Author: officially ᗩᑎGEᒪIᑎᗩ
Time is of the essence
Today, someone called me rather late in the day. I had to dig up my phone as it was plugged into my computer. Awkward. Then I had to unplug it because I wanted to talk to the person who called. Also awkward.
This was someone who wanted to meet. But the way she formulated the suggested time was rather odd. I didn’t realize it at the time, but it made me want to choose a different time. Because the time she mentioned confused me.
Funny how such things influence us.
She formulated the suggested time in a way that took up more words than necessary. It made me think “eh, what time?”.
Now I wonder if it may be something new or something regional. Time to Google it.
Did that. Yes, apparently, it’s regional.
Only now I also realize that the way she phrased the time really confused me. I thought that the new time she mentioned was only 20 minutes later. It’s not at all only 20 minutes later.
I somehow connected it to an odd English way of phrasing certain times that some people use. Half 10, that’s 10:30, for example. Half 10 is 9:30 in Dutch.
Android and Win10 (and 11) storage tips
Jane Seymour grew up with sambal
Learn to recognize and handle manipulative behavior
Interesting New Forest National Park vacancy (Volunteer and Accessibility Co-ordinator)
https://www.newforestnpa.gov.uk/jobs/volunteer-and-accessibility-co-ordinator/
Closing date: 24 July 2024
Biden mistakenly calling Zelensky Putin? Boris Johnson has done that too
I’ll dig it up. Gimme a sec.
Here it is.
Unveiled: The Human Genome Project
“Common law” is a legal term
I just spotted an article in the Dutch news about groups of people who want to overthrow the government or whatever – called “soevereinen”. In the article, “common law” is described as jargon exclusive to these Dutch circles.
That’s incorrect.
This is a potentially dangerous mistake by this journalist, in my view.
You can for example be someone’s common law wife and that has nothing to do with wishing to overthrow the government.
https://nos.nl/artikel/2528098-aivd-waarschuwde-om-twee-verdachten-in-soevereinenzaak-langer-vast
I notice that I have a tendency to mix up AIVD and IND. Probably a good thing.
“Common Law Nederland Earth”? Really? These particular Dutchies sound like nutcases to me. Unfortunately, apparently they’re also dangerous nutcases. They must be folks quite like the crazy lunatics who still continue to pester me, for whatever reason. These dangerous Dutchies use code words, such as “bananas” for “weapons”. The lunatics who are after me do that too.
Is Lucy Letby innocent?
There appears to be a voice growing louder that says that she may very well be.
https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/article/2024/jul/09/lucy-letby-evidence-experts-question
Temporary small antidote for all the evil in the world
She’s not making it up
Did you know this?
When I was still stuck in Portsmouth and fed up with my locks getting picked all the time, one day (I think this was in 2022), I told a post office worker first and Gerald Vernon-Jackson next that I was going to start killing people if this didn’t stop. I didn’t mean that, obviously, but I was so desperate for someone to LISTEN to me and step up for me and I hoped that this would finally get people’s attention.
IT DID NOT.
When I volunteered in the Covid vaccination effort, I had no electricity and no hot water. The weather was cold.
When I worked in the COLD tent outside, where people had to wait after their jabs before they could leave, in case they had any instant adverse effects that needed medical intervention, I would go home after my shifts to a flat that was warm relative to the tent. That was nice.
(That requirement for people to have to wait before they could leave was dropped later.)
When I worked indoors, where it was light and warm, I would go back to a flat that would be freezing cold, by comparison. It was pretty miserable.
I barely had any food, too.
The people at the vaccination center had no idea.
When it was busy, volunteering there was great. Finally, after so many years of climbing the walls, I had something to do that kept me busy. Locals were amazed to discover that I was actually capable of telling people which door to go to. They didn’t think that I had that in me.
(They’d been telling each other that I was some kind of “retard” for so long, by then. Someone apparently started that rumor before I moved to Portsmouth and everyone seems to have believed it. After all, nobody knew me.)
As soon as there were more volunteers than patients, when the foreign volunteers had left (gone back to university, for example), bickering and boredom started kicking in. The volunteers were just standing around doing nothing, most of the time. Not my kind of thing.
Besides, I clearly was no longer needed.
There was a big rush to get the booster shots before the holidays, but that was over in January. Most people who stopped by then were asking for flu shots, not Covid jabs.
Today, in Amsterdam: Are the effects of the drive to increase consumerism and industrial production, hence also traffic and pollution, regulating the “harmful life forms” behind it?
Merci, la France
Vous n’avez pas choisis contre l’humanité. Je vous remercie.
