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The pervert gang stalkers are definitely doing their perverted gang stalker kind of pedo shit again. So I’ll start there, but there’s been tons of other harrassment aswell. I’m exhauated from not much sleep and there’s just so much of all this crap it’s really difficult keep it all in your head to write about it, even with notes. Anyway, as I mentioned I think yesterday, they cut off my washing water and power again. Lots and lots of 'you learns' literally everywhere I go. Also the internet connection has been really dodgy the past 2-3 days.

So yesterday evening it was raining pretty badly, kind of a down pour. Lots of motorbikes on the busy road I was sitting next to on a bench. A woman motorbike gang stalker, driving in the wrong direction pulled up right on front of me. She kept smiling and nodding. For a second I thought she was about to gift me something because she had the vibe of someone that was purposely stopping in front of me. Anyway while nodding and looking at me over and over she takes out a rain poncho, and starts putting it on, but she’s really really clumsy about it. She eventually gets it on and the front of it placed over the front of the motorbike handle bars, as one does in such weather conditions, but she wasn’t half going arse about foot at it, as they say.

Before ridding off she apeared to be waiting for me to notice the text on the front of the poncho, which said in big letters 'Vietbaby', next to some sort of generic logo. Well isn’t that a coincidence, just last week during the weird pedo pervert apocalypse I was gifted a large bag full of only sugar based snacks and breads and an industrial sized soft box of baby wipes. How strange that this should happen, with profuse nodding, at the same time as my washing water has been cut off, and at the same time as I’m getting constantly sexually harrassed by pervert woman in shop cafes that have grafiti erect penises on the walls next to the pevert women who are either doing never ending influencer style selfie photo shoots, or purposely hiding your charging devices behind their bags. Gee, I wonder what they are up to?

Btw a short while after she left, which was actually very indicative of somebody up to no good if you ask me because she had tremendous issues getting the bike going, keys issues, issues with the gears, kept trying to raise the foot stand 5-6 times even though it was already raised, but anyway I digress, a short while after she left, a male-female couple arrived and sat near me, both mid to late twenties, girl in another tiny miniskirt. The bloke was holding a bag from the shop which at a glance appeared to have roughly the same items as the baby wipes incident. Large water bottles, breads of some variety, other bits and bobs. He kept dropping out of, presumably, vietnanese to say the word 'Canada'. It was pretty clear they were devoting a large portion of their attention to me. I’ve lived in Canada as it happens.

Seems pretty clear they are refering to the baby wipes, and they are insinuating that I should wash with the baby wipes. And then of course they will try to frame me as some sort of pervert. I know this might seem a bit far fetched, especially to those that haven’t experienced this sort of thing, but it absolutely happens. Are there people sitting in secret closed rooms conspiring against me? Probably not. But is there some combination of emergence, pranksterism, various gangs gossiping about me, ... and maybe a bit of secret planning behind closed doors, yes undoubtably. And as I’ve been trying to illustrate over the past few weeks and months, it’s something that evolves over time, day by day. It’s incredibly pernichous, a slow constantly encroaching evil that nibbles at your heals every single day, happens in boom and bust cycles, with huge crescendos. And those that have never seen or experienced it before are completely hoodwinked by the instigators who say it’s the targetted individual that has mental issues, or has some screws lose. Did I mention that in one of the cafe shop’s I go to, over the past week or so a small collection of actual metal screws has been accumulating right near where I sit. Gee what are the chances? That’s in the penis grafiti place so also some weird pervert shit going on with that.

So anyway, I’m past caring about all this. If you don’t believe me, I don’t care, if it makes me look like I’ve got a screw lose, I don’t care. Let me tell you, if this shit was happening to you, I bet you’d be in a much worse state than me. I’m actually mostly used to it at this stage. Duck off a water’s back as I have occasionally mis-spoken under times of elevated stress and sleep depravation.

So here are yesterday's harrassnent and escallation notes:

• Moody bloke at the internet place being moody again
• Lots of podcast downloads still failing
• Old pervert loan shark lady from the canal approached me again aggressively, totally unprovoked ‘No!’, haven’t seen her in about a month, but she always appears when they starve me and I go down to the canal
• Extreme exaggerated fast walker bloke with the big ring who normally passes in both directions many times, passed once in one direction, then in the opposite direction was walking very slowly. Very unusual.
• Lots of young women wearing green, including skinny girl in the green dress, and the screaming banshee down at the canal
• People taking selfies for ages and ages and ages in places where crazy angry banshee girl in green usually sits, while the crazy girl in green walks past, what are the chances? Right after which I was asked if I would be okay having my photo taken. I politely declined.
• Couples where the bloke is wearing all green being coupley directly in front of me
• Yesterday girl staff member was upset I didn’t go to her till while she was counting a massive wad of green 100000 bills
• The world is upset that I don’t like parsley in my sandwiches. I just don’t like the flavour, it overpowers the other flavours. So I ask for no parsley, and the world thinks how dare you not take our parsley, because the world ultimately wants slaves at an instinctive level
• ‘Aahh’ food goading by gangs of women walking past, finding it all very hilarious that they are starving me

All this is but a small sample. There were also lots of 'our', 'our lie' and a bunch of other you-belong-to-us related harrassment, so much so I’ve just started calmly responding 'No slaves' and if asked, I say 'god says so', and shrug shoulders, which in a sense is actually true. I wonder where the path will lead to this time? Same place it always does.

Me getting mutilated, and everything being blamed on me.

At least the newsletter is already written though :)

PS They are doing that food and anger goading thing again where they give you food that looks half eaten like it might have been reconstituted from a bin. Then the next day they will give you expensive chocolates or croissants. Everything is malicious, everything is some form of perversion, some way of controlling you.

No slaves world! And also stop being perverts, and as you like to say to me, easy peasy! #

It feels like we’re going to get to a place where you either survive by being a slave, or you survive by fighting against being a slave. Either way you are essentially a slave. How would this be in any way a good thing. There must be a better way. #

Lots and lots of harrassment yesterday. I’m too exhausted to write it all up so here are my notes:

• Red tsunami - small bit of red tape on curb this morning, followed by big red bus with small red car parked behind it on way to internet place, followed by motorbike gang stalkers shouting No!
• Porche with side panels with text "catchup"
• Dodgy internet connection today, podcasts keep failing
• Another female influencer doing a seemingly never ending masturbatory photo shoot right up in my face, right next to the graffiti penis
• Another female repeatedly audibly flicking her bra trap directly on front of me, both over and under her T-shirt, in a pink text "piece of cake number 24" T-shirt
• Bra strap girl had turned into another influencer photoshooter
• Both girls were doing that thing where they want to look at you but do not want you to look at them, and then are annoyed that you didn’t look at them
• Empty red topped milk cartons being thrown out of windows
• Girls in miniskirts hiding your charging device plug with their bags, but are then upset that you place your device behind their bag where they are not able to see it

Along with all the female pervert shit noted above, there were threats to completely cut off washing water, and threats by police and the security guard mafia of framing me for some kind of theft that I had absolutely nothing to do with. Also in the middle of the night some weird pedo pervert shit where I was woken up to find on the other side of the road a western man with long heavy metal style hair standing next to motorbike taxi, talking to him. Some evil laughter, then metal bloke says extremely loudly 'I’m just trying to give you a hard time', emphasis on hard, the bloke motortaxi then grabs the metal bloke in a hug around his torso, but because he’s sitting on the bike he’s much lower and it ends up looking very much like a kid hugging a much taller adult. That’s very unusual. It felt very manufactured.

Anyway, what with all the harrassment and weird goings on, I didn’t get any testing done on the reusable workflows feature. I think I found the bug that caused the daily build to not get run yesterday. It appears the repository_dispatch on directive in the workflow yml got deleted while fixing the reusable workflow secret limit bug. I’ll get that merged back in this morning.

Looks like it’s another starvation day, will need to start conserving power again, and that’s been cut off. At least the newsletter is done, though it’s a bit piecemeal because I’ve had to prepare it in stages again, but I was able to add 5 blog posts and something like 9 podcasts, so overall it’s still got quite a lot in there, and they are all pretty awesome shows.

Another day. #

One thing that just doesn’t square for me in the current politics is the left - right paradigm. I listen to a lot of podcasts, many of them are Bitcoin shows, and there are a lot of republicans. But I also listen to quite a lot of democrats. Now obviously there’s a lot of differences in how they view the world.

Here’s the thing that just doesn’t add up for me. I listen to Rory Stewart on the Rest is Politics podcast, and he claims to be conservative, and was in the UK government for many years and travels all around the world doing foreign policy and what not, so you’ve got to think he knows a thing or two about politics. Well he claims that the UK Conservatives, which are a so called right wing party, he says they are basically the equivalent of the US Democrats. That just makes no sense.

It puts the Republicans way way out on the right of the spectrum, much further to the right than even the UK Reform party. In the UK, right of Reform is always portraid as a hop skip and a jump away from fascism. However just based on what I hear day in day out on all these podcasts, the difference between these parties just isn’t that extreme.

It just occurred to me how detached from reality somehow all this is in one way or another. It just doesn’t square with what I hear.

The only thing the UK conservatives, at least the ones I’ve been listening to, and the Democrats really seem to have in common is their hate for Donald Trump, which leads me to believe all the politics is just smoke and mirrors to hide the real thing that’s going on, which is some form of class / rich poor warfare. And it must run extremely deep if you’d be willing to do a complete flip of the orientation of an entire political party, just to express that sentiment.

I’m not sure if I’m explaining this well. Something doesn’t add up. The pieces somehow don’t fit together to form the overall picture. The reality distortion is too big to make sense. #

Yet another crazy synchronicity. I wrote the previous note about how the left - right political spectrum mid way through listenning to the latest Rogan podcast with ex-CIA bloke Mike Baker. I paused it to write the note. Well about 15-20 minutes later and that’s exactly what they are talking about, the 'topsy turvy' left right politics that’s all upside down and makes no sense. This sort of thing happens way too often. That doesn’t add up either imho.

Btw, Mike Baker sounds a lot more like a comedian than an ex-CIA bloke. #

The starvation cycle is in full swing with associated weird harrassment. World pretending not to be on the warpath while being very much on the warpath, If past experience is any guidance, the pervert maybe pedo westerner bloke will make an appearance sometime soon to stir things up. #

Rare is the day I get to start a morning note with some good news. Today is one of those days. I got the main website building and deploying with all the reusable workflows! As they say during football matches, get in! I've been trying to get the reusable workflows working on the main site for close to 3 weeks now, but been slowed down by non-stop warpath world. That combined with an impossible bug. I’m not sure if that’s an existing class of bugs, but it should be.

Every now and then you get a bug that is so devious, so utterly impossible to find, reproduce and fix that you basically completely run out of debugging options. I knew the file that the bug was in, but no matter what I did could not find the bug. It was a yml syntax error apparently, at least according to Github. The way I solved it was to create a minimal reusable workflow, both caller workflow and callee workflow, using the required amount of inputs and secrets. Github had been telling me that as soon as I got to the number of secrets I needed, that there was a syntax error and was refusing to run the workflow. Remove one secret and it worked again.

Once I got the minimal workflows working, I updated the callee workflow to have the same secret names as the production reusable workflow, then updated the production caller workflow to trigger the minimal reusable callee workflow. Once that was working I slowly, and laboriously I might add, rebuilt the callee reusable workflow, piece by piece, each time testing that it was still working. The fact that I only have internet access while standing up at the minute made this incredibly tedious. Something that would normally take a few hours, literally took 3 weeks. But it’s frigging working now. Yesterday evening once it was all working, I renamed the mininal reusable callee workflow, which was now no longer minimal but essentially the second incarnation of the original workflow minus the bug, to be the production reusable workflow and deleted the old one.

So what was the bug? I have no idea. If I find time I might be able to do a diff between the working reusable and the previous non-working one. That’s a bit tricky because of how difficult internet access is, and because of all the harrassment. My priority is to get the feature complete, but maybe I’ll circle back around to it, world willing.

I now have most of the plugins and the main website operational, all building and deploying using the reusable workflows. The feeds plugin still needs to be updated because, just like the main website, uses an npm module cache, but now the website is on the new workflows, the feeds plugin will be very similar. I’ve already made the updates, just need to test.

