Falling stars....
(begun Saturday 16th March at 4.55am...)
It's been a laugh a minute, manipulating this old Fool, right? You'll simply lay a small suggestion down in front of me and then watch with delight as I run around in circles and blow it up out of all proportion? That's probably the reason I avoid reading other people's blogs as well.. Too poep that I'll start plagiarising their ideas and style, so I avoid them altogether, and plough on with my limited vocab and in-your-face yapping, while constantly veering from topic to topic...
Nope, that's wrong already, as I've only really one topic that appeals to me...
I don't consciously go looking for those re-runs of Ancient Aliens, but it turns out they fill a gap between programs that I do try and watch... von Braun and his fellow scientists most definitely intrigue me, and it's undeniable that technology took a giant leap forward during and after Hitler's reign...
Did you all fall about convulsed when I'd pounced on the Cobalt factory like that, simply because the ultra-short laser beams appear so partial to the colour blue? Still, it would be interesting to know how much involvement if any, they have with Roux's initial 'discovery'... Did any of you bother to go poke around in Germany to see whether the Goblins might well be linked to the magic of the laser/wireless surveillance technology, and the spheres that are now being seen around the world?
And while I'm at it, WTF is that star thingie that hangs in the sky above the Reservoir Hills waterworks? A communications satellite?
I've not yet solved the riddle of the smudge that appears in the sky in several of my later pictures HERE.. I'm aware that the Panasonic is ancient by today's standards, but you have to admit it still takes a fairly decent picture, and it's only the User that's holding it back.. Actually, I should go run through that series of pics I took of the clouds above the gumtrees, and they should show whether that smudge is now a permanent fault on the lens, or not...
The little bats are darting about among Roux's blanket of invisible gold-dust out there, as they try to snatch a last hasty bite before retiring... I'm pretty darned lucky to be able to sit here and watch the dawn sky each day, and I know it...
Was there any significance to that cover over the aircon unit facing us, that I'd not noticed before I posted that picture on FB yesterday? Should I be paying more attention to that box on the wall that's capable of creating such a wind that it can blow my coir-like hair back on my head? Maybe... My mind's jumping about all over the show right now, and it's late, so I'll pack it in and get back to you when I can...
Sunday 17th March at 2.45am
Suddenly wide awake at 2.30am, I don't know what hit me first. The stench of Millie's eau de rotte, or the shocking level of the BackFire frequency that swamped my corner of the bedroom... Any of you other 'Experts in the Field' of Roux and Petruccione's wondrous technology want to venture an opinion on just why it's necessary to run that stuff through the roof at 2.30am in the morning? Don't be coy, FFS... I know you're out there.. Balliram may be a big fish in a small pond here in KZN, and is by now quite possibly Head of Management for the Criminal Operations Team, but what about his counterparts dotted across the country? Why is it important to run the wireless at those extremes when ninety percent of your targets are flat out and snoring, and there's so little data worth thieving? *It's now 8.13am as I sit here updating online, and the blessed BackFire has arrived in force....*
It's not necessary, and it's just a privilege the Pig is allowed, in return for his *chokes* expertise? Yeah, that makes sense... *pukes...
I gather some of Lazzie's lads came round late yesterday afternoon on a VISPOL mission? (That would be Visible Policing to you). I was given to understand that a SAPS Sydenham vehicle was parked off on No. 6's verge while the occupants sat about chatting amiably to their good buddy, the criminal Balliram? She'd sent me a text to say I should go take a dekko, but as usual my Network Admin had intercepted it, and his pals had left quite smartly thereafter... *winks...
Any really short, really cute Officers among them? *waves happily to the Druglord's nephew.... Man, if it was you up there, it would've been great if you could've cut your socialising short and headed over to Block B to scatter a few of your Oomie's young clients temporarily...?
Just for show mind you, as the many honest tenants over at Sydenham Heights can never be allowed to forget who really owns those three apartment blocks, right? So no, I'm not asking that you actually arrest any of those kids that seem to have an easily acquired and endless supply of banned substances, just to make it look like you care, every now and then.... Chatting openly in friendly fashion to the Scum next door may give the impression to a casual passer-by that our Balliram is an upstanding member of the community, or alternatively, it could go quite a way to confirming the relationship he has with Dodge City.... Take your pick, dear Reader...
