Sunday, March 30, 2014

Color My Vehicle White

Winemaking work today, and I had 10 minutes to get into the house, and get ready for yoga. And lo, when I got back in my vehicle there was copious amounts of white splatter on my roof and on the windshield in front of the driver. Like WTF; no overhead pole or power line for birds to roost, and somehow they scored a direct hit on my parked vehicle over the driver's side and roof. I have experienced enough of these faux birdshit rains to know it isn't them, directly at least.

Yoga began with a difference, in that a crowd (12 in all) freestylers "happened" to be doing a guest spot in the class. These were snowboarding freestylers, seemingly a local group doing special ski training and had their mats placed tight against the back wall. They were all there when I arrived some 15 min. before class when I am usually the first to arrive. A dude from this troup was moved in beside me in a a dumbshit stripes and polka dots outfit (shorts too. (Can I count the Unfavored Features for you; male over 20, curly hair, unshaven, in shorts and in a fugly polka dots and stripes outfit - five in all). The other semi-regular male was sitting just beyond this fugly feature, both on my L. The semi-regular dude has essentially circled me over the last ten classes or so; L, R, behind and the farthest reaches of the class room.

I did a late evening run to get vehicle cleaned, and lo, if there wasn't headlights aimed at me from across the street for a minute or so. Then I drove the vehicle for some 20 min. on the highway to "blow dry" it. Likely a perp stunt, as they seem to be setting up more of these "exit and return" more frequently, no matter the activity, from kitchen to the great outdoors.

I was performing winemaking activity all day today; racking is the name for transferring wine and leaving the sediment behind. Some 80L was in the sediment, as the owner wanted the cheap fining agent that had a fluffy and deep settling habit. Better fining agents settle in a compact fashion with less wine loss.

As usual, the vineyard owners took off, came back, took off again and "happened" to be coming back as I was departing, crossing paths some 400m away from the vineyard gate. Could this be vehicular gangstalking by one's employer?

red face flush at nearly exacty 1600h; no reason as it wasn't sunny, and I wasn't outside all the time. Except to color correlate me to the myriad red gangstalking vehicles on the way back. And adding more tan brown metallic vehicles, very often behind a red colored vehicle.

I had a phone call two weeks ago about this financial uncertainty I mentioned about three weeks ago. I expected a letter as to what my financial repayments are to be, but nothing so far. It could be $20k or more, and I would dearly like to clear this up. Seems like a perp show when these kinds of matters become protracted.

On soil hauling work; cleaning up a bank slide.  The soil is pushed up by the tractor, and then he dumps two or three bucket loads into the tippable box. I drive it up to the top of the bank and we compact it at the bank edge using our feet. This person I am working with is someone who has a vision, but doesn't convey it, and woe if I violate this unspoken code in all its aspects of soil placement, compaction level and other measures of job quality that he has in mind. It is just like working with my old man; and I don't need those kind of reminders, ever. Which is probably what the whole deal is about in the first place, eliciting the abreactions formed in childhood along with a British accent. (The person with whom I am working with is Australian, close enough).

Still on soil hauling, and I see on the adjacent bounding road a pick up vehicle parked all day, and lo, if it isn't colored with a film of the same color of dirt, fully covered and evenly sprayed; such a big deal of late, soil sprayed vehicles.

I was wine pumping all afternoon to get the blend correct. I was invited for dinner in the evening along with the neighbors and the person with whom I was working with. I have no idea as to what the perps are looking for in these social events, but I was reminded of a curious custom I observed before in the same circumstances. The couple arrives in a vehicle at the gate, some 200' from the house, and then the front passenger gets out and walks the distance while the driver proceeds on to the house. This is the third time I have noticed this, and each time it is the woman who does the walking. Kind of like curious to say the least. I didn't get back until 1930h, almost time for bed. Which then played into not being able to get a new box of disposable gloves on the way home, and the next day, I didn't have any to wear. Which then somehow spawned an eruption of black stain on my hands, which really shouldn't be there as I pumping only white wine. Surely I have mentioned how often the perps like to mess with my gloves, and disposable ones are even more break prone.

I am continuing to filtering wine; the owners took off again keeping a 100% record for being absent when I am filtering wine. You would think the owner, who designed the system to filter wine, would want to see how it turned out and if it needs to be tweaked, tuned etc.

There were many things went awry, but nowhere near as bad as that hellacious abuse while doing the same activity two weeks ago. That was a total rage-fication show for 5 hours, and I still am abreactive to the perp's planted recollections of that particular abuse-a-thon. Examples of the arranged adversities in this context are: stopping the pump and no apparent conventional reason, forced "forgets" on opening valves, connecting hoses etc., "inadvertently" dumping wine from the open hose when I could of placed a plug in it, having a lid hanging rope dangle into the just-filtered wine, slowly pushing me off the step ladder to force me to grab the adjacent tank rim to stay upright, pulling items from my grasp and others. Fucking hell on earth is another way of describing all that. And for the last two hours, they slowed the pump down to protract the job all the more.

03-29-2014 Saturday
Got my laundry going this morning, and the absence of the freaks was most conspicuous. Only a pregnant woman arrived following placing coins into the slot of the coin operated machine. And could I ascribe this to financial transaction stalking, just like every time since the perp's berserk/overt abuse offensive?

I went to the tanning salon to spend the half hour or so, and the wacko-appearing girl was on duty. False eyelashes, tattoos on her arms, and this time in a pink ballcap with silver glitter text on it. She was framed by a woman in black and red on my L, and on the R, a large woman in mostly red. Can we say "framed" perhaps, as in red framed? After I exited, the large woman was still at the desk chatting with the girl in the pink ballcap. Like WTF; who tarries at the desk of a tanning salon for 25 min. when there was no obvious waiting?

I worked in the afternoon doing wine filtering transferring; the owners were away again (for this activity), though they came back 40 min. later. From then on, the swearing from arranged adversity had to be in quiet mode. Part of the filtering activity was using a UV lamp to sterilize the wine, and wasn't that a coincidence that I gave myself a UV dose at the tanning salon earlier?

A new cable was just installed for this PC; a HDMI to DVI adapter cable, and to my surprise, it worked seamlessly (after sitting around for a week, aka "fallow" time) as "somehow" I was unmotivated to get on with installing it.

A late get-up (0900h) for a Sunday, and even a later start (1100) by the time I had finished my weekly arms, torso and usual face shaving following breakfast. The perps hit me for a 10 hour sleep, replete with winemaking dreams, 2 more hours than I need.

The cold virus they gave me last week is starting to abate; the full-on application of vitamin C, D, echinacea and Cold-FX gave me the immune boost I needed. (Almost) needless to say, but the perps do have some major research going on with those two vitamins and the immune system, hence their preoccupation with having me staying tanned (vitamin D).

I see the links in my favorite TI blogger's recent posts  don't work; though it seems it might be a "just for me" problem eruption.

This new infernal NAS computer seems to clunk away for 18 hours (through night and all today) when it should only be doing an incremental back up on files that changed, and there was precious few of those, maybe 10 in all. Its those spinning magnetic discs that the perps like, only 18" from my elbow as I write this.

