Monday, December 26, 2011

Was that Grandma Trinity I saw again last night?

It sure did look like her.  She didn't look happy or nearly as sexy as when I saw her smokin'  that cigarette that one day.  Let me guess--next time I see her she'll be blasting out of a window about two thirds of the way up that new building behind Chevy's in the midst of fireball right into a triple gainer on to a Ducati 800 waiting on the back of flat-bed semi below.  Right?

This is really getting ridiculous.  I see the setups--at Macy's, at the Post Office, etc.--and they don't effect my game at this point.  I'm kind sorta past all of it, I hate to tell ya.  I will keep e-mailing Charlie Savage until everything stops.


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Saturday, December 24, 2011

Focus

I hear the insulting comments suggesting that you--apparently you "internalizing adult-eduction people"--have done me a favor.  Please let me assure you that I am well aware that you have done nothing of the sort and in fact have done me a great deal of harm.  I figured out how far back my targeting goes because of my experience with Marty Eggert and nothing else.  I am now simply coming to the full realization that regardless of your self-serving, self-important rationale, you have no right to approve or disapprove of, or dictate, anything I do, anything I say, and most definitely, anything I think.  I'm not against marriage, but I will not be coerced into it against my will.  If there's anything wrong with me, it's that I let you get away with it for so long.  Despite the way you've abused me, I'm just getting back to the confident focused person I was before things got really bad with my family after 2003, despite all of the covert psychological harassment I'd been subject to for years before that.  I'll take 10 mes against a hundred yous any day.  I'm confident in my innocence of all the allegations and I will pursue justice until I get it.  I am well aware that the grand sum of everything wrong with me, including my debts, is complete joke compared to the injustice that has been perpetrated against me.  You love talkin' about Karma.  I'll see to it.

I will treat myself to a pair of Ray-Bans this week, and there's not a fucking thing you'll do about it.


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Happy Holidays from GSC!

This guys use to love to put on a weird kind of act in front of me on the street, flailing his arms and head, sometimes changing his angle to run right at me.  I got the phone and put the camera on him once and all that stopped.  It's amazing how well it works.  He's one of the few perps I've seen repeatedly:





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Thursday, December 22, 2011

Higher Thoughts

I'm getting tired of having to do this all the time, but this is telling.  There's positively no denying this one.  Check out the second story on my Yahoo page under "News...For...You.":



Note the top story and everything else below "THE BEAUTY OF CHURCHES MAY LEAD US TO HIGHER THOUGHTS."  Does it make sense to you that that story, which is positively not a piece of "news", ranked above "Finland Found Patriot Missiles on China-bound Ship" or "Judge Blocks Part of South Carolina Immigration Law" or anything else on that list?  Why is it in all caps? 

I'll tell ya what leads higher thoughts.  Marijuana. 





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Wednesday, December 21, 2011

The Boldness Factor

Ya know, more than once someone suggested the whole thing is a boldness game.  I'm not sure that I could get any more bold than I already have.  I've got the whole thing narrowed down to a small group of possibilities and there are a few things I'm sure of, but, again, since I "have no outside frame of reference," I can't really pin down things definitively and therefore have to cast blame on my best guesses.  So it goes.  If you don't like what I'm doing, maybe you should address me directly and openly like a human being.  I resent this game and I didn't ask to be part of it.  I mean, since I'm a child and everything...no, sorry--I'm a baby.  Yeah, that's it.  Since I'm a baby, I don't understand the rain of hints.  I don't just need it spelled out.  I need it spoon-fed.  Is it because I took a security job at an abandoned steel mill and, like ol' Paul Kudary said after he opened the mic on his walki-talkie so you could listen to or record the conversation, "You know, this is a Homeland Security job, right?"  Or, no, wait...it's not just that.  It must have to do with Wayne or his sidekick saying something like, "We'll train you our way."  Thus ensued the flood of traumatic input, including Wayne's theatrical presentation about keeping all that blood off your hands at the scene of an accident.  It's all that stuff, right?  And, of course, that little bald sidekick of his also said, "You have to prove you're worthy."  I didn't know what he was talking about and was afraid to say, "You mean to guard this empty plant?!, for fear of him thinking I didn't take it seriously.  Or is that my psychotic radical feminist white male-bashing bio-mother signed me up for it as she hinted at.  I'm concerned about her motives and I have every right to be, by the way.  Or did she just catch wind of it?  Oh, it's all so confusing.  She also dropped a hint about a Catch-22.

