WIDE-EYED INNOCENCE...
(begun Saturday 5th November at 4.45am...)
I've been going through my two previous blogs in an effort to render them comprehensible.. A futile exercise, and with no internet, pretty pointless... No matter, as I regard them as my journal and can refer to them at any point if need be...
If I were to raise my hand and ask the DA Shadow Minister of Police why drug bust operations in Sydenham seldom if ever involve the local station, but are achieved by outside units, would she have an answer for me? Is she aware of the power that our Earl wields here in the Zone, and of his total ownership? I'll take that as a no...
Is Missus K-B aware of the Wireless Surveillance over Powerlines operations? If she isn't, why is she wearing that title FFS? How much of the truth has she been fed, if anything?
At the rate the Trough-Feeders are being outed, I have to guess she's been given an edited version of the Trojan Horse scheme, and that she believes this technological surveillance operation will ultimately bring the Ruling Party to it's knees...Pfftt... *eyeroll...
I was shocked to find yesterday, that my friend from Michan Road is in hospital with cellulitus (sp).. If I were to sit him down and pick his memory banks, would I find that his symptoms had begun overnight in his own home? That the pain would wake him in the early hours, but that it would improve once he'd headed out of the area to work? Balliram? Any ideas, or just the usual pathetic wide-eyed innocence? Speak up lad, I shan't be doing the biting here! Were the attacks on his leg increased to the point where it became mysteriously infected, as both my elbow, and later, my wrist were to become? A phenomenon that my GP simply couldn't explain?
Barking up the wrong tree am I, O Light of My Life?
He certainly fits the criteria you and your buddy Nayager consider to be worthy of 'extra' attentions via their powerlines. A loyal CPF Member, and a truly good person would also fit both the Psycho Admin Head and the Sydenham Heights Rep, would it not? *snarls...
Though the former left our Sector Policing Forum due to inside information that Nayager condoned drug-running and that several of his officers were heavily involved as well.. She wanted no part of the hypocrisy and resigned as Secretary almost immediately.
Is the Good Man over in Michan the latest to be sacrificed to these Sick Thug's appetite for sadism?
LATER at 5.45am
I'm doing it again. Wondering what the likes of Double-Agent Sutcliffe is up to at this precise moment... When he began to hear rumours that one of the guinea-pigs chosen for the H20 trials was shrieking for help, did he settle back down with a smug smile, knowing that no such aid would ever be forthcoming?
Did he reassure himself that his Deep Cover role allowed him to sit back and ignore my outrage?
Is the Racehorse Owner aware that Herr Doktor Sutcliffe isn't really his friend? Sbu Mpisane and his bubbly wife Shawn?
Barnabas would've filled Roy in, way back in 2004, if not earlier, as the Curry Mob were due to play an important role in destabilising the country, while enriching themselves... Do Roy and Mikey surreptitiously wink at one another in the corridors of power, each one knowing secrets about the other and thinking THEY have the upper hand? *choking...
By now the scurvy City Manager regards himself as a Hero of this New Age Technology War and ignores the fact that he's on a par with the lowest criminal rubbish that he employs... *chokes...
Are the telecoms giant's Behavioural Boffs Team not delighted with the way things are panning out just as they'd predicted? How knowledge of, and control over the surveillance technology instils a false sense of omnipotence to the Controllers, to the point where they come to regard themselves as deities?
LATER at 8.30am
Weeding the veggie patch gives me ample time to reminisce, and on this occasion I chuckled to myself at how Balliram's Personal Assistant sought desperately to turn things round at one point, when she found to her horror that her husband no longer took her advice and was letting her down repeatedly by revealing more of his character than was good for their carefully cultivated image...
What did she do? As always I can only guess, but I figure she tried to dress me in her husband's own Stalker outfit, until she realised that it was a pointless exercise, and that he'd crowed too loud and too long of his surveillance and particular obsession...
Right Peggy? *waves to Ms. Allison wildly... You still keep in touch with the Oinker online? FlipDeezy, if I recall correctly? If so, I must commend you on your strong stomach, and your ability to tolerate the totally depraved.... They're lovely people, and I'm demonising a perfectly amiable and honest erm, Cracker? *falls over frothing... Come, come, Peggy... As much as you clearly enjoyed your own online privileges, and displayed a remarkable penchant for cruelty, do I find it hard to believe you continue to deny that you were hoodwinked along with so many other IT 'intellectuals'... *grins...
Man, here I am insisting that wimmen are better at most things than their male counterparts, and you persist in undermining my efforts? While I'm not exactly a shining example myself, have I not grovelled and scraped to make amends? Ag, I bet it's the 'once a Fool, always a Fool' thing that clings to me, no matter what I do...
Dare I suggest that if I have a saving grace it's that I'm a Good Fool? And you yourself, Ms. Allison? Where do you stand in all of this? Can you still tell the difference? You SURE of that?
Who was it that was tasked to introduce the Trojan Horse concept to the Part-Time Political Activist?
Did young halicon turn Double-Agent for the event, and feign a fall-out with the Strategist to gain her confidence? Despite the errors he's made, Jannie van Zyl is still top of the range when it comes to the Telkom Puppeteers, and he still plays many of you like a violin..
For every misgiving you may experience, like magic he will pop up to reassure you and remove your fears, ne Janneman?
