The decanter of decansion decants ; and having decanted... moves on ?

How do you say this, anyway ? I mean I get it, of decanting, like appealing. But I don't want appealing, I want appellation. How does decant do the -ion adverb, not the -ing faux verb-adverb ? Hm ?

Neways, I'm sitting here reunited with the girls. One was off doing one thing, by herself ; the other was off doing some other thing, we started together, but then I dropped her off, and continued in the taxi. So as she's taking off her other shoe, melontits lazily caressing her knees, she turns her head towards me and she's like... "did you remember to take the stuff ?!"

We had bought some shit in the joint portion of the voyage, such as cakes and quiche and ensalada de salmon con aguacate and cafes chorreadas de Limon and etcetera at the very nice cafe where we go ; and paid random girls on la calle compliments ; and looked under the skirt of the interesting portion of the teenage couple that had skipped hand in hand all the way down the street to the fuckhotel previously shown jfw, and then up the stairs. No kidding ; the common street hooker looked just like a last-year highschooler ; I'm sure she earned her cien mil or whatever it was (more like perhaps sixty, odds are). All that is perfectly safe, and all through the trip still with me, as you can well see. However other odds and ends -- a coupla mice, a half dozen mangos I lack words to describe the item, it's not a mango it's Afrodite's right tit, stuff like that. And no of fucking well course I didn't "remember" to take them, what the everloving shit is this, I've not carried a bag in a decade. What are women even for ?!

So no, they were left in the cab ; which being a random pick-me-up from the street downtown, twelve or so miles off... there's literally no way to get to him (zero doubt that he'd gladly return the loot if he could be contacted -- but he can't possibly be contacted). Had he been a local... but he wasn't a local, in little rural Centroamerican towns two different barrios might as well be a world apart, and we're talking like eight or so barrios over here, forgetaboutit.

Nobody got punished or anything in the making of this adventure, though of course she felt guilty anyways. But just as everyone's settled down... someone's honking at the gate. So I yell for the groundskeeper guy, who pops his head across from me, on the other side of the third floor. He's not by the gate, he's up here working on shit. Damn. Nicole meanwhile runs there barefoot, to encounter... the cab driver. Who, having found the stuff, drove back, of his own accord, to deliver it to its rightful owner (me). Because, I dunno how to put it in plainer or more piercing words, this is what these people do, and by direct consequence what they are. He could've eaten my fucken mangos with his girlfriend or sold my mice to the street hawkers, I'm sure, but his abuelos used to live here, and even if he doesn't know the place nor ever saw me before in his life... what the fuck, it's just not done, you understand me ? If you leave your shit in his cab he'll just bring it back, like normal fucking people (fifty or a hundred years ago). Ticos for Superior Species 2020.

But getting back to it : by consequence I'm sitting here with my girls and my delicious fresh mango drink (en leche), quite inclined to help. So let's help then, what!

jfw: diana_coman: perhaps he just says it to get an itch under my skin

Not hardly, but here's the actual story that nobody else is going to otherwise know unless I drive all the way back to deliver it myself : at t0, I asked trinque if he'd like to process this transaction via deedbot, because I figured whatever missed pointsi of the past, it might still be good -- for everyone.

At t0 + 1 hour... nothing happened.

At t0 + 2 hours... nothing happened either.

At t0 + 6 hours, or 12 hours, or twenty four hours, or you fucking name your interval, nothing the fuck happened just as much. Isn't it fabulous, this state of affairs where the only guy with, to fucking quote, exactly and for exactness,

so im sitting there in the buffet breakfast area, with two girls standing on either side ready to serve, enjoying my tomcat perch, shooting gazes at all the other dudes, "oh, joe, no suit ?" "oh moe, where's YOUR slavegirls ?" until everyone's just eating with their head bent to the degree their face and their egg are contiguous media.

go me.

TWO valets, WITH tits. a standard never before deployed in the history of feudalism. a duke might, MAYBE, get two pages, but that'd be just about it.

GO ME.

The coolest guy since, simply and literally, forever -- you don't have to "like" it, you don't have to "accept" it, nobody is giving shit one about you in this matter, reality is what it is not what fits in your gullet -- can interrupt his breakfast to answer questions as need be, within hours of their appearing, whether that need is even comprehended by anyone at all or not. That's good enough for him, but... what, it obliges ? Noblesse obliges ?! Herp.

