Thursday, November 1, 2012
...and Mr. Gauthreaux
Sheesh. I hear from Denny about all his troubles with the mother of his daughter and then I get a "separate" call from Scott because he just happened to Google me? He can "still shoot the lights out." That is so interesting. Scott was buds with the baseball player who made a comment to me about "the list." At the same time, Jim Yuhasz calls. Says dad had no will. I could have sworn he did. Oh, well.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Positive I.D. Video Re-Cap
Does opening this blog make your computer freeze? It does mine. It's because of the high number of embedded videos in this post.
As I mentioned in a recent post, a major result of the abuse I've been subject to is an inducement of paranoia. The ambiguity of what they do makes it that way. It's designed to make you afraid to socialize with anyone. After reviewing the collection of videos I captured, it is evident that, because of that paranoia, a certain portion of the clips are not what I first thought. However, that portion isn't nearly as large as I first estimated. At least 80% of the clips I captured include individuals who were doing exactly what I thought they were doing. I'm going to add to this list as over time. I'm going to omit a few clips that don't clearly I.D. the subject. I've also omitted people who just made comments about how long they've lived in SF. Not all of the people doing this to me are doing it for the same reason, but I never know for sure who's who, but I don't see a reason to post the ones who simply bragged about how long they've lived in SF. I understand their point. As I mentioned in a recent post, these videos don't overtly indicate anything you'll notice, but they include individuals who doing are exactly what I thought they are doing. Also, upon looking back, I'm surprised at how many I have. It's a lot more than I thought.
Key point:
I just tallied these videos and those in Key Video Re-Cap. I'm not great at math, but I count 53. The grand total of videos I've shot is far less than 100, clearly illustrating that I'm not just paranoid and I don't suspect this of every single person I encounter. If that were the case, I would have shot thousands of video clips--not dozens.
I'm just going to add to this post at the top:
Dianna Kim? Doubt it. This woman is definitely stalking me:
On the other hand, I am sure about the girl sitting next to Alan Passalaqua in the video below. No reason for her to be in touristy Starbucks when she usually hangs out at Another Cafe. She is the one and only person I've seen at mom-n-pop SF coffee shops and seen in a Starbucks and I suspected her before that. Now I know I was right about that snide look her boyfriend gave me one night. Hmmmm...double look-back into Starbuck's nasty bathroom checking for what, exactly? Nice job trying to cover by overacting not guilty:
As I mentioned in a recent post, a major result of the abuse I've been subject to is an inducement of paranoia. The ambiguity of what they do makes it that way. It's designed to make you afraid to socialize with anyone. After reviewing the collection of videos I captured, it is evident that, because of that paranoia, a certain portion of the clips are not what I first thought. However, that portion isn't nearly as large as I first estimated. At least 80% of the clips I captured include individuals who were doing exactly what I thought they were doing. I'm going to add to this list as over time. I'm going to omit a few clips that don't clearly I.D. the subject. I've also omitted people who just made comments about how long they've lived in SF. Not all of the people doing this to me are doing it for the same reason, but I never know for sure who's who, but I don't see a reason to post the ones who simply bragged about how long they've lived in SF. I understand their point. As I mentioned in a recent post, these videos don't overtly indicate anything you'll notice, but they include individuals who doing are exactly what I thought they are doing. Also, upon looking back, I'm surprised at how many I have. It's a lot more than I thought.
Key point:
I just tallied these videos and those in Key Video Re-Cap. I'm not great at math, but I count 53. The grand total of videos I've shot is far less than 100, clearly illustrating that I'm not just paranoid and I don't suspect this of every single person I encounter. If that were the case, I would have shot thousands of video clips--not dozens.
I'm just going to add to this post at the top:
Dianna Kim? Doubt it. This woman is definitely stalking me:
On the other hand, I am sure about the girl sitting next to Alan Passalaqua in the video below. No reason for her to be in touristy Starbucks when she usually hangs out at Another Cafe. She is the one and only person I've seen at mom-n-pop SF coffee shops and seen in a Starbucks and I suspected her before that. Now I know I was right about that snide look her boyfriend gave me one night. Hmmmm...double look-back into Starbuck's nasty bathroom checking for what, exactly? Nice job trying to cover by overacting not guilty:
Saturday, September 8, 2012
FBI Entrapment...No Accompanying Video
No problem...I can do it with screen shots:
Friday, September 7, 2012
FNC Has These Names:
Laura McCormick
Len Specter
Victor Carrion
James Kielczynski
They're about to have these:
Christine Faranda
Kathleen Kashay
Beth Kujawski
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Len Specter
Victor Carrion
James Kielczynski
They're about to have these:
Christine Faranda
Kathleen Kashay
Beth Kujawski
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Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Key Video Re-Cap
Hmmm...could have sworn I had an intro on the post. Don't recall deleting it. This is a rundown of all the video I have in which the subject's actions actually indicates something or there's some other substantial indicator that supports my claims.
