MiniGame (S.MG), April 2016 Statement
S.MG incoming and outgoing
Incoming
Outgoing
Description
Value
Description
Value
Copper sale
0
Game server
1.17415952
Loot pool provisioning
0.0i
Total
0.00000000
Total
1.17415952
S.MG assets
Account
01.04.2016
Net change
30.04.2016
Cash
8`476.29608664
1.17415952
8`475.12192712
Tangibles
269.28815520
0.18188796ii
269.10626724
Intangibles and goodwill
69.167449967
0.18188796
69.349337927
Total assets
8`813.57753228
S.MG liabilities
Account
01.04.2016
Net change
30.04.2016
Player holdingsiii
38.59604181
0.54798936iv
38.04805245
Shareholder equity
8`776.15564999
0.62617016
8775.52947983
Total liabilities
8`813.57753228
S.MG has a total of 88`096`605 authorised shares outstanding. The shareholder equity per share implied value is thus 0.00009956 BTC.
S.MG has Special Stock Warrants outstanding, as follows :
#
Fingerprint
Shares
BTC
Par
1
6160E1CAC8A3C52966FD76998A736F0E2FB7B452
88`096`605
8`809.6605
1
3
5015BD3D0AE659C8B8632F31CF2950F23C844002
192`307
25
1.3
4
E72DCCB73A5E06694C5CD781D5196EE6390F999E
10`000
1
1
5
BBB0A99950037551F533850A677ABD62D0AEE7D7
10`000
1
1
6
E72DCCB73A5E06694C5CD781D5196EE6390F999E
170`000
17
1
7
E72DCCB73A5E06694C5CD781D5196EE6390F999E
250`000
25
1
8
E72DCCB73A5E06694C5CD781D5196EE6390F999E
250`000
25
1
T
88`978`912
8`903.6605
1.00065
Provisional statement, will be considered accepted within 24 hours. Make any observations or corrections below.
Miscellaneous
Let's go through some historical retention data, more for future reference than anything.
Player Retention. Overall time in game logged in by characters created in the given quarter.v
Quarter
>3m
>30m
>2h
>10h
>32h
>64h
>128h
>256h
2015 Q2
13
13
12
8
7
6
6
6
2015 Q3
7
6
5
2
1
0
0
0
2015 Q4
4
4
2
2
2
2
2
2
2016 Q1
4
4
3
2
1
1
0
0
2016 Q2
2
2
1
1
1
0
0
0
And now let's look at daily averaged VW/svi :
The total value is about 1.5 bn ECu, which over the interval (starting mid-July 2015) comes to about 60vii ECu/second as an overall average.
———Note that we intend to commit substantial resources to this line in the coming months. [↩]This could have been a lot worse, considering this month we had the largest pop in history - 362 Multifunctional Samovars worth about 50 million ECu. [↩]The nominal (ie, what merchant pays) of all owned items plus cash held. The value of skills is nominally 0. [↩]The players managed to nominally lose money even though they made gains through playing chiefly on the account of the very successful official auction, which yielded 82 mn ECu for S.MG at an average mark-up of 420% (meaning - 76.2% of that 82 mn ECu, ie about 62.47 mn ECu or 0.62476190 BTC went straight into our coffers). There's another one scheduled for May. Note that the mark-up on these auctions is established entirely by players, and in a sense can be regarded as a proxy for the health of the game economy, and by extension, society. [↩]To form your own idea as to the idiocy of the original Planeshift team : compare the code for the table as found below with the code the native administration package uses to render the same data. You will have to take my word that this is a fair selection, representative of the level of conceptual confusion and deep misunderstanding of the structure and structuring of things big and small, abstract or concrete exhibited by the derps in question ; or otherwise you could ask diana_coman. [↩]The core of Eulora, as the core of any fulfilling, enjoyable or interesting activity humans ever did or evere will engage in, is the expenditure of known resources for unknown returns. This VolksWagen - by its nature a kin of energy - can also be put in terms of power, for instance as here by taking a day's total W and dividing it by that day's seconds, resulting in a ... VolksWagen per second. More or less, anyway. [↩]To give people with in-game experience some idea : a Chetty Stick takes ~7 minutes to fire (depending on skill) and decays 20`000 ECu. This means that firing one stick adds ~47 VW/s to the average of those 7 minutes, and about a quarter ECu to the day's VW/s average. Overcrafting one Doubtful Tome (bv 88`462 ECu), with a blueprint of quality 107, the bundle at quality 247 and the end product at quality 172 means that for about half hour's labour (depending on skill) you add 8`846 * 1.07 + 88`462 * (2.47 - 1.72) + 2`172 + 211 = 78194.72 ECu in total, ie ~43 ECu/s to that half hour's averages or 0.90 to the day's. Without belabouring the math, 60 ECu/s in daily averages comes to something like 250 Chetty Sticks burned by players that day, or a coupla Remarkable claims mined or such heavy business.
Note that a maximum VW/s can't be calculated in the absolute sense, as players can (and do!) regulate its aperture through the overcraft they choose (because the same item takes the same time to process, based on its base value and the player's skill, independently of the OC involved and therefore larger OC drop means larger VW/s thoroughput), but nevertheless can be estimated at around a maximum of 40 to maybe 80 or 100 ECu/s per active player as the game currently stands. Exceptions are possible, but as per the law of averages not likely. This laterally means that currently a player can not risk in excess of about 8ish million ECu in any given day no matter what he does (with the obvious exception of engaging in trade - buying expensive items doesn't take nearly as long as all that). Since we enforce a one account per player policy, this sort of capping is not tenable on the long term - and the higher powered players are visibly pushing against it as it is. Currently increased skill allows the player some respite from this, and a tendency to bankroll and direct new players perhaps even more so . In the future improved tools as well as the ability to hire NPCs to do work for one (after buying a house and properly furnishing it for the purpose) will provide further escape valves. [↩]
« Qntra (S.QNTR) April 2016 Statement
Mr. Right »
Category: S.MG
Wednesday, 04 May, Year 8 d.Tr.
MiniGame (S.MG), May 2016 Statement
S.MG incoming and outgoing
Incoming
Outgoing
Description
Value
Description
Value
Copper sale
11.0
Game server
1.17415952
Loot pool provisioning
50.0
Total
11.00000000
Total
51.17415952
S.MG assets
Account
01.05.2016
Net change
31.05.2016
Cash
8`475.12192712
40.17415952
8`434.9477676
Tangibles
269.10626724
49.77064306
318.87691030
Intangibles and goodwill
69.349337927
0.22935694
69.578694867
Total assets
8`823.403372767
S.MG liabilities
Account
01.05.2016
Net change
31.05.2016
Player holdingsi
38.04805245
9.71564715ii
47.76369960
Shareholder equity
8`775.52947983
0.110193337
8`775.639673167
Total liabilities
8`823.403372767
S.MG has a total of 88`096`605 authorised shares outstanding. The shareholder equity per share implied value is thus 0.00010015 BTC.
S.MG has Special Stock Warrants outstanding, as follows :
#
Fingerprint
Shares
BTC
Par
1
6160E1CAC8A3C52966FD76998A736F0E2FB7B452
88`096`605
8`809.6605
1
3
5015BD3D0AE659C8B8632F31CF2950F23C844002
192`307
25
1.3
4
E72DCCB73A5E06694C5CD781D5196EE6390F999E
10`000
1
1
5
BBB0A99950037551F533850A677ABD62D0AEE7D7
10`000
1
1
6
E72DCCB73A5E06694C5CD781D5196EE6390F999E
170`000
17
1
7
E72DCCB73A5E06694C5CD781D5196EE6390F999E
250`000
25
1
8
E72DCCB73A5E06694C5CD781D5196EE6390F999E
250`000
25
1
9
E72DCCB73A5E06694C5CD781D5196EE6390F999E
250`000
25
1
10
EA0FAD90985B3025576A5061454B0FC0BC07B87E
70`000
7
1
T
89`298`912
8`935.6605
1.00065
Provisional statement, will be considered accepted within 24 hours. Make any observations or corrections below.
Miscellaneous
MPOE-PR aka hanbot retained to do marketing for S.MG ; we're working on a large scale project derived from discussion around The Eulora Millenium of Code Challenge.
Server and graphics work continues ; it's a slow, difficult process but nevertheless a lot of wunderbar items in the hopper.
Macroeconomically & financially Eulora just expanded a hefty 25.5% mom in "hard cash" / foreign reserve denominated terms, and probably 1-200% more on top of that on account of price reallignment driven by blueprint scarcity and other complexities in the supply chains. It is the single largest expansion to date, and signals quite strongly very promising fundamentals.
2016 should be a pretty good year for Eulora all told.
