NOCTURNAL EMISSIONS...
(begun Monday 28th May at 1.05am...)
*Doing guard-duty this morning halicon? Dominic? I don't wonder, quite frankly....*
Time flies when you're having fun, and it's been over an hour already since my two furry friends rose off Cloud 9 in unison, and hit the floor, shrieking hysterically... I'd tottered after them, and let them out into the front yard, where they tore about the borders at speed, yapping in outrage... *grins..
Only once I'd come back inside did I see that the bastard had put his foot through the flimsy ceiling board, and that will have been what woke the dogs...
The single most tightly monitored home in Kwa-Zulu, and still you'll get away with it, you KNOB!
Let's face it, it'll be a rare day/night when Balliram isn't at his controls after midnight, ferreting about inside the homes of the Community, and raising the levels of EMR and wireless to a sickening degree in the process, but this will be one such lapse, right? *winks.. To those dotted about the Zone who are aware of the streetlight cowling cameras, and the beams that criss-cross so many properties without the owner's knowledge, did I not point out how easy it is for a Controller to say those particular cameras weren't activated or monitored at the time of the crime?
Have I not insisted all along that the system is being used by the criminal element for their own benefit?
*It's now 1.25am, and the GW just came through to put the big spotlight on to charge.. As I got up from the desk I took a giveaway whack to the kidneys, as Balliram cranked up his eavesdropping system.. Ooops!*
What's your excuse this time, Chop? The standard 'I was busy over in Hugo Road, or Reservoir Hills, and didn't notice anything going on next door at my pet monkey's home? That won't wash... Whichever way they entered our property, you had to have seen them, and that's the bottom line.. He took about four roof tiles off, between us and our Good Neighbour at No. 10, and that's in DLOS to our streetlight, so can the bullshit lies if you don't mind...
If you wanted confirmation that our Area Controller, Collin P. Balliram, is employed by the Organised Crime Unit of the Surveillance/Theft Project, you need look no further than tonight's fiasco..*mutters....
What lengths would be gone to, to water down my constant allegations and accusations against this travesty of a human being? You're aware he has at least one house-guest? Was it a month ago that the Gauteng Registered silver car first arrived at No. 6, to come and go at all hours? Whether it's been replaced or joined by the Royal Blue 4x4 (also a Gauteng Registration), I know not, but the fact remains that Balliram has acquired a very handy co-conspirator or two...*waves to hal...
At some point yesterday morning I'd heard them struggling with the remote as it chirruped and chirruped, while they tried to set the system just so....
It wasn't long after that, that both our TV remotes had jammed, and I'd muttered that our Controller was up to his usual mischief.... Ah, said the GameWrecker, that can't be, as I saw him going out with his Missus in her larnie new white Merc, a while ago....
Just the two of them mind you, and the Blue 4x4 had stayed on the driveway. Can you imagine how useful it would be to have imported another Controller from out of town, to act as a decoy? Let's say for instance, that on the morning of Saturday, 19th May, round about when I'd been swamped by the shocking Chills and Fever frequency, Balliram could prove that he was up in Pretoria at a 'conference'.. That he stayed there throughout Sunday, (while I was being microwaved on high), and that he has a hoard of alibis to prove it...
That would pretty much rubbish my claims of his culpability, would it not? *teeth.. Mygod, if you allow yourselves to fall for that one after all this time, I'd have to question your own gullibility... The extreme assault on my person was carried out from No. 6 Harris Crescent, whether by Balliram himself, or his most timeously-arrived houseguest from Gauteng...
How many other claims that I've made of his ongoing mischief-making over the past four weeks, has he suddenly managed to produce watertight alibis for? Had you even noticed?
I can't remember whether it was this Friday, or the Saturday morning that our internet connection took a nose-dive for the worse and was reduced to a joke... Though it was only on Saturday evening that I'd managed to stumble into the iBurst Forum at mybroadband to find no mention made of any problems with the Network... That little oversight was hastily amended, and by Sunday an ambiguous post had appeared asking whether anyone else was experiencing problems in the Durban area... *chokes...
While our PC was rendered almost inoperable as a result, neither the visiting Aviator, my kid, or the GW, had any problems at all accessing the interwebz on their laptops or phones...*blinks..
An isolated iBurst problem then? You betcha! Are you finally beginning to get the picture of the sheer extent of the control that can now be exerted upon the victim of choice?
On a more cheerful note, the UAGuru established that Adsense has been unable to respond to my application due to the fact that all this time I've been using an out-dated template.. Despite all of the efforts made to thwart him, he stuck to it and finally managed to upgrade the template to one that can support Adsense Edit added at 9.04am: Fat lot of good that did, as there was a mail in my box earlier to say Adsense found my blog to contain insufficient content, and it should at least contain enough text to identify relevant ads... Thanks guys.... *waves cheerfully.....
*It's now 2.15am and a couple of big dogs have begun barking somewhere out near the valley.. Gonna try for a replay, Balliram? *snarls...*
Will my Controller now whine that our garden has become too overgrown for him to monitor all the movements on our property? Is THAT what this latest carefully engineered outrage is all about?
In a civilised world the Knob would call the GW and suggest the areas that it would be to our advantage to have trimmed, pretty much for our own safety's sake of course..*winks.. That's not how it works in real life though, is it Balliram?
Across the country, the population must be forced into compliance by means of murder and mayhem, and that's where you and your erstwhile partner Glen Nayager came in....
Are you really going to tell me that you had no idea of the projected plans for this Project, Mistuh Spence? That you hadn't heard the whispers of the means that were to be used to facilitate the installation of the wireless/laser surveillance and theft technology, even after you'd handed our circuits over to Balliram and the now very late Nayager, in 2005? You think a jury would swallow your answer?
Once the dogs had quietened down, I'd pointlessly taken them up the top to check the street, though you could hear the local animals in the distance, protesting as Balliram's hired help passed by, job done...
Admittedly, I'm notoriously thick, but not that simple that I can't figure out what you're after, and I'll see to it that the job gets done when Vincent gets back to work after the Marathon... Once that's been achieved to our mutual satisfaction, it will be another gap closed to your lies... Edit: At this point, as I go through checking for the usual typos, I discover that the spacing appears to have gone haywire on the finished piece. How's about you keep your grubby fingers to yourselves?
As an aside - Do none of you find it odd that the would-be intruder chose the only room in the house with a light on, to attampt to gain access? The desk lamp in the lounge is left on each and every night, and I guess Balliram had to overlook that in favour of the fact that it's the furthest point from his Chickencoop, and would therefore add some sort of merit to his inevitible protestations.. *vomits copiously....
It appears that the Droog had it all figured out well before we'd even gone to bed last night, as I recall fat Sophie growling endlessly as we sat in front of the TV, until I'd sent her outside to scout around..
He'd taken the little make-shift cat's ladder from under the lounge window to climb onto the roof.. A few rough planks nailed together, which I've since fetched back down off the roof where he'd left it, and chained it up with the rest of the ladders... Another bunch of keys that 'mistakenly' got taken to the Palmiet jondolo at some stage or other, over the years since my trusted Landscape Artist was persuaded to renege on us... *sighs... Stupid old people, hey Balliram?
Interesting to find that my dear husband appears to be learning the rules of the Zone at last, and that at no stage since I first leapt out of bed at 12.15am, have either of us so much as uttered the word 'police'... I did however, send a text to my Vice Chair shortly after 1am, and I'll be checking later on to see just how long it took to arrive, if at all... Edit: He called me after sometime after 7am, when he found it.
During this entire incident, the ghostly green light still pours out of the Polo's front grill as the power continues to corrode much of the metal under the bonnet...Do YOU have a vehicle that's forced to park in your yard, out in the open? If you live here in the Zone, may I suggest you include it in your photography experiments? That when you've finished turning 180 degrees, snapping off random shots in the dark with the flash, you kneel down and take a few pics of your vehicle's front grille work? You may be startled at what you find when you go through the results later, using the zoom function... *winks... What to look for? Tiny spatterings of the laser-friendly white emulsion, or carefully applied blobs of ochre or brown, would do it for me...
Has your car been at the Agent's recently, or at least within the last two or three years? If I could be bothered, would I find that my VC's vehicle bore the same telltale evidence tucked into his grille?
Man, are we making it easy for these criminals to rule our lives, or what? Go. Go now and switch the lights off, and start hunting for the holograms that blanket your area, and tell me they won't harm you in any way...
Maybe not, Stef my man - But I've my doubts about combining your stunning technology with that of your colleague Francesco Petruccione...
Right - It's now 3.30am, and some fifteen minutes earlier I heard some sort of thud from outside.. Ten minutes later and Kitz has come in noisily and set the dogs off again briefly... Stress is a killer, is it not Master? Stress, combined with a few of your choicer frequencies, can 'take care' of a lot of irritating problems, as I'm betting you've discovered while on your murderous nocturnal outings these past years...
I'm going to try and sleep for a bit, but very much doubt that will suit our Controller.. Cheers and
peace..
---oOo---
Monday 28th May 2012 at 9.37am..
Sunday, May 27, 2012
NOTHING PERSONAL...?
(begun Sunday 27th May at 5.20am...)
I'm really battling to get going this morning... I know it sounds daft, but I've got the feeling I must stop mucking about and get a move on... Self-preservation? I should've forgotten every last detail of the previous weekend's upgraded assault by now, but I haven't...
Sitting there on the edge of Cloud 9 at 8am last Sunday, literally sizzling all over as he microwaved me on High, has to be one of the weirdest and most unpleasant experiences I've had yet.. Man, I was practically crackling with the energy, as it poured all over me...
Odd how I'd known straight off that it wasn't a practise run, and the old instinct had kicked in to save my sorry hide.. Imagine if I'd had the Panasonic sitting on the little tripod, set on Self-Timer, and had managed to get it going in time? Would the results have shown me perched there, wreathed in those spooky swirls of smoke, with a couple of rainbow-coloured bolts of light sticking out of me?
You want to run that stumbling description by our Dr. Roux, Janneman? It's the best I can do, and it's the only way my camera knows how to interpret what it sees during that second...
Any of the students over at Howard College had the nerve to try it out on each other? The guys that told Professor Els their knee joints were playing up after they'd been working in the lab? Running any sort of tests to simulate exactly what was done to me last weekend would be pointless without Collin Balliram's full co-operation, and somehow I don't see him freely admitting to the full extent of that particular onslaught...
Saturday had been bad enough, and by midday, I'm guessing my white blood cell count had all but done a runner for good.. The mere fact that I'm sitting back here, yapping on, and have lived to tell the tale, will have the Telecom's Strategist shrugging off my claims with ease... *vomits...
With hindsight, the reason behind the punishment meted out (and that's most certainly what it was), would've been my visit to Dodge City two days earlier, when the Comms. Officer had spied me chatting to someone in the little office adjoining their Meeting room... The Crumb had panicked totally, and for some reason he'd probably thought I had my camera out again, and I was showing off my hologram pictures as I'd done a couple of weeks before, to the little Captain...
She'd expressed her bafflement at the time, and I'd gone on my way feeling a bit better that at least she'd allowed me to show her one or two photos, and that was that...
See - These are the cops that should be looking after me, and who, for one reason or another have been unable to lift a finger in my defence... Turns out I care more for their welfare than they do mine, but I'm well aware of the circumstances beyond their control, and don't hold it against them...
Barnabas' Holder of the Fort appears to regard me in a new light these days (gotta LOVE that turn of phrase!) and I honestly can't see why.. I'm still the same bumbling Idiot, stumbling about with my dire warnings and no real means of backing up my claims, so WTF is his problem?
It's not the first time it's occurred to me to invite myself to tea with the Druglord's Missus...You think I'm joking? I'm not...
It's the sort of Community I live in, foreign as it may sound to you... People here are just well, nice, and you get invited round to pop in, at the drop of a hat....
I'd happily spend an hour or two showing that stoic lady my pictures, though chances are she may interpret them in similar fashion to the Environmentalist, as being some sort of possible spiritual phenomenon... *blinks... What would doing such a thing achieve in the long run? Odds are that our Earl has kitted out their home with every protective measure he could lay his hands on, and it's true that the worst fall-out isn't likely to affect them, as it's experienced INSIDE the home, via your powerlines...
That's not really what I'm on about, here ...
No. I'd simply like for Missus Barnabas to study the great swarms of holograms in the air above our DSTV dish and around the towering spotlight up at the Hall, and to decide for herself whether she thinks her husband has the power to keep the air above her children and grandchildren's homes clear of this astonishing technology.... *coughs..
Would it occur to her to wonder whether the sheer number of spheres filling the air might just end up shortening the lives of her own precious family, in the long run? I'd lay odds that she's nothing like the callous and calculating bastard she married, and that all she really wants is for her family to be safe from harm...
Showing her my pictures would at least allow her to decide for herself whether Dr. Roux's quantum laser Communications system is set to affect her life detrimentally, despite the enormous power her SO wields here in the Zone...
Typically, I can't recall whether Stephen Fry and said on the telly last night that women have more than one and a half, or two and a half times the amount of pain sensors, than men... Whatever... I figure that explains why Missus B.Snr., Sue, and me have reacted so badly to the Creep's ministrations....
It's what I've been trying to tell you all along... Just because you're a bloke and don't physically feel the effects of all this technology in the air, simply means that you have an inferior alarm system to ours... You're taking the identical amount of crud that we are, but in your case it's quite possible your body will only let you know once it's too late... Right now may I suggest that if you work in IT and have a family, you organise some serious Life Insurance and Hospital cover, so that at least your loved-ones are taken care of, should the shit hit the fan....
Scare-mongering? That would no doubt be what Jannie van Zyl calls it, but that's bullshit...
I'm a realist, and you chaps out there who support this appalling experiment so blindly, (be you NIA-clearanced Agents or Controllers), have no excuse for not getting your affairs in order, no matter how young and omnipotent you feel...
It's not like you're struggling financially FFS, and what would be the harm of setting up a safety net, just in case?
It's just this minute struck me that were I able to run Adsense, chances are I'd end up with an Insurance company sitting on my blog.. Something that wouldn't exactly add to my already dodgy credibility..*grins...
If you'd thought the sudden return of my gmail Profile after I'd published yesterday's The Wow Factor, meant that Balliram has retreated from corrupting my mail service, you can think again... It took several attempts and about 3+ hours to replace the expired Kaspersky with AVG, due, I've no doubt at all, to deliberate interference by our charming Area Controller....
Once it was finally installed I'd managed to get into blogger.com and mybroadband with ease, but my gmail account was another story altogether....
The Aviator would have it that the iBurst connection was to blame, and I'm not going to argue on that score...*looks at Ian Halliday...
We labrats here in the Zone (and you may check the coverage at this point) hardly feature on your personal radar these days, Ian? I'll say again that you're as culpable as Sutcliffe when it comes to shafting an entire Community, and allowing us to be used in this appalling experiment... Will you whine that you had no choice but to follow Mr. van Zyl's orders, and that you had no idea that a flimsily disguised Druglord and his corrupt cronies were to Oversee the lives of the people living here, via their powerlines? Sure you will... Your guilt, like Michael Sutcliffe's, will have the edge taken off it, by the comforting sight of your personal bank balance... *spews...
Nobody's twisting our arm to stay with iBurst? And the alternative for cash-strapped retirees? Telkom's adsl? In our case the frying pan/fire metaphor immediately springs to mind, and I'm sure you'll figure out the reason why......
The removal of the Telkom cable feeding my kid's residence in Rosetta, and the recent steady increase in crime in that little backwater, should give you a clue that the Curry Mafia aren't the only ones who indulge in petty revenge....*studies the Strategist...
I'm making a mountain out of a mole-hill again, Jannie? It's just another area that must be wirelessed, and nothing personal? Sure dude, if you say so..
Peace..
PS Once again I find there are huge gaps between my published updates. The UAguru insists that it's a problem caused by the occasional picture I blog, though they have become a rarity.... I of course, am not so sure...
---oOo---
Sunday 27th May 2012 at 10.54am.
(begun Sunday 27th May at 5.20am...)
I'm really battling to get going this morning... I know it sounds daft, but I've got the feeling I must stop mucking about and get a move on... Self-preservation? I should've forgotten every last detail of the previous weekend's upgraded assault by now, but I haven't...
Sitting there on the edge of Cloud 9 at 8am last Sunday, literally sizzling all over as he microwaved me on High, has to be one of the weirdest and most unpleasant experiences I've had yet.. Man, I was practically crackling with the energy, as it poured all over me...
Odd how I'd known straight off that it wasn't a practise run, and the old instinct had kicked in to save my sorry hide.. Imagine if I'd had the Panasonic sitting on the little tripod, set on Self-Timer, and had managed to get it going in time? Would the results have shown me perched there, wreathed in those spooky swirls of smoke, with a couple of rainbow-coloured bolts of light sticking out of me?
You want to run that stumbling description by our Dr. Roux, Janneman? It's the best I can do, and it's the only way my camera knows how to interpret what it sees during that second...
Any of the students over at Howard College had the nerve to try it out on each other? The guys that told Professor Els their knee joints were playing up after they'd been working in the lab? Running any sort of tests to simulate exactly what was done to me last weekend would be pointless without Collin Balliram's full co-operation, and somehow I don't see him freely admitting to the full extent of that particular onslaught...
Saturday had been bad enough, and by midday, I'm guessing my white blood cell count had all but done a runner for good.. The mere fact that I'm sitting back here, yapping on, and have lived to tell the tale, will have the Telecom's Strategist shrugging off my claims with ease... *vomits...
