VIRTUAL INSANITY.......
(begun Thursday 23rd October at 3.35am....)
I woke at 3.15am and lay listening to the remarkably elusive (for want of anything better) Cape Canary, as it sang from Bali's front deck...*grins.... Since then it's shifted position to what sounds like the old DrugBoyz den above the stormwater drain down below in the valley... Magic! *winks..
The tiny violinists are silent for the moment in the cooler air.
I nodded off during the CPF Motherbody Meeting at the Station last night and will have to excuse myself in future.
As we drove there, I had noticed an odd amount of streetlights dotted about that were out, and not long after the start of the Meeting, ALL the lighs went out..*shrieks.... A messy operation it was, and certainly not your standard let's recoup our losses powercut...
Needless to say, my little LED light was enough to ensure that the Meeting wasn't derailed. There have been some serious changes made to His office since last I was there *interested...
A door has now been created (knocked through the wall) leading directly to Navi's office and I understand that the original door will now be guarded at all times by the heavy, locked security gate.
Situated in a strategic position in His office itself, now hangs one of those big round mirrors that show at an angle, who it is standing on the verandah outside....*creepy...
Was this a directive to all Station Commissioners to beef up their personal safety, or have We in particular been given cause for alarm? *fascinated...
Genuine commonsense or paranoia? Or just more of the thrill of watching without being watched? *cackles...
I was unimpressed by the minor theatrics and am tempted to change my ringtone. Navi as wallpaper, totally creeped me out to say the least....
A steady, soft rain begins to fall at 4.00am, and I hear Spotty and his companion barking down at Khaled's ...
Salacious Crumb had attended the Meeting last night, and I've still no idea what it is he does, apart from pre-empting Jabba's every wish.... *curious..
After only 5 minutes of gentle rain, I've just heard copious amounts of water falling to the ground next to der Bunker.... Massa does his runoff this side today? It's certainly not as a result of the soft steady rain and is literally pouring out as I write...*gags..
M. went back to work yesterday. I heard someone ask last night whether SAPS had visited her to obtain her formal statement and der Kommissar had answered they had phoned but gotten no reply and that was that. I know squat about police procedure, but find that a tad unusual in itself ...*winks....NOT!
Some four days after the incident, no interest has been displayed, and Captain Lazarus (who I gather normally attends these Motherbody Meetings) was sadly not in attendance last night...*shrugs... A pity it was, as he had been close enough to us, when the shot went off, to give a professional opinion on the direction that it came from...*cackles wildly...
The TV has displayed remarkably good behaviour apart from the screen switching off a couple of times at crucial moments, and the remote inexplicably jamming twice..*winks at el Pollo de Grande.... A stirling effort on the part of mon Capitano, though he must be grinding his teeth with frustrated rage. Do he and his Protector merely wait for you to forget about the shooting on Saturday, before resuming their attacks? *interested...
As if I would allow you to forget! *lawls...
Later
The reassuring call of a Kurrikane Thrush began as I sat out on the verandah....*nudges Bali.....
Pay attention Little Willy, for that is a bird that belongs at that hour in the dark, and it's range of song would fill two tracks at least...*snorts...
Startled as I was to find Barnabas' tenant (in his most recently acquired property) on Raftery Crescent, thoughtlessly decorating his home with a vast array of SE's and sticking out like the proverbial sore thumb as a result - it has jogged me into making a note to search the Zone for similar homes...
It's certainly not carved in stone that they ARE Controllers in every case, but it sure shows the amount of investment made in that particular home by the Eavesdropping Project....*waves to Eugene as he drives by in a blur, attending to his contracts...
Was our own Councillor's home at Number 84 withdrawn from Public Auction at the last minute? A huge amount of technology has gone into that particular house, and I would have to guess that young Aziz has no qualms whatsoever about eavesdropping on HIS neighbours.... As long as he remembers that he in turn is audio-monitored among other things...*laughing..
Number 72 has fallen off the radar and is sorely missed...*glum... One tends to lose more than one wins in this Game unfortunately....*shrugs...
Later
I popped home to unload the groceries at 11.15am in time to see this SAPS bakkie parked in the corner of St. Theresa's playing field where this contractor's bakkie was parked yesterday and the day before.....hmmm.....
Most unusual it is, to see quite so much police + activity in that corner of the world all of a sudden...
Coincidence that the flurry of activity in that out-of-sight part of the playing field is taking place while Sister Stephen is away down the coast enjoying her vacation? *chokes....
I gather good old Father Denker who so happily sold the orphans downriver to the Wireless/Broadband Project, is also known about the Zone as Father Gangsta...*keels over laughing.... I figure then it was a good call on my part? A nickname like that is not given without good reason, and I'm betting he's on first name terms with that philanthropic sinner, Earl Michael Barnabas.
Who was it that forked out for the catering for young Luke's funeral? You remember? The young Sydenham cop who wouldn't dance the required Corrupt Samba for the Rotten Apples and in desperation offed himself? Was it Barnabas that covered the costs of the wake and party afterwards? *vomits...
Again I remind you, that these are the people in charge of the Eavesdropping Project here in the Zone.... The same people Allen Spence willingly, and no doubt ingratiatingly, handed over the power circuits to.... *shrugs...
I am WILLING someone to point Prov. Commissioner Hamilton Ngidi to my tale..... To warn him that despite his every move being monitored, he must tell as many as he can that there simply is no such thing as privacy any longer. For the good that remain to shed their cellphones and hold their talks at the ninth hole out on the links ffs..!
My Master meets his less-than-straight contacts out on the greens already and clearly practises what I preach...*roffels..
I'm betting that Bali's Boet-in-Law at No. 6 Garbutt Road tunes in to his neighbours regularly, including the Highway Locksmiths a few houses up the road.... These eejits have obligingly overdone the CCFLs on their road-facing wall and probably enhanced the sound of their own private conversations in doing so! *lawls...
Small wonder they've been plagued by knife-wielding thieves! Who is it they deride in their everyday chatting that arranges for them to be hit so often as punishment?
A small example of what's coming your way soon, believe it or not...*beams...
We were heading home along Sparks into Abrey, and just passing the back of Shakoor's place after 2.30pm earlier... I had my head out of the open car window as usual when I heard for the briefest moment, the befokte Cape Canaries singing from the direction of the bottom of 72 Harris Crescent!
If I'd had the time, I would've persuaded the GameWrecker to do a U-turn and go back past the sound, it was that bizarre.... Next time...
Peace...
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Thursday 23rd October 2008 at 4.34pm.
