The Butcher's Block..
(begun Monday 8th October at 3.45am..)
My old man took himself up to Rosetta yesterday, and with him out of the picture, you'll understand why I'd braced myself for some extra fun and games from the Ringmaster next door. Though the GW has stayed steadfastly blind and deaf to the obvious these past eight years, Balliram has always appeared to prefer him to be away from home before he launches his missiles this way... Ours not to reason why... *eyeroll..
In the end, it turned out to be a surprisingly quiet day, and though there were constant reminders of a Squatter's presence, my curses were pretty much non-existent...
At 5.30pm it got a bit hairy, but after that I'd logged nothing until I'd gone to bed at 8.45pm only to be greeted by a heatwave and the BackFire.. I'd woken suddenly at 10.40pm and had lain there as another heatwave hit me, along with a bit of nausea, and as I'd stirred, his NAT had kicked in outside the window...
I'd gotten up once more in the night to pee IIRC, but he'd been ultra-cautious and had stayed in the background.. Was there a lesson underway just after 3am?
What woke me at that hour? Just how long had he been lining up that pink target-seeking dot on my lower back, and hammering away to weaken the area? *curious... That target-finder has made itself scarce each time I'd remarked on it's presence out loud, but not before I'd captured it HERE for posterity...
Crazy? Maybe... But I suspect it's that pretty baby that he uses for his *coughs* precision 'work', carried out in the wee hours most nights... *spews... Ja, so I'd lain there with this odd little circle of pain next to my spine, and told him out loud that he was nuts.. Whether it was one of the many oops! moments, or he'd meant for me to surface while he was busy, I have no idea... He'd left me alone after that, and I'd risen at 3.20am, and only now at 4.10am, is he pushing Millie into wakefulness....
There's a big difference between the white chalk-like substance used to mark the laser's path, and the white emulsion, or are they one and the same thing? Zinc oxide maybe? What do they put with it to compress it into pieces that can be used like a lump of chalk? HERE. The Wall Jumpers have left enough pieces of it lying about the yard over the last couple of years, for me to have bagged at least one or two samples...
As fascinating as that is, it's the clear liquid that's been used so liberally on our precast walls, that intrigues me most.. Though the wet patches are clearly visible soon after it's been slapped on, once it dries out it's impossible to see, and yet I'm aware that given the right circumstances, it would glow a phosphorescent green, just as it did HERE... Yep, I'm betting that's Freddie's upstairs 'office' where that fat cable snakes into the wall at No. 12, and that patch of lumo green makes it unmissable...
I'm also guessing that it's that clear application that had me getting lucky with my very first pale green hologram hanging up against the precast wall HERE... It was also applied to my kitchen door, and I suspect to the end of the little chest in the lounge that has the TV on top of it... How do you find it, if it's invisible? Try using a damp cloth and you'll see that a pale brown mess appears, in no way like standard household grime, that simply refuses to come off.. You can swab it around as much as you like, but when you give up, there's still a dull messy patch left behind..
While V's suggestion that I use paraffin, might work on the lawnmower daubings, I'm not about to try it on my kist or back door... Those gossamer-like tiny white cups that dot the courtyard walls? Created by some nameless insect, or a really clever application involving gelatin? It's a shame that my IQ dictated I be refused registration at www.holoforum.org, as you can guarantee that Ahmet and Dinesh between them could answer all my questions, and then some... *sighs..
LATER at 4.45am
One of my finds yesterday had been something called Radio Luminescent Paint, that contains a radioactive isotope (radionuclide), and though I'm in way over my head, I'd venture to say that doesn't sound user-friendly at all.. Remind me again what it was that had finished off Vincent's room-mate not long ago? No, don't shrug me off with the ubiquitous AIDS excuse.. What really took him out?
The army of droogs set up in the jondolos and given access to a few Multi-Choice Channels, a satellite dish, and the ever-watchful decoder box, are often tasked to hop over walls and apply the necessary laser-attracting substances after dark..
To attend to those things that it's impossible for your own trusted gardener to achieve, or risk being caught..
Are these nocturnal visitors supplied with any sort of safety gear to protect them against some of the chemical compounds they work with? Gloves, even? I guess you know the anwser to that one already.. 'I told him to be careful handling this or that' doesn't cut it with me at all... *looks over at the Jaguars Club on Barns Rd. Field... Any blood on your mischief-making hands, in that particular area of expertise? How many of the members over there keep supplies of those different substances to hand out to the droogs dotted about in the jondolos? Does your father-in-law know what you're involved with? I'd lay odds that's a no..*vomits...