Then there are a few plugins that don’t have the right 3rd party vendor keys so small pieces aren’t working. Last I checked Amazon only allows two public/private key pairs. It’s likely I’ll actually have to update the AWS credentials for all the workflows, which is actually going to be quite tedious. So more laborious tedium, but I’ll eventually get it complete, and all the repos will build and deploy using the same reusable workflow.

Changing the foundations really takes a long time, especially when you are having to do it under duress. But it will be worth the effort.

As for harrassment, there’s been loads if it, and they are back to their old sex perverted tricks again. Lots of white tsunanis, red anger goading, sex goading with young women wearing unbelievably tiny mini skirts. Soon as I run out of food again they are bound to start the food goading again.

But whatever world, today’s update isn’t about that. #

Oh lordi lord is the world on the warpath this morning while pretending not to be on the warpath. Just listenned to the lastest Rest is Politics, so many bizare synchronicities, from getting on with opposition, people with father issues, bears, worms, MI6 agents called steak knife, and grit in the oyster. And I only started jotting down notes after I was already half way through.

Anyway, even if they are warpathers, it’s still a good podcast worth listening to. And probably they aren’t so either way, worth listening to.

The Rest is Warpaths? #

The beautiful improbabilties of a world on the warpath: a seemingly endless stream of bizarely appropriate, somewhat unsettling, and always mostly entertaining podcasts.

Take for example this one I literally just listenned to:

The beautiful paradoxes of a multi-cultural identity by Farhad Modhit

Truely wonderful, as I try my best not to be a dirty foreign bastard or a slave or both. The world of course is literally trying to do the exact opposite. Mindboggling.

No doubt hate me even more world! #

The previously very timely podcast was followed literally immediately by another. I’m not going to say much about it for fear of unbalancing the universe again, need to be more equaniminous.

It’s a wonderful conversation though, the Trussell - Nichtern ones always are, all sorts of interesting buddhism stuff translated into regular people talk. #

Lots of gang stalker harrassment yesterday and through the night. There was actually quite a bit the day before but I was too tired to write about it. I’m still tired now but here are the notes I jotted down:

• Yesterday (i.e day before yesterday) - whole series of one thing after another situations, sweat bread vendor hiding, sandwich bloke getting literally everything wrong with my sandwich while butch woman front run me having to correct him, then lots of anger goading in shop cafe, including staff violently upset at me asking for a slightly bigger plastic bag, then shouting No when I said wow to their violent behaviour, then girl upstairs randomly saying No at me for no reason whatsoever, then red coke bottle top being left outside the toilet door, and just lots of that sort of thing
• Video game tutter bloke continuously doing his huffing and puffing and tutting in the shop cafe today. His moody warpathing girlfriend has already made an appearance. They’ve been showing off their new gold wedding rings, and generally lording it over everyone. Such brats.
• Shop staff injecting ambiguous messages as they go to the toilet / go to empty the bin again. This time they were on the phone, ending conversation with ‘buy’. Seems that ‘hilarious’ joke is still active.
• The world is doing that thing where it waits until just before you are about to start doing something you had planned to do and then yah’ing you.

Yesterday evening the sandwich shop bloke that sometimes get very moody, who has been rather chill the past few weeks, was once again quite moody. Banging things around aggressively, then doing that thing
with the plastic bag where they hold the handle open so you can slide your hand into it, but I never do because it’s clearly a power move when the person doing it isn’t totally clueless, which is clearly the case here. He also double bagged the customer before me's 2 sandwiches, which is unnusual.

The rest of the evening was full of escallations, and I won’t get into them here but it got to the point where literally anything I did that involved 2 things, so for example, hanging out 2 sox to dry since they got wet in the rain, or just crossing both my feet or basically anything was interpreted as some kind of rebellion, and escallated. Even sitting still was met with more warpathing, including anger and food goading.

Interestingly I was up 4 times during the night to go to the bathroom, and I didn’t eat or drink anything much different to usual, so makes me wonder if moody sandwich bloke put something in my food.

It all coincides with the start of what looks likely to be another starvation cycle which will no doubt involve the typical water and power being cut off.

This morning already some gang stalker harrassment from one of the exercise cyclists: 'We ahh'.

Managed to write several notes and blog posts yesterday, but it was really just me catching up with things following the last couple of weeks intense harrassment. It doesn’t feel like progress, just me being stuck and being forced to spin my wheels so to speak.

There was a slightly older than me gentleman sitting on a chair near the place I bought breakfast yesterday morning. He was popping bubbles on a massive sheet of bubble wrap. The woman who put the takeaway breakfast together was pleasant right up until I left at which point she got aggressive for no reason. She’s done that several times before. I just kept calm and said 'thank you warpather'.

I made a bit of progess on the reusable workflow. The empty test reusable with the correct number of secrets works, with all the same secret names and optional secrets etc. So now I need to test triggering the test reusable from the real workflow. Once that works I can start to rebuild the reusable piece by piece. This probably doesn’t make much sense, but basically it’s the last resort when nothing works and debugging doesn’t work, you have to essentially start to rebuild the file from scratch checking each time that it’s still working. It’s a total pain.

Another day. Not looking forward to the starvation and bullying that will no doubt increase today. Then I’ll be catching up again for a few days, then it will all start over. It’s a miracle I get anything done at all. #

Two somewhat weird synchronicities that occurred to me vis-a-vis the Telegram Pavel Durov situation.

First is that two days before he was arrested, two women likely in their 40s, stopped to talk with me, in our conversation they were trying to find out if I was belgian and if I was russian. Seemed odd to me since I don’t, as far as I am aware, sound or look to be from either of those places. Durov is of course from Russia and has french citizenship. Bit of a strange coincidence.

Also I read in one of the articles that he changed his name in France to Du Rov. It does make his name sound very french, but I think it’s a bit of a strange coincidence that Rov is probably best associated with the famous US Roe v Wade legal case, which is all about the right to have an abortion. Given that the charges against the Telegram CEO involve platforming pedophiles, I find that a strange coincidence. The literal translation of the french version of his name then would be something like "From the Right to Abortion", or maybe even just "From the Abortion".

Yes slightly far fetched, but I think could be significant. We live in a very strange world. #

I’ve heard in podcasts this morning that Macron actually uses Telegram to send info to journalists, he has a public Telegram channel. The fact that he prefered to use a foreign product perhaps says something. Ultimately who do you want evesdroping on your conversations? The president has to make the same decision as all of us.

Also isn’t it weird that this whole debacle should happen in France, a country famous for it’s revolutions. How would they organise a revolution in 2024? Or have revolutions been eradicated? #

Peter McCormack [41:16]: "How do I crystallise this in a way that people go ‘Pete I’ve watched you for seven years make this podcast and travel around the world and do Bitcoin, and somehow your life seems okay and my life is going to shit. I can’t seem to translate it, but I’m trying so hard. It’s like I can’t crystallise it."

The world sequences things in the most unnexpected ways sometimes. ☮️✌️🕊 #

Fake Doctors Real Friends: "Former high-level CIA operatives John Sipher and Jerry O'Shea walk Zach and Donald through how they would craft fake conspiracies to help solve real crimes. Learn what kind of person the CIA is looking for and how you could become a member."

Zach and Donald are CIA stooges? Nooooooooooo. #

The world is doing it’s yes yes yes yes yes yes no thing again today. It’s very disorientating for your body, and quite annoying, and occasionally dangerous. But what can you do? Not much apart from wait till it blows over and turns into the new new thing. Yesterday the world was so on the warpath all day it was uterly ridiculus. I managed to ignore it all, which seemed to make it worse. The world just pretended even more to not be on the warpath while being even more on the warpath.

Anyway, today maybe I’ll be able to rebuild the reusable deploy workflow so as to fix the mystery syntax error.

Nough said. #

Are people constantly escalating everywhere because we are living in an actual exponentially escalating technology fractal?

We humans are all so dumb sometimes. We think we’re like really smart but we’re just not that far from our monkey see, monkey do past. All the instances of being dumb get conveniently forgotten about. But we always find another, possibly even dumber, way to be dumb. It just so happens that we are also getting smarter so it all sort of cancels out. But we are so dumb.

I bet the furries think we are fucking hilarious.

There will of course be a contingent that righteously believe the escallations are causing the exponentially escalating technology fractal in the first place, and are thus a good thing.

The escallationists think they themselves are both hilarious and indispensibly important, but they hate pandas for some unknown reason.

Oh noes.

I’m not even smart enough to make this note all perfect and lovely. #

Wouldn’t it be strange if now, or some time in the future, it turned out that racism doesn’t actually exist, that it’s a ghost in the machine so to speak, a misunderstanding. That the people accused of being racist were actually reacting to being trapped in some way, and the perhaps unwitting trappers interpreted this as racism. And I wonder if, bizarrely, should such a situation occur, whether it could lead to actual racism since the person being trapped sees it happen so often that they just front run these events and ‘act like a racist’ even before such an event occurs. Yeah I know it’s weirdly circular, very chicken and egg, but sometimes the world gets into a right old twist. #

Just going through old notes from the past couple of weeks to catchup with things. Thought this was worth publishing. Even if it’s not a completely finished perfect thought, I think it highlights some frustration with the levels of hypocracy in politics at the minute. I had titled it Fuck politics.

Democrats will literally tell you that they want you to have control over your body when it comes to abortion, while simultaneously trying to control every other aspect of your life including your body!

Republicans will literally tell you they want you to have freedom while simultaneously infiniti belittling you so you can never get ahead in life!

It’s bullcrap infiniti on both sides.

FuCk PiLitacS indeed. #

Another one from my notes cleanup. This one stems from all the weird pedo pervert apocalypse that happened last week. At one of the locations, right in the middle of all that stuff, one of the regular locals shouted at a mechanic up the road just before leaving on a motorbike:

"They go bear"

That was accompanied by some rather evil sounding laughter. The context around this is that at another location I go to nearby, some gang stalkers have grafiti’d the words 'Beor Loose' just were I sit. So often that’s thrown at me as part of the harrassment, often during starvation periods they put me through.

The individual in question in this case is always around young children, and I think the double meaning here is quite obvious. I don’t know why it happened, it feels like some form of intimidation, that’s why I write about it now.

Another thing that happened, either right before, or shortly afterwards, I forget exactly the sequence of events as there was so many things happening, was this individual clearly saying 'you learn' to me while they were buying something from a nearby vendor.

I have nothing else to say about it apart from it’s very f-ing weird. #

Relatively okay day yesterday. There was some small amount of harrassment here and there but I was able to ignore it. The girl staff in the shop cafe that always seems to be doing a C3PO from Srar Wars impression was a bit weird. I noticed that her thing is to always be slightly ahead of you in whatever interaction you have with her, so she's always in some way waiting for you. So she will move very quickly, then slow down, move very quickly, then slow down. But the whole charade stops as soon as she’s done interacting with customers, she’s completely normal with other staffers. Naturally I did the same thing to her while buying a second coffee and some biscuits. Evidently this was not appreciated, because right after finishing the coffee she materialised from downstairs on her way to the toilet, casually making a fake sneeze 'choo' sound as she passed.

The only other thing was that, quite predictably, the penis grafiti has spread so now there is also a sticker of a cartoon fast car on the wall next to the bathroom. Someone’s obviously tried to scratch it off but it’s too well on the wall to be easily removed. What a shame the walls had been nice and white for so long, now it’s being over run with vandalism. Before long the whole place will no doubt become unusable and be shutdown for a renovation or something.

Forgot to mention a couple of days ago that a lot of the time when sketchy lady with the fancy hat turns up, a bit later towards the end of whatever money dealings she’s up to, a sort of twin of her shows up, hangs around, usually sitting on the other side of me. She also had a fancy hat, but more importantly is dressed in a very similar style as OG woman with fancy hat. She’s the same exact height. She’s basically a twin. Weird.

I made some progress on the reusable workflow. As suspected the minimal example with 17 secrets works totally fine. Even tried a variant with the same number of required and optional secrets. Also works. So who knows where the bug is. The only thing left to do is laboriously rebuild the production workflow piece by piece, testing each time if it’s still working. Eventually, hopefully it will work and I can do a diff to see what was different.