Tax time, and the flaky software was good for at least 6 screamings at the assholes; "errors" that would not fix, "errors" that were stuck in a loop and wouldn't let me out (form says if I have a "0" in one box I am not to have a non-zero amount in another). Well, I followed the annual income form exactly, so what do you want? And lo, if a message bubble didn't come up later to tell me just that, so I deleted the "0" and it would not fix the error. Before that, a change in the user profile name wiped out all my info until I found the old profile. Before that, going from the web page forms to the log-in, and all the web page info got wiped out. A few others, along with a forced "forget" of entering in a number. A whole $1500 I owe in taxes; its why I save isn't it? Come to think of it, I "somehow" forgot to ask for additional deductions each pay check last year when I realized that they were too low, but was partially saved from such a $1500 hit by the deductibility of my vineyard worker tuition in the prior year.

Now post-dinner. The perps kept up the rage-fication show while making, eating and finishing the dishes of dinner. That I was cutting and shredding some vegetables while the hassles came on didn't go unnoticed. Sending me to the wrong cupboard/drawer is always one of their favorite stunts to get the rage show going. As is poking me in the fingers or hand, spilling food and last, but not least, adding some mold to the vegetables I had in the fridge at its new colder setting.

Now the latest in "piss interrupting"; that is, a forced need to take a piss at a certain moment. Today, it is during the play of each of two new CD's that came in the mail a few days ago. And no lests, both are similar performers of the same genre and both are blondes and attractive. So it would seem that the perps want to look at my piss during the play of each of these two performers, and adding in some rage-ification over making me not notice the toilet lever wasn't depressed until almost out the door.

And why is it that the perps like popping a dialog box on top of where I am doing work? Or else have the cursor end up exactly where I want to type? I had more than enough of those inconveniences before they went berserk/overt in 04-2002, but the escalated level of this fuckery since was evident from the get-go and hasn't let up.

A Sunday wrap up to get this posted.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Color Me Red

Yoga yesterday, and the prominent shuffling of other classmates/yoga stalkers was the two other gents in the opposite corner, behind the pillar, and the girl with tatoo-ed calves (lower legs), on my L, when she had been a three time serial regular on my L. The Fat Girl from last week was gone, a one time only appearance thankfully. The perps flushed my face to be red colored, as they have done for the prior week for outside work days no matter the sunlight level. And it might have been to "coordinate" with the pixie instructor who wore a red top today. Quite the yoga clothes horse she is, though nothing ostentatious.

And upon exit, always a perp show, they had a red shirted jocular male standing in front of the coat rack (where I needed to get to). As with many exits from my yoga class, this seems to be a highly coordinated presentation moment. Two weeks ago it was a long hair male that paraded past me, though short and of slight build, more like a woman, but a man. Last week it was three same turquoise shirted females on coat rack obstruction. And I am sure no coincidence, the instructor had been wearing a turquoise colored top the immediate prior session.

Today, same deal; red flushed face for the latter hour of the day and then the drive back to my residence. I will have to apply sunscreen (in March!) to counter this ridiculous situation.

My usual post-yoga grocery shopping trip got stalked by a yoga classmate for the first time; the tall blonde woman "needed" to stop there too as it "happened". And all the in-store gangstalkers (about four, though not the yoga classmate) lined up behind me at the checkout, which was most odd, as they usually string themselves ahead and behind me. And what is it about financial transactions that the perps need to gangstalk me for; from checkouts to farmers markets to coin machines, they are on top of me ever time. No wonder there is all these customer points systems going on; often the same merchandise but not in currency, but points as an alternate.

Speaking of financial transaction fuckery, the perps totally scrambled me over making an electronic payment to a food wholesale outfit that I have done business with before. I was to transfer the funds, but somehow "forgot", and "thought" I had done it until I got a phone call yesterday (Monday). But "somehow", they let me pick up the order Friday, and they  confirmed that it was paid for, and let me take it away, to significant rounds of vehicular gangstalking. (Food was in a brown cardboard box with one corner crumpled- the perps love creating assymetry). In other words, it was an organized "mistake" on the part of the wholesale food outfit to follow the perps' scrambling me into not paying when I thought I had.  All to disassociate the act of payment from ownership. Hilarious, if not, deranged perp behavior.

More online screwing; I wanted casters which were $20, and the notion of putting together an overhead kitchen rail got planted on me, and the connection parts were $100. When I see these parts, they are so fugly that no way do I want them in my kitchen, so $100 pissed away. The perps just love setting up these parcel deliveries for useless crap, though only determined when it is opened.

At the vineyard, a tree chipper arrived, the one that had been parked in the neighboring property for the last week. I was dispatched to collect all stems and wood chunks in the vineyard, as well as removing the pressure treated wood that the owner foolishly put in this pile when it was concieved as a burn pile. The perps put me on a total loathing of pressure treated wood, and too, have the owner blunder in and propose it for winemaking tool use. No way, and I succeeded in getting all pressure treated wood out of the winery pad (double wide driveway), and lo, if the owner doesn't needlessly bring a 4' pressure treated 4x4 in for this tractor press.

And have I not mentioned that the perps like to hound me with tree chipping trucks and set these jobs up in my proximity? Maybe not since last year, but here they parked it next door (500' away) and had it sitting idle for all that time, and then brought it around as a neighborly pretense.

After hauling vine branches and other fruit tree prunings to the chipper, and ferrying out their beer case payment, I was back to tying down vines on the wire with the chipper noise going. Some of my earlier (a week ago) larger pruning cuts bled some sap which congealed on the cut. I picked some off and put it in my mouth, and lo, just at that moment a gust of wind came on and blew up my spine, under my jacket and shirt both. And have I not mentioned how fixated the perps are about tree and plant sap, its presentation (e.g. automobile tires) and any ingestion (e.g. maple syrup)? More than once to be sure, which I am sure lies at the heart of the perp's Fuckover objectives, as earth energies research,- the reason why we eat I suspect.

Then the perps scrambled me at the vineyard, as to which of the horizontal wires was the laydown wire; I asked the owner and he gave me mixed messages and was unclear. Funny how these spurious brain farts come on and there is an abettor to the skit to keep the Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt (FUD) going.

And I see that my playlist creation software was sabotaged, and some don't show when they are there. I am totally baffled as to why JRiver imports my playlists blank, when in fact they are full of the file links, per Playlist Creator. I even tried to Send To a playlist to itself, but that didn't do anything.

Back on the topic of senseless financial expenditures, I see that my NAS box is near totally useless, save file replication back ups. Its proprietary audio player is totally lame and doesn't support the FLAC files that I use (2200 files). It was advertised as such, but the latest upgrade dropped that feature. Or more like, the web pages got spoofed and I was deceived. After splashing out some $600, all I needed was an Windows upgrade from Home Premium ($130) and the J River Media Center software, $50.

Winemaking duties were up front today; warming me up for the reign of terror the next day, read on.

At least a 11 hours of sustained abusiveness to keep me at the high rage level for the day, after 1300h when I began winemaking duties in earnest and the owners arranged to be away. The perps dipshitted me to make me extra stupid and unlearning, as well as finger-fumbled me much of the day to keep the rage-ification level at fever pitch, aka loud. And when doing red wines and being forced inside due to a forced "forget" and coming out again, these red (wine colored) plasma beams and splotches would follow me inside, then hang around in my visual field, and then follow me out again.