Ya know what else?  It's not so much that I'm against the job, whatever it might be.  I just don't like the way I've been handled.  Really--I'm a very reasonable guy.  Easy going, even.  Maybe too much so.  Either way, I'll keep on being "bold" until somebody speaks the fuck up.  As always, I'm sitting right out in broad daylight.

Did I mention I also had a brush with the Landmark Forum, an offshoot of Scientology--through the Reverend, no less?  He actually promoted it in his sermons.  I'm not kidding.


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Tuesday, December 20, 2011

He Hates His Trainers

No...actually, that's not true.  They say hate is not the opposite of love, so that can't be it.  I don't give a shit for my trainers.  Maybe I would if I knew what I was being trained for and when it started or when it ends, etc.  Maybe I would if I had ever agreed to be trained for anything.  Maybe I would if I wasn't being treated like a dog.  All that silly stuff.  I take it this new one's because of the new post on my other blog?  Yeah--I noticed that a long time ago.  Or that fact that I'm sitting on a nice comfortable piece of furniture, maybe.


I appreciate the interest, but respectfully decline, ok?  Pay me for this "training" I never expressed interest in or agreed to and we'll be done with it.  I'm the wrong guy for it.  You don't want me.  I'm a writer.  That's it.

And by the way, if you insist on continuing to run a play that doesn't work, that's fine with me: 



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Monday, December 19, 2011

"It's like a Chess game."

Constant loud talking and exaggerated loud laughing.  Made a comment when they sat down about it "being like a Chess game."  They both glance over at me to gauge my reaction about every three minutes.  The girl makes constant herky-jerky gestures with her hands, arms, and head, another common tactic.  It's like she's epileptic or something.  An unimpressive woman talking to her douche container...



They just ran out and headed south on Grant before my upload completed.  It is positively not a game to me and I don't care who gets screwed in the process of ending it.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

16th Street Team Breaks Up / Henri

I went to play Trigger today as I was scrolling through my posts and I got the message, "This video has been removed by the user."  Hmmmm...  Then I went to check out the SF State page for MiyAko and the 16th street team, and Miyako's page now indicates "No movies or projects yet" and "No teams."  Check it out:

http://www.campusmoviefest.com/users/45658-miyako-abe

While I was at it, I figured I'd check out team captain, Natasha Warder.  She's still runnin' the "team" but according to her page, she's the only one on it and again, no trace of Trigger:

http://www.campusmoviefest.com/users/17905-natasha-warder

Why did she abandon Trigger, do ya think?  What happened to Miyako?  How fascinating.

Hmmmm...  did I mention that the investigation is under way?


Also, I went out and tried to enjoy myself last night and was able to do it quite thoroughly despite roughly a dozen operatives showing up to hassle me.  What happened was another great example of what these pricks do.  There were 3 couples among them and the douche-bag guys literally kept leaning on me and bumping into me constantly.  I could tell the one prick who kept backing up into me was getting nice in pissed off because I was sticking my elbow in his back, well aware there wasn't a fucking thing he was going to do about it.  Then a couple guys stood next to me at the bar and one of them wouldn't stop shouting during their "conversation."  Then he started saying something like, "It's not the band, it's the crowd." and kept shouting it at me from my side over and over again until I finally turned and said, "Yeah, because they won't shut the fuck up."  He then did exactly that.  Then some other guy started hollering and patting me on the shoulder over and over very briskly making a comment about "showing enthusiasm."  (I see the double bind.)  Then outside during the break a few idiots walked up to me and got going with the passive hostility they love so much and one of them made a direct reference to an e-mail I've been sending east in bunches  And finally, a woman who is exactly "my type" that they love sending at me and who was not an employee of the establishment came to the bar to deliver several empty glasses in front of me before turning to me and asking as she waited to make an order, "Do you want to go ahead of me?  You were in front of me." as she flipped her hair.  I said, "No.  Go ahead."  It wasn't the first time I saw a facial expression that indicated shock at not receiving the expected reaction to the manipulating stimuli.  She was so obvious.  That was very early in the night and I do not recall seeing her for the remainder.  And inside it wasn't the normal asshole-to-bellybutton bump and grind of a night at a music club.  The place wasn't that packed and the same 2 guys "inadvertently" bumping into me over and over could  have easily avoided it.  I also know the guy who was acting cool and talking to me about the band was part of it as well.  I don't know exactly what agency, etc. they represent, so we'll just call them feds.  My guess is CIA.  They have a fucking hard-on for me.  I know it sounds crazy, but you've got to understand that their goal is to simply prevent me from having any authentic human interaction at all as well as spoiling it any time I try to do something enjoyable.   Fuck 'em.

