is plenty fast, Open Office is well behaved, and suddenly this sudden obstruction from nowhere, not even doing heavy searches.

The day of our final presentations in viticulture class, one extra table was added overnight to the classroom U shape, so the freak was one empty chair space away, not next to me. Though that did not stop him putting things between us to get them closer to me, and to have them contact my papers on the table surface.

Ditto at the library tonight; the dude with the backwards ball-cap doing his head bobbling and twisting also found a "need" to place his stuff over top of my papers on my desk.

On the street on my way back from class, a wacko dude in a blue and black checkered jacket was coming at me from the 10 o'clock position some, 80' away, and from a driveway while I was walking straight on the sidewalk. He he comes ambling along in this ridiculous gait, still coming at me some 20' away, and then when 8' away I look to see what his intentions are, and here he is looking backwards. The very moment I wanted to check the Fuckwit out, he is looking backwards at absolutely nothing, doing the intentional look-at-nothing move. I scuttled onto the road to get out of the Fuckwit's path, but to date, this represents the single most rudest and blatant ambulatory stunt to walk into me yet, and there was plenty of room for the Fuckwit to go behind me, which what the outcome was. Walking toward someone on a collision course from 80' away and then looking away at the critical collision avoidance moment; talk about taking the cake for idiotic street behavior.

Finished final term paper, and I was allowed to get on with it instead of being cognitively dithered, what they have done for six weekend days in the prior four weeks. We had had a final exam review, then an seeming impromptu student study session afterward, when some students moved tables and chairs to make it convivial. Then the class freak arrives two hours later, hangs around for 20 minutes, then seemingly departs. I get forced to take a piss, and lo, if the freak's doppelganger from last week isn't in the washroom too. I return to the classroom and lo, if the class freak is back when re-enter the room, arriving in my absence. The class freak then regales us with the story, probably true, that he got pulled over by the police while smoking dope while driving, but after some gruff exchange, he wasn't busted.

Then the class freak sits down, most strangely, as he clearly didn't want to participate in the study session, having already surveyed the scene and departing. So he chooses a seat exactly behind the class babe, me on her right, and he on her left. As in "Hide the freak", akin to other games of placing the Unfavored (male, unruly beard, dreads, rear hanging bag hat) behind someone who is Favored (attractive female), and only showing a glimpse of them. How often have I mentioned "auric co-opting" in this blog? Many times, though not recently.
Fortunately, the study session was almost over and we all departed within five minutes or so

Extra slow internet tonight; which also serves as the excuse to limit a web page's functionality, like having the yahoo email not fetch the names that match the pattern when I am entering them into the Recipient box. Talk about senseless functional decomposition.

Last day of viticulture classes, final exam; pub, then later trip to instructor's house for a final student get together.

Much red wine last night at the viticulture class final wind-up party, and lo, if there isn't a sharp increase in red colored gangstalking vehicles today. The usual choreographed sit-near-me games at the party, and others ignoring me. It seems some are chosen be given extra face time with me, pretending to be more of a pal all of a sudden. Nothing different than the prior decades, when work colleagues would have a friendly spell of a few months and then backed off for no reason. The ostensible reason was that there was a office move, or some other organizational event that covered for their fickle friendship.

I got totally fucked around going to the bank, having walked downtown to get there. They totally blanked me out to have me walk two extra blocks in the wrong direction, and then back again. They even had the RCMP police doing strange ambulatory back and forths in full kit, and arriving from an unmarked vehicle, assuming they didn't teleport the dick. And I knew where the bank was no less.

And insane vehicular traffic today, me walking to the college library to print, and lo, if it didn't print, then needing "help" because fucking windows won't display the printer queue. The librarian babe had to come to help me, and lo, if it didn't start printing when I was at the printer, and she at my desk, exchanging locations as she often putzes at the printer before I do a print job.

A $50 shuttle trip to the airport, and the road traffic was obscene, the driver making out that I have lived in Penticton too long. Well, it was like this in September when last in Kelowna in 2010, and the usual suspects were out in force; petroleum fuel products tankers, cement delivery trucks, the organized colors of vehicular gangstalkers (much greyscale colors with a red vehicle inserted into the cluster), motorcycles, boom trucks for high wire work and on and on. All in a day of vehicular gangstalking, though I am at a disadvantage if I don't know the town, which is the case.

A non-stop flight from Kelowna to Victoria, my first permitted flight since Oct-Nov. 2002. Almost needless to say, an increase of the same airline's commercials on TV, and the next, they doing some kind of dumbassed April Fools Day faux commercial about putting kids in the cargo bay, for which I fail to see the humor. It might even be a fair description of what they did to me in the "lost years", when aged 3 to 5, when I have no recollection of where I was or lived, save a few smatterings of recall. Other abusees of military excesses, have reported being transferred by aircraft, namely, Carol Rutz,  the author of A Nation Betrayed.

And a half full flight, in a Boeing 747-700, and to my dismay, I see they have put LED screens on the back of the seats, so they can pump whatever nasty mind-fuck/mind research irradiations into the faces of all the unsuspecting victims, ahem, passengers. And believe me, I have seen and felt some horrid irradiative/entraining energies coming off  LED displays for quite a few years now. And lo, if they didn't also put the "dog on", a small one in a cage in the passenger area of the aircraft, same as they do for the city bus trips, and of course, the vehicular gangstalking show.

A 1.5 hour wait in the airport, with a slow infiltration of seeming passengers filling in around me. I was allowed to have my back to the wall, so none of the games of ructions, rustling and inanity behind me. Such are my passing successes, measured by the degree of harassment I get. One Fuckwit 6' away was prone on the seats, and about 30 min. later this woman sits between us and brings her blue bag to put near me and gives me this strange piercing stare, to which I stared back. Like WTF; most women smile or say something if sitting close to someone, but no, this fucking weird stare. Then a hour later, my "gangstalking family", two young blonde girls, aged 4 and 6, and mom and dad, who led ahead of me through the security check, decided to relocate opposite me after having a seat somewhere else. How it is all those "passengers" ended up at Gate 7 for a 1750h and yet didn't get on the flight 197 was another mystery. It isn't a big airport, and wouldn't get 747's, so what was the big crowd for?

And for the third week in succession, the perps hold up the washing machine with my soggy laundry in it, the "load imbalance" light again, when there was only a quarter of a normal load. I move a few items around, seeing no cause for the putative load problem, put the lid on, and the washing machine comes back to life.

I should of got this done earlier, but things being what they are, I don't have much of a choice in how and when things get done.

I am at the First Feral Family house, looking for a used automobile to purchase. (Much easier to look for a vehicle with a borrowed one). I am getting jammed left and right; do I get a Volvo, my fave, or go with a Honda or a Toyota, the latter two maintainable in Penticton where I plan to live, should I get a vineyard gig. And now that three months of viticulture training is over, I desperately need a gig, and seem to be the only one in the class who cannot get one, even if I have four years of farm work gigging behind me. And too, I asked lots of questions in class, while everyone else hung back (per perp script IMHO), so what is going on? To be fair, April is a slack month for vineyard work, as the pruning should be done, and they get serious with shoot tucking and green shoot pruning in May. As always, I cannot buy a break, even if I had the cash, which is severely crimped right now.