I set a very high standard for these things and at first, I didn't believe that this video shows what it shows, but I'm now convinced that there is no denying that the guy in this video has something in common with Spastic Biz Guy on the right. He is attempting to secretly signal his partner to stop the act because he saw me shooting video. It's pretty incredible--when you bust out the camera, people screw up. Stay out of show biz:
Spastic Biz Guys...
"Which way?" Love this one. They're acting so guilty. Action begins at 00:45 mark.
Quick! Duck!!
Awwwwwe. Strange...I used to see this kind of thing regularly, but it has stopped. In fact, this may have been the last one. How about that?
Somehow, I almost forgot about Paola who was concerned about my "finishing the process..." Again--what process?
Hmmm... Amazing she even noticed I was shooting video. Must have been there for a reason...
Loud Therapy Sessions A quick refresher: A major part of what's gone on is a therapist with either another therapist or maybe an actual client sit very near me in public and have an obnoxiously loud therapy session. Obviously, if one were having a session with his therapist in public, he would not want the conversation to be overheard. It's a conversation that's protected by law. These two actually asked to share my table, which isn't uncommon in these situations. When they do this, they shoot me a purposeful glance with a smirk as they sit down, which these 2 did. The audio in this clip proves my claim. If you know my location and you follow me around to do this, you are stalking me:
"It's like a chess game." This clip is very brief and doesn't hit as hard as the previous clips, but you can see how they're both making spastic gestures...constantly. The fact that the gesturing is so obvious in such a short clip is telling. The spastic gesturing is how they get your attention. These 2 are very important because the woman said, "It's like a chess game," again, during an obnoxiously loud conversation. This was when I was still afraid to shoot video for extended periods and I think this is one of the first I shot without looking...
Almost forgot about this one, too. This girl was sitting with her friends way to my right at the farthest table away at Peet's. I saw them turn around repeatedly to look directly at me as they sat discussing something. She went to the restroom and inexplicably got confused on her way out. When I got their license plate number, they acted very worried. It was after this video that I "coincidentally" ran into some fellas from Zynga who asked me to "stop doing what you're doing." They did what all my stalkers do and tried to keep me real confused, while all the while I was thinking, "Well, I'm just trying to extract myself from this fucked up little game you and your asshole friends are playing with me." (By the way: http://www.indiegogo.com/SportsGreatsJournalismArchive):
Again, this one doesn't say a whole lot, but why did she move her jacket? They weren't getting up to leave at that point. It's obvious they were in mid conversation. She saw me preparing to shot video and picked up the jacket to block her face. The bitch on the left made a comment insinuating I'm a "puppet."
This guy stopped fucking with me after I posted about Al Franken and stalking apps.
This video is from earlier the same day at the same spot as "Spastic Biz Guys." Again, the intention is just to make you nervous and often the conversations are just confusing, but always loud and spastic. This and Loud Therapy Session above are the best audio recordings I've got. One of the things these dumb-asses do is to use the word, "dude" a lot because they think it appeals to me or something, which you can hear this guy do at the 1:20 mark. Even before that, he talks like a Valley girl, saying "Yeah, and it's like...", etc. Obviously, those language choices stand out in the conversation and are incongruous with their appearance. Try and follow the conversation. It's complete nonsense (Which reminds me of Michelle Marlow.)...
I don't need you to "throw me a bone."
Unfortunately, there's always a lot of background and ambient noise when I'm getting these. After I'd stopped shooting this video, I told them I wasn't listening and he repeated it to her with an exasperating tone of voice, "He's not listening." She confirmed and they got up and left. A little later, Spastic Biz Guys showed up.