Not much blog post inspiration at the minute. #

Some interesting subtleties about Telegram’s encryption implementation. Firstly the UX is a bit weird: although they advertise as being a fully encrypted product, they only offer end-2-end encryption on 2 person chats, not group chats, and it’s not the default, and to enable it you have to hunt through deeply burried settings, and even then it only works if the other person in the chat is online when you setup the chat.

Also their encryption implementation is a little bit "non standard". The author of the article linked above suggests that combining all these subtleties, it would be understandable if some people formed the view that their implementation was in some way malicious, i.e. user hostile. IMO there are a huge amount of right up to the line and no further situations in this story.

Like a weird honey pot inside a honey pot inside a honey pot. A honey pot fractal? Is that even a thing? Why did Pavel get fired for trying to unresign? There’s definitely something uncanny about this whole thing.

Has this entire story been written by an AI? #

I’m finding this whole Mike Lynch british entrepreneur super yacht sinking story very weird. Especially the latest bit about him being interested in this bizare and very dark Letby case.

It’s weird to me that Letby has been given 15 life sentences, and 2 days ago I wrote about a RL conversation I had with a person I said apparently works 15 simultaneous jobs or something. What an odd coincidence. And especially, given the details of the case, right after the pedo pervert apocalypse.

Also since numerology is clearly trending, what’s up with all the sevens in this article? I feel like all this is going to be fed into a powerful AI and turned into the next Iron Maiden album cover art or something.

Did I mention that yesterday morning a street food vendor ordered me to 'buy', as I stood there, after I communicated to his female collegue what dish I wanted and she was preparing it, and I was quite clearly waiting already holding the money in my hand to pay. This was, judging on the smile and chuckles they made, very funny to them.

Come on world, you are clearly warpathing at extreme levels. #

Oh and Ronny Chieng hates Smiths now.

Come on world, wouldn’t you prefer a nice game of non-escallating normality? #

Joe Rogan and Luis Elizondo discuss the possibility that non-human higher intelligences live among us:

Luis: To this day in China, we have the Panda bear exhibits. What do we do? We don’t disrupt the pandas, we wear panda suits. It sounds silly but you can actually get online and see zoo keepers wearing panda suits because they want to interfere as least as possible with the natural flora and fauna there inside the exhibit.

Rogan: Do you think there are non-human intelligences that look like us, moving around with us, living amongst us?

Luis: Do I think it’s possible? Well we are doing it already with the panda bears.

OMG, politicians are going to turn into furries. #

The big thing yesterday was nodding. Literally everywhere I went people would nod their heads at me. People of all ages and all walks of life, all nodding. It must have happened 20-30 times during the day. Like someone sent them all a memo to nod at everyone, or certainly at me. It started while I was writting yesterday’s morning note, and at about the same exact time I started getting a blocked nose and sneezing. That continued for much of the day. Seems to have subsided now.

It was a slow day yesterday, hardly anything in the way of food, though I had an instant coffee left from the Nescafe marketing people so had that with cold water early morning, listenned to quite a few podcasts before getting tired. Got gifted a small sandwich, which tasted pretty good, even though it was processed meats. It’s amazing how food tastes when you’re starving.

There was a lot of harrassment yesterday evening. There was clearly something organised. I spent much of the day down by the canal. Weather was mediocre but nice to be in the open space there. On the way to the internet place that evening to send out the newsletter promo and schedule next week’s issue, all along the route there were people waiting to shout harrassment at me. From security guards aggresively shouting 'gay', to customers sitting out from of cafes shouting various rude stuff, to just randoms scaterred everywhere doing the same, it was just vile hate being thrown at me the entire way.

I was listening to music as I was walking, something I don’t like doing because it puts my device and earphones at risk, but it drowns out the harrassment, so it’s just about possible to ignore it. But of course I end up having to put myself in danger. Ultimately that’s the worst thing about the harrassment, it’s fucking dangerous a lot of the time.

Today I’m hoping to get the minimal repo I created to reproduce the reusable workfkow secrets bug. Looks like I’ll be able to buy some food and hot water. But I’m playing catchup again, laundry, washing etc, so not expecting to get a huge amount done. By the time I’ll be caught up it will be the end of the day.

It’s all just so hopeless, things that take a few hours or even minutes when your life is all functional can literally take weeks. The reusable workflow is a great example. It’s literally been 3 weeks now that I’ve been trying to finish that, but the world just keeps blocking me in one way of another. It’s like I’m in a different universe. Then regular folks just don’t believe you are so stuck, and start testing you to check if you are lying or not, which makes everything even more exponentially harder. I’m spending 90% of my time just dealing with warpath world.

Already a lot of loud warpathing this morning from the gang stalkers. That was started by early morning bycicle singing lady. She hasn’t been past in a while. That’s been followed by several high jinks loud shouting motorbike gang stalkers. That sort of stuff usually stops around 3am so it’s odd that it’s still happening now. #

Yesterday was kind of a washout productivity-wise, the world is doing it’s thing again where it pretends to be helping but literally every bit of help has a malicious component. Here are my notes from yesterday morning:

• The bloke in hot water shop yesterday kept on saying the word sim over and over
• There’s a bycicle vendor that passes the internet place all the time, his loud speaker always has a message that says "your sim lie"
• This morning the white bag gifted to me during the night had a packet of noodles
• No hot water but yesterday the lady that gave me an expensive pizza from bakery gave me a large bottle of water
• Btw I had stomach issues during the night because of the pizza
• At the internet place this morning it started to rain, it got kind of cold
• I went to the park to eat the food, would have been nice to have hot water I thought to myself since it’s cold, but can’t get any since no money and clearly police are watching my every move
• Put blanket around my shoulders to keep warm, had shelter from rain under some trees, sort of a light drizzle rain rather than downpour
• Prepared the noodles with cold water
• Openned the noodles to find oddly that there were 2 oil packets. Normally only 1. I decided to throw both away. No way to clean the bowl in any case, oil would just make things more difficult
• It occurred to me how silly this is as it could be interpreted as a sort of protest
• 2 minutes later a park sweeper lady passed and swept my potentially-a-protest away, under the carpet so to speak
• A moment later somebody nearby said ‘we know’
• There are no words, just when you think your imagination had gone too far, nope it was spot on, they really are that insane about controlling everything
• Oh and guess what Joe Rogan pod just dropped an episode interview with philosopher Jack Symes about beating the evil god problem. What are the chances?

So that was the morning. I tried to listen to podcasts but that was very difficult as the world kept setting up warpath situations all around me. From a very "hot" young woman wearing unbelievably white tight jeans on even more unbelievably long legs, standing right in front of me recording some sort of influencer youtube video no doubt. It was like some sort of beauty product shoot, with her long hair being tossed in all directions. There was just no way to concentrate on evil god philosophy. What are the chances?

And to accompany the white jeans Miss Influencer, directly to my right was a bloke with loads of tastey food stuffing his face. Made my bag of sweet snacks and cold water noodles seem a bit underwhelming. So in both possible sitting orientations on the bench I was sitting at, I was forced to watch some sort of anger goading performance. In the end Miss Influencer got in a big huff about her camera or something and stormed off. Eventually I decided there wasn’t any point trying to fight the warpathing world that was oppositing literally everything I was doing in some way. I was also getting sleepy because not much sleep last night.

I went back to the internet place, updated this week’s newsletter with some additional podcasts and blog posts I managed to get through during the week. It looked like it was about to rain anyway. At another location a bit later there was a gang of Nescafe marketing people giving out free coffee samples. That was nice however would have been useful when I was falling alseep a bit earlier, and they also didn’t have any hot water. So I had an instant coffee made with cold water. Nearly choked on it as initially the coffee hadn’t disolved.

Still the coffee was quite nice nevertheless. But the moment didn’t last long before the small middle aged well dressed but super sketchy lady that used to sell cigarettes next to the nearby primary school showed up. Recently she’s ditched the cigarettes and now appears to be some sort of loan shark. She always wears a sort of fancy hat, like she’s of to the vietnamese horse racing or something. It’s hard to tell exactly what she’s doing but people keep showing up, sit next to her, she taps away on her feature phone, taps away on a calculator, they sometimes give her some small amount of money, then she gives them more money in return. Mostly small amounts like 1-40 USD, but in local currency. It’s bizare. She always sits right near me, so I have to move, because I don’t want to be associated with whatever it is she’s doing. Remember the police from earlier that was saying 'money' over and over, well they were positioned exactly where loan shark with fancy hat woman sits. She has her own fold out chair, and a small stool for her, I guess, customers, who 90% of the time are the same exact people.

Later I got visited by maybe a pedo soap opera westerner bloke. The guy that featured in the recent weird pedo pervert bullying escallations. He bought me a large Coke and a bottle of water, while only getting himself a small no sugar coke, gave me a lecture about how sugar makes you fat. Btw he chose what he bought for me. He was banging on about his job, which seems to change every few days, he apparently works 15 simultaneous jobs or something, and is literally always in trouble with his boss. It was all cash in hand not quite legal, but somehow the story has evolved and now it’s salaried, but not enough, and there is some issues with Visas or something. He has previously tried to get me to work in something he would organise. "Just let me know and I’ll make a call, I know people. Oh and you’ll work" he said while slowly nodding and raising his eyebrows. "You’ll work...every...single...day". Always super sketchy about how it’s organised. He also previously told me that near where he lived the people are kind of hardcore. Said he was speaking to a young boy of about 5 years old out in the street. Apparently the boy later got in trouble with his father, and the father threw him out of the window, the boy fell to his death splaterred on the sidewalk. He said it was horrible. He has a lot of these strange sorts of stories.

We chatted for a bit, weird conversation, his wife had been away for two weeks, and his place was in a mess, he needed to clean it up before she got back. I wished him best of luck with his last minute cleanup operation as he left. We talked about health and processed foods being unhealthy.

Later got gifted a bag full of sweet foods and breads and a ginormous industrial size packet of baby wipes. That’s really unusual. What are the chances that should happen right after the pedo apocalypse bullying cycle?

I ended up not drinking most of the large coke because it turned out that it wasn’t regular coke, it had lime in it, so it just tasted like rum and coke, pretty gross. When I mentioned it to pedo westerner bloke he said 'oh my bad' in the most deadpan I’m not sorry at all infact I most likely did it on purpose you’ve ever seen. Still there’s a tiny minuscule chance he 'got confused' I suppose.

The garbage bin was surrounded by construction workers, so I placed the 2/3 undrunk bottle in the curb along with all the wrappers from all the sweet snacks, which was called 'food' as it was given to me, all neatly packed so they didn’t fly off in the wind. Later the garbage sweeper bloke had a pop at me for daring to leave garbage in the curb, nevermind that that’s literally what everyone does here. Certainly the construction workers and weird old laddies do. I guess it’s different rules for me though isn’t it.

I was just thinking that I’d had way too much sugar that day, having had a bag full of mostly sugar stuff in the morning, a large bottle of gross lime coke and another bag full of sugar stuff, and wouldn’t it be nice to eat some real food, when a motorbike bloke stopped and gave me a takeaway food styrofoam box. I gestured thank you, he drove off, I openned the box to find a single fat slab of heavily processed meat, on a bed of something I’ve never seen before. A bit like rice but it’s combined with small bits of sweet gelatiney type stuff, all a yellow color. Was it a sweet dish, was it a savory dish, impossible to tell. It certainly wasn’t the most appealing food in the world. You win yet again world, while yet again pretending that I’m the winner.

So that was yesterday. Didn’t get much done.

Today already some harassment, anger goading type stuff, with people wearing head to toe red outfits pacing up and down the road like an angry bull. Also motorbike driveby gang stalkers, but I’ve mostly been ignoring it.

At least I’ve already written and scheduled today’s newsletter.

I’ve been sneezing all morning, and had a blocked nose earlier, but that seems to have disapeared. Just me getting mutilated again, nothing to see here, please move along.

Someone has also been accumulating rocks nearby where I sit, where I’ve previously been assaulted several times already, including rocks and bricks to the body and face. There’s a small pile of them now. Intimidation much?

No doubt I’ll be blamed for being on the warpath, even though quite clearly it’s the other way around.