A busy day today all round; I got my ass, back and legs waxed today, in keeping with this new-found (read, imposed) hairless body ethic, save my head, as I would NEVER want to be seen as the disgusting perp sight of the (very Unfavored) skinheaded males (usually), as if I escaped from somewhere. No escape for me of course, living in a in-situ prison, called mind-control and human experimentation abuse. It was the same person who waxed my back and ass last December, though she didn't look as scared shitless this time, feigning some conversation that didn't register as I later learned upon saying goodbye.

Now the wait to see if the perps use the excuse for my ass waxing to launch another round of shit games. Regular readers will know that the perps have routinely turned the act of taking a crap into one of high abuse, plastering it on my ass and making a severe mess of it, needing plunging and showering often times. They backed off this abuse in fall-2011, and I thought that the ass waxing to remove the hairs that serve as the perp's excuse to plaster shit on me. But NO, they resumed shit plastering me as of Dec. 12, 2011 when I had the ass waxing, and only backed off this past month. Just when the last vestige of an excuse was eliminated, ass hair, they just merrily plastered me with extra shit anyways when taking a crap. So there, go figure that in conventional terms, especially when the shit games suddenly unfolded as of April 15, 2002.

The waxing attendant showed me the color of the wax this time, and it was lime green, though no wax remains on me. So I wasn't too surprised to see a surge of  lime green dressed gangstalkers while out today, as well as lime green vehicles. They are also going heavy on red vehicles too, putting four in file, all the same red color tone even. Other times, I had at least twelve silver grey vehicles clustered around me in traffic. They had at least five police/police vehicles out, and three fire department cruise-abouts too. The vehicle traffic was obscene, this Tuesday mid-day, and no doubt in an excited level, having been waxed, powdered and whatevered by the waxing/spa attendant. Also, at least 15 brown colored vehicles were inserted into the gangstalking mix over the afternoon, about the most brown gangstalking vehicles I have seen in one outing, ever.

The perps even arranged a ridiculous slanging match at a used car lot; the salesman was running a hose, and asked me if he could, help and I said yes. Then he made out that he couldn't hear me, and the perps trashed my hearing, and so it got to be ridiculous really quick. Then he accused me of having an "attitude", and I said I came to look at Volvos, and then not hearing again, he told me to get off the lot. He was still running the hose, so I ignored the Fuckwit, and looked over this Volvo 850, while he was still running the water and cleaning something. As I was leaving, he told me the Volvo was sold, and I said something like, "is it now?" and departed. This ridiculous scene had to be rigged, as the guy wasn't going to move from his running hose, or was in any way interested in making a sale. Quite silly, all in all, and about the most adverse salesman experience I have ever encountered, starting up very fast, and of no seeming issue. As always, the perps like to deviate from stereotypes, but one never knows when. The adjacent car lot also had a Volvo, which I was hovering over, and no salesman came out. More arranged absurdity to be sure.

And in keeping with the perp's incremental allowance of exposure to permissible interaction; first the salesman doesn't come at all, the next time on a car lot, the salesman resorts to a anti-customer rant, per above, while 20' away and running a hose/noise source he does nothing about. Maybe next, the salesman will appear normal, and then get suddenly called off in mid-interaction. I am sure I will find out soon enough, though next blog posting. Stay tuned for the TI Victim Goes Car Shopping. Seeing that my daughter did some many weeks of serious car shopping about four months ago, having far more money than me, the perps might being trying to do a composite study of the human energetic interaction on car shopping. Such are the trivial minds at work, and a lifetime of it no less. Not to mention the surge of no replies to my email queries to vehicle vendors.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Pruning in Snow

03-17-2012 Saturday
Finally, some work as I have overdrawn my account, and lo, if it wasn't snowing where the pruning was, so three hours work instead of 8. And a ride to the vineyard, with two others in the vehicle, and they "happened" to be waiting in the vehicle underneath this motel suite. And parked in the place of an Alberta vehicle that had been in that very stall for weeks, and it was gone, all for my confreres to be in a same colored silver-grey in that very parking stall. Parked underneath and phoning me above for crissakes.

It was a wet snow, but at least the perps didn't crank up the wind to make it unbearable. The two co-workers were a woman from my class, and a blonde dreadlocked dude from last year's class. And have I mentioned how I loathe the sight of dreadlocks, and how often the perps put this freak variety, aka Unfavored hair style, for me to see? At least once per week, and likely more often. Not to forget a dreadlocked freak in my Viticulture class, replete with large beard, and worse yet, a bag toque, one that fits sloppily and hangs at the back of this head, giving the appearance of an extended rear portion of his head, something else I cannot stand. (Nearly all hats and hoodies in fact).

A prior leg shave and frontal shave lat evening with a new razor, handle. always exciting for the perps when I change my safety razor insert or purchase a new kind of disposable blade.

One hour of allowed term paper work, and then a sudden nap-attack for 1.5 hours,
then a two 100g chocolate bar tea-time, and term paper work allowed for two hours, though what was written will have to be substantially reworked. The perps like me to lay down an initial draft and spend countless revisions at the same thing, even hanging me up on understanding what I am reading. Cognitive impairment is quite subtle and can be considered to be always applied.

The usual coincident coughing from my co-workers, none of whom has a cold, while I am making a pruning cut.

My worker colleagues like to mention "Montreal", often enough, one from a small town in Quebec. Funny how Montreal and New York figure in the idle meant-for-me chat that goes on.

Similar deal at pickup time the next morning. At 0821h I go outside to take the garbage out, and was gone from the room for a minute maximum, and lo, if the employer didn't call just then and left a message on my phone. (Light was flashing). Like WTF; he calls exactly when I wasn't here, though to be fair, he was expected around 0830h. This time, the silver Hyundai was back in the usual location, underneath this suite, and so he was parked 10' away. I had even looked when I put the garbage out, seeing the Hyundai there, not the Honda.

Sunny all day long, and warm too. A full 8 hours of work, and got paid, always a big deal it seems. Not just recieving money, but the perps putting on shows of other recieving their paycheck, e.g. last week.

The Quebecois person that employs us for pruning is married to an E. Indian woman, and they have a 2 week old baby I came to know by having lunch at their house. The mother looked totally terrified of me, though I was doing nothing but sitting down and eating my lunch, and commented on how young the baby was. On the mother's second pass by, she looked less terrified. Funny how that happens, and has happened all my life, these unknown people that seem scared shitless of me from no actions of my own.

What is it that the perps have to send people to stand in the way of my view all the time? Two of the crew at lunch feign a need to look out to the spectacular view down Lake Okanagan, high up on the Naramata Bench, as well as stepping over my pack on the floor to get to the window. Fucking rude shit again, and it is so consistent.

The Viticulture class Freak comes in for 30 minutes and slouches in his seat, and doesn't open the books up, and leaves for good at lunchtime, posing outside the cafeteria. Then an almost doppelganger, same color and style of coat,with similar long straggly matted hair and a big black beard does three passes over the next 20 minutes while at lunch with class colleagues. This was the week they had me sit elsewhere in the classroom as the new instructor put the projector in the path of my sightline to the front board/screen.