———The nominal (ie, what merchant pays) of all owned items plus cash held. The value of skills is nominally 0. [↩]May auction sucked 62 mn ECu (0.62 BTC) out of the player's coffers. [↩]
« Aveam niste case...
My prophet and his fascinating prophecies »
Category: S.MG
Tuesday, 07 June, Year 8 d.Tr.
Minigame is probably never going to support Python 3.
Here's the relevant bit of the devlog :
diana_coman I would have to look into 2.78a to see what they claim to do there and whether any of it might help with the cal3d export part; basically from a strictly Blender point of view I worked with a whole set of versions from 2.4 to 2.7 and I would say 2.67 is fine in there; what you might want to test first however before choosing one version is how the different exporters behave if you want to try use/adapt an existing exporter. Basically different exporters work to different degrees with different versions - making it all a huge headache; cutting this short I would rather just stick to 2.71 and develop an exporter for that (it has a baking API which I'm not sure is in 2.67 as well). For fuck's sake they list "Python APIs changes" as FEATURE, arrgh.
mircea_popescu Heh. Are they on 3.x yet ?
diana_coman I think latest Blender shouts for Python 3 ONLY, yeah.
mircea_popescu Heh. I'm not terribly sure Python 3 has any sort of future. It seems altogether unable to muster specific support in TMSR, and the Open Sores movement is running out of steam.
shinohai I still prefer 2.7 to be honest.
mircea_popescu actually their statement is so lulzy it's worth quoting.
Short version: Python 2.x is legacy, Python 3.x is the present and future of the language
Python 3.0 was released in 2008. The final 2.x version 2.7 release came out in mid-2010, with a statement of extended support for this end-of-life release. The 2.x branch will see no new major releases after that. 3.x is under active development and has already seen over five years of stable releases, including version 3.3 in 2012, 3.4 in 2014, and 3.5 in 2015. This means that all recent standard library improvements, for example, are only available by default in Python 3.x.
Guido van Rossum (the original creator of the Python language) decided to clean up Python 2.x properly, with less regard for backwards compatibility than is the case for new releases in the 2.x range. The most drastic improvement is the better Unicode support (with all text strings being Unicode by default) as well as saner bytes/Unicode separation.
Besides, several aspects of the core language (such as print and exec being statements, integers using floor division) have been adjusted to be easier for newcomers to learn
So basically, "it is the present (delusionally) and future (hopefully) of the language because it has more Unicode crapi and it's easier for noobies." Good luck have fun, if your focus is new people that means you're an altcoin and get lostii. Meanwhile 2 branch is FINALLY stable. I have no fucking idea what they must be drinking to imagine "more releases" is a selling point, but whatever it is, they're guzzling it down.
diana_coman Several aspects of the core language (such as print and exec being statements, integers using floor division) have been adjusted to be easier for newcomers to learn " <- eurgh, so now core aspects are decided based on what is "easy" for newcomers, way to go. Guess that might be a cutting point re Blender versions then. Basically whatever Blender version is the last to work on Python 2.x and we'll make it work with that - it's anyway more reasonable than to import whatever new python mess.
mircea_popescu Pretty much. I can't imagine better news than "we finally took the creative gnats away, branch is finally stable". Hallelujah.
This discussion covers in-house software, yes, but not legacy software. On the contrary, it's the development plan for the future, a future which very pointedly leaves no space for Python 3. Discuss.
———It should probably be noted that Unicode support is not seriously entertained by the Republic, which means that it isn't the future of anything. [↩]Elitism means something. [↩]
« The conundrums of the contemporaneous financier
Unicode is fucking stupid - the definitive article. »
Category: Meta psihoza
Monday, 28 November, Year 8 d.Tr.
Millennial problems.
I've had people scour the interwebs looking for "what do those idiotsi even understand of money ???". Unlike the idiots in question, my people deliver. Pars pro toto :
I'm not going to try and explain this. Much like humour, idiocy of the socially-supported sort is something you either see or else are drowning in. But provided you don't need it explained, do note that the idiot is actually aware he's failing all the time. It's not that the shared hallucination actually protects him from this realisation. It's true that the shared hallucination supports his bizarre misdirection of the source towards the outside, as if his insufficiency, inadequacy and fundamental state of doom is something to be tweaked away, as if he's one bulleted list, one diet and one "weird trick" away from no longer being insufficient, inadequate and fundamentally doomed. The lamb with a hairdo reading a self-help guide a week before Easter, Prikoke with Engels under one arm and Ziggler under the other, a Hiroshima woman protecting herself from the light in the sky with a silken umbrella carrying the all-important symbols for "wealth" and "good fortune" caligraphed expertly on its surface. Facing away.
The margins of the range are on plain display, evident to anyone but the "free"ranged. Really, seriously, honestly, "grappling, lifting, real estate, writing, etc" ? These aren't the same sorts of things, to begin with. That they ended up in an enumeration (WETHEPEOPLE BIKE CO. BMX bike ; Vespa LX50 moped ; cars ; spaceships) already indicates a certain narrowness of acquaintance with the world surroundentii. But that they're randomly culled into an enumeration that doesn't even have any sort of filumiii speaks loudly to inability - genetic, structural, objective. This herbivore will never be a human - not anymore than any other herbivore, and certainly not before Afanti will teach the potentate's donkey speech.iv
As the Gypsy woman famously inquired, "do we wash it or do we make another ?". In this case, the retort is necessarily that you must make another - no river and no soap will ever wash these ones.
———Yes, if you were born cca 1990s you're part of a demographic that's the first interpretation my people put on my saying "those idiots". Congrats! [↩]Would it be "the world surroundent" or "the world surroundant" ? If you pick the wrong vowel, that's error predicated on unfamiliarity ; but if you don't even comprehend the meaning of the question, you're simply illiterate - no longuer a quantitative matter, but qualitative. Which is to say : no amount of practice will allow you to fix your inadequacy on the present bases. [↩]Really, real estate and writing ? This shows that you've read nothing ; and built nothing. Nor ever will. [↩]Do you know that story ? Let's recount.
Nasreddin was truly and utterly poor, his house barer than his cupboard. One day, Nasreddin's wife had enough of her life and told him that he must go out, and bring something, lest they both die. So Nasreddin went out, and walked around for a long while, until eventually tired feet and grumbling stomach taught him the wonderous intricacies of courtship, and so, happening upon a rich man with an even richerly dressed donkey, begun to heap praise on the animal in the hope of making something of it.
His praise evidently well received by the potentate, Nasreddin dared to test his chord, and asked if such a visibly talented donkey also speaks ? And to the owner's puzzled retort he explained that indeed some donkeys can be taught to speak, as he has heard from other wise men in other lands ; and then upon the rich man's insistence agreed to take the animal in for purpose of study and vocalisation, under the understanding that the ordeal will take a year, and the reward will be paid upfront.
Without delay the donkey was sent to Nasreddin's house, along with its precious covers and dedicated solid brass trough, and other amenties ; Nasreddin went to the tavern and for the first time in many months ate well and drank better. Towards nightfall he made his way home, where the very worried woman that had seen her husband leave to abate starvation and then all manner of valuable, rare and precious matter come by itself into the house, was awaiting him awake.
So she inquired what had transpired, and he told her the whole story. In her desperation she tried to find some way to undo the deed, but in his wisdom he reassured her : a year's a long time, who knows what may happen ? Maybe the donkey learns to talk ; or maybe the owner dies ; or God knows what else. [↩]
« Two shits
How to correctly value forked chains ? »
Category: Rautati si Mizerii
Monday, 25 July, Year 8 d.Tr.
Millennial problems.
I've had people scour the interwebs looking for "what do those idiotsi even understand of money ???". Unlike the idiots in question, my people deliver. Pars pro toto :
I'm not going to try and explain this. Much like humour, idiocy of the socially-supported sort is something you either see or else are drowning in. But provided you don't need it explained, do note that the idiot is actually aware he's failing all the time. It's not that the shared hallucination actually protects him from this realisation. It's true that the shared hallucination supports his bizarre misdirection of the source towards the outside, as if his insufficiency, inadequacy and fundamental state of doom is something to be tweaked away, as if he's one bulleted list, one diet and one "weird trick" away from no longer being insufficient, inadequate and fundamentally doomed. The lamb with a hairdo reading a self-help guide a week before Easter, Prikoke with Engels under one arm and Ziggler under the other, a Hiroshima woman protecting herself from the light in the sky with a silken umbrella carrying the all-important symbols for "wealth" and "good fortune" caligraphed expertly on its surface. Facing away.
