I KNOW WHAT I KNOW......
(begun Saturday 1st November at 3.35am....)
which is to say, very little at all.....*grins... Thing is, I don't give a toss when there's a collective groan at my apparent obsession with my hands... The fact remains that somewhere along the line they've become some sort of early warning system....
I sat outside yesterday, quite still,and just watching as the burning in my hand intensified and it went dead and then like a wave receding the feeling returned...*beams... I know it's connected to Bali's SE's and I think it's magic!
I've little doubt they push the arthritis theory,when in fact my Controller has seen from the getgo how astonishingly accurate I am. This morning he has reined in his enthusiastic Sounds of the Night renditions and there is a thick silence nearby....*grins...
At 3.50am Nobby announced that the system was being cranked up....*waves to Bali....
I will go to my grave insisting that this is so.
If you dwell in a heavily built-up area and suspect that the Project has arrived, then listen to your dogs FFS! While it appears to upset bigger dogs far more than smaller ones, the Unfortunate Twins are of course subjected to a battering, situated as they are at the source. *grimness..
As I sit here searching for the words to convince you, the pressure in my ears increases dramatically as well..*cackles...
Tony Carnie did a piece on the mercury discovered in the Inanda Dam last week. Have I missed where he has written on the mercury-containing CCFL bulbs the world is now touting? *curious... Has he investigated what plan Philips have in place to dispose of these things? Has Philips figured out how to remove the small but lethal quantities of mercury from the CCFLs prior to dumping them in some unnamed landfill? I won't be around to see the results down the line, but your kids will fosho....*gags..
I've yet to see more than the one smallish article saying that Government was working on a safe-disposal plan....*is not reassured...
Later
On the verandah I watched at 4.15am as a light slid down the gumtrees from Freddies side! A truck or lorry drove down the Crescent, noisily splashing through a great deal of water. WTF? What may be my Masters efforts at a Kurrikane Thrush, sings from the transmitter below the gumtrees.... Much better *nods to its Controller....
Later
I went up to the road at 5.00am to find no river of water after all. It had begun to drizzle gently some ten minutes AFTER I heard the vehicle splashing down the road... Missus Newton was up and about early in the garden, and I guess could've been the source of the deluge earlier.... Charles has been given the water runoff responsibility since all the work was done on his driveway...*shrugs...
What does it matter if his wekkers uncap the hydrant and water pours down the road? It is for the CAUSE ffs! Why the secrecy and shiftyness? *falls over laughing... Who is it that fills his droogs in on my observations? Peter Williams, Moth Master of Surveillance? Sean Findlay? There are several of Newtons wekkers who have taken to giving me furtive sidelong looks as opposed to the friendly smiles previously given....*laughs..
Somebody is certainly keeping them abreast of the times...*fascinated...
This mornings crit on the Master's Sound FX? After a remarkably good effort at the start, he has alas reverted to running an unbelievable assortment of birdcalls from the same transmitter over by the gumtrees.... As I write, the 'oriole' assaults my ears, before I had barely recovered from the canary repeat nearby....*grins..
I've not forgotten the cacophony of canary song heard briefly from below Shakoors at No. 72 as we whizzed by along Abrey Road. I can only guess that some genius (*winks) decided it masks the Wireless Song? Raftery Road will have their own orchestra belting out and their Controller sits in a house bought by Earl Michael Barnabas, Druglord and Ruler of the Zone with his buds the Rotten Apples....*shrugs and waves to Lloyd the Innocent...
You see kiddo, you may be finding all this cloak and dagger stuff extremely exciting, but at the close of day, the dude employed by Barnabas is listening and watching YOUR home and YOUR stuff... Tread carefully... It will only take one remark overheard by YOUR Controller to have a family member hijacked at the gates or worse....
Shooting M was a message to you all, and you would be wise to bear that in mind...*beams and waves to Lazzie....
Later
If they could have been bothered, the actors in the staged performance at Siripat field had the opportunity to carry home the top awards at their next prize-giving (sponsored by such luminaries as Barnabas and Koobair the Squat) *lawls...