Ma quale idea!
We have a theme going?
He’s just passed away, by the way, which is why I am playing this and because I don’t seem to have anything better to do at the moment. It’s not as if I can put my things in my car and drive off so that I can leave all the crazy people in the entire world and the messes they cause behind me. I so wish I could. I so wish I could have done that 18-20 months ago or at the end of 2019.
I used to play themes, on blip, a century ago.
You see, someone who has an idea to which someone else might reply “ma quale idea!” may have lost his way…
Europe has also lost its way in many ways relative to the UK, I now repeatedly find myself thinking, to my astonishment. I had not realized that things had changed this much over here, while I was away, and this badly. By contrast, the UK is now even turning a corner. (The Netherlands seems to be really godawful these days. Yikes. Crazy weirdos on my tail who pester me was the last thing I needed on top of that. I never liked the Netherlands much but I should have been able to make a living here for a while and then take off again. You can’t do that with a bunch of crazy weirdos on your tail. Just like in Portsmouth, so far, he’s or they’ve managed to sabotage just about everything again. Goddamn hackers. So much hate behind it all, so so so much hate.)
I used to feel home wherever I was, if I had to (as some places are still better than others), because home was inside me. Portsmouth took that away from me. What happened in Portsmouth filled me with fear too often and eroded my sense of security very badly. When the crap followed me out of Portsmouth and then started smashing everything to pieces in my next country too… goddammit. What is wrong with people who are THAT DESTRUCTIVE? What on earth is wrong with them? And is it fixable or not?
I need to be free, free from pestering, see only fresh faces and be only a fresh face for others for a very long time to establish a new baseline and a new life. I couldn’t believe that after five escape attempts I would have to flee again. I have to. I have no choice. . .
I want my life back.
He does not want to be IN my life. He does not want company. He does not feel lonely. He just wants to control every aspect of it and enjoy my powerlessness. And he wants to get angry with me and punish me when he feels like it and yell “nah nah nah nah nah”, hacker-style and “whore” and what not, manipulator-style, like the kids he used to send after me in Portsmouth when he no longer often could get any adults to pester me.
One time when I had kicked him out of my computer again, a kid walked up to me, crying, said that his mother had kicked him out of the house. A few hours later I ran into the kid again and it had all been just one big show. That sort of thing happened often too. Totally crazy. But the adults were worse. There was SO MUCH HATE behind it. Extremely unpleasant to be on the receiving end.
(The kids didn’t know any better, but the adults were after only one thing. My utter misery, and prolonging it as much as possible.)
He miss road (by a human rights activist)
About people who have lost their way and pester, abuse and sabotage others to death, perhaps?
I had the Fela Kuti documentary on DVD. Just one of the handful of things I had dared treat myself to again. I found it in the British Heart Foundation charity shop. I’ve now lost just about everything (and everyone, sort of) that I had four or five times. I’ve lost count. I’m done.
So, things are looking up in the UK and in Iran
Which country’s next?
And yes, Naomi, I agree, but in some places, that’s much worse than in the UK.
No herring circus! That’s why the world is such a mess!
People, we urgently need some herring circuses.
(Mine are in tomato sauce. I only bought them today, but I don’t think that I can still train them.)
Cilla Black: Follow the Path of the Stars
The stars have said our love’s untrue
And just because we shared a lie
There is no reason for a soul to die
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh
I’ve got a soul, and you broke my heart
Find a new scene, and let us depart
Don’t hang around and let yourself
Be caught in this
You’ll find a better people there
A friendly love, the kind who care
And not the sort like me you’ve found
We’re mean and hard, and we push around
Oh, oh, wee-ooh
Ooh-wee
I’ve got a soul, and you broke my heart
Find a new scene and let us depart
Don’t hang around and let yourself
Be caught
Doo-doot-n-doo-n-dee-doo
Doot-dee, doo, doot, doo
I’ve got a soul, and you broke my heart
Find a new scene and let us depart
Oh, no
Oh-oh-oh, no
Oh, no
This, too, is real, not imagined
Ha.
Simyo gave me 3 GB extra and then started cutting me off. I was totally offline on the tablet this afternoon. When I switched to a different SIM card I got Irish ads again. But the IP address is not in Ireland.
17:43 Hi-jacked my connection again.
Nope. Was Simyo issue. Phew!
*dances*
(Except, it was not Simyo’s fault at all, was it, because a rather similar thing happened on my computer with a different provider, after all.)
16:09 at it again?
13:12 They’re / he’s at it again…
I suddenly lost internet access on my computer. It was something in the computer, not the (tethering) phones (tethering on two different networks).