Probably going to be another one of those days. #

It’s not even daylight yet and I’m neck deep in harrassment, intimidation, lies, bullying, people creating problems, complaining about those, problems, escallating and escallating, and ultimately being blamed. Is it any wonder that I’m completely stuck world? Get your foot off my neck. And now I’m literally being yah’d by the motorbike gang stalkers, very aggressively I might add. That’s literal slavery.

Let’s back up. A couple of days ago, I was involved in a clearly manufactured situation that got very dangerous, I was nearly killed by on-coming traffic. This was following some weird pedophile based harrassment culminating in a yellow tsunami from tourist motorbike taxis, some of whom knew about the attempted murder of me earlier that day. They were referencing it and finding it hilarious.

The morning after the attempted murder, there was all sorts of weird sex goading and general harrassment everywhere I went. One thing I didn’t mention was that among this, when I got to the internet place, I think it was yesterday morning, which was the day after the attempted murder, there were some traffic police waiting just up the road from the internet place, parked sort of hiding behind a blue bus. I spotted them ahead of time. It’s very unusual for them to be in that place. What are the chances they would be there the day after I got essentially pushed into oncoming traffic?

I thought it was a bit odd at the time, well wouldn’t you know it this morning I got woken up by a traffic police motorbike apparently stoping a male motorbike driver and his female passenger. Right on front of me, and in the exact place where the 3 yellow motorbike taxis had shouted 'care care care!' referencing the murder attempt the day before. As the police gave the driver and passenger a hard time for whatever they had done to merrit being stopped, he kept saying the english word 'money' over and over, in amongst what was presumably vietnamese. He also quite clearly and loudly said the word 'yellow'. Eventually he drove off, on his police bike with the all in black military police bloke that was with him. The whole incident took quite a long time, it sort of felt like they were waiting for something.

At that point, I noticed that somebody had left a white plastic bag with various snack foods. That’d great because I have nothing to eat today. As soon as I picked up the bag, the male and female that had been stopped by the police, said something in english, I can‘t remember exactly what, but it was clear they were waiting for me to find the bag. So the whole situation, which involved actual real police, on an actual real police motorbike, was a staged manufactured incident.

A short while later as I was gathering myself for the day ahead, a motorbike gang stalker drove past shouting 'go home'. Then shortly after, the very aggressive one passed shouting 'yah!'.

How is it even possible to get ahead in life, to not get caught up in crime, to just live, when literally everyone, including the fucking police are in on the grift, which involves enslaving you, constantly harrassing you, and possibly murdering you? And what about if the fucking journalists are in some way in on it too? Who are you going to call?

Answer me that world, because I’m all out of ideas. All the doors are closed. Every god dam thing is a contradiction, and I’m being blamed for everything, blamed for being blamed, blamed just for existing. Infiniti AI nightmare trap much?

This is the sort of collective action that is not one bit good. It maskerades as help, but really is the mob collaborating to keep you down in the gutter. It’s literally happening to me.

So maybe I’ll be able to test the minimal repo I created yesterday, in between harrassments, to test the strange 18 secret limit bug I have experiencing on reusable workflows this past week.

It’s literslly 95% dealing with the world’s extreme bullcrap at the minute, 5% on getting myself out of the trap I’m stuck in. How is this fair in any way world? #

There was much sex related bullying and goading for the rest of the day yesterday with women food vendors calling 'com suon' which is rice pork, 'come soon' instead, then later as I was eating the food I'd bought, 2 girls sitting in front of me continuously repeating 'com suon'. And the bloke shop staff saying 'I love you' to the customer ahead of me as they departed. And just constant small things like that. But at least I was able to buy some food and eat something. It felt like people were trying to make me sneeze the whole day, but I didn’t catch a runny nose or sneezing fits thankfully.

The soup vendor that occasionally offers me free soup did that again, and a variation on that old pattern emerged where he was saying it was free and the big gruff bloke also working the food stand was saying pay. I confirmed it was free with the bloke that had initially approached me. He speaks quite good english so I confirmed it was indeed free. No major repurcussions until now.

I listenned to some pretty good podcasts on politics and solo development. Made a lot of notes. Had a few ideas for some blog posts. Perhaps today I’ll find time between the harrassments to write a few. No progress on the reusable workflows yet, hopefully that will happen too. Charged all my devices and caught up with laundry. Hopefully today will be a bit more productive now that I’ve caught up with things. It’s a bit disheartening to know that by tomorrow another starvation cycle will have started, and it will all start over and I’ll be catching up for days only to get maybe 1/2 a day of productivity before it starts over again. #

Something else worth mentioning that I forgot about. The weird western bloke with the bald head that walks slowly showed up twice. First I passed him when I went to a place along the canal I haven’t been to in a while 2 days ago. Later that evening, he passed by in a totally different location. He used to apear all the time during COVID. He’s kind of creepy, has this strange vibe like he’s at an invisible funeral, walking slowly, head hanging down. He was wearing a purple tshirt. I mention it because it’s bound to turn into some sort of warpath. #

There was a bunch of aftermath escallations following yesterday’s attempt attempt on my life, but also a continuation of the kids in yellow thing, which morphed into a more generalised gangs with a yellow person thing, and yesterday turned into a full blown yellow tsunami. In the evening yesterday, a huge gathering of motorbikes, probably around 30-40 bikes, installed themselves on the opposite side of the road, directly in front of me.

They do this occasionally, have been doing it for several months now. It’s ostensibly some kind of city tour for groups that stay in the nearby hotel. The thing is all the drivers wear bright yellow tshirts. And the other thing is they always seem to appear at the end of a bullying cycle. I call this thing a yellow tsunami, because the whole color tsunami thing happens quite often, usually with red, white and yellow. Something will happen, some sort of manufactured incident, and a color is anchored to that incident, escallations follow, culminating in a tsunami, where a sea of that color materialises. Sounds weird, but it definutely happens.

Are all the participants in a tsunami aware they are tsunamying? Probably not, but some definitely are. Take yesterday’s yellow tsunami for example, about 5 minutes after they arrived, 3 of the yellow tshirted drivers went to the shop behind me. They returned, each with a large bottle of cold water. As they crossed the road right in front of me to get back to their bikes, all three shouted in unison "care, care, care!", followed I might add by gaffows of laughter. Well guess what, it sounded familiar, and sure enough I remembered a few moments later what had happened earlier that day. When I essentially got forced into on-comming traffic, extremely dangerously, the thing I shouted very loudly to get the bikes that were heading directly at me to slow down was "Carefull!", repeatedly. So it’s pretty obvious that least some of them knew about that, which happened in a totally different location. This isn’t a small town either, this is a massive city.

There was a bunch of other stuff, mostly drive by motorbike stalker harrassment stuff. One thing worth mentioning is that it’s pretty clear the gang stalkers organise set pieces, with several of them passing in succession, each shouting or doing something related. For example a bloke walked by with a tshirt with only the large letters on the front 'RUN'. Moments later an older bloke on a bicycle passed by, he passes quite often, very often cranky with a gargoyle type voice, very tanned and shriveled face. He was doing a mean face and pointing directly at me. That was followed a few minutes later by another bloke on a bycicle, who was basically a younger better looking version of the old cranky bloke. He looked at me as he passed and as soon as eye contact was made he looked away very quickly as if he was scared. Given all the weird pedo and pervert shit from the past few days, this seems very much like a set piece to me.

This morning a motorbike gang stalker did a driveby shouting 'allow'. That’s another one of their favorites during a yellow tsunami. It’s because the words sound so similar. It’s mind control at best but often also anger goading. Today it happened moments before morning yellow lady passed by. She passes by every morning, about the time I get up, crosses the road directly in front of me. She always wears a yellow tshirt. They are 'allowing' me to get up and leave. This sort of thing happens everywhere. They want total control of you at all times.

Okay enough chatter, the plan for today is the write a few blog posts and maybe create a minimal example of the reusable workflow secrets limit issue if I have time. Looks like I’ll be able to get some food today, and they allowed me eat something last night so I have some energy today.

Hopefully the harrassment won’t be too intense today. #

Just got to the internet place. Clearly another bullying cycle has started. First, earlier while I was writting the previous note, a motorbike gang stalker drove past, the bloke driving had a really horse voice, sounds like he has some vocal chord issues, perhaps a polip, something I have had btw, so I know what it sounds like. Well guess what, in one of the shop cafes I often go to, every afternoon a bloke shows up that has literally the same voice. Anyhow he drives past blah blahing about something or other, and the long legged girl sitting on the back says loudly 'I love'.

A short while later I make my way to the internet place, on route I first have to walk around a small mound of used white tissues that have been left scattered. This had stopped happening, but I guess they are back to their old tricks again. I continue to the corner where the dead rat was previously left and also a brick on a separate a occasion. It’s been a while since the weird old lady that does her pretend humping exercise was there, but she’s there again this morning, both hands holding the fence, legs spread, doing her weird pretend humping thing.

I am reminded at this point that yesterday in the park, right after I had nearly been murdered, so I was quite shell shocked, sitting resting, some badmington players, a bloke and young woman about the same age were having a conversation. The girl kept using the english word 'money' over and over. When I looked directly opposite me about 30 yards away, suddenly an old lady who had been standing there waiting, sprung into action, opened a wallet and looked through it for a few moments, then put it away, put her two hands on the bench near her and started doing the pretend humping thing. Same as the weird old lady from the dead rat / brick corner. I said something, I can’t remember what, it wasn’t rude or overly loud, just enough for her to hear me, she scurried away very quickly. There were loads more strange incidents that I won’t go into now.

I continue to the next corner where there is a middle aged slightly large lady wearing head to toe the brightest white outfit ever, very keen to try to make eye contact with me as I pass. Is this the start of the white tsunami that I predicted? I guess we shall see. The thing that makes me think I’m entering a white tsunani is that the shop cafe where the polup horse voice guy shows up, is the place where recently on the very white walls a small erect penis + balls with a forward slash / above it, was grafiti’d on the wall, just to the right and a few meters on front of where I sit, so it’s always in some way in my periferal vision.

I did write recently that I like urban art, but let’s be honest, this isn’t quite Banksy caliber art we’re talking about here. It’s juvenile crap being used by pervert gang stalkers to sexually harrass people.

Another thing that happened as I walked to the internet place, a motorbike taxi, wearing yellow tshirt, stopped to ask if I wanted a ride. That’s extremely unusual at this time in the morning. I can only remember one other time a moto taxi stoped during this walk at this hour. This time he simply said 'Be the one, motorbike?'. That was about 50 yards before encountering the all in white woman at the corner. And guess what, I followed Keanu Reeves yesterday on Threads. What are the chances?

Btw, murderer bloke from yesterday is once again in a mood and pretending to blow his nose everytime he passes me as he moodily walks up and down the path preparing the sandwich stand. #

I managed to finish listening to several podcasts I had started listening to yesterday. Very low on energy atm though because I’ve hardly been able to eat anything. Hardly any food and lots of bullying. The bags are so much heavier when you haven’t eaten in a few days.

I went to an old spot I hadn’t been to in a while yesterday near the canal. They have taken away some of the benches I would previously sit on. On the opposite side of the canal all the benches have been replaced with concrete seats that don’t have backrests, a bit like the seats you get at bus stops. I guess they no longer want people to spend too much time outside. Without back support it’s a lot harder to sit for long periids of time.

The only benches remaining were the ones whose legs had been entombed in the pathway’s cement. It’s almost as if this has happened before and the previous lot took measures to ensure they would always have some benches with back rests.

Didn’t get any coding done yesterday. The secrets bug is still blocking everything. I’m going to have to write another energency newsletter early while I’ve still got power, then turn everything off until I can charge the devices up again. I’m so sick of these mini boom bust cycles.

Another thing, anytime I start doing anything with my device, a group of people appear and just sort of start loutering nearby, lightly chatting, but it’s like fake chatting or something. Their actions feel in some way connected to what you are doing. It becomes really impossible to do anything, because they are incredibly distracting. The closer you get to whatever it us you are figuring out, the worse it gets. Happened yesterday in the park, along the canal, and this morning outsite the shop.

