RECKLESS...
(begun Tuesday 11th January at 8.10am..)
Care to tell me why, when the urgent advice from the abahlali was sent yesterday at 2.49pm, it wasn’t in my gmail until this morning, when I logged on a short while ago?
It's common knowledge that I generally access blogger via my gmail account, and I was in there last night to find no sign of either the abahlali mail or the two mails sent me by my kid?
There was more manipulated mischief going down at the Kennedy Road Informal Settlement yesterday, and abahlali had sent out an urgent call for journalists to get over there to record the goings-on. Holding back the mail ensured that I at least, couldn’t raise the alarm, not so Balliram? *hasn’t forgotten the slimy Crumb up at Dodge City for one minute….
Pretty much anything involving our Ward Councillor’s side-kick Jackson Gumede, could very well result in violence… Hopefully the situation was defused (sp) without bloodshed on this occasion, but I would have the abahlali made aware that they cannot rely on their emails arriving in time to avert disaster, as has been clearly demonstrated on this occasion…
LATER at 8.30am
I've just spoken to a friend who lives in Kennedy and she wasn’t even aware of any problems yesterday, so hopefully the matter was resolved quickly and amicably… *sighs…
Though the deliberate corruption and manipulation of my gmail account is the very least of my problems at the moment, it serves to confirm the criminal nature of my Area Controller’s activities, blah blah blah… *yawns…
Our fixed line just rang.. It was one of Bali’s chommies, asking for Capital Air..*grins.. I said for him to try again and told him the number is nothing like ours, and then hung up….As the GW is already online, the best I could do was pull the little phonejack out, to try and break whatever connection the caller had initiated… As anticipated, it had no effect whatsoever, and instead of chirruping as it should when disconnected, the phone remained silent..*winks…
Only pulling the main plug out of the wall jack ever works, and I wasn’t up for a confrontation with the GW by disconnecting him from the Interwebz… *cackles…
LATER at 12.40pm
Any chance of you smuggling a microwave meter to an old toad? Something that may at least convince a few of you sceptics out there to finally believe we ARE being barbecued on high by the criminal element running the Project down here in the Zone….
Just kidding! *falls over..
When the Rocket Scientist once mentioned that he suspected adjustments may be being made at specific masts he had planned ahead of time to visit, you may begin to see the advantage of the invisible cameras and wireless ‘nunus’ saturating our area….
Nothing moves here that isn't noted one way or another… Nothing. There is absolutely no way I would ever be given a true reading of the EMR in our home, or in Sue the Book’s or B.Snr’s for that matter.. If there is a way of getting past this total surveillance, I don’t see it…
OTOH, if Leonard Els wished to test the radiation levels in my system, I'd be all too willing to oblige..
Even if the truth of such tests were kept to a small close-mouthed few, and a false readout made public. In this way I would feel truly a part of the Crusade towards the Big Society, albeit only as a stricken LabRat… *grins…
LATER at 1.20pm
*The BackFire frequency has just arrived full-on, as I’m typing out this blog in Word*
I was up twenty minutes ago to do the gates, after which I came down and fetched my camera.. CHECK the streetlight outside the Good Man’s palace at No. 16.. Not just one, but two ladders leaning against it, and a handful of droogs kitted out in one of the dozens of company logos created to fool you… *winks..
This one says S N RETIC and the van’s Registration No is ND 652 353. Doubtless hired for the job and untraceable.. Are all these little companies genuine? Or are they simply made up, and stickon/peel off letters used to change the overalls appearance when necessary?
Why does Vivien Reddy’s name spring to mind as a possible architect of these pseudo-electrical outfits that have been popping up in every suburb over the last few years? *teeth… Is Mistuh Reddy the creator of these handy, freshly created businesses, used so effectively to muddy the waters?
It would be pointless flapping my wrinkled hand in Major-General Johan Booysen’s direction, as he will be up to his ears working on cases given him by our Head of Intelligence, and dissuaded from hunting the likes of Mr. Reddy…
Besides I've an idea that Reddy and Sutcliffe are buddies, (you hate corruption Mikey? Riight!) which would put him safely in the untouchable category…*shrugs…
I've waited like the proverbial sacrificial lamb since the GW left half an hour ago, for my Controller to crank up the BackFire frequency as he's been wont to do, in true cowardly fashion.. He hasn’t done it yet, and therefore he must be engaged in something rather more diverting for the moment.. *waits stoically…
LATER at 2.50pm
I've just been in and updated my blog for the second time today, this time with Trapped Like a Rabbit.. The BackFire frequency remained quiet right up until the audible thump behind the telly announced that I had my Controller's full attention.. Since then it's stayed running on high… *wipes streaming eyes…
Who is it that piggybacks in on the mybroadband Newsletter, but no longer even bothers to update it? *interested.. It's had the same subject line for over a month.. Sloppyness… *spits…
Why the rush to come on in while I'm still updating my blog?
Why not wait and read it once I've hit the final Publish?