With hindsight, the reason behind the punishment meted out (and that's most certainly what it was), would've been my visit to Dodge City two days earlier, when the Comms. Officer had spied me chatting to someone in the little office adjoining their Meeting room... The Crumb had panicked totally, and for some reason he'd probably thought I had my camera out again, and I was showing off my hologram pictures as I'd done a couple of weeks before, to the little Captain...
She'd expressed her bafflement at the time, and I'd gone on my way feeling a bit better that at least she'd allowed me to show her one or two photos, and that was that...
See - These are the cops that should be looking after me, and who, for one reason or another have been unable to lift a finger in my defence... Turns out I care more for their welfare than they do mine, but I'm well aware of the circumstances beyond their control, and don't hold it against them...
Barnabas' Holder of the Fort appears to regard me in a new light these days (gotta LOVE that turn of phrase!) and I honestly can't see why.. I'm still the same bumbling Idiot, stumbling about with my dire warnings and no real means of backing up my claims, so WTF is his problem?
It's not the first time it's occurred to me to invite myself to tea with the Druglord's Missus...You think I'm joking? I'm not...
It's the sort of Community I live in, foreign as it may sound to you... People here are just well, nice, and you get invited round to pop in, at the drop of a hat....
I'd happily spend an hour or two showing that stoic lady my pictures, though chances are she may interpret them in similar fashion to the Environmentalist, as being some sort of possible spiritual phenomenon... *blinks... What would doing such a thing achieve in the long run? Odds are that our Earl has kitted out their home with every protective measure he could lay his hands on, and it's true that the worst fall-out isn't likely to affect them, as it's experienced INSIDE the home, via your powerlines...
That's not really what I'm on about, here ...
No. I'd simply like for Missus Barnabas to study the great swarms of holograms in the air above our DSTV dish and around the towering spotlight up at the Hall, and to decide for herself whether she thinks her husband has the power to keep the air above her children and grandchildren's homes clear of this astonishing technology.... *coughs..
Would it occur to her to wonder whether the sheer number of spheres filling the air might just end up shortening the lives of her own precious family, in the long run? I'd lay odds that she's nothing like the callous and calculating bastard she married, and that all she really wants is for her family to be safe from harm...
Showing her my pictures would at least allow her to decide for herself whether Dr. Roux's quantum laser Communications system is set to affect her life detrimentally, despite the enormous power her SO wields here in the Zone...
Typically, I can't recall whether Stephen Fry and said on the telly last night that women have more than one and a half, or two and a half times the amount of pain sensors, than men... Whatever... I figure that explains why Missus B.Snr., Sue, and me have reacted so badly to the Creep's ministrations....
It's what I've been trying to tell you all along... Just because you're a bloke and don't physically feel the effects of all this technology in the air, simply means that you have an inferior alarm system to ours... You're taking the identical amount of crud that we are, but in your case it's quite possible your body will only let you know once it's too late... Right now may I suggest that if you work in IT and have a family, you organise some serious Life Insurance and Hospital cover, so that at least your loved-ones are taken care of, should the shit hit the fan....
Scare-mongering? That would no doubt be what Jannie van Zyl calls it, but that's bullshit...
I'm a realist, and you chaps out there who support this appalling experiment so blindly, (be you NIA-clearanced Agents or Controllers), have no excuse for not getting your affairs in order, no matter how young and omnipotent you feel...
It's not like you're struggling financially FFS, and what would be the harm of setting up a safety net, just in case?
It's just this minute struck me that were I able to run Adsense, chances are I'd end up with an Insurance company sitting on my blog.. Something that wouldn't exactly add to my already dodgy credibility..*grins...
If you'd thought the sudden return of my gmail Profile after I'd published yesterday's The Wow Factor, meant that Balliram has retreated from corrupting my mail service, you can think again... It took several attempts and about 3+ hours to replace the expired Kaspersky with AVG, due, I've no doubt at all, to deliberate interference by our charming Area Controller....
Once it was finally installed I'd managed to get into blogger.com and mybroadband with ease, but my gmail account was another story altogether....
The Aviator would have it that the iBurst connection was to blame, and I'm not going to argue on that score...*looks at Ian Halliday...
We labrats here in the Zone (and you may check the coverage at this point) hardly feature on your personal radar these days, Ian? I'll say again that you're as culpable as Sutcliffe when it comes to shafting an entire Community, and allowing us to be used in this appalling experiment... Will you whine that you had no choice but to follow Mr. van Zyl's orders, and that you had no idea that a flimsily disguised Druglord and his corrupt cronies were to Oversee the lives of the people living here, via their powerlines? Sure you will... Your guilt, like Michael Sutcliffe's, will have the edge taken off it, by the comforting sight of your personal bank balance... *spews...
Nobody's twisting our arm to stay with iBurst? And the alternative for cash-strapped retirees? Telkom's adsl? In our case the frying pan/fire metaphor immediately springs to mind, and I'm sure you'll figure out the reason why......
The removal of the Telkom cable feeding my kid's residence in Rosetta, and the recent steady increase in crime in that little backwater, should give you a clue that the Curry Mafia aren't the only ones who indulge in petty revenge....*studies the Strategist...
I'm making a mountain out of a mole-hill again, Jannie? It's just another area that must be wirelessed, and nothing personal? Sure dude, if you say so..
Peace..
PS Once again I find there are huge gaps between my published updates. The UAguru insists that it's a problem caused by the occasional picture I blog, though they have become a rarity.... I of course, am not so sure...
---oOo---
Sunday 27th May 2012 at 10.54am.
Friday, May 25, 2012
THE WOW FACTOR..
(begun Saturday 26th May at 3.40am..)
*Edit made Saturday at 10.34am - I've just discovered that my gmail Profile has been reinstated, at least for the moment.. I sent a note to the Rocket Scientist at 10.20am, and another to my Vice Chair at 10.16am, though my mails have a habit of disappearing of late, and not into recipient's spam boxes either...*
I'd not even had the beginnings of a blog for you today, and had suspected you'd enjoy a break for a change..
The middle-aged and enthusiastic Intelligence Operative next door, had other ideas... *eyeroll..
His habit of jabbing Millie the Gross randomly with a Knife to the Back as I sleep, is a fairly recent development... A couple of months is it, Balliram? Even for the Queen of Malice himself, it's a level of attack that has me more bemused than upset, and I've actually caught him at it on several occasions..
I'll wake suddenly, not knowing why, and I'll lie there comfortably for a while, until he can no longer resist, and he does it again, whereupon I get the message loud and clear...
This frankly astonishing and yes, embarrassing level of childishness is obviously outweighed by it's effectiveness? If it works, why not use it, hey Creep?
Could the resident shrink even begin to understand if I were to say that in this particular instance, I feel ashamed for my own Controller? Crazy I know, but you have to remember that I've owned him for about 14 years now, and there's very little of his character that I don't know about...
I've even gone as far as making up excuses for his insistence on accompanying me to both the bathroom and toilet, and have told myself that this perverted behaviour could at a stretch, fall under the Guinea-Pig's General Health column, and must be updated daily... *chokes... You and I know of course that that's rubbish, and that he's there simply because he can't help himself, and that he enjoys seeing Millie and the rest of my fugliness in all it's naked glory, and that watching me take a dump has come to hold it's own special charms for him...
Ushers of the New Age? Man, I like to think I'm as broadminded as the next Ancient, and that I'm cool with his unfortunate obsession, but somewhere in this vacuum that sits atop my neck I smell sickness, and it ain't mine...
His small signature acts of vindictiveness are so familiar by now, they barely merit a mention.. Like how the GameWrecker had called out to me yesterday that I shouldn't forget to watch The Indian Doctor on BBC at 4.30pm, and I'd muttered back that I would, if the TV was working... Prophetic, as it turned out... I'd had the volume right down as I'd settled into my corner at about 4.15pm, only to find that both our remotes had been jammed.. You get the picture? I did too, but without the sound... *grins wryly... So instead, I'd dutifully leaned my head back against the cushion, and closed my eyes for a brief nap.. That had only irked Balliram into jabbing at my internals. (I really must invest in a wallchart that shows where each organ sits, so that you can fully appreciate his skills..).
By this time it was getting dark, so I cheerfully trundled off and fetched my Panasonic, and I spent a happy hour or so wandering about both outdoors and in, taking random shots of anything and everything... It's been a couple of weeks at least, since he stopped draining the camera batteries dry, or causing the lens to zoom in and out crazily, before it switches itself off... Maybe he's finally realised that I'm seldom without a stash of fresh ones, and that if necessary, I'll simply haul out the Olympus, and carry on shooting.. Whatever. I'm making the most of it while it lasts...*beams...
Let's say on average I could take as many as fifty pictures at a time.. The most enjoyable part of the exercise is going through them afterwards, as you obviously have no idea whether you've gotten lucky or not, until you sift through them, frame by frame....
If I end up keeping only two of the fifty, I consider it a bonus, and I've become pretty ruthless with the Delete function.. I have to be, for I've hit so many home runs, if I were to keep them all, I'd have to buy a new card every few months... So now I employ the Wow Factor, and pare down my efforts to keep only the 'WTF is that?' results...
Yesterday evening's enforced alternative to watching the enjoyable The Indian Doctor series, had yielded me two or three new additions to my 'files'... THIS one, taken facing down the outside pathway that runs between this room and the three aircon units on Balliram's kitchen and Bunker walls, was an angle I've not tried before.. Will you look at those spheres hanging right underneath our eaves? Just under the section of faschia board that I discovered Vincent had 'painted', only last week, and no doubt done the same day he added THIS green fungus to our DSTV Satellite dish... Pretty conclusive evidence that whatever that substance is, it's laser/hologram-friendly...
Or what about THIS one, where I didn't bother trying to count how many orbs appear above der Bunker and his aircon units? IMHO, even those two pics pale next to the one taken down the pitch-black passage indoors HERE....
Judging by the stunning results in the 'Stop what you're doing' thread in the Photography Forum at mybroadband, there are more than a few skilled photographers out there.. Would they snort derisively at THIS truly weird phenomenon, captured in the passage, or would they nod and say that I got really lucky? Whom I gonna call? Ghostbusters? *falls over....
My feeble efforts since 2004 fill nine albums, that although not online, are available should you wish to see them.... Many taken by necessity on zoom, with the result that they're amateurish in the extreme, and hardly likely to cause panic in the Camp of the Corrupt...
My Controller has managed to keep a record of them as well, due to the wiring up of both Phototech and Budget Photo in Westville, and once I was forced to take my business over to the Pavilion, Whysall's was included in Balliram's Search and Retrieve (steal) exercise... *shrugs..
There's nothing there that would hold up in what now passes for a Court of Law, but together, I figure those albums could provide a historical archive of just how this country is being wired up, to ultimately be controlled by one World government, and I actually dare to be rather proud of the fact... They show clearly how my notorious thickness had me stumbling and bumbling about, in my attempts to guess at what was taking place...
From the very earliest shots of the Mithiyane (sp) Cowboys 'adjusting' Balliram's control streetlight, to the giant foreign-manufactured machines carving up the Freeway at night...
The pale-skinned techs installing the strange sheet of silver substance on the roof of the toddler's dorms at St. Theresa's orphanage, and yet more pale-skins, shoulder-deep in a trench outside No. 16, as Cornelis Groesbeek's team struggle to fit the cabling through the waterlines...
The odd-looking light fittings installed on so many of the Convent walls both at St. Theresa's across the valley and St. Philomena's over in Rippon Road, that are clearly designed to withstand much more than the standard voltage, and whose business is certainly not simply to illuminate the area... *winks...
The MTB down at Howard College, once home of the biggest wireless base station in the country, and a recurring feature throughout my albums, as Petruccione adjusted and re-adjusted those enormous power-hungry lamps....
Another recurring theme in my prints would be the water... *looks at the shifty Neil MacLeod.. Water everywhere... Spouting unattended out of uncapped hydrants, or simply running in rivers down the neighbourhood streets, as carefully engineered reports of an ageing infrastructure or water theft began appearing in the press, placed by the Project's Damage Control guys.. (Read: Sutcliffe).
LATER at 5.30am
As a pictorial account of how we sat back and watched our freedom being removed, those books can stand on their own, though the tale will have to remain incomplete...
Since I literally stumbled over the very first pale green hologram hanging against THIS pre-cast wall in our garden, I decided to forego my habit of having a dozen or so prints made at Whysall's every few months, for it wasn't worth the risk of having the card and it's contents destroyed remotely.... Once the Panasonic began revealing the swarms of spheres in the area, and the dozens of blindingly-bright laser-attracting applications that have been dotted about our home and garden, the chances of my memory card picking up a second virus, were a given... A virus that wouldn't just enhance Balliram's ability to control that little digital appliance, but one that would finish if off for good... *shrugs..
So here I sit, with three cards and more than enough evidence to show that the Zone Community are surviving under a thick blanket created by a technology that I suspect is very far removed from Stef Roux's 'perfectly safe' assertion....
You want to convince me to take a chance and plug my darling device into our corrupted computer, so that you may share my delight?
That, my friends, would take some doing, especially since google SA have so obviously abandoned me, and have courteously stepped back in deference to our proxy ISP's demands... *studies the ageing Cracker...
My kid tells me that the organised crime team are finally focusing their increased attentions on Nottingham Road and Rosetta... You may recall that their landline cable was stolen back around December, and was never replaced? Always a clear sign of the Project's arrival, as they force the Community over to wireless options... Next comes the horrific increase in crime, in order to persuade home-owners to invest in some serious additional outdoor lighting.. Lighting that will eventually be harnessed and controlled by a laser-trained Area Controller...
The youngsters are coming down this morning for a sleepover, and Balliram is well aware of this...Will he arrange for them to endure more chaos to their lives, than they already have?
A break-in to the empty house in Mooi River last week, and all the kid's clothes and toys carted off in a wheelbarrow? Two men spotted clambering over the barbed-wire fence into one of her elderly widowed landlady's paddocks, who fled when the old retainer put his light on? The inexplicable problem with her bakkie's carburettor, that is forced to park out in the open overnight? Circumstantial? You think? *eyeroll...
Have a lovely day, and
peace...
---oOo---
Saturday 26th May 2012 at 9.04am
(begun Saturday 26th May at 3.40am..)
*Edit made Saturday at 10.34am - I've just discovered that my gmail Profile has been reinstated, at least for the moment.. I sent a note to the Rocket Scientist at 10.20am, and another to my Vice Chair at 10.16am, though my mails have a habit of disappearing of late, and not into recipient's spam boxes either...*
I'd not even had the beginnings of a blog for you today, and had suspected you'd enjoy a break for a change..
The middle-aged and enthusiastic Intelligence Operative next door, had other ideas... *eyeroll..
His habit of jabbing Millie the Gross randomly with a Knife to the Back as I sleep, is a fairly recent development... A couple of months is it, Balliram? Even for the Queen of Malice himself, it's a level of attack that has me more bemused than upset, and I've actually caught him at it on several occasions..
I'll wake suddenly, not knowing why, and I'll lie there comfortably for a while, until he can no longer resist, and he does it again, whereupon I get the message loud and clear...
This frankly astonishing and yes, embarrassing level of childishness is obviously outweighed by it's effectiveness? If it works, why not use it, hey Creep?
Could the resident shrink even begin to understand if I were to say that in this particular instance, I feel ashamed for my own Controller? Crazy I know, but you have to remember that I've owned him for about 14 years now, and there's very little of his character that I don't know about...
I've even gone as far as making up excuses for his insistence on accompanying me to both the bathroom and toilet, and have told myself that this perverted behaviour could at a stretch, fall under the Guinea-Pig's General Health column, and must be updated daily... *chokes... You and I know of course that that's rubbish, and that he's there simply because he can't help himself, and that he enjoys seeing Millie and the rest of my fugliness in all it's naked glory, and that watching me take a dump has come to hold it's own special charms for him...
Ushers of the New Age? Man, I like to think I'm as broadminded as the next Ancient, and that I'm cool with his unfortunate obsession, but somewhere in this vacuum that sits atop my neck I smell sickness, and it ain't mine...
His small signature acts of vindictiveness are so familiar by now, they barely merit a mention.. Like how the GameWrecker had called out to me yesterday that I shouldn't forget to watch The Indian Doctor on BBC at 4.30pm, and I'd muttered back that I would, if the TV was working... Prophetic, as it turned out... I'd had the volume right down as I'd settled into my corner at about 4.15pm, only to find that both our remotes had been jammed.. You get the picture? I did too, but without the sound... *grins wryly... So instead, I'd dutifully leaned my head back against the cushion, and closed my eyes for a brief nap.. That had only irked Balliram into jabbing at my internals. (I really must invest in a wallchart that shows where each organ sits, so that you can fully appreciate his skills..).
By this time it was getting dark, so I cheerfully trundled off and fetched my Panasonic, and I spent a happy hour or so wandering about both outdoors and in, taking random shots of anything and everything... It's been a couple of weeks at least, since he stopped draining the camera batteries dry, or causing the lens to zoom in and out crazily, before it switches itself off... Maybe he's finally realised that I'm seldom without a stash of fresh ones, and that if necessary, I'll simply haul out the Olympus, and carry on shooting.. Whatever. I'm making the most of it while it lasts...*beams...
Let's say on average I could take as many as fifty pictures at a time.. The most enjoyable part of the exercise is going through them afterwards, as you obviously have no idea whether you've gotten lucky or not, until you sift through them, frame by frame....