And the assholes didn't stop there; my phone's back button won't often work for no apparent reason, the most important one IMHO. Then the car stereo player deck goes on the fritz and won't go to the CD source when it has a CD in it. If I try to avoid the sappy radio content they freeze the selection of sources and/or have it switch radio selections from FM and AM when it should be cycling from radio, to aux to CD player. So I turn the thing off altogether.

And a double perp berserkness at the dusk onset and while just finished a tanning session at the salon. Heavy stalking at every turn, literally, in LD, harkening back to the Perp-berserk days of 2002, and the onset of this invasion. The tanning bed started all by itself, not even a faux blundering and managed inadvertent contact with the on switch. And no chance to apply my usual slather of tanning accelerant to particular regions that don't get much natural sunshine. Maybe they are testing the effects of vitamin D from tanning and its role in combating this cold that began today.

The winery owner finally consents to getting an adapter part made up so that his tanks can be connected at the bottom for blending, only 1.5 years later after he initiated a remedy the problem. I also tried to hit him up for getting filters that he needs. He won't split for new filters and won't provide a course of action should the old ones cause too much pressure differential and remove aroma and flavors from the wine. How absurd is that when he is going to take it to a winery in two weeks to get it bottled and it must be sterile filtered in advance? In order to be more absurd, he turned down a $0.18/liter charge to have it filtered by the bottling winery. Enough of these "sabotage-tards", self sabotaging backward behavior acts that seem to find me with inordinate ease.

Saturday, but plenty of stunts to keep up the rage level this morning; e.g. pulling items from my grasp, sending me down the wrong street, inordinate frequency of needing to piss, and swarming me with plenty extra vehicular traffic.

The cold virus they gave me seems to be in a holding pattern with plenty of help from the nutraceuticals; ColdFX, echinacia, vitamin C etc. Immune system responses seem also to be a big part of their research agenda, which might include AIDS they laid on so many victims.

A haircut, and a leg wax, both done at the same cosmetology school. They laid on total mayhem at first, as there "happened" to be a girls (7 y.o. or so) birthday party on, and lo, if they didn't all stand in front of the curtain that separated me from them when on the waxing bed. Then a under one y.o. child was next door for some perverse reason, getting upset about something. Then a motorized wheelchair was buzzing around outside the curtain. Then when exiting the waxing session, most of the mayhem sources were gone, save this one E. Indian woman with two young children, under 5 y.o. and on the cell phone for some reason. She was near me in the waiting area, and her husband came about two minutes later. Like WTF; not even a pretense of a cover reason nowadays, just a plain multiracial parade for no seeming reason. The hair cutting girl seemed totally scared shitless the whole time she was cutting my hair, though nothing new in that. She left gobs of cut hair that came off in the sink at my residence, all to follow the copious amounts of prior plucked hairs that is still a heavy perp enforced "habit".

And when I got back, the parked silver-grey Merc AMG gone, after being parked in the opposite driveway, and blocking a rear lane driveway gate for 4 weeks, not being moved at all. It was likely new, or near new, as I don't keep up on Mercedes' line up of vehicles. On my way out, a Merc owning couple was "happening" to be talking to the seeming residence owner, as if they were dropping by. Presumably they were taking delivery of this new Merc AMG (extra featured model variant) and drove down to retrieve it at the perps' command. All part of the ridiculous gangstalking parade that was arranged for my 5 minute drive to the cosmetology school. Whatever me-to-Merc energy interactions the perps were looking for were presumably accomplished/detected, as I will never make it into Merc dealership, and have never owned or driven one. When the perps want to get vehicle-to-me energy interactions figured out, they put on the Fords and the Volvos, the latter once owned by Ford for 10 years or so until they sold them to Geely of China. Presumably Ford plundered all the technical material they could get their hands on before their fire sale, another case of bad timing.

Sunday, and still holding my own against the cold virus with a heavy neutraceuticals dose. I went on a new trail for a hike, trail being a little generous for the condition of the it, if it was there at all. I lost the trail on the way down, but as it was a relatively even slope and I could see this lake in the distance where I had parked, I was reasonably sure of my bush whacking skills to navigate back. Which I did in reasonably good time, but it wouldn't be the first time I got screwed from a trail guide, also a perp arranged theme. As this was a relatively poorly marked trail it didn't attract any trail hiking gangstalkers either. Though, dealing with the expected hassle of getting back took prominence as the thought theme until I got back to my vehicle. I should of had a compass with me, and maybe GPS would be prudent too, though the perps could fuck with either in real-time. Enough of the litany of enforced inanity, and to get this posted.

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Fats and Tats

Yoga, with the darling pixie instructor wearing dance shorts; very visual yummm... My left mat neighbor was quite large, and my R mat neighbor had gross tattoos running up her legs. (She had capri pants on, but what I could see was plenty enough to consign her as a tattoo case).

They put on the regular dude at the back again, now four classes in succession, and added the red shorts wearing male twit again, though his shirt was black this time. Worse yet, he was yapping away before class and he had an English (UK) accent. And why is it the perps put on British accents so often? My perp-abetting  parents are British, so perhaps there is a whole lot of long buried abreactions associated with this particular accent. The red shorts act made sure to plant himself on my R. side, with the intervening aforementioned Fat Girl sitting ahead so not to block the red shorts act. (The one time I could of done with a visual obstruction). Also, the red shorts act also came in early to do a pass-by (stalking) with black socks on with the shorts. When he returned next some 2 minutes later, he was without the ridiculous socks. Like WTF; why would anyone come through wearing socks and then again not wearing them, when all the clothes are to be put in the lobby? Said black socks might also be another Unfavored characteristic, though I don't know why, save emulating the dress of sexual abusers, as black socks was porn chic of the 1950's. I get enough of the crotch grabbing feints in public to feel certain there was sexual abuse during my recall deleted years of 1956 to 1959. I was age two in 1956, and was begining to lay down permanent memories of life in the winter in Montreal, and on one occasion recall being at home, expecting to jump into a big snow drift before I went out side, and once I opened the door, it was spring and there was no snow to my considerable surprise. So what happened to me in between and where was I that such that my recall didn't continuously update with the outside environmental conditions? Don't know, but I would sure like to find out, especially given the parade of skinheads, tattoo shows, shiftless loitering males, and the rest of the Unfavored ilk.

And after yoga I go to a nearby grocery store, and had two vehicles ahead of me spinning out and racing down the street ahead of me. One turns off, and the other lead-ahead stalks me to the same grocery store I was headed. A kid pops out of the vehicle and opens the door of the store for me, saying something about "daddy coming next', presumably the driver of the other speeding vehicle that turned off. Get this; a husband and wife driving different vehicles speeding out of a gas station with chirping rubber and excessive swerving. Is this town (Penticton) more deranged than I thought?

And a cute trick at the checkout; the scruffy rummy behind me "happens" to drop and orange at my feet and it bounced off my boot. I get "sorry guy" or some such. And why am I not allowed to confront the fucker and ask him if he is one of those sick assed gangstalkers that always seem to hang around me? Or stick my boot into his chops (or back of his knee) as he was bending down? Because I am mind controlled to be docile, tame and not allowed to cause any fuss with operatives or cooperating locals alike.

