June 22

9:14 Anybody ever but me grows tired about their BS? They say a black hole in itself cannot be visible because no radiation can escape the "event horizon" surrounding it or the point or better said circular surface surrounding it from where matter or radiation cannot escape back into space anymore but they are visible because of the 'glowing gas" that gets accelerated towards it. Ok then why this image shows it as a ring? Shouldn't be glowing gas all around it?
Yeah ok maybe the gas descends in a spiral pattern an enter in some points only.

9:42 Morning hole. I was writing the above and i started to sneeze like crazy. I went to pick a couple of items from the locker and after a few steps i realized i can't walk because of dizziness. It was a struggle to get there and back, keep balance, move my legs one after other, catch my breath.

When i came with the packs i saw an area uneven under the deck. I stuck my fingers in it and under a half inch of permeable layer of dry soil there was a deep hole. Brought some fresh soil from a fresh mound and plugged it. Opened two doors but i still feel the smell of something burning like maybe cayenne peppers on a barbecue grill? At this hour?

12:50 Four kids between 5 and 10 came like 25 ft away from my windows. Two of them threw on the ground, one was eating and one was waving a phone. The second i started this paragraph they left.

1:42 Got it. The black hole spins and atracts gas and planets and stars whatever on a spiraled disk pattern, so if you look at it from a point of view perpendicular to the disk, you may see black in the center. However, how could they've taken a picture of the black hole in the center of our galaxy and the picture came with a whole in the middle since the whole galaxy turns into a spiraled disk pattern around it at (and it's shown solid yellow from that point of view)?

June 21

10:00 Sorin

10:19 Wanted to leave. As soon as i stepped out of the door, a siren went off like so many times before. Maybe up to 1/4 of the times i leave. I know the hospital is nearby but how come they only sound when they get close. And only when i close the door to leave. Never hear those while i stay here.

11:45 I came from my walk and open the sliding door and they came.

2:02 For some reason i neglected to restrart the filter after i unplugged, a reason i can't remember. And i had the door opened anyways. A pungent smell resembling smoke, shortness of breath and dizziness made me leave. First thought to take the truck and go to the "garden". Then i realized it's Wedndesday and i won't found a spot, tomorrow is Thursday, a number of spots that say No park on Thursday need to be emptied and there competition on the remaining ones.

So i just started to walk and then i realized how sick i was. But i was walking in Hospital's direction which was a good coincidence. Though i heard stories of people who died in hospital's parking lot because they did not call the emergency number.

However after about 10 minutes i started to feel better and fill my lungs full with oxygen. As i reached ER, i decided to turn around (already done my 3 miles today).

So i came back and was thinking. What could have caused it. Here are the possibilities. New moles activity. The moles, my friends, did not cause many problems later, especially after i poured oven cleaner in the holes near the buildings. However when i left i saw mounds a bit further, in the direction of the wind.

I wrote many times before about kallikreins and how the moles are actually farming the land. Moles' kallikreins have evolved to the point are poisonous to at least worms that wonder in moles' gallery. My theory is that moles do not chase worms, but once they wonder in, a gallery they become lethargic, mindless and crawl by themselves in some pouches in the ground where they wait to be eaten.

In other words, zombification. Lethargic but alive for months, to be eaten when convenient.  Could be at the source of Egyptian mummification tradition and even model for pyramids (or a late misinterpretation). Egyptian bandages are reminding of earthworms' rings. Could be a tool in masons' toolbox.

(2:19 Just saw a scene outside, a woman dressed in a summer dress came with a dog and dragged it as it was peeing or pooing, in which case will release a large amount of anal liquid, because of being stressed)

But if the farming theory is true, it means that kallikreins inside galleries are in aerosol form and if for some reason they get out (like vibration of the air by big unruffled exhausts), they could spread in the air and on a certain area around the holes the air would be poisonous. Maybe where the gassing obsession comes to the today's descendants of ancient Egyptians.

There is a justification, if not a reason for it. If those aerosols would kill an already old and sick small animal after sedating it, it means it would die on site and help fertilize the farm.

As i was coming back from my second, shorter walk, i met with the little Buddha with the white dog. I passed him and went at the stairs and started to search frantically for the keys. Cause i put them again in the outside pocket of my jacket and i was holding the jacket on my shoulder and got scared i lost them again. When i looked back, the man was one meter behind me probably because "the dog dragged him".

10:00 Finished doing a number of things at my car. Little things. First, the nut at the manifold. I put some WD40 on it thinking to take it apart, clean it and torque it. But when i tried, it was hard to loosen. It finally stayed there after i torqued it to specs. Too bad cause i already put WD40. So i took it out, cleaned the hard to reach bolt using many cotton swabs with alcohol. When i got tired of it i took some pictures (i lost my mirror) just to see if there's any residue from the swabs. There was. It took me a couple of hours to do this job i didn't need to since it was holding. Whatever.