If I end up keeping only two of the fifty, I consider it a bonus, and I've become pretty ruthless with the Delete function.. I have to be, for I've hit so many home runs, if I were to keep them all, I'd have to buy a new card every few months... So now I employ the Wow Factor, and pare down my efforts to keep only the 'WTF is that?' results...
Yesterday evening's enforced alternative to watching the enjoyable The Indian Doctor series, had yielded me two or three new additions to my 'files'... THIS one, taken facing down the outside pathway that runs between this room and the three aircon units on Balliram's kitchen and Bunker walls, was an angle I've not tried before.. Will you look at those spheres hanging right underneath our eaves? Just under the section of faschia board that I discovered Vincent had 'painted', only last week, and no doubt done the same day he added THIS green fungus to our DSTV Satellite dish... Pretty conclusive evidence that whatever that substance is, it's laser/hologram-friendly...
Or what about THIS one, where I didn't bother trying to count how many orbs appear above der Bunker and his aircon units? IMHO, even those two pics pale next to the one taken down the pitch-black passage indoors HERE....
Judging by the stunning results in the 'Stop what you're doing' thread in the Photography Forum at mybroadband, there are more than a few skilled photographers out there.. Would they snort derisively at THIS truly weird phenomenon, captured in the passage, or would they nod and say that I got really lucky? Whom I gonna call? Ghostbusters? *falls over....
My feeble efforts since 2004 fill nine albums, that although not online, are available should you wish to see them.... Many taken by necessity on zoom, with the result that they're amateurish in the extreme, and hardly likely to cause panic in the Camp of the Corrupt...
My Controller has managed to keep a record of them as well, due to the wiring up of both Phototech and Budget Photo in Westville, and once I was forced to take my business over to the Pavilion, Whysall's was included in Balliram's Search and Retrieve (steal) exercise... *shrugs..
There's nothing there that would hold up in what now passes for a Court of Law, but together, I figure those albums could provide a historical archive of just how this country is being wired up, to ultimately be controlled by one World government, and I actually dare to be rather proud of the fact... They show clearly how my notorious thickness had me stumbling and bumbling about, in my attempts to guess at what was taking place...
From the very earliest shots of the Mithiyane (sp) Cowboys 'adjusting' Balliram's control streetlight, to the giant foreign-manufactured machines carving up the Freeway at night...
The pale-skinned techs installing the strange sheet of silver substance on the roof of the toddler's dorms at St. Theresa's orphanage, and yet more pale-skins, shoulder-deep in a trench outside No. 16, as Cornelis Groesbeek's team struggle to fit the cabling through the waterlines...
The odd-looking light fittings installed on so many of the Convent walls both at St. Theresa's across the valley and St. Philomena's over in Rippon Road, that are clearly designed to withstand much more than the standard voltage, and whose business is certainly not simply to illuminate the area... *winks...
The MTB down at Howard College, once home of the biggest wireless base station in the country, and a recurring feature throughout my albums, as Petruccione adjusted and re-adjusted those enormous power-hungry lamps....
Another recurring theme in my prints would be the water... *looks at the shifty Neil MacLeod.. Water everywhere... Spouting unattended out of uncapped hydrants, or simply running in rivers down the neighbourhood streets, as carefully engineered reports of an ageing infrastructure or water theft began appearing in the press, placed by the Project's Damage Control guys.. (Read: Sutcliffe).
LATER at 5.30am
As a pictorial account of how we sat back and watched our freedom being removed, those books can stand on their own, though the tale will have to remain incomplete...
Since I literally stumbled over the very first pale green hologram hanging against THIS pre-cast wall in our garden, I decided to forego my habit of having a dozen or so prints made at Whysall's every few months, for it wasn't worth the risk of having the card and it's contents destroyed remotely.... Once the Panasonic began revealing the swarms of spheres in the area, and the dozens of blindingly-bright laser-attracting applications that have been dotted about our home and garden, the chances of my memory card picking up a second virus, were a given... A virus that wouldn't just enhance Balliram's ability to control that little digital appliance, but one that would finish if off for good... *shrugs..
So here I sit, with three cards and more than enough evidence to show that the Zone Community are surviving under a thick blanket created by a technology that I suspect is very far removed from Stef Roux's 'perfectly safe' assertion....
You want to convince me to take a chance and plug my darling device into our corrupted computer, so that you may share my delight?
That, my friends, would take some doing, especially since google SA have so obviously abandoned me, and have courteously stepped back in deference to our proxy ISP's demands... *studies the ageing Cracker...
My kid tells me that the organised crime team are finally focusing their increased attentions on Nottingham Road and Rosetta... You may recall that their landline cable was stolen back around December, and was never replaced? Always a clear sign of the Project's arrival, as they force the Community over to wireless options... Next comes the horrific increase in crime, in order to persuade home-owners to invest in some serious additional outdoor lighting.. Lighting that will eventually be harnessed and controlled by a laser-trained Area Controller...
The youngsters are coming down this morning for a sleepover, and Balliram is well aware of this...Will he arrange for them to endure more chaos to their lives, than they already have?
A break-in to the empty house in Mooi River last week, and all the kid's clothes and toys carted off in a wheelbarrow? Two men spotted clambering over the barbed-wire fence into one of her elderly widowed landlady's paddocks, who fled when the old retainer put his light on? The inexplicable problem with her bakkie's carburettor, that is forced to park out in the open overnight? Circumstantial? You think? *eyeroll...
Have a lovely day, and
peace...
---oOo---
Saturday 26th May 2012 at 9.04am
Thursday, May 24, 2012
THE MORE THEY STAY THE SAME...
(begun Friday 25th May at 4am..)
*My profile continues to have vanished from my gmail account. Am I really signed into the real blogger.com as I update my blog, or some clever cloned site manufactured by the Creep?*
What I'd give to replace your half-hearted sympathy with just a flicker of admiration. It ain't gonna happen.. Jannie van Zyl and Michael Barnabas had to have given Collin P. Balliram the all-clear to set up this savage Game, using his own Rules, unlimited Players, and the sophisticated arsenal of weaponry designed by Stef Roux and Francesco Petruccione.. It's well out of it's trial period, and has degenerated into a slaughterhouse of countless ways to torture and kill your prey...
To be able to sit back and think it's okay for me to use a bit of the old florid imagination and hyperbole, would be a pleasure. I can't do it..
I'm just the bloody demo model, being made to fall over and stagger back up repeatedly, for your amusement.. Dammit, I'm a distraction, don't you see?
You already got a candidate lined up to replace him on the Hill, Earl? Despite your repeated assurances that he's your man, can he see the writing on the wall? All roads lead to Rome my man, and here in the Zone, that would be you..*curtseys deeply...
We'd been in the area yesterday, so I'd asked the GW if I could pop into Mariannhill Licencing to check whether my licence renewal had already been rejected.. It's nowhere near the 6-8 weeks you're supposed to wait, but since the fiasco with my kid's fingerprints, it wouldn't hurt to enquire?
The room was packed and airless, and yet everyone was patient and pleasant. I've yet to meet a grumpy cashier or irritable official at that establishment, and though it turned out to be a wasted mission, I came out of there smiling... (The lady had even taken it upon herself to call Pretoria and had established that so far, my renewal was looking good..)
I'd made an error in thinking my kid had to come all the way back down here to redo her fingerprinting process, as it turned out she'd only gone as far as the Mooi River Licencing Department to renew hers, so it's not really a trainsmash after all....
Well before that, I'd stopped off at the Station (as I usually do on a Thursday), without knowing what sort of reception to expect, and I'm delighted to say that the guys in the Charge Office were their usual charming selves, and all I got during my brief visit, were smiles...
See Laz - You can bully them and lay down your warped version of the law, but when push comes to shove, many of those Officers can still think for themselves, whether you like it or not...
It's interesting to speculate how many are over the euphoria of Nayager's permanent removal, and have come to realise that nothing's changed for the better, after all....
That the stuff Nayager had on them didn't disappear on his demise, but was transferred to the new Dictator, to be used against them should it become necessary...
Geez, I love those guys... If you think all SA cops are crooked, think again.. More than any other Station in country, Sydenham staff have suffered under the pressures created by the ruddy Project....
I'd have to take a flyer and say that it would have been Nayager's IT Monkey who'd suggested the Station Commissioner transfer all the information held in his metaphorical little black book onto his computer? It would've taken Balliram a serious amount of persuasion to get him to agree to it, but in the long run, he'd trusted the Cracker, and had probably capitulated...
Data that would've been worth it's weight in gold to the Druglord....
Contacts and numbers to call for whatever the situation required, right Balliram? Does the Sham family assassin still make himself available for the odd job here and there, or was he quietly taken out of the picture permanently, once the hue and cry had died down?
The way things stand, contract killers are a dime a dozen, and they inevitably end up dying in a convenient shootout with the cops...*winks...
You've probably forgotten how relieved I'd been to find we weren't the only labrats who were feeling the effects of the wireless technology, and that there were loads more victims out there on the Interwebz, talking openly about their reactions to the hugely increased levels of EMR and wireless frequencies around the world....
My relief has been pretty short-lived since I woke up and was forced to try and fit Stef Roux's contribution into this killing machine....
Are they out there, and I'm simply too stupid to find them? There have to be others who've stumbled across either the laser beams or the holograms they produce? And the blue fiery rain falling vertically down the overhead outside our Meeting Room? Are there pictures of this phenomenon out there on the web?
Is there a whole sub-forum hidden away on mybroadband, that's devoted to just the laser/wireless project, and would I be awed by the photographic contributions?
Man, if you're a recruit, and fully invested in the technology, I seriously hope you're building your own collection of fantastic images.. Try the nearest overheads and see what you come up with, or hunt down your Community Hall that hosts regular public Meetings, and then wander around in the dark outside, shooting the nearest overheads or streetlight.. You could just strike it lucky...
Your DSTV dish on the roof, taken at dusk, should surely net you a few of the spheres, depending on your area, and I guess if you live in Fourways or Lenasia, you could get luckier than most...
Ronald? Are those babies gathered in hordes above your home? If you've not done so already, find the time to snap off a few shots in the dark, and see if they've arrived up your way or not.. *waves...
I've lost touch with the Mast Fighter, but if Roux's system is up there, it's a sure thing her home is surrounded by those ghostly orbs, and if not, why not? I've got to factor in the possibility that Roux and Groesbeek are still working their way down the coast, before they head inland with the laser technology... Am I jumping the gun here? Sending the Binnelanders off on a wild-goose chase, when so far it's just the wireless-over-the-powerlines that's being used to such devastating effect? If that's the case, sit tight julle, for you ain't seen nothin yet....
I'd harped on endlessly of the sudden increase in the precision of the physical assaults taking place towards the end of 2012, when the ex-Sentech RF Specialist hit town with what I'd guessed to be his Pandora's box of tried and tested wireless frequencies... As it turns out, it now appears that his expertise was then combined with Stef Roux's quantum laser comms. system to create an almost clinically-precise killing machine...
You want labrats? Guinea-pigs? Test subjects? Michael Barnabas had already sold his own community down-river long before 2004, and wouldn't have blinked an eye at this new development.. Will you ever get to hear just how many here in the Zone have already succumbed directly to the introduction of this advanced weapon of war? You won't, and anyways, you'd rather not know... *shrugs...
My experience over the past weekend should be a warning to you all.. It was a close call, and if it weren't for the blank text I'd managed to send his Missus, I might not be bending your ear right now... There won't be a next time, and that unforseen gap will have been closed by now...
The Crumb and the Creep will have been in several huddles since then, as they try to create some sort of Damage Control to a situation they themselves engineered... *eyeroll..
Am I aware of quite how precarious my situation is, right now?
Two equally unstable goondas, trying to figure out how to shut my fat mouth for good, without getting caught?
Boys, boys, boys... Bedaar julle... No-one's going to give a flying f**ck at the loss of a toad of so little brain...
Well, except maybe your Boss? The ruthless Overseer of the Zone, who himself has no idea of how swiftly his Mentors can turn the tables on him, once he's outgrown his usefulness? One who considers that he has every corner covered, and is therefore safe to continue manipulating the Community to suit his Superiors and himself...
You been studying up on the technology, Earl? Got yourself an Internet degree in quantum laser systems yet? Know enough about how it works, to avoid being nailed by it yourself? I'd lay odds that's a no... You gonna rein your two crazies in, or are you enjoying this little distraction too much to put the brakes on? *curious...
It's light out, and I must go....
Peace...
---oOo---
Friday 25th May 2012 at 8.47am.
(begun Friday 25th May at 4am..)
*My profile continues to have vanished from my gmail account. Am I really signed into the real blogger.com as I update my blog, or some clever cloned site manufactured by the Creep?*
What I'd give to replace your half-hearted sympathy with just a flicker of admiration. It ain't gonna happen.. Jannie van Zyl and Michael Barnabas had to have given Collin P. Balliram the all-clear to set up this savage Game, using his own Rules, unlimited Players, and the sophisticated arsenal of weaponry designed by Stef Roux and Francesco Petruccione.. It's well out of it's trial period, and has degenerated into a slaughterhouse of countless ways to torture and kill your prey...
To be able to sit back and think it's okay for me to use a bit of the old florid imagination and hyperbole, would be a pleasure. I can't do it..
I'm just the bloody demo model, being made to fall over and stagger back up repeatedly, for your amusement.. Dammit, I'm a distraction, don't you see?
You already got a candidate lined up to replace him on the Hill, Earl? Despite your repeated assurances that he's your man, can he see the writing on the wall? All roads lead to Rome my man, and here in the Zone, that would be you..*curtseys deeply...
We'd been in the area yesterday, so I'd asked the GW if I could pop into Mariannhill Licencing to check whether my licence renewal had already been rejected.. It's nowhere near the 6-8 weeks you're supposed to wait, but since the fiasco with my kid's fingerprints, it wouldn't hurt to enquire?
The room was packed and airless, and yet everyone was patient and pleasant. I've yet to meet a grumpy cashier or irritable official at that establishment, and though it turned out to be a wasted mission, I came out of there smiling... (The lady had even taken it upon herself to call Pretoria and had established that so far, my renewal was looking good..)
I'd made an error in thinking my kid had to come all the way back down here to redo her fingerprinting process, as it turned out she'd only gone as far as the Mooi River Licencing Department to renew hers, so it's not really a trainsmash after all....
Well before that, I'd stopped off at the Station (as I usually do on a Thursday), without knowing what sort of reception to expect, and I'm delighted to say that the guys in the Charge Office were their usual charming selves, and all I got during my brief visit, were smiles...
See Laz - You can bully them and lay down your warped version of the law, but when push comes to shove, many of those Officers can still think for themselves, whether you like it or not...
It's interesting to speculate how many are over the euphoria of Nayager's permanent removal, and have come to realise that nothing's changed for the better, after all....
That the stuff Nayager had on them didn't disappear on his demise, but was transferred to the new Dictator, to be used against them should it become necessary...
Geez, I love those guys... If you think all SA cops are crooked, think again.. More than any other Station in country, Sydenham staff have suffered under the pressures created by the ruddy Project....
I'd have to take a flyer and say that it would have been Nayager's IT Monkey who'd suggested the Station Commissioner transfer all the information held in his metaphorical little black book onto his computer? It would've taken Balliram a serious amount of persuasion to get him to agree to it, but in the long run, he'd trusted the Cracker, and had probably capitulated...
Data that would've been worth it's weight in gold to the Druglord....
Contacts and numbers to call for whatever the situation required, right Balliram? Does the Sham family assassin still make himself available for the odd job here and there, or was he quietly taken out of the picture permanently, once the hue and cry had died down?
The way things stand, contract killers are a dime a dozen, and they inevitably end up dying in a convenient shootout with the cops...*winks...
You've probably forgotten how relieved I'd been to find we weren't the only labrats who were feeling the effects of the wireless technology, and that there were loads more victims out there on the Interwebz, talking openly about their reactions to the hugely increased levels of EMR and wireless frequencies around the world....
My relief has been pretty short-lived since I woke up and was forced to try and fit Stef Roux's contribution into this killing machine....
Are they out there, and I'm simply too stupid to find them? There have to be others who've stumbled across either the laser beams or the holograms they produce? And the blue fiery rain falling vertically down the overhead outside our Meeting Room? Are there pictures of this phenomenon out there on the web?
Is there a whole sub-forum hidden away on mybroadband, that's devoted to just the laser/wireless project, and would I be awed by the photographic contributions?
Man, if you're a recruit, and fully invested in the technology, I seriously hope you're building your own collection of fantastic images.. Try the nearest overheads and see what you come up with, or hunt down your Community Hall that hosts regular public Meetings, and then wander around in the dark outside, shooting the nearest overheads or streetlight.. You could just strike it lucky...
Your DSTV dish on the roof, taken at dusk, should surely net you a few of the spheres, depending on your area, and I guess if you live in Fourways or Lenasia, you could get luckier than most...
Ronald? Are those babies gathered in hordes above your home? If you've not done so already, find the time to snap off a few shots in the dark, and see if they've arrived up your way or not.. *waves...
I've lost touch with the Mast Fighter, but if Roux's system is up there, it's a sure thing her home is surrounded by those ghostly orbs, and if not, why not? I've got to factor in the possibility that Roux and Groesbeek are still working their way down the coast, before they head inland with the laser technology... Am I jumping the gun here? Sending the Binnelanders off on a wild-goose chase, when so far it's just the wireless-over-the-powerlines that's being used to such devastating effect? If that's the case, sit tight julle, for you ain't seen nothin yet....