And moving seats again in class, sitting next to the babe as one student returned from an extra long weekend when I thought he wasn't going to take the course as he has a Pesticide Applicator's Certificate. A ditz instructor, disorganized presentation material and not answering the questions I ask, while others hold back and don't enjoin in the class discussion. I seem to be getting totally clobbered with cognitive dithering irradiations or however they do this abuse.

I was the class demo-dolly, putting on the white tyvek suit modeled for the class; for no seeming educational benefit as the instructor curtailed the "teaching moment" for some strange reason.

Last class of Pesticide Applicator's course. I went to the small college gm to work out after, and had the  herding dudes again, creeping me out. And a jerkaround with the library card and the gym card, getting totally wiped and using the wrong one, all to get more dude-time at the counter, and more forced back and forths.

My treadmill shutdown for no reason, and I had to restart it again.

My library card can be loaded with money to make it useable as a cash source for photocopying, and the E. Indian library assistant (brown skin) had to make an extra trip back to the library as the machine gobbled up the money and didn't assign the photocopy credits. So she came back with two one dollar coins to replace my $2 coin. And lo, if one of the hang-around-me classmates (deep brown colored jacket) didn't come by then, making conversation and continuing to check out what I was photocopying (Viticulture related papers, recieving them from another student).

I started a new jar of coconut butter this morning, which might of got the perps excited, as they pissed me off for at least ten rage-ifications this morning. Having the food items on the spoon doing backflips and lateral movements of no conventional origin, as every morning, doesn't count as a rage-ification event as it happens all the time now.

The Pesticide Applicators' Certificate exam this morning, a proctored 3 hour open book exam. After suffering the ditz instructor for the prior instructor for the prior four days this week, one would think an examiner would of been a relief. But no, he had this stinking cologne on that permeated the room and was under my nose for most of the time. And too, part of the deal was that the perps like to rile me up over exam marking while the rest of the class holds their tongue for some reason, but this time it was during the exam. I get a Version 4, when the instructor said it was Version 3, and I get three questions about plant nurseries instead of grapes or field crops. I explained this to the proctor, but he seemed to be in a half smirk state, so I now get it; rile the victim up during the exam instead of a day later with capricious marking. At least these were the final three questions so I didn't stress out untl the very end.

A job interview in Oliver this afternoon, needing to rent a vehicle again. Naturally, the vehicular gangstalking force was out, even tailgating me, and having the tailgater tail me for a block of evasive action on my part. And at least 8 brown motorhomes heading N, as I was travelling S, quite the arrangement to say the least, unusally ensconced with surrounding posse of white and silver grey vehicles in tight formation. Many more red colored vehicles too, sometimes four at a glance, and believe me, the perps will arrange things just for a fleeting moment.

A strange interview, with the interviewer doing most of the talking, and not asking many. Plus, I walk into the tasting room, and three personnel are arranged in chairs just inside the door. None of them was looking for me as the interview subject, and when I was asked about tractor driving experience, I replied that I had little, as the job ad read, "experience preferred". The person harumpfed over my reply, and as it "happens", he was the owner of the vineyard/winery. And have I mentioned the preponderance of business owners "showing up" just for me when I am in their store, building, business or whatever? Plenty. And at no time did the interviewer say why he asked me to the interview, as it seemed key, given the small staff numbers and no backup personnel. Nor did he mention what the wage was. This was the first interview the perps have allowed me to attend in 12 years, if one doesn't count the ridiculous group interview last summer at a certain winery that shall remain nameless. All prior jobs have been either the survive mode hiring method, i.e. survive the first day and one is hired, or else hired over the phone without a real interview.

 03-24-2012 Saturday
Back from vine pruning today, like last weekend. And the STRATCOM bombers were out in force, or else the noise thereof. Like at least 30 overflight events today, sometimes one after the other. And they are supposed to be on randomized flight paths, har, har. The perps like to put this on especially when I first arrive, and again when I resume work after lunch. Funny how that happens. At least a 12 other local aircraft making noise, one floatplane on a senseless flight path, making a 90 degree turn overhead and headed to the mountains when the 144 km lake beckoned below. No black helicopters today, unlike last week. (Not forgetting that a local person owns one and is permitted to fly it onto their property nearby, a legitmate black helicopter even, though no rationale as to why he chose black for crissakes). I see enough hubcap-less vehicles every day due to the profusion of them in this town for unknown reasons, and the wheel rims are black in almost every case. Somehow, the perps know I have an aversion to black wheeled cars and trucks, and they make sure I see at least 50 most days, sometimes hundreds if I am driving.

As I am continuing to write my term assignment tonight, the perps have started up the pounding and noise games; "from" the next room, "from" below (a void where vehicles are parked) and "from" non-contiguous building sections. Like WTF; why are they going fucking beserk over the fact that I am writing a term paper, delayed by five weekend days of screwing with my cognitive abilities to write.

Another big perp event; I switched to a new brand of dishes detergent; a colorless Eco type after ten years of using Dawn. Detergents and dishes cleaning are always big Fuckcover events, and about four years ago they switched me from the inky blue Dawn to the brighter aqua blue Dawn because they stopped the supply of the former. In a total new switch, now a colorless Eco brand that surely has to be the biggest news of the week, for those in perp-land.

More pounding and vibration from below as I am doing extensive cut and pasting in finally being allowed to devote some focussed time to getting this wretched term assignment done, though I am far from completion. And no freaking phone calls tonight, and last night too. Recall that last weekend, when the perps cognitively clobbered me, I recieved phone calls when only 30 minutes or so into getting started on this same assignment.

Then a party next door with girl talk, interspersed with dude talk, to then cover me from the last 10 min. of seated time, to the next 20min. in bed while reading. These transitional noise games are nothing new.  Then they pounded the wall that faces outside, the one I am leaning my head against of course.

More vine pruning today, getting some income from this weekend's work. Then tieing down the vine canes on the trellis, and hoping not to split or break them in the process. As "usual" the STRATCOM bombers flew high overhead, at least 25 overflights plus augmentations with single engine aircraft and one boomy sounding helicopter that I did not get to see due to the high overcast cloud conditons. And a new noise for after lunch, dirt motorcycles were buzzing somewhere nearby, as the property backs onto public forest lands with a right-of-way crossing it. The vineyard is next to the powerline and gas line right-of-way, and no doubt the perps thought this was interesting, as they like me to be doing work near them. Something to do with the charge they carry, some would say even "dark energy" as the best minds don't yet understand electricity even, or at least, so I have read more than once. But one can be sure the perps do, and use it to their advantage, and who knows what they pump into household A/C circuits. At times, they will utilize A/C circuits to generate masers flying out of a wall socket, have been the target of said masers.

Other excitement for the perps might be that they had me do a full frontal shave this morning, the first in three days as my mornings had been too busy. And using a fresh towel too, always of intense perp interest. And the usual hackings at me to get some blood samples, as if they were from the safety razor, though they clearly weren't. Not when one gets little oval lesions, or when one witnesses a wound opening up beside the razor head, one inch away and the wound/hacking was proceeding to open up in the same direction I was pulling the parallel razor. It is very difficult to cut oneself with current day safety razors, and yet it keeps "happening" each morning I do a full frontal shave, hackings on my left and right abdominal region and every 5 days or so, some on my nuts, as it "happened" today. And to protract the fuckery, they interfere with the stepic pencil and delay staunching of their inflicted hacking, all to make more blood mess and whatever else they get from it. Though I also sense the perps are testing intake of substances through one's skin, given that they like me to use body creams, something I never did before. So perhaps they are testing me on the stepic pencil's chemical (anhydrous aluminum sulfate, potassium alum (both are types of alum) or titanium dioxide) systemic intake though my skin,and comparing abdominal skin to the much thinner skin on my nuts. Just more grist for their mill, and it is getting extremely boring, being kept in this wilderness of abusive insanity, theirs that is.