So, then, as promised...


Another one of these operatives is a Henrietta Larson.  She's and accountant or CPA or something  like that.  She and Steven Heitman double-teamed me after we all "met" at EDD's "Experience Unlimited."  I don't know if she's still in town or not.  She goes by Henri and she kind of looks like someone who might appear in a small-town production of Hansel and Gretel.


Also... I will decide what's "age appropriate" for me--and in any other way, for that matter.  There were quite a few people there older than me.  It's wasn't that young of a crowd.  You just have to understand the art.  Not that I care what you think.


Monday, December 12, 2011

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Sasha Goldenson, Release Manager

What do you suppose a "Release Manager" does?  Manages the release of new games that "connect the world?"  Hmmmm... I wonder.  Reminds me of "Impinj" and "Trigger."

I guess I should tell you about my experience with the kids from Zynga: "Connecting the World Through Games."  You should have seen the show Sasha Goldenson and his buddies put on for me.  Again, first of all, as in other disturbing incidents I've mentioned, I sat down at the bar at the Westin St. Francis where two of their operatives, a couple of very attractive women, where already seated with an open seat right next to them--the only open seat.  They were talking about New York or some other topic they like to use to bait me into conversations.  I can't tell you how many times this has happened.

Soon Sasha and a few of his buddies arrived and we all went and sat at a table.  Next thing I know, they're all jumping up and changing seats.  A main point of all this is just to keep the person confused with bizarre input.  They kind of turn your life into an ongoing episode of the Twilight Zone.  Sasha was very hostile in a smug, kind of passive-aggressive way that, quite frankly, turned my stomach a bit.  I don't recall everyone else's name, but the other guy, seated on my right for most of the encounter, was the one who insinuated the my whole life is a charade.  When we parted ways, they were all kind of hostile, etc.  I think this was before I got the Walkman, so I was still vulnerable to the hostile mind-screw aspect of all of this  What these folks did and many others involved have done is to imply that maybe they're on my side or something, while their actions clearly indicate otherwise.  If anyone's interested or cares, I can direct you to the exact time on the security tape.  Oh, yeah...one more thing...and this is probably noticeable on the tape:  One of the original 2 women, the Asian one, was seated on my left at one point and tried to slip something in my jacket pocket but I noticed and pulled it away before she could do it.


Zynga people:  I have no more reason to trust you any more than anybody else.  Your actions that night tell me you're not friendly at all.  I fact, I suspect you're very near the core of all this shit. 

Wanna be my buddy?  Speak directly and openly and stop fuckin' with me.

The time indicated marks the end of our soiree.

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Also, several operatives who bait me into encounters make comments indicating that I'm on a job and doing good work, etc.  Last night a woman said, "Thanks for the extra effort."  I'm not working for anyone.  I'm trying to extricate myself from this thing you fuckheads have set me up for and manipulated me into and I won't stop until it's done, so stop thanking me which you know just rubs it in my face more.   I am not doing any of this by my own will and I hate all you fuckers that are involved in "playing" me.  Everyone.  Please--don't thank me again.  Pay me for my "training" or "job well done", return me to a normal life and stay the fuck out of it.  Please.




Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical  Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick






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Saturday, December 10, 2011

Cynthia Green's Office at Volt

It's occurred to me that this little game has been going on for quite a few years.  A fella with Zynga insinuated my entire life has been a charade.  It also occurs to me in hindsight, that maybe a major part of it is just an observation/memory game if it's not actually all real, which I think most of it is.  One way or the other, though nobody probably cares, this is significant.  Like nearly everything else, I knew something was definitely wrong at the time, but never added it all up.  I just kind of wrote if off as strange and forgot about it after Cynthia's story about Jesus clearing the driveway.  When we dated was late 1996 or early 1997:

Cynthia Green invited me to her office at Volt Technical Services in Manhattan once.  She lead me to a room that was just a few steps from the main entrance and said it was her office.  We didn't pass any other offices on the way.  Instead of a desk, she had a glass-top dining table she "used" as a desk.  The 2 chairs for guests facing it were very ornate, like Victorian style or something, but tall, as was her chair.  The room also had very nice mood lighting and she had some folders and papers and maybe a few other office supplies spread around the table very neatly.  There was no file cabinet or other office furniture.  I knew it was odd and asked kind of sarcastically, "This is your office?"  She played it off like it was no big deal but I knew damn well it was not her office.

So, the upshot is, maybe she didn't really work for Volt or maybe she was working for them on a freelance basis, which is what I suspect, and for whatever reason, they played along with her and let her rearrange that reception/conference room to put on a little show for me.  Either way, it was not really her office.
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One more little story about Cynthia I love to tell.  She and I had a good laugh at this.  Then again, she's an actress, and knowing what I know now, it's possible she did it intentionally, but it seemed like a very authentic slip of the tongue:

We had a date planned at the last minute once that was her idea.  I think it was the La Fondu date.  Grunge was still in and I had a flannel tied around my waist so the sleeves where hanging down in front.  I picker her up a few flowers while we were together and was playfully holding them behind my back acting like it was a surprise.  She knew, of course, and played along and said, "Hey, Johnnnn, whatchya got behind your sleeve?"





Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Sasha goldenson, Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical  Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick


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Friday, December 9, 2011

I'm Someone's "Player"...

being trained.  Woody Hayes was tough on "his players," right?  The older woman who I happened to meet at that Italian restaurant on Polk and who I see sitting in the library reading psychology reference books and who called me a "Lothario" and made some kind of comment about people from Marin with BMWs actually had the nerve to make a reference to Woody Hayes to me.  I couldn't believe my ears.

Yep--it's a game and I'm someone's player possibly available for trade, right?  No, no, it's a psychological experiment or study.  No, no...wait... I'm the experiment as Barbara Ann Wolf recently insinuated.

Well...it's pretty clear it's both. 

No one knows all the rules but the umpires, right, Charlie?   Oh, what else, what else?...  There have been so many suggestions I've lost track.  Also, I have been hoping to goad someone into following through on the death threats, but no one seems to have the pluck.

So...moving over for me at the cross-walk, does nothing for me.  All you folks who turn a corner right in front of me lookin' all confident and swaggerin'?  You aren't doing a fucking thing for me, either.

And part of the game is "Where'sssss Johnny???" like that fella from Pennsylvania who replied to my post insinuated,  right?

And, of course, someone on YouTube insinuated that I'm a "patsy," as I've referred to before.  Seems pretty accurate.

This is a good point to clear up a miscommunication I made.  I think I may have mentioned previously that I'm a "CIA Sleeper."  After further research though, it appears that that term applies to someone who goes under deep cover willingly, not really acting or anything, but actually living a certain life and reporting, etc.  You know what I mean.  To be sure, that is not me.

I'm an unwilling participant which brings me to a key, out-of-context, cryptic hint my brother, Joseph C. Zoccali of Clearwater, Florida, dropped once, again with that psychotic half-whisper:  "You're a slaaaave--and you always will be."  If it weren't for that one, things might be quite different right now, so if you're looking for someone to blame for the fact that I'm still walkin' around and breathin' easy, have broken the mind control completely, and just generated some concrete proof, he's your guy.  And about his comment?  Um...