I'd harped on endlessly of the sudden increase in the precision of the physical assaults taking place towards the end of 2012, when the ex-Sentech RF Specialist hit town with what I'd guessed to be his Pandora's box of tried and tested wireless frequencies... As it turns out, it now appears that his expertise was then combined with Stef Roux's quantum laser comms. system to create an almost clinically-precise killing machine...
You want labrats? Guinea-pigs? Test subjects? Michael Barnabas had already sold his own community down-river long before 2004, and wouldn't have blinked an eye at this new development.. Will you ever get to hear just how many here in the Zone have already succumbed directly to the introduction of this advanced weapon of war? You won't, and anyways, you'd rather not know... *shrugs...
My experience over the past weekend should be a warning to you all.. It was a close call, and if it weren't for the blank text I'd managed to send his Missus, I might not be bending your ear right now... There won't be a next time, and that unforseen gap will have been closed by now...
The Crumb and the Creep will have been in several huddles since then, as they try to create some sort of Damage Control to a situation they themselves engineered... *eyeroll..
Am I aware of quite how precarious my situation is, right now?
Two equally unstable goondas, trying to figure out how to shut my fat mouth for good, without getting caught?
Boys, boys, boys... Bedaar julle... No-one's going to give a flying f**ck at the loss of a toad of so little brain...
Well, except maybe your Boss? The ruthless Overseer of the Zone, who himself has no idea of how swiftly his Mentors can turn the tables on him, once he's outgrown his usefulness? One who considers that he has every corner covered, and is therefore safe to continue manipulating the Community to suit his Superiors and himself...
You been studying up on the technology, Earl? Got yourself an Internet degree in quantum laser systems yet? Know enough about how it works, to avoid being nailed by it yourself? I'd lay odds that's a no... You gonna rein your two crazies in, or are you enjoying this little distraction too much to put the brakes on? *curious...
It's light out, and I must go....
Peace...
---oOo---
Friday 25th May 2012 at 8.47am.
THE FUNNY FARM..?
(begun Thursday 24th May at 3.15am..)
I must have dreamt it. I thought I heard something fall over, like a spade or something heavier, and woke up to find the mattress beneath me was hot enough to fry an egg.. That heat from natural, or unnatural sources, Mistuh SeriousIntent? Ag, forget I asked, we already know the answer...
Sitting here now at the desk, I find I'm an inch off wearing that tight, crushing cap that he's pulled down to the tops of my ears, several times in the past..
I'd plonked myself down on the top step of the verandah at twilight to watch the first stars come out, and without any preamble at all, he'd smacked me with a swift Knife to the Head, FFS.. *injured... Just the one mind you, and that was that... He'd also run the foul Nausea Frequency yesterday, up until about 8am, when I'd noticed it had finally cleared.. Confusing? Chill dudes... I'm just trying to make a point here...
This Creature is one that many of you seem to regard with awe, simply because he knows his way around a computer, and can unerringly hit a 67-year old in the kidneys with a laser beam, day or night....
Man, if that's all it takes to impress you, may I say your 'standards' are pretty darned low..*eyeroll...
a) He lives scant yards away from his helpless targets. b) He's had at least 7 years to hone his craft. c) Prior to that, he'd had no visible employment whatsoever, but to lay about and trawl the Internet, and make his presence felt on local IRC...
Given that amount of time to indulge itself, I'd bet your average vervet Monkey would be equally as qualified by now... *yawns...
Anyways, as a means to an end it's worked admirably, and by the time the local recruiting began, the Druglord had set up his Protege as a Tutor, in the Project-required art of hacking.. Spread the word about the local Networks, get the neighbourhood guys on board, and then only explain to them that the idea was to link up as many homes as possible to improve the strength of the signal, even without many home-owner's knowledge or agreement...
All his pupils had to do was hack into their neighbour's PC and voila, they'd done their bit for the Cause... Mugs..*shrugs...
Like I've said so often before, once the Suckers had achieved this, he/she was OWNED, for AFAIK, in the early days hacking was still regarded as a crime.. I guess it was the sheer number of recruits that began voicing their doubts about this blatant illegality, that led to the Strategist's Superiors cutting a deal with the ShaikBoys, and being given carte blanche to hand out the laughable NIA-clearance coverage to every tom, dick and harry that had raised concerns over the hacking requirements...
Since our Mo swanned off to Harvard to collect his reward, his tweed jacket draped about his shoulders, briar clamped firmly between his pearly-whites, you have to ask yourselves who he left behind that has the authority to continue handing out these spurious clearances, and whether they'd hold up in a proper Court of Law... As there are very few of those left, and they're backed up to the hilt on overload, there's little chance this would ever get to be tested, right Janneman?... *belches...
I'd deleted Ahmet's latest Auto Response that had been waiting in my gmail yesterday morning, but later on I'd gone back over to www.holoforum.org and tried to sign in.. Not a chance..*grins.. I'd clicked on Ahmet's email icon, only to be told 'You are not permitted to send email to this User', so I'd left and gone to read up on the creator of the original holographyforum site instead....
It was interesting to find that it's not just technophobic Eejits that fall prey to Internet bullies after all, and that that apparently pleasant young fellow was subjected to some serious shit, before he gave up and passed the forum in it's new form over to Ahmet...
Is a similar laser comms. technology already operating in Canada, the US, and the UK, or as yet are they restricting themselves to the wireless over the powerlines? The CIA's statement that they are to control the population via their appliances, pretty much answers that one, but I can't figure out why there's absolutely no mention of either lasers, or the holograms they create, on the emrrefugee group at Yahoo.. There are, but I missed them?
LATER at 4.15am
The foul Nausea frequency is flooding the room as I scribble here, and it goes to show that in these dark days, a criminal can easily outrank a fancily titled City Official..*shrugs... Chances are that Allen Spence has me on permanent Ignore by now, and I can't say I blame him....
Wassup Laz? Man, you're fidgeting about over in your corner like a rat on an antheap... *studies the unfortunate Crumb...
I was thinking of taking up a collection to send you to a decent spa for a couple of weeks.. One with a resident shrink and all... ? You're back like five minutes from your vacs, and shooting yourself in the foot already? Ouch!
Did Barnabas Pet IT Monkey fill you in on my immediate reaction to your Drama Queen histrionics, or did he patch you through so you could hear for yourself? Either way, it's hoped that you were aware that once I'd vented my initial irritation, the delicious humour of your not-so-carefully engineered mischief struck me, and kept me snorting until bedtime at least... *beams...
Not quite how it was supposed to go? Tough - But it looks to me like the double-game you're playing is finally getting to you, and the cracks are starting to widen...
Barnabas has just the panacea to cure what ails you, as your previous Boss found out too late...
It would be a damned shame to have to lose the Head of Theatrics up at Dodge, simply because you fluffed your lines so badly?
It went like this folks - My Chairman had rung mid-afternoon to say he needed to speak to me, but he would prefer not to talk on the telephone... (I'm guessing that M had finally told him that our line IS monitored 24/7, but she would of course, have carefully omitted to tell him that he too, is watched like a hawk...)
I insisted there was nothing he could say that I wasn't happy to share with my Eavesdroppers, and he finally came out with it.. Turns out there'd been a 'meeting' up at Sydenham Station a few days back, and he'd subsequently been tasked to inform me that my presence was no longer welcome at the so-called Motherbody Meetings that are held there once a month..*blinks...
That was it.. He declined to go into detail, and said he'd rather take me out for a coffee and fill me in...
He HAD said however, that my Vice Chair had been present at the time, so natch, that was the first number I'd dialled, only to find the line was busy, and it had stayed busy for over 10+ minutes.. Oddness in the extreme... I'd gone back a bit later and tried again, and this time he'd picked up and said his phone hadn't so much as registered my attempts to call, though it had been on all the time... Nothing like the old NIA clearance to achieve a bit of deliberate blocking Master? *chokes...
Anyways, long story short... My VC had kindly filled in most of the missing bits, and the more he spoke the funnier it became...
Apparently he and my Chair had been informed that I'd been seen dancing about in front of Captain vdW's computer and actually talking to it, like a crazy woman, and that on the occasions I attend the Motherbody Meetings I don't pay attention, and thirdly, that there was highly sensitive material discussed at these Meetings... *looks pityingly at the Crumb....Pretty serious transgressions for a civilian, right?
Make your mind up dewd...If I'm not paying any attention, how could I possibly present any sort of risk to your ahem, 'highly sensitive' discussions? Oops? A further accusation had been that me and Dennis P. were punting for the return of Des Marillier to Dodge City... *startled...
At this point you may recall that several years ago, when that Straight-as-a-die Officer fell foul of Nayager and his Boss, the Druglord Barnabas, he'd ended up being relocated all the way out to the Mariannhill Station.. A great loss to the Zone community, but despite all our petitions, he was pretty much gone forever...
I subsequently heard he'd been bumped up to what I'd thought was Head of the Cato Manor Cluster, but was told yesterday that's not the case, and I can only hope he's managed to maintain his integrity against the forces of darkness...
But anyway, back to yesterday's phone conversation, and my total surprise at hearing the startling news that I've been pushing for the Good Officers return to Sydenham... *falls over snorting...
In your dreams, Crumb! I'd gone up to Dodge last Thursday, same as I nearly always do... I went into N's office only to be told she was in Captain vdW's office, so I trundled off and found N sitting in front of the PC.. I'd chatted quietly for a minute (there was the usual Exec Meeting going on in the Colonel's room adjoining, and the door was open).. The charming W/O had come in, and I'd said to him that it was high time they arrested Balliram, and still chuckling, I turned and left...
This brief encounter could NOT have been personally witnessed by the Head of Station, though I've no doubt at all that the unstable Comms. Officer witnessed my arrival in the little room next door, and freaked out completely...*pats the crumbling one....
It was downhill all the way from there, as your script flew out of the window, and your ad-libbing had you gibbering with rage? It's like this Crumb - I'm not going to make the Station Commander's life any more awkward than it already is, and if my non-attendance at the Motherbody Meetings keeps certain flaky Officers from blowing a gasket, then so be it... Incidentally, the entire fiasco shrieks to be milked further does it not? *winks.. May I suggest that if after reading this, you feel yet more revenge is required, other than that which was brutally exacted over Saturday and Sunday by the Druglord's favourite, grow a pair, and do it yourself this time? *spits...
*It's now 5.30am, and the tyres squeal on Balliram's driveway as someone tries to reverse up that steep incline and head off into the still dark morning.. The Gauteng Registered driver? My Controller? If it's Balliram that's trying to sneak out, Millie will begin to protest as he predictably over-compensates with his monitoring options the minute he leaves home.. *waits...
LATER at 6.10am
Nope. Must have been the Joburg dude heading off so noisily, as Millie sleeps on...
Peace julle..
---oOo---
Thursday 24th May 2012 at 5.59pm.
(begun Thursday 24th May at 3.15am..)
I must have dreamt it. I thought I heard something fall over, like a spade or something heavier, and woke up to find the mattress beneath me was hot enough to fry an egg.. That heat from natural, or unnatural sources, Mistuh SeriousIntent? Ag, forget I asked, we already know the answer...
Sitting here now at the desk, I find I'm an inch off wearing that tight, crushing cap that he's pulled down to the tops of my ears, several times in the past..
I'd plonked myself down on the top step of the verandah at twilight to watch the first stars come out, and without any preamble at all, he'd smacked me with a swift Knife to the Head, FFS.. *injured... Just the one mind you, and that was that... He'd also run the foul Nausea Frequency yesterday, up until about 8am, when I'd noticed it had finally cleared.. Confusing? Chill dudes... I'm just trying to make a point here...
This Creature is one that many of you seem to regard with awe, simply because he knows his way around a computer, and can unerringly hit a 67-year old in the kidneys with a laser beam, day or night....
Man, if that's all it takes to impress you, may I say your 'standards' are pretty darned low..*eyeroll...
a) He lives scant yards away from his helpless targets. b) He's had at least 7 years to hone his craft. c) Prior to that, he'd had no visible employment whatsoever, but to lay about and trawl the Internet, and make his presence felt on local IRC...
Given that amount of time to indulge itself, I'd bet your average vervet Monkey would be equally as qualified by now... *yawns...
Anyways, as a means to an end it's worked admirably, and by the time the local recruiting began, the Druglord had set up his Protege as a Tutor, in the Project-required art of hacking.. Spread the word about the local Networks, get the neighbourhood guys on board, and then only explain to them that the idea was to link up as many homes as possible to improve the strength of the signal, even without many home-owner's knowledge or agreement...
All his pupils had to do was hack into their neighbour's PC and voila, they'd done their bit for the Cause... Mugs..*shrugs...
Like I've said so often before, once the Suckers had achieved this, he/she was OWNED, for AFAIK, in the early days hacking was still regarded as a crime.. I guess it was the sheer number of recruits that began voicing their doubts about this blatant illegality, that led to the Strategist's Superiors cutting a deal with the ShaikBoys, and being given carte blanche to hand out the laughable NIA-clearance coverage to every tom, dick and harry that had raised concerns over the hacking requirements...
Since our Mo swanned off to Harvard to collect his reward, his tweed jacket draped about his shoulders, briar clamped firmly between his pearly-whites, you have to ask yourselves who he left behind that has the authority to continue handing out these spurious clearances, and whether they'd hold up in a proper Court of Law... As there are very few of those left, and they're backed up to the hilt on overload, there's little chance this would ever get to be tested, right Janneman?... *belches...
I'd deleted Ahmet's latest Auto Response that had been waiting in my gmail yesterday morning, but later on I'd gone back over to www.holoforum.org and tried to sign in.. Not a chance..*grins.. I'd clicked on Ahmet's email icon, only to be told 'You are not permitted to send email to this User', so I'd left and gone to read up on the creator of the original holographyforum site instead....
It was interesting to find that it's not just technophobic Eejits that fall prey to Internet bullies after all, and that that apparently pleasant young fellow was subjected to some serious shit, before he gave up and passed the forum in it's new form over to Ahmet...
Is a similar laser comms. technology already operating in Canada, the US, and the UK, or as yet are they restricting themselves to the wireless over the powerlines? The CIA's statement that they are to control the population via their appliances, pretty much answers that one, but I can't figure out why there's absolutely no mention of either lasers, or the holograms they create, on the emrrefugee group at Yahoo.. There are, but I missed them?
LATER at 4.15am
The foul Nausea frequency is flooding the room as I scribble here, and it goes to show that in these dark days, a criminal can easily outrank a fancily titled City Official..*shrugs... Chances are that Allen Spence has me on permanent Ignore by now, and I can't say I blame him....
Wassup Laz? Man, you're fidgeting about over in your corner like a rat on an antheap... *studies the unfortunate Crumb...
I was thinking of taking up a collection to send you to a decent spa for a couple of weeks.. One with a resident shrink and all... ? You're back like five minutes from your vacs, and shooting yourself in the foot already? Ouch!
Did Barnabas Pet IT Monkey fill you in on my immediate reaction to your Drama Queen histrionics, or did he patch you through so you could hear for yourself? Either way, it's hoped that you were aware that once I'd vented my initial irritation, the delicious humour of your not-so-carefully engineered mischief struck me, and kept me snorting until bedtime at least... *beams...
Not quite how it was supposed to go? Tough - But it looks to me like the double-game you're playing is finally getting to you, and the cracks are starting to widen...
Barnabas has just the panacea to cure what ails you, as your previous Boss found out too late...
It would be a damned shame to have to lose the Head of Theatrics up at Dodge, simply because you fluffed your lines so badly?
It went like this folks - My Chairman had rung mid-afternoon to say he needed to speak to me, but he would prefer not to talk on the telephone... (I'm guessing that M had finally told him that our line IS monitored 24/7, but she would of course, have carefully omitted to tell him that he too, is watched like a hawk...)
I insisted there was nothing he could say that I wasn't happy to share with my Eavesdroppers, and he finally came out with it.. Turns out there'd been a 'meeting' up at Sydenham Station a few days back, and he'd subsequently been tasked to inform me that my presence was no longer welcome at the so-called Motherbody Meetings that are held there once a month..*blinks...
That was it.. He declined to go into detail, and said he'd rather take me out for a coffee and fill me in...
He HAD said however, that my Vice Chair had been present at the time, so natch, that was the first number I'd dialled, only to find the line was busy, and it had stayed busy for over 10+ minutes.. Oddness in the extreme... I'd gone back a bit later and tried again, and this time he'd picked up and said his phone hadn't so much as registered my attempts to call, though it had been on all the time... Nothing like the old NIA clearance to achieve a bit of deliberate blocking Master? *chokes...
Anyways, long story short... My VC had kindly filled in most of the missing bits, and the more he spoke the funnier it became...
Apparently he and my Chair had been informed that I'd been seen dancing about in front of Captain vdW's computer and actually talking to it, like a crazy woman, and that on the occasions I attend the Motherbody Meetings I don't pay attention, and thirdly, that there was highly sensitive material discussed at these Meetings... *looks pityingly at the Crumb....Pretty serious transgressions for a civilian, right?
Make your mind up dewd...If I'm not paying any attention, how could I possibly present any sort of risk to your ahem, 'highly sensitive' discussions? Oops? A further accusation had been that me and Dennis P. were punting for the return of Des Marillier to Dodge City... *startled...
At this point you may recall that several years ago, when that Straight-as-a-die Officer fell foul of Nayager and his Boss, the Druglord Barnabas, he'd ended up being relocated all the way out to the Mariannhill Station.. A great loss to the Zone community, but despite all our petitions, he was pretty much gone forever...