It was not to be however..... the no-longer-chubby-faced Lazarus stuck to his Method acting and like a cigar store indian, his performance was sadly wooden....*roffels... Apart from mastering the art of smug complacency, this young man would do well to consider attending a summer camp, if he is planning on following the Molester up the ladder to success....*winks...
I stopped by M's for a chat this morning. Basically to keep her Monitor, little Brian next door, on his toes...*cackles... How are those eavesdropping skillz coming along dude? I'm sure extra lessons with the Lout of my Life can be arranged if need be? Infesting her sons PCs is one thing, but the audio monitoring is a whole new ballgame is it not? *laughing..
Has a flock of canaries (sp) arrived at the adjacent Barns Road Field yet to drown out the Wireless Song? *falls over cackling.. Another huge and deliberate runoff was clearly visible at the foot of this house in Capell Road this morning. Right next door to this house that has regular noisy gatherings.... More properties owned by Barnabas I'm betting....*curious..
I arrived home to the reassuring sight of this SAPS Patrol bakkie parked over under the gumtrees, as this officer appeared to be busy with paperwork on the bonnet.
It is always a pleasure to see a visible police presence in an area where the statistics show, crime has escalated dramatically over recent weeks. Headsup dudes! *beams..
My Controller's unusual and easily recognizable voice carries from his front deck as it mingles with the merry voices of his chommies...*grins... A happy sound as he bides his time waiting till he's given the all-clear to resume the attacks? My guess would be a resounding yes....*cackles...
At 5.00am on the dot, my ears are squeezed by immense pressure. Something activated, or pure imagination...? *shrugs...
Sunday 2nd November at 3.35am...
It stormed during the night. Right now the rain has stopped and the stars are out. A kurrikane thrush sings it's solo song comfortably as the Wireless Song floats noisily from the convent. At 3.50am Sophie flies off the bed flapping her ears frantically.... Mites or pressure? *rubs it's burning eyes...
I sense dear Bali struggles mightily to control his baton...*roffels rudely.... The temptation to unleash the canarys and several other unidentifiable LBJ's is overwhelming him....*laughing... Instead he briefly tries an odd ticking sound nearby.... With time and patience (both in short supply), he could get good at this...*beams... Can Bali's Little Helpers move the transmitters? Or are they so small they can't now be found?
The array of different birds that apparently share the same clump of bushes by the gumtrees is astonishing! Whatever the purpose of this latest exercise other than pure entertainment, nothing can detract from the Wireless Song in the background...*smiles..
Later
The sun is an inch below the horizon at 5.15am and still the MTB runs its enormous array of lights out across the suburbs of Durban...*gags... The crass threats of increased powercuts should residents not save electricity, persist.
This arrogance will grow as the sheep blindly and obligingly do as they are told....
Later
I was pulling weeds outside just after 8.00am when I swear I saw a Cape canary. Though my eyeballs have almost bled with the looking, this will be the first I've seen since my Controller's foray into the world of Nature began...*grins..
Did the split second sighting cause me to doubt myself as I so often do? That would have to be a no in this instance...*beams.
The knives are still out over in efnets trivia channel, and the bot's pointed questions and answers still cause my Master's fanboyz and girlz to wriggle with delight...*cackles..
It takes a rare breed to expend so much time and energy on such a negative exercise....*pats Colin Balliram on his rapidly thinning thatch....
With no hope of salvation, that could at a stretch, also apply to my own situation and I'm not unaware of this...*lawls..
It's a beautiful day here in the valley as the clouds begin to roll in again from the south. A bright orange butterfly just went by the window and the wind is picking up fast.
Later
More kudos are due our Controller. The power was cut to the TV at about 11.15am and it also shut the desk fan off on a different jackpoint. The GameWrecker didn't lose his internet connection, however the power also went up in the garage...
A little creativity being displayed by Allen Spence's pseudo EE Protege? Get a life mate. I now at least have the excuse of being a bona fide pensioner.... What's yours Bali? *curious...
Peace....
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Sunday 2nd November 2008 at 12.39pm.
