The Greek...
(begun Sunday 24th February at 7.30am..)
*Anyone care to open a book on just how many Pink Error Saving bars pop up as I type this update? Go for it....*
Just some sort of a GAME? Is that how it's being touted? First taught how to hack into your unsuspecting neighbour's computer and from there into their home itself? *spews... And no, we most certainly don't have a webcam plugged into the PC, as that was something even this Dumbass could figure out, wouldn't be a good idea.... Tellus, Mistuh Expert in the Field? Any of your or Freddie's newbie recruits a little unnerved when I bellow out loud at their arrival? And what do you say to them? Ag, she does that, just ignore her?
I've spent a happy half hour going through the February issue of Popular Mechanics, and my head is about to explode with all of the unaccustomed info.. Turns out I was right, and nowhere in the 'Who's Spying on You' piece is the word laser even mentioned... A shame, but it's not like Popular Mechanics would be allowed to give away the Telecom's Giants desire to rule the world, and how they're going about it.. *shrugs...
That gap aside, the mind boggles at so much sophisticated technology, and it's one of the rare occasions when I wish I were a few years younger, and had the time and finances to invest in some of those fantastic innovations..
The Chop had finally pulled his Beemer in at 6.10am, with his customary chirrup, and not long after that he was going full-tonk at my side and middle again... Does he intend for me to ultimately join the growing list of Asherville residents who've already succumbed to various forms of abdominal cancer? Is that the plan, Stan? *interested.... Although some of your Recruits don't always focus, and they hit my right side in error, it's the left side you're concentrating on, not so? *helpful as always...
It's those occasional misdirected jabs that really give the game away, although judging by the deep ache that hits the area when I cross by the microwave or kitchen sink, I'd say you're achieving your goal one way or the other...
*At which point in scribbling at the desk, Balliram hit Sophie as she sat next to me, triggering that weird petit mal display of mindless circling on her bum... Not to be confused in any way with a gland situated in a dog's rear that may sometimes cause them distress.. That's the one he reserves for young Cola....*
Monday 25th February at 3.30am
The moon was already dropping behind the Graduate's home when I made myself a coffee, and it's still really bright out there... A quiet night for you? I was woken at 1.30am to find both eyes felt as if I'd had them taped open and done a marathon through a sand storm, and even now they feel pretty fragile... From the left ovary up to my middle I swear I've been run over by a bus, so I guess the Knob and his Master Class can award themselves some extra credits? *heaves...
I'd gone out onto the front path with the dogs at 8.30pm last night.. There'd been a rusty sort of a Wireless Song coming from nearby, but the nearer I got to der Bunker, the more it faded out of earshot...So I'd have to guess it's running out from his front deck area somewhere...
I'd glanced up at our spotlight down the end of the path, to find that Vincent had as usual been doing way more than just pruning the hedge and fiddlewood tree on his Saturday visit...
He appears to have gone to town on the roof tiles under the eaves HERE... That bright acid-green substance that he's applied so liberally to the stone wall by the toolshed, HERE, has somehow found it's way up onto the tiles surrounding that light... He'd been up the long ladder, supposedly trimming the top of the eugenia hedge, and he'd probably figured why not add a few more embellishments to the house... I'll go check down the side path later and I'll probably find more evidence of his handiwork under those eaves as well.. I wouldn't mind in the least, if I knew for a fact that stuff wasn't going to do anything other than lure the laser beams in, but I don't... Next time he comes, should I hand him a bottle of paraffin and a brush, and tell him to clean it all off? Naaa, shame...
Like me, the Coward next door doesn't bother to think things through much at all, and he's gone after the two little dogs with a will, since topping his own animal HERE... I'd remarked to the GW sometime after 7am yesterday that Sophie had had one of her 'turns' as she sat next to me here at the desk, and he'd replied she'd already had two episodes earlier...I'm going to start taking pictures of that weird blind and dazed expression on her face when she's in the throes of those wireless generated fits, and build me up a nice little montage... Combined with the pictures I took of Nobby's corpse, and maybe a few of Cola with his ears flattened and his tail tucked in with fear, I could probably create an interesting Christmas Card for Missus Balliram, that would be hand-delivered?