Does someone want to make sure it's 'edited' before going out in the Public domain, or has that since been disallowed? Do my words sometimes cause a hasty huddled conference, in order to collectively refute my latest allegations? *laughing…
LATER at 4.30pm
The Barnard Road, Mayville cellmast is like, four times further away from us, than Tracey’s home is to the iBurst Mast, though it's visible through the trees, despite it's hideous disguise…
Bearing that in mind, can you begin to guess at the levels of EMR that are being flooded into our home to convert a ThickSkin to a ThinSkin with such ease?
Sure, it took that much longer for it to have an effect on the GW, but I'd say concentrated and determined effort won the day in the end…
Back in 2005, when we bore the brunt of the mast ‘adjustments’, and Bali's fumbling attempts to control it's output via computer, the GW was safely at the office over in Mt. Edgecombe, and would leave home early and only arrive back most days, after dark.
It's really only since he’s retired and spends so much more time at home that our Area Controller has been able to make such astonishing inroads against the GW’s natural defences, and I guess Bali’s been keeping a careful chart of what works best against the old man, and what has such astonishing success on me…
The fat little dog hasn’t escaped either, and over the last year has taken to having ‘turns’.. Suddenly, whether she's been asleep and wakes, or is already awake, she will begin to appear totally disoriented and her eyes will glaze over and she will stagger a bit, and look for all the world like she’s about to pop her clogs… I generally just pat her and speak quietly until it passes and she recovers, but I guess there's little doubt that at that point she's being interfered with via the frequencies, and that that’s also what has her going under my bed so often….
The RF Specialist knows this to be the truth, and I care nothing if the rest of you continue to scoff… *shrugs…
Any of you able to go and find whether the S N RETIC company is a properly registered entity and if so, who was it Registered by? The Muni’s Electricity Department or Vivien Reddy? If you're not interested, you darned well should be, even if you are among the elite Chosen…
When realisation finally strikes home, the hardest hit will be those who have considered themselves intellectuals, and as such, impossible to con.. *looks at Ian…
It's now 4.55pm and the remote has just chirruped next door, followed by a brief burst of house alarm…
Someone called Rabindranath Tagore apparently said; Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them.. Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it’ and I guess that’s something to aspire to..
Peace..
---oOo---
Wednesday 12th January 2011 at 10.40am…
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
TRAPPED LIKE A RABBIT....
(begun Monday 10th January at 1.45pm....)
Desperate to get his rocks off in any way he can, the DirtBag had the BackFire frequency flooding our home since after 10am…(It’s just the pain talking here guys – I’m really a pussycat) *falls over laughing…
Did you check out the leaner, meaner version of the Arch-Criminal Sutcliffe, in yesterday’s Tribune? *At this point, as I type initially into Word, my harddrive suddenly tells me I have company* Apparently totally unconcerned by the allegations made on Leon Chetty's website, and looking surprisingly confident that he’ll be invited to stay on as City Manager, you have to wonder…
Has he been granted access to a whole bunch of Leverage files, recently? Personal files that he can use to blackmail the right people into seeing he’s reinstated, once this stint is over? He has the same smug look on his face that Glenn Agliotti generally wears, and most likely for the same reasons…
Access to explosive private information, stolen via the Big Brother technology, that can be used to ensure he’s kept on, instead of being thrown into jail where he belongs? I’m guessing he has the ‘means’ to get support and backing from the likes of his friends the Millionaire Metro Cop Sbu Mpisane and the Race-horse owner Roy Moodley, just for starters…*finger down throat…
Where does good old Jacqui Subban fit into the picture? As a useful go-between, does she herself collect the Leverage files from Barnabas or Schabir and see that they're handed to the smirking Town Clerk? * ahh – there goes the familiar thump in the wireless cable behind the telly, as my dear Master arrives*
I was just up the top to hold the gates against the wind while the GW left, when I spied an enormous vehicle pulling out of the little access road leading down to Kasim’s at No. 2… CAM-WATER? A high-pressure hose solution to try and sort out the ongoing blockage to the stormwater drains at the foot of the valley ? Wayne?
I only need think of the huge web of lies emanating from both Eskom and the Water Department to feel a flush of rage coming on…
Did you miss when I told you the first hundred times that the so-called power shortage is entirely due to the need for the country to be saturated by Wireless-friendly signal enhancers? So you should stress about ways to save on your electricity supply, so that ultimately the PTB can violate your Right to Privacy… *snorts…
The same with the much touted looming water crisis. Water shedding is a reality, and yet you accept it meekly, in return for the uncapped broadband access to your WUG… Sies…
Tuesday 11th January at 5.55am…
It would've been fairly soon after I began admitting my vulnerability to the different frequencies, that it would've been carefully explained to the Sadist he had no longer any need to deliberately mess with our computer or telly, or to jam our appliances…
Who was it that finally got through to him to concentrate instead on employing the most debilitating of these frequencies, if he wished to feed his perverted obsession? Any ideas Jannie? *winks…
An area of accusations far harder to prove than the obvious and deliberate mischief caused to our electrical assets. Though he is most definitely a mean-spirited bastard, our Controller was certainly advised in this particular matter and there are many possible suspects… Not the least of whom would be one of the very few qualified Electrical Engineers that chose to remain in the country, and use his expertise to increase his fortunes… *waves to Allen Spence, Uber-Superintendent of Electricity for Durban and Surrounds…
But no – While he would assuredly have given the thumbs-up to this latest means of attack, I very much doubt the idea was his…
Come now, admit it – You don’t feel the pain I'm experiencing, and therefore can shrug it off with ease? Even I have to smile at my own stupidity… That I considered for even one minute that my mouth could extricate me from the situation I'm in, is pretty hilarious…
I've said all along that were I to begin to make any sense here on this blog, the attacks would increase, and I guess the proof is in the pudding…*grins…
I’m cornered now, like a rat in a trap, and there won't be any last minute reprieve, that’s fosho….