On the job, doing more fencing; all day long flashes of fence mesh, and even the orthogonal pattern is skewed to a 45 degree angle. I finished the job finally, and also helped out with yeast innoculation for some three hours; attempuration, then pumping and the inevitable cleaning. All without hose-down water, as there isn't much of a supply at present, so cleaning by buckets.

Many fuzzy black ball masers coming from the lake and then around the male whom I was speaking too, he situated in an open doorway to the outside. And don't the perps just love to arrange mishaps and extra gangstalkers at doorways? Been there, had it done to me nearly every day since 04-2002.

More of the continuing conundrum; do I get the (partially) problematic (reflective characteristics) 27" monitor (Dell S2740L) monitor with an HDMI connection and a DVI connection for my two graphic sources (PC and universal disc player) for $325 before shipping, or get a DVI+audio switcher for $333 before taxes and shipping? I don't need a new monitor as this 24" is plenty good, and I am not sure about paying all this out as I got screwed into purchasing this monitor without a HDMI connection (in violation of my better judgement) in 09-2012.

Winemaking at work this morning; adding bentonite fining agent to wine, but it is very sticky and one must make the slurry slowly. Last week when I picked it up in my vehicle, why, the bag of bentonite leaked about a half cup onto the rear floor of the vehicle. Grey clay on grey carpet. I got most of it out, but later, the vacuum cleaner "failed" as its suction was impaired (bag wasn't full). And have I not mentioned the high numbers of vacuum cleaners in my presence, right up to those now ubiquitous "suck trucks" for cleaning street drains? Many times.

And my much sharpened and maintained hand pruners were getting stuck in the closed position with no known cause, save for some minor debris. Prior to the last maintenance, they were getting stuck "because" the locking latch was somehow locking up, even if stiff. So I tightened it all the more, and took away that excuse, and lo, if the pruners don't just lock up anyhow, even if no moving latch. Funny how that "happens"; a fix that fixes the apparent problem, but the problem persists with unknown causal.

More oncoming vehicle trains when departing the vineyard; at least five after work for a 10 min. drive, with the red one in the middle. And also, a red tailing me, though usually I am the last one in the train headed my direction

And the most loathed human artifactual sound has returned with the sudden onset of warm weather; the HD motorcycle. One in front of me when N bound and with a passenger, and passed some four vehicle in one go, and with limited vision ahead. And why did the motorcycle take such an apparent risk? Because he was told it was OK, and that there was no concoming traffic. Though, some six months ago a motorcyclist, with a passenger, took off when a police vehicle flashed his lights, and didn't make it far and piled into a pole, killing himself and badly injuring his passenger (wife).  A shrine still there, and one had to wonder why the perps decide to wipe out some motorcylists, but others are in the know and do gangstalking for cash, or for other inducements/rewards, e.g new business start up, new vehicle purchase, house purchase etc. There is a mile wide gravy train behind me, and for all of my near 60 y.o existence.

Outside vine pruning on a mostly sunny day; cannot complain about that, save the most dreaded artefactual noise of them all, the HD motorcycle noise. They started on this four days ago, again with sunny weather, and have now amped it up and added more of them since. I don't have any information to support why the perps are so sick as to pollute me with this noise so often, but they do. And not just with the noise; motorcycles as parked props (in a empty urban lot/field once), and also the mode of dress, eg. black leather, black helmets, singlet vests (bare arms) etc. Today's motorcycle freak was at least 240lb, sitting down beside his motorcycle that was parked in a pull-out, and looking at his LCD cell phone for crissakes. Add in black leathers and a full bushy grey beard.

The grey hair thing has also came to pollute my existence (Unfavored visual appearance) on this same trip into Penticton this afternoon. I was in this wine making supply shop, and had to wait while they looked/fumbled around for a certain product that I wanted, and lo, if two grannies/biddies come in together, one in a red coat and the other in brown. Add a skinheaded male in baggy plaid shorts, and the freakshow was on while I was kept captive at the desk. Another freak was this younger woman in large black framed glasses, E. Indian or something, who even had a "huggie moment" with the proprietor for crissakes. She said "hi" to me before the aforementioned huggies, and I have never seen her before, but I said "hi" back. Enough bizarre BS to say the least.

And an escalation of the vehicular gangstalking as of two days ago; I now get at least six separate trains of oncoming vehicles (clustered together), and up to 15 vehicles per train. Normally 5 to 10 per train for this particular road leg, and maybe three trains maximum, plus other single vehicles. And too, they are adding on a red vehicle behind me, when nearly always I have been the last vehicle of the train that is preceding me. And too, it is getting silly; the same wrecking truck with a vehicle on its deck and another being towed behind it, just "happens" to be S. bound two days in succession, heading away from Penticton when I am N bound after a day at the vineyard.

An hour late get-up, therefore no coffee and no shaving of my torso region. But a new razor insert this morning, always a big perp deal. Extra silly harassment to get me riled up, e.g. sending me to the wrong drawer for an item, pulling objects from my hands etc. No yellow tablets either; B vitamin and a multi-vitamin which is the current perp focus, along with similar colored pee later in the morning.  And no roadside waiting yellow school buses by the side of the road either, unlike the last two days.

And I see that now full speed, some 80kph yellow traffic light running on the highway has reached new levels of coordinated inanity. One white pickup S bound, and one pickup N bound, and much the same model and configuration, were arranged to cross paths at speed while going through a yellow light with advance warning lighting, directly in front of me while I was waiting at the traffic control to make a left onto said highway. That takes coordination, that kind of absurdity.

Winemaking duties were first (as I am inserted into the ongoing family feud), and the son-in-law came by, as he has 3,000L of cider fermenting. His winemaker pal came about 5 minutes later, all part of the staggered arrival scene the perps like to arrange, especially with males. I got some good advice on re-starting a malolactic fermentation (aka MLF to winemakers, though not a true fermentation), and I was set to get the appropriate supplies. And too, both getting in the way of what I was doing, not to mention being overly helpful at times.

Drove to Naramata to get some wholesale food; now a young woman handling the orders, she giving me a prolonged stare twice for no seeming region, and she was being ever so helpful in packing the (brown cardboard) box into the car for me, har, har. She might of been 20 y.o., and I will be 60 y.o. later this year, so I don't think she was trying to get my attention, so what was she staring at me for? Been there, had it done to me so many times for no fucking reason. I even asked my shrink one time if there is anything about me that is remarkable that incites some people to stare at me, and he said there wasn't, though I forget his careful wording.

The usual major clusterfuck of vehicles for my return trip into Penticton, and even the garbage truck was arranged to get in front of me, not doing any pickups, though possibly returning from a trip to the dump. And it was garbage pickup day today. And too, the garbage truck makes no bones about driving over where I park my vehicle, even arriving some 5 seconds after I have vacated it some three weeks ago.

Saturday, and some very strange dreams about a buffet with skinheaded male chefs on hand prior to getting up. Even the gluten free items were identified as such.  Cute touch that.

Then a full front torso shave after my hair plucking the perps so like me to do, ever since early 2013. Not forgetting that prior to their overt (to me) interventions, I definitely did not do any hair plucking or waxing, as it always hurt. But now that they changed my level of pain to be much less, about in 2003-04, plucking hairs isn't such an ordeal it was once. This was the time the perps also straightened my spine, changed my walk, made me look 20 years younger (age regression), and a few more physical characteristics once they discovered how to modify them that continue to persist.