He will insist that there's no way YOUR home would ever be flooded with huge levels of unregulated wireless frequencies via YOUR powerlines.. That is, unless he's not 100% certain that you've bought his careful spiel, in which case he will have your Area Controller activate the system to Eavesdrop on your private conversations until he's happy you're no threat to his theatrics... *shrugs...
LATER at 1.30pm
So our internet was finally restored earlier today, and I was able to update my blogs.. *curtseys...
One things for sure - I'd make your 99 year-old grandmother look like a speed freak... Slow ain't the half of it... *sighs...
Does Balliram still pretend he needs an excuse to whack me, or damage my assets? There I was, watering the cabbages, when I saw that monstrous light suddenly switched off and I automatically gave it the finger... Now tellus if you would - Who was in the bedroom next to that light, and who stuck their hand up and pulled the curtains back and didn't bother returning my subsequent wave ? *curious..
Could it have been the little woman whose cruel games I've excused for the most part, all these years? Could she have muttered to the Sadist that the old witch showed HER the finger, and that that stupid assumption was the reason Pigman spiked my lawnmower to death, and took down our internet?
Let me ask first off how I could possibly know that room was occupied in the first place, let alone who uses it? Then let me say that if Missus C had any part in either our mower being blasted or our internet service being scrambled from early Friday morning up until today, she should be bloody ashamed of herself.
Just kidding! I go on and on at length about how these criminals should feel shame, but in truth if I could, and did get over my embarrassment at being such a complete Idiot, the illegal activities practised next door certainly won't be causing them red faces any time soon...
Yeah, since he's moved over to the Wireless Station, Madame has clearly worked hard at fooling herself she's not involved with his criminal activities, and has donned her Injured Party guise full-time... Sorry T, you're wasting your time, and though you deserve an Emmy for your efforts, and always have done, I guess spiking my lawnmower and taking down the internet because I showed the finger to one of your husband's destructive toys that was operating way past sunrise, was the straw that broke this bleeding camel's back...
Am I wrong? Is that not how it went? Finance Manager of Merc. Pinetown, was it? (you paying attention there Willie?) You know very well that your Significant Other has been assaulting me and my friends deliberately over the powerlines for years, and yet you continue to bleat out the 'she's lying' excuse? And your poor mum is still sure that you're a good girl? Ai, shame man...
I have, despite everything, offered olive branch after olive branch, but alas, a belated box of Diwali treats offered in order to disguise your true intent, doesn't cut it at all... Moving on..
I asked him at our last Meeting whether he'd acquired his PC and he said no, and that he had no intention of ever going that route .. *blinks.. But, but, I mumbled.. You'd said you wanted my email addie as you were investing in a computer? Not me, said he, and so I'd shrugged it off... Anything to do with the apparently well-off Owen Johnson who lives higher up Harris and who enjoys Mr. Sutcliffe's FTTH? No chronic ailments or weird symptoms yet Mr. Johnson? Living as you do, so close to the Mast? No inexplicable outbursts of rage, or fits of depression? May your ThickSkin continue to preserve you and your family then... Personal friend of Earl's perchance?
You might want to arrange to have the road re-surfaced just below your gates, as it's a dead give-away of the huge volumes of water you run off to facilitate the fibre stuffed through your waterlines...
I'm sure Earl has only to raise an eyebrow and the Muni Roads Department would have a crew out there to do your bidding, and of course my old man will contribute towards the costs as usual... *snarls...
Okay - I've caught up, and now you're excused..
Peace..
---oOo---
Saturday 5th November 2011 at 3.14pm.
Saturday, November 05, 2011
FLIPPING THE BIRD...
(Begun Friday 4th November at 6.50am..)
The heat, when I'd finally staggered through to the lounge earlier, was like a wall, and more so when I opened the front door...Berg wind?
At 5.45am I hustled out to water my thirsty cabbages, before the sun came up to fry them... While standing there with the hose going, looking down on that powerful light that Balliram was still running, hours after daylight, it was suddenly extinguished, and I flipped it the bird...
A minute later and a hand appeared at the open window next to the light and moved the curtains aside... I waved and it withdrew...
Last night at 9.01pm I'd made a note that the temperature gauge next to my bed read 25.5C.. Pretty warm, I think you'll agree.. I didn't check it again this morning, but guess that it had gone up to the top end of the twenties...
Odd then that their bedroom window was open, as I stood watering the garden? Four large fancy aircon units that I know of, and yet to all intents and purposes they weren't being used, despite the mini heatwave overnight? Economising, since the costly installation of solar power? Right. *winks...
LATER at 10.45am
Wide-eyed innocence is what the Courageous Couple have always employed, with stunning success... He'd tweak a basic function on our computer and wait till I howled in protest, before swiftly restoring it and insisting it was a Retard's User error... *shrugs... Fascinating to note that this morning, while granted an iBurst connection, and google appears to load, everything else displays a blank white screen...
I did manage to access my gmail at one point, but since then it's all gone pear-shaped, and restarting from scratch doesn't fix the problem... *winks...
I finally packed in my attempts and instead I got out my sturdy little electric mower which had worked so beautifully just the Friday before last... This time the engine gave a clear indication that it was being spiked repeatedly, and it kept cutting out as a result....