The waves of heat that came off the monitor so often, the dull brick-red faces, the agonising burning hands and broken wrists and the nausea experienced, were just the tentative beginnings of the end, were they not? *looks at Rezah with interest….
The GW started out as a ThickSkin, seemingly impervious to these ministrations.. However, I would have to guess that the increasing problems he’s experiencing with joint pains were due to the carefully increased employment of specific frequencies done in the name of ‘tests’.. *vomits freely…
That our Area Controller continues to employ the BackFire frequency unabated, is a clear indication that he has the backing of his Superiors, and in this case I would guess, rather more than just the low-life Druglord, Barnabas and the Mob….
Is Professor Leonard Els aware of our little band of guinea-pigs here in the Zone? Was he informed as far back as 2004 that we were to be among the first to experience the full glare of the unregulated wireless frequencies? Was his scientific curiosity piqued by the conversion of an orphanage to a mini-base station, ensuring that he had a group of very young test-dummies to study as well?
I bear the RF Specialist no ill-will at all.. He is merely doing the job he was destined to do, and personalities are not in the equation, though it must be a bonus when the particular Labrat in question is of the totally unpleasant variety? *winks horribly…
Sadly, I don’t think the headaches being experienced by the two occupants at No. 33 will cease…
I would suggest that those Unfortunates are merely a part of a set of different tests being run, and that Balliram will be encouraged to continue his efforts to produce a final outcome..
Results that will be clinically added to the documentation of this magnificently grandiose experiment, hey Rezah?
I won't be permitted to join the SA Support Group for victims of exposure to EMR, will I? Not now, not ever! *laughing… Knowing first-hand as I do, of the deliberate employment of criminals, given management status over the technology, will ensure that I'm kept isolated in my own tiny corner, to continue babbling on uselessly… *cackles…
*Another visitor has just arrived on the back of the mybroadband Newsletter. A newsletter that’s subject line hasn't changed in over a month *winks..*
A now, only minor amusement for the slavering hordes of mindless Converted? Still too melodramatic for your tastes? *snorts.. Hell, I know no other way to speak, and if it all boils down to the Truth, so what? My legions of detractors are right in saying that courage and fortitude are a waste of time in this Brave New World.. That honesty and integrity will achieve little more than to draw the attentions of the criminals judiciously employed by the Project Authors…
For how long will Karl Muller and the Part-Time Activist be allowed the freedom to speak out, before they too find themselves as cornered as I am?
The GW is finally sporting an inexplicable rash on his elbow, that simply won't go away…. It can't compare IMO to both my elbows swelling up agonisingly, within weeks of each other, but hey, he’s getting there..Bursitis se GAT!!
At the height of my Area Controller’s BackFire ministrations last night, I suggested aloud to him that I address all my future blogs to his wife, personally…
After all, however vehemently she denies any knowledge of the methods now being used by her SO to impress his Masters and satisfy his own lust, she certainly deserves recognition for her loyal support and the many bailouts she’s provided for Bali, when he’s cocked up so badly… *standing ovation…
There’s nothing personal about these ‘tests’ hey Missus C? It's pure coincidence that the hardest hit of the guinea-pigs down this end have neither the cash nor the connections to buy their way out of the area.. My guess is that you yourself would happily relocate tomorrow, citing my continuing reports as the reason..
Are you absolutely CERTAIN there is no concern for your children involved in your desire to leave the area? By now you'll have realised there is no escape, not for the guinea-pigs your husband tortures unmercifully, or for you and the kids… You're trapped by Balliram’s ego, and whether you like it or not, you're in it for the long run…
I've blogged often enough of the nausea and heightened reactions that occur when I step outside our home.. Were you paying attention, or is burying your head in the sand the only way you survive these days? To assume that you and your girls are safe spending time at say, No. 6 Garbutt Road, would be foolish..
By now the entire area is blanketed by enormous amounts of EMR, and you would have to travel much further afield to escape it's effects…
Scare-mongering? Moi? Though I've made myself quite clear that I consider Colin P Balliram would be at his most fetching, decked out in Correctional Service’s Orange, I have never wished for you to depart…
With an honest and responsible Area Controller running the circuit, who knows, but that this area could once again be a fairly safe place to reside?