The records will show that it had been godschild who'd initiated the brief but pleasant chat we'd had up on the verge the day before yesterday... A chat that had left me as baffled as ever... Would I lie to you? he'd asked me at some point... It's like this - If Jesus said that it was in His best interests to avoid the truth where I'm concerned, then ja, I don't see the Devout One having a problem with that... The fact is that he's a lovely lad, and I can forgive him just about anything, real or imagined...
BTW, those two muni-blue clad Electricity Department droogs that had been fiddling about with the load in the back of my Excellent Neighbour's truck the week before, causing my paranoia to run on high? Apparently he'd told them they could help themselves to the metal rods he was carrying, and that's all they were doing.. *coughs...
While it's unpleasant to suspect every other citizen is involved in this corrupt scheme, I've come to accept my behaviour as the norm, and you're pretty much guilty until proven otherwise.. *red-faced... He was telling me how he'd been out walking his two big dogs on their leads the other day, when the newer dog had uncharacteristically gone for a passer-by with some serious intent, leaving him startled by the animal's unusual behaviour...
Do you shrug off my assertions that your normally placid animals can be driven mad through the use of carefully applied wireless frequencies? That they can now be made to turn on each other or you, with ease? That they can be cowed into huddling silently in a corner while your home is invaded and your assets are removed?
Criminals such as Collin P. Balliram can now easily cause your dogs to suddenly begin growling and rush to your boundary walls as if there were an intruder nearby... How many times will he do this before you begin to ignore the dog's warning barks and shrug them off as being silly? How many times before the Slimeball considers you've grown sufficiently complacent and sends the Real Deal around to invade your home and terrorise your family? Ag, never mind how nuts I sound, just do me a favour and be cautious around your animals, and if they've taken to shaking their heads and flapping their ears a lot, have the buggers checked for ear-mites straight away...
If the Vet finds nothing, then be aware that your street is wired to the surveillance technology, and that your precious dogs are taking enormous strain as a result... Each time I go through my latest pictures I see that one of Nobby gazing up at me imploringly, and yet I left him to suffer for another two months before I'd called her and asked whether I could take him to the vet..
An offer that had enraged the Sadist to the point where he'd finished off his own dog overnight... His heart? His brain? Anyone's guess, but you can see for yourselves it was no peaceful passing... I figure I'm almost as guilty as the murderous Sicko next door, for not attempting to save the creature sooner, and the jolt of guilt and sadness I feel each time I see that damned picture is the very least I deserve...
It's nearly 4am, and the flashes far out on the horizon tell me there's an electrical storm out to sea.. From the unpleasant levels of the BackFire frequency filling this room, you can rest assured the Pig himself is peering over my shoulder, keeping up with my scribbles, word for word... Do you struggle to accept that such sophisticated technology exists, and that I'm sucking the whole thing from my thumb? You haven't the time nor inclination to consider such things are possible, and are too busy trying to keep a roof over your family's head, to care?
Where are your children? Sat in front of their laptops or computers, off the streets, and out of harm's way? You think? Do they need reminding to be kind to their fellow man, or are you too late already? A hard place, for you've no choice but to let them get on with it...
LATER at 4.10am
When I'd gone up yesterday to let Vincent in the gates, I'd found the Old Bill and his youngest busy trying to locate the electricity meter among all the ruin of No. 11's wall.. The Spawn had shot me a sideways glance filled with loathing, and I can't say I blame the kid... I only hope he goes on to achieve his dream of joining MI5 some day... MI5? Ag, I don't know what they call it these days, but you know what I mean...
Hmm... I've just looked up in time to see a star carrying it's silver tail behind it, fall vertically down into the sea.. Odd... Normally they seem to burn out at an angle, surely? I must go...
Peace..
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Sunday 17th March 2013 at 8.46am.