A variation on a really tired theme, but natch, the GW is going to lug it up to the agents, so this round goes to the Arsehole next door...*applauds...
LATER at 11.55am
The Knob's car has finally left, and there's a droog working inside theirs with a noisy power tool, while Mr. Golf-Cap labours outdoors in the heat...
I've just activated the usual Kaspersky Full Scan, but of course that will change nothing..*yawns...
I've told you often enough how the desk lamp would dip visibly as Balliram accessed that jack behind the sofa, and though only a very few of you will be privy to the exact reason for this occurrence, I'm still of a mind that it enrages him when I reset that particular walljack, or unplug it....
Since the iBurst modem fiasco a month or so ago, the GW now uses that same jackpoint to power up the modem, though that isn't the reason for Balliram's anger, and I'm certain of it...
Lawd I love puzzles! Even those I'll never solve are tasty... Like now, out on the front lawn in the hot wind, pulling weeds. I'd moved next to the birdtray that stands atop a sturdy metal pole and Millie had shrieked as if a knife was driven into her... I moved away and she shut up immediately.. More inexplicable magic to mull over... *grins.. I've just been out again, and this time I put myself between the pole and the big valley-facing light on der Bunker and BINGO! - No knife to the back, but instead a sudden deep ache in my hip joint! Whatever is pouring out of that particular fixture is totally unaffected by the shrubs between us... *beams...
The Director called this morning to say that reports had reached her that Mr. Dawood of the Roseann c.c had the Developers in the horse-yard up by Hugo Road earlier this week. The Objectors had made some hasty calls and on querying why there had been no official acknowledgement to the objections raised by the Community, they discovered that they'd been given the incorrect address at which to lodge their documented objections.
Ring a familiar bell, anyone? Small mischiefs? The application for the madressa on the Sherwood Public Field to be upgraded, and which turned out astonishingly to include the erection of a mosque, before any objections could be raised? *grins..
Just more of our Mo Shaik's grandiose promises made to the Islamic community in return for their total support of the Metro-Connect Wireless Surveillance Project... An operation that holds just as many health risks for the Muslim community as any other, but were risks that had carefully been omitted from the fine print.. In this case, what they don't know could well kill them, hey Mo? But slowly and with no proof, is what makes the Wireless over Powerlines scheme a Winner, not so?
The murk surrounding the loss of Missus Scrabble-Player's brand new vehicle from her driveway last week has lifted slightly... When she took delivery of her new vehicle from the Ethekwini Toyota Dealers on the Friday, they'd said her spare key would only be available on Monday..(!!!) Who at that Dealership is working with the Felon Nayager so closely that they could arrange for the car to be stolen the same day it was collected by the owner? Who exactly had access to that spare key? Which Ethekwini Toyota Dealership? It makes no difference, for each one will have at least one stooge planted to dance to the Curry Mob's tune... *belches...
Missus Scrabble Player told the GW yesterday evening that there was an IT tech down at their's to try and fix her computer, as it had crashed.. *sniffs the air...
Another whose internet is supplied on the whim of the Cracker next door? Does she ever visit these pages, or was she discouraged from doing so?
Has anyone whispered to her to go hunt down Karl Muller at mybroadband.co.za and see the peril she and her family face? My excellent Neighbour at No. 10 insists that he already lives with the Christmas Beetle chorus... His girls as well? *nauseated....
Although he also insists he's not a part of the Metro Connect Sherwood Network, the two huge lamps over his front door tell a different story altogether.. More of Alben's handiwork perchance? Wiring up his 'friends' home without their knowledge, and thereby putting the entire family's health at risk? *gags.. My head is about to explode, so I'm going to trundle off and try and catch some zzz's.. Cheers..
LATER at 3pm
I guess I got lucky and had a short nap, but I've just booted up to find that nothing's changed on the computer and the corruption continues... Funny how the GW managed to load mybroadband this morning, when nothing else would load.. For a second I'd kidded myself that rpm had ordered our Controller to keep his grubby fingers away from the Forum, but that's a crazy thought, and we don't do crazy...
My attempt to reply to Mike McCarthy's latest comment aimed my way on durbanite's ShackDweller thread, was also unsuccessful yesterday. When I'd hit the Reply button it had failed again, so I'd copied and pasted my reply into an email to young Leon himself, and it'll be interesting to see whether it's published or not....
I've just called my Good Neighbour to see if their tech had gotten their PC back up and she said yes, the kid was using the internet as we spoke, so clearly ours is an 'isolated' problem... Ooops? *beams...
Once again I have to wonder whether Ian Halliday so much as hesitated for a second before he gave his agreement to Jannie van Zyl that we were to be guinea pigs for the Project, and that so many of his wirelessed customers would also receive their service via a 'proxy' (read Area Controller).
And no, Ian dear, it's not enough that today Colin P Balliram is giving us the iBurst signal my husband pays for, if he's corrupting the service and rendering it unusable.. *shrugs... I'll bet you'd be offended if I were to say you're no better than the most corrupt of our City officials, and in fact more so, because of the health risks involved in this operation... Another Keen-to-make-a-buck Plonker who chose to take van Zyl's word that it was safe? Fosho you are... *vomits...
I spoke to Councillor Lefevre today, and I actually remembered to remark on his apparent registration at durbanite... Was I surprised when he said he wasn't familiar with the site, and was unaware that he had his own page on which to interact with his constituents? It's going to take more than that to startle me these days..*yawns..