Along with Tell-me-about-your-diet Don, this guy used to like tormenting me in the locker room at 24-Hour Fitness on Post at Van Ness. I hadn't seen him in a while but them saw him twice in the past week and both times he tried to avoid me. "Great!," I thought. Well, today it occurred to me that I should get video of him. He saw me as he was coming down the stairs. I'd say he's acting slightly odd here:
So, as I said, I don't know who's who in all this and now that there's been a major turn-around in the situation, I figure I want to find out more since no one will acknowledge me in the dumb-ass little game. So, I followed him. He walked down Post and turned left on Polk and stopped in front of the restaurant on that corner. I think it's called 5-oh-1 or 5 O'Clock or something like that. He stood there kind of pacing back and fourth in one spot like a third-grader who just got busted as he made a couple of phone calls. He then went back to Post Street and walked alllll the way down Post Street, doing some window-shopping on the way, including at Williams & Sonoma. Good taste. He turned left on Market and stopped in a cheap Chinese trinket shop and stayed in there for at least 10 minutes. I got some video as he exited and another clip right there for better I.D. He was heading back up Market in the same direction he'd come from. Strange.
As you can also see in this clip, there is a 24-Hour Fitness at the corner of Sutter and Montgomery, about 1 block from the trinket shop where I got the video. Hmmmm.... that's a lonnnnng walk to go to the gym at Van Ness every day if he actually lives way downtown and, of course, he sure doesn't look likes he dressed for work. Strannnnge... And, of course, the videos have time-stamps.
This woman stopped her flailing gestures when she saw me shooting video. At about the 0:07 mark you can see her start breathing heavily because she's nervous. You can't really tell while watching the video now, but the gesture she makes with her face at the 0:29 mark was intended for the camera. Then they got up and left. (She was acting nervous throughout the clip, really.):
That's about everything I've got that even remotely indicates anything in the video. I'll do a separate post with the other folks I'm positive about but the video doesn't indicate anything.
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I set a very high standard for these things and at first, I didn't believe that this video shows what it shows, but I'm now convinced that there is no denying that the guy in this video has something in common with Spastic Biz Guy on the right. He is attempting to secretly signal his partner to stop the act because he saw me shooting video. It's pretty incredible--when you bust out the camera, people screw up. Stay out of show biz:
Spastic Biz Guys...
"Which way?" Love this one. They're acting so guilty. Action begins at 00:45 mark.
Quick! Duck!!
Awwwwwe. Strange...I used to see this kind of thing regularly, but it has stopped. In fact, this may have been the last one. How about that?
Somehow, I almost forgot about Paola who was concerned about my "finishing the process..." Again--what process?
Hmmm... Amazing she even noticed I was shooting video. Must have been there for a reason...
Loud Therapy Sessions A quick refresher: A major part of what's gone on is a therapist with either another therapist or maybe an actual client sit very near me in public and have an obnoxiously loud therapy session. Obviously, if one were having a session with his therapist in public, he would not want the conversation to be overheard. It's a conversation that's protected by law. These two actually asked to share my table, which isn't uncommon in these situations. When they do this, they shoot me a purposeful glance with a smirk as they sit down, which these 2 did. The audio in this clip proves my claim. If you know my location and you follow me around to do this, you are stalking me:
"It's like a chess game." This clip is very brief and doesn't hit as hard as the previous clips, but you can see how they're both making spastic gestures...constantly. The fact that the gesturing is so obvious in such a short clip is telling. The spastic gesturing is how they get your attention. These 2 are very important because the woman said, "It's like a chess game," again, during an obnoxiously loud conversation. This was when I was still afraid to shoot video for extended periods and I think this is one of the first I shot without looking...
Almost forgot about this one, too. This girl was sitting with her friends way to my right at the farthest table away at Peet's. I saw them turn around repeatedly to look directly at me as they sat discussing something. She went to the restroom and inexplicably got confused on her way out. When I got their license plate number, they acted very worried. It was after this video that I "coincidentally" ran into some fellas from Zynga who asked me to "stop doing what you're doing." They did what all my stalkers do and tried to keep me real confused, while all the while I was thinking, "Well, I'm just trying to extract myself from this fucked up little game you and your asshole friends are playing with me." (By the way: http://www.indiegogo.com/SportsGreatsJournalismArchive):
Again, this one doesn't say a whole lot, but why did she move her jacket? They weren't getting up to leave at that point. It's obvious they were in mid conversation. She saw me preparing to shot video and picked up the jacket to block her face. The bitch on the left made a comment insinuating I'm a "puppet."
This guy stopped fucking with me after I posted about Al Franken and stalking apps.
This video is from earlier the same day at the same spot as "Spastic Biz Guys." Again, the intention is just to make you nervous and often the conversations are just confusing, but always loud and spastic. This and Loud Therapy Session above are the best audio recordings I've got. One of the things these dumb-asses do is to use the word, "dude" a lot because they think it appeals to me or something, which you can hear this guy do at the 1:20 mark. Even before that, he talks like a Valley girl, saying "Yeah, and it's like...", etc. Obviously, those language choices stand out in the conversation and are incongruous with their appearance. Try and follow the conversation. It's complete nonsense (Which reminds me of Michelle Marlow.)...