Then the transmission cap. There was this video online showing i need to file the cap in order to take it out. But they were comments below the video saying no, it comes at an angle. Then i found another video saying a similar thing.

Today i got ready to go and file a little on the side of the cap as shown in video. However when i tried it just came out. That video was the cause of me postponing changing transmission fluid from 70k to 100. Even bought the fluid and everything. When you look at it you think it won't come out but it did easily. Fixed a few minor things, dusted everywhere i could reach and next time i will change the fluid.

I noticed there's oil on the cap and transmission next to the contact from a spill i've done myself when i chaned oil. I think i should try and clean again those contacts.

When i was emptying the catch can and getting ready to finish there was this guy who came to me threatening in ways similar to last time.

June 20

12:30 Last night i decided to take Angela's advice and watch another movie or two on Netflix. Was browsing the titles, with Expanse in mind, when i saw a title, something about UFOs and clicked on it just to see what it was. It's a new documentary about professional UFO hunters, (non)disclosures, interviews with abductees and implantees, things i heard (On Coast to Coast) but haven't seen before.

Guys like the owner of a big aerospace company that believe in UFOs and spent large amounts of money on the subject. The hypothesis of crashes and reverse engineering (where do we got all the chip technology from).

But there was one thing that caught my eye (better said ear) during the interviews. Someone said that CIA was created because of the Russ, well, incident. Can't find anything right now with searches to confirm. However the chronology seems right. CIA was created in September, 3 months after Roswell which occurred in July 1947. But there's more. CIA seal.

12:54 My internet is taking a break right now.

12:56 Back online. Edelweiss. Reno Arch. Nevada, Area 51.

Sia. Reno flooded with meth. I am awake.


Isten. Szia.

Sciantology Cross.

4:02 The fridge was empty, i only had one bag with frozen battered fish and some potatoes. Perfect, i said to myself. Fish and chips. I took the deep frier in the balcony, i poured half pound of oil i keep in a jar for frying fish in the pan. When i went to fry the chips the German Shepard which looks like a retired Police dog that supervises the area between buildings from the height of the upstairs balcony was barking all the time. Fried two loads of chips and came inside for the fis.

When i started to eat, kids came and started to yell at the balcony of the one level building. Was about done but sill eating, i went outside to bring first the chair i was sitting and the one dressed in bright red jacket ran. One minute later i went to pick the frier, the other one ran too.

June 19

2:10 One more push for Angela's vacation. With four hours of sleep i decide to drive the 108x2 miles to Indian Head. 4 hours drive in total.

But before that i found the strength to put the torque wrench on that nut. Guess what. It was torqued over 27 (should be between 25 and 30) by me with a 6 inch ratchet the night before.

Given the low temperature i pumped a couple of more psi in each wheel. But nothing was going to prepare me for what was about to follow. Heavy rain when i left 205 towards Boring with a bit of hail. The car was literally held by the water on the streets. Gas mileage for the whole trip averaged 37.5 on the instant average indicator.

Got there only to see a multitude of scenes waiting for us. But after a few drinks i started to ignore those.

One example though. A not very big yellow dog, maybe stray, though kinda groomed, very smart was staring at the people entering the casino. Then it tried to prevent Angela from getting out but then moved when she asked him to. Then, very decided, not letting self influenced by the people around, walked with his head straight in the air not looking right or left, towards the gas station. I think it could have been a coydog.

Checked the exhaust nut one more time, the torque wrench clicked and the nut didn't move. Checked it one more time when we left the first time. Still there. Then in our way back we went to get gas from the station on top of the hill where that dog walked hours earlier. Cheapest around, as cheap as at the Spirit Mountain, 25 to 50 cents per gallon cheaper than other stations. Both unattended though at Spirit Mt the convenience store is open all night.

I knew for a long time all the nozzles at that station were broken. Some more than others. Which means the little metal stopper don't stay in place and you have to hold the nozzle squeezed with your hand to get gas. But was still feeling the little hydraulic shock in the end when gas level in the pipe was reaching the nozzle. 

Not this time. I was staring at the numbers of the screen and at past 7 gallons i heard with my trained musical ear the gurgling sound of normal filling turned into a higher pitch and more quiet hissing. Enough for me to turn my head and see gas flowing from the fuel port onto the car, wheel and on the ground. 1 second worth of it or about 0.1 gallons that made on the concrete a puddle of about 1x2 ft.

I spent next half hour trying to explain Angela why we shouldn't leave until it dries out. To prevent any car getting with a hot engine on top of that puddle and vaporize more of it. A car that might have had a broken exhaust or something else that may ignite it. Then i saw they were biggers stains from previous puddles under my puddle and at other pumps too.

Then we left and then we turned around, passed the station and spent half more hour in the casino, just to make sure.