The margins of the range are on plain display, evident to anyone but the "free"ranged. Really, seriously, honestly, "grappling, lifting, real estate, writing, etc" ? These aren't the same sorts of things, to begin with. That they ended up in an enumeration (WETHEPEOPLE BIKE CO. BMX bike ; Vespa LX50 moped ; cars ; spaceships) already indicates a certain narrowness of acquaintance with the world surroundentii. But that they're randomly culled into an enumeration that doesn't even have any sort of filumiii speaks loudly to inability - genetic, structural, objective. This herbivore will never be a human - not anymore than any other herbivore, and certainly not before Afanti will teach the potentate's donkey speech.iv
As the Gypsy woman famously inquired, "do we wash it or do we make another ?". In this case, the retort is necessarily that you must make another - no river and no soap will ever wash these ones.
———Yes, if you were born cca 1990s you're part of a demographic that's the first interpretation my people put on my saying "those idiots". Congrats! [↩]Would it be "the world surroundent" or "the world surroundant" ? If you pick the wrong vowel, that's error predicated on unfamiliarity ; but if you don't even comprehend the meaning of the question, you're simply illiterate - no longuer a quantitative matter, but qualitative. Which is to say : no amount of practice will allow you to fix your inadequacy on the present bases. [↩]Really, real estate and writing ? This shows that you've read nothing ; and built nothing. Nor ever will. [↩]Do you know that story ? Let's recount.
Nasreddin was truly and utterly poor, his house barer than his cupboard. One day, Nasreddin's wife had enough of her life and told him that he must go out, and bring something, lest they both die. So Nasreddin went out, and walked around for a long while, until eventually tired feet and grumbling stomach taught him the wonderous intricacies of courtship, and so, happening upon a rich man with an even richerly dressed donkey, begun to heap praise on the animal in the hope of making something of it.
His praise evidently well received by the potentate, Nasreddin dared to test his chord, and asked if such a visibly talented donkey also speaks ? And to the owner's puzzled retort he explained that indeed some donkeys can be taught to speak, as he has heard from other wise men in other lands ; and then upon the rich man's insistence agreed to take the animal in for purpose of study and vocalisation, under the understanding that the ordeal will take a year, and the reward will be paid upfront.
Without delay the donkey was sent to Nasreddin's house, along with its precious covers and dedicated solid brass trough, and other amenties ; Nasreddin went to the tavern and for the first time in many months ate well and drank better. Towards nightfall he made his way home, where the very worried woman that had seen her husband leave to abate starvation and then all manner of valuable, rare and precious matter come by itself into the house, was awaiting him awake.
So she inquired what had transpired, and he told her the whole story. In her desperation she tried to find some way to undo the deed, but in his wisdom he reassured her : a year's a long time, who knows what may happen ? Maybe the donkey learns to talk ; or maybe the owner dies ; or God knows what else. [↩]
« Two shits
How to correctly value forked chains ? »
Category: Rautati si Mizerii
Monday, 25 July, Year 8 d.Tr.
Memoranda and shit, like 1800s high diplomacy!
From the Eulora log :
mircea_popescu soo, the results of my 1ki toolii runiii :
mircea_popescu inputs : bundle at qiv 146, bv100v 9352, bp q 14.
mircea_popescu !~calc 58 * 1.46 * 1.6 + 470 * 1.46 * 1.88 + 8824 * 1.46 * 2.09 + 9352 * .14vi
jhvh1 mircea_popescu: 58 * 1.46 * 1.6 + 470 * 1.46 * 1.88 + 8824 * 1.46 * 2.09 + 9352 * .14 = 29660.377599999993
mircea_popescu that's a mpqavii price of 29660 per click, of which 1309.28 for the bp, and a qabv of 13784.82viii per click.
mircea_popescu out came tools dix 5264, which means every click carried 8520.82 overcraftx (no decay, table craftxi).
mircea_popescu notwithstanding i did 1k clicks, i got no pops :(xii
shinohai :/
mircea_popescu i obtained in total 1191 tools (so that's +19.1% over basexiii), for a bv of 6269424 ; plus 3060 tink sentiments, q 57, qabv 1744200 and 407382 feelings(es) q 57, qabv 2322077.4.
mircea_popescu so overall that's 2322077.4+1744200+ 6269424 = 10335701.4 bv returns from the craft, and as per above 13784820 costs, resulting in a net loss of 3449118.6 ECu or 25%.xiv
mircea_popescu in market terms, the cost was however 29660000xv ; the income : if i count the tools at 250% (because they're really very low dxvi) that's 15673560 ; if i count the sentiments also at 250%xvii that's another 4360500 ; and if i count the feelings at 1.5xviii that's yet another 3483116.1
mircea_popescu so in total 15673560+4360500+3483116.1 = 23517176.1 meaning a 6142823.9 ECu loss in priced-to-market terms, or 20.7%.
* mircea_popescu fiddles with the variables a little
mircea_popescu !~calc 6269424 * 2.7 + 1744200 * 3 + 407382 * 1.5
jhvh1 mircea_popescu: 6269424 * 2.7 + 1744200 * 3 + 407382 * 1.5 = 2.27711178E7
mircea_popescu meh!
mircea_popescu !~calc 6269424 * 2.85 + 1744200 * 3.5 + 407382 * 1.5
jhvh1 mircea_popescu: 6269424 * 2.85 + 1744200 * 3.5 + 407382 * 1.5 = 2.4583631400000002E7
mircea_popescu !~calc 6269424 * 2.85 + 1744200 * 5 + 407382 * 2
jhvh1 mircea_popescu: 6269424 * 2.85 + 1744200 * 5 + 407382 * 2 = 2.7403622400000002E7
mircea_popescu crazy shit.
mircea_popescu !~calc 6269424 * 2.9 + 1744200 * 5 + 407382 * 2
jhvh1 mircea_popescu: 6269424 * 2.9 + 1744200 * 5 + 407382 * 2 = 2.7717093599999998E7
mircea_popescu !~calc 6269424 * 2.9 + 1744200 * 6 + 407382 * 2
jhvh1 mircea_popescu: 6269424 * 2.9 + 1744200 * 6 + 407382 * 2 = 2.9461293599999998E7
mircea_popescu so diana_coman : i think going forward the ~base~ premium of 1k bv numina will hafta be 600% ; and of 10bv numina 200.
mircea_popescu i think this craft is a good datapoint because a) many clicks b) high oc and c) came so close to breakeven in qabv terms ; more typical is a 60% loss than a 25% loss.
mircea_popescu lemme know what you think.
* mircea_popescu is totally loving this, like 1800s high diplomacy, memoranda and shit being passed back an' forth between the capitals of the great powers.
Is it evident how much fun I'm having ? Can you tell ?
Mwahahahaha.
PS. My memoranda got rejected! I think THIS MEANS WAR!
———I can't recall who sold me this block, I thought it was Grenadine but she says she didn't. Maybe I got it noob clicking, I dunno. [↩]They were Stone Adzes. [↩]For the curious, the last time I did one of these was April. [↩]That q stands for quality ; the game value of items scales linearly with their quality. [↩]Base value at q 100. [↩]This calculates a quality-adjusted total price, on the basis of the quality-100 base price of the three ingredients and their qualities. The last branch is the value of the blueprints used. [↩]Market-price-quality-adjusted, which is to say taking into consideration the various premiums. As per my shop for instance Shaped Slag (of which Sharp Clump of Slag here employed is a type) carries 209% premium, so if a q 100 piece is worth 8824 (as it is) then on the market it'd go for 18442.16 ; and if it were q 146 (as it is here) then its quality-adjusted base value would be 12883.04 and its market value 26925.5536. [↩]This is important being the total input value from the server's pov. [↩]Durability. These kinds of tools decay about 180 durability points per use. [↩]Overcraft is the difference between the input value (13784.82 here) and the fixed output value (because all crafts will produce at least 1 of a certain item at a certain quality, here 1 Stone Adze d 5264. This difference between input and output, here worth 8520.82 ECu, is what powers pops and generally extra loot. [↩]Some craft lines also decay tools, such as Bandar Toolkits, or worn gear, such as a Demeaning Harness. [↩]The idea being that such a long craft with such a high overcraft factor stands a good chance to get lucky. It's just a theory. [↩]Because sometimes that extra loot will include a tool. [↩]This is in base value terms, not taking into consideration the marketplace premiums. Basically what it says is that the server spit out 75 cents to the ECu, ie, it looted me. In Eulora this happens - when you go to loot a corpse you never know whether you'll be making out like a bandit or on the contrary, the corpse will. [↩]That comes to an average premium for the items involved of 2.151642169. Notwithstanding that the four components carry premiums of 160%, 188%, 209% and 1000% (the blueprint), their relative qabv proportion in the total decides how those premiums average out (if you add one ECu's worth of something which costs you 1000% to 10 ECu's worth of something that costs you 200%, the resulting bundle will have cost you 272.72%). [↩]Normally tools of the type sell for 290% as per Diana. [↩]That's also as per Diana, she being the most important buyer of tier 2 sentiments as well as a major tool exporter she gets to fix a bunch of prices. [↩]Just a guess. I think lots of tier 1 numina sold for lots less historically. [↩]
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Category: Trolloludens
Sunday, 04 December, Year 8 d.Tr.
