10:48 AM The door chain at the hotel room is not working. I could open and close the door and the door chain came back into a semi-open position. I remember last night i taped it. The reason i did not put the deadbolt on.

When Angela came in the room (after she won a jackpot) after 5 AM the tape was on and i remember i put in again. At 10 when my phone alarm for insulin rang, the tape was not on and the door was basically open.

12:11 AM I am in the bedroom watching a movie. Angela fell asleep and upstairs they started. She was complaining about that for a long time. Right after midnight or after she falls asleep.

Thoughts of the day still echoing in my mind. Short bursts of emotions from movie. Every time my emotions pass a certain level (very low i take it) someone makes a creaking noise upstairs. It is not in the bed, but next to it. Like standing waiting frozen in time and then moving. Could be a robot, i don't know.

Very unsettling unnerving thought changing bullying influencing.

12:33 What they just done cannot described here but i think it's part of a magic ritual. Then they creaked the floor some time with no apparent purpose. Not going to the restroom, washing shower or flushing. Just creaking the floor above by walking very slowly for minutes (talking about inches) without an apparent purpose.

12:06 Got a flat. Right rear, This is exactly how it started 5 years ago. Went to Les Schwab, they said the tire is pretty worned out. Hoewever they gave me one hour. It wasn't like this, worned uneven, the car has a negative camber and there is no adjustments o rear. I said i need it today, i will buy new tires. Back in 2021 the tires that were ordered on Amazon came at the door the day after the accident.

Back in 2021 Les Schwab said the tire was damaged beyond repair (from a previous installation done in the same shop), i drove to Ilani (40 miles) on a spare, was doing the speed limit (60) when the guy hit me from behind pretending my lights went out due to a mod i made at the battery.

Today i tried in three more places before i went to Les Schwab, one gave me two hours, two said they don't have the tools.

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10:55 Man am i tired or what. How many squats around the car today. I took four wheels apart and put back together, ran at Les Schwab (and three other places), all those 20 lug nuts unscrewed, screwed and torqued back. All after months with almost no physical activity. But still have to write at least a few words about what happened today.

But first about the screenshots above and the video. I was here inside the hotel at 3 rivers and hooked the TV as a monitor to my PC and watched some youtube while doing the salad (with ingredients fresh from the garden) and then eating. One video led to another and then i saw the video above. I had this idea and did a google search (screenshot above).

Anybody remembers first years of the internet with dial-up and stuff, with most sites written directly in html by enthousiast guys god bless their souls and pictures here and there. And of course conspiracy theories abounded, written again with html in wide pagesm, hard to read. It was way before big media corporation took over with humongous, sophisticated sites done probably with AI having more or less what they have on TV.

Most of the conspiracy theories back then were about freemasons, some about George Soros, what else. "Secret" protocols of Sion and how the Jews ruled the world.

Could have been but do not remember. About rosicrucianism.

But who would have thought that Axl Rose was spitting in our face their ideas and propaganda.

Today. I did not realize how stoned i was this morning until i took apart the right rear brake (after i came back with the wheel from Les Schwab). Did not even bother to gather the numerous poops near where my truck was parked. So i came with the tire in my hand and took two of the 14 mm screws and voila. My caliper was hanging in the air by those hydraulic end electrical lines. In the end i managed to pull the plates from there and two springs flew away. Good thing i found them.

After i spent about one hour trying to put those together, which would have violated a few laws of the known Universe i figured i have to unscrew two more screws (go down to the next level) where everything was possible.

Yes i felt the smoke inside in the morning but was just an annoyance. Was thinking, who would have... Must have been some garbage items on the redwood mulch that made some mold, etc..

Now that i think, it was smoke, coming most likely from upstairs. After what i wrote last night about sex magic, they decided to ridicule me so they sent me to Les Schwab in a state of "stoned" with few words coming out of me. Anybody reminds me to go Monday at the office to tell them they smoke things upstairs?