BTW, the Councillor says he's on www.mobilitate.co.za and if you're in Ward 31 you may interact with him there.. Good luck with that, as it's a site created by the Muni, for the Muni, and you'd better believe it....
I've just stepped into the kitchen to meet that high-pitched whine again.. Pretty impossible to trace where it's coming from with all the daytime background noise, but I've no doubt our Area Controller is behind it... Was Missus Courageous thrilled to hear her SO spiked my lawnmower this morning? A seriously proud moment? You recall how I nailed him fair and square doing the identical thing to my hairdryer? Spiking it so the safety override would kick in and it would switch off? Once I mentioned that I NEVER run the thing on it's hottest setting, it became obvious what was happening and that mischief stopped...
Now it's the lawnmower, as the same modus was used, and I could hear the engine struggling with the spikes until it cut out.. Yet more proof that our Controller needs to employ corruption to make any impression at all, poor Sod...
YOU'RE not like that? Are you sure of that? My word - if you've been fooled into thinking hacking your neighbour's system is okay, then I have to wonder how soon before you sink deeper into the mire..
Right, I must go bathe, as Piggy Wiggy will be waiting avidly for the highlight of his day..
A vital part of the entire monitoring exercise, Balliram? It appears that someone other than myself is making a complete ass of you, with equal ease... *roffels.. It's quite likely our interwebz will be removed again soon enough, so you enjoy the break while you can....
Peace..
---oOo---
Saturday 5th November 2011 at 10.47am...
(Begun Friday 4th November at 6.50am..)
The heat, when I'd finally staggered through to the lounge earlier, was like a wall, and more so when I opened the front door...Berg wind?
At 5.45am I hustled out to water my thirsty cabbages, before the sun came up to fry them... While standing there with the hose going, looking down on that powerful light that Balliram was still running, hours after daylight, it was suddenly extinguished, and I flipped it the bird...
A minute later and a hand appeared at the open window next to the light and moved the curtains aside... I waved and it withdrew...
Last night at 9.01pm I'd made a note that the temperature gauge next to my bed read 25.5C.. Pretty warm, I think you'll agree.. I didn't check it again this morning, but guess that it had gone up to the top end of the twenties...
Odd then that their bedroom window was open, as I stood watering the garden? Four large fancy aircon units that I know of, and yet to all intents and purposes they weren't being used, despite the mini heatwave overnight? Economising, since the costly installation of solar power? Right. *winks...
LATER at 10.45am
Wide-eyed innocence is what the Courageous Couple have always employed, with stunning success... He'd tweak a basic function on our computer and wait till I howled in protest, before swiftly restoring it and insisting it was a Retard's User error... *shrugs... Fascinating to note that this morning, while granted an iBurst connection, and google appears to load, everything else displays a blank white screen...
I did manage to access my gmail at one point, but since then it's all gone pear-shaped, and restarting from scratch doesn't fix the problem... *winks...
I finally packed in my attempts and instead I got out my sturdy little electric mower which had worked so beautifully just the Friday before last... This time the engine gave a clear indication that it was being spiked repeatedly, and it kept cutting out as a result....
A variation on a really tired theme, but natch, the GW is going to lug it up to the agents, so this round goes to the Arsehole next door...*applauds...
LATER at 11.55am
The Knob's car has finally left, and there's a droog working inside theirs with a noisy power tool, while Mr. Golf-Cap labours outdoors in the heat...
I've just activated the usual Kaspersky Full Scan, but of course that will change nothing..*yawns...
I've told you often enough how the desk lamp would dip visibly as Balliram accessed that jack behind the sofa, and though only a very few of you will be privy to the exact reason for this occurrence, I'm still of a mind that it enrages him when I reset that particular walljack, or unplug it....
Since the iBurst modem fiasco a month or so ago, the GW now uses that same jackpoint to power up the modem, though that isn't the reason for Balliram's anger, and I'm certain of it...
Lawd I love puzzles! Even those I'll never solve are tasty... Like now, out on the front lawn in the hot wind, pulling weeds. I'd moved next to the birdtray that stands atop a sturdy metal pole and Millie had shrieked as if a knife was driven into her... I moved away and she shut up immediately.. More inexplicable magic to mull over... *grins.. I've just been out again, and this time I put myself between the pole and the big valley-facing light on der Bunker and BINGO! - No knife to the back, but instead a sudden deep ache in my hip joint! Whatever is pouring out of that particular fixture is totally unaffected by the shrubs between us... *beams...
The Director called this morning to say that reports had reached her that Mr. Dawood of the Roseann c.c had the Developers in the horse-yard up by Hugo Road earlier this week. The Objectors had made some hasty calls and on querying why there had been no official acknowledgement to the objections raised by the Community, they discovered that they'd been given the incorrect address at which to lodge their documented objections.
Ring a familiar bell, anyone? Small mischiefs? The application for the madressa on the Sherwood Public Field to be upgraded, and which turned out astonishingly to include the erection of a mosque, before any objections could be raised? *grins..
Just more of our Mo Shaik's grandiose promises made to the Islamic community in return for their total support of the Metro-Connect Wireless Surveillance Project... An operation that holds just as many health risks for the Muslim community as any other, but were risks that had carefully been omitted from the fine print.. In this case, what they don't know could well kill them, hey Mo? But slowly and with no proof, is what makes the Wireless over Powerlines scheme a Winner, not so?