Meanwhile in Buenos Aires...
Argentina no es un pais pobre, porque tiene grandes recursos humanos y de night life!
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Category: Zsilnic
Sunday, 12 June, Year 8 d.Tr.
Manpower
Manpoweri is a film made by people who didn't understand the first thing about a great many things.ii
For one thing, electricity. Apparently electricity is really really hard to get by film people, so here's my humble attempt to provide some tips that perhaps may be of use (yes, I know I'm by no means the first one, and also that the odds are rather grim) : placing one shoed foot atop one of those nubbin insulator elements while resting the other foot on a wooden transverse is not going to close any circuit. Because that's what electricity is all about, closing circuits. Unless a circuit is closed, nothing happens.
So no, guy doesn't get "electrocuted in the foot" from putting it on the hot plate of an electric insulator. Firstly because that's what insulators are for, secondly because electricity isn't a fucking hot plate, and thirdly because if something were to happen, it'd have happened for the entire length of the body between the two contact points. The two contact points. It goes in, it goes out, that's electricity, a circuit. It's not like a sort of dick, that goes into you and then out the way it came. It's like a bullet, but a special sort of bullet : one that can only go in if it can also make it back out. If it can't make it back out, it's not going in. Not even a little bit, not even just the tip! So no, there's no such thing as "getting electrocuted in the foot" by touching one hot wire - which is why pigeons are fine on the wires, barefoot!
And in the same spirit : live wires with icicles hanging from them aren't particularly dangerous to service, reality isn't dungeons and fucking dragons, you get hit by 30 points of electricity and an extra 12 points of ice damage! There isn't a sort of ice-electricity combo that'll get you, like a sort of charged projectile. However, attempting to service live high voltage wires that are resting on the ground in the pouring rain will get you killed. The entire team, in fact, if this film had anything to see with sanity it'd have ended like a Greek tragedy, twelve minutes in. "Sorry, everyone stepped in the same wrong puddle - y'all can go home now."
For another thing, George Ranft was an illiterate lout that didn't understand acting. I get it, pretty boy, had all the gangsters in Soup's Kitchen or Hell's Pitchfork or whatever the fuck New York zoo for colorful immigrants convinced he's the go-to dandy for male fashion. Whatever, he can't act, he looks like an advertismenet for botox. He has this blunt face, and occasionally raises his eyebrows - a fucking pinball machine's livelier than that even in the hands of a henpecked mongoloid. He got better with age, I guess, but in 1941 he's just about fit to be someone's handpainted pet wood board.
Finally, the anons who wrote this abomination don't understand women. But like, at all. I can't even guess where to begin, the conflict's so pimply-faced and parent's-basement-dwelling it boggles the mind. They had good writers in the 1940s, even with the war going, what the hell is this dumb shit ?! So girl "is bad", because reasons (childhood trauma bien sur), then she cooks and cleans for a spell, which is shocking, then has enough of it but hey, can't leave, because owned chattel now, and on and on. I can readily imagine this sort of nonsense is what gets confused kids all bothered today about "el patriarcado", but really, it made absolutely no sense in 1941, either. It's as much a construction of smoke and mirrors as cannibalism.iii
Post-finally, there's about half a dozen adults (really, old men, late 40s, early 50s) behaving essentially like schoolchildren in the Summer, without any particular anything to do at all ever. So they feel up the nurses and start bar fights wherever they go, which strangely enough doesn't seem to ever involve jail - in this film, jail's for women only.
Yet even more finally than that, you should see the casualty rates they have. Worst kind of turnover, too, fewer men quit than die on the job, you'd think the producers got jealous of the bodycount of war movies and decided they hafta compete. Every time these men show up to do something, you're lucky if just one suffers some sort of accident. How the whole outfit can manage to stay in business is anyone's guess. Maybe they're issuing war bonds or something.
Dietrich is a great actress, Robinson is a great actor, but I very much doubt Walsh could get a job as a barber on the strength of this particular yarn ; let alone anything in white collar.
———1941, by Raoul Walsh, with Edward G. Robinson, Marlene Dietrich, George Raft [↩]Even the original Variety piece puffing it is bad. Seriously, there's plenty of dialogue ? Whodda guessed. [↩]Oh, you don't know puritan missionaries mostly made that up, in an attempt to piously defraud the good folk back home of a little more subsidy ? Awww! [↩]
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Category: Trilematograf
Monday, 30 May, Year 8 d.Tr.
Major changes in Eulora ; Another auction.
mircea_popescu ***ANN*** eulora is going to be down briefly later today while far reaching changes to the crafting system are deployed. there's going to be a trilema article explaining what happened.
Here's what happened :
Tinkering, McGuyver, Gumbo, Bouquinism and Lapidary overcrafts no longer loot blueprints. Instead, they loot one of fifteen wholly new items.
These new items are split in five categories, one for each craft, with three degrees of quality (corresponding to base values of 10, 1k and 100k ECUi) each.
Items in each category can be transformed up the ladder through Lapidary applications.
A number of new craftable items in the McGuyver, Gumbo, Bouquinism and Lapidary lines have been included.
All blueprints can be looted through Bouquinism dedicated crafts. These use mostly new items, as well as Sacrifice Tokens.
The Supplication Drafts are no longer recipes and so can't be used to craft anything anymore. You can either sell your stocks to the merchant or keep them around as curios.
This should simplify management of overcraft, as well as improve in-game trade and resource allocation. Note that until the auction completes, there is no way to produce new blueprints in game for any craft. For which reason :
~ Auction ~
The following items will be offered for auction on behalf of S.MG on February 14th, 2016 starting at 14:00 ART :
100 (one hundred) Apprentice Bouquinist Considerations, quality 200ii ;
200 (two hundred) Black of Desspayr Recipes, quality 200iii ;
200 (two hundred) Misshaped Ampoule Designs, quality 200iv ;
400 (four hundred) Pointedly Odorous Charcoal Conceptions, quality 200v ;
10 (ten) Petrified Bubbles, quality 200vi ;
1 (one) Three Pointed Thorn of Circular Quality (q 31`415)vii.
for an opening bid of 6`702`069 ECU, through open outcry in game, with a minimum half million ECU increase per bid and a ten minute cutoff after the last bid. See you there!
And while I have your attention, what to expect for the future :
More stuff in the Sacrifice line, and generally in that tab.
Miners automatically producing Ennumerations will be discontinued ; miners will have to buy their Ennumerations from Bouquinists.
Storage 200 item limit to be significantly increased.
A lot of other stuff.
Enjoy the game!
———Eulora coppers. [↩]Total base value 3`683`000 ECU. [↩]Total base value 1`166`800 ECU. [↩]Total base value 538`000 ECU. [↩]Total base value 401`600 ECU. [↩]Total base value 862`720 ECU. [↩]Total base value 49`949 ECU. [↩]
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Category: S.MG
Tuesday, 09 February, Year 8 d.Tr.
Lxs ninxs
A "sex worker", who happens to have no rights, human or otherwise, and who also constitutes my chattel property - being a slave as she is, and consequently having absolutely nothing to protect her in any way or to any degree from any sort of use or abuse other than the dictates of my own, sovereign, patriarchal free will - found a thing. This thing :
So we giggled and we went - but first she paraded around nude for a while, getting ready. She did her make-up (maybe not quite to the streetwalker level but strongly in any case), she put on stockings (the sort with a line in the back), she climbed atop high heels (and packed walking shoes, "in case you want to go for a walk"). Truth be told she's always dressed for work, even if I never actually sent her out to work - because she's a woman, and this is what it means.i
She was, by a very fat margin, the hottest slut there. This synthetic blade cut a very deep skin into the nature of things as they are, and we shall draw the benefits of its passing. Yes, my kittenii could blow the entire community of Argentinian "sex workers" out of the water, quite exactly in the way a set of agricultural machinery can put whole villages' worth of ploughmen out of work. There's no doubt in my mind that given a hundred pesos to spend in their pocket and sexual desire pushing them, a collection of Argentine men would prefer hanging about in a large group around her over "sexually trabahing" them, the others, las otras. The extras. But this purely economic, capitalist, mathematically-representable, scientifically-optimizable, meaningful, protestant, what have you construct has absolutely no bearing. Yes, I get it, you see "trabajadores", look up the dictionary definition, form the mistaken opinion the Spanish "trabajadores" has anything whatsoever to do with English "workers"iii, then go on to think "work" and look at you, half way to Physics-based notions of energy per unit time and whatnot. Lol.