11:33 2008. Deja vu.

12:30 PM I had big problems with my eyes last few days because of dust coming from wall. The trigger is the black BMW but yesterday they brought a huge mower in the back. Vibrating that wall makes the dust come inside which includes fine paper from drywall cardboard soaked with mineral sulfur (got a sweet smell) and of course insulation dust which is stingy and flies away. Vibration electrifies both and make them float in the air for hours if not days.

Also problems with congested nose, i get some relief with decongestant. Problems with my leg too because of staying in the cold flow of "AC" yesterday.

1:40
 

Today is 5 years since my accident on August 20/21 (midnight) in 2021, 2 days before August 23. I know they are gathering points on me to have after just in case i have another one. Tomorrow we are leaving again for Florence were we got 2 free nights.

8:50 The smell of poop was too apparent so i went outside on the last rays of light and gathered a few and disposed of them in the SW dumpster. There is a party going on across the alley, with tables, chairs and a huge garland made of red, black and a few gold balloons and music with loud base. Nevermind the poops and the smell of freshly emptied dumpster.

10:00 That base somehow compensated for covering of that hole. Trouble with irritant dust is it tricks thermal sensors at skin level and make your metabolism slower. Confirmation through more elevated levels of BG.

7:07 PM Mystery woman? Yes she did gain lots of weight after i put her picture online on May 19, 2025 thinking she was Mirabela Grădinaru, the partner of Romanian President Nicușor Dan.

Earlier today. I think it was @11:30 AM. I had to go somewhere. I went to pick my truck but forgot something (like always) and came at the apartment. When i shifted in rear and started to backup, she maneuvered forward, towards me, to "better settle" in her spot. She was with someone so she had a witness.

But i saw her maneuver and hit the brakes.

Later. After they blew and mowed, they raised a big cloud of dust of which much was settled on the walls, balconies, etc.. I went to hose first the screens and the AC in the rear, and then in front. Forgot something, went back in the rear, a couple of times, she was just coming. Some guy with glasses and a German Shepard passed by the door and went to pee a few ft away from me.

As i said before. They do it best when i forget something and turn around. Because i cannot say they were synching with me. But if they stay around the corner and wait for me to forget something, it gains lots of authenticity. Besides, most times i wanted to leave with the truck, i came at the apartment first. Or when i hosed the AC i sometimes forget to empty it. Today i did it a couple of times.

I hosed the front and wanted to do a bit the grass near the door which is dry because the sprinklers were stopped for much of the summer. But i saw the guy at D5 with a kid installing a hose from a faucet at the next building and went back inside.

I wanted badly to smoke a cigarette, for hours. I opened the door and went to smoke, the hose was there, but there was a Tualatin Police car in the alley. So i did not want the smoke to go to them and i went back inside. But i thought i heard her saying "it's him!" or something like this, pointing though in a different direction. Good enough for the body cam for those not familiar with the complex?

I waited more for my cigarette. I said the other day i wanted to move the couch in a different place where the floor does not bulge from the vapor from basement (leaking driers exhausts). However they did laundry in that day and yesterday the whole floor was bulged. So i have no place to move the couch. However, i did move some boxes before that and today as i was staring at the wall, waiting for the cops to leave, i saw a hole in the wall, next to the plug next to sliding door.

Could be the reason why my eyes hurt so much especially after i moved those boxes and that hole became apparent. Maybe the reason why my legs are so irritated, maybe the reason for the blisters on my feet last year? While waiting i suddenly realized i am in the flow of the very cold AC which does bad for my leg.

Almost one hour later, she was still talking to the cops, went to smoke. The cops were leaving. Then i sorted more of the clutter in the living i created after i cleared the place were to move the couch that did not happen any more and then i said maybe i should go and change the air filter i got online. But when i went outside, the guy with the hose came back with his kid that is always 3 years old, for years now, finishing installing the hose and then washing and SUV with much foam.

