3:22 I said it many times, Don Henley is my favorite voice in all rock music. However, i did not follow how his face evolved with age lately. Could it be he in this grainy picture i took at Spirit Mountain? With yet another guy from Eagles at drums?
No it can't be cause i saw him yesterday too and in the end he was packing by himself all the gear and stuff. And when i got closer he sang Wooly Bully.

However can  listen to his song which is way better than Mariah Carey of which i had enough. BTW also can't believe Howards Stern uses the word Christmas.

Nevermind for the first time i realized what is the first verse in the song.

4:12 I hesitated to do this for a long time because i like the way he sings. But tonight i realized he was the last guy at AVX i spoke before i quit. And he mad that jesture like scanning me with a tricored from Star Trek in front of the machine 51.

What an inconvenience for him. To come at work every day for one full year. Acting like an engineer, Native American, giving me the most impossible jobs.

I heard stories about Don Henley like being a real jerk in real life. A true bully.

 4:33 I think i figured wat the other guy was trying to sugest when he said they had 87 more songs to sing for the night. In 86 I met a guy who really looked at him when i got hired at IMU, he was the boss of my boss and also was cursing all the time. Chief Engineer over Design Department. But some told me his name was Samachiș and some say in his ID it was written Sămăchiș.

In Romanian it has several different interpretations. Sama is of course the Sanskrit root with the same meanings (a whole list of them beginning with to realize (not in dictionary) and match. But written in syllables, especially the second spell, in Romanian could mean a physiological act. Let me pee.

He didn't do me wrong back then except he was cursing all the time and i was terrified of having conversations with him. I remember one time he pushed me to take a plane in a business trip to Bucharest hence my first plane ride. (Yes the old Russian AN24, there was a daily or twice daily one hour trip from Bacău). The worse was until the attendant served us some brandy.

Henley's name is also about a physiological act. Hen Lay.

Nothing Sci Fi so far. But wait and see.

Within the last few days people upstairs started again to flush the toilet when i was about to finish there. Even right now when i'm writing they keep squeaking incessantly on top of me.

Don Henley's composed voice (he's an opera singer in his other life, he can compose all kinda voices) is the voice of a man who strains. Like Katy Perry in Fireworks. Boom boom boom even brighter than the moon moon moon.

However in Hungary he is known mostly for folk songs (the so called "romances" in Romanian and other languages, a genre also derived from classical) like many other Hungarian opera singers. Cause they have to justify a living there where they spend time with their family. However Don's Hungarian counterpart is now "dead". Like many others. And yes, who knows if they chose to do that.

Both guys in the picture overdid at the end it with cables and gear. For half hour, every time i was looking at them they were bent (as much to 90 degrees, like in masonic square as possible).

When i went to the restroom before driving back home, a guy bent right in front of me (facing of course the other way) to look under the doors. Then he said something about those doors are being locked. Inside was smelling like diarrhea. So on the road close to McMinnville hospital. Which seeded me with a bad bad bacteria.

Ok i will stop here. Maybe people may believe i am obsessed with this bending over thing.

But they do have results. The results of all these unconscious sympathetic influences is intestinal blockage. Woke up this morning with intestinal pain and chills. Ascending colon.

Good thing i had some doxycycline left over since i believed was bad for the heart (and replaced it with Amoxicillin which basically is a form of penicillin). It  his bad for the heart but i had first symptoms after 2 or 3 days. So two of those won't kill me, i guess.

But i don't know if i'm out of the woods yet. Pain subsided but the chills are now stronger. But of course they could be from my salivary glands infection with same bacteria from last night which did not subsided completely even after about 200 pills of Amoxicillin which now i'm out of.

You may believe me or believe i am crazy i don't care about my reputation like Joan Jet. But at least i said it so you can't say you didn't hear about it.

Thinking. If this hypothesis is true, how many people or better said generations "Don Henley" screwed with his sweet voice laced with Ancient Egyptian witch_craft?

4:12 Bought a sound recorder for the sole purpose of recording annoying sounds in the apartment. It took me a while to learn how to use it. Here is a sample i just recorded. Compare to the sound made by my mouse clicking one ft away.

12:53 And BTW what that casino lying loweerr Rychlack aka Pebber Brown was doing at the UPS store when acting like an employee when i went to return a couple of items bought from Amazon? One was the spark plugs i ordered for the Hyundai which were irregular, one the Bissell broom that does not work because the rubber gears are too exposed to dirt and start jumping teeth...

After being exposed to some weird smoke for hours with the filter shut down, i was incapable of thinking and it took me that many hours to figure who he was that familiar fat guy...

BTW after the noises upstairs stopped, smoke started to build up again in here.

1:52 Da fiindcă a rămas fără job-ul de la Liquor Store în Tualatin după ce am recunoscut-o.