There appears to be another one of those regime changes. It’s like I’m being forced into so called bad behavior, because I have to stand up to the bullying, abd ind group rewards me for it while another does the opposite. I also appear to get rewarded when I get mutilated, especially if I accidentaly do it to myself.

The sunburn from a few days ago is quite painful today. Feels like it’s going to be another struggle today. Not so nice and quiet this morning, lots of loud people shouting as they drive past, like there’s something in the air.

Feels like the world is about to be unhappy with everything again.

Almost forgot, there was another camicaze earth worm yesterday. It was trying to cross the road. No earth worms doing basically anything for 5 years, then suddenly in the space of a few weeks it’s like some sort of earthworm apocalypse. They keep appearing in places I go to or routes I walk along. Perhaps there’s an earthworm health thing going on. The one yesterday got run over by a motorbike a few seconds after I noticed it. The poor thing recoiled in pain, flopped around for a bit and eventually sort of disapeared into a small shrivelled mound of earthworm skin. Much like how a witch disolves into bubbling putrid green stuff when it dies. Kind of gross. Poor little guy. This aggression against earth worms has to stop I tell you!

If it turns out that god is in fact a very evolved giant earthworm in the sky, let’s please all remember I stood up for the earthworms. Thank you. #

Well I haven’t as predicted had a brick thrown in my face, or fallen out of a window, or starved to death (yet), but earlier was involved in a very dangerous manufactured incident where I ended up inadvertantly walking out into head on traffic. It’s the second time that something like this has happened in around a month.

Last time there was a gang of teenagers taking photos that appeared to be waiting for me, as I arrived to cross the road to get to the place I can get internet, they suddenly changed direction, walking straight at me. With my heavy bags I was unnable to stop and was forced down the high curb right into on coming traffic. It’s a very busy road, luckily I was able to manouvre between the motorbikes and cars.

This time the situation occurred pretty much in the exact same spot but on the other side of the road. The only difference is there is no curb on that side. I had been using the internet in between the two cafes there. I have to stand to use the internet there. One of the locals that helps run a mobile sandwich stand that’s there most weekday mornings, had been warpathing me all morning. It started with him spitting behind me as he walked past, which was followed by several loud noises each time he passed near me.

I’d been standing for over an hour when I decided to leave as I was getting very tired. I collected my heavy bags and somewhat abscent mindedly and tired, as I haven’t eaten much the past few days as they are starving me again, walked to the side of the road to cross. There was a ton of on coming traffic, and as I reached the side of the road, the local bloke suddenly jumped up from the seat next to the food stand moving very fast in my direction. I took my eyes off the road to look behind me to see what was heading towards me. He then pretended to be blowing his nose onto the floor, holding one nostril, but really he was trying to suprise and scare me. And it worked because with the momentum of the bags, by the time I’d turned my head back to the traffic I was already fully in the road. With no way to stop the only thing possible was to continue crossing which was fine until mid way across the road. At that point there were no gaps in the traffic and a tight group of motorbikes headed directly at me, one after the other. I only made it across the road by shouting 'careful' extremely loudly repeatedly which had the effect of speeding up the breaking of the motorbikes. It was unbelievably dangerous. With these bags, had a bike hit me I would most likely have ended up on the floor, and run over by many cars and bikes. There were hundreds of them as it was the morning rush hour. I could easily have been killed.

It’s 100% clear to me that he planned it, did it on purpose, and was attempting to get me to walk out into the on coming traffic. I have zero doubt about that. He has been around for a few months now, is very often in a foul mood and about as often harrasses me in one way or another, always trying to provoke me.

Interestingly when I entered the park across the road there was a group of old people in their 80s sitting on a bench, and as I walked past, one of them shouted 'you learn' at me. Seems this had been planned by many. Absolutely attrocious behaviour. It’s no wonder this place is such a shit hole. If the older generation are taking part in organised community murders and passing it off as some sort of learning experience, you can start to understand why so many have head injuries, huge scars, and missing limbs. And why things in this place just appear to get worse.

What are the chances that this should happen today, the day after I link to an article about the mafia, and the same day british entrepreneurs and their accountants are turning up dead in Sicilian boat accidents and murdered in strange pedestrian vs car incidents in the UK. Also Banksy, he’s probably got something to do with it too. Why not?

Also also, you might find these two articles I wrote about organised crime interesting. The first one is about how AI might affect criminals, and the second is about in the future whether crime will even be possible.

Might as well try to get something out of this rotten day. Always be promoting. #

The yellow tshirt thing that I confirmed yesterday morning most definitely became a thing yesterday. It spread and morphed into something slightly different. Gangs of stalkers were waiting for me in every location I went to. Each gang had one member that was wearing a yellow tshirt or a yellow rain jacket they clearly had just put on over their clothes in a rush. What’s more it appeared seats had been organised in such a way to make it much more likely I would sit in a specific location, or at least to ensure there would be some form of confrontation wherever I sat.

For example, on the way down to the water canal, which I hadn’t been to for quite a while, the skinny girl in the green dress passed me in the opposite direction. She’s been around for years, probably in her twenties, always wearing the same dress, always looking like she should eat something. She always appears when they are doing weird sex goading shit, but also when they are starving me. This time I guess it was a bit of both because the was multi-tasking, walking while eating out of one of the polystyrene takeaway containers. It’s very unusual to see her eating something, let alone eating while walking.

Also when I got to the canal and was looking for a seat, a large butch women with a mobile street stand was sitting on the curb right behind one of the seats I often sit. Based on past experience as soon as I would have sit there she would likely get on the phone and start yapping away with a piercing vicious gargoil witch type voice. She was wearing tight green leggings, just like the pervert butch women from the internet place the previous morning.

So I gave that seat a miss, but at the next one along just as I arrived I noticed a small 2 bike motorbike gang there waiting for me. One passenger was wearing a yellow rain jacket which looked like it had just been put on in a bit of a rush. As soon as I got there, they sprung into action, and started having some form of argument. I eventually called them out as a motorbike gang stalker gang. Asked them to stop following me, and to stop being perverts, to stop perverting everything. They eventually stopped and both women had quite big grins on their faces as they drove off. The two blokes with them looked kind of clueless.

I was there for a few hours. There weren’t that many people passing, the morning rush had passed and the sun was out. Then there were gang after gang of yellow tshirted children that started to materialise. It was one after the other on both sides of the canal. One of the groups had 4 kids in yellow and an adult also in yellow. A gang of teens with one yellow tshirt wearer passed twice, the first time shouting 'you learn'. On the return leg the yellow tshirt wearer hid his head under the yellow shirt. Perhaps they were refering to the sun that was beaming down, or perhaps they were saying I should learn to not speak up and hide myself. Impossible to know exactly.

Anyway the point here is to see that once these escallations start, they spread, and take on different forms, and there’s basically nothing you can do. If you say something they often escallate, and if you say nothing they also often escallate because they think you are a soft touch and it’s an opportunity to bully you without fear of repurcussions.

I was able to get some food later that afternoon and thankfully it was quiet in the shop cafe I went to. That evening there was almost a total drop off of the harrassment, for basically the entire evening. Like night and day, like all the harrassers had gone home to bed ot something. The mood was very quiet everywhere. I was able to write a couple of rather up beat blog posts. One about urban art and the other about the interesting phenominon of using supercuts to expose media manipulation, which I was able to link back to some of things I’ve been experiencing here in the social layer.

So it was kind of a pleasant end to the day, though I was quite tired physically and mentally by the end of it all.

Today, the plan is to finish listening to some of the podcasts I started yesterday, and I need to figure out how I’m going to deal with the odd secrets limit that’s appeared in the reusable workflows. Based on my research it shouldn’t be blocking like this. There isn’t a limit to the number of secrets, certainly nowhere near 18 secrets. I might create a minimal example to try and reproduce the error. Not sure how much that will help though as I suspect the bug won’t showup, but perhaps I’ll be able to copy and paste a known good secrets definition with 18 secrets. Some software bugs are just so puzzling.

Btw, though there was several motorbike harrassment incidents earlier this morning when I got up. I completely ignored them and the entire time I’ve been writting this note the whole world, though mediumly busy, has been quite quiet. Literally as I wrote that last sentence a gang of 10 youths all wearing black and white outfits just turned up where I am. And so it goes.

Update: Forgot to mention, I took my tshirt off yesterday just before lunch, it was really hot, I was in the shade the whole time as far as I could tell, under some trees, but it obviously wasn’t enough shade. Ended up getting a slight sunburn all over my chest and shoulders. Not sure how that works. Surely shade is shade. Anyway, just to note, I ended up getting mutilated again! Told you, this always happens. Now there will be escalations where the world won’t believe I didn’t do it on purpose, and will keep setting up situations that are just outside my consciousness window of perception. Again and again I’ll get blamed.

It’s strange, almost as if either the world mutilates me or my body mutilates itself. It’s like neither believes the other. Something to think about. There’s definitely something that keeps happening. Not sure if the end-of-task-yah is related. That happens more often than not too. #

All the strange pedophile / pervert shit from the past few days has me very shaken. I honestly don’t know what to make of it. And it didn’t stop yesterday after my last note on the matter. It continued throughout the day and into the evening yesterday. Culminating in a bizare conversation with a western bloke that stops to chat every now and then, who sometimes gifts me some food, water and soft drinks from the nearby shop, or sandwich shop. This individual has a propensity imo for some very tall tales, so it’s always very difficult to know where the truth lies. Also the sort of person that is more concerned about being an alpha male in control, and I think wouldn’t think twice on bending the truth if it meant he had the upper hand in some way. Yet in his own way he has been kind and generous.

Anyway, in our conversation there were several instances which I would classify as blatant double speak. And it felt prepared, like he’d either been thinking about saying what he said for a while or could be a well trodden path, some turns of phrase he has used in the past. It happenned right at the start of the conversation. I don’t remember the exact wording, but I think it was pretty clear references to pedophile activities. Something along the lines of seing certain things that you can’t unsee. It was said using facial expressions that initially communicated it could be some form of dark joke, but turned into something along the lines of having been forced or coersed into these sorts of situations. Something unpleasant.

It’s really odd, and hard to describe. This person has previously talked about being involved with people that are into bad things i.e. criminals, but it’s always felt like someone flexing in order to get the upper hand, a form of distorting and perverting reality with lies. When he goes off piste into one of these rants he takes on a sort of soap opera type character, where everything is overly dramatic, you can almost feel the cemeras slowly zooming in on the long pauses like it’s an episode of the Bold and the Beautiful or something.

I mention this for context because even though what he said was really friggin’ weird I’m not convinced on balance that he was actually involved in the things he was implying. But he might be, that’s the troubling thing. You never really know. I wanted to write about it here because I said I would, and also if there is weird shit going on, whether you are a local or a foreigner, western or eastern, whatever the colour of your skin, male of female, old medium aged or young, that doesn’t matter to me, I will write about it. I don’t seek to get anyone in trouble, but I’m also not going to be easily intimidated.

The other reason is that this all comes at the end of another bullying cycle, and this individual has a tendency to pop up when things in my environment are very intense. Whether that’s his doing I don’t know, but it definitely happens. With all this it’s very difficult to write about because with all the strange things that happen, it often feels like I’m dealing with people that are also caught up in some weird shit. The final thing I want to say about this is that this individual has a striking resemblance to somebody from my past. I’ve seen a lot of doppelgangers of people from my past while I’ve been here. I used to mention it in my writtings a lot but I’ve mostly stopped. I just got kind of bored of doing it. But it still happens, though somewhat less frequently. It’s either doppelgangers of celebrities, or people from my past. Like you are meeting a relative of theirs, but it often doesn’t make sense because in your earlier life they didn’t have such relatives, at least as far as you were aware.

So all this to say, things are very fucked up at the minute. I hardly know how to think about it let alone talk or write about. It’s just so pervasive, and happens in some shape or form everywhere I go. Many many things seem to be connected and it could be bad shit is happening, but there’s also a lot of signs that whatever the actual reality is, it’s very complicated for everyone involved.

The two biggest themes that crop up again and again in these incidents similar to what I've described here are pedophilia and slavery. It happens constantly.