Then we left the second time, at 12:42, didn't check the nut anymore and about 5 minutes later, i was still driving under speed limit, because i didn't feel like accelerating, especially uphill when i saw a coyote, this time real, walking from the opposite direction on the narrow shoulder next to my lane. Never seen an animal so scared in my life. The whole body was contorted like a fish in a sac following the head which was locking from a side at us. It was like he was fighting an invisible force that was pushing him towards the lane. I didn't do anything not to scare it further. So we passed each other with no other incident.

On top of Mt. Hood temperature was 33 degrees and rain turned to snow started to stick on the asphalt.

When we got in Sandy some 30 miles away from home i felt the smell of exhaust, Angela had a headache, i pulled next to the window of a convenience store and put the torqued wrench set at 27 on the nut and it moved like 1/8 of a turn before it clicked. On the other side of the window a tall  blond hairy guy dressed scantily was arranging stuff in the store. Me bent over the engine all the way to the back of it.

Soon enough the smell of exhaust was gone and we started to feel the smell of gas that poured 2 hours before on the car and left rear wheel.

Here is my fresh puddle on the left on top of the larger ones that cover the whole concrete area.

My puddle, almost dried, not long before we left.

5:40 Angela went to bed, sprinklers started, the kids got excited and started to yell.

Can't describe how many times in the last week they again tried to hit me from behind. Just the last one. Just before Staford exit here near Tualatin. There are about 10 miles with increased speed to 65 on 205, before joining I5. I was going 75 and a Christmas tree (that's how i call semis with many decorating lights on them) was closing in from behind. A couple of smaller vehicles maybe a van and an SUV were both blinding me in the side mirrors. I slowed down but still above speed limit thinking to let them pass an suddenly i saw the Christmass tree behind me and accelerated and then i took the exit (the shortcut).

Here is an example on how Washington State Patrol dealt with the accident 2 years ago. He was asking questions like he was suspecting of me  faking it to get insurance money.  Never started a hit and run investigation or examined the video from poles on the freeway. I wrote more about in other posts, back then i was not that careful in adding links between those, i can't find those right now, have other priorities, i wrote emails to them trying to get the videos from the cameras with no success. Then the kafkian maze of bureaucracy with the insurance, buying and fixing another totaled car (all i could afford) made me forget everything.

Weeks before, there was an accident here in the parking lot, with probably a demolition derby truck hitting two cars, one of them like mine. A warning? A threat?

June 18

12:14 China

12:14 I was feeling guilty for not being able to sleep in Reno and ruin Angela's vacation. Trying to compensate, i searched on the map for casinos closer to home and found a huge one near Seattle. Muckleshoot Casino, "biggest in Northwest" with 3000 machines, at about 169 miles from here. We decided to cut the distance in two and stop at Lucky Eagle.

I tightened the bolt at the manifold and got in the car. But on the freeway. Everybody was taking a pass at me. Literally. Passing on the right at high speed, but especially tailgating. How many times did i have to get out of the way of big SUVs coming from behind (now i'm afraid, after the accident) at speeds faster than speed limit +10. The usual congestion before the bridge. The same trend after i started the blog with similarities in 2018 only more intense every time. Newest, semis speeding and passing cars and other semis.

But once in the State of Washington. While getting closer to exit 88, i started to feel sick. Soon i discovered the source. I've been driving behind a "classic car" for many minutes, that finally exited. Then i discovered other vehicles, like a Chevy truck from 70s, others that i passed one by one. Last one was a Japanese driver. Fighting to stay alert and on the road during the last 20 miles because smoke was getting me dizzy.

Deja vu. Lately it always happens in the State of Washington. Every time i hope it will be the last time, but they never stop. Also tailgating drivers simulate they are just bad drivers, continuing to tailgate at less than half second distance the next driver after me getting out of the way. But they are simply too many for me to believe that, basically one after another. Many are leading a line of several tailgating drivers, pretending are pushed from behind. But lately most of them have tinted windows so i can't see who they are when they pass.

One guy with a silver BMW going only 1 or 2 mph more than the rest was shoving all the cars in his way.
 
Some five miles to destination me driving in the second lane i saw a State Patrol vehicle (i think, did not see the mark) on the shoulder, flashing red and blue lights behind a stopped one. So i tried to slow down though they were coming like a herd of raging buffaloes from behind. Slowed at 70 (the legal limit) and still breaking, a white vehicle i think a VW almost hit me with its rear left side while trying to get in front of me from the first lane "trying to clear the lane near the shoulder", in the last possible moment or maybe after.

Had to further hit the brakes and let him pass in front of me to avoid collision. I now believe that after they were tailgating all the way they were now trying to demonstrate on a State Patrol vehicle camera it was me i was tailgating. Then after he merged in front of me within a second or two another huge white SUV came from behind real fast as now i was now going under speed limit as per drivers' manual and i had to accelerate real hard to get away. At the wheel a driver which at first seem Latino, but when i looked better i thought he was Japanese as well.