9:15 Went outside to smoke. A woman came at her place and they left the door open. She did that a lot in the last days. The whole episode reminds me of...

 6:00 AM A weird smoke comes from outside.

10:44 Crazy smoke outside (the kind that makes us yell at each other). Nausea. Earlier i went to knot some bag with poops. Someone left a bag (black, but thicker than the kind i use) broken. I got poop all over my hands when i tried to knot it.

11:00 AM Building engrams? Awoke in smell. Some is coming from under the couch where the floor is wet and bulged due to vapor in the basement. I wanted to air but not sue of the poop situation. Also wanted to check something at the car.

Went outside, i popped the hood of the car when i saw behind me a young woman with two dogs figuring and Alexa meme but too young to be her. She was even trying to imitate her speech on the phone, pretty unsuccessful. I shut the car's hood and went back inside. She passed, stopped at the mailboxes.

Went back outside, found a few, one i could not reach to knot in the dumpster. One woman was yelling and crying either at Nr.3 or 4 apartments, upstairs, not above ours. I grabbed my tool and went to knot that bag, the woman was now descending the stairs on the other entrance, without shoes, crying. She was Latina, short, with a short neck, chubby and had some tattoos on her shoulder. She then went to another building.

I will finally move the couch in a different place, let that one dry.

1:20 PM Bad Boy Bugs Bunny was here with his dog, feet away from our balcony. Got the sliding glass door open, he looked at me, pooped his dog, picked and left.

4:40 I ordered this for the seal (o-ring), not the part. The one that was quoted with 83 bucks at Beaverton Hyundai. I could order the seal only which comes in pack of 5 for about the same price but Amazon does not say when it's coming. This one had pick-up tomorow which means today but i put the address and now it's comming... Monday. Amazon does this laterly, when i put elivery at the address it either charges more or changes delivery time (then when i choose pick up)

I am not sure what's going on but i think the seal is missing altogether at the fill plug and shares the same part number with drain plug seal. But on diagram it says a different part number for both. The same part number but different from the quote and what i found omline.

So today i put it in cart with other items and now it says it will be delivered tomorrow with another item at the address here. I will return the other Monday, after all it's their fault.

I am not 100% positive but i think it's leaking here, very little, but constant and then it dries on the cover. Transmission fluid is not like oil, it dries much faster. It's kinda critical cause the transmission shows low fluid symptoms (there is no dipstick to measure) and i wanted to add some more that i bought the other day at the Hyundai dealer.

8:10 08-14 Am pus ieri din greșeală o captură de ecran cu mai multe chestii cumpărate pe Amazon. Nu, nu sunt droguri (la țărăniști).
Ce am vrut să pun a fost asta. Ca să arăt cum îmi schimbă Amazon data de livrare pentru chestii criticie.

6:40 AM Mda se pare că cehoslovacii au copiat motocicleta nemțească. Cu niște îmbunătățiri totuși. Da erau foarte mișto. Erau silențioase, cu suspensie bună (aia nemțească nu are) și multă putere, 350 cmc este mult pentru o motocicletă. Dar de ce au scos-o acum, la câteva zile după ce am postat despre ea?

Da am mai spus-o, video-ul este despre mine. Prin clasa VII-a călăream motocicleta lu tata toată ziua pe "aeroport" în timp ce tata pescuia în Moldova. Eu sunt ăla rău cu mască. Tipa era o colegă de generală, foarte frumoasă, care a ajuns cântăreață de operă în Ungaria. Aveam un coleg de clasă cu talent la desen care desena exact în stilul acela, iar diriginta era Liz Taylor, pe atunci cu niște ani pe ea totuși.

Lângă aeroport stătea un coleg de clasă Gheorghe Poenaru despre care am auzit că a mers la Școala Profesională de regizori? Nici acum nu sunt sigur că există așa ceva. Poate o școală populară de artă ceva? Avea o "verișoară din Timișoara" care stătea la ei în vacanță și semăna perfect cu... Chiar i-am făcut poze lângă Moldova lângă aeroport, dar nu prea vorbea.