The perps have kept me out of swimming, something I did 3x/week for 13 years, swimming 7500m on the week. Talk about skin immersion and dermal uptake, but still they are farting around with how substances are getting into one's bloodstream, all these nearly ten years of insane abuse. The did let me swim in a lake once last year, in the company of my farmworker colleague in Victoria, who likes to hang around me and keep in touch. Why anyone would want to associate with me with the hounds of hell on my every move tells me that they are either an operative or some other trained dupe who is getting a big payout. I would be obvious in her case, as she is another dirt poor farm hand, though taking a landscaping course to upgrade her skill set. That she has "followed" me to both my farm worksites in the past two years hasn't gone unnoticed, and of course that she never brings up the big H topic, that being Harassment. A trademark of nearly everyone I know who has been given some idea as to the totality of this abuse scene.

Anyway, to get this posted, and now going into the last week of my three month Viticulture course in Penticton, and by dint of nearly no one returning my emails, still no work.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Australian Week


Day 1 of my work practicum at a vineyard, and lo, if the perps didn't pull an all day snow-light rain today, limiting my view from the window of the viticulturalist. He is Australian, so it was difficult to understand him at times, though he has lived here for two years, and is doubtless familiar with accent understanding abilities.

I am renting a light metallic blue Hyundai this week, an OK vehicle in all. Naturally, the blue vehilcle stalking ramped up, and they like to arrange at least three or more blue colored vehicles around me at intervals. The greyscale colors also predominate of arranged vehicles, and they are trying me out on more red colored vehicles in a single glance, up to six at a glance and quite a increase of the usual red vehicle ensconced among a greyscale color escort. I suspect the red piping on the inside of my stretch wind-proof pants is the attraction for the perps, as they had purged me of red colored clothing back in 2002, when it would strangely get mangled in washing machines and experience accelerated wear.

And it is to rain all week, and lo, if the perps didn't screw me out of bringing my raingear up to this city. Funny how that happens, the first week I get to do physical work. I have a pile of notes to type up, and I am going to call today as blogged, unless something bizarre erupts.

Out and about in the vineyard, an overhead helicopter in near full time attendance, white with a light green tail; and lo, if it didn't find me again when 30km away, driving back on the highway.

One of the vineyard staff has a brigh yellow truck, and she was having an extended conversation with the viticulturalist, before during and after my lunch in the office. She was a graduate of last year's class in viticulture.

An unfriendly woman with a black colored vacuum hose arrives at the lunch table, and with a plastic box-  and gives me a stare.The she leaves the items at the table, and takes off while I am finishing lunch. And lo, if she didn't pop-up at the hallway corner when exiting the lunch room.

I arrive with the vehicle in Penticton and utilized it to do some shopping, somehow having a "need" to get more Nutella at a large volume discount store. And lo, if I don't meet one of my classmates, and he holds me up with conversation at the chocolate section. He was also in brown, a fugly lighter yellow toned brown. A 70 y.o. , ancient crone in blonde hair also came by, invoking some conversation- yuk.


More bizarre vehicle passing games on the highway, not that I was going much more than the speed limit, for the third time in three days.

When approaching Skaha Lake, a bird was in place over the lakeside bluffs, staying motionless in mid-air, as the wind was sufficient to keep it aloft. An interesting diversion as the bird was motionless, and lo, if they didn't then re-direct my vision to an overhead helicopter, my regular one this week, visible at the same size, orientation and apparent speed as the bird.

At the vineyard/winery, a family with two kids came to visit the vineyard manager, and strangely hang outside of his office in the hall and smile, while the boy looked terrified. Neither party seemed to know the other and the rationale of introducing them wasn't clear either. Kid-stalking again.

Another oddity of a vehicle passing me, this time on a back road when I was travelling in excess of the speed limit in a residental area, and this woman with two kids staring at me passes by. Not your normal mother

A Chicken Run, stopping off with the rental car at a certain supermarket and then going home to eat some and then making chicken quesadillas. At least 20 tromping walkbys after that, while cutting it up and making dinner. Exciting times for insane assholes

I see that Songbird, the music library won't work now; my go to media player, because it played FLAC files unlike that wretched Windows equivalent, is now broke, even after re-installing it. Having me without music is just where they want me; all the on-off album listening/purchasing of the long past is now better  understood in terms of perp manipulation. Plus, making sure the then wife was a total ignoramous about music, another way of keeping me out of the mainstream.

Last day of driving the blue rental Hyundai I had this week, and no perp games of scraping or damaging it, like they did to me in 2002, and fucking me out of $600 in repair costs. Plenty of similar light metallic blue vehicles on the road in the vehicular gangstalking parace and escort. They fucked me out of remembering to fill it up, and with a pending $55 charge by Budget to do the same, I was back in the vehicle and drove to the nearest gasoline station. I was told it was a Mohawk, but no, it was a Husky, and why do I constantly get such deliberate disinformation all the time? Then I was asked if I wanted a ride back to my hotel, and I said yes. And lo, if the offer wasn't retracted as the person who was to drive was gone. With only three staff there, how did she not know? And the strange dude who is the lot boy, came to stare at me from behind the counter, appearing to be there for no other cause but to stand there with his motorcycle helmet in his arm. Like WTF; why are so many seeming normal people behaving so strangely.

And with the vehicle, just before turning it in, I drop into the suntan salon, to set up an appointment in the next two hours, if possible. Not only two ahead of me in the line, but three more women who came in and just sat there on the couch, not seeming to be involved in getting a tan, though it looked like all of them were regular tan salon customers, going by skin tone. Sensing that I wasn't going to get in soon, I explained that I was passing by, and the attendant said the lie-down bed was availible. So I took a tan, still dressed in my outside work clothes, boots and long underwear on. And when I get out, the salon attendant is barrelling at me as I step into the hallway, and another five people have arrived to loiter in the salon lobby for some strange reason, this at 1430h on a Friday. Like WTF; just blatant loiterers pretending to be part of the crush. Last week's tanning session should put paid to any notion this this is "normal' ebb and flow of tanning customers in March on a weekday afternoon.

Anyhow, I will be doing pruning for pay tomorrow, all day if it goes OK, Sunday as well. Now that the perps have be into my overdraft at the bank, and a $400 hit for car rental, they decide to pull me out of it, at least for now. Funny how that "happens", though they have kept me in an overdraft state for five or more months at a stretch, though they seemed to lessen these indebted durations in the last three years. I say so what, if one adds up foregone income since 04-2002, that is a $500,000 bill, and none of this month-to-month existence, in and out of farm work each year. All the while, drawing this ridiculous "disabled" income to barely get me by. Then add on the imposed chocolate eating "need", often $250/month so the perps can play brown food color games. Then add on the unneccessary shopping "needs", like those steel toed boots that haven't been worn in 4.5 years, due to the sudden decrease in jobs after they were purchased. I reckon last year's sudden shopping "needs" screwed me out of $1000 bucks. Some of it was needed to upgrade my wardrobe, but not all of it. Tiresome intrusion into every aspect of my now-squalid existence. Welcome to the New Perp Order.