Peace..PS Since the thump into the wireless cable the BackFire Frequency is back... No surprises there....
---oOo---
Tuesday 11th January 2011 at 2.33pm.
(begun Monday 10th January at 1.45pm....)
Desperate to get his rocks off in any way he can, the DirtBag had the BackFire frequency flooding our home since after 10am…(It’s just the pain talking here guys – I’m really a pussycat) *falls over laughing…
Did you check out the leaner, meaner version of the Arch-Criminal Sutcliffe, in yesterday’s Tribune? *At this point, as I type initially into Word, my harddrive suddenly tells me I have company* Apparently totally unconcerned by the allegations made on Leon Chetty's website, and looking surprisingly confident that he’ll be invited to stay on as City Manager, you have to wonder…
Has he been granted access to a whole bunch of Leverage files, recently? Personal files that he can use to blackmail the right people into seeing he’s reinstated, once this stint is over? He has the same smug look on his face that Glenn Agliotti generally wears, and most likely for the same reasons…
Access to explosive private information, stolen via the Big Brother technology, that can be used to ensure he’s kept on, instead of being thrown into jail where he belongs? I’m guessing he has the ‘means’ to get support and backing from the likes of his friends the Millionaire Metro Cop Sbu Mpisane and the Race-horse owner Roy Moodley, just for starters…*finger down throat…
Where does good old Jacqui Subban fit into the picture? As a useful go-between, does she herself collect the Leverage files from Barnabas or Schabir and see that they're handed to the smirking Town Clerk? * ahh – there goes the familiar thump in the wireless cable behind the telly, as my dear Master arrives*
I was just up the top to hold the gates against the wind while the GW left, when I spied an enormous vehicle pulling out of the little access road leading down to Kasim’s at No. 2… CAM-WATER? A high-pressure hose solution to try and sort out the ongoing blockage to the stormwater drains at the foot of the valley ? Wayne?
I only need think of the huge web of lies emanating from both Eskom and the Water Department to feel a flush of rage coming on…
Did you miss when I told you the first hundred times that the so-called power shortage is entirely due to the need for the country to be saturated by Wireless-friendly signal enhancers? So you should stress about ways to save on your electricity supply, so that ultimately the PTB can violate your Right to Privacy… *snorts…
The same with the much touted looming water crisis. Water shedding is a reality, and yet you accept it meekly, in return for the uncapped broadband access to your WUG… Sies…
Tuesday 11th January at 5.55am…
It would've been fairly soon after I began admitting my vulnerability to the different frequencies, that it would've been carefully explained to the Sadist he had no longer any need to deliberately mess with our computer or telly, or to jam our appliances…
Who was it that finally got through to him to concentrate instead on employing the most debilitating of these frequencies, if he wished to feed his perverted obsession? Any ideas Jannie? *winks…
An area of accusations far harder to prove than the obvious and deliberate mischief caused to our electrical assets. Though he is most definitely a mean-spirited bastard, our Controller was certainly advised in this particular matter and there are many possible suspects… Not the least of whom would be one of the very few qualified Electrical Engineers that chose to remain in the country, and use his expertise to increase his fortunes… *waves to Allen Spence, Uber-Superintendent of Electricity for Durban and Surrounds…
But no – While he would assuredly have given the thumbs-up to this latest means of attack, I very much doubt the idea was his…
Come now, admit it – You don’t feel the pain I'm experiencing, and therefore can shrug it off with ease? Even I have to smile at my own stupidity… That I considered for even one minute that my mouth could extricate me from the situation I'm in, is pretty hilarious…
I've said all along that were I to begin to make any sense here on this blog, the attacks would increase, and I guess the proof is in the pudding…*grins…
I’m cornered now, like a rat in a trap, and there won't be any last minute reprieve, that’s fosho….
The waves of heat that came off the monitor so often, the dull brick-red faces, the agonising burning hands and broken wrists and the nausea experienced, were just the tentative beginnings of the end, were they not? *looks at Rezah with interest….
The GW started out as a ThickSkin, seemingly impervious to these ministrations.. However, I would have to guess that the increasing problems he’s experiencing with joint pains were due to the carefully increased employment of specific frequencies done in the name of ‘tests’.. *vomits freely…
That our Area Controller continues to employ the BackFire frequency unabated, is a clear indication that he has the backing of his Superiors, and in this case I would guess, rather more than just the low-life Druglord, Barnabas and the Mob….
Is Professor Leonard Els aware of our little band of guinea-pigs here in the Zone? Was he informed as far back as 2004 that we were to be among the first to experience the full glare of the unregulated wireless frequencies? Was his scientific curiosity piqued by the conversion of an orphanage to a mini-base station, ensuring that he had a group of very young test-dummies to study as well?