I subsequently heard he'd been bumped up to what I'd thought was Head of the Cato Manor Cluster, but was told yesterday that's not the case, and I can only hope he's managed to maintain his integrity against the forces of darkness...
But anyway, back to yesterday's phone conversation, and my total surprise at hearing the startling news that I've been pushing for the Good Officers return to Sydenham... *falls over snorting...
In your dreams, Crumb! I'd gone up to Dodge last Thursday, same as I nearly always do... I went into N's office only to be told she was in Captain vdW's office, so I trundled off and found N sitting in front of the PC.. I'd chatted quietly for a minute (there was the usual Exec Meeting going on in the Colonel's room adjoining, and the door was open).. The charming W/O had come in, and I'd said to him that it was high time they arrested Balliram, and still chuckling, I turned and left...
This brief encounter could NOT have been personally witnessed by the Head of Station, though I've no doubt at all that the unstable Comms. Officer witnessed my arrival in the little room next door, and freaked out completely...*pats the crumbling one....
It was downhill all the way from there, as your script flew out of the window, and your ad-libbing had you gibbering with rage? It's like this Crumb - I'm not going to make the Station Commander's life any more awkward than it already is, and if my non-attendance at the Motherbody Meetings keeps certain flaky Officers from blowing a gasket, then so be it... Incidentally, the entire fiasco shrieks to be milked further does it not? *winks.. May I suggest that if after reading this, you feel yet more revenge is required, other than that which was brutally exacted over Saturday and Sunday by the Druglord's favourite, grow a pair, and do it yourself this time? *spits...
*It's now 5.30am, and the tyres squeal on Balliram's driveway as someone tries to reverse up that steep incline and head off into the still dark morning.. The Gauteng Registered driver? My Controller? If it's Balliram that's trying to sneak out, Millie will begin to protest as he predictably over-compensates with his monitoring options the minute he leaves home.. *waits...
LATER at 6.10am
Nope. Must have been the Joburg dude heading off so noisily, as Millie sleeps on...
Peace julle..
---oOo---
Thursday 24th May 2012 at 5.59pm.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
ACCESSORY TO THE FACT...
(begun Tuesday 22nd May at 6.55am..)
*Looks like he couldn't wait... The evening of the day our Kaspersky officially expired, I found my gmail has been compromised, and I have no Profile...A responsible Area Controller, or a hinnying clown ? Your call.. *
I've fed the birds, said good morning to Nobby, and fetched the Times down off the drive.. Clearly I've recovered from the two-day attack at the weekend, so what's my beef?
You'd have to be a bit dim to need further proof than the scan done of my hand last March, before you'll believe the irreversible physical damage being achieved by this travesty of a human being next door...
Is the zombied Superintendent of Electricity for Durban around? Care to check with him whether the introduction of the Nausea frequency can be considered an upgraded assault, or not? That my good old animal instinct tells me the use of this particular delight is a clear indication that our Controller wasn't simply mucking about on the weekend, but that he'd intended to achieve some serious grievous bodily harm, and that the only thing that had stopped him, had been my panicked and pointless blank text to his Missus...
Undeterred, Monkeyman has now reactivated the Nausea frequency, which I suspect does a whole lot more damage to one's system than say, the frequency I refer to as BackFire?
Al? Straighten up there laddie... You've arse-kissed for long enough, and I swear your spine has all but gone... Do you even remember which Team you're supposed to be batting for, or is it down to whoever hands out the biggest rewards? Tetchy? Moi? Never! *snorts....
You want to kid us that you've a modicum of integrity left, and suggest to Barnabas (or whoever it is you answer to, in these strange times), that his IT Monkey cut out the use of this retch-inducing frequency?
Seriously, do you have any say in the matter at all, or has your flamboyant title become simply decorative and worthless?
I'd gone outside on the front lawn to refill the birdfeeder yesterday afternoon, and I was literally hit by a wall of heave-inducing nausea.. You'd be more of a twit than you already are, were you to shrug off the veracity of my experience...
I guess if you've had the guts to have been paying attention, you'll know that the 'gift' you bestowed on me and the other Labrats in 2005 is pretty darned awesome, and that when I say the Criminal next door is flooding the valley and surrounds with the Nausea frequency, it's the truth...
Were Balliram's own family safely out of the area at the time? What of all the other suckers, kids included, that were caught in that blanket of shit, however briefly?
You gonna do something about it, Mistuh Spence, or go down in History as an accessory to the fact?
Simply because I've been able to recover and stagger back onto my feet after each unspeakable attack, it doesn't in anyway lessen the severity of these assaults, though I suspect my stubborn duracell-bunny attempts at recovery, merely to face a fresh onslaught, amuse more than a few of you? *spews and waves to hal....
How far can he push the envelope before the bitch finally gives up, and shuts it forever? *nods..
I read yesterday on mybroadband that Samsung SA have extended their warranty by a whopping 24 months on certain products.... Whoohooo! *looks at the GW's larnie digital washing machine and it's already corroding galvanised-steel backplate... Too late for us then, though I've no doubt that your average customer is unlikely to be subjected to the appalling levels of EMR that flood our home?
Does this previously unheard of offer have anything at all to do with the CIA's announcement that they will control the population via their appliances?
No? Why, I swear and declare, I see more than a few Samsung Executive noses lengthening as I watch! *chokes..
In our case, the washing machine's delivery had to be waylaid by Spooks for it's hidden extras to be added. An exercise that proved to be a tad more obvious than hoped for? Since then I'm betting that Samsung have agreed with the Project Authors to set up a central point where they can add the necessary enhancers prior to delivery on purchase.. As I've already pointed out, aircons are a favourite, already widely employed by the Eavesdroppers, ne Gineraal Groenewald? *fat wink....
My own Master really went to town on that one, as you can see HERE by the three fancy units on his walls, mere yards from ours, and it's a given there are more units on B.Snr's side... Nothing like a touch of over-kill, hey Balliram? *waves... Course, his aircons are set up to facilitate control, rather than BE controlled, but a most useful appliance all round, one way or the other...
With the helpful assistance of those converted-to-the-Cause weathermen, HAARP, temperatures can be rendered sufficiently unpleasant to ensure that even the most ordinary of citizens will find themselves going the aircon route.. *collapses laughing...
Damned if I don't see the irony of my situation... That I trot out all this stuff that Jannie van Zyl at least, knows to be the truth, and yet I've more than earned my place as an Idiot, and am doomed to be regarded as such forever... You've gotta love it!
It irks el Monstro mightily that on odd occasions I can come across as saner than the most stable of citizens, but he need have no fear, for inevitably I'll regress to the simpleton I am....
It's a shame that google SA have (you keeping up halicon?) allowed themselves to overlook my years of loyalty to blogger, and to be dictated to, on the matter of enabling Adsense on my blog, but then I'm small fry when it comes to arse-kissing the telecoms giants, and mine would be a seriously tiny niche market anyways...*eyeroll...
Activating Adsense isn't rocket science, and it must be dead easy to achieve, as it's to google's advantage to keep it simple... It goes without saying that the mere idea of me earning anything (other than ridicule) from my blog, would infuriate the Cracker, and he's seen to it that the option has been technically removed from my dumb reach.. Boo hoo! *snorts... You've seen the mean-spiritedness of his actions, but dare not raise your voice? Wise move... *shrugs..
Wednesday 23rd may at 4.30am..
All it took was one day without our regular Kaspersky update, for our Area Controller to increase his mischief, and I recall the Assistant Secretary saying how a bad Controller could bring the entire Project into disrepute (or words to that effect)..*blinks.. That of course, would've been before she was told of the close relationship between Balliram and Barnabas, and how so much rested on the Lab rats over this side continuing to be tortured, and used as demo models... *gags...
I'd signed into my gmail last night and noticed my Profile picture was missing, so I went over to my Account only to find that I now have no Profile .. Neato... That's a first, and I guess if the problem hasn't rectified itself on bootup this morning, chances are that I no longer exist? (Edit: and it hasn't) Hell, you're all well aware that neither of us have the ability to fix what you'd probably consider the lamest of tweaks, as with my Java program...
We've staggered along all these years with the old man going by the book, but it looks right now as if the proverbial gloves are off, and no amount of dithering about is going to save me... *grimace...
Good luck with having to rely on the Liar's account of future events here in the Zone, though I guess in a way it'll be a relief to have my endless carping silenced for a change... *grins...
Short-sighted opportunist that he is, Balliram is going to have to find himself another Praise-Singer quite smartly, or settle for the braying asses he keeps close at hand for those rare moments of insecurity...
Ever dream of the little dog, Creep? You don't have time to dream? I confess I've wondered whether she ever bothered to visit Nayager just prior to his termination, though I imagine there would've been a jostling queue of victims stretching to the horizon, who wished to greet him... Such a good-natured and loyal animal as she was, she more likely shrugged and went on her way....
It's a bonus that you don't buy into all that sort of mumbo-jumbo crap, and as such you don't have anything to fear, either here, or in a possible after-life...
I'd suggest that in your case the Nayager queue would resemble a horde.. A veritable army of souls, all asking you the same question.. WHY? *yawns...
Wishful thinking? While the idea that you should ever suffer as so many of your innocent victims have done, and are doing, is a delicious one, there's little point in wasting energy on a scenario that will never come to pass... *shrugs...
Who was it that decided e-TV should be on hand at the precise moment Murray's painting was defaced? Had their viewership taken a knock recently? The entire fiasco came across as contrived, though in the long run it may just have diffused a much nastier situation, so all's well that ends well...
The artist's fame is assured, and the Smug Prude's false sense of decency is restored, until the next carefully generated mischief, at least...
Peace julle..
---oOo---
Wednesday 23rd May 2012 at 10.10am.
(begun Tuesday 22nd May at 6.55am..)
*Looks like he couldn't wait... The evening of the day our Kaspersky officially expired, I found my gmail has been compromised, and I have no Profile...A responsible Area Controller, or a hinnying clown ? Your call.. *
I've fed the birds, said good morning to Nobby, and fetched the Times down off the drive.. Clearly I've recovered from the two-day attack at the weekend, so what's my beef?
You'd have to be a bit dim to need further proof than the scan done of my hand last March, before you'll believe the irreversible physical damage being achieved by this travesty of a human being next door...
Is the zombied Superintendent of Electricity for Durban around? Care to check with him whether the introduction of the Nausea frequency can be considered an upgraded assault, or not? That my good old animal instinct tells me the use of this particular delight is a clear indication that our Controller wasn't simply mucking about on the weekend, but that he'd intended to achieve some serious grievous bodily harm, and that the only thing that had stopped him, had been my panicked and pointless blank text to his Missus...
Undeterred, Monkeyman has now reactivated the Nausea frequency, which I suspect does a whole lot more damage to one's system than say, the frequency I refer to as BackFire?
Al? Straighten up there laddie... You've arse-kissed for long enough, and I swear your spine has all but gone... Do you even remember which Team you're supposed to be batting for, or is it down to whoever hands out the biggest rewards? Tetchy? Moi? Never! *snorts....
You want to kid us that you've a modicum of integrity left, and suggest to Barnabas (or whoever it is you answer to, in these strange times), that his IT Monkey cut out the use of this retch-inducing frequency?
Seriously, do you have any say in the matter at all, or has your flamboyant title become simply decorative and worthless?
I'd gone outside on the front lawn to refill the birdfeeder yesterday afternoon, and I was literally hit by a wall of heave-inducing nausea.. You'd be more of a twit than you already are, were you to shrug off the veracity of my experience...
I guess if you've had the guts to have been paying attention, you'll know that the 'gift' you bestowed on me and the other Labrats in 2005 is pretty darned awesome, and that when I say the Criminal next door is flooding the valley and surrounds with the Nausea frequency, it's the truth...
Were Balliram's own family safely out of the area at the time? What of all the other suckers, kids included, that were caught in that blanket of shit, however briefly?
You gonna do something about it, Mistuh Spence, or go down in History as an accessory to the fact?
Simply because I've been able to recover and stagger back onto my feet after each unspeakable attack, it doesn't in anyway lessen the severity of these assaults, though I suspect my stubborn duracell-bunny attempts at recovery, merely to face a fresh onslaught, amuse more than a few of you? *spews and waves to hal....
How far can he push the envelope before the bitch finally gives up, and shuts it forever? *nods..
I read yesterday on mybroadband that Samsung SA have extended their warranty by a whopping 24 months on certain products.... Whoohooo! *looks at the GW's larnie digital washing machine and it's already corroding galvanised-steel backplate... Too late for us then, though I've no doubt that your average customer is unlikely to be subjected to the appalling levels of EMR that flood our home?
Does this previously unheard of offer have anything at all to do with the CIA's announcement that they will control the population via their appliances?
No? Why, I swear and declare, I see more than a few Samsung Executive noses lengthening as I watch! *chokes..
In our case, the washing machine's delivery had to be waylaid by Spooks for it's hidden extras to be added. An exercise that proved to be a tad more obvious than hoped for? Since then I'm betting that Samsung have agreed with the Project Authors to set up a central point where they can add the necessary enhancers prior to delivery on purchase.. As I've already pointed out, aircons are a favourite, already widely employed by the Eavesdroppers, ne Gineraal Groenewald? *fat wink....
My own Master really went to town on that one, as you can see HERE by the three fancy units on his walls, mere yards from ours, and it's a given there are more units on B.Snr's side... Nothing like a touch of over-kill, hey Balliram? *waves... Course, his aircons are set up to facilitate control, rather than BE controlled, but a most useful appliance all round, one way or the other...
With the helpful assistance of those converted-to-the-Cause weathermen, HAARP, temperatures can be rendered sufficiently unpleasant to ensure that even the most ordinary of citizens will find themselves going the aircon route.. *collapses laughing...
Damned if I don't see the irony of my situation... That I trot out all this stuff that Jannie van Zyl at least, knows to be the truth, and yet I've more than earned my place as an Idiot, and am doomed to be regarded as such forever... You've gotta love it!
It irks el Monstro mightily that on odd occasions I can come across as saner than the most stable of citizens, but he need have no fear, for inevitably I'll regress to the simpleton I am....
It's a shame that google SA have (you keeping up halicon?) allowed themselves to overlook my years of loyalty to blogger, and to be dictated to, on the matter of enabling Adsense on my blog, but then I'm small fry when it comes to arse-kissing the telecoms giants, and mine would be a seriously tiny niche market anyways...*eyeroll...
Activating Adsense isn't rocket science, and it must be dead easy to achieve, as it's to google's advantage to keep it simple... It goes without saying that the mere idea of me earning anything (other than ridicule) from my blog, would infuriate the Cracker, and he's seen to it that the option has been technically removed from my dumb reach.. Boo hoo! *snorts... You've seen the mean-spiritedness of his actions, but dare not raise your voice? Wise move... *shrugs..
Wednesday 23rd may at 4.30am..
All it took was one day without our regular Kaspersky update, for our Area Controller to increase his mischief, and I recall the Assistant Secretary saying how a bad Controller could bring the entire Project into disrepute (or words to that effect)..*blinks.. That of course, would've been before she was told of the close relationship between Balliram and Barnabas, and how so much rested on the Lab rats over this side continuing to be tortured, and used as demo models... *gags...
I'd signed into my gmail last night and noticed my Profile picture was missing, so I went over to my Account only to find that I now have no Profile .. Neato... That's a first, and I guess if the problem hasn't rectified itself on bootup this morning, chances are that I no longer exist? (Edit: and it hasn't) Hell, you're all well aware that neither of us have the ability to fix what you'd probably consider the lamest of tweaks, as with my Java program...
We've staggered along all these years with the old man going by the book, but it looks right now as if the proverbial gloves are off, and no amount of dithering about is going to save me... *grimace...
Good luck with having to rely on the Liar's account of future events here in the Zone, though I guess in a way it'll be a relief to have my endless carping silenced for a change... *grins...
Short-sighted opportunist that he is, Balliram is going to have to find himself another Praise-Singer quite smartly, or settle for the braying asses he keeps close at hand for those rare moments of insecurity...
Ever dream of the little dog, Creep? You don't have time to dream? I confess I've wondered whether she ever bothered to visit Nayager just prior to his termination, though I imagine there would've been a jostling queue of victims stretching to the horizon, who wished to greet him... Such a good-natured and loyal animal as she was, she more likely shrugged and went on her way....
It's a bonus that you don't buy into all that sort of mumbo-jumbo crap, and as such you don't have anything to fear, either here, or in a possible after-life...
I'd suggest that in your case the Nayager queue would resemble a horde.. A veritable army of souls, all asking you the same question.. WHY? *yawns...
Wishful thinking? While the idea that you should ever suffer as so many of your innocent victims have done, and are doing, is a delicious one, there's little point in wasting energy on a scenario that will never come to pass... *shrugs...
Who was it that decided e-TV should be on hand at the precise moment Murray's painting was defaced? Had their viewership taken a knock recently? The entire fiasco came across as contrived, though in the long run it may just have diffused a much nastier situation, so all's well that ends well...
The artist's fame is assured, and the Smug Prude's false sense of decency is restored, until the next carefully generated mischief, at least...
Peace julle..
---oOo---
Wednesday 23rd May 2012 at 10.10am.
Monday, May 21, 2012
ON YOUR MARKS..
(begun Monday 21st May at 5.25am..)