That’s all I’m going to say about it right now. Hopefully I won’t get another brick in the face, fall out of a window or starve to death. No doubt the bullying will continue, in fact while I was writting this note there have been several drive-by harrassments and a couple of local blokes also tried to get a reaction out of me by anger goading me. And so it goes. #

Forgot to mention that children wearing all in yellow outfits or bright yellow tshirts is definitely trending. It must have happened at least 5 times yesterday. Just wanted to mention that because I'll often mention something that might seem like it could just be random, but it later is confirmed to be 'a thing'. I‘ve gotten very good at recognizing when something like that is happening, so I can spot it very early in the cycle. So just a follow up to say that the yellow thing is happening and spreading through the various groups. #

Difficult to know even where to start today. The pervert everything motorbike gang stalkers were doing their sleep depravation basically the entire night. It doesn’t feel like I got any sleep. As soon as I would start to fall asleep, one would drive by and shout unbelievably witty like 'lie', or if they were being particularly extra witty 'lie' 'lie'. This sort of thing kept happening from late last night until daylight this morning. There was also a gang of twenty somethings outside the shop that would occasionally get involved to gaffaws of laughter. I’m really very exhausted now.

There was also some weird sex shit to go along with the starvation and thirsting they are putting me through again. This time the sex shit was really really weird. Earlier in the evening a bloke wearing a black tshirt with the letters 'BAD' in giant white text had been trying to get into the school that’s across and a bit up the road. Then there was a motorbike taxi droping off a bloke nearbye who said really loudly 'yellow' to the passenger, nothing else.

Then I remembered that that morning there had been a weird incident with an adult and 2 children walking past in the opposite direction. I remember thinking at the time that it really seemed like a manufactured incident, anyway both children were wearing bright yellow tshirts.

Well back to yesterday evening’s escallations, a western couple walked past both wearing head to toe white outfits. Then there was a motorbike gang stalker where the adult passenger was waving in my direction exactly like a young child waves. Basically pretending to be a child waving. Then another motorbike gang stalker making a noise which I can’t really figure out how to turn into text, but it’s the sound of a sobbing young boy as his bottom lip qwivers. I know that sounds weird but there is literally a sound that is exactly that, and the motorbike gang stalker was making it.

Then motorbike gang stalkers started driving by making sex noises and shouting 'come!'. Then loads or white cars suddenly everywhere. Then more motorbike gang stalkers shouting something like 'babies' and lots of lol'ing. I can’t remember exact details but it got really fucking weird. I eventually just said something along the lines of 'I don’t know what you are up to but none of this is funny, it’s all just fucking perverted and strange, stop being perverts', which of course made them become even more perverted and weird.

It went on for hours. Gangs of men would walk past and shout things like 'yeah yeah yeah' as in 'whatever'. All I could do was call them perverts, and asked them to consider stoping their bizare perverted pedo escallations. They of course continued. Eventually I just said 'look I don’t know why today of all days you’ve decided to let your strange perverted fantasies out of the closet, you are obviously going to continue doing this no matter what I say, you do you, let’s all learn about your strange perverted pedo shit together'. It kept on happening for literally hours. At one point, I think it was right after the 'yeah yeah yeah' from the gang of men, even an apparent police officer drove past on a non-descript motorbike, driving really slowly giving me the stink eye. Several months ago there was what I think was a manufactured incident where an apparent police officer arrested a bloke and the police officer was saying much the same thing as he arrested him and the bloke was trying to explain his situation. Anyway that was again followed by more weird motorbike gang stalker perverted f-d up shit.

I was getting really tired at this point, but they really wouldn’t let me go to sleep, it really intensified. The gang outside the shop was finding everything hilarious. I mentioned that I wasn’t trying to be funny, that I’d much prefer to not have to be funny, but what choice did I have. If I said nothing, I would later get bullied even more or worse. Either way it looks like I’ll get bullied in some way. Ultimately it’s all just intimidation and warpathing, blaming the victim for their strange perversions, creating the problem they complain about, blocking the solutions they suggest, and escallating and escallating until they have thoroughly painted themselves into a corner at which point they just blame everything on me.

I’ve been typing this out as best I can remember it. I’m not going to be intimidated by this kind of stuff. I’m going to write about it. If you perverts think it’s funny then go ahead and make a 'Allo allo' / Dad’s Army style comedy program, but with starvation and thirsting and infiniti bullying, the weird pedo pervert shit and all the rest of it. Maybe you are right, who knows, there are a lot of perverts out there, maybe you’ll find a niche for your strange and bizare pedo based comedy. At least then the rest of us will know exactly how to avoid you. I don’t think even Andy Kaufman or Borat would find your weird ass shit funny, but I might be wrong. You do you, perverts.

Thankfully I prepared the newsletter early this week, so I don’t have to do that today. I’m quite shell shocked from all this. I haven’t been able to write any podcast reviews though, which I’m quite disapointed about. I really just want to get back to some form of normality. The pervert appocalypse is shit.

Just remembered the title to this week’s newsletter is very relevant to all this stuff. That’s all scheduled and waiting to be published. It isn't the first time things I haven’t published yet in Substack, Github or even the iOS Notes app have seemingly made their way into RL before they get published in a publically visible way. It happens quite a lot actually.

As I typed that last sentence a motorbike gang stalker driving by shouted 'stop'. It was literally going to be my last sentence.

When normality world? When food and water?

As I typed that last sentence another saying 'wow'.

It never ends. #

The weird shit has continued for much of the day. At the internet place when I turned up early this morning to finalise newsletter #177, almost immediately a large butch woman wearing green leggings materialised parading a child who couldn’t have been more than 4 years old up and down in front of where I was standing. One of the many strange things she said as they walked back and forth was 'we alone', apparently into a phone conversation she was having, but it was strange, she kept breaking into english words just as she passed me. She wasn’t in fact alone as it happens there was a man with her who got a bit bad tempered at once point right before they all left, he was saying something about 'the white man'. It was unclear if he was talking about me specifically or just about white men generally. I called them perverts and said 'well this white man doesn’t want anything to do with you perverts'. They then left.

Later in the park, a park attendant security bloke, started getting agro with me, I had started falling asleep. Had the perverts not kept me awake all night, I probably wouldn’t have been falling asleep. I called him a pervert as he touched my leg, he then started to get aggressive, he made what looked to me to be quite an obscene gesture with two of his fingers. I asked him what he was doing with his two fingers. He started to try and take some photos of me. I calked him a pervert and asked why hd was trying to take photos of me. He scurried away rather quickly after that.

Now back at the internet place the butch women are trying to assert their authority. One is walking a small labrador puppy up and down the way. Totally harmless puppy that has been here for a few weeks now. For some reason today the butch woman is brandishing a long stick to hit the puppy. What are the chances. These are the kind of escallations that occur. It’s clear warpathing in my opinion, they are just looking for a fight, anger goading and all the rest of it. It’s absolutely attrocious behaviour.

As I’ve been quietly writting this note at least two groups of people, including a group of teenagers have shouted 'liar' at me casually as they walk past me to the park. They escallate and escallate and escallate.

It wouldn’t suprise me if there was some form of violence this evening. In the past that has been bricks to the face or a bat to the body. This is what happens when the social layer in society is completely fucked.

I write about it here because that’s all I can do since they have trapped me here. #

Feeling exhausted this morning. Lots of sleep depravation from the motorbike gang stalkers last night. That follows several days of starvation and intense harrassment literally everywhere I’ve been. It looks like I’ll be able to buy some food today, but catching up with the newsletter seems unlikely. First off, my body will take time to recover from the starvation, same with mind. I’ve also now got to catch up with laundry and charge all my devices. There will of course be even more harrassment to deal with because the perverts are still perverting everything like a plague of addicts that just don’t know when to or aren’t able to stop. And of course they blame everythibg they are doing to me on me.

I managed to get the reusable build workflow mostly working for the main website yesterday but I appear to have hit a limitation on the number of secrets you can pass to the reusabke workflow. It was unbelievably tedious to figure out. Eventually after so much pain and aggrevation I laboriously removed all the secrets and added them back one by one, while standing to use the internet, while being harrassed constantly, and wouldn’t you know it on the very last one, that’s when the workflow suddenly becomes corrupt. Works with 17, everything corrupted and doesn’t even run with 18. Gee world what are the chances?

The quickest safest way around the issue would be to jetison one of the plugins. The other way is to use the 'inherit' secrets keyword. That passes all the secrets in the top level workflow into the reusable. That seems like a rather big security risk IMO. The build workflow doesn’t need to have access to all the 3rd party services that happen in later reusable workflows.

Anyway, I might take the gas off coding for a few days, since I’m feeling so battered by the abusive world.

Are you going to let me recover from your extreme abuse world? #

The current thirsting and starvation cycle continues, with weird perverted sex shit, anger goading, and food goading. They know full well that I have hardly any drinking water yet people are only gifting me cans of soft drinks and packets of milk. Then folks materialise with obscene amounts of huge water bottles, parading them onfront of you, often with huge gleeful ways about them, while clearly trying to stoke a reaction. Men late at night drive up and gift you a bunch of bananas, again with milk, then pat you on the shoulder, then start squeezing your shoulder in a very strange and uncomfortable way. people constantly shouting 'gay' at you as they pass.

In the park, western men sit right next to you doing strange yoga posses where their butts are pointing directly at your face, in some sort of gross cat like erotic way. Western men btw. western people in the park inform you that 'you are free' as they pass you. The list of bizare, strange, and weird events often bordering on sexual harrassment keeps being added to. Each incident is followed by another. For instance bunch of banannas guy was immediately followed by a girl and boy all in black, sitting right next to me eating huge amounts of expensive tastey takeaway food. They would have you believe it’s all just coincidence. But it’s not. There are clear patterns. All aimed to make you angry so they can they blame you for being a crazy foreigner. This is a very well trodden path.

And now of course with all the riots in the UK and the crack down on social media, I wonder how long until I’m accused of inciting violence simply for describing what’s happening to me.

And so another day of starvation, thirsting, and infiniti bullying begins.

I found a bit of time yesterday to fix some of the reusable deploy workflows for the plugins. The whole time there were two troublemakers that were essentially narrating everything I was doing. Trying to put me off what I was doing. Of course this made an already very difficult situation where I have to stand to get an internet connection, even more difficult. All while perverts in the cafe next door kept saying 'come!', which apparently was hilarious based on their laughing hyenas follow up.

There was a very weird bug in the main website reusable workflow. I pass in a load more private keys (than for the plugin workflows) to the reusable workflow so it can access all the plugins, which are in private repos. For some reason this created a strange non descript syntax bug, which didn’t tell you anything apart from your workflow is f-ed. I spent literally hours trying to find the syntax error in the yaml. There was no syntax error, at least visible. Eventually I rewrote git history to get back to how things were before I added the extra workflow secrets, and it all worked. I then added one secret at a time instead of all at once, and it worked fine. That’s where I left it. I was too tired to stand up any longer and the harrassment had gotten rather strange, with a young man sprinting up and down right next to where I was standing, arounnd a corner. Similar to the people sprinting in opposite direction to the direction you are walking, which was happening last bullying cycle.

The bug was most likely some weird copy paste error where a hidden character has been introduced that f's the yml, or perhaps there’s a maximum number of secrets you can pass to a reusable workflow. I looked at the docs yesterday and couldn’t find anything to that effect, but could be it’s burried in there somewhere.

Needless to say, all of this is made 100x more difficult by having to stand to use the internet, the starvation, the thirsting, and the constant bullying.

Fuck you world. Fuck you very much. [Extents both middle fingers at everyone]. How about happy for a little bit world? Could you get off your warpath just for a few minutes? #

Whatever the new regime was from yesterday didn’t last long. As predicted it just ended up being turned into more warpathing. Change all the rules so you can blame the victim while pretending to help, then just as the victim is getting used to the new rules, change them back again, and once again don’t waste the opportunity to blame the victim on the return leg. Make maximum equal minimum, and start the whole escallation process off again. That’s pretty much what happened over the past few days.

I managed to listen to several podcasts and found a bit of time to fix a few bugs in the reusable workflows feature, but there was no way to write any podcast reviews because extra time I had was consumed figuring out their latest regime, and fielding their blame and harrassment and all the bullcrap that comes with that.

Looks like it’s back to the beginning of another starvation cycle today, and all the resource restriction shit that that entails. I’ll likely have to start conserving and rationing everything soon, so I’ll effectively be blocked again.