Odată am vrut să o iau la o plimbare cu motocicleta, dar motocicleta s-a stricat chiar atunci la ei la poartă (s-a desprins firul la baterie). A văzut tata că nu mai vin, a venit cu o falcă în cer și una pe pământ pufaind din cizmele alea de cauciuc, dar mi s-a părut că știa de problemă, a deschis capacul din stânga de lângă motor și a legat firul care atârna acolo.

Oare asta să fi inspirat și chestiile alea din Star Wars, iar colegul meu a devenit George Lucas? 

Micul aeroport era folosit pentru a duce-aduce star-uri ca ea, alții în Câmpulung. Claudia Cardinale (învățătoarea Mihalea), Polanski (Mikitovici), Sergiu Nicolaescu (Mihalea, directorul de la Casa Pionierilor) etc.. Era o sirenă la "fabrica de lapte praf" care suna începutul schimburilor de 3 ori pe zi, dar suna cam mult, cel puțin un minut. Probabil ca să acopere zgomotul avioanelor (mici) care decolau la 10 seara sau 6 dimineața.

M-am întâlnit cu ea într-o vacanță, la câteva zile înainte de a pleca la Iași (Tehnoton). Am avut o discuție în care eu nu prea știam ce să spun, eram copleșit de emoție de care îmi amintesc de câte ori aud melodia care încă se dă pe posturile americane.

Ultima dată am văzut-o în forma aceea când așteptam rezultatul admisiei la facultate și ea a organizat un fel de party cu mai mulți colegi de generală, care știau deja dar nu mi-au spus, cu taică-su pe jumătate beat care m-a examinat cu atenție și probabil verdictul lui a fost "nu". 

Da se pare că unul din scopurile acestei intervenții a fost să mă facă să scriu chestiile de mai sus, diminața devreme, amețit de somn, plin de nostalgie. Multe din ele sunt incredibile și fără prea multe dovezi din partea mea. Pentru a mai acoperi din scandalul provocat de ultimele postări. 

9:22 Wanted to smoke, opened the door only to see a woman with a stroller bringing a baby at the daycare across the alley (D5), unstrapping the baby with infinite care, taking her time. They were 4 alogoric shows in total to this hour. I am still nauseated because there is at least one unknotted bag in the dumpster i could not reach earlier.

10:56 Of the long line of mishaps toady, the last one. I went to smoke a cigarette, it was all quiet with no extras flocking around, not even the mystery lady i saw earlier with butt bigger and legs longer than ever (probably a different extra), winding them, after a few puffs a motorcycle started to roar in the distance that cut my cigarette short literally.

I put the cigarette in the jar but got nervous and lost the lid under the stairs. Went inside to search for a lid, a filter caught fire from the cigarette, could not find any, left the jar outside and when i went with the flashlight and a tool to retrieve the lid from under the deck some Asian guy with a German Shepard was already there, the dog sniffing my jar and then it started barking at me. Then the Asian kept saying gently no, no, (to the dog), like i proposed something to him (on audio only).

Now that i think, i realize this happened to me so many times. Passing women (usually) with dogs, and all of a sudden they were either saying (to the dog) "come, come" or "no, no".

Earlier. I slept all afternoon. Found a new rat or mole hole under the siding, etc..

She was walking just like that but no pants, only short shorts and extended legs with big round butt on top. Da tipa Susanna Hoffs a fost la un moment dat colegă cu mine. Traducătoare la IMU, simpatică foc dar inaccesibilă și cam buboasă (sau poate așa se machia să fie mai puțin atractivă). Odată mă chinuiam să traduc o melodie hipnotică pe care o ascultam obsesiv pe casetofonul ăla din dotarea calc Tim-S și înțelegeam totul în afară de un 2-3 cuvinte dar ea nu spunea nimc, se făcea că plouă.