Now to be posted to stop my retrospective analysis of perp abuses.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Sabotaged Email Sending

I started on the significant assignment after a forced nap (didn't need the sleep), then timed awakening  for dinner, then after dinner, and then when getting started, noise outbreaks; noisy vehicles outside, jabbering gangstalkers,

Then when sending an email, why, it got blocked and then when I looked at it, why, it had been sent 8 times for crissakes. Then, when looking at this very blog to record that fuckery, why, it became inaccessible all of a sudden. I can see how easily the whole world could get fucked by operating on the "cloud", the networked mainframes, and then the network getting wobbled all over.

Thudding and room vibrations while I am online, and flipping through web pages, some of them deeply colored. Earmuffs on the entire time, but if they want to add a concurrent noise with shaking the room, they don't have any problem with getting through my earmuffs.

Water hammer noise is getting through my earmuffs as I write this; the perp excitement seems to be over doing extensive bookmarking of useful web pages for a Viticulture assignment.

Last night, a legs shave in the bath, followed by a shower to get the soapy scuzz off me, and then skin cream to trap the water in, all in the service of keeping skin moisture up and its tan enhancing properties. It seems to work, as my legs are much more tanned than the rest of me and I get tanned evenly at the tanning salon.

That was yesterday, a big stakeout and gangstalking, and having me wait 1.5 hours because of a sudden Saturaday rush of persons needing tanning, when the place was empty the same time the week before. But hey, they had me walk around, get and pack groceries, some of them brown colored, and chocolate too. And we all know how the perps go nutzo over presenting brown colors to me in metered and incremental doses. And too, many brown vehicles were courseing around me for the first 10 minutes after the tan when I was walking back. Not just the light colored metallic tan colors, barely different from the silver-grey gangstalking vehicles they like to place around me ad nauseum, but honest mid and deep brown metallic vehicles, some three at a time in various confluence configurations. This insane choreography of matching gangstalking vehicles, by colors, vehicle type (SUV's, sedans, trucks together) and even design features (e.g. low sloped rear windows), has now reached a new level after ten years of this insane depraved abuse. The perps have finally had the temerity, (or whatever scientific purpose they have), to place multiple and mobile brown vehicles around me, but only after getting tanned, as in browner skin, and wandering around with brown colored grocery items for 1.5 hours. Fucking ridiculous, and plain fucked in the head, them that is.

 03-04-2012, 1300h
Kept inside for most of the day so far, and only outside time has been to get my laundry done, and lo, if that didn't get me the most dreaded of noises, the Harley Davidson motorcycle noise. As mentioned, this place overlooks the road beside Riverside Park in Penticton, BC, and that has been the "parade route" for excessive numbers of noise making vehicles for all the time I am here. Now, even if still winter and about 5C degrees, the perp assholes have put on the motorcycle noise they know I loathe most of all. I haven't run to the windows to part the curtains to see if it is real motorcycling indiots, or if is a noise-only event, but one can be sure they like to grind me down with this particular noise anytime of the year.

  03-04-2012, 1600h
Clearly, doing laundry was extra exciting for the perps today, putting on a bicycle-attending stalker at the stairway when I had finished putting the laundry on in the washing machine. (A separate outside accessible laundry room here at this motel). Two more visits to get the laundry dried as they have arranged 45 min. dryer time per load, and it isn't enough. Back again to re-start the dryer, and again for the final time to retrieve the lot. And lo, if the bicycle stalker wasn't attending to his bicycle again, and lo, if there wasn't also a vagrant stalker hauling his stash of bottles and cans to his bicycle in the middle of the parking lot. And lo, if he wasn't bent over as I passed by, like a good and well trained gangstalker asshole, bent over at the waist to stretch his spine.

And I notice that the perps like to hold me up in getting on with my assignments; they pulled a 1.5 hour nap attack when I was set to get started yesterday afternoon. And I wasn't short on sleep, I didn't need a nap, all I wanted to do was get going after the morning had been sandbagged but the strangely delayed suntanning session.

My watch's date is magically out by one day, as in adding a day. It registered Feb. 29 OK, and Mar. 01,02 etc. but somehow slipped a day and now reads Mar. 06. That "caused" me to write down the wrong date the entire day in Viticulture class, today. I cannot count the number of times the perps have played this game, from stratight ahead mind-fucks, to watch sabotage, but they get no end of thrills of having me get the date wrong, behind or forward, it "happens" in equal measure. I reckon since this depraved abuse they started in 04-2002, they have fucked me writing or typing the date incorrectly, not including typos, at least 400x. Fucking hilarious for the juvenile minds that govern perp-dom.

Brownstalking on the way into class at the college this morning. A brown uniformed Fuckwit was packing a cardboard box 50' away, and legit it was, as he was headed to some newly placed dumpsters that recycle cardboard. But lo, if the Fuckwit didn't "happen" to enter the classroom an hour later or so and ask the instructor to take a spare table, itself a light brown formica with deeper brown particleboard underneath. He is at least the 8th act that has arrived in the classroom in some guise in the last two months of classes.

A forced nap at the most unusual time, after reading some 10 pages of a viticulture paper, a sudden nap attack at 1730h, normally dinner time for me. Naturally, everything got backed up as I started making dinner in a post-nap state, being made to feel "floaty" and disengaged while chopping the chicken meat. And how many times have I complained of extra arranged noise at that occasion, as well as arranged noises? Probably a few times, though on the abuse level it isn't too big. Though it has been consistent for the nine years of making my own regular chicken quesadilla mealtimes, another anomaly also. I never would of stood for eating the same food day-in, day-out, bur for some reason, (har, har), I don't mind, so to speak. And if one is doing an experiment on rats, what do they feed them? The same thing of course, to eliminate the diet variables.

And it should note, the floaty sensation is linked to decreased amygdala activity in one's brain, the site of psychic energies say the sort-of experts. So... all those poor folk suffering this along with the rest of the symptoms of anxiety attacks, guess what? You could well be invaded by the Psychopathic Confederacy if you will allow this moment of unsupported conflation. Yes, I had anxiety attacks once, and I had no idea what was happening to me at first, as the doctor said I was healthy. A total feeling of dread goes with it, and little did I know at the time I was invaded and controlled, known to my then wife, employer and others.

More "brown stalking" this morning; a cardboard box bearing pedestrian ahead of me, and just when I caught up to her to pass by, why, flattened cardbox box happened to be lying on the ground next to the sidewalk on her side. Funny how that "happens".

A morning on learning about Transportation of Dangerous Goods, and fairly detailed it was too. Thankfully the final quiz wasn't too much of a surprise. And lo, if the instructor didn't have his cardboard prop too, to show us what all those numbers and letters mean that are printed on the side.

