IT TAKES TWO.....

(begun Wednesday 2nd September at 9.50am..)

Sophie's only just recovered from her hysteria at the sight of three vervet monkeys making their precarious way along the telephone wire above our valley boundary wall... *grins... I tossed them four bananas from the kitchen.. As long as I don't slip into the habit of feeding them regularly, (a mistake I made not that long ago), I guess they'll keep going as they always have, poor buggers...

There was no nod or smug smile from the youngest Member of the Flame Lily Board of Trustees when I went up to fetch Rotunda from the top earlier. Instead, an angry glare was my due... *winks.. Meneertjie? Nou se ek vir jou wat ek soeveel kere vir die Sagte Drel wat langsaan my woon, gese het.... Julle wou speel, nou speel ek... Ek het geen keuse gehad, en jy? Pfft.... I'd be very interested to know whether your position as Trustee was given on merit, or as a sweetener to get you both to ignore the obvious and willingly work for the Project?
You're affronted that I share things you'd rather keep private? *bite me....

Once I got over my wild attempts to appease my Network Admin. by saying all manner of silly things in the hopes of any leniency at all, I pretty much stopped my grovelling and whining...*teeth... I'm in the business of telling the Truth and always have been, though these days I try and couch my words a little clearer...*mutters...

If, in all the years I've run this blog, I'd been any threat at all to the Authors of the Project, it would've been shut down smartly. I guess someone out there is intrigued enough to hear how the Zone is really run and by whom, or alternatively, I'm still considered fine fodder for the troops entertainment.... *grins...

My word, but the errors I've made along the way! Bad calls simply by letting my crazed mind see things it wanted to see... I still make mistakes regularly. Nonetheless I shan't waver in my assertion that the family up at No. 17 are among the Chosen, and do their bit to promote the signal from their sterling vantage point. I will happily retract should this be proven otherwise... *beams..

LATER at 2.30pm

Predictably, the Twins arrived under our wall about fifteen minutes ago.. Where they found the energy to do a runner on this broiling hot day I don't know.. My Master's boot up their backsides?

I was just getting into the meat of my previous blog, when two wicked cracks sounded behind the bookcase next to the computer desk. They were only minutes apart and no doubt intended to 'voice' my Master's displeasure.. Whether from the cables running under the bookcase along the wall to the Computer or from wiring in the wall itself, I couldn't say...*shrugs.. He's doing that little trick more frequently as his options are gradually being removed....*grins..
Imagine if he had the gonads to actually pop up on my screen and talk to me here! Alas, the Cowardly Bully will continue to stumble about in a rage, dragging the Project down into the mire with him...*belches...

Thursday 3rd August at 3.50am...

The moon is sinking fast behind the Trustee's house, and my Controller's animals are anxious and voicing it... As I write he activates the grinding little electronic device from der Bunker... *snorts.. I'd checked last night from the kid's window to see the tiny red light once again active on his streetlight pole... *shrugs...

I guess I'll have to read Mr. Muller's mail several times to comprehend all that he said, and you can BET on it that the Project Authors already have their printouts of every word he uttered... There simply is no such thing as Confidentiality any more....
The Cellmast Acitivist will long have had his own Network Admin tucked in neatly and quite possibly right next door to his home... Have they activated his house for audio-monitoring yet? So they can hear every word uttered aloud in his own home? I guess your average Reader would find the very idea ludicrous, and that's the beauty of it...*cackles..
How many guys among you have realised that the technology to do this is out there, and it's being used? Forget the automatic derisive comments and sneers and consider how useful this option really is..

Friday 4thSeptember at 3.35am...

The big round SE being installed on my Good Neighbour's garage wall HERE was activating each evening, simultaneously with our streetlight.. I remarked how odd this was on my blog and it's since been adjusted to switch itself on a fraction earlier. *gives itself a Noddy Badge... Whether the strength of the lamp's output has been corrected as well on the streetlights, remains to be seen....*makes a note to check...

We've our next CPF Meeting coming up on Monday and I heard yesterday that for the second time in a row we are to be minus a Chairman...*sighs... I suggested we cancel, but he said not to. A pity, as our numbers are right down due to the Fasting and I'd briefly hoped to attend the Cluster Meeting that's keeping him from Chairing our Forum. Alas, he says his dance card is already full and he will be going with der Kommissar...*blinks and wonders briefly whether any SBV Heist inmates are due for Parole....