I don't need you to "throw me a bone."
Unfortunately, there's always a lot of background and ambient noise when I'm getting these. After I'd stopped shooting this video, I told them I wasn't listening and he repeated it to her with an exasperating tone of voice, "He's not listening." She confirmed and they got up and left. A little later, Spastic Biz Guys showed up.
Along with Tell-me-about-your-diet Don, this guy used to like tormenting me in the locker room at 24-Hour Fitness on Post at Van Ness. I hadn't seen him in a while but them saw him twice in the past week and both times he tried to avoid me. "Great!," I thought. Well, today it occurred to me that I should get video of him. He saw me as he was coming down the stairs. I'd say he's acting slightly odd here:
So, as I said, I don't know who's who in all this and now that there's been a major turn-around in the situation, I figure I want to find out more since no one will acknowledge me in the dumb-ass little game. So, I followed him. He walked down Post and turned left on Polk and stopped in front of the restaurant on that corner. I think it's called 5-oh-1 or 5 O'Clock or something like that. He stood there kind of pacing back and fourth in one spot like a third-grader who just got busted as he made a couple of phone calls. He then went back to Post Street and walked alllll the way down Post Street, doing some window-shopping on the way, including at Williams & Sonoma. Good taste. He turned left on Market and stopped in a cheap Chinese trinket shop and stayed in there for at least 10 minutes. I got some video as he exited and another clip right there for better I.D. He was heading back up Market in the same direction he'd come from. Strange.
As you can also see in this clip, there is a 24-Hour Fitness at the corner of Sutter and Montgomery, about 1 block from the trinket shop where I got the video. Hmmmm.... that's a lonnnnng walk to go to the gym at Van Ness every day if he actually lives way downtown and, of course, he sure doesn't look likes he dressed for work. Strannnnge... And, of course, the videos have time-stamps.
This woman stopped her flailing gestures when she saw me shooting video. At about the 0:07 mark you can see her start breathing heavily because she's nervous. You can't really tell while watching the video now, but the gesture she makes with her face at the 0:29 mark was intended for the camera. Then they got up and left. (She was acting nervous throughout the clip, really.):
That's about everything I've got that even remotely indicates anything in the video. I'll do a separate post with the other folks I'm positive about but the video doesn't indicate anything.
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Mr. Champagne
What these people have done to me is definitely quite bizarre. I think a part I haven't touched on much is the "dream world" aspect of it. They extract you from society by way of a compost heap of serious allegations and character defamation and because you're starved for human interaction, it makes you very susceptible to suggestion. While you're in it, it's difficult to see at all, but I broke out of it. The dream world they had me immersed me in by way of a rain of suggestion from covert operatives is that I'm some kind of hero and there's going to be a big reward and celebration at the end, etc. Those suggestions started way, way back in spring of 2010 with this guy after I sent an e-mail to Allan Ryan:
He was having another very loud phone conversation for me to overhear and said something like, "Oh, yeah, there's going to be champagne and everything. Big party!" When you're caught in the spell, you believe all that shit, but again, it doesn't work without complete isolation and forced dopamine deprivation.
I've been wanting to do a re-cap of the best, most important video I have. Since I'm once again on the verge of being completely destitute because I'm be blackmailed by the White House and the Democratic party as part of this little manipulation game that being played with me be, I figure now's as good of a time as any. As I look back, I can see some video I got of subjects that were not what I thought they were. Indeed, a major part of what I've been through is induced paranoia. The majority of what I got is exactly what I thought it was, though, and what I'm about to post here are all pretty much undeniable. These aren't just videos that identify people, but rather ones that actually indicate something in the video. I've seen that other people who take these videos get these very wide shots of people that are very far away that indicate nothing, or they just don't know how to explain what's going on in the video. Fortunately, because of my television production experience, I know what it means to capture moving images that indicate something, which you can't really do without being close enough. This one was one made quite a difference in my life:
It's so obvious that they're acting. Exaggerated gestures and, of course, the "stop" gestures in the very beginning. That's what they do--simply act spastic to make the subject constantly nervous. Sometimes the goal is just to make you insecure. They've been doing it to me for a long, long time.
