WHEN IT'S DARK ENOUGH, YOU CAN SEE THE STARS...
(begun Saturday 22nd January at 4.15am..)
And suddenly, a car alarm goes off nearby.. B.Snr? Monty? My Area Controller’s nunu continues to grind on ceaselessly outside.. So, tellus Bali? Will I hear at some point that a car was broken into? Do you still insist that there aren't monitoring devices saturating every inch of the Crescent and Garbutt Road? *falls over laughing…
Give it up dewd… You’re as crooked as the day is long, and you continue to hide your real activities behind some BS agenda you claim to have been given by your Superiors…. Such a small thing is that car alarm, but unless you tell your colleagues that it was you that inadvertently set it off five minutes ago (easily achieved I'm sure), you should be able to report on just who was up in the road at this hour, if anyone? Not?
I’d connected to the Internet earlier than usual yesterday afternoon. At 4.40pm I signed in to browse mybb.. At 4.46pm Bali’s remote chirruped. The TV was still on behind me. Both at 5.25pm, and one minute later, his remote sounded again, and I turned round to find our telly screen blacked out..*snorts…
Hell, I've no idea what elaborate stories he cooks up for you, if any at all, but the fact remains that he controls every aspect of our power supplies, as much as he ever did.. Thank heavens you’re much too sharp for this ever to happen to you… *cackles…
Maybe when the time comes they’ll be up front with you, and say that although Jimmy (your WUG Area Controller) hasn’t an EE degree, he runs the power supplies via a fail-safe computer program, and if any of your electrical assets should bite the dust, you’ll be fully compensated?
A small risk to take in return for your gilt-edged invite to join the Elite? *looks at the Scrabble-Player.. Has your life not improved one way or the other, astonishingly, since you were invited to join the WUG? Sure it has.. Joey’s hasn’t, but then he’s just a dog FFS.. A dog whose ears and jaw will doubtless ache inexplicably and frequently from now on, much like mine..*grins…
Speaking of which – As I turned up into Garbutt yesterday morning, my entire jaw began to ache, and the sensation stuck with me on and off for most of the day, never mind the foul BF frequency enabled…
Whatever frequency caused that to happen, is out there for you all to share, and probably won't lead to a spate of terminal cancers… But you can rest assured that Chosen or not, you ARE being exposed to crazy doses of EMR, randomly activated by the Druglord’s hand-picked employee, in the name of progress…
Chances are you’ll survive and flourish.. You know the symptoms to watch for, that will tell you whether your natural defences have been breached, turning you into a sub-standard ThinSkin…
Should this unlikely event occur, I'm blank as to how you should proceed, and I guess you’ll find you’re on your own, in more ways than one.. Maybe you'll have better luck at joining the SA Support Group?
LATER AT 6.15AM
I couldn’t find a baby green cabbage at the shops, so I've just cooked him up some red cabbage instead, for his lunch.. Will he mind? Priscilla? *waves towards the Bluff…
Why did young halicon LOL so swiftly, when I suggested to him in gmail chat that he may on occasion be acting as a proxy for my Area Controller? Did he volunteer to be a GateKeeper, and if so, for which Team? Come hal, stand for a second where I'm standing right now, and you will see that anything is possible… No? Can't say I blame you.. *grins..
If in fact your presence is the reason I'm not being subjected to quite so much crud, as I attempt to blog, then I thank you for it..*curtseys in case…
If not, and you're there to protect the Project from my words, then good luck to you, you're in for a boring job, as I'm no more a threat now, than I was when I began blogging….
Godschild is a reasonable man.. Did he ever suggest that it would take him all of five minutes of conversation with me, to clear up my doubts and misconceptions? Did he ever say this out loud in the privacy of his own home? Was he ever subsequently told that I wasn’t to be engaged in conversation at all, if possible? Who reiterated that I am a notorious mischief-maker and to be avoided at all costs?
The PTB were right to drag their heels before issuing an Invite to the Scrabble-Player… He prides himself on his tolerant attitude towards everyone, despite any reputation they may have.. *looks at the Director..
A work-around? There's a huge amount at stake here, so it's vital that my Good Neighbour be led to believe I'm the enemy? Fear not, his thinking had already been coloured long before your efforts were required.. Whether with the help of a whisper here and there, or formed under his own steam, is unknown…
I've a fairly good idea where you and the Principal stand on the matter… It’s a given that Father Gangsta Denker was easily persuaded by the Druglord to allow St. Theresa’s to be rigged up as a mini base Station, and nothing you could do would've changed that.. *shrugs..