The murk surrounding the loss of Missus Scrabble-Player's brand new vehicle from her driveway last week has lifted slightly... When she took delivery of her new vehicle from the Ethekwini Toyota Dealers on the Friday, they'd said her spare key would only be available on Monday..(!!!) Who at that Dealership is working with the Felon Nayager so closely that they could arrange for the car to be stolen the same day it was collected by the owner? Who exactly had access to that spare key? Which Ethekwini Toyota Dealership? It makes no difference, for each one will have at least one stooge planted to dance to the Curry Mob's tune... *belches...
Missus Scrabble Player told the GW yesterday evening that there was an IT tech down at their's to try and fix her computer, as it had crashed.. *sniffs the air...
Another whose internet is supplied on the whim of the Cracker next door? Does she ever visit these pages, or was she discouraged from doing so?
Has anyone whispered to her to go hunt down Karl Muller at mybroadband.co.za and see the peril she and her family face? My excellent Neighbour at No. 10 insists that he already lives with the Christmas Beetle chorus... His girls as well? *nauseated....
Although he also insists he's not a part of the Metro Connect Sherwood Network, the two huge lamps over his front door tell a different story altogether.. More of Alben's handiwork perchance? Wiring up his 'friends' home without their knowledge, and thereby putting the entire family's health at risk? *gags.. My head is about to explode, so I'm going to trundle off and try and catch some zzz's.. Cheers..
LATER at 3pm
I guess I got lucky and had a short nap, but I've just booted up to find that nothing's changed on the computer and the corruption continues... Funny how the GW managed to load mybroadband this morning, when nothing else would load.. For a second I'd kidded myself that rpm had ordered our Controller to keep his grubby fingers away from the Forum, but that's a crazy thought, and we don't do crazy...
My attempt to reply to Mike McCarthy's latest comment aimed my way on durbanite's ShackDweller thread, was also unsuccessful yesterday. When I'd hit the Reply button it had failed again, so I'd copied and pasted my reply into an email to young Leon himself, and it'll be interesting to see whether it's published or not....
I've just called my Good Neighbour to see if their tech had gotten their PC back up and she said yes, the kid was using the internet as we spoke, so clearly ours is an 'isolated' problem... Ooops? *beams...
Once again I have to wonder whether Ian Halliday so much as hesitated for a second before he gave his agreement to Jannie van Zyl that we were to be guinea pigs for the Project, and that so many of his wirelessed customers would also receive their service via a 'proxy' (read Area Controller).
And no, Ian dear, it's not enough that today Colin P Balliram is giving us the iBurst signal my husband pays for, if he's corrupting the service and rendering it unusable.. *shrugs... I'll bet you'd be offended if I were to say you're no better than the most corrupt of our City officials, and in fact more so, because of the health risks involved in this operation... Another Keen-to-make-a-buck Plonker who chose to take van Zyl's word that it was safe? Fosho you are... *vomits...
I spoke to Councillor Lefevre today, and I actually remembered to remark on his apparent registration at durbanite... Was I surprised when he said he wasn't familiar with the site, and was unaware that he had his own page on which to interact with his constituents? It's going to take more than that to startle me these days..*yawns..
BTW, the Councillor says he's on www.mobilitate.co.za and if you're in Ward 31 you may interact with him there.. Good luck with that, as it's a site created by the Muni, for the Muni, and you'd better believe it....
I've just stepped into the kitchen to meet that high-pitched whine again.. Pretty impossible to trace where it's coming from with all the daytime background noise, but I've no doubt our Area Controller is behind it... Was Missus Courageous thrilled to hear her SO spiked my lawnmower this morning? A seriously proud moment? You recall how I nailed him fair and square doing the identical thing to my hairdryer? Spiking it so the safety override would kick in and it would switch off? Once I mentioned that I NEVER run the thing on it's hottest setting, it became obvious what was happening and that mischief stopped...
Now it's the lawnmower, as the same modus was used, and I could hear the engine struggling with the spikes until it cut out.. Yet more proof that our Controller needs to employ corruption to make any impression at all, poor Sod...
YOU'RE not like that? Are you sure of that? My word - if you've been fooled into thinking hacking your neighbour's system is okay, then I have to wonder how soon before you sink deeper into the mire..
Right, I must go bathe, as Piggy Wiggy will be waiting avidly for the highlight of his day..
A vital part of the entire monitoring exercise, Balliram? It appears that someone other than myself is making a complete ass of you, with equal ease... *roffels.. It's quite likely our interwebz will be removed again soon enough, so you enjoy the break while you can....
Peace..
---oOo---
Saturday 5th November 2011 at 10.47am...
SCORE-CARD...
(begun Wednesday 2nd November at 2.45am..)
*Our interwebz has been down since early Friday morning, and has only just been restored, so you will forgive the waffle as I attempt to catch up.. Our Good Neighbour next door at No. 10 has had no such problems with her internet, so we may safely assume that the downtime was 'arranged' by our Controller Colin P. Balliram?*
I was standing in the kitchen sipping my coffee when the kettle jack clicked again, all by itself, and as if by magic, the first maddeningly familiar bird call rang out somewhere in the front.. Coincidence massivus? Connect the dots and I can forget about ever seeing that elusive 'bird' or it's mate? Methinks that's a definite yes..*cackles...