The class freak was in full dread mode today, like yesterday. No rear hanging bag hat to hide it, though I am never sure what is worse to look at. And he made sure he was on show when I went for lunch, "happening" to make fast exit from the room so he could be seen coming toward me when in the lobby. And fucking disgusting it is to see a head full of dreads, about the most well-named hairstyle there is.

And more sabotage; the Songbird music application won't import all my music when it did before. There isn't much variation on how one does things in Songbird, save appearances (skins). Another piece of sabotage IMHO, and I haven't yet found Windows Media Player  on my Windows 7 machine either. It has been long understood that the perps govern every instant of my existence, and music and movies are under tight control. Even in the long past I could never understand why I went off music for years at a time, but now it makes sense in this model of having a totally run life, though what they get from this I cannot say.

More cold temperature perversity at the college today. The classroom has been cool most mornings, and a number of us are in folded arms mode to conserve body heat. At lunch time, a few of us go to the new building and eat in the cafeteria where there is some sun streaming through the S. facing windows, and limited warming. But today, for some insane perverse reason, the kitchen staff opened up a side door when it was about 2C degrees outside, and with the perps' ability to create wind anywhere they want, why, the wind came gusting some 50' inside and chilled us down. I "felt" it the most, and hightailed it out of there to get back to the classroom, and kept my coat on for the afternoon, something I don't ordinarily do. The rest of the table stayed there for some 20 minutes, also odd, as they were equally displeased with the kitchen staff's games. Anyhow, yet another way of having me prematurely part company and have a just-used seat there at the table, something the perps have long managed for, these musical chair-like games.

And there was a profusion of masers and plasma beams coming off the intructor in the afternoon today; I suppose that wearing my coat for the first time in the classroom might have been the perp excitement, as they are decidedly nuts about clothing colors, fabric types, and what is worn where- inside or outside.

Tractor driving, class gangstalking is relentless; this most strange habit of at least one of them planting themselves immediately in front of me to block my line of sight, always the taller males.

Obstructed at gym, the assholes made me suddenly tired after one quarter mile lap on the treadmill. I managed to get another lap done while running, and then it was too difficult to do anything but walk another lap. I had been doing four lap runs twice a week for the last three weeks, and suddenly this tiredness onset. Nothing new to me, as they did this to me for street running in 2003, and I had given it up until recent weeks, and the odd permitted treadmill runs in 2006 and 2007, when I was allowed to exercise with the insane level of gangstalkers around me, herding me here and there.

I was also obstructed from getting on and writing my assignment, the third obvious time this past week. (Other methods were forced nap attacks just when I wanted to get going). Then when allowed to put some work into it they fucked the Save, and it didn't/couldn't be saved. then the automatic Open Office recovery was blatantly stopped "automatic recovery interupted",  so I ended up with no saved changes after 40min. of work. Just to think they were pulling this shit all the time in 2002, and here they are, back at it.

negro stalking hang-around by the negro cleaner, changing his hours so to hang around, as normally he is around at 1530h, but lo, if he didn't change it for me at 1630h. Then another negro was hanging around outside the gym on the other side of the door, so when I decided to pack it in, why the fucker went into lead-ahead gangstalk mode, making it utterly clear he wasn't waiting for anyone, but there for stalking.

then the assholes obstructed another save on the above assignment file, doing exactly the same thing, hanging my Save again.

And it seems that the Job Bank site shutdown was on the heels of no viticulture jobs for two weeks, seeming to prolong the no-job activity they had already started under a different guise. Only orchard jobs now it seems; another suckdown maybe, get the training and then no jobs materialize. Done it, as in having it done to me in 2010 and the assholes are pulling the same shit again. They also screwed me out of a GIS job in 1990, after ten months of training, as I was assigned to a database development project instead.

A morning of learning about workplace hazardous materials and then a field trip to Oliver, the second time this week, to tour the Kubota dealership, and then a farm implement manufacturing plant.

Constant internet fuckery going on tonight, even my Google searches are getting blocked, and was only seeking the next page. Another site, where I was intently reading about a grape varietal problem, suddenly got swapped out and a page came up in the same livery, that they had retired the site. Hilarious, swapping out web pages as I am reading them and putting on the excuse that the website had retired just then.

Other excitement for the perps, going by the accompanying noise increase, was that I opened up a cover letter file that was given to me by a female classmate, (also very attractive) as a template to work from in order to enhance my own cover letter. It always seems to me that the perps are curtailing my cover letters, and I find myself "stuck" on what to say.

As part of the vitculture class, a tour of the Slimline plant in town, they make Turbo-mist sprayers for orchard and vineyards. An exam after that, with the perps running interference on which answers were correc, screwing me out of at least 4 of 25 marks. A delayed lunch, then a barbque at the instructor's property, some wine, two hamburgers, one sausage and then 20 min. of tractor driving, then it was time to go, 1700h

Dude babble and floor scraping sounds have been arranged next door for me to overhear. The noise came through at the same noise level after I put the earmuffs on. Then later, pounding and vibrating this place on and off for 15 minutes.

A legs shave last thing before be, always a big perp event too.

A Saturday, and the usual bus trip to the tanning salon. I t was nowhere near the zoo it was at the same time last week, more in keeping with the apparent low demand at this time of year. But having made a reservation so I wouldn't get screwed like last week, why, I still had to wait 10 minutes because they fucked up my reservation and put me into the booth, when I always use the lie-down bed. And of course there was someone occupying it, so 10 minutes waiting on the lime green covered couch. And I shouldn't of been too surprised by the lime green gangstalkring vehicles and clothed persons afterward. As with last week, great numbers of vehicles surging in arranged clusters, usually a brown one ensconced among silver-grey and white vehicles, and in clusters of 6 to 10 vehicles. Sometimes they are all going over the speed limit, and other times well under, adding a new variation to the arrangements, coordinated vehicle speeds among the vehicular gangstalkers.

And some laundry got done today, the perps timing of a long haired male Fuckwit to be outside the laundry room door when I exited. The same Fuckwit managed to time his next gangstalking about two hours later, just as I was about to enter my apartment with my laundry. Said dude had tied up both washing machines with giant loads of clothes, and I wasn't about to start pulling his laundry out of the washing machine.

I was finally allowed to complete on getting a hair cut; a burst of one way vehicular gangstalker when I exited the shop. It was a training school, so I got a haircut for $11, and the trainee at first, and the instructor as well.

Heavy duty tromping dudes outside, heard through the earmuffs, at least once/min. for 60 minutes, while editing a document on the PC. Then a colossal crap, and for once, no toilet plunging and related games.
The the alarm clock went off by itsel.

Some pounding and vibration heard through the earmuffs as I switch to another window/tab in my browser; exciting moments for the perps, insane abusive depravity as I see it.

A "tab attack", where all open tabs got closed without warning by means of some fuckery around the lame (and sabotaged IMHO) Firefox tab group interface, about the dumbest interface going with implied mouse commands and the fuzzed out background that one cannot get back to. This was arranged after a run-up of water running noises heard through the earmuffs, and then when I slammed them down realizing I had been fucked out of 20 open tabs in the middle of attempting to detail some facts related to the paper I am attempting to write, why, a sudden onset of vehicle noise outside. This insane procession of vehicles past a park on one side and this residential and hotel area on the other, and this route is not a major one out of town. So why all this vehicular gangstalking outside? Anyhow, a total invasive disruption/Fuckover stunt, when writing this paper has been nothng but an total adverserial experience, on top of typo sabotage.It is fucking insane, outrageous and utterly stupid to be cognivitely sabotaged down to my very last deed and thought.