I bear the RF Specialist no ill-will at all.. He is merely doing the job he was destined to do, and personalities are not in the equation, though it must be a bonus when the particular Labrat in question is of the totally unpleasant variety? *winks horribly…
Sadly, I don’t think the headaches being experienced by the two occupants at No. 33 will cease…
I would suggest that those Unfortunates are merely a part of a set of different tests being run, and that Balliram will be encouraged to continue his efforts to produce a final outcome..
Results that will be clinically added to the documentation of this magnificently grandiose experiment, hey Rezah?
I won't be permitted to join the SA Support Group for victims of exposure to EMR, will I? Not now, not ever! *laughing… Knowing first-hand as I do, of the deliberate employment of criminals, given management status over the technology, will ensure that I'm kept isolated in my own tiny corner, to continue babbling on uselessly… *cackles…
*Another visitor has just arrived on the back of the mybroadband Newsletter. A newsletter that’s subject line hasn't changed in over a month *winks..*
A now, only minor amusement for the slavering hordes of mindless Converted? Still too melodramatic for your tastes? *snorts.. Hell, I know no other way to speak, and if it all boils down to the Truth, so what? My legions of detractors are right in saying that courage and fortitude are a waste of time in this Brave New World.. That honesty and integrity will achieve little more than to draw the attentions of the criminals judiciously employed by the Project Authors…
For how long will Karl Muller and the Part-Time Activist be allowed the freedom to speak out, before they too find themselves as cornered as I am?
The GW is finally sporting an inexplicable rash on his elbow, that simply won't go away…. It can't compare IMO to both my elbows swelling up agonisingly, within weeks of each other, but hey, he’s getting there..Bursitis se GAT!!
At the height of my Area Controller’s BackFire ministrations last night, I suggested aloud to him that I address all my future blogs to his wife, personally…
After all, however vehemently she denies any knowledge of the methods now being used by her SO to impress his Masters and satisfy his own lust, she certainly deserves recognition for her loyal support and the many bailouts she’s provided for Bali, when he’s cocked up so badly… *standing ovation…
There’s nothing personal about these ‘tests’ hey Missus C? It's pure coincidence that the hardest hit of the guinea-pigs down this end have neither the cash nor the connections to buy their way out of the area.. My guess is that you yourself would happily relocate tomorrow, citing my continuing reports as the reason..
Are you absolutely CERTAIN there is no concern for your children involved in your desire to leave the area? By now you'll have realised there is no escape, not for the guinea-pigs your husband tortures unmercifully, or for you and the kids… You're trapped by Balliram’s ego, and whether you like it or not, you're in it for the long run…
I've blogged often enough of the nausea and heightened reactions that occur when I step outside our home.. Were you paying attention, or is burying your head in the sand the only way you survive these days? To assume that you and your girls are safe spending time at say, No. 6 Garbutt Road, would be foolish..
By now the entire area is blanketed by enormous amounts of EMR, and you would have to travel much further afield to escape it's effects…
Scare-mongering? Moi? Though I've made myself quite clear that I consider Colin P Balliram would be at his most fetching, decked out in Correctional Service’s Orange, I have never wished for you to depart…
With an honest and responsible Area Controller running the circuit, who knows, but that this area could once again be a fairly safe place to reside?
Peace..PS Since the thump into the wireless cable the BackFire Frequency is back... No surprises there....
---oOo---
Tuesday 11th January 2011 at 2.33pm.
TWO BIRDS....
(begun Monday 10th January at 1.10am...)
I’ll eventually get round to why I’m up writing at this odd hour, but meantime, here’s a follow-on..
I’d gone out last night to check on that odd rumbling noise, and not seen so much as a distant flicker of lightning..*puzzled… What I could hear, was what sounded like a movie soundtrack coming from der Bunker, and I can't say I've ever heard that before..*yawns…
So, at 9.45pm I’d climbed into bed and waited…. The rumbling began again, but only briefly..
By 10.15pm I put my bedside light back on, when what sounded like a very lengthy and elaborate firework display began, over towards Natal Command. I could see no evidence in the sky at all, but I suspect the source was well hidden behind all the trees…
It reminded me of a similar occasion I’d blogged a few years ago, only that time, industrial strength explosives, disguised as fireworks, had been used over in Sydenham, and it had turned out to be the birthday celebrations of a local Pastor *spews…
A Pastor who’d been given a veteran Merc? by his devoted parishioners as a gift, as well as a mention being made of R100ks…
Last night’s sickening display of noisy opulence will have caused mayhem among the local animals, never mind the neighbours.. Despite the great distance it had even Nobby barking, and Spanky took up the cry anxiously shortly afterwards… Further away I could hear the terrified barks of a big dog reacting to the occasional deep *booms!* exploding… Ag, who gives a tinker’s anyways… *belches…
Right now my Master is on full alert… Actually no – make that semi-alert… I hear his version of the wireless song being stopped and started erratically out there, so he’s probably still stoned from his social gathering last night.. (Empty bed again Tamara? Or you’ve grown so used to it, you wouldn’t notice one way or the other?)