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He was having another very loud phone conversation for me to overhear and said something like, "Oh, yeah, there's going to be champagne and everything. Big party!" When you're caught in the spell, you believe all that shit, but again, it doesn't work without complete isolation and forced dopamine deprivation.
I've been wanting to do a re-cap of the best, most important video I have. Since I'm once again on the verge of being completely destitute because I'm be blackmailed by the White House and the Democratic party as part of this little manipulation game that being played with me be, I figure now's as good of a time as any. As I look back, I can see some video I got of subjects that were not what I thought they were. Indeed, a major part of what I've been through is induced paranoia. The majority of what I got is exactly what I thought it was, though, and what I'm about to post here are all pretty much undeniable. These aren't just videos that identify people, but rather ones that actually indicate something in the video. I've seen that other people who take these videos get these very wide shots of people that are very far away that indicate nothing, or they just don't know how to explain what's going on in the video. Fortunately, because of my television production experience, I know what it means to capture moving images that indicate something, which you can't really do without being close enough. This one was one made quite a difference in my life:
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Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Monday, September 3, 2012
"Life Is Cheap"
This very strange guy just told me, "Life is cheap."...twice. And made some other strange comments about what he does and what I do or something like that. Then he got up to leave and zipped his bag very violently apparently in an attempt to intimidate me. Oh, wait...I remember now. I laughed at his attempts to intimidate me and he said, "You're gonna eat that laugh." Really? Am I? I'm not asking much. In fact, in the big picture, it's nothing.
Three o'clock.
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Three o'clock.
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Monday, August 20, 2012
Um...Let's See...
How do I get this message across effectively?............
Since I have no other way to respond to these messages from your street ops, I'm compelled to do it here because I know you or someone close enough to you is reading. Let's see:
If you obtain joy and satisfaction from bossing around "50-year-old white guys," I do not begrudge you that. At the same time, it's not something that impresses me or appeals to me. But it's not the content of the messages you send occasionally that makes me like you less and less. Rather, it's the disturbing method of delivery, taking advantage of the fact that you've isolated me with defamation and misinformation with the intention of blackmailing me. And of course, I never have any witnesses to the these disturbingly random yet clearly intentional encounters. Like your predecessor, you apparently have a penchant for abuse of power and have done just that to put me in a position in which I'm sure most would cave and kneel down and scream, "I love big brother." ("Big brother"--how ironic. The situation gets more bizarre by the minute.) The truth is that, though my overriding opinion will continue to be that you handle the job well, your insistence on continuing to communicate to me in this disturbing fashion while systematically keeping me in a desperate position really just makes me think you're nothing but another asshole politician as so many others, including a few anti-establishment-type folks, think. I don't care how many black guys you send at me who look like they went to Georgetown. I don't care how many Harvard drunks I run into occasionally who suggest living out of a van has been good for me. You've really soured me on any potential relationship and to be perfectly straight-forward, I'm not interested at all, so stop wasting your time.
I will not starve again and I will never beg on the street as you tried to have your dumb-fuck drone teach me to do properly while wearing his $500-spectacles the other day. Your drones don't impress me at all and you impress me less and less. I am not interested in being part of your or anyone else's conspiracy, especially one who's leader/s are under the delusion that they have the right to tell me how to think and/or how to behave by basically training me like a dog through the use of very, very abusive methods. And I haven't even touched on the violation of my privacy. Like so many others in my life, you've turned a friend into an apathetic bystander thinking strictly about himself--for the first time. You haven't helped me to grow and living out of the van has not been beneficial at all. Because of this continued bizarre approach, I've come to the conclusion that I'd rather flip burgers than work for you. You're wasting your time and you have more important things to do--as do I. Please stop. It is never going to happen.
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Since I have no other way to respond to these messages from your street ops, I'm compelled to do it here because I know you or someone close enough to you is reading. Let's see:
If you obtain joy and satisfaction from bossing around "50-year-old white guys," I do not begrudge you that. At the same time, it's not something that impresses me or appeals to me. But it's not the content of the messages you send occasionally that makes me like you less and less. Rather, it's the disturbing method of delivery, taking advantage of the fact that you've isolated me with defamation and misinformation with the intention of blackmailing me. And of course, I never have any witnesses to the these disturbingly random yet clearly intentional encounters. Like your predecessor, you apparently have a penchant for abuse of power and have done just that to put me in a position in which I'm sure most would cave and kneel down and scream, "I love big brother." ("Big brother"--how ironic. The situation gets more bizarre by the minute.) The truth is that, though my overriding opinion will continue to be that you handle the job well, your insistence on continuing to communicate to me in this disturbing fashion while systematically keeping me in a desperate position really just makes me think you're nothing but another asshole politician as so many others, including a few anti-establishment-type folks, think. I don't care how many black guys you send at me who look like they went to Georgetown. I don't care how many Harvard drunks I run into occasionally who suggest living out of a van has been good for me. You've really soured me on any potential relationship and to be perfectly straight-forward, I'm not interested at all, so stop wasting your time.