After spinning around the block once, an ugly, fat... woman, let's say, with a glass eye, approached us to inquire as to who we are and what are we doing. Because she's seen us taking photos. I explained to her we're tourists, and she was completely satisfied. Somehow, whatever enemy she fearediv wouldn't in her estimation have the intellectual wherewithal to say the same thing. Understand me well : no disrespect whatsoever is intended, or included here. There's no doubt in my mind that the woman looked as she did not from a good life ; that her eye was lost in the exact reimplementation of a catfight for humans - turns out that "kitten" doesn't nearly sound quite so elegantly, civilisedly pleasant when the literal beastiality of the animal is contemplated ; that the scars on her face weren't the result of a bored, overfed emo girl's immortal soul feeling poetic and misunderstood that day ; in general that she was a trabajadora sexual, which very pointedly doesn't translate as sex worker.
So what does it translate as, then ? Well... You gotta beat on someone, right ? That.
I know it's incomprehensible, that's what cultural difference is all about, this "incomprehensible". What do you do if you need to pee ? You hold it, right ? And if you still need to pee after you hold it ? No, you can't go to a restaurant, or a bar, or anything - they all have things on the door pointing out to you that solo para clientes and you're not going to throw about the little money you got on their idle pretense.v So what do you do ? Eventually you'll have to pee on something. What do you pee on ? Yeah, that's right, the garbage boxes. Because it's already garbage. Sucks for the garbage workers, of course, but, again... what shall you do ? Not like this "cosmopolitan" town with a "night life" has reached 1800 Paris / 1950 Timisoara level of development so there's a place to piss.
That's what a "trabajadora sexual" is here : the Schelling point of societal violence. She's not a woman you go fuck for the pleasure of fucking a pro ; she's not sought after for the quality of her secondary sexual characteristics, for any sort of aesthetic reason. No, none of that - she's the pisspost. She's the punching bag. Have you had a bad day today ? Go beat up a whore. Which is why the veterans look like they went through a meat grinder, with permanent scars, missing eyes and what have you. This is why the only thing they found it worthwhile to spend the paint to communicate was a lot of stuff about support against police violence. It fucking sucks to be them.
A very easy take on Ammar, the people who organised all of this, is to say that hey, they're a bunch of politically correct twits trying to take the fun out of fucking whores. God knows there's plenty of that nigger ditz bullshit going around. Easy counts for nothing on Trilema, however. The correct take is to say that they're some people trying to make the best of a very miserable situation in a very third worldly shithole. Sure, they misuse some words. That's because they're stuck using the words you care about - not like you'd ever give a shit about some poor old nobodies in the street of nowhere for themselves.
And now, pictures!
View from San Juan. The street was closed to traffic, much to the driver's despair. But we proceeded on foot,
A coupla blocks down. The party is starting to become visible in the distance.
Some sort of altercation. Very piddly.
The "Peronist Giggolos" or somesuch. Not intended as a slight to peronism, but as a local transplantation of that time when Phillip Seymour Hoffman told the faggots-in-suits (in Flawless) that as long as they get down on their knees to suck the cock, they're all his sisters. You know ?
On the left, atop the imported flag, the [Ogilvy&Mather] powered Ammar links up with the #NiUnaMenos officialismo. Apparently stereotypes kill, didn'tcha know, as exemplified by the fate of one Sandra Cabrera.vi
Apparently this is a zone you "are afraid to traverse at night". Weird, but what do I know.
Yet children are universally and perennially the same thing : children.
We stopped for drinks at a bar run by some Dominican fellows. Actually, come to think about it, most of the working girls aren't Argentinas, but immigrants. Which is deeply unfortunate, I know of no better cure for the gargauni of the local population than a year or two of forced street prostitution. If I were running the country I'd absolutely introduce a draft, right after highschool, each cunt takes her year out for her country.
Is he famous or isn't he ?
Wilson Hotel. You know ?
The way I read this "Dale Globo!" is that a bum living under a bridge, between vapors and stupours had a moment of clarity, and in that moment he used whatever valuable instrument he had to write "Go, Globe!" on his yard of wall. In other words, that this world, for all its warts, for all his foibles, still elicits moreover a broad benevolence from his heart. Go, he says, you're doing pretty good things. Good luck and good for you!
There's worse readings.
Is that blood period or virginity ? And which is better ?
There comes a time in every pigeon's life when all the good that's ever going to be already has. When that time comes, it will find a place to hide. There could be worse things, but it does miss the sky...
———Obviously, the Argentinian hoodie-wearing faux females don't know this, in the sense that of course they know but they pretend not to. Which pretense doesn't work, of course. [↩]Pisi, in Romanian in original. [↩]It absolutely does not. The only viable translation to English of the Spanish concept is "Social Security Claimants" and naught more. They may be willing to jump through some bureaucratic loops - but it is upon you to ensure their continued existence. Ballas has the details. [↩]Either some local middle class opposition and their putative Pinkertons or else perhaps some governmental goons, I'd guess. [↩]It is, rank, unmitigated, idle pretense. To explain it plainly : we felt like eating after this exercise, so we went to what pompously declares itself as one of the five historical bars of the city. They were named so by law, their fucking congress passed a law for this purpose. Look :
I ordered steak ; the girl ordered "German sausage". I was delivered an ancient shoesole ; she was delivered a couple supermarket dogs, three dollars a pound, that they had boiled for her. We walked. I can afford to walk, here as everywhere, because the thirty, fifty, whatever the experience costs sets me back much less than the wasted time sets me back. I couldn't care less. The local however, entirely - you comprehend this, entirely - bereft of any sources of actual currency whatsoever can not afford to throw away a dollar on the pretense of sitting down in a pretend-bar.
People here don't open a shop, a restaurant, a government, like people. They open a carny booth. If you wish to participate, you will pay to support their pretense that their carny act is the real deal. If you don't wish to support such pretense - you'll have not to participate. At all. In anything. Which is the problem of the waitress stuck at said shithole (Bar del Cao) : she has to work. She can't be MP, to do whatever she pleases. She has to work, and she works. Well : when she accidentally dropped a fork "nobody saw", she stuck it in the dirty pile and got another one ; when her biggest looking customers asked for the bill and stood up five minutes after the food came in she tried to see what the problem is and if it can be fixed (unlike most any other Argentine waitress, who generally would view herself as a sort of government clerk distributing governmental largesse, not as a sort of lowest rung peon, too low to even count as a slave). She's stuck, along with a few other competent people, in the miasma of the average Argentine, abominable, miserable, outright patibulaire (in the Romanian view of that term). [↩]Apparently there's also a lengthy documentary nobody saw, "Sexo, dignidad y muerte". In any case, the woman used to run an Ammar branch in Rosario before she was killed a decade ago. [↩]
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Category: La pas prin lume
Monday, 15 August, Year 8 d.Tr.
Letters from the stupid country
We shall divide this communique in two parts : the domestic, and the public. Thereby and insofar as the domestic part goes, we shall then discuss the two principal aspects :
Rest
And work.
Or, of course, vice-versa. Geddit, vice ? Geddit ? I'm versed!
Insofar as the public part goes, we will limit ourselves to pointing out that by my orders an exhaustive list of all the bars in Buenos Aires was constructed, with considerable effort - as you'd expect in a country this inept - and it turns out the count fits in three digits. Forget the previous installment of weird, we now have solid numbers : there's approximately 0.00005 bars/capita in Buenos Aires. As the expression goes,
gabriel_laddel MP has already reported that idiots in BA don't hustle on weekends. Hustle on weekends.
mircea_popescu This is actually a killer plan. Pretty much anyone can make bank here, given that these people can be readily approximated with plants.
To continue the amusement - a large number of these operations do not know how to use phones (let alone email - lol!), a vast majority are run by paranoidly inept twerps, and perhaps most importantly, the average floor space at their disposal is somewhere between 500 and 1`000 sq ft. Yeah, you read that right, yeah they call that "a bar" around here. So do the math yourself : there's less bar surface per capita here than there is on the fucking Space Station. Or in a train. Or at a nature reserve.
Please come rape them. Thanks.
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Category: Zsilnic
Friday, 19 February, Year 8 d.Tr.
Let's drain the domain name swamp
For many years I was hiring namecheap.com to do nothing whatsoeveri for me wrt various domain names I hold (and don't want). Then they decided to "upgrade" their website, because this is somehow how bullshit leech services work, it's not enough to get money for nothing, you gotta also break the process flow of the unfortunate victims.
Needless to say I didn't stand for it, and so a decade+ parasite relationship ended on January 27th 2014 over "website upgrades". Don't let anyone ever tell you that upgrading won't have an effect on your bottom line. It will. It does like it did here.