Going to try to make a bit of progress on the reusable workflow feature this morning. #

The thing today is grumpy men spitting as they pass on front of me, that’s happened several times as I’ve been standing here, trying to debug the reusable workflows feature. By regular offenders but also some that I’ve never seen before. Also somewhat more worryingly throwing lit cigarettes at me. That’s what prompted me to write this note.

World definitely on the warpath again, all from grumpy men at the minute, and wouldn’t you know it, coincides with the start of another starvation cycle. What are the chances?

When I said something after the cigarette projectile, someone shouted 'Come!'. Pretty sure the anger goading and starvation will be followed up with some weird ass sex goading shit. That’s what usually happens. #

There’s some sort of new regime that’s started. It’s hard to describe. I haven’t quite figured it out. People are helping but only if they can simultaneously block something else. So you end up in all these impossible decisions, and innevitably you get blamed for everything. Pretty sure it will ultimately boil down to another them creating the problem they complain about, blocking the solution they suggest, escallating again and again, and eventually blaming it all on me. That’s what always happens, all the variations boil down to the same basic pattern.

It seems to be mainly women that are really miffed at the minute for some reason. Being all bossy, being hot and bothered about the tiniest thing. It’s quite literally like walking on egg shells.

I had my spare battery charging for most of the day yesterday, yet it only got half charged. That’s weird. I had to use a different power outlet because people kept sitting in front of the one I use, hiding my device from me, which is essentially blocking, because if I leave it hidden it ends up getting vandalised, something that has happened before. Also there was a passive aggressive threat of vandalism to my spare battery device. A young woman started using my battery to prop up her phone, but she wasn’t doing it for any purpose aside from just anger goading, and forcing me to unplug from charging the battery until they left.

It’s all just more of the same total corruption of the social layer. They have a million ways to f-up your day. And there's nothing you can do about it, apart from waste all your energy and mind thinking about it. Which of course is the point of it all, to slow you down so you make no progress on anything.

Going to try to make some progress on the reusable workflows feature this morning. #

Some motorbike gang stalker harrassnent through the night. Also got 'Ahhh yah’d' by the taxi car mafia in the very small hours of the night, that was followed by more sleep depravation by loud talkers that were clearly just doing it to stop me sleeping. Not much you can do in the sort of situation. They are essentially on the warpath, no matter what you do they’ll do the opposite even if it means destroying the entire multiverse.

Seems likely that will continue for much of the day. It’s just a big old waste of resources for everyone. Like breaking something just to fix it, or digging a hole just to fill it back in again. Even though right now it’s sort of quiet, there are already signs they are waiting in the shaddows to jump right back on that tastey tastey warpath. At least it is for them anyway. Maybe I’ll get a few small things done in between all the bullcrap that’s no doubt coming my way.

Several quite difficult and not immediately obvious bugs to fix with the reusable workflows feature. It appears only to be working for about 1/2 the plugins so far. I keep trying to look into each issue but get interrupted, and since there are so many repos it gets very confusing, easy to get lost, at which point the world gets all gleeful and warpathey. It’s like I’m getting blamed for not writing perfect code first time, but the world ain’t perfect! Yet it expects you to be perfect!

Life goes on reguardless, the world keeps on spinning. #

Pretty clear that another starvation cycle has begun. I guess I’m going to have to prepare next week’s newsletter early again.

No matter what I do, everything eventually gets blocked and frontrun and exploited, and turned against me.

How long I wonder until I’m accused of being 'mentally ill'. I’m probably one of the most sane people you’ll ever meet. #

I’ve hardly even woken up and everything is already all my fault. People are yah'ing me, then blocking me, but also telling to slow down, and eventually everything just gets blocked and nobody knows what to do. I’ve already done done done the newsletter so it’s obvious. The world had already frontrun the frontrun, there’s nowhere else left for it to go. And so I get blamed for the thing that’s being done to me. It’s so unbelievably obvious that it’s almost comical. But it’s not actually very funny. Having your life stolen from you really isn’t funny. It’s slavery at best and ultimately it’s slow murder, and slow murder is still murder. There are no more words to explain it at this point.

I haven’t been able to finish the reusable deploy workflow feature on the main website. The world keeps blocking me everytime I attempt to make any progress. It’s strange to explain, but that’s what happens. In between gangs of harrassers turning up just as I get started, and the daily rainy season rain, there’s just hardly any way to make progress.

It just feels like it’s going to be another day of stoped starts, blocked progress, escallations, peace turned into war, giving turned into stealing, and ultimately I’ll get mutilated in some way. No one will be happy with anything, then I’ll get blamed for the unhappiness too.

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t, a crack on the head for asking, a crack on the head for not asking. Oh look we’re in the neverending fractal of doom again. Learn, learn, learn, obey, obey, obey. Hey world how about you take some of your own medicine? Be happy with something! Anything! #

There’s obviously more to this short writeup, but just wanted to get this out now. I got mutilated again. This time it was once again small crunchy bits of glass put in my food. That’s at least the 3rd serious mutilation in as many days. #

Quite a lot of harrassment from motorbike gang stalkers last night. They woke me up every couple of hours. Feeling quite tired today. Just got gifted a bananna from a somewhat strange man riding a bycicle. He was dressed like an office worker, kept saying he was 'SSI'. I have no idea what that means. Shortly after he left discovered somebody had once again left an earthworm for me. This time I managed to save the worm before it died. Pretty sure this is the start of another bullying cycle. No doubt it will likely be sexual harrassment in one form or another. It almost always is when banannas are involved. It never ends.

I'm close to getting all the simple plugins working with the new reusable workflow. There are several annoying bugs still to fix. Once it works with those I’ll move on to the plugins that use an npm module cache. Then finally I’ll move on to the main website repo. It’s tedious because there is a lot of jumping between repos, and lots of hard to spot bugs. It will be worth the effort though.

One thing that occurred to me yesterday is that there is potentially a downside to all the repos using the same workflow. If something goes wrong with that workflow in an unnexpected way, then deployments of all the repos could be blocked all at once. That could be problematic in high pressure situations. It will be important to be extra careful when modifying the workflow and thoroughly test before pushing out any changes. #

Since eating the bananna I was gifted earlier, I have gotten a runny nose and am sneezing lots. Just another mutilation. No doubt this is more of their world famous foreigner hospitality.

Also got yah’d for no reason walking to the internet place earlier. The roads were completely empty, the yaher was waiting for me to pass by.

Going to have to take it easy now to try to ensure the alergies don’t get worse. I was hoping to make some progress on the reusable workflows feature but I guess the world has other plans.

Respect our slow down bubble wrap and earthworm intimidation dirty foreigner! And also hurry up, stop being lazy! #

As predicted, the sexual harrassment has started, in the form of people turning up on motorbikes and making sex noises. 'Aaaaaaah'. This sort of thing will continue for the rest of the day everywhere I go. It makes the sneezing worse, which is the intent. #

Trying my best to listen to podcasts but it’s virtually impossible now that the runny nose and sneezing has turned into watery eyes, snott everywhere, unbelievably sensitive and itchy nose and sinuses, constant sneezing. All morning it’s been 'you learn' and even an 'obey' from random people on the street and in shops, young and old, male and female. Cowardly wimpy thugs, the lot of them.

You in the west think violent riots is bad, and it is, but the correlary of total crack down and pushing this behaviour underground is that it just transforms into something arguably even more vile that you will no longer have a way to see, let alone fix. Once the social layer is corrupt, there is very little you can do. We are all in this together ultimately. #

It happened again. After taking a bit of a quiet break, 20 mins or so, I picked up my device and started listening to a podcast and taking notes. Approx 30 seconds later several small groups of people arrived. The first of which said loudly 'No!' as they passed me. Now the groups are back to their passive aggressive onslaught.

Earlier before the break I had been battling the same thing for at least an hour. The instant I shifted to listening to music, and I mean literally the same instant, all their harrassing behaviour ceased, complete quiet. They eventually left. Literally everytime I try to do any work a sabotage gang materialises and does it’s best to block anything I am doing. #

Brian Merchant [39:15]: "You’d see the lines drawn, industrialisation was very literally almost a civil war, and the state’s making the case against the Luddites, and the propaganda, you can call it that, it’s propaganda of the time, it’s proclamations and it’s declarations, it’s casting the Luddites as backwards looking, as deluded, as malcontent, under the, you know, they’re smashing the thing that’s part of their job. This form of criticism is already there so when the Luddites do lose, when they are hung, on mass, that language is used in the trial against them. And we can see why. Because the state needs to have this enemy. They have to be able to paint this portrait of anybody that is against the shape that technological development is taking, anyone who’s criticising any element of that, there are too many losers or winers…no shut up, you are a Luddite, stand down, or we will hang you." #

I feel like I got quite a lot of coding done yesterday. The harrassment levels weren’t too bad, though not altogether non existent. I was able to mostly ignore it all, listen to music and code, intersperced with podcasts. I‘d done most of the difficult coding already so that made it easier. Still not a whole lot in the way of blogging ideas.

I got gifted some sweet breakfasty type stuff earlier so at least I have something to get me through some of the day. There are some bice people still left in the world :)

I managed to get the reusable build and deploy workflows fully working with 2 different plugins. That’s a pretty big step because it means that the concept works, that it’s totally possible to reuse the same workflows across many different repos. I’ve updated all the plugins and will need to test all that. The next step is to get it working on repos that use an npm module cache. I should be able to use the very same workfkow because the module cache is just a feature of the workflow that you can enable/disable by setting a variable. The way I’ve written it, the workflow is very modular, almost all the major steps can be enabled/disabled. #

It’s been a relatively quiet early morning without harrassment, though I’m at the internet place now and in the location where I stand to get internet has been left some bubble wrap. That’s historically been used multiple times before starvation periods. They are saying 'don’t do anything, just pop bubbles in the bubble wrap'. Usually it’s one of the butch women that walks past in the middle of the road on front of me clutching a handfull of bubble wrap. It only ever occurs just as starvation is about to begin.

The thing is though, there’s another contingent that want the exact opposite, and will start yah'ing me. It will escallate and escallate, and no matter what I do, I’ll get blamed, eventually all ills in the universe will be blamed on me, simply for existing. I hate to sound so defeatest, but this sort of thing has happened literally hundreds of times at this point.

Seems the world is back on the warpath after an entire afternoon and evening of relative peace and quiet. #

The last hour has been nice an quiet, was able to listen to the latest Odell - Saylor podcast that droped earlier. After listening to it, I switched over to my editor to write the review, and literally at the same moment a person that had been quietly sitting behind me for a while, suddenly starts watching some sort of stream of obnoxious short form videos on his phone, speaker on maximum volume. It’s unbelievable to me how often this happens. As soon as I start to do anything for myself, writing code or blogging, something gets activated in the universe to block or make very difficult. It’s like clockwork. It happens so often that I now get anxiety everytime I’m about to start working on something. That can’t possibly be good for motivation and productivity. Forced procrastination much? Later, no doubt, I’ll be bullied for being 'lazy'. #

Just wanted to mention this for the sake of completeness. There was more bubble wrap left at key locations I walked down, places where I would have had to decide on one way or another, had I not already decided. Quite clearly planned, definitely a thing. #

I ended up getting mutilated again. I’m not exactly sure how it hapenned, that’s always how these things go down. It’s happened so many times before. There’s a long escallation, over many days, and it eventually crescendos with all sorts of weird synchronicities, and you realise you’ve been mutilated. In this case it’s some sort of alergic skin reaction on my arm. It’s all swollen. I was preceded by random people shouting 'you learn' at me. Then afterwards a big soap opera-esce scene. The whole evening it was one thing after another, like the entire world had been turned into some sort of giant swiss clock.

Btw, I’ve also developed some sort of similar sensation on my left hand little finger and ring finger. It’s badly itching. I mention it because people are constantly trying to pressure you into extremely dubious mariages here, so the fact that I’ve developed this skin irritation thing is extremely suspect to me.

On the bright side, I got gifted some food and it looks like I’ll be able to get electricity and food for a few days. But any of the help I get these days always seems to have a nasty malicious component attached to it. In fact I wouldn’t be suprised if the malicious part continues for a while. It’s a wonder I get anything done at all on my static site generator or blogging for that matter.