*The green light on the little Kyocera-produced iBurst modem refuses for some reason, to settle down this morning, and flashes ceaselessly.. An attempt to further corrupt a shocking connection, or rather more than that? *interested...*
The AirWing chopper just went over with it's headlight on full, as they continue to masquerade as police officers... Yeah - As much as I admire those Flyboys their stoic work ethic, would I prefer it to be announced publicly exactly what it is they're doing, and where the millions are coming from to keep that baby aloft... Fat chance, hey Earl? *winks..
Neither you nor your friends in either the Ruling Party or the Opposition have any desire to enlighten Joe Soap to the perils of Stef Roux and Petruccione's 'perfectly safe' communications technology, and that's the gospel...
Since sitting down here ten minutes earlier, the Queen of Mean has already chirruped his remote, and given me the now apparently obligatory Swift Kick to the Kidneys... *eyeroll... A pre-cursor to a re-run of the weekend's horrific attack? Hey, the bloke's stewed in the head, and I wouldn't put it past him...
Do Warren and the wife have a blazing row each time the old man says he's going to drop by for a visit? *curious.. Does Sutcliffe Jnr. have to remind his Missus that his dear old dad was the source of their largesse, and that without him they'd probably be living alongside a reservation in Alice Springs? How often has she screamed at him that she'd rather be poor than have that disgusting fellow round to stay?
I'm guessing that gayboy Sifiso Zulu mentioned Sutcliffe's penchant for young lads to his good buddy Sbu Mpisane, while the latter was still just an ordinary Metro cop? Was it Sbu himself that supplied our ex-City Manager with a steady stream of what he fancies? You can chip in here any time you like, Mikey, but I'm guessing that the extremely wealthy ex-Metro cop was, for a while at least, your pimp? Sifiso got the Parking Meter tender, and Mpisane's wife got everything else she could lay her hands on as a result, right?
The million-dollar question is whether there's audio/visual evidence of Mikey's preferences out there, and who it is that hold on to it so tightly... Barnabas himself, or has he sold it on to his Superiors in the Telecoms Industry?
Salacious gossip, Herr Doktor Sutcliffe? You're going to sue me for telling the truth? Who was it that first encouraged you to turn your darkest fantasies into a reality? You still remember? Whoever it was would've been employed to do just that, and well paid for it, once you'd taken the plunge.. From that very first assignation you were OWNED, but I doubt that you cared one way or the other... You were encouraged to use the surveillance technology for your own gain as well, hence the stack of Leverage files you managed to accumulate during your reign.. Files that so far, appear to have saved your sorry hide from being exposed openly in the Press for what you really are..
And no - It's not going to go away Herr Sutcliffe.. The fruits of your labours have seen to it that the honest middle-class worker or retiree in this once fair city is doomed, and that would include the GameWrecker..
It must have been on your orders that Allen Spence leapt into action to rig up the streetlights and overheads with the wireless and laser surveillance technology, and to blithely begin handing the computerised circuits into the hands of scum like Balliram and Nayager?
It must have been at your behest that MacLeod Jnr. arranged for the fibre to run through the storm-water drains, the water lines, and in some cases the sewage lines, for Cornelis Groesbeek's H20 company...?
Shrug me off as an embittered and battered guinea-pig by all means, when in your scurvy heart you're fully aware that I'm just ONE of hundreds being attacked in similar fashion, by means of this 'perfectly safe' technology..
The rigging up of St. Theresa's Convent/School as a mini base station was an experiment, and we'll never get to hear how many casualties there've been over there as a result...
Filling those three otherwise empty apartment blocks next to the Barnard Road Mast with students, is another experiment, is it not Jannie, and a pretty blatant one at that...?
And now we have Mr. Dawood's Roseanne cc. development rising steadily on the horizon directly opposite the mast... Apartments that will be leased or sold to people who are oblivious to the risks that come with the location..*spews... People who won't look twice at the satellite dishes tucked amongst those fake branches, in order to thieve both their health and their privacy...
And if perchance Mr. Dawood struggles to fill his flats, why not put in more students, to achieve the quota of labrats required?
Why would you be foolish enough to consider you and your family are exempt from this country-encompassing experiment? Because a DRUGLORD promised you his protection in return for your support of the Project? Because a Telecom's Strategist SWORE you'd be safe from any fall-out?
*It's now 6.30am and I hear a male voice nearby and it ain't my Controller or a wekker droog.. Does the Gauteng registered vehicle owner still hang out next door, honing his craft?*
Who is it that invites the Lacey Road rep. to the Sparks Estate CPF Meetings, knowing full well that he reports directly to the ShackLord Gumede, and who is it that encourages the regular telephonic death-threats made to the young Councillor for his efforts at improving the lot of those residents at the jondolo?
Tales of thumping late night music emanating from the Running Club on Barns Road Field, are coming in... Music that's apparently disturbing residents as far afield as St. Theresa Road...
The Druglord will no doubt be delighted by this irritating contribution created by his supporters, and the further misery it causes to members of the community..
Have you slapped on several coats of the ugly EMR repellant paint to your palace walls situated off Randles Road yet? Installed plenty of the one-way black glass to the windows? Do you recline under an R18k sleeping net at night, or do you truly see yourself as omnipotent, and in no need of such safety measures? *looks at Earl with interest...
LATER at 7.35am
The Flyboys were back at 7.10am, only this time they were lower, and presented their side and belly to the Controller at No. 6... Anything to do with recent changes? The astonishing green glow given off in two separate photos taken of my Master's streetlight using the slow shutter option, were merely a trick of the light so to speak, or do they denote alterations having been made recently? An option that I've always used on the streetlights when shooting them after dark, and yet have never before seen the green effect....
LATER at 10.45am
The chopper made another pass by the Mothership and Balliram's, within the last half hour, and one could clearly see the lights on it's belly activate as it went by.. Again, I ask what changes have been made that necessitate it's arrival, or is it merely collecting the most recent stolen data Barnabas has deemed fit to pass on to the Intelligence Department in Pretoria?
Tuesday 22nd May at 5.30am
I'd barely put the bedside lamp out and touched my head to the pillow when he'd whacked me a shot in the ear... *startled... Some sort of Game, or Tournament? Should I stick with my theory on Vincent and a points reward system, but now include the possibility that there's a separate Game for Area Controllers? That jab of pain suddenly reminded me of some sort of RPG killing game where the Hero (jesus, joseph, and mary) was determined to score a last hit before the ogress fell asleep... Points claimed while the target is static are minimal, though permanent crippling damage to organs and joints achieved while the prey slumbers, gain a Bonus?
Much as a learner airline pilot would use a simulated flight machine, it occurs to me to wonder whether there isn't a PC game out there that's been designed specifically to encourage accuracy with the lasers in attacking fellow humans? The recent spate of suicides in Lenasia? Is that area saturated with a forest of towers, all sprouting satellite dishes? Any of those deaths directly attributable to the avid attentions of a local Area Controller?
Had he targeted the home of someone on his circuit that he'd taken a dislike to, and flooding their power system with wireless frequencies had scrambled one of the younger family member's heads totally, until death had seemed like the only escape?
Too melodramatic for you Mr. van Zyl? You roar with feigned laughter at the very idea, when you know this is taking place across the country? Any problems with the Controllers who've caused these deaths? It's not as if they can resign and try a different career, now is it? Once they're in, they're in for life... So what do you do? Arrange for them to take a break, a change of scenery, to get their killing instinct back on track? Why not send the chap down to Balliram? If anyone can cheer the fellow up, it would be my Controller, who can make watching a couple of hours of torture seem like an outing to a theme park? Someone who can cheerfully persuade your trembling Murderer that it wasn't his fault, and that most of the targets deserve what they get? That accidents will happen, and they must get over it, and move on?
A month or so in the company of the outwardly amiable Monster next door, and your insecure Doubting Thomas is ready to go back and resume his duties in his own Area, convinced that he played no part in anyone's demise....
A dark scenario, but by now one that the Telecom's Strategist will be more than familiar with...*shrugs...
She'd told me yesterday that the Owner/Manager of the Sydenham Athletics Sports Club at Barns Road is a wonderful chap, and I don't doubt her for a minute... It would appear however, that not all of his Running Club members are cut from the same cloth... Cest la vie....
Peace...
PS. The modem light hasn't settled down once, since I began updating today's contribution... Let wel julle....
---oOo---
Tuesday 22nd May 2012 at 9.27am..
(begun Monday 21st May at 5.25am..)
*The green light on the little Kyocera-produced iBurst modem refuses for some reason, to settle down this morning, and flashes ceaselessly.. An attempt to further corrupt a shocking connection, or rather more than that? *interested...*
The AirWing chopper just went over with it's headlight on full, as they continue to masquerade as police officers... Yeah - As much as I admire those Flyboys their stoic work ethic, would I prefer it to be announced publicly exactly what it is they're doing, and where the millions are coming from to keep that baby aloft... Fat chance, hey Earl? *winks..
Neither you nor your friends in either the Ruling Party or the Opposition have any desire to enlighten Joe Soap to the perils of Stef Roux and Petruccione's 'perfectly safe' communications technology, and that's the gospel...
Since sitting down here ten minutes earlier, the Queen of Mean has already chirruped his remote, and given me the now apparently obligatory Swift Kick to the Kidneys... *eyeroll... A pre-cursor to a re-run of the weekend's horrific attack? Hey, the bloke's stewed in the head, and I wouldn't put it past him...
Do Warren and the wife have a blazing row each time the old man says he's going to drop by for a visit? *curious.. Does Sutcliffe Jnr. have to remind his Missus that his dear old dad was the source of their largesse, and that without him they'd probably be living alongside a reservation in Alice Springs? How often has she screamed at him that she'd rather be poor than have that disgusting fellow round to stay?
I'm guessing that gayboy Sifiso Zulu mentioned Sutcliffe's penchant for young lads to his good buddy Sbu Mpisane, while the latter was still just an ordinary Metro cop? Was it Sbu himself that supplied our ex-City Manager with a steady stream of what he fancies? You can chip in here any time you like, Mikey, but I'm guessing that the extremely wealthy ex-Metro cop was, for a while at least, your pimp? Sifiso got the Parking Meter tender, and Mpisane's wife got everything else she could lay her hands on as a result, right?
The million-dollar question is whether there's audio/visual evidence of Mikey's preferences out there, and who it is that hold on to it so tightly... Barnabas himself, or has he sold it on to his Superiors in the Telecoms Industry?
Salacious gossip, Herr Doktor Sutcliffe? You're going to sue me for telling the truth? Who was it that first encouraged you to turn your darkest fantasies into a reality? You still remember? Whoever it was would've been employed to do just that, and well paid for it, once you'd taken the plunge.. From that very first assignation you were OWNED, but I doubt that you cared one way or the other... You were encouraged to use the surveillance technology for your own gain as well, hence the stack of Leverage files you managed to accumulate during your reign.. Files that so far, appear to have saved your sorry hide from being exposed openly in the Press for what you really are..
And no - It's not going to go away Herr Sutcliffe.. The fruits of your labours have seen to it that the honest middle-class worker or retiree in this once fair city is doomed, and that would include the GameWrecker..
It must have been on your orders that Allen Spence leapt into action to rig up the streetlights and overheads with the wireless and laser surveillance technology, and to blithely begin handing the computerised circuits into the hands of scum like Balliram and Nayager?
It must have been at your behest that MacLeod Jnr. arranged for the fibre to run through the storm-water drains, the water lines, and in some cases the sewage lines, for Cornelis Groesbeek's H20 company...?
Shrug me off as an embittered and battered guinea-pig by all means, when in your scurvy heart you're fully aware that I'm just ONE of hundreds being attacked in similar fashion, by means of this 'perfectly safe' technology..
The rigging up of St. Theresa's Convent/School as a mini base station was an experiment, and we'll never get to hear how many casualties there've been over there as a result...
Filling those three otherwise empty apartment blocks next to the Barnard Road Mast with students, is another experiment, is it not Jannie, and a pretty blatant one at that...?
And now we have Mr. Dawood's Roseanne cc. development rising steadily on the horizon directly opposite the mast... Apartments that will be leased or sold to people who are oblivious to the risks that come with the location..*spews... People who won't look twice at the satellite dishes tucked amongst those fake branches, in order to thieve both their health and their privacy...
And if perchance Mr. Dawood struggles to fill his flats, why not put in more students, to achieve the quota of labrats required?
Why would you be foolish enough to consider you and your family are exempt from this country-encompassing experiment? Because a DRUGLORD promised you his protection in return for your support of the Project? Because a Telecom's Strategist SWORE you'd be safe from any fall-out?
*It's now 6.30am and I hear a male voice nearby and it ain't my Controller or a wekker droog.. Does the Gauteng registered vehicle owner still hang out next door, honing his craft?*
Who is it that invites the Lacey Road rep. to the Sparks Estate CPF Meetings, knowing full well that he reports directly to the ShackLord Gumede, and who is it that encourages the regular telephonic death-threats made to the young Councillor for his efforts at improving the lot of those residents at the jondolo?
Tales of thumping late night music emanating from the Running Club on Barns Road Field, are coming in... Music that's apparently disturbing residents as far afield as St. Theresa Road...
The Druglord will no doubt be delighted by this irritating contribution created by his supporters, and the further misery it causes to members of the community..
Have you slapped on several coats of the ugly EMR repellant paint to your palace walls situated off Randles Road yet? Installed plenty of the one-way black glass to the windows? Do you recline under an R18k sleeping net at night, or do you truly see yourself as omnipotent, and in no need of such safety measures? *looks at Earl with interest...
LATER at 7.35am
The Flyboys were back at 7.10am, only this time they were lower, and presented their side and belly to the Controller at No. 6... Anything to do with recent changes? The astonishing green glow given off in two separate photos taken of my Master's streetlight using the slow shutter option, were merely a trick of the light so to speak, or do they denote alterations having been made recently? An option that I've always used on the streetlights when shooting them after dark, and yet have never before seen the green effect....
LATER at 10.45am
The chopper made another pass by the Mothership and Balliram's, within the last half hour, and one could clearly see the lights on it's belly activate as it went by.. Again, I ask what changes have been made that necessitate it's arrival, or is it merely collecting the most recent stolen data Barnabas has deemed fit to pass on to the Intelligence Department in Pretoria?
Tuesday 22nd May at 5.30am
I'd barely put the bedside lamp out and touched my head to the pillow when he'd whacked me a shot in the ear... *startled... Some sort of Game, or Tournament? Should I stick with my theory on Vincent and a points reward system, but now include the possibility that there's a separate Game for Area Controllers? That jab of pain suddenly reminded me of some sort of RPG killing game where the Hero (jesus, joseph, and mary) was determined to score a last hit before the ogress fell asleep... Points claimed while the target is static are minimal, though permanent crippling damage to organs and joints achieved while the prey slumbers, gain a Bonus?
Much as a learner airline pilot would use a simulated flight machine, it occurs to me to wonder whether there isn't a PC game out there that's been designed specifically to encourage accuracy with the lasers in attacking fellow humans? The recent spate of suicides in Lenasia? Is that area saturated with a forest of towers, all sprouting satellite dishes? Any of those deaths directly attributable to the avid attentions of a local Area Controller?
Had he targeted the home of someone on his circuit that he'd taken a dislike to, and flooding their power system with wireless frequencies had scrambled one of the younger family member's heads totally, until death had seemed like the only escape?
Too melodramatic for you Mr. van Zyl? You roar with feigned laughter at the very idea, when you know this is taking place across the country? Any problems with the Controllers who've caused these deaths? It's not as if they can resign and try a different career, now is it? Once they're in, they're in for life... So what do you do? Arrange for them to take a break, a change of scenery, to get their killing instinct back on track? Why not send the chap down to Balliram? If anyone can cheer the fellow up, it would be my Controller, who can make watching a couple of hours of torture seem like an outing to a theme park? Someone who can cheerfully persuade your trembling Murderer that it wasn't his fault, and that most of the targets deserve what they get? That accidents will happen, and they must get over it, and move on?
A month or so in the company of the outwardly amiable Monster next door, and your insecure Doubting Thomas is ready to go back and resume his duties in his own Area, convinced that he played no part in anyone's demise....
A dark scenario, but by now one that the Telecom's Strategist will be more than familiar with...*shrugs...
She'd told me yesterday that the Owner/Manager of the Sydenham Athletics Sports Club at Barns Road is a wonderful chap, and I don't doubt her for a minute... It would appear however, that not all of his Running Club members are cut from the same cloth... Cest la vie....
Peace...
PS. The modem light hasn't settled down once, since I began updating today's contribution... Let wel julle....
---oOo---
Tuesday 22nd May 2012 at 9.27am..
Sunday, May 20, 2012
PUSHOVER..
(begun Friday 18th May at 11.20am..)
*This update is late, due to circumstances beyond my control.. The aftermath? A lingering feeling of nausea and a sense of being off-kilter... Another notch in Balliram's belt....*
I'm sitting in the little patch of sunlight that appears briefly on the verandah, now that the days are growing shorter.. And what a beautiful day it is.. Not so much as a breeze ruffles the tops of the gumtrees, and I'm watching a droog wearing Muni blues, as he whacks away at the grass next to Mr. Dawood's development...
The two little dogs had gone nuts by the wall nearest Balliram's deck about an hour ago, and I'd gotten out there in time to hear someone scuttling away down the passageway next to der Bunker.. The maid's back? A gardener?
It's that unusual for the animals to take offence at the normal everyday activities on that side of our property, that I thought it worth a mention...
Though by now it'll be old news to most of you, if you've not yet seen local artist Bretty Murray's masterpiece The Spear, currently on exhibition at the Goodman Gallery in Johannesburg, do yourselves a favour and search for it. Times 18th May 2012.