So I bought my pad and pen through here to the lounge to tell you this, for fear of scaring away our jumpy feathered-friend, by sitting at the desk in my usual place.. Balliram thumped noisily into the TV a minute later... *grins and waves.... (Check the time guys! And tell me the chap isn't totally obsessed! You still require more evidence that the Sadist is really focused on me, and little else, at this time of day?)
I woke at 1.59am and knew straight off that something was amiss.. Millie's been behaving really badly of late, so I quickly checked my lower back and my hand came away soaking wet. (I'd actually put a towel down when I went to bed, just in case). While I was pleased to discover only seconds later that it wasn't blood but only sweat that was trickling down my back, I had to have been seriously warm for that to happen, and the little temperature gauge thingie read only 19.0c...*blinks...
I've told you before that anything below 20.0c and I need a cardie on, so that was pretty odd to say the least.. Or not, hey Balliram? *winks... Like I said, the assaults have never ceased simply because I'm dead to the world, now have they dear?
Play your cards right and I'm betting you can achieve some fairly serious mischief while I'm to all intents and purposes out of it? It occurs to me now to move my early morning scribbling sessions permanently to this corner of the lounge.. While it shouldn't take Einstein more than a minute to pinpoint my exact position, the curtains are drawn in here, and for once I'm off camera... *chortles...
Tellus again o Mighty One - who exactly is driving whom nutz?
It's now 3.35am, and the livers and rice are simmering nicely on the stove, while my Owner simmers likewise in der Bunker next door..*chokes.. Don't tell me you miss my freakish mug on your screen Balliram? Do you need my regular flipping you the bird through the window, to achieve a feel-good start to your day? Why am I depriving you of something you've come to regard as your right? Ag, don't whine man, that's MY job...
Maybe it was the bathroom light dipping, as I wallowed in the water after 4pm yesterday? Maybe it was the GW's inability to reconnect to the internet for me, sometime later? Or maybe I didn't care for the obvious heatwave that engulfed me while I slept? Whatever.. How's about you pulll up some porn instead, to ease your withdrawal pangs, while you're straining to hear my every move, you sad Creature? *grins..
I confess I was touched when you spiked your own house alarm three times yesterday, in order to create an excuse to head back home and be as close as you could, while I updated my blog.. It's bloody fascinating to speculate why you went to so much bother, and why you felt you needed an alibi? Was it for the little woman's benefit, or are there several of your colleagues over at the Wireless Station that you like to think are still unaware of the depths of your depravity? *keels over snorting...
Bubba, I've got news for you.. Everyone knows how sick you are.. EVERYONE... You're totally beyond giving a flying f*ck how often I mention Ian Halliday's name along with our corrupted internet service, and you've been running the BackFire frequency at it's top-end levels for the better part of both day and night, signifying that you're more than just a little rattled....
LATER at 4.15am
Right. Everything's good to go in the kitchen, and I've come back here to the corner of the lounge to find the Genius has resorted to employing the Squiff Eyes frequency... He used it over at my VC's home (was it last week?) and the fellow found it rather disturbing to say the least... Me? It doesn't slow down my scribbles at all, and I admit I was relieved to have it confirmed that it's not just another depressing result of the aging process, but very much a part of the Assault Package handed to my Master by his ex-Sentech Tutor...
Does this particular frequency cause as much lasting damage as the Burning Hands Special was proven to do? My guess would have to be in the affirmative, but until I get to go visit Bob and have him run the necessary tests, my Controller's celebrations will have to wait...*squints...
LATER at 5.25am
The sun was rising as I huffed and puffed my way up the stairs with the garbage, and little Missus N at No. 11 was already out picking up the dog poo, and greeted me pleasantly enough...
Will Karl Muller be able to drop a real bombshell in time to save any of the guinea pigs down here? Sadly I figure it's way too late for that now, and one way or another all our lives will be shortened as a direct result of the exposure we've faced for six years....
You can lay odds that in between orchestrating as much unpleasantness over the Mast Fighter's powerlines as he is able, our Jannie will be watching the Rocket Scientist as a hawk watches a snake, and were the Educator to so much as clear his throat, it will be reported back to the Strategist with speed...
There are billions at stake here, and hopefully more than one International Donor is studying the situation with interest as Muller flies solo against the Telecom's Giants.. Have you offered him your support yet, or are your knees knocking so badly you've completely chickened out?
LATER at 12.05pm
I'm considering putting a sign on our gates saying Freak Show between 8-8.30am every Wednesday, as I'm always up there with B.Snr. same time, same place, every week.. *shrugs... This morning a rather beautiful young rubber-necker pulled up opposite us and said he was lost.. I didn't study the vehicle at length, but it was white and was either a Beemer or a Merc. Standard wheels for a Project employee...*shrugs... He confirmed this by saying he worked in Umhlanga.. We couldn't help him, and I slyly suggested he ask Balliram at No. 6 for directions, at which point he left quite smartly... A bet? Shame on you...*grins...
Thursday 3rd november at 1.30am..