Also needless to say, the new registrar, Internetbs.net decided to change its payment processing. Because bait and switch is now a legitimate approach to business, I make an account because you support Bitcoin payments, then you discontinue processing Bitcoin "for legal reasons" and that's it, I'm going to move to fucking wires now. Apparently that's how things work in these idiots' heads, I'm not married to Bitcoin and will consider a shoeshine like Internetbs. Oh no, on the contrary - I'm married to Internetbs. They're that important, I care that deeply about a set of fucking leeches that have no reason to exist in the first place.
So I moved again, November 11th 2016. First I tried gandi.net, because all the kids seem to like them for some reason. That yielded
Me: Your prices are ridiculous ? 17.28 to renew .biz vs 10.83 everywhere else ? 15 for .eu ? I'm getting that for 5.96 currently. .com .net 15 each ? Is this some kind of a joke that's funny in your culture ?
Dante Customer support: Hello
Me: aha
Dante Customer support: The current pricing reflects our cost of registration and services
Me: so basically you're a joke registrar that can't price competiively ?
Dante Customer support: There is nothing I can do regarding our pricing. I would advise going with the lower cost competitor if you're unsatisfied with our costs. Keep in mind that lower cost come with a lower service level usually
Me: nice knowing ya.
Services! Fucking imagine this, the title deed company is offering me free cookies that I could have bought for a quarter myself at the fast food joint next door, admitting quia absurdum that I'd actually want either to obtain such cookies or to pay such cookie producers anything. In their broken heads this apparently works, I'll pay $2`500 for a bill worth $1`200 because an unemployable dicklet told me the former comes with "a higher level of services". This is America, you understand, and it doesn't belong on the map.
I'm currently using namesilo.com, but as someone aptly observed "give it a year or two". Obviously.
So how about we actually drain the dns swamp ? Set up a Republican dns server, let people register domains - any domains, including whitehouse.org and random.arbitrary - for a Bitcent or whatever and that's that. Can use the current dns format for feeding data so people can just drop-in replace their current dns servers with ours. Can have an automated admin interface direct to the server so you can update anything at any time with a signed pgpgram and that's the end of the story.
No, you don't need "dnssec", nor does it work. No you don't need all the bullshit they make up about how great their "dns server infrastructure" is, a single machine will suffice for a long time ; and once it doesn't replicating the whole current dns set-up costs a few thousand not a few million. Yes it's "oh so important" as they keep bleating, but only because it's pointlessly and irresponsibly a single point of failure.
Republican dns. Today. Who's doing it ?
———Please see the linked discussion of Torrens title and understand what's going on. The US has a fundamentally broken way of doing things. All things. AML/KYC is stupid, spending hours for no reason at the airport is stupid, feeding a bunch of leeches in order to real estate is stupid.
However, just because the USians are fundamentally broken in the fucking head doesn't mean anyone else is supposed, or may, implement the end products of their stupidity. Let's make America forgotten again, shall we ? [↩]
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Category: Bitcoin
Saturday, 12 November, Year 8 d.Tr.
Let's continue with the okcupid duality. Today, idiot.png and lesbian.png. No, these aren't the same thing.
The idiot :
The lesbian :
As you can see, they are very much not the same thing.i
Also yes, my experience reviewing... brace yourselves... 355`266ii female profiles on okcupid is that when confronted with an extremely high value male the low valueiii females react contrarianly (and usually outright stupidly). They're the ones that try to lead with loaded crapiv, they're the ones that try to "neg"v, they're the ones creating delusional "consensus"-es about things and matters and so forth.
Nevertheless, this doesn't mean that "any negative reinforcement you receive is merely a sign of the worthlessness of the reinforcer". The reason should be obvious.
———And since we're doing this : more than two thirds of women are either bisexual or "heteroflexible", which I take to mean "I've read MP's take on the subject and yes I'm ready and willing to eat out all the other girls just for a chance at your attention!" - a marked improvement since, oh, I dunno, 1980. [↩]Some lulz straight from the horse's mouth :
$ cat g-stix.txt | sort -u > g1-stix.txt
$ wc -l g1-stix.txt
355266 g1-stix.txt
$ cat g1-stix.txt | grep -c "evil"
203
$ cat g1-stix.txt | grep -c "thecat"
1935
$ cat g1-stix.txt | grep -c "cat"
3890
$ cat g1-stix.txt | grep -c "slut"
35
$ cat g1-stix.txt | grep -c "sexy"
455
$ cat g1-stix.txt | grep -c "babe"
563
That's right, you heard it here first : when it's raining cats and dogs it is in fact raining seven or so cats to the dog, and as far as women are self-describedly concerned, they're about as likely to be "thecat" as they are to be EVERYTHING ELSE combined, sexy, babe, slut, you name it. Who knew, right ? Nobody could have predicted, except for all the people that did predict, of course. [↩]No, this is not exactly equivalent with "ugly". [↩]And are so uninhabituated with encountering any resistence whatsoever that they don't even perceive the wisdom of keeping a back-up. The sum total of my conversation with sexually worthless women goes something like
Her : I am so great and wonderful in every way and you believe it!
Me : What ?
Her : Oh nevermind I thought you were someone else. *runs away*
Through your effete passivity you've managed to turn the mediocre women into penguins, completelly clueless as to what a gunshot even is! Next thing you know they'll go extinct (yes what you call "penguins" today is a different species altogether than what historically was known as a penguin). Stop waiting for me to come along and tell the idiots they gotta work their butt off for a crumb. Tell them yourself! [↩]This female & marketeer technique of trying to instill insecurity in the other party. The practice is older than civilisation, and written record of its deployment is to be found in every culture throughout its literary body (find the 1001 instances in the 1001 Nights, if you're bored).
Recently some kids banded together supported by the ever great power of the Internet and in an uncharacteristic bout of analytical cleverness actually noticed what the girls have been doing since forver, gave it a name and begun deploying it [like the little bitches that they are]. The change in behaviour caused a furor, but far from being a sign of either equality or liberation, let me point out right here and in the clear that no : assumption of female (ie, powerless, manipulative) behaviours by males is nothing above and beyond another sign of the decay of that venerable institution. So you ain't man enough to turn her over and stick it in her, but you figure telling her some things makes it ok ? Aren't you a smart dumbass, and don't you look pretty all covered in bows! [↩]
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Category: Meta psihoza
Friday, 08 January, Year 8 d.Tr.
Las Esquinas de Vidal (Cursos de Copulacion y Copizdacion a Domicilio)
What do you see in there ?
Not a direct dental mechanic, I surmise ? Too bad. You can even pay in twelve monthly installments. Extractions are apparently the most popular, but you can also get a bridge. With discounts for length! Not like it's worth even doing it for less than a dozen or so teeth, neh ?
I trust you see what I'm hinting at here.
Does your Obamacare provide sealed air ? What's that, just canned air ? Thought so. Better vote for Diverseley next time!
Oh hallo thar! Do you have any things that are feish ?
The advantage of an unsophisticated people living in un pays que no es pobre is that they're very shockingly transparent, much in the manner of children. When's the last time you've seen a medical group admit it's all about the graft in the civilised world ? So there.
A rookery. Let's delve.
Check it out, there's apparently rich people in Buenos Aires, behaving as such. Let's detail
Dear Amigas VIP Maria Ines, Ofelia, Elsa y Beatriz : drop me a line, I'll buy you a cup of coffee. After all, youth is a horrible thing to waste.
Speaking of waste : advertisement for a photography class illustrated by a miserable shot of a swamp, aside a river that offers much better enquadrature with minimal effort, and a hoodie wearing she-derp! The continued existence of Argentina as a population and of each individual Argentine as such is an outrage, an insult to divinity and humanity alike, and absolute proof that god is entirely tone deaf.
Because why not, right ? Not like there's a school of architecture in town or anything. No, seriously.
The camera doesn't capture and the image it spits out fails to convey the cozy, inviting quality of that hole. Incidentally, did I mention there's women in my company who get quite soaking horny from perceiving the scary, bare concrete sort of rape den ?
What was I just saying about the unsophisticated people!
Do you notice anything peculiarly peculiar about this otherwise very typical bit of Argentine parking ?
But let us clove on a lemon tree.
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Wednesday, 03 August, Year 8 d.Tr.
La Santa Soppressata
Antipasto typical for the Mylivingroom region of Italygertina.
The complicated problem of the past in human cultural history is perhaps easiest approached from the culinary side : you know of the repast, which would seem to indicate that your paste has failed, whereas the rest of the world is strictly anti paste.
As they say in fashion magazines, olives by Tree, bread by Myslave, zacusca by Myotherslave, some rather fine provolone by myJew & vino by Trumpeter. The knife is by Chinese.
Plus a mystery item, let us view a close-up :
Yeah, that's right, they doubled all the letters they needn't have, sort-of like a mongoloid child spelling out Massacchhussettss. This is how you know it was made in that most enchanted land of the herbivores que es un pais muy rico en recursos humanos, rather than imported.