I am in the process of fixing a flight reservation for which Irecieved no email or confirmation number. I haven't flown anywhere for over nine years, so no doubt the flying experience is going to be severely sandbagged, from making reservations and on from there. The perps have a pressing need to understand something about human interaction with the earth, and take every moment to exploit this, from elevator games/gangstalking on up. Now, they let me "graduate" to making a flight in late March. We shall see if it happens. I have only being on hold for 15 minutes after a pissing match with the voice recognition software they are using as their "help" system.

The last time they let me fly was to Salt Lake City from Seattle in the fall, so to speak, of 2002, when I returned to work for a while, only to get screwed again in in December, as in not allowed to keep a job due to pummeling head pain that was blockable momentarily by putting my arms over my head or loitering near metal objects. It usually took them no longer than a minute to re-aim the beam at me to bring on the head pain again. I suspect the assholes have neutered my brain's pain responses since then, and are delving into the same places, without the pain sensations. Occasionally I get a deep pain jab, often at a moment of cognitive realization, say, getting screwed by the assholes as I attempt to pick something up, always a major fuckable event.

I finally got a person to speak with about my non-reservation as it turned out. And too, repeating the name, email address, credit card and phone number twice, the first time for the person to look for my reservation and possible credit card charge, and then again to make the booking.

Separately, an address change is going for the fourth round; unrelenting fuckups that are being made by a real person. somehow, the adress change didn't go through in time, so instead of getting the journal a week later after it being re-directed, why, it spent  six weeks in limbo (somehow), and I didn't recieve it until early March instead of mid-January. It was the professional foresters monthly journal, and contained the notice of the annual meeting taking place in the same city I vacated after 10 years of being kept there (Victoria, BC). So.. all my forestry colleagues who attended the annual meeting, converged on the city 6 weeks after I departed for this viticulture school gig that I am now on. And too, someone didn't want me to know that, so they kept the journal in circulation so to speak, as in witholding my mail until it was long over. Nice of them, controlling whom I see and even ponder about.

I got to get this off, as I will be on a work practicum this week. Strange things are bound to happen, and I rented a vehicle to get there and back.

Saturday, March 03, 2012

Pounding the Place

A Saturday, and a city bus trip into the mall area of Penticton, and heavily gangstalked at LD again. And more after picking up a hot cooked chicken, a rare chicken run via the bus. Then an afternoon movie need struck, and a pointless dull out viewing Boogie Nights; ugh.

The room pounding starts up as I am reading about viticulture and vineyard design -faux door closing eruptions, at least 5 in 10 minutes, and some kind of mild zapping simutaneously, enough to annoy me.

More PC freeze ups as I proceed to email or save a file, it is not just internet service they are choking down. Even the USB drives are getting choked down; the top USB socket always works and suddenly it doesn't, but lo, if the second USB socket did work, just an example of the trivial abuse pursuits they are putting me through. Nearly ten years of this insane depraved abuse, and here they are pissing around with what USB port I use.

Then a total mangling of my resume on another site after the perps stripped out the upload button, visible on the first visitation. It was so bad I just gave up. Maybe it is to be an "interested" indicator - should they send me an email request for a new resume I would know they are interested; but like all resume sites to date, no response whatsoever. just to think, I am so multi-skilled thanks to the perps; forestry, geographic information systems, database design (IT), farm work, and soon I hope, viticultural work. And I rarely get a reply, even if I tailor the resume to the job and omit irrelevant experience and training.

Busy studying, but every so often a noise flurry; hotrod muffler noise, frog-like chirping in this suite of no known conventional source. Onto Cold-FX due to a sudden cold symptoms increase. Last week, the class babe needed Cold-FX, and I gave her my bottle, and said to take what she needed. She took it home and took some out and gave me the bottle back, no problem. The next week she brings in the same number of pills she used in a plastic bag, Cold-FX, except they had one blue end on the white capsule.  So here we go again, pill swapping pills with someone who resupplies me with different colored ones, presumably from a different source.

The exercise of taking contents out of a jar or tub continues to fascinate the perps; scrapping the side of vessel horizontally and then vertically, and also they suck the contents to the side of the vessel while I am lifting it up with the spoon, so part of the food (usually), travels up the side of the vessel. This mild stunt has been going on for over a year now, and it does amaze me how often the need to play this game. Not to be confused with them also cranking up the abuse when I am finishing up a food item and tossing out the vessel, or else when opening a new one, say, jam, coconut butter or plastic wrapped packages.

A legs shave last night to no big deal, no jabbering Fuckwits outside or even tromping boots

The preeminent electronic job board for all of Canada is still shutdown, now over a week, and no seeming internet scuttlebut on why. Even from the college library there is no access. Funny how that is, a regular daily event of looking there has been excised from my habits due to this most strange website shutdown.

More pounding the place when I have my earmuffs on, and concurrent zapping. An added dimension is to have me almost dozing off and then a mighty thud and vibration to wake me up.

Started the irrigation course today, a three day run. The instructor is a Chilean fellow, very knowledgeable, but a strong accent. It could of been perp dithering, but I was making more of what he said as the day progressed. And too, I hadn't heard the v and w sounds as "b", as in binyard for vineyard since last summer when working with the Mexicans.

The perps were going nuts on me this morning, dithering my finger motor control so I had to make two or more grasping attempts to pick up objects, sometimes five or more, this constant fucking me as to what I grasp or touch. Mondays are always big Fuckover days, especially when been holed up in a shut-in situation the prior day.

Other perp excitement would of been starting a new bag of ground coffee, and a new package of the smaller breakfast tortillas. They also screwed in into sleeping in an extra hour, sending me off to sleep after the alarm went off. So not full frontal shaving this morning, another highly managed Fuckover scene for them. And no quesadilla slices made up for taking my lunch, so a chicken drumstick wrapped up in cling wrap in its place. They don't often have me put plastic (cling wrap) inside my decidedly non-plastic steel tiffen tin, but like I say, the perps typically go extra beserk on me on Mondays. Another reason might be the new instructor, per above.

So far, their crowning Fuckover touch was to screw me out of taking my workout tights, only a shirt, runners and socks. And I find this out when at the gym changeroom, all undressed. Fucking insane that I am not allowed to chose my own clothing and that it is an obscene jerkaround stunt. The tail-me dudes were on me in the change room, there is place for when I "discovered"  my missing gym wear, making sure that I didn't do a screaming rage show by myself.

The class freak was two chairs away at the start of the Viticulture class, and then moved closer during a feint/session with the instructor first showing off his brownish arm wearing a T-shirt, and in olive green drab, semi-military colors. let me count the Unfavoreds, rolled up with this one Freak; male over 15y.o., dreads hair, a bag hat, beard, strange round glasses (swapping his metal rimmed round ones for thicker plastic round ones earlier this week), and darker skinned- six Unfavored features in the body of one person.