And what is with the extra silly eruption of people standing near or behind their open vehicle doors? Even the landlord got into it this morning, and no less, turns on his facing head lights while leaning into his vehicle. That is, pointless headlight operation as the truck was not running, aka, blatant pit-lamping as I drove away from my parking spot.

Laundry at the laundromat, and the usual minimal crowd at first, one strange elder male loitering about, pretending to be interested in the wall art, and then departing in his white trades van. Not your typical elder geezer-mobile.

The freaks started arriving at the laundromat... then a checkout obstruction at HH, largely due to the screw up, so to speak, of the labelling of the one screw I needed to get. The bin location was beset with a male-female pair of stalkers who "happened" to be so very interested in nuts and bolts. It is mighty rare that couplehood is so engaging that they both go to the hardware store for obscure items. Then another Fuckwit came cruising through. Then the Fuckwits behind me kept closing in closer; what is it about Penticton and Victoria, BC that wholesale public rudeness and disrespect is so rampant and relentless?

More ambulatory red-coated grannies/biddies arriving in the parking lot from no apparent source while at the laundromat, having me cross their path behind them.

An all time perp first today; arranging three dissimilar red colored vehicles in succession. Often they will arrange two dissimilar red colored vehicles together, and of course, the numerous same colored red vehicles that cluster around me, the standing record is eight simultaneously. But three clustered dissimilar red colored vehicles represents a major perp advance in vehicular gangstalking after nearly 12 years of this insane abuse.

It is the season, if one could call it that, as it goes on for six months, for soil smeared vehicles to pimp themselves. Vehicle color is important of course, but adding on a nice even spray job of road mud takes talent. And then to pimp it out for vehicular gangstalking at just the right moment for me to see, if not, drive behind.

"Solved" the above conundrum of a choice between a new monitor or a HDMI switch; I opted for the latter as that particular monitor had no end of comments about the surface reflectivity, and I know who could exploit that "feature" to drive me as berserk as they are. Any time there is rain water on the roads, the road surface has this new characteristic of  huge trailing reflections of the traffic lights/controls, at least 20' of road distance. Never been seen before all this, and those pics of three+ years ago of the strange reflections off windows of the neighboring residential tower that seem to find my apartment are just too curious for conventional reality. After the price gouging of BC sales taxes charged by an Ontario only firm, the Canadian dollar being devalued on purpose, and the inevitable shipping charges, the cost was about the same.

I cleaned the bathroom this afternoon, as it was getting this strange accumulation of lint and hairs on the floor. The lint is navy blue in color, and the hairs are not from me, being other colors or lengths. (And too long for plucked hairs). Back in 1999 when I moved to Everett WA, my bathroom was also getting accumulations of navy blue lint, and I could not figure out where it was coming from, as the carpets were pinkish colored. And now I know, it is the Blue Lint Gang of Teleportational Hell, delivered without asking permission. And do they know how many laws do they violate every waking minute? I don't think they care, as the laws as we know them are for the "little people". And said laws are very likely fomented by the Legal Planning Section of the Pyschopathic Confederacy, who just love the judicial dust-ups, creating human angst and trails of legal bills and life disruption. Hilarious, isn't it?

Sunday, and the week long urge to hike was instantiated (by doing it). Though, I first stopped for gasoline, and lo, if they weren't ready for that. The day-glo guy was putting out lane markers to block portions of the fuel station from the just-removed tank access covers so he could put in the dipstick to measure the underground tank level. Surely they have more reliable high tech ways of monitoring tank depletion? And many of the pump bays were busy, and the only choice it seemed was the one on the end pump bay. A vehicle was parked parallel 10' away putting air in his tires. And lo, if the jaywalking lollygagging negro (rare as hen's teeth here) male didn't get into a conversation with the air pumping vehicle driver, an additional excuse to loiter in my proximity and put on the male banter.  And a roar of the HD motorcycle noise just as I put my debit card in the pump, the moment of greater magnetic flux from the card and reader. (Did I mention how much I loathe that noise?) At least once prior in this blog.

Went through the farm to the trailhead parking area, and my vehicle was the only one there. I hiked up to the top of MacIntyre Bluff at a constant pace for an hour, and there was no one on the trail; almost unbelievable. And while having my lunch at the top, still no one came by. I hiked down and still no gangstalkers, aka hikers. I have had parties of elder-hikers/stalker clubs, families (one parent reading a kids book to his two children while under a tree, twice even!), and all manner of Fuckwits "happening" to go hiking when I did, but this time no one. This is the third or fourth gangstalker-free time in a public area in nearly 12 years of this insane abuse. Just phenomenal.

Of course I had my vehicular vehicle trains ahead and oncoming for the trip to the trailhead and back. The dissimilar reds, the cube vans and the artful dirt splattered vehicles, along with tractor trailer units out on a Sunday drive no less. And hot headed motorcyclists too, running up behind me and somehow knowing in advance I was going to change lanes when in fact I was only doing the decent driver thing of staying in the R lane as there was no one to pass. And extra attention when I went to the LD store for my Rx, the 3x shorts wearing male also "needing" to be seen outside too on my way out of the store.

I was all set o get my car washed, especially for the yellow splatters of bug excreta on my windshield, but no, it was busy with waiting vehicles. Not the first time that this stunt has been pulled, maybe the fifth or more. Enough of the banter, and I should get this posted for the week.

Sunday, March 09, 2014

Fear and Trepidation

The boss on phone and I overheard "someone just came in", in reference to me. Later, I realized that it might be due to some financial matters I won't get into now, and so the planted trepidation over a considerable amount of money to possibly repay came on all afternoon. This while fencing on a 80% slope and under the power lines. [Added 03-10-2014; the perps have a long history of hitting me with large financial burdens. Two houses were sold at a loss, the divorce cost me $30k when $5k would of done it, and another similarly large bill that was for an expense I won't get into, but the causal  situation was perp managed. So might they pull this again after four large expenses/losses in the past? One can bank on that, as in emptying my bank account and then some].

It is often a big perp moment when crossing under power lines; I heard about the 1998 Swissair flight 111 disaster while driving along and crossing under power lines. Extrapolating from this, the perps like to arrange disasters and death events when/where there is extra EMF energies near me. Another one is to arrange demise events shortly after moving my residence to a new location; in 1997 I had moved in July, and was out at a friends summer party, got back about 2100h, put our daughter to bed, and turned on the TV, and the Princess Diana accident was all over the news. A few hours later, she was declared dead. And the now ex was extremely pissed that this event occurred, being of UK origin and very much a loyalist to the UK royal family and all. And I might add, the now-ex very likely knew the perp background on why they like "whacking" prominent personalities. Only a year earlier, she was bawling her eyes out each evening for two weeks, and I never did get to the bottom of that. I reckon she was let in on the perp abuse plan then, as to what they were going to do to me, which unfolded when they went berserk/overt in 04-2002. (Which included divorcing the antagonistic wretch).