10:10 PM Yeah she came after not seen here in a while while the shorter one left. I saw her climbing the stairs when i came from the dealers and stuff. After 1 PM. Now they are playing real loud base, after 10 or starting of quiet hours.

10:30 They are about to give me a brain hernia, with all that base upstairs.

11:00 Mintea reactivă a "românului" de pe urmă. Steaua cu opt colțuri. 8 grade în scientologie. Otopeni. 

Cum care stea? Da e adevărat eu de câte ori mă uit seara la Venus o văd colțuroasă fiindcă are faze ca și luna. Iar fazele apar în diferite unghiuri în timp în funcție de poziția față de soare, dacă e seară sau dimineață.

Nu doar de vreo alegorie două pe străzi și în presă, acolo unde ne lipsește cel mai mult.

1:10 PM Când am plecat în 1995 din România credeam că acolo e motivul pentru care nu pot să fac prea multe prea repede. Am ignorat și pe cei care m-au ajutat cât și pe cei care m-au distrus.

Voi ateiști într-o lume încă dominată de creștinism, încercați să vă imaginați cum e să trăiești într-o lume care nu se bazează pe ideile creștine. Ceva ce încerc să explic de atâta timp și voi nu înțelegeți.

În marile religii Asiatice, adică shintoism și budism care se bazează pe hinduism nu există noțiuni clare de bine și rău.

Motivul pentru care în SUA a fost de la început separată biserica de stat. În timp, au apărut sistemele esoterica ca de exemplu Teozofia lui Blavatski sau Telema lui Crowley, bazate pe aceste religii asiatice, cu pretext creștin. Acum această influență a ajuns din plin și în România mai ales venind de pe dealul lui Buda și voi nici nu știți ce a dat peste voi.

Așa că dacă doriți să ajutați, singurul mod de a o face este de a vă imersa până la gât și mai jost în această filosofie adâncă.

Nu e cinism sau răutate în tot ce fac ei (japonezii în principal), așa sunt ei. Însă filosofia lor conduce la episoade de o cruzime inimaginabilă, ca de exemplu tratamentul femeilor coreene și chineze în al doilea război mondial, al prizonierilor de război americani sau ce fac ei cu mine aici.

Și nu cred că e departe anul când vor prelua oficial controlul în SUA după ce au cumpărat cu banii făcuți din exportul mașinilor timp de 40 de ani tot ce se putea cumpăra pe aici, în principal pământ și corporații unde au drept șefi actori unguri la fel ca și toți politicienii.

În 1996 după episodul din Vancouver, unde m-am mutat pentru un job imaginar la AVX, pe atunci Kyocera cred, care a venit abia în 1999, am găsit de lucru în Silicon Forest, (Beaverton și Hillsboro). Au fost niște timpuri privilegiate când se găseau job-uri peste tot prin agențiile temporare mai ales.

Conduceam vechiul Ford Fairmont de 400 dolari cu imitație de lemn pe uși, ca un sicriu, în fiecare zi, vreo 20 mile cred într-o direcție și în mașină și la servici ascultam la un post local pe Sherril Crow iar în acel moment mă simțeam pe cea mai de jos poziție pe care poate să o ocupe o ființă umană. Everybody gets high, everybody gets low, These are the days where everything goes, adică inclusiv eu puteam să funcționez în acea lume.

Job-uri se mai găseau și după încercarea nereușită de a mă muta în San Francisco, (ce mi-a lăsat pasiunea și mai ales curajul de a conduce pe distanțe lungi), însă în 1997 devreme am comis marea tâmpenie de a pleca de la InFocus, unde eram tehnician cu 11 dolari pe oră și nu făceam mai nimic, la Epson cu salariu minim, 7 sau 8 dolari pe atunci, adică exact în gura lupului, unde au organizat ăia un show pe scară largă cu și pentru mine, unde am lucrat pe linia de asamblare cu Sinead O'Connor în dreapta și de unde am aterizat iar la spitalul de nebuni.

