4:42 PM I found the only way to transfer pictures from my phone to the computer is via micro SD card which involves the awkard action of pulling the tiny drawer with the tiny card (and SIM card with it) out of the phone and then carefully putting them back on.
Today i tried once more all the different possible ways. It looks like i can't do a USB file transfer because of "safety issues" and i find this plain stupid. If one has access to my phone it can see whatever files they won't with or without USB download, like using an SD card and this is an Android issue.
Then i tried a bluetooth connection. Though i could (briefly) pair the devices, they get disconnected.
Then Windows says i have to have a Microsoft account to do it. I don't want to have a Microsoft account cause it starts tansfering files by itself on the so called DriveOne and then when it gets full (I believe 5 or 10 or whatever GB) it starts asking you for money.
By trying this i got of course "excited" that is i feel some pain in sensitive areas, just by starting the bluetooth which uses hundreds of of times less intense (microwave) signal than a phone which is a teaser for the next story i'm about to write after i transfer those pictures (via the card, of course) (yes i am that behind and more).
Honestely i don't know how other people manage to tansfer pictures from their phone to post them in a blog. Via uploading and then downloading them from somewhere which i don't want to cause again i choose which files i post only after i see and evaluate them in a full screen mode on the PC monitor and would mean uploading all of them of which most are useless (and of course starting the harmful (to me) wi-fi or celular network)).
I want that and the auto-doc. This movie (series) is yes so ahead ot our times which seem frozen (no major advances in a meaningful time period aka stagnation).


5:22 Bingo! My card reader has an USB-C connector. Just plugged it into the phone and was accessible right away. I can transfer files on an SD card without needing to put it in the phone and then i plug the same card reader in the computer!
5:52 Here it comes. One from Indian Head on Saturday night. After i accidentally got in the women's restroom last time, they put
Lorena Bobbitt Darth Vader to guard those doorless entrances with his light saber. Fair enough.

On the beach Sunday i was curious to see if the 40 MP camera of my new
phone (the old one was stollen by a neighbor mdiget ninja from my pocked at the dumpster) makes a difference. It does but it was foggy.
And here comes the story.
I needed that picture transfered in my computer for the time stamp (4:42 PM local). We went of course at Road's End to eat (i told Angela many times we should start changing spots cause they are sure we are going there and wait for us with the setting ready). That is a place to park between chosen vehicles and scenes already written.
After recent findings, the constant tingling in my feet, other symptoms) come from sitting on the very uncofortable chair of that car that was also set in the lowest position and on couch at home, i decided to go for a a walk on the beach as Angela was preparing the food. One couple, she short with yellow hair was kinda matching my moves).
Right behind us, a SUB_AR_U and a literally square guy (as wide as tall, ok, maybe twice as tall as wide) with a kid and a weird haircut, with lower part shaven. He apparently was remote controlling that kid that got in my way when i left for the beach, when i came back and crowded my mirrors with his jumps and runs back and forth near that SUBARU for the whole time i was eating.
Then the square guy pulled a phone and while leaning with his butt against his car he started to swipe it or scroll it up and down.
After about 5-10 minutes i realized what was going on. I was right between his phone and the (unseen, over the hill) cell phone tower. I figured he had a 5G phone and his
beam (stronger signal than 4G) was passing right through our car, which somehow but not enough, protects, like the signal is smaller inside the car when in a parking lot near a tower (measured it many times when Grocery Outlet was till under the tower, they moved it there on a hill in Lincoln City next to the other tower).
Then i started to have pain and Angela to get flushed. From the drink i had, the pain was dulled but it became near unbearable when i got at the casino, where i took two ibuprofen and bought cigarettes (to me they are a bit of
analgesic). Became very talkative, i talked to an unkown guy who of course was pepared and was moking me.
Got pain throughout my body all day yesterday and even today some. That is the reason why i tolerated the weird smoke smell coming from outside (i guess from under the bush not far from the back door), cumulated with other influecnces like psycho-active dog poop, yeast from a wet mat near the dumpster, etc..) i have become psychotic towards the end of the day yesterday. I knew it but simply could not get out of it, also because i had stuff to do, i needed rest and meditation and then sleep.
6:30
Mm waves? Could not have been detected by my
meter even if i had it with me cause it only measures in the range of 2.4 - 2.5 Ghz (12.5 cm). These things are getting really frightening.
6:38 Finally pictures taken on good weather today. Though resolution is good, contrast is quite low and can hardly understand what's in the pictures. Need to see what i can tweak.
But now i need to get under that bush today to mix some more cement with the soil on top of those holes (don't know if it rained enough today to hardened that soil mixed with cement yesterday but i can still feel some smoke).


7:25 From Reagan to the
Bushes, from Clinton to Trump II, America is on its way, with a muslim mayor of New York. Was thinking maybe it's a consequence of the recent war in
Gaza, but then i
remembered, it's a
dejavu.

8:05 My old jacket was wet from wallking in the rain and wind with a broken umbrella today. I took the newer jacket (old Navy) from the closet and... found my lost phone in it. Still on (disconnected from network).
However, i think i searched in that one like 10 times too in the days before i bought the new one (i think October 31st, enough days not to be sure anymore where i searched for it). It's a dejavu, i lost and then found the phone in places i searched before, like under the car's seats.
So i figure my phone was not stolen but only borrowed and then returned... A stunt with deep psyhcological impact, especially after i decided to write about cause i hesitated for 5 days cause i thought it was a trick with a followup.
8:43 I swear next time when this happens i will make a list with places i looked for...
9:44 I have an idea. I will use the old phone as a camera to film everything it happens in here. This way i will know what i did or how i was dressed in a certain day. Of course like any idea i could be tricked and all be used against me...
10:45 She was a true midget, about 4 ft tall. She shows every few months at Apt.3 in this building (a guest star i guess). Probably not the same over the years.
In that day they could not pick the garbage from the closest dumpster (near mailboxes) because of a truck parked on a no Thursday (30) next to it. I took a picture with the old phone when we left, should be possible to retrieve it.
There was an open blue or green bag troning on top of the garbage in the dumpster when we left and when we came back from the several places we went to the first think i've done was i went to knot it.
Before i knew it she unfonfortably snuck behind me in the narrow space between that truck and the dumpster and started to search for something in the bags on the ground and i got surprised and almost forgot my telescopic fishing pole i use to pick the bags to knot so in that moment there was no visibility from many angles. I bent to pick the pole while she was very close behind me.
That's all i know.
It was several hours later i searched for the phone (everywhere) and could not find it.
11:25 I think tonight i figured why i don't like the foods i prepare myself. It's from seeing and handling the raw ingredients which most are gross, like raw flour, yeast, raw uncooked peperoni smelling like pork, even salt for pizza, smelly, runny eggs (yuck!), jelly like smelly meat, dirty spotty potatoes, etc..
I eat it alright when i'm hungry or frustrated, just like a caged animal would eat his rations or even worse. But do not trully enjoy anything i cook, (i kinda like heated pizza from the fridge the next day).
Is this mental? Could it all be because of the constant poop and mold smell?