A helicopter; low and overhead and S bound when putting the metal fence mesh on the concrete driveway to cut it to half height. Within an hour it came back, this same white EC135, and then again after work when mailing the owner's letters at the PO. When at the PO, all for less than 30 seconds, I also got the white trades van pulling in ahead and adjacent to the outside mail boxes, and then a black pickup pulling in 10 seconds later beside the van and behind me while standing at the box posting the letters. I would often get extra stalking when posting letters from 2003 to 2011 when in Victoria, but as I now live in a smaller town, and electronic billing is more common, I rarely have letters to send. BUT, as this is the second time in a week I have mailed letters for this same person, (and the second time ever I have mailed a letter for someone else since 2003), it is mighty curious I got all this gangstalking coverage and an overhead helicopter as well. I hadn't seen this all-white EC-135 on past helicopter stalkings until today. Though they do like that particular model of helicopter, possibly because of its distinctive low volume noise, as they can come on one with short notice due to their softer purring noise instead of a the Bell helicopter's hum.

A drive to Penticton, then Oliver to get a particular wire mesh for continuing fencing work. I was with the owner to do the heavy lifting for her, riding in her metallic dark red Volvo wagon, the perp's very favorite color after the greyscale series of white, silver-grey, grey and black. So whatever metallic red energy "vibes" that came off me when outside the vehicle must of been of significant importance at each stop. At the farm supplies store they put on two E. Indians yakking, one standing on a blue waffle plate raised platform for some curious reason. The usual Unfavored head wear and beards too, and I wasn't allowed to look at them much. I got the blonde turnaround stunt; standing at the counter at the entry aisle end with her back facing me and then when 4' away, and about to make a R turn, she turns around to say hello. Not that attractive at it turned out, though first attractive from behind at first with a slim build.

I am installing fencing on a 90% slope; lugging a 30lb roll of fence wire, and had nowhere to hang onto. The existing fence was covered by this fine mesh fence I am putting up, so there wasn't a lot of options as to hand or foot holds. The perps love to invoke more harassment adversity when in adverse situations, and this was no exception. The roll of fencing would slip from my hands, the wire ends would excessively snag, I put my hand down at least 3x into cacti spines etc. So far, no roll of wire, rocks or me has rolled down this steep slope.

Major hassles/abuse tonight; a follow-on from family feuds at the vineyard which got very cranky, though I take a neutral position on all of this. I had been working on the steep slope doing fencing, then "moving the brown", in the form of pumping cider from a trailer into tanks for fermentation, some 3,000L worth. Good for four hours of work or so, including clean up.

Hassles at the homestead include food flicking, where a crumb or portion will flip or eject onto another object, often another food item. Or else forced to create a mess, and do the perps ever like creating messes. Another abuse method they like is pulling items from my grasp; earlier today a box of hose fittings was pulled from my hand all to land on the concrete pad where the  quails have crapped . Ergo, a whole bunch (15 or so) of fittings that were perfectly clean and dry that had to be cleaned. Thanks for the extra hassle.

Sunday, but I worked on fencing on this 90%+ slope; walkable, but barely, and one wouldn't want to fall down and roll, as you would likely keep going to the bottom. I worked in forestry and on this one project with steep hillsides one of my confreres fell down a steep slope and had to be flown to hospital. And of course, it wasn't likely an accident, so what deal do the perps make with someone if they agree to it in advance? The perps must have a very specialized list, something like the life insurance business, where a car accident is worth "x" and a hospitalization is worth "y" etc.

The first day of Daylight Savings time, and surely no coincidence that I am working this day. The perps are heavy into sidereal time, (time according to solar system), and it would seem this is what they would like, having me work this first day.

The perps screwed me out of an hour's sleep this morning, having me doze off after the alarm went and was turned off. Therefore, no coffee (brown color games), no chocolate, and no torso shaving in order to expedite getting ready to head out to the vineyard.

More fencing installation hassles today, but at least I got away from the steep slope and can stand up without the perps wobbling me over. Wire, in the form of mesh or as strands, is one of those things that does what it wants, having unpredictable and ornery characteristics, and made worse by the perp's telekinetic real-time abuse show.

I need a switcher for my LCD monitor; the basic DVI cable split two ways for two sources didn't work. An amplified switcher is needed, and are some $200US, which means $300 by the time exchange and courier ransom is paid to get it into Canada. Or, do I purchase a new $325 Dell monitor that has both DVI and HDMI connections, which is what I want. This present monitor has Displayport (useless) and a DVI connection, but no HDMI. Someone had this planned long ago to end up in this conundrum it would seem, because I wanted HDMI at the time I purchased this monitor, but somehow "forgot". This monitor was purchased in 2012, and there is nothing wrong with it, apart from no HDMI connection. Do I switch monitors (buying a new one), or do I purchase a switch? Tough one, and I hate to waste good things. The perps just love these object-ownership games and the relationship one has to to it, and disposing of it. I would hazard a guess that object sentience might also be part of the abuse/harassment agenda.

Related to object sentience, is live object sentience, say, with trees and plants. I cannot count the times my perp abetting mother goes on about certain tall trees and which ones need to be taken out or other specific plants that need to be removed. I would assign this as gratuitous mentioning, but it is always in the guise of dingbat/dip-shit with poor recall, so one cannot be sure what is the real purpose behind this blatant pandering.

I best get this posted and keep my Sunday evening posting schedule. Ever notice that the perps like to disrupt schedules and any rules (of prudent practice) that one follows? Like all the time. I twist tie the above mentioned fine mesh fence with strand wire, and I want to keep the same clockwise twisting of wires together, just like electricians do. Am I allowed to keep this habit? No......sir; they constantly have me twist the strand wire in the opposite way, all morning today. And what is the point of that for crissakes?

Sunday, March 02, 2014

Screwed Again

And what is it that is so important to the size of machine screws of late that the perps replayed a jerkaround of a month ago, also adroitly deleting my recall that they already pulled this same stunt before. The drying rack for clothes that don't need/don't want to be dried in a dryer was being loaded in my vehicle, and while doing so there was a flash of light and one corner of it fell apart. The simulated event was that a loose screw flew off, never to be found again. But there was no way it was loose as it would of been noticed, and drop to the ground, possibly with a little noise. But it was gone, though the associated nylon washer was found. I dutifully go to the big box hardware store and select what I think is the right size (#8), and when home, lo, if it isn't too big. Later I examine the screw, and cannot figure out why it wouldn't fit. Some weeks later, using the compromised drying rack all the while, I am allowed to re-start attending to getting it fixed. I get some screw gauges to figure out if it is metric, or US standard, using an adjacent screw. I figure it out, go to the big box store again and procure some screws, and lo, if they aren't the wrong size again (#8), and lo, if they aren't the same as the first set that was wiped from my recall, as I don't usually forget these things. Finally, the perps let me discover that the corner screws are one size smaller (#6) than the adjacent screws, and now another stall-out, aided by snowfall for the past two days, to get the correct size. And for what fucking purpose does this serve to abuse a victim twice, deploying telekinetic sabotage, in getting the wrong size of replacement screw, by way of remotely imposed recall deletion, twice with an intervening duration of four weeks? And we aren't done yet, as it just could be that the very screw size I need (#6) is out of stock, another favorite perp stunt.

Drying rack with the L side rod end missing the screw that strangely ejected/disappeared when I was loading this into my vehicle.