Whoa! At 1.15am the Sadist hit my hip joint with all he's got.. He's a top-end Gift-wallah fosho... *wipes eyes... I figured I'd best obey smartly and so here I am back in the lounge with nothing to say for the moment.. At .1.45am the wirelessed nunu outside this window gave it's first tentative chirrup and then quietened back down... I'm off back to Cloud 9....
LATER at 5.10am
There was a cicada chorus flowing from the Rec Centre twenty minutes ago as I opened the verandah door.. It's stopped now. Something I've not heard in a while *blinks...
Friday 4th November at 4.20am
After that over-the-top assault at 1.15am yesterday morning, I'd headed into the lounge, and for reasons I can't explain, I pulled the plug from the jackpoint behind the sofa, as well as the one in the kitchen that runs through and feeds the PC, and instead I brought a candle through to that little desk in the corner behind the curtains...
Though I've proven previously that simply pulling plugs doesn't prevent the Sadist from using the frequencies to attack me, I've also proven that this plug-pulling practise annoys him intensely, and for the life of me, I've no idea why... *yawns...
Sure enough, payback came just as I arrived home before 10am with my groceries, to find that our power had gone off, and I told Penny to pack away the vacuum and take a nap instead... It was restored at 1pm sharp, shortly before the GW dropped me at home, and by then Balliram had even thought to have Sherwood added to the Faults Auto Voice list of outages... A neat little three-hour load-shedding exercise that had little to no effect on me whatsover, but which no doubt helped to recover my Area Controller's self-importance...
This morning I sat here at my usual place in the back room, within feet of der Bunker, and said aloud that if he overdid his attentions I would take my pen and pad back into the lounge where he has sound but no picture... His choice...*shrugs.. My next option would be to withold his score card altogether, and considering my appalling standard of writing, that last wouldn't be a difficult decision to make...
I'd gone to the loo just after midnight and had been startled by a truly hectic whine at it's loudest in the kitchen doorway.. I'd commented aloud and the darned noise began to fade immediately..
I found the ceiling fans here and in my bedroom had been left on, and were also giving off a similar but muted version of that unsettling whine, so I switched them off...
When I finally rose just after 4am this morning, it was to find the fridge whining badly, though it fell silent quite smartly.. You awake still? However bored you may be by this apparently banal waffle, you'd do well to pay attention, for there's often way more than the standard 230volts flooding your home these days, and I'd suggest it ain't good for you or your appliances.. *winks..
Peace..
---oOo---
Saturday 5th November 2011 at 9.57am.
(begun Wednesday 2nd November at 2.45am..)
*Our interwebz has been down since early Friday morning, and has only just been restored, so you will forgive the waffle as I attempt to catch up.. Our Good Neighbour next door at No. 10 has had no such problems with her internet, so we may safely assume that the downtime was 'arranged' by our Controller Colin P. Balliram?*
I was standing in the kitchen sipping my coffee when the kettle jack clicked again, all by itself, and as if by magic, the first maddeningly familiar bird call rang out somewhere in the front.. Coincidence massivus? Connect the dots and I can forget about ever seeing that elusive 'bird' or it's mate? Methinks that's a definite yes..*cackles...
So I bought my pad and pen through here to the lounge to tell you this, for fear of scaring away our jumpy feathered-friend, by sitting at the desk in my usual place.. Balliram thumped noisily into the TV a minute later... *grins and waves.... (Check the time guys! And tell me the chap isn't totally obsessed! You still require more evidence that the Sadist is really focused on me, and little else, at this time of day?)
I woke at 1.59am and knew straight off that something was amiss.. Millie's been behaving really badly of late, so I quickly checked my lower back and my hand came away soaking wet. (I'd actually put a towel down when I went to bed, just in case). While I was pleased to discover only seconds later that it wasn't blood but only sweat that was trickling down my back, I had to have been seriously warm for that to happen, and the little temperature gauge thingie read only 19.0c...*blinks...
I've told you before that anything below 20.0c and I need a cardie on, so that was pretty odd to say the least.. Or not, hey Balliram? *winks... Like I said, the assaults have never ceased simply because I'm dead to the world, now have they dear?
Play your cards right and I'm betting you can achieve some fairly serious mischief while I'm to all intents and purposes out of it? It occurs to me now to move my early morning scribbling sessions permanently to this corner of the lounge.. While it shouldn't take Einstein more than a minute to pinpoint my exact position, the curtains are drawn in here, and for once I'm off camera... *chortles...
Tellus again o Mighty One - who exactly is driving whom nutz?
It's now 3.35am, and the livers and rice are simmering nicely on the stove, while my Owner simmers likewise in der Bunker next door..*chokes.. Don't tell me you miss my freakish mug on your screen Balliram? Do you need my regular flipping you the bird through the window, to achieve a feel-good start to your day? Why am I depriving you of something you've come to regard as your right? Ag, don't whine man, that's MY job...
Maybe it was the bathroom light dipping, as I wallowed in the water after 4pm yesterday? Maybe it was the GW's inability to reconnect to the internet for me, sometime later? Or maybe I didn't care for the obvious heatwave that engulfed me while I slept? Whatever.. How's about you pulll up some porn instead, to ease your withdrawal pangs, while you're straining to hear my every move, you sad Creature? *grins..
