CREATURE OF HABIT..
(begun Wednesday 16th May at 4.10am..)
Did our Controller don his pseudo Science-Tech white coat to amuse his colleagues overnight? As opposed to the black PVC trenchcoat I imagine he mostly wears to carry out his preferred savagery?
I'd woken on at least two separate occasions to what seemed to be January's sticky temperatures... The first time, I'd gone for a pee and then down to the lounge, and had gotten so quickly chilled that I'd been glad to scuttle back under the thin blanket on my bed... Oddness....
After that it had felt as if I was semi-conscious, and had experienced all manner of strange sensations, the incredible heat being the least of them.. None of which I can recall as in any way pleasant..
Eh - Probably just something I ate... *shrugs...
We've been limping along on the Critical Update Option in Kaspersky, and last night the GW sounded surprised when he announced he'd not run a Full Scan for a month or more.. I'd given up nagging him about it, but with only 4 days until our current Kaspersky expires, he'd suddenly come to... *eyeroll...
I've no idea how many hours our Controller had him sitting up last night, waiting for it to complete, or whether my old man gave up in the end, and shut down and went off to bed, so I'll get back to you on that one...
It goes without saying that the mischief here on the PC is on the increase, and that things that had become fairly simple to achieve, are now met with all manner of warnings and refusals...
I'd managed to get as far as the Adsense Trouble-Shooting Forum by mid-morning yesterday, in my search for the helpful MaidenJane, but clicking on it, had a little ochre-coloured window pop up saying there were no Groups under 'eb_gh', or some such rubbish.... As I'd not typed in anything at all to a Search bar, I'm guessing I can thank my Controller for that particular blockage? *teeth...
I've also learned to watch the tiny yellow harddrive light on the tower, and have noticed that when it stops flickering and stays full on, nothing will load, and I'm assuming (dodgy) that at that point it's being manually blocked by an outside influence...*coughs...
*The tone in my ears has just changed drastically (4.35am), and he has Millie suddenly awake and roaring..*yawns..*
Having avoided temptation on Monday, I failed miserably yesterday, and ended up knocking three more nails into my coffin...
I'd rung the young Physics Professor, Leonard Els, and had a word with his pleasant secretary, and I'd also tried the Mast Fighter and her appie down the coast, without success.... At this point I've had no return calls either, and I have to say I'm unsurprised...
Would you give the time of day to a bloodhshot-eyed crone, whose words tumble endlessly and incomprehensibly from her wrinkled lips? I don't think so... *grins... I am indeed, and always have been, my own worst enemy....
Did the Coach bother to tell the Treasurer of my increased interest, displayed at Monday's CPF Meeting? That the penny had dropped visibly when someone had announced that she belonged to the Barns Road Field Athletics Club? The same Club I believe, that our young Vincent attends? It's not as if she's kept that fact hidden, and I should've picked up on it a long time ago, but didn't... *sighs..
Another piece of the puzzle has fallen into place, along with an explanation for her many non-attendances at our Meetings...
It had been early on at our AGM on Monday that he'd said he wished to relieve her of her position, until I'd pointed out that there wasn't exactly a queue of volunteers waiting to replace her.
A seemingly charming young woman, who cannot be unaware of the systematic and ongoing destruction caused by her fellow Club Member, during his extra-curricular activities at ours..*belches...
How often have I suggested to my Vice Chair that he approach either the Coach or the Treasurer to find out more about the mysterious 'Sherwood Network'? Had he ever done so, it's highly unlikely he'd be given a straight answer anyways... Am I wrong again? Would you be only to willing to fill the Honourable Man in on who it is that 'manages' the wireless/laser Information Theft Project here in the Zone?
Would you happily confirm that it's Michael Barnabas who's been handed official ownership of the Zone and beyond, to use this killing technology as he sees fit?
It's interesting to speculate whether either of you have ever attended any 'movie nights' organised by the Athletics Club, and whether I've featured in any of the clips you've been shown... Have Millie and I starred in any particularly grossly-intimate scenes that you've been privy to, or do those remain the property of Earl and Collin P. Balliram, to be run and re-run endlessly for his colleague's amusement?
Can I guess? Can I take a flyer, and say chances are that PAGAD over in Mayflower is familiar with the sight of me in all my wrinkled glory? Have you noticed how quiet that organisation have become, after their initial outburst of enthusiasm? Fear that they too could end up on a live satellite-feed, amusing the Druglord's minions? After all, the majority of recruits/Chosen in the area are lacking the tech skills to employ much more than the basic hacking training they were given, and wouldn't have a clue were their own power-systems to be accessed, and video footage of their intimate moments stolen... Ain't that about right, Earl?
You're sitting on a serious amount of Leverage Files right now, and it's a certainty that you refer to them constantly, to ensure your army toes the line...
Nayager's fate was a stunning demonstration of the ease with which a problem can be 'removed' should the need arise, and I'm betting the message was received loud and clear by the majority of your slaves?
I've asked it before, and I'll ask it again - Is our Treasurer's home protected from the fall-out, or does her mum complain of massively increased aches and pains due to the blanket of wireless frequencies, and the swarms of holograms hanging in the air?
Has her property been excluded from visits by the Wall-Jumping laser-enhancing Monkeys, and were I to visit her home, could I show her proof that her walls and pipes now bear similar markings to ours? She's already aware of the necessity for these applications, and doesn't mind them in the least?*curious...
LATER at 6am..
Loaded down with bags of trash, I'd tottered up to the first terrace, only to have Millie shriek in outrage as we crossed the Mothership's path..(overheads). By the time I'd reached the top of our 52 stairs, she'd gone back to sleep and had stayed that way until I sat back down here to fill you in.. Magical times? If you say so....
Keith Parker over in Glenwood thinks that the GW has led a singularly boring life, and I'd dearly like to know more about that gentleman himself...
Are the three monitors he claims to be running in his apartment purely for use in his hobby, which is I believe, to do with aviation? At no point in his conversations with my old man, did he ever mention losing appliances to electrical surges, and I'd guess he's either in the minority in that area, or he's been recruited to the Top-Secret wireless/laser Project already? You come across this guy yet, Poisonous Rabbit?
LATER at 9.15am
Literally within minutes of sitting back down here at the desk, he's cranked up the BackFire from Low to Eye-Watering levels..*blinks... B.Snr just confirmed that the Creep has been leaving his property earlier than usual, for some time... But isn't there still a car in his garage, I'd asked...? The door's shut, so I wouldn't know, came the reply...
A door that was seldom closed during daylight hours, over all the years they've lived here, though maybe it's because there's currently no maid on the premises?
Is she off on her vacation and due to return soon, or was her employment terminated, according to the Secret Agent rules and regulations? What would that make her? No. 23, in the fourteen-odd years we've been graced with the Balliram family's presence in our neighbourhood?
BTW, I'm delighted to say that the Kaspersky Full Scan took only three hours to complete, last night... A considerable improvement on the eight hours it ran, the time before last... *finger to Balliram..
Have a lovely day julle..
Peace.
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Wednesday 16th May 2012 at 10.53am.