I will not starve again and I will never beg on the street as you tried to have your dumb-fuck drone teach me to do properly while wearing his $500-spectacles the other day. Your drones don't impress me at all and you impress me less and less. I am not interested in being part of your or anyone else's conspiracy, especially one who's leader/s are under the delusion that they have the right to tell me how to think and/or how to behave by basically training me like a dog through the use of very, very abusive methods. And I haven't even touched on the violation of my privacy. Like so many others in my life, you've turned a friend into an apathetic bystander thinking strictly about himself--for the first time. You haven't helped me to grow and living out of the van has not been beneficial at all. Because of this continued bizarre approach, I've come to the conclusion that I'd rather flip burgers than work for you. You're wasting your time and you have more important things to do--as do I. Please stop. It is never going to happen.
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Friday, August 17, 2012
We're Arent Going to Start This Again Are We
...with your dumb-fucks walking by my van in the wee hours of the morning and making comments to fuck with my head precisely as they walk by? I think today makes twice in about the last week. Message specifically to the guy this morning from around 5:45: You're a pussy. What's really bizarre about this is that a substantial portion of the people doing this are black. I mean, I don't expect any gifts or anything from anybody, but to actively take part in this? Wow.
Do me one favor... approach me openly, name yourself, your organization, and your reason. No, that's not going to happen because anyone who would take part in such a thing must be a complete dumb-fuck pussy--including the guy making it happen.
How many times do I have to call you out?
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Do me one favor... approach me openly, name yourself, your organization, and your reason. No, that's not going to happen because anyone who would take part in such a thing must be a complete dumb-fuck pussy--including the guy making it happen.
How many times do I have to call you out?
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Wednesday, July 18, 2012
"Tell Me About Your Diet"
In late 2010, while waiting for my food-stamps, I was very clearly grossly underweight. This guy actually rubbed it in my face directly and openly:
What is it that makes your dumb-fucks think I'm ever going to quit or stop or cooperate with whatever it is you want, of which I'm not really sure anyway? This guy's name is Don and I'm pretty sure he said he works at the Asia Museum of SF.
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What is it that makes your dumb-fucks think I'm ever going to quit or stop or cooperate with whatever it is you want, of which I'm not really sure anyway? This guy's name is Don and I'm pretty sure he said he works at the Asia Museum of SF.
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Spastic Biz Guys
I didn't look at the video until now. Those first 2 gestures the guy in the blue makes are meant to signal his partner that the camera is rolling and to stop the act. He also very briefly shakes his head, "no," right after the second one and acts nervous throughout the video (the best part is that I look bored):
Monday, July 9, 2012
Let's see, what else can I tell ya?...
It's a memory game, right? What's the most obscure little detail I could run by ya. hmmmm...
Well...the day I dropped a hint to Wayne that my brother framed me was on or the day before or the day after either March 23 or April 21. Noooo...of course, I'd remember that one. Sentimental, aren't I?
Wait, wait...something very obscure that I haven't mentioned..."Stay out of the power doors".......nope...already mentioned that one....what else?.......Everyone at the dinner table theatrically eating with their mouths open? ........nope......already told ya about that one......Marty Eggert....."Why you leavin' the state?" Buzzzzzzz...wrong again....already went over that. Something from Severstal...let's see....
"Stay out of the power doors" is key to everything and it's very fitting because Wayne got that message across by way of a subtle grammatical mistake. One doesn't stay out of a door. One stays out of the room a door leads to. I have to give Wayne credit for that one, as much of a mistake as I suspect it's going to turn out to be. I didn't think he had any writer in him. Basically, if one wanted to make a euphamism for powerful corporate and/or political interests and wanted to use the word "power," preceding something, then "door" would make much more sense than "room," now wouldn't it? If Wayne wasn't trying to send me a little message, he'd have said, "Stay out of the power room." Taken literally, "power door" makes no sense in that usage.
I know I'm leaving out something obscure that I haven't yet mentioned............ Maybe not. Perhaps all has been told. Rick: "Sacrifice the one for the many."