I'd be surprised if it didn't lead to a rush of maidens lining up for inspection as potential brides, 70 years old or not. Who needs PRO when you've got Murray doing such an admirable job?
Naturally, the majority of our President's blustering and dim-witted supporters are downright jealous, and seek to have the work destroyed before Jacob's endowments set a standard they cannot hope to match...
Has our Earl Michael Barnabas ever met, or been in touch with the ANC's Cyril Burgess? Care to take a flyer that that's in the affirmative? *winks...
The linguistics Professor who turned up at ours some years ago, to record my voice, was from UCT. If I were to contact him for details of the other resident's voices that he'd taped, would he oblige? Were those individuals also destined to be set up as guinea-pigs for Stef Roux and Francesco Petruccione's sophisticated Information Theft Comms. system? At the time he carried out that brief, was my VC's brother-in-law aware of just how the consequences were set to affect us, including his own relative?
While I can understand the need for secrecy and lies, and even the employment of Crime Bosses and Druglords, to facilitate the installation of the technology, it's going on eight years that the Community here have been preyed on by the Project employees, and still no sign that things will change any time soon... Barnabas and his IT Monkey grow sleek and complacent, riddled as they are with the Omnipotence Disease, and you really should be asking yourselves why this is, and for how much longer the Project Authors will continue to insist these criminals are vital to achieving their goals...
Saturday 19th May at 4.45am
One of those rare thumping headaches that can precede a massive summer's thunderstorm? Nope, nothing like.. This one, just after 3am, was Controller-generated, and easily recognizable as being in the Knife to the Head category...*vomits... Bored by/with/of your usual assault methods, Chop? Early on yesterday evening, he'd tried some sort of tentative period pain special on me as well, until I'd told him to piss off...
Things slow at the Spook Factory then? Still smarting over Thursdays cock-up? Hey - it's not like I didn't tell you that I'd snitch on every damned thing you do in your ongoing attempt to make our lives miserable, and then some... *yawns...
The physical assaults in particular, will always merit a mention, however boring they become, for the use of this technology as a weapon of one-sided war is not to be underestimated...
I was wondering how it works over at the Sydenham Athletics Club in Barns Road.. (Previously, and I suspect erroneously, referred to as the Barns Road Sports Club). (Edit at 9.02am: I've subsequently googled the Sydenham Athletic Club, and find there is another Club called the Sydenham Sports Club, which gives 317 Randles Road as the address. You may take your pick for the moment as to which my Landscape Artist belongs to.) Is Vincent your prize catch, or are there other jondolo residents on your membership list? Do you operate on a points system? Prising off the entire length of guttering from our garage roof would've surely been worth 20 points, and quite possibly have earned him another channel to be added to their DSTV bouquet? The remaining downpipe that he 'fixed' without being asked, using the black tar-like substance, that neither my old man or myself queried at the time, would most certainly have gotten him a standing ovation. In fact, I shouldn't be surprised to find it's the same black compound that's dotted about deliberately on so many plants in our garden...
It's pretty obvious that the GW has the retirement blues, and as such he has no interest in anything other than the most mundane of daily activities... Sad, but unfortunately true, and I guess it's been noted with great glee by Balliram and his cohorts, as the Controller tries to outdo himself in causing mischief at ours...
Eh - This is beginning to smack of a whine-fest, and I'm off to check out the papers and try for a bit more shut-eye...
LATER at 2.30pm..
Delerium? I finally woke at about 2.15pm, and I'd had about ten minutes in the clear before the extreme heat kicked in.. Chills and fever being the frequency of choice for the Knob on this cool, windy day... That'll teach me, right? For blogging the heatwave engineered in our house overnight? You'll show me? *eyeroll..
Properly nailed, almost as soon as I'd settled into my corner of the lounge mid-morning, I'd spoken out loud, as I'd suddenly come over really weird..
Too late, and the familiar freezing and chattering, clicking chompers had already begun.. Oh ja - it's not the first time the Coward's pulled this one, and it won't be the last...
The same beauty that had my Vice Chair in Parklands for a week during December, when all they could come up with was that his white blood cell count had dropped alarmingly....
It goes without saying that's the first test I would insist on, and they could forget the rest, and pretty darned conclusive it would be fosho....(Except of course that in the real world this gap would've been closed soon after my VC's experience and any and all lab results at that establishment are now suspect)
Right, it's now 2.45pm and the fever has just subsided, while the Sadist makes up his cooked mind what to employ next...
Monday 21st May at 1.20am
I woke drenched in sweat yesterday, though sitting on the edge of the bed had me chilled in minutes.. Yep, I lost an entire day back there, thanks to one of the fiercest onslaughts yet, by the Criminal next door.. He'd repeated the attack on Saturday afternoon, and by ten past 4pm the chills were back, plus extreme pain to the top of both thighs.. Lovely... When I'd finally dared sit up at 8am yesterday, the Creep didn't bother with any frills or niceties, and microwaved me on High as I sat there...
Was my satellite image showing the results? Was there green fire surrounding me at that precise moment? *fascinated...
It was that unpleasant that I'd picked my brick up off the floor and sent her a blank text message... Animal instinct?
Who knows, but the fire died down within minutes, and I guess he'd been too absorbed in the assault itself to prevent the text going through to her....
I'll be saving any future blank texts I'm forced to send her under similar circumstances, so whether he blocks them or not is neither here nor there, and if they cook up a plan between them to complain that I'm harassing her, all to the good.... The situation has to be pretty darned desperate for me to resort to such a thing, and frankly I'd be delighted to get a call from a so-called NIA Operative asking me about the blank texts sent to Missus C.
The first thing I'd ask him/her was on whose authority were they making their enquiries.. The Harvard freshman's top-clearanced buddy, Earl Michael Barnabas, Overseer of the Experimental Zone, or simply at the request of that darling of the Underworld, Collin P. Balliram?
I was finally able to totter out of bed after 2.30pm yesterday, though everything I ate went straight through me, and I guess I'll be feeling the effects of this latest extreme violence for a while to come...
I'd looked out of the kid's window at Balliram's streetlight last night and the two little lights, one red and one white, had been so bright that I'd fetched the Panasonic and taken a few pics... Will you check out the two I took using the slow shutter option? Never mind the two tiny lights, as the main lamp is glowing green FFS. HERE. I've pictures of that streetlight in each of my nine albums, and all the ones taken after dark using the same slow shutter, show the light to be a normal yellow... Not this time..
And the holograms taken afterwards on the happy snap option, with the flash? Many of them are a similar ghostly green HERE...
Hey - it's your perogative to dismiss my camera as a Liar, but until you've seen the pictures for yourselves, I wouldn't be too hasty on that score.. *dances...
At some point during the systematic and extreme brutality enacted over the past two days, it occurred to me to wonder whether Shlongwe could shed any light on Glen Nayager's untimely demise...
Was he still shacked up with her, right up until the bitter end? Could she attest to the fact that he'd also endured the fever and chills that hit me on Saturday morning, and that most certainly had my ticker going mental? Would she say that my experience sounds nearly identical to that suffered on several occasions by the ex-Commissioner of Sydenham Station, as his heart became weakened during the assaults? Bingo, Balliram?
I'm damned if I don't feel that more than a few of you are highly amused by these latest antics, and those that aren't, might well have adopted the smug attitude that I ask for it? Ask for it, how? By attempting to warn you that tomorrow it could well be your turn, or that of one of your family members? Bliksem - But it's good to find I'm not alone on the Dumb Bench after all... *eyeroll...
Anyone over at the Sydenham Athletic Club care to tell me what points Vincent accrued by painting the faschia board just outside this very window on the path, with erm, the Lumo paint? HERE.
Seen for the first time early on Saturday morning, before the shit hit the fan, and I was immobilised...? *studies the Treasurer...
On the one hand you choose to believe that many of my tales are due to extreme paranoia, while on the other you snigger at my trusting naivete?
Clearly you're as OWNED by the Zone Benefactor as so many of your fellow-community members are, and you'll continue to dance to his tune till you drop.. He would've pounced on you in your hour of need, and made sure you and your family wanted for nothing.. In his drive to enslave so many, by means of gifts and handouts, I guess that due to circumstance, you were a pushover... *shrugs..
Peace..
---oOo---
Monday 21st May 2012 at 8.44am.
(begun Friday 18th May at 11.20am..)
*This update is late, due to circumstances beyond my control.. The aftermath? A lingering feeling of nausea and a sense of being off-kilter... Another notch in Balliram's belt....*
I'm sitting in the little patch of sunlight that appears briefly on the verandah, now that the days are growing shorter.. And what a beautiful day it is.. Not so much as a breeze ruffles the tops of the gumtrees, and I'm watching a droog wearing Muni blues, as he whacks away at the grass next to Mr. Dawood's development...
The two little dogs had gone nuts by the wall nearest Balliram's deck about an hour ago, and I'd gotten out there in time to hear someone scuttling away down the passageway next to der Bunker.. The maid's back? A gardener?
It's that unusual for the animals to take offence at the normal everyday activities on that side of our property, that I thought it worth a mention...
Though by now it'll be old news to most of you, if you've not yet seen local artist Bretty Murray's masterpiece The Spear, currently on exhibition at the Goodman Gallery in Johannesburg, do yourselves a favour and search for it. Times 18th May 2012.
I'd be surprised if it didn't lead to a rush of maidens lining up for inspection as potential brides, 70 years old or not. Who needs PRO when you've got Murray doing such an admirable job?
Naturally, the majority of our President's blustering and dim-witted supporters are downright jealous, and seek to have the work destroyed before Jacob's endowments set a standard they cannot hope to match...
Has our Earl Michael Barnabas ever met, or been in touch with the ANC's Cyril Burgess? Care to take a flyer that that's in the affirmative? *winks...
The linguistics Professor who turned up at ours some years ago, to record my voice, was from UCT. If I were to contact him for details of the other resident's voices that he'd taped, would he oblige? Were those individuals also destined to be set up as guinea-pigs for Stef Roux and Francesco Petruccione's sophisticated Information Theft Comms. system? At the time he carried out that brief, was my VC's brother-in-law aware of just how the consequences were set to affect us, including his own relative?
While I can understand the need for secrecy and lies, and even the employment of Crime Bosses and Druglords, to facilitate the installation of the technology, it's going on eight years that the Community here have been preyed on by the Project employees, and still no sign that things will change any time soon... Barnabas and his IT Monkey grow sleek and complacent, riddled as they are with the Omnipotence Disease, and you really should be asking yourselves why this is, and for how much longer the Project Authors will continue to insist these criminals are vital to achieving their goals...
Saturday 19th May at 4.45am
One of those rare thumping headaches that can precede a massive summer's thunderstorm? Nope, nothing like.. This one, just after 3am, was Controller-generated, and easily recognizable as being in the Knife to the Head category...*vomits... Bored by/with/of your usual assault methods, Chop? Early on yesterday evening, he'd tried some sort of tentative period pain special on me as well, until I'd told him to piss off...
Things slow at the Spook Factory then? Still smarting over Thursdays cock-up? Hey - it's not like I didn't tell you that I'd snitch on every damned thing you do in your ongoing attempt to make our lives miserable, and then some... *yawns...
The physical assaults in particular, will always merit a mention, however boring they become, for the use of this technology as a weapon of one-sided war is not to be underestimated...
I was wondering how it works over at the Sydenham Athletics Club in Barns Road.. (Previously, and I suspect erroneously, referred to as the Barns Road Sports Club). (Edit at 9.02am: I've subsequently googled the Sydenham Athletic Club, and find there is another Club called the Sydenham Sports Club, which gives 317 Randles Road as the address. You may take your pick for the moment as to which my Landscape Artist belongs to.) Is Vincent your prize catch, or are there other jondolo residents on your membership list? Do you operate on a points system? Prising off the entire length of guttering from our garage roof would've surely been worth 20 points, and quite possibly have earned him another channel to be added to their DSTV bouquet? The remaining downpipe that he 'fixed' without being asked, using the black tar-like substance, that neither my old man or myself queried at the time, would most certainly have gotten him a standing ovation. In fact, I shouldn't be surprised to find it's the same black compound that's dotted about deliberately on so many plants in our garden...
It's pretty obvious that the GW has the retirement blues, and as such he has no interest in anything other than the most mundane of daily activities... Sad, but unfortunately true, and I guess it's been noted with great glee by Balliram and his cohorts, as the Controller tries to outdo himself in causing mischief at ours...
Eh - This is beginning to smack of a whine-fest, and I'm off to check out the papers and try for a bit more shut-eye...
LATER at 2.30pm..
Delerium? I finally woke at about 2.15pm, and I'd had about ten minutes in the clear before the extreme heat kicked in.. Chills and fever being the frequency of choice for the Knob on this cool, windy day... That'll teach me, right? For blogging the heatwave engineered in our house overnight? You'll show me? *eyeroll..
Properly nailed, almost as soon as I'd settled into my corner of the lounge mid-morning, I'd spoken out loud, as I'd suddenly come over really weird..
Too late, and the familiar freezing and chattering, clicking chompers had already begun.. Oh ja - it's not the first time the Coward's pulled this one, and it won't be the last...
The same beauty that had my Vice Chair in Parklands for a week during December, when all they could come up with was that his white blood cell count had dropped alarmingly....
It goes without saying that's the first test I would insist on, and they could forget the rest, and pretty darned conclusive it would be fosho....(Except of course that in the real world this gap would've been closed soon after my VC's experience and any and all lab results at that establishment are now suspect)
Right, it's now 2.45pm and the fever has just subsided, while the Sadist makes up his cooked mind what to employ next...
Monday 21st May at 1.20am
I woke drenched in sweat yesterday, though sitting on the edge of the bed had me chilled in minutes.. Yep, I lost an entire day back there, thanks to one of the fiercest onslaughts yet, by the Criminal next door.. He'd repeated the attack on Saturday afternoon, and by ten past 4pm the chills were back, plus extreme pain to the top of both thighs.. Lovely... When I'd finally dared sit up at 8am yesterday, the Creep didn't bother with any frills or niceties, and microwaved me on High as I sat there...
Was my satellite image showing the results? Was there green fire surrounding me at that precise moment? *fascinated...
It was that unpleasant that I'd picked my brick up off the floor and sent her a blank text message... Animal instinct?
Who knows, but the fire died down within minutes, and I guess he'd been too absorbed in the assault itself to prevent the text going through to her....
I'll be saving any future blank texts I'm forced to send her under similar circumstances, so whether he blocks them or not is neither here nor there, and if they cook up a plan between them to complain that I'm harassing her, all to the good.... The situation has to be pretty darned desperate for me to resort to such a thing, and frankly I'd be delighted to get a call from a so-called NIA Operative asking me about the blank texts sent to Missus C.
The first thing I'd ask him/her was on whose authority were they making their enquiries.. The Harvard freshman's top-clearanced buddy, Earl Michael Barnabas, Overseer of the Experimental Zone, or simply at the request of that darling of the Underworld, Collin P. Balliram?
I was finally able to totter out of bed after 2.30pm yesterday, though everything I ate went straight through me, and I guess I'll be feeling the effects of this latest extreme violence for a while to come...
I'd looked out of the kid's window at Balliram's streetlight last night and the two little lights, one red and one white, had been so bright that I'd fetched the Panasonic and taken a few pics... Will you check out the two I took using the slow shutter option? Never mind the two tiny lights, as the main lamp is glowing green FFS. HERE. I've pictures of that streetlight in each of my nine albums, and all the ones taken after dark using the same slow shutter, show the light to be a normal yellow... Not this time..
And the holograms taken afterwards on the happy snap option, with the flash? Many of them are a similar ghostly green HERE...
Hey - it's your perogative to dismiss my camera as a Liar, but until you've seen the pictures for yourselves, I wouldn't be too hasty on that score.. *dances...
At some point during the systematic and extreme brutality enacted over the past two days, it occurred to me to wonder whether Shlongwe could shed any light on Glen Nayager's untimely demise...
Was he still shacked up with her, right up until the bitter end? Could she attest to the fact that he'd also endured the fever and chills that hit me on Saturday morning, and that most certainly had my ticker going mental? Would she say that my experience sounds nearly identical to that suffered on several occasions by the ex-Commissioner of Sydenham Station, as his heart became weakened during the assaults? Bingo, Balliram?
I'm damned if I don't feel that more than a few of you are highly amused by these latest antics, and those that aren't, might well have adopted the smug attitude that I ask for it? Ask for it, how? By attempting to warn you that tomorrow it could well be your turn, or that of one of your family members? Bliksem - But it's good to find I'm not alone on the Dumb Bench after all... *eyeroll...
Anyone over at the Sydenham Athletic Club care to tell me what points Vincent accrued by painting the faschia board just outside this very window on the path, with erm, the Lumo paint? HERE.
Seen for the first time early on Saturday morning, before the shit hit the fan, and I was immobilised...? *studies the Treasurer...
On the one hand you choose to believe that many of my tales are due to extreme paranoia, while on the other you snigger at my trusting naivete?
Clearly you're as OWNED by the Zone Benefactor as so many of your fellow-community members are, and you'll continue to dance to his tune till you drop.. He would've pounced on you in your hour of need, and made sure you and your family wanted for nothing.. In his drive to enslave so many, by means of gifts and handouts, I guess that due to circumstance, you were a pushover... *shrugs..
Peace..
---oOo---
Monday 21st May 2012 at 8.44am.
ON HIGH...
(begun Sunday 20th May at 9.00am..)