It looks like I’m quite close to having the deploy workflows working using the new reusable workflow. I’ve almost got it working for one of the plugins. Yesterday evening the build appeared to have completed. There are a few small tweaks needed to environment variables still to be made. Once it’s fully working I’ll be able to update all the repos to use the new workflow. It’ll be awesome to have just one workflow to maintain as opposed to one in each repo.

Also hoping to write a few blog posts, though all this week’s bullying, starvation and resources restriction has left me a bit shell shocked, but also I haven’t been able to generate many new post ideas, because I’ve had to conserve power.

It would be wonderfull if you could get off the warpath and stop blocking everything I do world. Thanks, your exhausted friend, Mark. #

Well I was right about the maliciousness continuing. Two incidents one after the other this morning. First at the sandwich shop, the sandwich shop bloke getting all upset with me for no reason "Okay okay" as I asked for my sandwich, even though it was early with hardly any customers. I jokingly responded with an "okay okay okay okay", which got a bit of a laugh from sandwich bloke, somewhat suprising as that’s the first time that’s happened. Anyway the moment didn’t last long as I was immediately accused of lying by the other large sandwich woman working alongside sandwich bloke.

At the next shop, a few meters down the road, there was a largish woman already in there having a dubious chat with the shop staff. I immediately sensed something was off as soon as I entered the shop. On entering the shop bloke called either me or the woman a dog, a convenient ambiguity for him. I responded 'not at all' and entered the store. As I approached the register to pay for my item, the woman turned and held out her hand towards me, in a very bizare way I might add. She was very intent on me taking her hand. What are the chances of such an ambush literally an hour after discovering a skin reaction on my left hand ring finger?

It was a very awkward situation, eventually diffused after I smiled and politely informed the demoisel that it was far too early for a dance. She was very persistent but eventually departed. I went back to the water fountain to fill up a container with hot water. As I did so I joked that perhaps I had just had a narrow escape. On hearing the word 'escape' shop bloke’s face visibly flintched, which was weird. Made me wonder if both situations had been manufactured traps.

And in true what-are-you-doing-to-me-world, I see in today’s news now that Harris has announced that her running mate will be Tim Walz. Perhaps they will make an appearance on stricktly come dancing? Waltz also looks strangely familiar, but let’s not go down that rabbit hole today. I feel like I’ve already reached some sort of maximum synchronicity level for one morning.

How much time am I spending processing all these weird synchronicities? Way way way too much. Literally my life is being stolen from me. And what’s more, I don’t get blocked doing that, no the blocking only starts when I try to spend time on my static site generator or writing blog posts. #

Quick update on my previous note about being mutilated on my left hand ring finger, the tail end of a bullying campaign against me. As I left the cafe I spent this morning reading, writting and listening to podcasts, about 30 meters up the road someone had very liberally sprinkled what looked very much like a bag of rice all over the ground, which I had to walk over. Geez what are the chances.

I add this for completeness, knowing that it’s likely those involved actually want me to write about it, perhaps because any publicity is good publicity? I don’t know for sure, I only know that these types of things keep happening. But it’s complicated because I’ve also met some non locals here that weren’t exactly the type you would want to introduce to the family. It’s understandable that communities protect themselves, but at the same time it’s really horrible when you get caught up in this sort of thing. I absolutely just don’t want annything to do with any of it. #

I’m having to go into starvation mode, I did get gifted some food but they are doing the half portions thing again, also no drinking water, they are doing the milk thing again. Must conserve what I have and keep devices off until they allow electricity, drinking water and real food. Will likely have to stop posting from today onwards. Lots and lots of bullying atm btw. #

Not a huge amount to write this morning. I’m still dealing with the aftermath of the last bullying cycle. When everything everywhere in every dimension gets turned into an infiniti no and blamed on you, it can take days to clear. But life goes on.

I appears water and electricity are about to be cut off again. I’ll likely writeup the newsletter early again this week. I get the sense that the world is already front running that, but there isn’t anywhere else to go, because any further back and your back into the previous cycle, so the world is literally blocking itself, and blaming me of course.

I managed amongst all the yes nos yesterday to fix a few small bits of code on the reusable workflow feature, so maybe I’ll get a chance to test that later.

Life goes on. #

Well I got next week’s issue #176 written and scheduled without any major problems, but guess what as soon as I tried to do the tiniest of the tiniest amount of work on my static site generator reusable workflow feature, the world was right back at it doing it’s infiniti yes no thing again. What a suprise. #

I’ve heard and read mixed reviews of the Olympic Opening Ceremony. I didn’t watch any of it myself but I did hear that they raised the Olympic flag upside down at the ceremony. That’s a bit strange, isn’t it a sign of distress. Seriously, isn’t that what you do when you are in distress out at sea?

Let’s all remember to keep an eye out for those in distress, at all levels, from individuals all the way up to countries. The world is going through difficult times. We are ultimately all in this together.

I know I’ve written recently about France, and perhaps that could be misinterpreted. I do really hope all is well in France. Best wishes for the rest of the event. #

It certainly was another one of those days yesterday. Big time. One of the big themes was people sprinting in the opposite direction to whichever way you are walking in. Often right before I’d get both a 'you learn' followed by a 'yah'. It must have happened at least 4 times. Then when you get to where you are going you get blocked in some way. The thing you want is out of stock, and so is the backup thing. Or only two items of the thing you want are left, same with backup item. Or a combibation of these.

No matter what you do you are wrong in some way. Even if you get one of each of the main thing and the backup thing, that would cause another infiniti no! I ended up just saying 'yes no' to everything. You have to say something, and since you get blamed no matter what you do, including doing nothing, then 'yes no' seems like the least untruthful thing you can say. The problem of course is that things just get worse, I think because the hive mind is waiting on a decision from you but doesn’t get it, and so eventually everything becomes blocked in every dimension. But that was going to happen anyway, and at least this way it’s possible to not get yourself overloaded, so you can keep your cool and not get angry.

I bet none of this makes any sense. Anyway needless to say I didn’t get a whole lot done yesterday. Whenever I tried to actually do anything like write or listen to a podcast or whatever, that would get immediately blocked too. Like clockwork someone or some group of people would arrive and start being very aggregious, and no matter what you do, they are unhappy. Unhappy if you stay, unhappy if you go, unhappy if you write, unhappy if you talk, unhappy if you stay quiet. Sometimes they would earnestly say 'sorry', and just continue on their infiniti no! campaign.

This morning as I started writting this note a morning exercise cyclist in a group said 'lie' to me followed by a small laugh, like just joking. And it would be funny but I know if I find it funny then I’ll get yah'd, so my only possible response is 'yes no'.

According to Elon, heard in his latest interview with Lex Friedman, training robots at scale is a bit like conducting a very big orchestra. I think that’s likely not a bad description for humans at scale too. Some days everything is a total escallating stop start race condition mess. #

On the way to the internet place this morning, weird old humper lady was at the corner doing her humping thing. That was immediately preceded by the people that run the nearby cafe shouting 'mother' as I walked past them. Yesterday they were shouting 'learn'. There’s usually something they are warpathing. My reply to everything is still 'yes no'. That will eventually turned against me too. That’s life. #

Got a reasonable amount done today. There was a bunch of harrassment after I left the internet place this morning, including 'Pay' harrassnent. Just noting it here because that has a tendency to spread and turn into a tsunami even if it’s totally false. I of course payed for everything that I got in the shops nearby the harrassment.

Interestingly, in the shop the bloke behind the counter kept calling the receipt the bill. I politely corrected him and said it was a receipt not a bill. The shop bloke seemed very suprised, saying wow. I added that I didn’t owe him anything. It’s the second time in 2 days that I’ve had the receipt being called the bill. I guess this receipt bill false equivalence is probably being used as a pretext for more escallations. Happens quite a lot, I always assumed it was just a foreign language thing, but I’m starting to question that as it always seems to be from trickster types. #

All sorts of weird sex related bullying and harrassment the past 2 days. I’ve taken a few notes so maybe I’ll find some time to write it up. I’m aware that the Democrats have been doing the whole everything Republican is 'weird' thing, and I’m certainly not part of that, I just can’t think of another way to describe it right now. It’s all just very weird, and very little if it is cool weird, just weird weird. If I get a chance to write something, I think you’ll see what I mean.

Already some very aggressive motorbike gang stalker harrassment this morning. First a 'you learn', then a short while later a motorbike gang stalker carrying a small plastic table, aggressively shouting at me as he drove past. Yesterday morning the food vendor where I bought something kept trying to get me to sit down at a small table even after I made it clear that I wanted take away. So it might be related to that. How dare me for politely declining an asking for a takeaway!

The newsletter is already written, I just have to add a few additional podcast reviews I did since I wrote it. The world is on the warpath again, so I'll have to take it easy, then of course I'll get blamed and yah'd. They create the problems they complain about, they block the solutions they suggest, they escallate, and blame it all on me. Pretty sure it’s going to be another one of those days. #

Oh world, what are you doing to me?

It’s like there are two teams of gang stalkers. One team is constantly telling me to speed up, to go quicker, hurry up for fuck’s sake, yah. The other team is doing the exact opposite, slow the fuck down, woah, calm down, lie. So no matter what I do, everyone literally gets infinitely annoyed.

It escallates and escallates until I’m being blamed for everything. I’m not even really speaking metaphorically. Actual real life physical humans just constantly harrass me wherever I go. There are small gangs of them waiting for me all along the routes I walk. If you think it sounds crazy, let me tell you, it’s even crazier when it’s really actually happening to you. #

I’m slowly making some progress with the reusable deploy workflow feature for my static site generator. I’ve also managed to listen to a few podcasts. Got gifted some food yesterday evening, which was nice, but these events often come with strings attached, in the form of strange incidents that take up all your time. A fellow with some travel bags showed up immediately afterwards and said he was stuck like me.

I didn’t have much I could help him with, I’m also in a bad situation. I gave him a few things I could spare and a way to avoid getting lost which is all too easy once you get into places where nobody speaks any language you speak. He eventually moved on, making his own way, I wished him bestvof luck as he departed. I can’t say I fully believed his story, which I won’t share details of here, but there were several strange synchronicities with things that have happened to me in recent days.

This morning there was a police officer sitting nearby, got the feeling he was sending me a we-are-watching-you kind of message. Right afterwards, a woman who was having some kind of vague low level argument / situation a few meters away from me suddenly broke into english saying 'you won'. A lot of people have been saying that to me the past few days, followed by some form of harrassment.

I hope that doesn’t happen again today. Gonna try to get the reusable workflows feature operational, and as usual podcasts, links, blog posts. I’ve been listening to a lot of stuff about stablecoins, so I might write sonething about that as I try to wrap my head around that. I’m still confused by it. #

The weird old lady that does imaginary humping as an exercise was doing it again this morning. Just next to the brick that was left a few days ago. She’s different from the weird old lady that hangs out outside the shop. She assumes a position similar to when you are getting patted down by police, then slowly humps. It happens to be across the road from police box thing that usually has an officer inside. Along the way to the internet place lots of used tissues, and tons of empty drugs wrappers, probably from pain killer meds. Got to the internet place and some folks here were making strange sex noises as part of their apparent conversation. In parallel to this there’s been anger goading and motorbike drivebys telling me to eat noodles - ‘mi after’. Btw, remember I wrote a blog post that mentioned a fictional after party just a few days ago. Then same color bags I keep my soup bowl in were left where I stand at the internet place. So sex goading, drugs goading, food goading, and it’s not even 7am.

Hello warpath, it’s been, oh at least a day or two since the last warpath! #

Bitcoin strategic reserves are totally going to become the cool thing you need whether you are an individual, a family, an organisation, an institution, or a country. I thought it sounded cool when Trump mentioned it in his Bitcoin conference keynote, but it was Marty and Matt on Rabbit Hole Recap podcast that predicted it’s going to become a thing. I think it might too. #

I totally might be not understanding this correctly but aren’t CBDCs basically stablecoins run by the government instead of a foreign company? If that’s the case then another way of saying that is that stablecoins are CBDCs run by a foreign company. That doesn’t sound like a good idea. #