Which brings me to this early hour…
At 12.50am I woke to find I was peeing in the bed. Something that happened more times than I care to remember, last year and the year before, to both of us.. *eyeroll… I’d thought we were both too young to go the incontinence route, but had accepted it as unfortunate and moved on..
Neither of us has had an ‘accident’ for a long time, up until a few hours ago…
As it happens, it's no trainsmash, as, along with Cloud 9, I'd forked out for a larnie ground-sheet due to Millie’s habit of frequently flooding….
So it didn’t take long before I was tucked up again happily, when the BackFire frequency suddenly kicked in bigtime..*nods to the Poor Sod…
My little mishap anything to do with you, oh Perverted One? After all, you were reading the list of symptoms at emrffsa over my shoulder last night, and will have seen that incontinence was listed? *grins… I had no reason to sleep through my urge to go to the loo, or did I? *fascinated….
I don’t recall blogging previously of this once embarrassing development, but things have changed radically now, and you will get to share everything, whether it grosses you out or not…
Odds are that our Area Controller will insist he was in Dreamland at this hour.. Something I may have been persuaded to suck down, were it not for the erratic and odd behaviour of the Wireless song outside my windows.. It fades and increases with no pattern at all, and even stops completely now and then.. A sure sign that it is being manipulated, even as I scribble here.. *nods..
In return for what I strongly suspect is Balliram’s orchestrated mischief, I shall do the Telecoms Agent a favour at this point… *curtseys….
It was apparent from the video footage I watched last night at emrffsa, that Jannie is prone to more than his fair share of moles… (No, not infiltration Agents dear – the ones on your face).. I too have one too many of those little beggers, though I can't compete with you….
How ironic that in your particular field of work you sport so many of these temperamental buggers, for I'll wager that you don’t need excessive amounts of sun to waken one or more of them at any given time…
Did your designers program you with the ability to experience stress? *studies Janneman closely… They certainly held back on Compassion, so it wouldn’t surprise me to find that stress is a concept foreign to you as well… If not, and you’ve experienced several sweaty moments since the Craigavon fiasco, may I recommend you keep a close eye on your many ‘beauty-spots?’..
Though excess sun certainly doesn’t help, I can attest to the fact that it was stress, and stress alone, that woke the now grossly disfiguring Millie and her sisters some ten years ago, and you certainly wouldn’t want to repeat the choices I made… *winks…
Your excessive exposure to microwaves (unavoidable in your field) combined with any form of anxiety, could trigger an angry reaction from a mole or two, so if I may suggest that you spare some time from your Recruitment and Damage Control endeavours to check your own health regularly? *beams kindly at the great Strategist….
You may thank my Area Controller personally for my concern over your well-being.. If it wasn’t for his determined mischief-making, I doubt I'd be sitting here now, and by the morning my shocking short-term memory loss would’ve have had your moles disappear from my mind completely… *grins…
There you go Balliram! Two birds with one stone? I've helped the Telecoms Agent, and made sure you get the kudos you so richly deserve…*staggers off back to Cloud 9..
LATER at 2.45am…
Dear Sister Stephen would be SO disappointed in me, for I confess that I'm filled with what can only be described as unholy glee! *purple…. I've been laying there resting my burning eyes (another box checked on the list and blogged many times over the years) as our Controller idly activates the BackFire frequency and then deactivates it… Small pleasures are the best, Master Mine?
Who took the video footage of the mast from Tracey’s home? Do you remember where you were standing? Head back to the exact spot and tell me if all those trees surrounding the base of the tower are still intact… Are they on Ms. Dorny’s property or the Muni graveyard? Yes – I think it's important. For I will aver that when the mast comes down, the trees will follow soon afterwards.. Are there buildings beyond the mast site?
For if there are, the trees will probably be removed and the distant buildings adorned with the ‘special’ signal enhancers … Those that cut through brick and mortar with ease (Check HERE at this beauty on the Recreation Centre Wall). They will need DLOS to a certain extent, but certainly don’t seem to depend on it…
Though Karl Muller is still on about the masts, it's far worse than that.. It’s the unqualified laymen now given computer control over these masts and the power lines that he should be concentrating on… Slow down?
Don’t tell me you packed in the search for the Craigavon/Fourways Area Controller simply because the Strategist agreed to the mast coming down? Maybe try the IT expert over at the Fourways copshop, to get clues as to who is running the show? Is there a LAN right there, and who is the Administrator of said LAN, and where do they live…?
The smallest of things to go on, but I recall Ms Dorny saying she was getting crud on her computer at home during the debacle.. That’s about all it took to have me believe her Area Controller is no skydog, but a clone of the Rubbish we've been assigned down here…
A dangerously irresponsible spliff-smoking, quite possibly connected to the local Mob, criminal, in fact….
Until you’ve tracked him/her down, Ms. Dorny and her fellow residents are far from out of the woods, tower or no tower… *sighs…
The bigger the WUG, the further the signal can jump and the Craigavon residents certainly don’t have to be in sight of the mast to feel it's effects… So tellus – are those trees that surround the base of the Mast, still intact? *interested…..