On the plus side, was the Government Lotto funded 4-phase upgrade, that was given in return for your compliance.. For all I know, you and the Principal agonised for hours over the possible risks to your innocent charges… Well, that’s what I like to believe anyways… *waves to Jenny…
As it’s turned out, all the assurances you were given that the Wireless Operation presents no danger to the inmates, has proven to be rubbish, and several of the un-Chosen here in the Crescent can attest to this…
Who was it that finally decided the Scrabble-Player would be safer from my prattling were he tucked into the bosom of the local WUG?
Surrounded, much like the Part-Time Activist, by an online Community that would verify at the drop of a hat that I'm a pariah, and to be avoided at all costs?
Am I ahead of myself here? Is there still a chance that he would share the magical Sales Pitch with me, and explain why such a devout young man is content to join a LAN that ultimately answers to a Druglord?
That he doesn’t find the conversion of St. Theresa’s orphanage to a giant Wireless enhancer, obscene, or the fact that even the Sisters haven't been informed of this miracle, disturbing?
LATER at 1.05pm
I was up doing the gates for the GW when His Foulness pulled out, and swept off up the hill.. I swear I heard him call out 'Look Fats! No hands!’ as he went, and sure enough, he'd left the BackFire running uncomfortably high… *shrugs….
Sunday 23rd January at 3.20am..
I've just lit the candles, and almost immediately my ears are squished in a vice, and my 'tinnitis' rises to a scream… *grins and waves… I'd asked my Controller at bedtime, whether he preferred my curtains drawn or open, and he'd not responded, but had kept the BF up to vicious levels.. After a while I decided either way it wouldn’t bother him, so I drew them together and eventually hit the Land of Nod…
Trying to keep him out? Moi? With Telkom’s wireless cable running the length of my house, and him in control of our power supplies? Jy jok vir my..*chokes…
What it does achieve however, is confusion in NunuWorld.. He has the devices planted in front of windows we hardly ever cover with the curtains.. As a result, the poor obsessed Sod will have missed when I staggered through for a pee some time earlier, so you can understand his excitement when I eventually got up and came through to light the candles… *eyeroll…
How’s my personal Medical File doing these days Creep?
My deterioration irritatingly slow, despite your best/worst efforts? Care for an update? As I sit here, my fillings both top and bottom, on the side nearest your house, are drawing attention to themselves quite unpleasantly… WTG!!! The wind is up and noisy, so I'll have to take a raincheck on the wireless song for now…
Anyone seen the Telecoms Agent lately? He’s forging ahead like a steam train, determined to make up for his errors at Craigavon, you can bet on it… Socialising out on the WUGS is an important part of his Agenda… Much like his online Protégé the Cracker, he’ll be offering his help here and there, all the while assessing your worth to the Project.. efnet #trivia, anyone? *sighs….
*Kitz kindly deposited a disgusting hairball under the desk sometime in the night, and I've just inadvertently ‘discovered’ it… Wait.. *goes off to clean up and have a brief heave…*
A ‘democratic’ vote was taken to shut me out of any trivia channel at all, was it not? A similar set-up done with the option to join the emrffsa SA Support Group as well? That’s all we’re worth down here? Jannie’s supporters vs. whom? Has my appalling stupidity resulted in an agreement between both sides FFS?
Maybe it's not such a bad thing after all, as my incoherence here on this blog is trebled out on irc…
In that whole thread extolling the wonders of CFL’s on mybb, did I not see one mention of mercury made.. I'm that thick, maybe I missed where it was said that CFL’s no longer contain any mercury at all? Anyways, it's commendable that you're all doing your bit to save on power, to justify the enormous increase in usage necessary for the WUGS and the Big Brother privacy invasion… *applauds…
LATER at 11.20am
I've just been typing out a draft of the current CPF Minutes into Word, and I finished, only to find the telly screen had been blacked out… *blinks..
WTF did our Network Admin find offensive in the Minutes? Ask him to let you read them (17th January) and decide for yourselves whether they were worthy of a smack to the screen… Go on, I dare you..*cackles…
It’s a deliciously drizzly and cool day here in the Zone, and BackFire or not, I’m happy..
Peace…
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Sunday 23rd January 2011 at 12.40pm.