Da au plast ieri unul cu feromoni de la o cățea în călduri la mai puțin de 10 metri în direcția vântului la poziția unde am oprit să mâncăm la Road's End in Lincoln City. Nu se simțea mirosul în mașină dar am ieșit să văd ceva la motor și am simțit după care l-am strâns. Exact lângă el era unul mucegăit de săptămâna trecută.

I-am strâns pe amândoi cu o pungă fără să-i ating dar a fost deja prea târziu. Deși nu m-a luat imediat, m-au apucat năbădăile după câteva ore când am ajuns la Spirit Mountain, pe drumul de întoarcere. Asta după ce eram de câteva zile sub influența gazului de cârtițe de sub uși, care mă face nepăsător la orice. Și am mai și băut niște coniac de calitate proastă.

Chestie care niciodată nu îmi trece de la sine.

Am început în sfârșit să-mi amintesc faze de ieri. Odată ce inspir acel miros, încep să miros eu însumi. Într-un cazinou cu mii de persoane. Ieri după ce am jucat mai mult de o oră pocher, fiind în transă, cu tot felul de trepăduși mai mult asiatici roind pe lângă mine. Însă aveam amândouă mâinile pe mașina de joc.

Apoi am plecat și am mers mai întâi la stația de benzină. 

Acolo la pompa din spatele meu a tras o tipă care arăta bine, și avea doi câini Husky în spate la mașină, care sunt foarte simpatici (din video-uri cu câini). Am întors și am plecat în sens opus pe lângă ea, care avea faza mare aprinsă și m-a chiorât puțin. Din stânga din parcare a pornit o mașină și mi-a tăiat calea în timp ce eu mă uitam la cei doi Husky care ieșiseră la geam să se uite la mine. O mie de alte faze similare (ei sunt într-o frenezie totală zilele acestea) în tot weekend-ul.

Mai devreme eram la intrarea nord (aia cu statuile) și fumam pe o bancă. Țineam pachetul de țigări într-o mână și țigara în cealaltă, amândouă mâinile mai mult între picioare când au venit să facă niște poze în grup lângă mine.

Ignoranța, sursă a tuturor relelor. Am ignorat problema cu rahații de câine (un exemplu doar) începând din 84 sau după ce ne-au dat comuniștii apartament în Bacău unde aveam vecini de lux cu câine (cățea, Rozy Roxy) și poate și mai dinainte, în Câmpulung, unde nu a avut însă efecte atât de catastrofale, la fel cea cu cârtițele.

Însă și acum, când știu, nu mă ajută foarte mult, fiindcă ei încă au inițiativa în direcția asta. Cine știe de exemplu ce e afară acum, azi încă nu am ieșit.

3:30 A și faza cu Life Flight. Există aici în Portland o firmă care face transporturi de urgență cu elicopterul. La Spirit Mountain au o parcare întreagă rezervată pentru aterizări de elicopter, de obicei de urgențe. Am văzut în 10 ani 2 sau 3 elicoptere acolo, o dată nu a fost de urgență. Elicopterele au culoare albastră și sunt din alea cu turbină, mai silențioase. Ieri am scris despre sistemul de urgență Bluelink de pe Hyundai.

Ieri a decolat unul chiar când am ajuns acolo.

Ușa cu mort mortul din mașină. Este ceva în mașină căzut pe lângă scaune care pute a mort. Am fost ieri cu mașina la spălat, am dat cu aspiratorul peste tot, am găsit niște chestii, dar mașina încă pute. Dacă stai acolo câteva ore normal că și hainele put. Asta peste mirosul de câine luat din parcare. Da, tomberoanele din jurul clădirii toate put, e suficient să ai o bucățică de mâncare, brânză, salam etc. căzută pe undeva. Sau un gândac mort. Odată am găsit un șoarece în radiator. Dar era uscat de mult timp.