It tastes pretty good, which is exactly how Argentina goes generally : cunts warm and moist as per the blueprint, heads like the headboard they bang against. Food tasty, made and delivered by some people who can't, rightly speaking, read or write - nor should they try.
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Category: Zsilnic
Wednesday, 09 March, Year 8 d.Tr.
Kuffs
Kuffsi is an excellent comedy.
The pillar supporting the entire thing is Christian Slater, who proceeds to do the most difficult thing known to the art of the actor, which is the wall breaching narrative. He does it throughout, and he does it extremely well, and with a seeming ease that delights to boot!
These things usually fail because the writing is trite (but here B. A. Evans got his back, and splendidly at that!) ; or because the actor overacts (it's a very easy thing to do, because of an implicit negative feedback loop - you hear nothing from the audience so you keep talking "louder" - but Slater does not, he's downright suave) ; or for many other reasons. This film should be studied in all earnest seriousness by anyone aspiring to the craft, because I know of no better example extant.
The quality of the script shows in many places, even if the scheme is the scheme, quirky policeman with his quirky partner with their tired civil servant of a boss and the evil mastermind and the tensed sexual relationship and so on. Yet, admire : why does the detective dump his sex toy at the beginning only to scoop her back up at the end, so the watching population of confused adolescent males of all ages doesn't need to worry about being gay ? No, not for angoisse mysterieuse, Al Pacino's trademark solution - but because teenage pregnancy. She's in college, he's a bum. That's why. Not good enough ? Ahahahaha. Fuck you. The intended audience is adolescent males of all ages with enough endocrine function left to wonder about it ; not the libertard version that knows full well "it dun work, not no mo'". Admire further : why is the partner suspended ? No, not because "shot guy with best intentions", no not because "it was an accident" as every single one of these. No - because fucks chief's wife. Yes ? This is what comedy is all about, unexpected damnation, like when the chief's middleage crisis car burns down. You know ?
No you don't know, because you're not the sort to walk the next day after being shot in the kidney, nor do you have any friends who fuck the Megadirettore's wife and burn down his car with impunity, nor is your girlfriend so proud to carry your seed she'll wait for you forever or quietly converseii her father's hard earned fortune for your convenience. But that's ok - this is what you've got Slater and his Tinsel Friends for! Watching them do it is almost as good, certainly the closest it gets and certainly the best ersatz extant.
So enjoy, and see you around.
PS. It's a false dilemma. Nobody has to decide whether he wants to raise a woman's child in a one-wife-marriage or else to dump the girl. Tuna is the healthiest component of any girl's breakfast, especially should she aspire to live with the cool guys. That's the lemma there, not di but tri : harem, or else Rob, or else spinsterdoom aka "feminism". Not even so much a lemma ; more of an intelligence-as-fitness test.
———1992, by Bruce A. Evans, with Christian Slater, Milla Jovovich [↩]It's a tort, conversion, the civil equivalent of theft. [↩]
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Saturday, 17 September, Year 8 d.Tr.
Kismia dating scam
Because totally, Anna Nystrom is so desperate to date you she's taking out google Adsense on her own ass. She even learned SpaCastejano for the purpose. This is how much hotties want "Argentine men", in case you didn't knowi.
PS. It just needs to be more branded. Dropshadows lift the type off the page as if they are 3D. You probably don't even know how to do them.
———Nobody can stand these dumb fucks, it turns out. They're loud, needy, insistent, immature, incredibly clingy while remarkably poorly endowed. [↩]
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Category: Meta psihoza
Saturday, 15 October, Year 8 d.Tr.
Kids born after the world went to shit aren't progressive. They're just lazy.
Call them "Millenials" if you wish, although on all accounts NEETS (standing for "not employed, or employable, or in the process of becoming employed or employable") aka "Useless" or "Pointless" would be much more appropriate. There's these kids that were born after computers took away the second to last excuse for large populationsi who are turning about themselves in confusion. They think they may be middle class, except the middle class used to do a lot better than them as recently as during their parents' tenure. The world's just one huge heap of confusion, for them, and the little shiny plastic prayer beads of the new religion don't provide all that much in the way of solace.
They universally think themselves "progressive". Take a forinstance :
What are they fighting with ? They have no money, they're burdened under college debt, a college which has made them uniquely incapable of relating to the real worldii, they have no skills, marketable, interesting or otherwise, they have no power nor any clue of how to get it (nor any real interest in getting either clue or power), they've got literally nothing.
And what are they fighting for ? This is the best part : they're fighting for the lulz. The whole of the "progressive" agenda is the simple proposition that it'd be cool to have a blue M&M after a black M&M because "we haven't had one of those before either". That's it. Whether they should be eating M&Ms in the first place isn't a point of concern, whether the color of the outer shells is even connected to anything, these aren't considerations. Just that, the simple novelty, an idea on the cognitive level of a toddler. The correct way to describe this level of lightness is "for the lulz", which is what we're using.
These kids will fight for the lulz. They think they fight, at least. Obviously they won't, not really. They just hope the fight will happen by itself, somewhere else, and then crown them Great Imperial Wizard Elliots. Just like that, for mere being. That's just as good, right ? Problem ?
Have you seen all the piles of useless tards explaining how they personally didn't consent to Trump becoming president, fully expecting that this makes some sort of difference ? In that vein, let me tell you a story.
Years ago, I was considering for enslavement a woman older than the 30 year old limit, if only slightly. This consideration is entirely objective : I consider a new slave like you buy a sack of potatoes, exactly. You weigh the sack, you examine individual potatoes, the sack is a thing, not a person. It may become a person, later, after you I buy it and after I train it, but no newb slavegirl is or could be a human being.
She showed up in her Sunday best, no hoodies but heels etcetera, and did all she could (within her self-imposed limits, of course) to behave adequately. As the night progressed the process was taking a toll on her, she did even point out at some point that she behaves a lot better if she's not openly judged and plainly dismissed (an observation which was openly judged and plainly dismissed on the spot), and eventually we parted on good terms never to see each other again. Because she's not actually good enough to be made into a person, try as she might (and she did) therefore her originally contemplated future of taking a job in the local administration remained her only practical option.
Before the parting, she recounted the story of her travel abroad. You know how civilised kids are supposed to spend some time abroad ? She did, she went to Italy, to serve as maid in the house of a local woman, who didn't think very much of her and eventually fired her. The aspiring slavegirl interpreted this as "being held against her will" because, believe this or not, after being fired she had no means of transportation.
In her mind, you see, she is a sort of magical snowflake who is to be indemnified of all the things. That's the important part, every tramp out there knows that if you ain't got wheels you make with the feet, and most of the dumb whores that spawned these snowflakes have at least some vaguely remembered but nevertheless lived experience of this "walking to Memphis" formative adventure. Not my sack of potatoes. She thought, earnestly, that if she wants to move but lacks the means to move, then she is being held against her will. Problem ?
Needless to say we didn't agree on this point ; but it goes further than that. Why do you suppose "computer programmers" of this ilk expect they are entitled to "abstraction" ? Oh, that's right, because they don't know how to work computers. And since they're there seated in front of the computer, and have a notion of what they will to do, the dilemma facing, insanely, the whole rest of the world is simply this : either they have the means, or else they're... being held against their will!
They don't have to learn how to use computers ; it's the computer's job to make DWIM a reality. They don't have to learn to read, or think - it's my job as the writer to make understanding happen in their heads, and if it doesn't... it's not they who failed as readers ; it's supposedly me who failed as a writer.
These kids think they're writing code. They aren't. They think they're fighthing, but they aren't ; they think they're living and experiencing and understanding and reading and creating and whatnot. They aren't. They think they're progressive ; they aren't.
They're simply lazy - and that's all they are.
———The first excuse for large populations was the need for aggregate muscular power - industrialization took that away.
The second excuse for large populations was the need for fine motor skills, such as in "service industry" or WW2's "computing girls" (look it up). Computers recently took that away. Yes its occurence was looming large for a long time, but it finally happened within recent memory.
The last excuse for large populations is pornography : specifically to get a few girls worth fucking you have to have a bunch of pregnant woman deliver a bunch of runts. For every Stoya or Kardashian a lot of useless blobs must bleed their last in a ditch somewhere. Nobody promised selection's gonna be pretty, eh. [↩]Here's a money quote among so many money quotes (this one by Charles Camosy of Fordham University) :
Today's college graduates are formed by a campus culture that leaves them unable to understand people with unfamiliar or heterodox views on guns, abortion, religion, marriage, gender and privilege. And that same culture leads such educated people to either label those with whom they disagree as bad people or reduce their stated views on these issues as actually being about something else, as in Obama's case. Most college grads in this culture are simply never forced to engage with or seriously consider professors or texts which could provide a genuine, compelling alternative view.