She's been kind to me lately, when she didn't really have to be, so I figure I owe her that much at least.. I've only watched one or two of Koosie's Who Did I Marry shows on the Crime Channel, and maybe my pictorial evidence will serve to wake her up from her denial... (Possibly she was right all along, and I AM creepy after all, but what would you do?) BTW, Missus Balliram had rung me twice over the two days of Nobby's sad demise.. Both calls had been to my severely compromised landline, and both calls had been as clear as a bell, without so much as a hint of static interference on the line...
Who's the Head Honcho over at the Telkom Depot these days? Would he be tickled pink to google himself and find he's up there with Ian Halliday and Brian Poole for engaging in fraudulent business practises? For knowingly accepting the GW's payments, despite being aware the service is routed through No. 6's line? See how long your patience lasts, when you pick up the phone to make a call, and there's so much manufactured static on the line that you have to abandon the idea...
Grumbling again, am I, Missus Kazee? Sure I am, and while I'm at it, have your offspring gained their diplomas in the art of laser use yet? If so, whose home were they directed into, during their early hacking lessons? No. 33, or ours down here at No. 8? *curious...
There'd been a pic in the Tribune Herald on Page 5 of the Royal Security owner and his wife, and I have to say that despite his millions, they both looked like rabbits trapped in a truck's headlights.. Go see for yourselves... It seems like a lifetime ago that young Lance Moodley would've convinced his dad it'd be a fine prank to buy out the little hole in the wall on the Esplanade where I took my banger for it's service...
Is your papa still chuckling these days, Lance, or is something coming back to haunt him at last? Been in touch with Sutcliffe lately?
Despite the horrendous report in the Sunday Times, see: I Saw Them Kill on pages 4 and 5, it irked me no end when I'd gone over to Facebook to find my Likes had been fiddled with, in my absence... Should I have been relieved that my liking for the Durban Organised Crime Unit had disappeared off of my opening page? I'd whined about it in a tweet to the Snowman and voila!, when I'd gone in later on it had been reinstated.. *winks...
In the light of the Greek's revelations, do I regret my support for Booysen's Unit? How can I do that? I'm pretty far along the de-humanised road myself, so how could I point fingers at some of those Officer's more than callous behaviour?
Hey - You only have to look at how happily you've sat back and been amused by the brutal physical assaults taking place in our home, to know that the Experiment Author's 'Man's inhumanity to man' script is playing out perfectly... Of course, my hopes that Roy Hartley and Martin Welz would patch up their differences and work together, pretty much went down the tubes forever yesterday, but cest la vie, as they say..
LATER at 4.45am..
For the second morning in a row I've not been treated to the noisier of my Master's wireless enhancers, though from the fluctuating pressure in the ear nearest der Bunker, either his presence or one of his slavish proxies, is a given... Have you ventured over to my Facebook page to see whether my one-sided conversation with Doktor Sutcliffe is available, or whether the Coward hides it from Public view? *curious..
The threats of legal retaliation against what might be perceived as slanderous comments made on the social networks are coming thick and fast, and for that reason I very much doubt the mybroadband Members List is set to reappear anytime soon...
Will those *aand the first pink Error Saving Bar graces my page...* heavy-handed threats have me tempering my speculations with a tad more caution? Not a bleeding chance...
After all, I'm among the dwindling number who don't have any secrets to hide, or criminal activities to tuck away under the carpet, am I not, Mikey?
Did Vivian Reddy consult you on the matter of his obscenely lavish bash held at uShaka? Did you encourage him to go for it? Did you have a hand in seeing to it that the murderer Sifiso Zulu walks out of chookie a free man, later today?
With the amount of Leverage Files you've garnered, there's pretty much no problem you can't solve, if the price is right?
As I sit here gazing out at the dawn sky, I'm suddenly hit fiercely in the side, as another soldier of the Yellow Army leaps into ours, and I'd strongly recommend you live for the day, Herr Sutcliffe..
At the drop of a hat, your Master's may decide you've outlived your usefulness, and you could be gracing the front pages in a bodybag... Take care now and
peace...
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Monday 25th February 2013 at 8.48am..