We had an uninvited visitor to Ours, yesterday while I was out... I'd gotten back from my first foray to the shops to find Penny looking baffled... She said the Twins had come under the wall earlier and she'd gone straight down and blocked the hole in the wall so Missy P wouldn't head off again into the wilds... By the time I got home she'd noticed that Cola was missing. I checked and finally heard Nobby barking and Cola joined in.
I went up and pushed easily through the Scammers electric gates to find Philip the Sausage's Apprentice, standing in their empty garage, with a cheesy grin on his face...
I said I was old and cross and would klap him next time he came onto our property. I took Cola back home with me...*sniffs...
I called the Sweeper and said that this time the Games had included her gardener jumping my wall to take the little dog, and that it was unacceptable. It was water off a duck's back, and she merely diverted the conversation swiftly to a set of DVD's she had, should I wish to borrow them.. I can't resist her when she's pleasant, and her employee's criminal behaviour might never have taken place! *laughing....

I'd watched Philip arrive for work earlier, kitted out from head to toe in Muni blue, including a matching peak FFS.... By the time I'd gone over to fetch Cola he'd changed into a new looking beige shirt with a new matching floppy hat.. An aspirant Agent? *falls over screaming with mirth...
I've spoken frequently here of the so simple but effective means crooks use to fool residents, by changing their clothes and particularly their headgear... Think about if for a moment... Wouldn't you automatically think it was a different person from a distance?

Philip of course (like his Master) has overdone the garb-changing rule and worn it to the ground..*sighs... His continued attempts to please the Insurance Scammer may ultimately cost him an eye, as I said to Missus C on the monitored and recorded fixed line. (records that may well have been lost or altered should you enquire). Though I doubt that my threat will prevent him accessing our property again when I'm out, as it's just too easy...*shrugs..

I tremble oddly and am nauseous as I write... Could it be the full moon now affecting me physically, or is my Controller lurking only feet away in der Bunker while he once again cranks up the emissions to our house? Ahh.. at precisely this moment his electronic 'insect' pipes up for the first time just outside my window, so I'll leave it to you to decide the reason I'm just a tad off-colour...*laughing...

Unprovable and demented as it sounds, the steadier our power supply has become, the less the attacks to our TV and telephones have been, it was always on the cards that upping the emissions is all that's left to him...*grins.. Well, that and his continued use of his animals as pawns...*snorts... Do I mind? Will I hang over the toilet bowl, dry-heaving and begging for mercy?
I guess by now you know me better than that hey Jannie? *winks...

Have I my Reeboks in hand in readyness for a wild scamper over to the Physics Department? Why no, indeed I'm not in any hurry to access the biggest Telkom Wimax Base Station in the country just yet...*winks... I figure I'll just sit here, Test Dummy that I am, absorbing all the shit my Controller can send me (a not inconsiderable amount I have to say) and wait to see if I do actually turn green...*cackles...
Not-So-Secret Agent Balliram has overdone every facet of his attacks so far.... (Time for Mo to re-write the Manual?) and revealed himself to be every much a gormless idiot as myself...*curtseys....

Will the Google car update reveal the astonishing increase of white signal-enhancing paint now coating so many buildings and rooftops? Skydog? You noticed? *grins...
Is this gigantic Big Brother experiment being approached on different lines in other provinces? The debacle with the smart meters in Blairgowrie must have had Allen Spence in stitches! Did he volunteer his services to sort out the problem, or is he too busy nuking innocents like B. Snr. down here to give up his time..?

You know what to look for FFS! The property nearest the biggest regular water runoffs and nearest cellmast.. The property whose owner works from home and is an IT Specialist... (you could probably buy, oops I mean obtain, a Voters role list from the nearest councillor?) I wouldn't be surprised if it was near a big intersection surrounded by huge overhead lights... Ask residents whether an AirWing chopper is frequently overhead.
Find the area in that suburb where the water pipes constantly 'burst' and where there are techs up the streetlights more often than not. Find the residents who say their power supply had been unstable well before the smart meter fiasco, and you're getting warmer.... Find the business man who'd recently upgraded his home and owns several luxury vehicles.. A contractor with an adult son who spends most of his time at home?

A resident who held loud parties when he first moved in, but who had become strangely quiet and well-behaved in the months preceeding the debacle, as he strained to hear what was being said in his neighbour's homes? I guarantee you'll find a Cracker, totally unqualified in electrical Engineering, who has like my Network Admin., been given control of the power circuit.
If the chaos erupted in Blairgowrie on a Friday or Saturday night, it's always possible the Controller was puffing on a joint when he made the Fatal Error. Cest la vie... *shrugs...

It's all about standards Mo! No time to screen the applicants? Tsk, tsk... Then you'll continue to draw attention to the massive corruption already infesting the Muni's Wireless/Broadband Network System...*shrugs..

Peace...

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Friday 4th September 2009 at 8.54am...