PULLING THE PLUG..
(begun Wednesday 9th May at 3.45am..)

Wanna see my samples?  Yep, I've taken to scraping bits and bobs off of the plants and walls, and bagging them for testing.. Finding a Boffin with the right qualifications and equipment wouldn't be that difficult.. The problem would be in getting an honest result.  *shrugs..  How was it put to them?
The lab students who came up with the best means of camouflage, and the ability to fool Joe Public, would get their studies paid for?  Man, it's driving me NUTS!   Is it the colour of the laser employed, or the type of compound, that determines the shade of the holograms?

It's like all of a sudden, along with the whites, I'm catching the green spheres all over the show, when up to this point they've been fairly rare.. Some, almost a solid pale green, and some transparent.. HERE.  Check out the smears of white emulsion on THESE leaves, and ask yourselves who'd look twice at them, and then check out the black specks of 'bird poo' for a similar reaction...
It's quite possible that someone nearby has a mulberry tree that's bearing fruit, and that the purple-tinged 'droppings' on the aloes and agapanthus are the end result of the many toppies and mousebird's feasting.. Or not.

In my search I'd stumbled across THIS tiny hardened blob of something that could well be bird shyte, but it's violet appearance had me carrying it downstairs as if it were a precious lump of gold... Smaller even than your standard drawing-pin head, will you check out the picture I took HERE.. A mixture of vivid violets and lilacs, with a couple of familiar specks of white buried amongst all the beautiful colours, I'm guessing that ain't the end product of a bird's meal at all..*dances...
Two days later, and I've no idea where I put the original sample, which is why I've now fished out THESE tiny ziplock packets, and am trying to be more methodical...

Has V been encouraged to be heavy-handed with the red/brown rust-like substance inside our home, in order to disguise the very real corrosion caused by such copious amounts of EMR?  That stuff is everywhere, but it comes off easily enough, unlike the lumo paint on the bottom half of my kitchen door, and the lawnmower electricals.. Using thinners and a cloth just seems to smear it around, and make matters worse...
Check out the brown stains on the plug of the orange mower cable, and the black flecks with it, and you have to know that it makes it dead easy for the Clever Dick next door to switch the appliances on and off remotely...
As you probably know, our TV has been OWNED for years, and it's only fairly recently that we've been allowed to enjoy the exhorbitantly priced service the GW pays for, mostly without the constant deliberate switch offs and mischief caused by the pathetic power-drunk TWAT next door...

You're also probably aware that I myself have a sewer-mouth par excellence, but even so, some of the shows that pop up during the day and early evening have the two of us turning to each other in jaw-dropping, bemused astonishment.... Write a letter?  Not a chance.. See, I GET the concept of the necessity for moral decay, and fully understand the role that Naspers play in this world-wide experiment, so what would be the point of crying foul?

LATER at 5.20am

Why had Glen Nayager tried to enlist my help only days before what turned out to be his last Hearing?  Was that the straw that broke the camel's back, and the reason for his termination?
Would Barnabas have continued to let the ex-Station Commander's erratic behaviour slide, had he not asked for my assistance?  You want to give us a hint here, Earl?
When Balliram had told you the gist of the phonecall I'd taken from her, did he whine that things were getting complicated, and that if I were to actually comply with Nayager's request, it could lead to problems?  Was that about when our Earl told the Controller to up the doses of the Erratic Heart Beat frequency, already being pumped into Nayager's bolt-hole?
Doing the dirty himself would've certainly earned Balliram kudos from what masquerades as the Good team up at the Radio Station, and silenced any possibility of Nayager trotting out all the stolen dirt he'd accumulated on so many citizens of the Zone, since Al Spence had handed the Surveillance technology to the two of them to manage, back in 2005..

There'd been a thread started in the Natural Sciences Forum at mybroadband, by Geriatrix, on the make up of a psychopath's brain... With my lousy comprehension skills it seemed to me that the studies referred to physically violent criminals... Will there have to be a new term created for the savage creatures spawned by the Surveillance project?  Balliram is every bit as viciously violent as the most hardened of criminals, and yet I've no doubt you continue to deny that he's a raging psychopath....
You have a better term for one who systematically assaults innocent people physically for his own pleasure, from a remote location?
Do you regard this as some sort of step-up from one who actually uses his fists?  *interested...  To wear an amiable mask while employing the most sadistic of pursuits, without so much as dirtying his own hands, must surely merit an up-to-date term of it's own?

It should be noted that when I'd stepped out onto the verandah earlier to put the livers and rice to cool, not so much as one of His Foulness' buzzing nunus had made a squeak... Preoccupied in someone else's home no doubt.. He'd thudded into the fridge jackpoint shortly afterwards, and the motor had complained to the extent that my ears hurt.. The usual lack of stealth, but hey, why would he bother?

Penny was almost due to start packing up to leave last Thursday, when she'd shown me her little vodacom cellphone and said it appeared to be dead.  She didn't seem concerned at all, but had me plug it in to the charger anyway...
The back cover was loose.. Dropped, fiddled with, or spiked?  It's been killed for a reason, has it not Balliram?  Has she been given a better one?  One with a number that's not available to me?  *yawns...
The GW took it across to the vodacom shop at the Pavillion, and was told to take it down to Tech Services at Kingsmead... I don't think so.. I got the phone for her less than two years ago, and there's not much point in trying to resurrect it, or getting her a replacement, if they're destined to 'die' at such an early age...

LATER at 9.05am

I've just called Penny's daughter's cellphone to ask that her mum try and get here early tomorrow.  A number that worked successfully for a long time, until it suddenly appeared to have been hijacked by a Project droog.. I continue to send text messages to the number, which oddly enough she seems to get, though I'm guessing she won't get this latest one? *winks...
Just after 8am, I went up top as usual to find the cowling camera very much alive and waiting for me, and I'd asked B.Snr. how his Missus had been this past week..

She's been bad, said he.. Terrible trouble with her eyes, and her sinuses'.. *reaches for the bucket...
I bet those of you who don't think the Sadist has been working on her with the lasers are now in the minority, and if not, you should be... Someone nicked their For Sale sign this week.. Like to tellus who, and why, Balliram?  Simply having too much fun torturing your victims to allow them to relocate?  B.Jnr's knees have now gotten so bad that he's been given knee supporters to wear, though we all know that won't touch the pain, right? *gags....
I've just rung Sue the Book to ask whether she's had problems with Her eyes this past week, and she confirmed that her eyes have been shocking.. 'Like ground glass', were her words...

I'm going to have to actively work on the rage that's simmering just beneath the surface right now... A rage that's not directed at our foul and unfortunate Controller at all, but at you lot, for your complacent callousness at refusing to pull the plug on this Sicko...
Peace..

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Wednesday 9th May 2012 at 11.01am