Hard to break...
(begun Monday 17th December at 10.30am...)
I'm intrigued... Could Stef Roux give us another location where a community was subjected to what I refer to as a laser shower machine for a respectable length of time, during which to ascertain the long term affects it had on the citizens? In the July 2011 Popular Mechanics, Roux claims to still hanker after the equipment, though I'll stick to my guns and say it had already arrived, and was up and running by the second half of 2010..
That would make it just over two years that the people here in the Zone began going about their business in what amounts to a solid blanket of invisible ultra-short laser beams... Is that really long enough to judge whether it's having any sort of detrimental effect on some, more than others?
Back when the Theft of Privacy Surveillance technology first kicked off here in the Zone, I lost count of the Needles to the Eyes that I took during Balliram's rampant invasions of our home.. A phenomenon I'm certain that many of our more troublesome and vocal community members will be familiar with by now.. You would claim that the occasional eye-strike is unavoidable due to the sheer number of laser beams in the air? I can't argue on that point, but I'm talking about before Prof. Roux acquired the technology he was waiting for, when it was left to the Chosen, led by their Tutor here in the Crescent, to employ their Truman Show-like laser program to access ours and thieve our privacy...
Hits to the eyes were still a relatively simple error to make? How odd then, that I took so many as I lay prone and motionless on Cloud 9, after lights out.. I'm guessing that the frequent blurred vision and inability to focus came later, once the sky itself above the Zone became literally saturated with the gold-dust particles, and you simply couldn't avoid them...? The deterioration to my hearing is another story, and is tied into a particular frequency that has been employed randomly for years... That would be the one that causes Knives to the ears and a thumping ache to the jaw, and I'd love to watch the Coward duck and dive as he tried explaining the necessity for it's use, other than to deliberately torture his trapped guinea-pigs... *snorts...
Is there in fact anywhere else on earth that such dense clouds of this specific technology blanket a built-up area, or is this to be our claim to fame here in South Africa?
Tuesday 18th December at 4am..
It's maybe two years since the Paradise Fly-catcher chose to nest in one of the straggly mulberry trees below our boundary wall... That funny strangled squeak they give when they're disturbed is unmissable, and it's generally what alerts the two little dogs to the monkey's visits... In the hours of darkness however, (*woop!woop!woop!) it's become synonymous with the Enhancer bird.. It never changes.. I lie there and first comes the fly-catcher's choked squeak, followed immediately by the shrill song from the Enhancer bird.. *blinks... Does Balliram activate something in those white wireless boxes down on the telephone poles that run the length of the valley, and is that what startles the fly-catcher just seconds before the NAT rings out? Nature has it's own magic, so of course it could be the real deal, though how it's managed to avoid being seen for the two or three years it's camped down there, is a real mystery to me...
When I flushed the loo five minutes ago, the bowl didn't fill up properly, and when I'd unlocked the front door and gone out onto the verandah to sniff suspiciously at the air, there'd been the heavy smell of something, fosho.. More like an unpleasant chemical stench than faeces, but I'll have to wait and see what the Controller has been up to... I dug all the grass off the drain cover yesterday morning, so it can be easily raised by someone braver than me, but even then, there was no bad smell at all... Odd...
Between our double-ply loo paper and the mulberry tree roots, I can't tell you how many times I've had to call the hardy Sewage guys in to bail us out, and the stench would always be appalling.. In the years since we woke up and changed over to single-ply, we've had little or no problems at all...
I've blogged before in the past of opening our doors first thing in the morning to encounter a wall of heavily scented chemicals.. It's usually strongest over towards No. 6's kitchen wall and pipes, but on more than one occasion has appeared to emanate from our own lines.. When I'd strolled out onto the front garden path last night just before going to bed, there'd been no smell at all.. What there had been, was the faint vibrating sound of what I can only assume was my Controller's own personal wireless song, as it grew stronger the nearer I got to der Bunker.. Almost impossible to tell whether it was coming from his, or our corner of the yard.. *yawns...
I sense the Pig next door is attempting to make up for lost time, and intends reminding you all with a flourish, that you don't cross his path and get away with it.. *chokes.. Would my head be his idea of the ultimate stocking filler? Hell, yes...
Did you catch Ms. Dorny on 50/50 on SABC2 last night? We were watching Come Dine With Me when I'd had a call to say she was on, but by the time we turned over, we'd only caught the last five minutes, and a pretty damaging five minutes they were, hey Jannie?
The GW said he recognised the presenter as being a weather reporter, and the chap was pathetically cautious in his closing remarks, as he trotted out the Party lies, oops, I mean lines... Will it be aired again, or will it vanish forever, and it's brief appearance glossed over as insignificant...?
How'm I doing over in mybroadband's News and Current Affairs forum, with that thread I dragged from out of the crypt? I have to say the Poisonous Rabbit showed some remarkable restraint, and when I'd logged in to go see if he'd bothered to reply, I found myself laughing out loud... You can guarantee he's just getting into his stride, and I'd best kit myself out in full body armour before signing in today, that's for sure...
LATER at 7.30am
The GW has just switched on the telly to read the news, and was given a window saying that a 48- minute upgrade to our decoder was underway.. Really? Genuine, or more mischief from the Arch-Manipulator of Appliances? *waits... We lost our Zone Reality channel sometime last week, though the GW insists it's been replaced by a CBS Reality channel.. I cry bullshit, as the ads are still running for Zone Reality, but who knows, as we have little or no say over our content anymore...
LATER at 8.45am
Someone stuck a couple of Knives into me about ten minutes earlier.. It's anyones guess who's on this shift and can claim credit, as I figure our Fred will swing wide our doors over the Festive season... The Sadist will tell you that I'm a habit that's hard to break, but I doubt he'll add that he's recently trebled his efforts to do just that.. *snorts...
The old man has taken our Foster-dog Cola up to Westville to have his shaggy coat and long claws trimmed, and I'd debated whether to text Missus Courageous and inform her of his outing, but decided she'd probably prefer it if I didn't.. *sighs...
The giant grey-bellied cumulus (sp) clouds are moving up north against the blue sky, and it's a seriously stunning morning here in the City of the Crooked..
Are you planning on dipping your toes into what Sutcliffe and MacLeod insist is the pristine water off our coastline? Several well-timed thunderstorms set across the holiday period will easily cover any of the more obvious indications that the ex-City Manager and his erstwhile henchman are pulling a fast one when it comes to the quality of our sea water.. I'm waffling again..
Cheers and peace..
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Tuesday 18th December 2012 at 11.24am.