LATER at 6.35am..
That last think turned into some serious zz’s, and I had a great lie-in… I dreamed that dream again… Only this time, we were up in my mum’s old house at no. 74, and there was a crowd enjoying themselves in the lounge, when my sister called me outside the front to help her change a tyre? *falls over..
She’d just gotten to work, when my old lady strolled in the front garden gate smiling, and I nudged S and said look, she’s not dead… I had to repeat myself twice before she looked up, and then I went over and hugged my mum and woke up blubbing happily…
It’s a really nice, if odd, recurring dream that I have every now and then, for no apparent reason at all… *beams and rubs it’s still burning eyes…
The humidity right at this minute is pretty typical of Durban in January, which is to say sucky in the extreme..
The patches of blue sky that were visible earlier, have done a runner, and real thunder is rolling out there….
I think again of how easily I dismissed the emrffsa.org site and cringe for the last time..
See, you can't know how many of those symptoms I'm familiar with, that have had me thinking I was falling apart, and that couldn’t possibly be related to being microwaved in my own home… *snorts…
Also, it appears there are more of us speaking out than just me and Tracey, though the link from emrffsa to the SA Support Group doesn’t work, and I'm baffled, unless it's an off-shoot of the mast-victims site?
I posted in the Suggestions Forum at mybroadband last night, and minutes later found our TV screen had been slammed off.. By 8pm as I sat at the PC, the BackFire frequency had my eyes and nose running, as our Network Admin vented his frustration.. *shrugs painfully…
Are you as happy as I am today? Peace..
---oOo---
Tuesday 11th January 2011 at 11.11am..
(begun Monday 10th January at 1.10am...)
I’ll eventually get round to why I’m up writing at this odd hour, but meantime, here’s a follow-on..
I’d gone out last night to check on that odd rumbling noise, and not seen so much as a distant flicker of lightning..*puzzled… What I could hear, was what sounded like a movie soundtrack coming from der Bunker, and I can't say I've ever heard that before..*yawns…
So, at 9.45pm I’d climbed into bed and waited…. The rumbling began again, but only briefly..
By 10.15pm I put my bedside light back on, when what sounded like a very lengthy and elaborate firework display began, over towards Natal Command. I could see no evidence in the sky at all, but I suspect the source was well hidden behind all the trees…
It reminded me of a similar occasion I’d blogged a few years ago, only that time, industrial strength explosives, disguised as fireworks, had been used over in Sydenham, and it had turned out to be the birthday celebrations of a local Pastor *spews…
A Pastor who’d been given a veteran Merc? by his devoted parishioners as a gift, as well as a mention being made of R100ks…
Last night’s sickening display of noisy opulence will have caused mayhem among the local animals, never mind the neighbours.. Despite the great distance it had even Nobby barking, and Spanky took up the cry anxiously shortly afterwards… Further away I could hear the terrified barks of a big dog reacting to the occasional deep *booms!* exploding… Ag, who gives a tinker’s anyways… *belches…
Right now my Master is on full alert… Actually no – make that semi-alert… I hear his version of the wireless song being stopped and started erratically out there, so he’s probably still stoned from his social gathering last night.. (Empty bed again Tamara? Or you’ve grown so used to it, you wouldn’t notice one way or the other?)
Which brings me to this early hour…
At 12.50am I woke to find I was peeing in the bed. Something that happened more times than I care to remember, last year and the year before, to both of us.. *eyeroll… I’d thought we were both too young to go the incontinence route, but had accepted it as unfortunate and moved on..
Neither of us has had an ‘accident’ for a long time, up until a few hours ago…
As it happens, it's no trainsmash, as, along with Cloud 9, I'd forked out for a larnie ground-sheet due to Millie’s habit of frequently flooding….
So it didn’t take long before I was tucked up again happily, when the BackFire frequency suddenly kicked in bigtime..*nods to the Poor Sod…
My little mishap anything to do with you, oh Perverted One? After all, you were reading the list of symptoms at emrffsa over my shoulder last night, and will have seen that incontinence was listed? *grins… I had no reason to sleep through my urge to go to the loo, or did I? *fascinated….
I don’t recall blogging previously of this once embarrassing development, but things have changed radically now, and you will get to share everything, whether it grosses you out or not…
Odds are that our Area Controller will insist he was in Dreamland at this hour.. Something I may have been persuaded to suck down, were it not for the erratic and odd behaviour of the Wireless song outside my windows.. It fades and increases with no pattern at all, and even stops completely now and then.. A sure sign that it is being manipulated, even as I scribble here.. *nods..
In return for what I strongly suspect is Balliram’s orchestrated mischief, I shall do the Telecoms Agent a favour at this point… *curtseys….
It was apparent from the video footage I watched last night at emrffsa, that Jannie is prone to more than his fair share of moles… (No, not infiltration Agents dear – the ones on your face).. I too have one too many of those little beggers, though I can't compete with you….