I confess I was touched when you spiked your own house alarm three times yesterday, in order to create an excuse to head back home and be as close as you could, while I updated my blog.. It's bloody fascinating to speculate why you went to so much bother, and why you felt you needed an alibi? Was it for the little woman's benefit, or are there several of your colleagues over at the Wireless Station that you like to think are still unaware of the depths of your depravity? *keels over snorting...
Bubba, I've got news for you.. Everyone knows how sick you are.. EVERYONE... You're totally beyond giving a flying f*ck how often I mention Ian Halliday's name along with our corrupted internet service, and you've been running the BackFire frequency at it's top-end levels for the better part of both day and night, signifying that you're more than just a little rattled....
LATER at 4.15am
Right. Everything's good to go in the kitchen, and I've come back here to the corner of the lounge to find the Genius has resorted to employing the Squiff Eyes frequency... He used it over at my VC's home (was it last week?) and the fellow found it rather disturbing to say the least... Me? It doesn't slow down my scribbles at all, and I admit I was relieved to have it confirmed that it's not just another depressing result of the aging process, but very much a part of the Assault Package handed to my Master by his ex-Sentech Tutor...
Does this particular frequency cause as much lasting damage as the Burning Hands Special was proven to do? My guess would have to be in the affirmative, but until I get to go visit Bob and have him run the necessary tests, my Controller's celebrations will have to wait...*squints...
LATER at 5.25am
The sun was rising as I huffed and puffed my way up the stairs with the garbage, and little Missus N at No. 11 was already out picking up the dog poo, and greeted me pleasantly enough...
Will Karl Muller be able to drop a real bombshell in time to save any of the guinea pigs down here? Sadly I figure it's way too late for that now, and one way or another all our lives will be shortened as a direct result of the exposure we've faced for six years....
You can lay odds that in between orchestrating as much unpleasantness over the Mast Fighter's powerlines as he is able, our Jannie will be watching the Rocket Scientist as a hawk watches a snake, and were the Educator to so much as clear his throat, it will be reported back to the Strategist with speed...
There are billions at stake here, and hopefully more than one International Donor is studying the situation with interest as Muller flies solo against the Telecom's Giants.. Have you offered him your support yet, or are your knees knocking so badly you've completely chickened out?
LATER at 12.05pm
I'm considering putting a sign on our gates saying Freak Show between 8-8.30am every Wednesday, as I'm always up there with B.Snr. same time, same place, every week.. *shrugs... This morning a rather beautiful young rubber-necker pulled up opposite us and said he was lost.. I didn't study the vehicle at length, but it was white and was either a Beemer or a Merc. Standard wheels for a Project employee...*shrugs... He confirmed this by saying he worked in Umhlanga.. We couldn't help him, and I slyly suggested he ask Balliram at No. 6 for directions, at which point he left quite smartly... A bet? Shame on you...*grins...
Thursday 3rd november at 1.30am..
Whoa! At 1.15am the Sadist hit my hip joint with all he's got.. He's a top-end Gift-wallah fosho... *wipes eyes... I figured I'd best obey smartly and so here I am back in the lounge with nothing to say for the moment.. At .1.45am the wirelessed nunu outside this window gave it's first tentative chirrup and then quietened back down... I'm off back to Cloud 9....
LATER at 5.10am
There was a cicada chorus flowing from the Rec Centre twenty minutes ago as I opened the verandah door.. It's stopped now. Something I've not heard in a while *blinks...
Friday 4th November at 4.20am
After that over-the-top assault at 1.15am yesterday morning, I'd headed into the lounge, and for reasons I can't explain, I pulled the plug from the jackpoint behind the sofa, as well as the one in the kitchen that runs through and feeds the PC, and instead I brought a candle through to that little desk in the corner behind the curtains...
Though I've proven previously that simply pulling plugs doesn't prevent the Sadist from using the frequencies to attack me, I've also proven that this plug-pulling practise annoys him intensely, and for the life of me, I've no idea why... *yawns...
Sure enough, payback came just as I arrived home before 10am with my groceries, to find that our power had gone off, and I told Penny to pack away the vacuum and take a nap instead... It was restored at 1pm sharp, shortly before the GW dropped me at home, and by then Balliram had even thought to have Sherwood added to the Faults Auto Voice list of outages... A neat little three-hour load-shedding exercise that had little to no effect on me whatsover, but which no doubt helped to recover my Area Controller's self-importance...
This morning I sat here at my usual place in the back room, within feet of der Bunker, and said aloud that if he overdid his attentions I would take my pen and pad back into the lounge where he has sound but no picture... His choice...*shrugs.. My next option would be to withold his score card altogether, and considering my appalling standard of writing, that last wouldn't be a difficult decision to make...
I'd gone to the loo just after midnight and had been startled by a truly hectic whine at it's loudest in the kitchen doorway.. I'd commented aloud and the darned noise began to fade immediately..
I found the ceiling fans here and in my bedroom had been left on, and were also giving off a similar but muted version of that unsettling whine, so I switched them off...
When I finally rose just after 4am this morning, it was to find the fridge whining badly, though it fell silent quite smartly.. You awake still? However bored you may be by this apparently banal waffle, you'd do well to pay attention, for there's often way more than the standard 230volts flooding your home these days, and I'd suggest it ain't good for you or your appliances.. *winks..
Peace..
---oOo---
Saturday 5th November 2011 at 9.57am.
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