Another lunch time dude flush at lunch- a cluster of ten or so who stick together, and also did last week when there was a reading break and the campus largely empty. The skinhead of the dude cluster arranged himself sitting behind the babe at lunchtime, and also  adding much male banter noise in the background with his confreres. And lots of freaks outside; skinhead, do-rag heads, wheelchairs again - almost standard at lunch time now. And still the retards too, sitting back about three tables away, letting the dudes have their turn to be closest.

A field trip with the Viticulture class to the town of Oliver to an irrigation supply business, and quite the show of PVC and all, as the perps find no end of value of having me exposed to plastics and also all  water and irrigation fittings.

The class freak was acting idiotic while there, bumping into fittings and hanging around behind me, though from the next store aisle. And 3 inches of snow this morning, causing to put on my Yak Trax, those rubber shoe-add-ons that have coil wire underneath to grip the snow, and they work great. And it is one of the few new things that hasnt fucked up, like what usually happes, the perps exploiting my unfamiliarity with new items, gadgets and the like.

And on the way there, hold up, as the fire department was attending to someone who apparently went off the road, so one lane traffic. And lo, if they didnt put on a brown turbanned male as part of the show, this person looking down, very possibly the driver of the vehicle. All that BS to see a fucking turban.

Two classmates seemed to be sticking to me like glue on the field trip, evidenced once in the above mentioned irrigation supply center, and in the field at a vineyard. One was dressed in brown and the other in lime green; and both had the unerring knack of getting in my line of sight more than once.

 A quiz this morning, with the perps all over me in terms of harassment beforehand; sending me to the wrong drawer or cupboard for an item at least 8x when making breakfast. I make the same breakfast every morning, and I know where everything is in the kitchen after the first day of moving in. So now, almost two months later, they are stupidizing me and controlling me to have habits, deleterious ones, that I never had before. The perps always crank up the abuse level when I have a quiz that morning.

And unconventionally making extra noise at every turn; utensils clatter when the items didn't contact anything, and so it goes, everything I do in the kitchen gets extra-conventional noise applied to it. Also, touching and tapping my hands when they didn't contact anything. They flicked my glasses on the bedside stand this morning when the bed blanket was 12" away, though I was making the bed at the time. Some drifting snow this morning when I set off to walk to the college, and still some snow on the ground from yesterday's small snowfall of 3" or so. Other excitement for the perps this morning was that I opened a new jar of coconut butter, and one can be sure the opening of the package of any regular food item, particularly before going out, is genuine excitement for a perp asshole.

Wine tasting in Viticulture class got me a little looped before noon, though I was attempting to nullify this by eating green pumpkin seeds from my lunch for the second day, this and this too might of been exciting for the perps. (How many mentions has there been about food color, especially if just consumed, or sitting in the mouth of a gangstalker Hundreds by now.) One can also be sure that if I did any yoga on the dark green carpeted floor, a dark green dressed Fuckwit gangstalker will be on my ass within 5 minutes. And too, sending in dark green colored vehicles, to cross my path before or after crossing the street. The Eckhardt-Highway97 corner where I cross to walk to the college and back was also crazy with extra same silver-grey vehicles, some four in file.

A field trip that somehow I missed out on planning for in Viticulture class today. I had only street wear, and would seem that was the big plan, and it was no more than a five minute drive to a vineyard, and as it unfolded, a seeming stake-out for the class to form around me. We were in the vineyard, and the grower-owner was speaking at length, in a alley between two rows, one pruned, and the other not, while the class was clustered at the row end. At one point he says something like, "let's go", and motioned everyone to walk down the alley between the two rows, so I make a move to go, and lo, if the speaker and everyone else didn't just stand there and not move. So it was only me who moved out of the bunch of 12, and I ended up 3ft from the speaker, getting faked out. Two other classmates move in behind me, and lo, if I wasnt surrounded and couldnt back up.

Toward the end of the speakers (apostrophes are  getting keystroke fucked, excuse the spelling),he needs to demonstrate the pruning cut and ends up looking for a pruned vine behind me, so I moved 2 ft away and the speaker and I almost ended up trading places, standing in the vineyard. And so it would seem like another arranged perp event to have someone reach in behind me, and also stand in the same place that I was. There was two inches of snow on the ground, and it was a tad windy, but here it was, this twenty minute gangstalk-stakeout by my classmates and doing a choreographed exchange of positions with the speaker. Just plain fucking nuts.

I picked up my mail today, one fat envelope from my farmworker colleague in Victoria, as it had examples from the test on pesticide application we are due to take in three weeks. Not only a test was inside, and a card with some newsy writing, and signed off -I miss you lots. This is the second such leading comment from her, and though we might talk on the phone every two weeks, there is nothing going on, it is, and has been totally platonic. Not only is she fat and plain, but is totally messy, and of no interest to me, this association of two years, always farmwork related. But I am getting to understand the pattern now, and it hasnt been just her, but also Ms. C of the story; some hints of romantic association dashed by the reality of being not interested in the least, and in the latter case, frequent obstreperousness and wanton combativeness when meeting in person. As I see it, just more wierd bullshit, and I have never been led on by this person to ever expect anything except platonic relations. Now the second card with the -I miss you. (some punctuation keystroke are getting fucked, so pardon the dashes and no apostrophes).

A Saturday, shopping and all, even if the perps have me flate broke. And my weekly tanning session, getting there at 0920h, 20 min. after they opened. And lo, if by dint of a major gangstalker flux they didn't have the tanning bed until 1030h. Like WTF: I was there last Saturday at the same time and no other customers were in, and she ran the bed for two minutes while I waited so to warm it up. But no, this weekend, a sudden purge, along with at least four Fuckwits sitting on the waiting couch. So.. reconfigure my shopping, do some idle browsing, and retrace my steps back to the tanning salon. And lo, if it wasn't tied up still and I was force to wait. The assholes effectively strung me out for an hour and a half before getting a tanning bed when last week it was availible, save two minutes of warm up time.

And of course the Fuckwits and Freaks get to loiter around while I am captive in the waiting room; two dudes from different parties came to sit on the couch and wait, and a woman in hot pink hair came to loiter at the counter and speak with the staff attendant.

And major vehicular gangstalking all morning while walking about, my groceries in hand, in a plastic bag, the better part of an hour before getting back to the tanning salon.

And  I see Job Bank is finally up again; no apparent improvements to warrant a technical shutdown for Canadas government and pre-eminant online job board. Naturally, the before-shutdown bookmarked jobs I had are now gone.

In the mail yesterday I recieved a regular mailed journal from the BC Forest Professionals that was re-directed from my old address. Six weeks ago I went through telephone hell (aka reduced work hours), and emailed twice before I got anyone to listen to me to change my address AND my email, as I couldnt do this online, getting fucked "from" the fact that I wanted to update both at once. Like WTF; why is there always some malingering outfit that screws up my address changes every time I move? This has been going on for years, but the frequency has increased since the harassment started nearly ten years ago. This time, the outfit plays hard to get, and then finally tells me they have done it, and it turns out they haven't. Two arranged Fuckups over one address change and still it isn't done.

A sudden outbreak of noise outside; tromping feet and whistling and hollaring while I was launching a search on Job Bank. This place (a motel- some 30 vehicles parked outside) had been dead to anything going on until then. Funny how that "happens" these noise flurries, but now with more concurrent variety of noises.