Oh, here's a great one I believe I've left out:
One of the things my brother told me under hypnotism was to occasionally breath like an asthmatic so I would know how he felt. I figured that out partly from memory and partly from wondering why the hell I do that occasionally. I did it right after he snapped me out of it and my sister threw a theatrical fit of shocked disbelief. (I come from a family of douche-bag fucking posers. I'm not sure which is the bigger drama queen--my brother or my sister. It's a toss-up.) Of course, since I figured that out, I've stopped it almost completely. I can't remember what else he said, but I'm sure it's pretty bad. Cool, huh? I remember something someone told me while hypnotized. It's not supposed to work that way. It's just amazing I can't get someone to address me openly about all this.
I got a message from Niles recently, btw--I think. The language is suspicious, but the address looks legit. Looking forward to finding out what's up, Himmy Who-Haws.
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Well...the day I dropped a hint to Wayne that my brother framed me was on or the day before or the day after either March 23 or April 21. Noooo...of course, I'd remember that one. Sentimental, aren't I?
Wait, wait...something very obscure that I haven't mentioned..."Stay out of the power doors".......nope...already mentioned that one....what else?.......Everyone at the dinner table theatrically eating with their mouths open? ........nope......already told ya about that one......Marty Eggert....."Why you leavin' the state?" Buzzzzzzz...wrong again....already went over that. Something from Severstal...let's see....
"Stay out of the power doors" is key to everything and it's very fitting because Wayne got that message across by way of a subtle grammatical mistake. One doesn't stay out of a door. One stays out of the room a door leads to. I have to give Wayne credit for that one, as much of a mistake as I suspect it's going to turn out to be. I didn't think he had any writer in him. Basically, if one wanted to make a euphamism for powerful corporate and/or political interests and wanted to use the word "power," preceding something, then "door" would make much more sense than "room," now wouldn't it? If Wayne wasn't trying to send me a little message, he'd have said, "Stay out of the power room." Taken literally, "power door" makes no sense in that usage.
I know I'm leaving out something obscure that I haven't yet mentioned............ Maybe not. Perhaps all has been told. Rick: "Sacrifice the one for the many."
Oh, here's a great one I believe I've left out:
One of the things my brother told me under hypnotism was to occasionally breath like an asthmatic so I would know how he felt. I figured that out partly from memory and partly from wondering why the hell I do that occasionally. I did it right after he snapped me out of it and my sister threw a theatrical fit of shocked disbelief. (I come from a family of douche-bag fucking posers. I'm not sure which is the bigger drama queen--my brother or my sister. It's a toss-up.) Of course, since I figured that out, I've stopped it almost completely. I can't remember what else he said, but I'm sure it's pretty bad. Cool, huh? I remember something someone told me while hypnotized. It's not supposed to work that way. It's just amazing I can't get someone to address me openly about all this.
I got a message from Niles recently, btw--I think. The language is suspicious, but the address looks legit. Looking forward to finding out what's up, Himmy Who-Haws.
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Sunday, July 8, 2012
Hey...What's it going to take...
to get it through to you guys that I am not cut out for this stuff? Anybody who knows me at all will tell you that. That single successful punch was all I needed for a certain amount of satisfaction and clarity. Whoever picked me for this is just plain wrong in his thinking. I know, I'm tall, etc., etc. I suspected that guy from the second I saw him, though and I could tell he wasn't really drunk. If he really wanted something to happen, he shouldn't have started giving me tips about form. I wasn't positive about him until that point, though it should have been obvious despite the ambiguity. You know--I never have an outside frame of reference. I'm a writer. Just give me a non-fighting writing job. The Streets Blog job sounds like a great job. Paying blog jobs are rare.
Seriously...I never showed interest in this stuff. I know, Iknow--like Rick said, "You don't pick them, they pick you," but still--I would think you'd want someone who's heart's in it, no? I thought Kudary was going to cry when he found out. "Why him?" You should have seen his face; ask Wayne. Paul's a big burly dude. He's tall. He's pretty smart. He might not have "a mind like a steel trap" (like I do--apparently), but he's smart. He could reach over the crowd and crush somebody's head with one hand and most importantly he's not chicken-shit--like me! All things considered, I think he'd make a fine replacement. I worked with him and I highly recommend him. Good guy. Maybe a little racist and maybe he made a comment about using a black girl for his "first," but otherwise, super guy, for sure. Yeah--the name's Paul Kudary. Paul...Kudary. On top of everything else that was going on, I had to work in an 8x10 cube with that doofus all...day. (I'm a good writer, aren't I? Yes, yes, I know.)