They were few empty spots in the pretty big parking lot at Lucky Eagle. First one i found was near a huge red truck (symbolism, later it moved away and was replaced with a smaller bright red car). Like usually i had a couple of drinks in the car and went in the casino. There i saw this Indian looking guy, with round face and long black almost blue hair, parading.

Then i went back in the car, with the soda paper cup in my hands, poured some more rum in it (i love rum and cola) and suddenly got very sleepy, i think i went back in the casino, could not fight it and went back in the car and slept for two hours. The Zyrtec i said to myself, but i believe the exhaust from the road was a factor, from driving behind smoking vehicles most of the way. When i woke up i saw through the tinted windows him sitting in a car besides me and checking his phone. Later when Angela came, a girl like 14, emerged from the roof top.

Angela came in the car and i started to drive towards Muckleshoot. Same tailgating story, only on the narrower lanes in the (sub)urban maze in south Seattle. I was telling Angela. This looks like San Francisco or LA.

From the distance i saw the fireworks near the casino. After finding a spot, i parked and went inside. First machines at the entrance, the most boring kind. As we advanced, we found the good ones only at the "bottom of it". Too many machines of the same kind packed together and i never seen machines so greedy. In an hour or so Angela lost 200 bucks (i helped with 40) or all her money. The casino at first seemed full of Asians, later some white people showed, while we were in the last room and spent our last money.

The interesting part. There was a live band with i think with Chinese instrument players and an American maybe looking girl at vocals and they were playing a Romanian song. Could have been herself, i don't know, i only looked from a distance and i again had a few drinks in the car. Nevermind, the lead guitarist (bottom right) only looks Chinese.

So we got cleaned and left in a couple hour or so. Direction. Red Winds, some 39 miles away, south from Seattle. Outside the fireworks were still on, more than one hour after we came. At Red Winds, i was so tired i could barely walk and barely speak in any language when Angela won a 1250 jackpot at a "Black Diamonds" game.

Amounts over 1000 have to be taxed and payed by an attendant but it took him more than half hour to come with the money. I started to get worried and tried to start the phone to take a picture and i realized the phone was just starting by itself in my pocket, but the unused phone malfunctioned (could not bring up the camera app). So i went in the car to grab the camera.

Outside i saw two Nisqually Police SUVs (and one car?) parked at the entrance. Got back with the camera, in the meantime Angela got her money (1060 after federal tax) and was fretting thinking she gave him only 20 dollars tip. She told me a woman came and asked her money "because she hit the jackpot" and she gave her 5 dollars. The win cover our losses for the "vacation". (But not the bitter taste).

Heading for the restroom and soda machine. While there with the soda cups in my hands the two cops passed, maybe like trying to warn me. Last time i was there i drank some coffee that tasted weird but now i don't believe anymore it had something in it. Could have been just very diluted coffee made with tap water. Though it's very easy to mess with it since the carafes with coffee which i think are not locked or something.

(The problem is here in the wall above the dryers vents around the corner. Especially when the fridge next to it starts it all start to stink like dog poop and of course the poops left outside, not so many lately). 

So i checked again the nut at the exhaust, very little loose, we left and behind me of course a guy with one single headlight tailgating as i was not able to go past speed limit because of being so tired. At a certain moment i saw a second lane on the right, tried to veer off his way only to see a deer grazing next to it so i just hit the brakes and went back in the lane where i was. He slowed accordingly (good thing he didn't hit me). Since he continued, at the first "roundabout" which nowadays abound in the State of Washington, i went 360 degrees, like in a merry go round and let him pass.

On the freeway. Again when i entered a guy tailgating and one occupying the first lane where i wanted to merge though at 2 AM the highway was deserted. Many people entering exactly when us passing which seems so weird on a empty freeway.

People passing on the right, a long time (minutes), to exit faster (i always set my cruise control on speed limit +9). I told Angela to look for a rest area, we missed the first one. Found one on gps 39 miles away. Too far (my laptop is playing tricks with cursor jumping all over). So i pulled in the first exit with services after about 25 miles on the way and slept one hour in a parking lot next to a Chevron gas station.

Same hell after i re-started driving back home. The mileage was not stellar, around 39, because of tire pressure going from 39 psi at 80 degrees during my trip to Reno to 35 at 50. Voltage at the plug stayed 14.4. Here in Tualatin Angela went to deposit the money at the bank (to pay bills of course) and then we went at McDonalds we knew was open to get some breakfast. At the window a woman who looked again like Frankie Adams. The nut on the exhaust was loose a hair only. Got to finally find the inner strength and tight it to specs.

Slept four hours and wrote this in about 2.