Apropo tânăra actriță unguroiacă care făcea pe casiera a văzut că ușa nu era bine închisă (era la o treaptă), după ce mașina a pornit pe banda rulantă, a venit disperată, mi-a spus să deschid geamul și aproape și-a băgat capul pe geam, oferindu-mi gâtul, ca să-mi spună că ușa era deschisă. Am reușit să închid geamul și ușa o secundă înainte de a intra în tunelul cu apă din toate direcțiile.

O fază similară ieri la casino, am întrebat o chelneriță ceva și se făcea că nu aude și a venit cu urechea gâtul lângă mine.

10:10 Doar așa îmi mai dau seama și eu cum reacționează lumea la ce scriu. Cred că ei au prins pe senzori discuții referitoare la câte faze despre care doar am scris, și care de fapt sunt vârful aisbergului. Nu numai despre mine ci despre România însăși și au venit cu o corecție alegorică (un exemplu live).

Chiar îmi plăcea melodia asta dar nu am înțeles bine versurile iar când le-am înțeles nu mi-a mai plăcut atât de mult, dar am rămas cu o lecție de viață. Then you get what you need.

10:55 More punches. Am băut un coniac mic (care m-a ars pe mațe) tocmai pentru a-mi scădea tensiunea și am mers afară să fumez o țigară. În liniștea serii, au pornit o ambulanță după care au ambalat o motocicletă, cu scopul precis de a-mi crește tensiunea așa că am abandonat țigara după câteva fumuri.

8:00 AM The black BMW roared about 30 minutes ago. The room filled with stingy dust most likely coming from under the door. 10:05 Every time i got outside there are people getting in my way and when i stay inside there's nobody. That makes it look, statistically, like i am following them.

10:17 Nausea and diarhea this morning due to the smell of a small liquid poop about 30 feet from door (left in image). Is good cause emptying my bowels lowers my blood sugar but i'm kinda dizzy (light headed).

9:10 I awoke with nausea and after 6 went outside to see the cause. A number of vehicles and people that seemed dispatched and schedule by a foreign AI came from all direction, setting all kinda bizarre scenes.

I found very few poops and a Spanish woman was passing on the alley, yelling in the phone at 6 AM, and i heard the word nada many many times.

From dropping kids at the semi legal day care at D5 (across the alley) where i saw yesterday again Mario Lopez care when i was going back towards the in that direction, a sexy woman in a miniskirt climbed on a chair to water the plants in the balcony at 3 and a woman briefly parking a van like yesterday in our spot, again to drop a kid at D5, doubled by a guy who came from the opposite direction, "caught" me at the dumpster and stopped there until i left to a semi with a huge Chinese logo and a huge metal frame perfectly scheduled when i got out of the tobacco store, they all seem to be allegories created to put me in a very bad light while i don't do nothing except what i describe here.

The street in front of tobacco store was deserted, yet a woman with a very big round butt passed in front of me when i entered, etc..

The wi-fi and bluetooth were on at my computer, counting for the pain at my wound in the last few days.

9:00 PM Yesterday i finished the concrete i use to plug the mole holes with. I mix it with soil and then add some water and the fix is invisible. The moles never come back at that hole again. I have done it for years and it caused no harm to the property. On the contrary, it kept moles from damaging the lawn. (But after i first did it they came with bait boxes which killed lots of rats that i picked from everywhere and threw in the garbage).

I needed the silicon to fix some missing around the bath tub. Yes i have fixed many things at the apartment. Many holes in the walls. Sealed the ceiling with a high tech paint. Faucets. Name it. I hate to make appointments with maintenance and then wait for time window.

This morning new holes appeared under the deck of the main door. I wanted to go to Home Depot to buy some more but i was terrified by the shows they make there and also was exhausted because of the mole gas i have been breathing all night.

So i ordered it online. I checked the address like ten times because i never ordered anything there (that i can remember).