And more silly shit over screws, as there was a go-round of screws (same #8 size), with a pilot tip, and clip nuts to get another perp project started, this infernal server rack that is to house stereo gear and PC both, getting "converged" as it were. There were web sites that had pilot tipped #8 screws but not the clip nuts, and vice versa, and none in Canada, so I had to order some from an outfit in Texas along with a stiff shipping bill. Thank you assholes.

And what is the point of jerking me around over getting a discount at the local organics store that has 20% off everything on the last Wednesday of every month. Of course they deleted any notion of this monthly event I rarely fail to take up, and had me go in a day early and pay full price. Yes, it is a zoo in there on these particular Wednesdays, but for saving 20% it is bearable. And the next day, why, I had an errand to do that took me two blocks away, still not allowed to know it was the discount day.

Two snowfalls these past two days, meaning that I couldn't drive up the hill to the vineyard. The first day I got a ride from the vineyard manager who was also my viticulture instructor of two years ago. The next day, I got a ride from one of the cellar workers at the same vineyard, one who I hadn't met before. Kind of her (it seemed) to offer me a ride, but as always, there isn't a single instant I am not kept in this arranged circus, aka Potemkin Village.

Another "ride" to the vineyard, the third day of impassible road, this time getting to the gate on foot when the cleaning lady arrived, and she gave me a ride down the driveway.

 Tonight, some 2.5 hours of messing around over port forwarding rules in the router, and lo, if Synology doesn't have my specific router in their approved list, creating more translational hell in attempting to get their support to login and find what causes it to disconnect, even if all seems OK until an application is run.

The job interview I had last week has come to naught; but at least I got an email instead of nothing, as has happened in the past. Some five days of planted stupid ideations of getting the job, informing my current employer, imagining me doing the job etc. has finally ended. 


Vineyard pruning today, and the f--g dog barking most of the day; the dog isn't barking at anything particular, it just sounds off. There was a biddy close to the fence, and the dog got fussed about her heading up the hill, and lo, if two minutes later she isn't coming back down for crissakes. And she put on the preying mantis walk going uphill, with horizontal forearms and the hands hanging down, alternating bringing them forward, -totally ridiculous. When she was coming back downhill, the arm flinging walk was put on instead. Go figure

Said dog doesn't like negroes or turbans says the owner. And from my experience, doesn't like male skinheads either. Funny that, the dog dislikes some of my Unfavoreds.

I got the screws for the above mentioned clothes dryer at the big box store, and what a gangstalk scene, followed by blatant obstruction at the exit for crissakes. The biddy stalk too; just sitting there in the store on a bench seat nattering, and then tailing me to the checkout while the spouse of one was ahead of me. Which begs the question; how did she know when to come to the checkout and meet up with spouse who was finishing up? That she was with two other biddy pals who walked out the entrance (somehow, they knew how to get the sliding doors to work for them), seems all the more odd. Husband of biddy had his 6' vinyl coving (or whatever it was), and laid down along the checkout and projecting beyond it some 2' close to me. Then the cashier moved them toward me, making out that she was unaware how long they were, giving me cause to being alerted as to an impending impalement.

Insane amounts of telekinetic abuse tonight, screaming at them at least 40x; blocking my email composition and then sending the email prematurely, then blocking me from opening the reply up so I can continue with my dialog over this Synology NAS. Then the assholes have fucked Yahoo, so I don't know if something was sent or not as Drafts and Sent get blended together. In the conventional world they call this "new features" or an "upgrade", but in TI World, it is purposeful directed sabotage of familiar function to FUD the victim some more, as 11.5 years of this insane psychopathic abuse isn't enough. Go figure. Plus all the "usual" provocations; poking me in the fingers and hands, also on my nipples, one of their favorite body regions for gratuitous touches from unseen force fields.

Finally, some forward progess on getting my LAN working; it so "happens" the Cisco modem has a router in it too, which was causing many of the problems, especially with another router downstream that I thought I needed. More e-waste again. It doesn't help that Cisco calls their modem a "Residential Gateway" for crissakes. Deep into the advanced features I find the IP assignment page, so it is confirmed, it is a router and not shared switches. Keep it secret, so we can screw the victim some more. (Now three months of screwing around, though not full time).

I also had to pull the storage room items out as the hot water heater is getting too disfunctional. This time the landlady didn't blow me off with some remark about the "cold snap", as it warmed up today, har, har.

Now, with the Synology box getting functional, the assholes have degraded the applications, e.g. creating an new directory, no mapping of the back up from/to directories etc. This whole NAS has been one intense adversarial experience and I am nowhere near done yet.

A new hot water tank installed today. On with the show; as mentioned previously, the three houses I owned had hot water tank problems/replacement within 18 months of ownership. One was some two weeks after posession date, after the building inspector approved of its condition for crissakes. It appears that this hot water tank is built with a styrofoam jacket instead of the glass fiber matting they usually put in. And too, it is a mid-grey color. Some six months of storing a brown cardboard box with styrofoam inserts next to the hot water tank seems to have been part of the strategy. Now, I will get hot water with styrofoam (white) and steel (mid-grey) colored energies that the perps are sure to add to their research. About two weeks ago, they put on some plasma fireworks while I was in the shower, some 2" long sparks that sit in one place and are about 3" apart in an alternating pattern that lasts for about 5 seconds or so. They like to do this whenever they have reached an important technical milestone, total control of a particular brain region is  one example.

I was pruning vines most of the day. and of course the perps screw me out of putting on sun block from the reflection off the snow, getting a red face each day this week. Snow is melting fast now, so whatever games they are playing with snow reflected sunlight is likely coming to a close for the winter. Even if I am packing two year's supply of sunblock in my day pack, they screw me out of even thinking about it, save now, at home in front of this here flat panel display

A near absence of helicopters and small aircraft today, though the high altitude jets were out, putting on their distinctive noise, along with jet trails. The perps like to put these lines in the sky, often mapping them to cross power lines at angles suggesting that it is of a similar nature. Other times, they like to emulate the angles of the hills and mountains, putting on an extra line to extend a slope higher into the sky.

The frigging dog bark noise for at least an hour or two this am. though not near me as I chase it down to be quiet. Dumber dog (or humans) is better when keeping the TI victims agitated.

And what is it about email respondents that promise a PDF, and send the wrong one, or a partial set? Two in a row isn't a fluke for professional people. And then there are those that don't reply at all, nearly always when I email them from their site and not from Yahoo where I can track what I send. Save for the recent fuckery in Yahoo cramming emails together, leaving me to restart a new thread because the sequence got balled up.

At least dozen vehicles going up the road where where I was pruning, and then coming down in less than five minutes. Ditto for a couple of parties of ambulatory stalkers. Then there is the files of pickup trucks, two or three headed uphill one after the other and seemingly unrelated. Then there are the ubiquitous muffler noise; none or the "performance" version, as in designed loudness.

Saturday, though a work day, in the cold, as yesterday's slushy snow froze up and some snow came down. And too, they let the helicopters out in the much impaired visibility, or at least, I got treated to the noise of them as I never saw them.

I was overseeing the contract pruners; it turns out they are Albanian immigrants of five years, when my boss thought they were Croats.