How ironic that in your particular field of work you sport so many of these temperamental buggers, for I'll wager that you don’t need excessive amounts of sun to waken one or more of them at any given time…
Did your designers program you with the ability to experience stress? *studies Janneman closely… They certainly held back on Compassion, so it wouldn’t surprise me to find that stress is a concept foreign to you as well… If not, and you’ve experienced several sweaty moments since the Craigavon fiasco, may I recommend you keep a close eye on your many ‘beauty-spots?’..
Though excess sun certainly doesn’t help, I can attest to the fact that it was stress, and stress alone, that woke the now grossly disfiguring Millie and her sisters some ten years ago, and you certainly wouldn’t want to repeat the choices I made… *winks…
Your excessive exposure to microwaves (unavoidable in your field) combined with any form of anxiety, could trigger an angry reaction from a mole or two, so if I may suggest that you spare some time from your Recruitment and Damage Control endeavours to check your own health regularly? *beams kindly at the great Strategist….
You may thank my Area Controller personally for my concern over your well-being.. If it wasn’t for his determined mischief-making, I doubt I'd be sitting here now, and by the morning my shocking short-term memory loss would’ve have had your moles disappear from my mind completely… *grins…
There you go Balliram! Two birds with one stone? I've helped the Telecoms Agent, and made sure you get the kudos you so richly deserve…*staggers off back to Cloud 9..
LATER at 2.45am…
Dear Sister Stephen would be SO disappointed in me, for I confess that I'm filled with what can only be described as unholy glee! *purple…. I've been laying there resting my burning eyes (another box checked on the list and blogged many times over the years) as our Controller idly activates the BackFire frequency and then deactivates it… Small pleasures are the best, Master Mine?
Who took the video footage of the mast from Tracey’s home? Do you remember where you were standing? Head back to the exact spot and tell me if all those trees surrounding the base of the tower are still intact… Are they on Ms. Dorny’s property or the Muni graveyard? Yes – I think it's important. For I will aver that when the mast comes down, the trees will follow soon afterwards.. Are there buildings beyond the mast site?
For if there are, the trees will probably be removed and the distant buildings adorned with the ‘special’ signal enhancers … Those that cut through brick and mortar with ease (Check HERE at this beauty on the Recreation Centre Wall). They will need DLOS to a certain extent, but certainly don’t seem to depend on it…
Though Karl Muller is still on about the masts, it's far worse than that.. It’s the unqualified laymen now given computer control over these masts and the power lines that he should be concentrating on… Slow down?
Don’t tell me you packed in the search for the Craigavon/Fourways Area Controller simply because the Strategist agreed to the mast coming down? Maybe try the IT expert over at the Fourways copshop, to get clues as to who is running the show? Is there a LAN right there, and who is the Administrator of said LAN, and where do they live…?
The smallest of things to go on, but I recall Ms Dorny saying she was getting crud on her computer at home during the debacle.. That’s about all it took to have me believe her Area Controller is no skydog, but a clone of the Rubbish we've been assigned down here…
A dangerously irresponsible spliff-smoking, quite possibly connected to the local Mob, criminal, in fact….
Until you’ve tracked him/her down, Ms. Dorny and her fellow residents are far from out of the woods, tower or no tower… *sighs…
The bigger the WUG, the further the signal can jump and the Craigavon residents certainly don’t have to be in sight of the mast to feel it's effects… So tellus – are those trees that surround the base of the Mast, still intact? *interested…..
LATER at 6.35am..
That last think turned into some serious zz’s, and I had a great lie-in… I dreamed that dream again… Only this time, we were up in my mum’s old house at no. 74, and there was a crowd enjoying themselves in the lounge, when my sister called me outside the front to help her change a tyre? *falls over..
She’d just gotten to work, when my old lady strolled in the front garden gate smiling, and I nudged S and said look, she’s not dead… I had to repeat myself twice before she looked up, and then I went over and hugged my mum and woke up blubbing happily…
It’s a really nice, if odd, recurring dream that I have every now and then, for no apparent reason at all… *beams and rubs it’s still burning eyes…
The humidity right at this minute is pretty typical of Durban in January, which is to say sucky in the extreme..
The patches of blue sky that were visible earlier, have done a runner, and real thunder is rolling out there….
I think again of how easily I dismissed the emrffsa.org site and cringe for the last time..
See, you can't know how many of those symptoms I'm familiar with, that have had me thinking I was falling apart, and that couldn’t possibly be related to being microwaved in my own home… *snorts…
Also, it appears there are more of us speaking out than just me and Tracey, though the link from emrffsa to the SA Support Group doesn’t work, and I'm baffled, unless it's an off-shoot of the mast-victims site?
I posted in the Suggestions Forum at mybroadband last night, and minutes later found our TV screen had been slammed off.. By 8pm as I sat at the PC, the BackFire frequency had my eyes and nose running, as our Network Admin vented his frustration.. *shrugs painfully…
Are you as happy as I am today? Peace..
---oOo---
Tuesday 11th January 2011 at 11.11am..
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