I had logged into The Guardian, left a comment. I mean, this is like a liberation for most of the UK.
But they weren’t actually online, those comments. That has happened a bazillion times over the past 16 years. I would reach out to people on blogs or leave comments under articles, but they went nowhere. Regardless of whether it was in the UK or the US. It was impossible to network.
(It went much further than this, much further than not being able to leave comments.)
I’ve lived in fear for so long. I couldn’t do a thing! And when I asked for help or whatever, I often would get punished for not keeping my mouth shut.
And all that other people could do at best was not MOCK ME. They’ve seen me pick up food from the streets and rummage to garbage bins and what not to survive, too.
He often used to get so angry when I visited foreign websites, too. CNN, notably, until he stopped objecting.
There was so much hate and contempt behind so many things that he did.
(His mother is Austrian.)
He is so immensely controlling. Unbelievably so. He really suffocates you to death.
I was soo soo soo gutted when the crap followed me out of Portsmouth. It was all for nothing.
And he’ll do anything to prove to others what a loser I am. It’s hilarious.
He feeds them packs of lies that he probably partly believes, and they all fall for it.
He has a nice side, a side that I appreciate, but I am terrified of what he does, of how it suffocates you to death, of how it/he isolates you and renders you super powerless. Tentacles of clingfilm wrapped around the throat of my life.
I don’t know if this behavior is aimed at his mother or at himself (whether he projects so much that he thinks that I am exactly like him?).
He’s like a guy who takes a baseball bat to a dog or cat and then calls the animal bad and weak because he feels that it shouldn’t be bleeding and it shouldn’t have broken bones and it should not cry out in pain.
And when the poor animal runs away and tries to hide, he chases after it again and beats it to near-death and then curses it for its perceived “failings”.
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
16+ years long.
It’s awful.
It’s a never-ending nightmare inflicted on me by some proverbial monster out there. I was an easy and irresistible target as an educated but single migrant abroad. Nobody knew me. Almost nobody cared.
And he tells everyone else what a loser I am and that he is just looking out for me or that he is a friend and is just playing a little joke on me or he actually PAYS them to carry out crap.
I want my life back.
That English phone that was offline…
It signaled that there was voicemail. This was an old voicemail and I was pretty sure it was a robocall message as I had been getting many of those.
When I decided to dial in and delete it, as mentioned before, I discovered that the SIM card was offline, Then it came online again and went to 3G. It later went to 4G.
I just dialed in. I have no voice mail messages, but the symbol that says that I do is still there.
Okay. Time to admit that I thought that the robocalls weren’t genuine. (Keep in mind that I have been dealing with this for over 16 years. I am a scientist. I can analyze things and spot patterns.)
This phone is not an android. I bought it on purpose. I can’t tether with it and there are other things that I can’t do with it, but if I need to make a call and don’t want too much interference, I put my regular SIM card into that phone.
The last time I did that, I did get cut off, probably because whoever it was wanted to listen to my voice while I made the call. He’s had a thing for wanting to listen to my voice for a long time.
Continue readingTory rule has ended, for now
At least that’s something.
I hope that the horrific vilification of foreigners in the UK will now finally start to subside again. I’m not a fan of Labour but it’s better than the Tories.
(Fareham is the next town to the northwest of Portsmouth.)
I checked. She’s retained the seat, that is, it now includes Waterlooville right to the north of Portsmouth. I’ve walked to Waterlooville once or twice. I wouldn’t want to walk to Fareham.
“Former Home Secretary Suella Braverman won the newly-created Fareham and Waterlooville constituency in the 2024 UK general election.”
Source: https://www.ndtv.com/world-news/uk-election-results-suella-braverman-under-fire-for-immigration-remarks-wins-in-uk-polls-6038310
Perpignan
In the 1980s, on my way to fieldwork, I stayed in Perpignan for a few days and walked around a lot. I found a lovely little museum with Picasso’s, but I also picked up on ethnic tensions. It has a far-right government now.
“dog” in urban or hacker slang
What is it? What am I still missing about that?
Does “walking the dog” have a sexual connotation? I first wondered years ago when this kept cropping up in Portsmouth. I was also called a cat once and there was a lot of talk about cats at times.
(Almost everything that was flung at me in Portsmouth had a sexual meaning and if not, then it was just regularly abusive or even plain sadistic.)
I want this horrible nightmare to be over. I want my life back.
It’s definitely got nothing to do with this, in any case:
Aha
This is the message that popped up the other day. When my phone went ping after something else had happened. I took a photo but it disappeared.