It's the Dubai link that gives the game away every time.. The opportunity of making big bucks up there came about through the kind auspices of which Benefactor? The reformed and newly philanthropic Druglord, Earl Michael Barnabas, perchance? You don't mind being used and taken for a Sucker? Try rocking the boat just a centimeter off keel and see what it gets you... Rather take the easy way out and do as you're told without question... Mugs. *mutters...
Whose brilliant idea was it to create the ongoing noise disturbance at the Clubhouse, after hours? Much the same game plan carried out by the ChickenKing next door, when he'd set up shop here in 1998, and I guess it's to be found in the early Chapters of the Experiment Manual?
A most effective means of upsetting all those citizens within earshot of that deliberately created racket, right? It's guaranteed that the more vociferous of the Complainants will have their power supplies invaded and a few 'extras' tossed their way to silence them, is it not? Scenarios that many of the Good people here in the Zone are now aware of, but choose to do nothing about, due to self-preservation...
I don't understand? EXCUSE me? My word, if anyone understands, it's got to be this Simpleton whose been hog-tied to the Butcher's Block for longer than I care to remember..
A demo model, along with my friends and neighbours, to be used and abused as an entertaining distraction, while the net thrown over you and yours grows tighter by the day...
There's no light at the end of this tunnel for you, and there never was.. Maybe 20 or 30 years down the line, the real results of this drive to harness the world will be revealed, and maybe it will all have been worth it.. I simply don't know...
It's another grey and wet day outdoors, as the sky lightens.. Perfect to go out and catch some spheres left hugging the ground under the weight of the rain clouds.. Nope. Been there, done that..
I'd only gotten to show the Mast Fighter two of my now five memory cards, and while she was suitably intrigued, my guess is that she's already forgotten them under the pressure of her daily work, and my communications with the Environmentalist give me to believe she's having problems with her computer, that will no doubt increase as days go by...
Par for the course, and I shouldn't be surprised if the Area Controller for that section of Kingsborough isn't now in daily contact with our Posterboy next door... There's all manner of mischief to be made in a newly upgraded target's home, is there not, Balliram? That is, assuming she IS a target, and hasn't been whispered to of the biggest Secret in the country involving (wait for it) National Security...*hushed tones...
Two words that have effectively frightened many otherwise vocal Good Citizens into silence, and kept their lips sealed on even the most appalling abuse being carried out under their noses...
Am I angry that young Professor Els dumped me like a hot potato? Nothing could be further from the truth.. That kind young man was played like a fish, and though an attempt was made to enrol him, I'd like to think they couldn't get past his moral integrity...
Will he be forced to participate in the Experiment running up there in Sleepy Hollow? Was he given an ultimatum to assist in wiring up his area to the laser surveillance system, or did the criminals in charge up there in Pietermaritzburg decide he was best left alone? Hopefully, the latter...
Damn, but everything looks so normal out there in the drizzling rain, and if it weren't for the constant physical reminders of my Squatter's presence, I'd be hard put to focus on my obsession.. As such a vital link (pfft..) in the signal's chain, there's no way I can escape the massive jolts of pain and the heatwaves, as the Sadist or his colleague throw open the airwaves.. Allen Spence and Balliram between them took care of that back in 2005, when they'd diligently cooked away our immune systems...
Compensation? Dear Lord, how that must have had those two rolling on the floor, convulsed with mirth.. Like Mr. van Zyl and Boorman, all Spence had to say was 'prove it', and it was Game Over... A payout to B.Snr. for the trauma and suffering you caused him, could well have meant that they weren't forced to relocate. A fact that I'm hoping will be tacked on to your karma to come back and bite you when you least expect it..*teeth..
I'd been half-expecting young Miss R. to arrive frothing at my gates yesterday, and happily she didn't.. Is the Big Boss (as she refers to him) home or abroad, right now? Like I said Earl, you may want to rein in those two scurvy siblings and their buddy over in Crouch Road, or your Double-Agent Balliram is going to hit the headlines again soon, whether her fears are real or imagined... Have a good day... Peace
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Monday 8th October 2012 at 9am