"I like your style, but lift your arms up a little bit." That's funny.
Send me a check for my trouble and leave me alone.
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Seriously...I never showed interest in this stuff. I know, Iknow--like Rick said, "You don't pick them, they pick you," but still--I would think you'd want someone who's heart's in it, no? I thought Kudary was going to cry when he found out. "Why him?" You should have seen his face; ask Wayne. Paul's a big burly dude. He's tall. He's pretty smart. He might not have "a mind like a steel trap" (like I do--apparently), but he's smart. He could reach over the crowd and crush somebody's head with one hand and most importantly he's not chicken-shit--like me! All things considered, I think he'd make a fine replacement. I worked with him and I highly recommend him. Good guy. Maybe a little racist and maybe he made a comment about using a black girl for his "first," but otherwise, super guy, for sure. Yeah--the name's Paul Kudary. Paul...Kudary. On top of everything else that was going on, I had to work in an 8x10 cube with that doofus all...day. (I'm a good writer, aren't I? Yes, yes, I know.)
"I like your style, but lift your arms up a little bit." That's funny.
Send me a check for my trouble and leave me alone.
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Saturday, June 16, 2012
"Uh-ohhhh...Which way?"
Versatile Multi-Media; Pinpoint Communications
So...I was walking up Sutter Street toward Van Ness from Polk St. A new building is going up on the corner of Van Ness and Polk. Adjacent to the new building on Sutter is a furniture store. These 2 pricks and a female friend, who were walking about 15 feet ahead of me, stopped in front of the furniture store window which is immediately before the temporary covering over the sidewalk. They whipped up a bullshit conversation, and as I passed, the prick on the right made a loud comment about sleeping in a nice warm bed every night. I kept right on walking and heard them take a few steps into the tunnel behind me and stop. I exited the tunnel and, despite the fact that I paused for a moment or two before I decided to wait and get the video, the guys still didn't emerge until 50 seconds later. It's not that long of a walk, but that's really inconsequential at this point.
As they emerge, the guy on the right makes an audible verbal expression of dismay at my presence, which he clearly attempts to suppress, before he stammers through trying to figure out which way these sharp, upstanding fellas were headed. In fact, it's quite clear that he was pretty nervous. Of course, it was a little dark when they emerged from the tunnel, so I took extra care to get their faces as best I could. Me and my damn loser television production experience!!
Did I spell "versatile" right?
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So...I was walking up Sutter Street toward Van Ness from Polk St. A new building is going up on the corner of Van Ness and Polk. Adjacent to the new building on Sutter is a furniture store. These 2 pricks and a female friend, who were walking about 15 feet ahead of me, stopped in front of the furniture store window which is immediately before the temporary covering over the sidewalk. They whipped up a bullshit conversation, and as I passed, the prick on the right made a loud comment about sleeping in a nice warm bed every night. I kept right on walking and heard them take a few steps into the tunnel behind me and stop. I exited the tunnel and, despite the fact that I paused for a moment or two before I decided to wait and get the video, the guys still didn't emerge until 50 seconds later. It's not that long of a walk, but that's really inconsequential at this point.
As they emerge, the guy on the right makes an audible verbal expression of dismay at my presence, which he clearly attempts to suppress, before he stammers through trying to figure out which way these sharp, upstanding fellas were headed. In fact, it's quite clear that he was pretty nervous. Of course, it was a little dark when they emerged from the tunnel, so I took extra care to get their faces as best I could. Me and my damn loser television production experience!!
Did I spell "versatile" right?
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Friday, June 15, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
Learning and Growing
Suggestions that this whole process is meant to "help me grow" continue. The very notion that some of the idiots involved in this, especially the dumb-fuck behind it all, are in a position to teach me anything, is just a bit silly. You've taught me nothing. I see the abuse and damage I've been subject to. The group and every individual in it is a pathetic fucking joke in my book. Here's what we've learned: it takes many, many people working together and endless deception and deceit to fuck with John--at all. I promise--in the end, you will have learned from me. I'm pursuing the same thing I was in '08. You've taught me nothing. Nothing.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
My New Youtube Friend
Hmmmm...this Youtube user added me as a friend. How interesting. Remind you of anyone?...
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Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Dim Mak
I'd searched for an account of this online since I posted about it, but wasn't able to find any until now...
http://www.spike.com/video-clips/fywg53/manswers-is-the-death-touch-real
http://www.spike.com/video-clips/fywg53/manswers-is-the-death-touch-real
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