I got to do heavy lifting for the boss today; I was taken around on some of her shopping beat, as her recent back surgery prevents lifting much. It was a total stalk scene at Safeway, as it is a store I rarely go to on my own. One seeming male customer had on shorts and flip flops, and it is only 5C outside for crissakes.

I see the perps murdered a deer on the lake ice; it was flopping around and couldn't get up, and a coyote was hanging back when I drove past on the way to work. Now, I see some large birds gaurding something out further, and my boss confirmed it was the deer carcass. A run of three squashed ducks on the road some months back suggests the perps like to arrange (so called) wildlife demise in my proximity.

All this week, and past weeks of vineyard pruning, the perps are constantly lifting of my undershirt under my sweater, and pulling my pants down 3" or so to expose my midriff under my jacket. Not to mention cranking up the wind to then blow onto my exposed flesh.

I "somehow" pulled a split ring of my key ring apart when getting out of the vehicle and then they jabbed my R index finger on both sides to draw blood to track me from vehicle, to gate, to front door, to inside and then to bathroom to clean the mess up and then to apply their very favorite brown color reference item, a bandaid.

More screaming at the assholes as they block folder creation on the NAS box that took four months to get running. They keep putting the directory under another, when I want to have back up files  in its own exclusive directory. There are two software routes to backing up files, and the assholes are blocking both. In the latter case, it goes off to do a module search and then says it isn't connected when it is, as how else could it show me the directories I wish to back up?  if this sounds circular, it is because of just that. All I have wanted is to have sync-ed backups of my files for the last 10 fucking years, (so the perps have less of an excuse to delete my files) and now I have a back up server that took four months of adverse abuse/sabotage to get running, and now the back up software isn't working/functional.

Then to get me screaming all the more, they crashed the browser with the NAS/back up server display page, and then when the browser was recovered, they fucked me out of all my open tabs (at least 20) and I had to go back to the History to recover them, though not all were there.

Then they wouldn't allow the NAS box tab to be closed, prefering a greyed out page to display. The perps have been big on reducing color intensity of late; not only in yoga classes do I get this film on my glasses lenses, but once per evening, and twice yesterday evening. Those web pages that drop into a half or muted tone when a info box is put over top is just what the perps need to do comparisons between full page colors and half tones.

After work; checkout obstruction at natural foods store again. I swore I would not shop at this place again, the coffee mill stunt being the final straw, but "somehow" I forgot my resolution to do this. If ever there was a gangstalking store more than Whole Foods Market (in Penticton, unaffiliated with the the Whole Foods chain), I have yet to find it. This biddy pulled a two product returns, her and prior biddy scooting just ahead of me to the only checkout open. Then the cashier had to go back in the store to get an exchange item, and so it went. Then a rude-ass cashier came by and opened up a new checkout, and naturally (in a natural food store of a different kind) the gangstalkers swarmed the new checkout line ahead of me> Nossir.. not of this polite stuff, "next customer please" in this town. And another ridiculous gangstalk act kept tailing me all over; she had one of those deep baskets that one tows, as it had wheels, and kept clacking the handle down on the basket rim wherever I was. When she finally made it to the checkout behind me, all she had in this basket was a single red cabbage for crissakes. Not only could she have been out of the store long ahead of me, but she didn't even need the basket for all the noise she made with it.

 But that wasn't it; while I was kept at the obstruction checkout stunt, one of those shiftless males who sits in their vehicle while their spouse goes shopping inside, deigned to get out of his car and put on the "looking" act, staring far away and lifting his heels up, pretending to search for his spouse in the store's doorway. I don't know why so many males have taken up the habit of sitting in their vehicles in parking lots, but it has become the latest paid-for group behavior.

A day off, and doing laundry with shiftless males and at least three fat persons. As some kind of continuity joke, about mid laundering, why, an pregnant and attractive blonde woman comes in and does a small load. She didn't strike me as someone who would ever visit a laundromat, but who cares when the victim is near totally mind controlled, including recall, something they didn't know how to mess with until 2006.

And another turn of the screw, so to speak, as what I thought was the correct size 32-6 imperial measure size, as determined by the thread gauge the perps made sure I purchased a few weeks earlier, was flat-assed wrong. At the time, the screw seemed to fit and all was over (per above), but no, the screw readily pulled out and the wretched nightmare over the clothes drying rack wasn't over. Back to the thread gauges again, but the perps made sure I tried the metric thread gauge this time, and lo, if it didn't fit (too). Much screaming at them and their insane and deranged screw thread games during this reprise episode, but I did manage to get a M4 (metric, 4MM) thread among the gangstalkers who were at every place in CT I needed to go. I wanted to get windshield wiper blades too, and lo, if another shiftless male wasn't walking in with a windshield wiper blade in hand, and just "happened" to be loitering there 5 minutes later when I returned to that section. And lo, if the assholes didn't fuck me again, by not having the 1997 Toyota Camry in the book that maps to the wiper blade set (L,R) that I needed. And if I wanted a Phillips drive on the screw head, too bad, we want it to be a hex head. Seeing that metric screws are hard to find at best, and this was a Sunday, I duly conformed to getting this item. And not to forget, the perps like to arrange asymmetry, often by marking an item (e.g. putting a 4' long gouge on the body work of one's vehicle), or by causing a part to disappear and having the victim get a similar but not exact replacement part.

But as the perps are totally obsessed over rubber, especially wiper blades and tires, why on earth did I expect that getting wiper blades would be easier than getting the right size of screw? Not forgetting for a moment the perps are obsessed with plant sap as well, and having me measure live trees for so much of my forestry career, it was a wonder they didn't have me become a heroin addict too, as the opium base is made from the exudate of cut poppy pods. Just to think, the whole human misery over heroin addiction might be perp engendered to yet again, determine some kind of energetic correlation between plant sap/exudate and either being proximate (rubber products), or injecting self medicating substances into ones veins.

Changing of the guard, as in the red light insert of the L trackball as a near skin continuous red light at my R hand since 2000. Now, the R trackball, without any of the red lighting, replaces it. A big perp advance IMHO, as they now have to go without this advantage of red light next to me. No wonder they like their oncoming ambulatory gangstalkers to do a R side pass.

And to add to the BS, the new trackball makes noise as I rotate the ball- cute.

Other interesting perp advancements is that they have let me eat eggs for the first time since 2001 or so. That was before they went berserk/overt, but after having two eggs for breakfast I felt strangely ill. Naturally they planted the notion that I was allergic to it, which I never had been. During the hospital stay of 2003 mostly, they had me eat some eggs, but no more than six over a period of weeks, along with the rude-asses who were all over me when I picked it up and put it on my tray. One of my hiking "friends" served me eggs in 2005, and that was the last one until now. It would seem that the perps are progressing on yellow food processing and want me to try eggs after screwing me with a faux allergic reaction as mentioned. After having my perp-abetting criminal mother (First Feral Family mother), eat eggs anytime they directed her over this duration, it shows how slow they are about getting me figured out as to yellow color energetics.

Another is that they are combining two kinds of brown food in one meal; the tea that is mixed with powdered coconut, and a brown tortilla. The increase of white vehicles bearing an even tone of light brown road dirt on them suggests they are extending their brown color studies to compare this to a similar tan tone paint color.

They are also putting on much more dirt covered vehicles now; light tan browns on white, darker dirt on black etc.