Think about it : Pacala, the kid that stayed at home, used to have over Tandala, his friend who went to college, merely the advantage of four years ; but Tandala had over him the advantage of sharper eyes, sharpened by education, which might have, eventually, allowed him to catch up. That was a decade or so ago, at the latest.
Today, Pacala still has the advantage of four years (more like six to ten, but who's counting), but Tandala has no advantage of adequacy to the real world or understanding thereof. On the contrary : Tandala is both a day late and a dollar short, what he learned during his "formative years" deformed him ; it made him less fit rather than more fit. In exchange for his money and his even more valuable time, Tandala has acquired expensive habits, unsustainable expectations, and an unwillingness to accept jobs towards the bottom of the pile. A bottom which in his case is defined so strangely as to include about half the top!
If you were in the market for buying cars, would you like to spend a coupla grand today to buy a car that runs 500 miles to the full tank at a cost of $2 per mile in gas, or would you rather spend 50k+ grand over four years to get an electric car that runs 50 miles to the full battery at a cost of $20 per mile in electricity (the first 1k of which are free, still) sometime in 2020... ish ? [↩]
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Category: Cocietate si Sultura, SUA care este
Thursday, 10 November, Year 8 d.Tr.
Just call me Annah.
"Put these on. Oh... there you go. My my aren't you a pretty girl!"
The pretty girl looked down, apparently abashed by all the ruffles.
"Thank you Mistress."
"Alright, that'll do. Now remember, when Master comes, if he looks at you, you say..."
"I am Mistress' new servant, slave Jenna. Then I lower the top like so and say these are my tits, then I lift the skirt standing like this and say this is my cunt. And then I ask if he would like to see it from behind."
"Don't cut me off, girl."
"Sorry Mistress."
"And then whatever he says..."
The ellipsis fell heavy, audible. The girl watcher her Mistress intently. She wasn't going to cut her off.
"Good girl. What do you do ?"
"I do whatever he says, Mistress."
~ * ~
"And who might you be ?"
"I am Mistress' new servant, slave Jenna. These are my tits. This is my cunt. Would you like to see it from behind ?"
"Certainly."
As the girl twirled around and bent over eagerly, her Mistress beamed.
"What do you think ?"
"Impressive girl."
"But wait, there's more!", the Mistress offered in a joyous impersonation of some cocaine-addled Marx, or Engels, or whatever other self-help marketing guru. "Have you noticed ?"
"Hm ?"
She bounced over, reacher around the new girl's respectable posterior and separated her labia, exposing a clinically very unremarkable crescent-shaped hymen.
"O brother. And how did you end up with her ?"
"Remember the old woman, Sara, that helps me now and again ?"
"Aha."
"It's her great-niece from what I understand."
"Is that so, girl ?"
"Yes master, Gauntie Sara is Mother's mother's sister in law".
"I spent a thousand pesos for her."
"How did you get a thousand pesos ?!"
"Thrift and economy, my lord. I've been reading Aristoteles and applying to the household purse!"
"How long did that take you ?"
"About three months. But it's a mitzvah anyway, she didn't ask for it or anything. Just wanted to give the girl away toward a good life."
"I see. Well... take your clothes off. Both of you."
Within the space it takes a match to burn, two fully nude ladies graced with their presence that carefully constructed corner of Eden.
"Help her get into yours. You're going to stay naked from now on."
"Yes Master."
And there was evening, and there was drinking and merriment and joy. Then there was finally night.
"Come here. Lay with me."
"Yes Mistress."
"Master has said that you are to be my slave. It's not for me to go against his word. But you will always be above me in my heart. I want you to know that."
"Thank you Mistress. You are inexperienced yet, but that's not always a bad thing. You are very talented, and very good. I love you with passion I've never known before, it is different than for a man, and sweeter. But I am very glad Master has made you Mistress and me your slave, for if you humiliate me it burns deliciously, and if I err, as painful as that is, you can correct me and straighten it out. But were I Mistress and erred... that would be just too sad."
"Come, let us sleep now."
But then there was morning, and as the Sun dries the night's dew so did the Master dry the night's warm, heartfelt, shared tears. For he was towering above the two in great apparent anger, and woke them with one great bellow.
"Alright, the charade's over! Slut, grab that ring with both hands and hold on to it with your life. Woman, bring me the good whip."
They scurried off, and then shortly thereafter the younger slave's skin was glowing a warm red. No blood in sight above the skin, but all of it running on the double through veins, at speed almost sufficient to emit light. The Master left, leaving a sobbing young woman to be comforted by her elder.
"I did something wrong!" wailed the one through the veil of tears.
"Hush, hush. You did alright."
"He is upset with me. He was so angry!"
"He most certainly was not. "
"I've seen him!"
"You do not know these things."
"Really ?
"Really."
Sunshine broke through the clouds, and for a moment there was calm.
"It stings."
"That just means you're healthy."
"Thank you Mistress."
"Don't call me Mistress but in jest."
"What should I call you when I love you ?"
"Just call me Annah."
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Category: Cuvinte Sfiinte
Monday, 02 May, Year 8 d.Tr.
Jin ling shi san chai
Jin ling shi san chaii is a piece of repugnant shit on the level of the daily video edition of the New York Times or whatever leftover pieces from the Stakhanovist Russia you may be familiar with.
The actual events as they unfolded in the place and time (known in English as The Rape of Nanking) were as follows : on the background of a a dysfunctional society (the Chinese) being invaded by a functional society (the Japanese), the inhabitants of a certain large city (Nanking) held the largest open air fuckfest in the history of the world. Under the complicit gaze of millions of sexually neutered Chinese boys, millions of sexually active Chinese women copulated repeatedly with and were impregnated successfully by a few hundred thousand Japanese men.
The fictitious retelling is so far removed from those actual events it purports to retell as to constitute first class material for psychiatrists of all alignments. So : "the Chinese people were dedicated to maintaining the Chinese fatherland", we are told by the booming voice of the author-ideologue, yet the actual Chinese involved would prefer nothing above being someone else, somewhere else. "The Chinese army was undersupplied and outmatched by the invader's materiel", we are told, only to witness an apparent endless supply of ammo for the Red Army's scoped rifles (the Japanese couldn't afford scopes) not to mention copious bundles of apparently weightless dynamite.
The vomit-bag scene is the moment where the faux Caucasian priest - who is really an inept and altogether base impostor and in no case the constructor of the stained glass nor the drawer of the designs for that construction, they just, you know, happened - tries (verbally) and fails to protect a herd of obnoxious Chinese "virgins" (who are inexplicably played by insufferably obnoxious old maids) yet specifically at the precise moment when some squirming ball of anti-fun is just about to get it, the Chinese Soldier (as idealized) shoots the two assailants a quarter mile away through stained glass (how did he aim ?) and so enacts the miracle wherein the sun coming through the European version of God lights the face of the delivered virgin. The thesis here, as evidently driven by a (justified and justifiable) inferiority complex as humanly possible, would be that for all the pretense of white men, it's really the nameless, tough-as-coffin-nails Red Army soldier who actually moves the mechanisms of the world so that the expected results are actually delivered.
That this is patently false today needs no further discussion ; that it's a ridiculous retelling of the history of China at any point during its existence needs no further debate. That these people to this day need such ridiculous periphrastic crutches to assuage the burning psychological pain their short stature, tiny hands and tiny penises apparently inflict is pretty much the height of ridiculousness. Compared to such peaks of involuntary clowning, the depiction of a single soldier who can apparently kill hundreds in the enemys' ranks, or of an isolated platoon that can apparently wipe three tanks supported by a whole company within the space of ten minutes fail to even register. Besides, the Asian market has a lengthy history of poor farmer boys fighting bullets with their lengthy braided hair and other such compensatory fiction.
Really guys - you're not subhuman because short, or because small dicks. You're subhuman because respect, rather than honor. Being short and tiny dicked didn't prevent the Japanese from being the best fighter pilots in WW2, and it wouldn't prevent you, either - provided you manage to stop with the respect bullshit and move wholly into the honor arena.
You know things are pretty fucking horrible when the female Wail is everpresent, and even the divine-god of a Perfect Soldier dares not put the stupid bitches in the yoke to plow the ground in line with the oxen (which, incidentally, they'd love, much like they loved all that sweet, sweet Japanese "forcible" cock).
I'm not going to say anything about the tiresomely counterstrikesque construction of the whole thing, from the actual composition of scenes to the insane abundance of rounds and narrow fire delays because whatever, cinema was always about being cheap.
———aka The Flowers of War, 2011, by Yimou Zhang, with Ni Ni, Xinyi Zhang and an incredibly inept and out of place Christian Bale. [↩]
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Friday, 25 November, Year 8 d.Tr.