There have also been many hints that I should leave the country.  I attempted to put myself  in a position to do that, but the course I enrolled in was stacked with radical feminists clearly there to harass me, including ol' Trigger star, MiyAko Abe and You're-an-experiment Barbara Anne Wolf.  I don't  know what else to do.  One way or another, it's going to end--completely.  On that note, I'll mention yet again, that death would be a welcome relief right now, so let's just lay our cards on the table, shall we?  I am officially calling the bluff regarding the death threats as I thought I had several times already.  I mean--I live in a van in the middle of a dimly lit block in a park.  What--you can't afford a fucking silencer?  At the coffee shops I've been banished to spend my life in, I make it a point to sit in the window whenever possible.  I'm always visible and never have any direct witnesses.

Either shit or get off the fuckin' pot.




Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Sasha goldenson, Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical  Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick




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Thursday, December 8, 2011

Natasha Warder

I stand corrected.  Turns out Natasha Warder is the captain of the 16th Street Team.  Miyako's still lying, though.  She knows exactly what that little gem of a film is all about.

http://www.campusmoviefest.com/users/17905-natasha-warder




Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Sasha goldenson, Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical  Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick




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"Miyako's Team's Movies"

This gets better by the minute.  I notified Miyako Abe that I'd posted about her film project at San Francsico State University.  Her reply included this: "I did that video with a friend a while ago. It was entirely her idea and writing. I had no involvement in the title or message-whatever you may have perceived it to be."  But if you look at the SFSU page that leads to video, it clear say's "Miyako's Team's Movies."  If fact, her name is in the URL:

http://www.campusmoviefest.com/users/45658-miyako-abe

So it's "Miyako's (So sorry about the misspellings. I'll go back and fix that.) Team," but someone else is calling all the shots?  "No involvement in the title or message?"  I doubt it.  Why would she lie about such a thing?




Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Sasha goldenson, Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical  Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick




Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Hey...I Got a Reply to a Post

I just noticed this...

http://gangstalkingchronicle.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-cute-little-threat.html?showComment=1321576221216#c9167134073566164452

I wonder who he's talking about.  Actually, I know exactly who he's talking about and exactly who he is.  Try clicking on the name.

For safe keeping:



Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Sasha goldenson, Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical  Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick


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What Happens Right Before a Heart Attack?

In a recent post, I mentioned the following encounters I had with people:

1. A woman came into an otherwise empty deli, sat immediately next to me and had a conspicuously loud conversation on her phone that included the comment, "And I'm always nervous."

2. A woman passed me on the sidewalk one night while having--you guessed it--a conversation on her cell phone and said very loudly precisely as she passed me, "And my blood pressure goes up."

3.  One afternoon at Cup-A-Joe, a couple children entered, gave me a purposeful glance, and sat at the table next to mine before the female child, sitting immediately to my right, gave a loud, theatrical, detailed description of an oncoming heart attack.

I've been seeing this ad quite a bit lately:



These screen-shots, by the way, remind of a conversation I had with a buddy about Ohio State's upset of Miami for the 2002 National Championship in football.  We were talking about how incredible Ohio State's defense was that year.  He mentioned that at some point in the second quarter, I believe, Miami started gaining some yards on a certain running play up the middle.  Finally, Mike Doss stepped up and destroyed it at the line of scrimmage.  The mighty Canes didn't run the play again.






Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Sasha goldenson, Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical  Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick






Tuesday, December 6, 2011

"You're Almost Through."

I think I may have referred to this previously.  When I was still wrapped real tight in the mind-control and afraid to do anything about, this guy used to show up at just the right time to sit next to me while waiting for a computer at the library.  I guess maybe something I posted last night got his attention.  Probably the part about not giving a shit what anyone thinks of my behavior which I am  perfectly capable of dictating.

There are 357 members...

of this Meetup group (currently):

http://www.meetup.com/InterracialNightlifeMixer/

The most recent person to join joined yesterday.  There were 3 the day before that.

I will e-mail my new blog page to 2 of them a day until I am addressed directly and openly regarding this situation.



Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Sasha Goldenson, Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical  Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick



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Monday, December 5, 2011

You've Had a Big, Big Day...

I know, it's a lot to take in.  But don't you feel better?  Another class-mate of mine mentioned the other day that immersion is a good learning method.  She also made the very loud comment to someone, acting like she was joking, "You're an experiment."  Really, Barbara Anne Wolf?

Well, again--I know today was really intense.  Learning can be difficult; painful, even.  Believe it or not, though, it's possible I'm not done with ya.




Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical  Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick



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