I remembered about my order at about 8 PM. I opened the door, nothing. I checked online and i saw the items were delivered. At the sign at the entrance in the complex, at 4:45 some 45 minutes before the office was closed or 15 minutes before the maintenance left. I went to look and saw they were no items at the sign of course.

There is lots of symbolism about delivering the items to the sign. 1935 is the year Hitler came to power in Germany. It's white on black. There is a rose there. The sign figures a (philosopher's) stone. It is like trying to point at every single point i tried to make lately.

The sign is not even inside the complex. There is Legacy Meridian offices on the left, their parking lot on the right and the complex starts some 150 ft at the end of a short alley.

Then i got mad and drove at Home Depot. But in the parking lot something reminded me of what i wrote about Trump today about him cursing in the Senate and i tried to be polite.

First thing. The woman at Returns whom i spoke first asking for the manager was her.

I have known for a long time, every time i go to Home Depot they bring actors to interact with me (or politicians) so now i try to memorize their faces. I only saw a few episode of Dutton Ranch and that was a while ago. I have reviewed tens of thousands of faces ever since.

But i least i could memorize their faces and try to look for them when i get home. Two of them. But it was not her who first stroke me as a celebrity. The assistant manager, who otherwise looked like a Hungarian gypsy (closest archetype i had in mind for his face). I had to wait like 10-15 minutes until the "manager" came.

He came and searched for my order by last name (cause i forgot to picture the barcode when i left, was too mad). He said there was no unit number. Above is the proof it was.

They tried really hard to get me mad in there. Broken wheels running on the isles were interrupting the conversation. Absurd arguments. They kept telling they delivered it and i kept telling they delivered it to a sign which is outside the complex.

Every time i was trying to say something meaningful a wheel from a cart was making at terrible sound nearby.

But i held my emotions knowing and did not say anything. In the end the "assistant manager" who also had a sign saying veteran on his apron went and picked my items and walked me a the exit. I asked for a receipt or anything so i can walk out the door, but he said he is the manager and i can leave with those items. Behind me a guy in the line at check stand made an onomatopoeic noise. I turned around and asked and the manager but he said he doesn't know who but they were all laughing.

But you know what is really depressing? I write about these things repeating for so long now and they keep doing which means people likes to watch them.

9:40 Yeah i think it was him. The "veteran assistant manager". While i was there waiting for him i was intrigued by some symbols i saw on the wall and took a picture. One of them looks like the current logo of CTL management (here at the apartment). One looks close to the Scientology star (or at least Ishtar). One is like a swastika combined with plus sign and another one like a window figuring a swastika in the middle. All white on black. 10:00 I currently feel some irritation in my throat which could be from wildfire smoke or exposure to insulation dust. I am not sure but suspecting now they guys from upstairs can sprinkle on demand dust on me, especially after he hammered for hours that day in the siding at the balcony. Going in there irritated with those guys waiting for me could have been a disaster.

And yeah i think Amazon got me into believing deliveries can be civilized and now i expect that from everybody.

Got some homework. Searching for Sam Elliott, the quintessential American Jew. But is there any point in this? I found over 1000 and nobody seem to care.

10:20 I was smoking sitting on the hood of my car. The guy from upstairs came at the door with a jar of something and simulated throwing it on me. But he stopped, climbed down the stairs and emptied that jar on the ground and the climbed back. It was a more muscular version of him (other than the one i saw last time which was a small guy).

That was probably meant to raise my blood pressure while i was smoking (that could cause a heart attack or a stroke). When i sat at the computer i had some cramps of some muscles in my back around the spine, like every time when my blood pressure raises instantly by further narrowing blood vessels which are constricted by smoking.

Symbolism. I need a shower (but they know i took one just before i left, they listen to everything i do (to walk on top of where i am). I took a shower hours before. Maybe they mean a different type of shower (related to the symbolism in the picture above).

Lately they (all the people around here) constantly scare me when i am smoking with all kinda noises from noisy cars to hitting objects.

 
Now he is walking around, stumping, dropping things on the floor.