If you find the following note incoherent, believe me, it's justifiable.. The Knob was actually going for a full-on replay at 8am this morning, and I was on fire... I put my specs on and picked up my brick, and sent her a blank text..
Hopefully my calls and texts are monitored and available to his colleagues as well...
Was he so engrossed in his attack that he didn't have time to stop that sms?
The level of assaults since yesterday midmorning have been off the scale, and a couple more like that, and I guess I'll be history... Is that the general idea?
Peace...
---oOo---
Sunday 20th May 2012 at 10.15am
(begun Sunday 20th May at 9.00am..)
If you find the following note incoherent, believe me, it's justifiable.. The Knob was actually going for a full-on replay at 8am this morning, and I was on fire... I put my specs on and picked up my brick, and sent her a blank text..
Hopefully my calls and texts are monitored and available to his colleagues as well...
Was he so engrossed in his attack that he didn't have time to stop that sms?
The level of assaults since yesterday midmorning have been off the scale, and a couple more like that, and I guess I'll be history... Is that the general idea?
Peace...
---oOo---
Sunday 20th May 2012 at 10.15am
Thursday, May 17, 2012
THINGS THAT GO BUMP....
(begun Thursday 17th May at 3.55am..)
*Paul Doyon doesn't appear to have updated his The Microwave Factor blog for three days. Interesting...*
My own little training exercise, perhaps? I made my coffee, lit a fag, and went and sat in the lounge for a while, after switching off the desk lamp. It's still a long way off inky black, with the outside lights visible through the pale curtains, but dark enough... Less than five minutes later, and he came looking for me.. Oddly enough, it was the computer on the desk a few inches away that gave the first almost imperceptible creaks, and I'd waved my glowing fag end silently in response...
Next came a faint plunk from the television corner, which I didn't react to, before *bang!* and he flung himself in with his usual lack of grace, and Millie freaked out..
Were the two or three flashes I thought I'd seen by the decoder, laser beams or not? No idea, but maybe I need to sit in the dark like that more often, and practise... *shrugs..
I finally made it into Yahoo mail last night, despite all the huffing and puffing from my Network Admin.. WTF was all that about? I don't care for it now, any more than I did when I first signed up... The emr refugees Group may be doing excellent work, but if they're aware of lasers being involved, I didn't see any sign of it in any of their subject lines..*yawns.... Besides, I'm still clinging to the theory that we're unique in some way, and that the ability to enhance and relay stolen conversations and images from inside businesses and residences, back to an Area Controller via satellite, is breaking new ground...
Surely we'd have had to have something different in our Sales Pitch, to warrant getting so much blatant help and support from other countries?
More delusions? Did Roux actually plagiarise an existing technology and claim it as his own? Farked if I know..
There'd been another of those Auto responses from Ahmet at www.holoforum.org in my box yesterday, and I figure it's just Balliram resending them for his own lame amusement, so I deleted it... Hopefully I've increased their visitor count, as they've more than earned it, if only for Dinesh introducing me to the concept of spatter/splatter... If it weren't for that, I'd never have looked twice at the tiny spots of white emulsion clustered about on so many surfaces... *winks...
The ruination caused by so much power aimed directly at ours, is frankly astonishing....
My long-deceased mum-in-law's ancient lined and once expensive curtains, that hang across the windows in the storeroom, have nearly rotted away, as the fabric bears the brunt of the power nearby.. It must have been more than a couple of years back that I'd suddenly become aware of the damage, and had thought it due to an infestation of giant moths... With hindsight, no single moth could survive the gekkos in there for more than five minutes, no matter what substances Vincent had managed to apply before I woke up, and removed the storeroom key from his reach..
He'd been in and out of there for years, and I've no doubt I'd be appalled by the amount of structural damage he's caused, if I could be bothered to go check.. I can't, and Barnabas is welcome to the rubbish that my two hoarders have built up in there over the years..*shrugs...
Do I seriously think I'll ever get to meet Karl Muller, and show him my pictures? I do not. Promises and plans are made to be changed and broken, and I imagine we'll always be ships that pass in the night, and I'd be obliged if you didn't suggest that it's my negative attitude that leads to my constant failures.. I'm a farking realist, despite my regular side-bars to Lalaland, and I know my worth...
My photos on the other hand, are bloody brilliant, if I say so myself, and hopefully I've spurred a few of you into starting your own collections...
Here's a thought... Plant a stand of corn right next to a path that you know the lasers take regularly, on your property, and record the results on camera...
I'm betting you'll see for yourselves that Stef Roux's 'perfectly safe' assertion is somewhat off the mark... Sure, Vincent added his killer substances to the original mielie plants, but those that he'd pulled out and replanted on the first terrace, never died as he'd assured me they would..
Instead, they continued to grow, despite their stunted and withered appearance, and each of them finally produced an ear of corn... For a week or so it looked as if they'd even be edible, before they suddenly began turning brown and burned-out HERE...
Will young Vincent insist that effect was due to his further stealthy ministrations? 'Fraid not, guys....
Those mielies were cooked by whatever it is that's flooded across our garden 24/7, and if it can do that to corn on the cob, what chance do YOU have in the long run? Sure, it'll take a while longer for the results to kick in, and by then it'll be too late to back out... For the umpteenth time I will say that despite your intellect, you've been conned on a massive scale, and that those like Sutcliffe and Subban, who've sold us downriver so willingly, should hasten to enjoy the loot they've garnered, while they still can...
Judging by the enormous heatwaves that Balliram generates in our home, he doesn't intend for either me or the GW to be around when the Apocolypse gets here in earnest.... I've no complaints on that score, and consider myself fortunate to have lasted this long...
Who knew that the insecure, bullying little freak who used to sneak open the sash window in the Convent dormitory, to gaze up at the stars, would be privileged to witness all this magic? Not me, that's for sure...
LATER at 6.50am
I've just connected to iBurst, though Firefox says the Server isn't available... Retry, and it insists that it's already running, and that I must close it before I can go on.. Ahh, the joys of being an Area Controller, hey Creep? The small pleasures you take where you can? I went back and tried again a little later, and was told Server Not Found, so I shut down and pulled the plug.. Hopefully the Poor Thing got enough of a thrill to start his day in a cheerful frame of mind? *eyeroll...
Friday 18th May at 3.45am
The Return of the Hand on Fire sounds rather like a B-grade movie, by a B-grade Director.. *nods at Balliram... One of the very first methods of torture applied diligently to his Labrats since 2005, it's been making a come-back lately, and I can't figure out why... So I wake up pain-free (!) and lie there, before my hand starts to burn and burn.. I hold it up in the dark and expect to see flames, but nada.. When I can't take it anymore, I roll to the side of the bed and hang my hand down to the ground, and it gradually recovers, though the unfortunate Missus B.Snrs says that never works for her, and I've no idea how Sue the Book survives the pain...
It's too easy to blame the fags and circulation problems, and besides, the other two would rather slit their wrists than light a cigarette, so...?
I'd called before we left the house yesterday, and we'd arranged to meet at a specific shopping centre up in Kloof, so TrackerJack had several hours to get his ass into gear beforehand... As it happened the GW had obligingly found a parking space right next to a streetlight..*chokes.. We were early, so I'd gotten out of the Polo to enjoy the air when *wham!* Millie announced in no uncertain terms that our Controller had arrived... Sure enough, I'd looked up at the dusty cowling nearby, and two miniscule lights inside were activated... *yawns...
She'd pulled in right next to us and I'd passed her cellphone over to the GW along with mine, to keep in the Polo, while we'd chatted in her car.. Did it work? Millie stayed silent for the entire conversation, so chances are that the monitoring devices let Balliram down on that occasion.. The Knives to the Back that hit me as I'd stepped back out of her vehicle, were I'm hoping, simply an indication of his rage and frustration....
Did I achieve anything by sharing my photos with her?
It transpires that would be a no, and she'd asked me if I was aware that some people regard the spheres as spirits.. Enough said..
Do we have anything at all in common? While she obviously doesn't have a Millie to sound the alarm, she did say that turning up into Harris Crescent a week ago, had scrambled her head totally, and that in her opinion the emissions right there, were off the scale... *shrugs... Oh - and she's also seen a UFO.. In the mid-eighties at a school somewhere out in the sticks by Vryheid, there'd been a star hanging in the sky for three days and nights, and the Bop authorities had finally sent a plane up to investigate, whereupon the 'star' had begun moving further and further away until it had vanished completely.. Otherwise?
Turns out she's Born Again and happily, she's finding her new-found faith a great support in their struggle to cope with living between two masts, down the coast.
LATER at 4.35am
My kid up in the Midlands had called Mariannhill Licencing a day ago, to see whether her renewed licence was ready for collection. She was told she'd have to come back down and do it all again, as her fingerprints hadn't registered... *blinks...
Did I not tell you that last week the only glitch in my processing had been when the fingerprinting device had taken so long to accept and load the results? *winks.. Almost as if our name has been red-flagged?
Tellus Balliram, if you would - When I call the Department in six to eight weeks from now, what are the chances I'll also have to return and redo the process? Man, can I hear the oily bastard protesting his innocence at this stage..*roffels...
Would you care to remind me what part this carefully engineered mischief plays, in ultimately saving the country from corruption? *snorts... You'll forgive me if I say that it merely confirms that we're exchanging one set of criminals for another? Sure you will... Stay safe julle...
Peace..
---oOo---
Friday 18th May 2012 ast 9.17am.
(begun Thursday 17th May at 3.55am..)
*Paul Doyon doesn't appear to have updated his The Microwave Factor blog for three days. Interesting...*
My own little training exercise, perhaps? I made my coffee, lit a fag, and went and sat in the lounge for a while, after switching off the desk lamp. It's still a long way off inky black, with the outside lights visible through the pale curtains, but dark enough... Less than five minutes later, and he came looking for me.. Oddly enough, it was the computer on the desk a few inches away that gave the first almost imperceptible creaks, and I'd waved my glowing fag end silently in response...
Next came a faint plunk from the television corner, which I didn't react to, before *bang!* and he flung himself in with his usual lack of grace, and Millie freaked out..
Were the two or three flashes I thought I'd seen by the decoder, laser beams or not? No idea, but maybe I need to sit in the dark like that more often, and practise... *shrugs..
I finally made it into Yahoo mail last night, despite all the huffing and puffing from my Network Admin.. WTF was all that about? I don't care for it now, any more than I did when I first signed up... The emr refugees Group may be doing excellent work, but if they're aware of lasers being involved, I didn't see any sign of it in any of their subject lines..*yawns.... Besides, I'm still clinging to the theory that we're unique in some way, and that the ability to enhance and relay stolen conversations and images from inside businesses and residences, back to an Area Controller via satellite, is breaking new ground...
Surely we'd have had to have something different in our Sales Pitch, to warrant getting so much blatant help and support from other countries?
More delusions? Did Roux actually plagiarise an existing technology and claim it as his own? Farked if I know..
There'd been another of those Auto responses from Ahmet at www.holoforum.org in my box yesterday, and I figure it's just Balliram resending them for his own lame amusement, so I deleted it... Hopefully I've increased their visitor count, as they've more than earned it, if only for Dinesh introducing me to the concept of spatter/splatter... If it weren't for that, I'd never have looked twice at the tiny spots of white emulsion clustered about on so many surfaces... *winks...
The ruination caused by so much power aimed directly at ours, is frankly astonishing....
My long-deceased mum-in-law's ancient lined and once expensive curtains, that hang across the windows in the storeroom, have nearly rotted away, as the fabric bears the brunt of the power nearby.. It must have been more than a couple of years back that I'd suddenly become aware of the damage, and had thought it due to an infestation of giant moths... With hindsight, no single moth could survive the gekkos in there for more than five minutes, no matter what substances Vincent had managed to apply before I woke up, and removed the storeroom key from his reach..
He'd been in and out of there for years, and I've no doubt I'd be appalled by the amount of structural damage he's caused, if I could be bothered to go check.. I can't, and Barnabas is welcome to the rubbish that my two hoarders have built up in there over the years..*shrugs...
Do I seriously think I'll ever get to meet Karl Muller, and show him my pictures? I do not. Promises and plans are made to be changed and broken, and I imagine we'll always be ships that pass in the night, and I'd be obliged if you didn't suggest that it's my negative attitude that leads to my constant failures.. I'm a farking realist, despite my regular side-bars to Lalaland, and I know my worth...
My photos on the other hand, are bloody brilliant, if I say so myself, and hopefully I've spurred a few of you into starting your own collections...
Here's a thought... Plant a stand of corn right next to a path that you know the lasers take regularly, on your property, and record the results on camera...
I'm betting you'll see for yourselves that Stef Roux's 'perfectly safe' assertion is somewhat off the mark... Sure, Vincent added his killer substances to the original mielie plants, but those that he'd pulled out and replanted on the first terrace, never died as he'd assured me they would..
Instead, they continued to grow, despite their stunted and withered appearance, and each of them finally produced an ear of corn... For a week or so it looked as if they'd even be edible, before they suddenly began turning brown and burned-out HERE...
Will young Vincent insist that effect was due to his further stealthy ministrations? 'Fraid not, guys....
Those mielies were cooked by whatever it is that's flooded across our garden 24/7, and if it can do that to corn on the cob, what chance do YOU have in the long run? Sure, it'll take a while longer for the results to kick in, and by then it'll be too late to back out... For the umpteenth time I will say that despite your intellect, you've been conned on a massive scale, and that those like Sutcliffe and Subban, who've sold us downriver so willingly, should hasten to enjoy the loot they've garnered, while they still can...
Judging by the enormous heatwaves that Balliram generates in our home, he doesn't intend for either me or the GW to be around when the Apocolypse gets here in earnest.... I've no complaints on that score, and consider myself fortunate to have lasted this long...
Who knew that the insecure, bullying little freak who used to sneak open the sash window in the Convent dormitory, to gaze up at the stars, would be privileged to witness all this magic? Not me, that's for sure...
LATER at 6.50am
I've just connected to iBurst, though Firefox says the Server isn't available... Retry, and it insists that it's already running, and that I must close it before I can go on.. Ahh, the joys of being an Area Controller, hey Creep? The small pleasures you take where you can? I went back and tried again a little later, and was told Server Not Found, so I shut down and pulled the plug.. Hopefully the Poor Thing got enough of a thrill to start his day in a cheerful frame of mind? *eyeroll...
Friday 18th May at 3.45am
The Return of the Hand on Fire sounds rather like a B-grade movie, by a B-grade Director.. *nods at Balliram... One of the very first methods of torture applied diligently to his Labrats since 2005, it's been making a come-back lately, and I can't figure out why... So I wake up pain-free (!) and lie there, before my hand starts to burn and burn.. I hold it up in the dark and expect to see flames, but nada.. When I can't take it anymore, I roll to the side of the bed and hang my hand down to the ground, and it gradually recovers, though the unfortunate Missus B.Snrs says that never works for her, and I've no idea how Sue the Book survives the pain...
It's too easy to blame the fags and circulation problems, and besides, the other two would rather slit their wrists than light a cigarette, so...?
I'd called before we left the house yesterday, and we'd arranged to meet at a specific shopping centre up in Kloof, so TrackerJack had several hours to get his ass into gear beforehand... As it happened the GW had obligingly found a parking space right next to a streetlight..*chokes.. We were early, so I'd gotten out of the Polo to enjoy the air when *wham!* Millie announced in no uncertain terms that our Controller had arrived... Sure enough, I'd looked up at the dusty cowling nearby, and two miniscule lights inside were activated... *yawns...
She'd pulled in right next to us and I'd passed her cellphone over to the GW along with mine, to keep in the Polo, while we'd chatted in her car.. Did it work? Millie stayed silent for the entire conversation, so chances are that the monitoring devices let Balliram down on that occasion.. The Knives to the Back that hit me as I'd stepped back out of her vehicle, were I'm hoping, simply an indication of his rage and frustration....
Did I achieve anything by sharing my photos with her?
It transpires that would be a no, and she'd asked me if I was aware that some people regard the spheres as spirits.. Enough said..
Do we have anything at all in common? While she obviously doesn't have a Millie to sound the alarm, she did say that turning up into Harris Crescent a week ago, had scrambled her head totally, and that in her opinion the emissions right there, were off the scale... *shrugs... Oh - and she's also seen a UFO.. In the mid-eighties at a school somewhere out in the sticks by Vryheid, there'd been a star hanging in the sky for three days and nights, and the Bop authorities had finally sent a plane up to investigate, whereupon the 'star' had begun moving further and further away until it had vanished completely.. Otherwise?
Turns out she's Born Again and happily, she's finding her new-found faith a great support in their struggle to cope with living between two masts, down the coast.
LATER at 4.35am
My kid up in the Midlands had called Mariannhill Licencing a day ago, to see whether her renewed licence was ready for collection. She was told she'd have to come back down and do it all again, as her fingerprints hadn't registered... *blinks...
Did I not tell you that last week the only glitch in my processing had been when the fingerprinting device had taken so long to accept and load the results? *winks.. Almost as if our name has been red-flagged?
Tellus Balliram, if you would - When I call the Department in six to eight weeks from now, what are the chances I'll also have to return and redo the process? Man, can I hear the oily bastard protesting his innocence at this stage..*roffels...
Would you care to remind me what part this carefully engineered mischief plays, in ultimately saving the country from corruption? *snorts... You'll forgive me if I say that it merely confirms that we're exchanging one set of criminals for another? Sure you will... Stay safe julle...
Peace..
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Friday 18th May 2012 ast 9.17am.
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