At t0 + no less than fucking... count them with me now, does your timestamp read 2020-03-03 08:25:37.217662 like mine does ? And then the other 2020-03-07 07:21:22.589290 on your screen as well as on mine ? So what's this, four days, t0 + NINETY FIVE hours, yes ? Do you know what that gpgram contained, chiefly ? Me asking that it dun take for fucking ever like last time. How about that ?

Anyways, four days later I gave up. That's what fucking happened. I could very well not have talked to jfw at all. It seemed to me haughty not to. It's true he's new ; it's also true I know of no reason his work or effort needs to be discounted. Indeed I knew no such thing in the case of all the other great losers of this great experiment -- read mod6 from back in 2016, read phf, or alf or any and all of them. Read trinque in his youth, not even back when he was called undata, read him as early trinque, compare and contrast. What got into all of them, brainworms ? Sooner or later you will have to face the fact that who knows, maybe the Republic fucks people ? Dumbs them down ? If you compare what went in and what went out, it is inescapable -- just look at what a fucking moron Stanislav became in the past say six months. Was he always this fucking stupid ? Can you find idiocy of that caliber in his early work ? What the fuck exactly happened, then ?

These are questions you will have to face ; can't simply ignore. Sure, maybe he was just a poltroon, a spineless swallower of all things, ready to claim an unchewed agreement to anything, whatever it might be, like old maids desperate for acceptance or marriage. Then, once his sugar cube went away so went his "ideological allignment", his "opinions" (truly his) and all the rest of it. Ok, maybe. That'd be one. And maybe the other one got fucked in the ass and it changed his personality (srsly ?! this works now ?!) and the other got married and what the fuck, we're gonna sit here coming up with individually tailored explanations built of smoke and circumstances for everywhich event in a sufficiently long list ?

But, be this problem whatever it might be, we're moving on : a further seventeen hours later, one hundred and twelve hours after the initial highlight, trinque sent me something. I've no idea what it is, I've not gotten to it yet. Eventually I will perhaps ; but for now a simple observation suffices : seventeen goes into ninety-five five times and a half and change. Let's call it n instead. It makes an immense difference answering at n-1, rather than at n+1. Seventeen hours in ; or thirty-four, or even fifty-one or sixty-eight, and so on, it'd have been a thing. Too late however, is too fucking late ; and that's what it is and how it goes and what it all means.

For that matter... it's how the unravelling even started -- re-read the phf lulz and be edified.

So yes, it's true jfw's thing made Diana chuckle. There's problems, of course there are, the infrastructure was not ready, bla bla bla. Great fucking progress from 2012 onwards, what can be said. Yet that I felt like giving him his moment in what otherwise is a galactic shut-down doesn't mean now "he fucked it up". His only part here is your further humiliation : after years of "working", the situation is that if I want to use republican tools for republican goalsii it all hangs on some new guy and his thing none of you haughty idiots even tried out. How about that ? Write me fifteen hundred more of those pompously pointless "report of the foundation, gentlemen" or whatever the fuck it is you do, it'll go a long way towards... Towards what ?

And moving on : yes I'm going to give a bundle of Bitcoin to a bunch of people who've been shamelessly sitting on their asses, watching how the rest of you busted your humps and broke your hands and broke your necks and got enough humiliation to last you a lifetime for it all. The old point's not lost -- for all his failure to n-1 rather than n+1 trinque still stands way the fuck taller than some cocksucker who "worked" for Okcupid all these years, or whatever dumb, shamefully dumb shit in that vein. So no, they're not going to get "the best there is", because fuck them, they've sat on their hands rather than make that best exist. They'll get "industry standard", they're not fucking special, a webwallet's good enough for alooftards with "options" and etceteras.

I hope it's all clear now ; but if it is or if it isn't -- my mango's gone.

———Remember when I said, literally and to the very letter,

mp_en_viaje http://logs.ossasepia.com/log/trilema/2019-10-21#1947260

Saturday, 14 March, Year 12 d.Tr.