1:53 Gigi Becali, această sărbătoare neagră cu trei cruci roșii în fiecare zi din post cu ceva în media românească. Și nu e nici o dezlegare.

1:03 Yeah man. It stinks. I bet is no good even to cast away vampires. Or simply a subliminal allusion to what i keep writing:

Just been outside and picked a poop from in front of the balcony, a special water bottle leaking on the redwood mulch and there are like five to ten bags of old garbage under the bin next to park.

1:30 How frustrated one should be to get motivated to write something like this on a blog?

Never lived on a house surrounded by grass and trees, the building i was living in Romania was surrounded by asphalt so i don't know how normal it is to wake up and it all smells like mold, inside and out.

Trees look beautiful but give too much shade in the summer and then the misery of leaves and rain in fall.

They picked the garbage bins, they were sacks with trash all around that remained ("they are not payed to get those too"). The exceptional bin, the one next to the park newly renamed Las Casitas (got to go to see all the new features) still has bags with old trash under.

One heavy squeak upstairs from every of my breath. I've given up trying to imagine how and what she is doing to make this kind noise.

So after a while when i realized i can't breath and i'm nauseated after i eat, i took a charcoal cap, started the ozone generator and i left after i looked on the radar. No rains in the next hour so i did not get the umbrella.

For the most part of the walk through the alley in the complex i saw a woman with an oscillating sexy butt in front of me who went to pick the mail on the other end of the complex, i don't know why. What i know is i recognized her when she turned around. It was the singer known to us all as Pink and she looked pissed.

I kept walking on my usual loop. In front of the school a dog with a human was barking at me. Soon after, an (Asian) woman with a stroller with a baby, with a composure on her face asking for mercy? I crossed Borland and went on 65 and soon after the smoke started, like many times in that area. I knew i forgot the mask (which cuts maybe 75% of the smoke usually). So i turned around only to figure the smoke was not local.

Heavy rain started and added one more kilo to my new jacket. Got another ZeroXposure because it is so warm in winter time, has some aluminum based insulation inside, i ruined the first one after so many washes. Cause it stank like dog s...t and smoke, like the whole apartment. Or after i went in casinos where they were smoking. Could not sleep because of that stink combined with its own stink and the stink of the apartment.

Got back inside, i realized i did not pick my sound recorder from the locker (got it to record the squeaks of course, since i given up the laptop i can't record it no more on the PC, i don't know why, when i did and uploaded the sound it seemed to alleviate the noise a bit for a few hours) and i did not pick the mail.

The brain effort to coordinate all the moves during the walk and then thinking of the subjects i just wrote make me incapable of reacting. Was thinking at the garbage bin. Later i remember my grade school math teacher, the one who looked like Liz Taylor.

I think i missed school when she taught about the theorem of the three perpendiculars. So she asked me at the board in front of the class and made me prove the theorem by myself. So i will remember?

And then the college physics teacher. Back then in Romania they were two phases for each exam. The written one, the same subjects for everyone. If you did not make it at the written one you had one more chance at the oral one. You would go at his desk, pick a ticket with one subject from a whole pile.

I can't remember  how many times i failed that exam but i remember i picked the same subject three times and that was the Einstein's theory on photoelectric effect. BTW the teacher looked like Ozzy Osborne.

Why i failed it so many times? I have a theory on that. Guys from my entourage were tempting me to parties or bars to drink prior to exams, on purpose. So i remember... the subject. Einstein's theory on photoelectric effect is basis for everything that followed, including Theory of Relativity, Quantum Mechanics, name it.

Kept thinking on who to contact to talk about what i discovered. Then i was thinking at the physics teacher in HS, the one who looked like Shatner.

About Pink? And what should i have done? Follow her back to "her apartment"? She's got her own life and probably don't understand a s...t from what the guys are asking her to do. If it's optional to her.

But if it was a trap, only one move like this would probably ruin everything i wrote recently and in general.

2:55 I cannot explain how much time i lost searching for objects inside this tiny space. Also because i'm high all the time. As far as writing, i can write when i'm high but cannot write without glasses except one line or two before i get tired. +1.25 glasses for 1.25 dollars at Dollar Tree (what a coincidence LOL).

So i bought on Amazon a finder thingy with six different tags that beep when i press a remote. I put one on keys, wallet, flashlight and now i'm thinking one for the glasses.

Cause i just found them after a 10 minutes search. Searching for those made me realize the filter was off, since i don't know when, i went for a walk and somehow it got unplugged from the very touchy, old wall plugs. So i'm even higher than "normal". And it stinks. Like garbage.

3:20 Done. There are pretty light and don't bother me much when attached to glasses. Thinking about Pink. Had to use a 1/8 drill bitt to enlarge the hole a bit to pass it through one of glasses temples. And i remember one story from AVX i think i did not tell. 

Way after i got hired, a technician came there who looked like the guy from Inner Circle. "From Hawaii" with braided hair and stuff. One day i was in his area of the long section of the factory, they called it "termination" (because they were attaching terminals to the tiny caps). I was usually on the other side, in testing. When machines were testing 400 of those at the time, also "aging them".

So i asked him for a tool, i think it was an 1/8 Allan wrench and he held a bunch of those in his hands, i think it was all staged or prepared. He could not find the 1/8 that was right in front of him. Instead, looking embarrassed he slowly handed me one by one all of them until he finally handed me the 1/8.

Soon after, "a guy from Hawaii", a tech, looking serious and mean, came to train with me, basically shadowing me, looking over my shoulder in everything i was doing for at least one month. I think that contributed to me getting mad and going to that lawyer who looked like Chris Mathews.

Main complaint was i was working in a 64 degrees temperature because of a broken AC. I didn't figure at the time the copious amounts of lead dust i was inhaling. In that day, they demoted me and sent me as an operator in a "hot" area with ovens for cooking ceramics and i quit.

BTW i saw again an ambulance getting in here when i got back from my walk.

Thinking. What's gonna be Pink's revenge on Xenu?

8:00 Just finished a rather long entry on my other blog, got into the kitchen, had a drink and made a sandwich, trying to relax and laugh thinking of the reactions of many to what i wrote (my satisfaction). At once they came upstairs on top of me, working the floor, releasing or raising dust and hell and my satisfaction turned into misery.

Feel now my stomach filled and the dust in my nose and throat. Soon i will get nauseated.

11:56 Slept a bit, ate a bit and they came to do a little midnight walk on the ceiling.

1:52 A diesel engine is idling in the parking lot.

It is an ambulance. I think it stopped the engine. They were two yesterday @4 PM and a fire engine.

2:04 Cineva a observat că în ultimul timp capul lui Iohannis începe să semene din ce în ce mai mult cu un cap de mort de pe o insignia nazistă (chiar mă gândesc, poate chiar el a fost modelul) iar cel al lui Ciolacu cu un bostan care mănâncă alt bostan? (Da am citit cațavencii și m-am enervat ce plictisitori au devenit ei mai recent).

8:40 Got awakened by the guy upstairs. Went to open the blinds exactly when two girls were slowly passing through the yard. Haven't seen those in months and i believe they don't live in any of the buildings around. And why do they walk through the yard in their way to school?

Last night somebody dried laundry that was not thoroughly washed. The whole place, including inside was stinking like dirty laundry. It's better now after the ozone generator worked all night at half setting.

Ok. The other blog has become too important to write stuff like what happens to me on daily and hourly basis so i started a new one  just for that. Chose the most generic stupid format with wiped out letters cause i don't have time to fiddle with that right now.

10:20 Just became pissed when i heard again that Houdini song with Dua Lipa. One of the most bland singer i though until today but that song has its role in media manipulation about me. Based on yet another Hungarian freak the so called magician Houdini, they play it every time when there is confusion about my activities and they have me inside their illusion factory when i go to stores.

There was a big store wide commotion at Walmart. The tallest sumo fighters they could find in Japan acting as Latinos cause Hungarians took a vacation after what i wrote today.

At the check stands at the end of the alley there was again a tall but thin "Latino" supervisor walking nervously and talking to a walkie talkie.

One of the last item i checked was a cucumber. I had in my left hand both the strawberries and the cucumber. I scanned the strawberries, put it on the scale and then i scanned the cucumber and i'm positive something distracted me, maybe the sexy model like Latina on the next lane with the baby. Something appeared on the screen with a + and a - and i thought it was the number of bags (now i remember Walmart don't sell bags anymore at the check stand).

I tried to press the - and would not work. I tried then out of curiosity the + and it won't work either. Then i pressed cancel below without reading the small letters.

When i got home and was building a huge mashed potatoes that i keep in the fridge and reheat for days, i remembered the scene and searched for the receipt and there was no cucumber and then i looked in the bags and then i found it in the trunk of the car.

Yes i made the cucumber disappear. Like stargate travelers inside the tomb in the king's chamber.

Shall i go to Walmart tomorrow with the cucumber? It will only result in more scenes. Anything i say and do will be used against me.

How come the machine printed the receipt with an extra item on the scale?

One thing about shoplifters. If you are caught once, they will say you did it always. At the apartment in Lake Oswego i had a neighbor who was a fugitive of justice of Texas, for shoplifting. She was hired at Dave's Killer Bread who was owned by a guy named Dave Dahl, an ex convict who was hiring convicts to give them a new chance. Now i realize it was all an allegory and suggestion and allusion, like Dave himself.