Powder Blue
Motto: Hugh Grant is probably going to show up at any moment.
I tried to watch this atrocityi because I don't know who recommended it and what for, I think it was supposed to be sexy or something. I made it as far as the scene where Lisa Kudrow, playing the same verbose waitress she always plays no matter what the bill says, sat down at some dude's table. Because totally, so many waitresses strike up conversations with random bums that look like they kiss speeding vehicles for a living found asleep at the table past closing time you wouldn't believe. And then they sit their ass in the booth uninvited, that's how waitressing goes, didn't you know. And hookers run arround kissing everyone in the brothel lobby. On the lips. And Lisa Kudrow is so fucking stupid it's a wonder she escaped the doll house.
Jessica Biel is a terrible actress. Leaving aside how bad the dialogue is, her delivery in that car is so incredibly inept it doesn't even qualify for arid. If someone told me she's the new Google bruteforce "AI" doing mechanicistic reading for the stage I'd have readily believed, because her performance is strictly below what you commonly see in freshman performance arts classes in two year community colleges. This spells the end for this woman's life, incidentally. Her maidenly charm is gone, the interest in looking up the underage preacher's daughter's skirt went with the smoke, all that's left now is a gauntii marionette that can't read.
Forest Whitaker is doing his usual quadriplegic routine, I'm guessing we're supposed to be so impressed he manages to shamble about in spite of the stroke we'll put up with all the obnoxious alien grimacing. How the hell did this walker make it off the set of Zombies Attack XVIII or whatever ?
I'm not even going to go into that paralytic Liotta. Guy's a mook, he strictly exists to be that dude in mobster films who has two lines of spoken dialogue, a quirky quirk and then gets shot to build up some other, up and coming, on a hero's journey, whatever subhero.
A final mention re hitting dogs : if you hit a dog with your car you might consider stopping. Maybe. If the owner's right there and you feel generous that day you might give him a twenty or something. If however the dog's running wild in the middle of nowhere in the road, you ain't fucking stopping. You ain't fucking touching the damned thing. You ain't fucking "saving it". If the dog's too dumb to know to stay out of the road, the dog's got no business existing. Certainly you don't get your fucking hearse towed because you're too busy walking down the highway coddling a dog in a blanket in your arms, what sort of batshit insane idiocy is this ?! Dogs aren't people, dogs are things. The sort of idiots who fail to comprehend this, like for instance Lisa Kudrow, also aren't people, but things. Stop trying to advertise your imaginary virtues to them, it's complete and utter waste.
I remember a time when "zombies" was what we called the idiots watching TV, and we thought Ben Stiller or Affleck or whichever of the obnoxious jews with his merry band of idiots were inept and insufferable. Meanwhile, the Idiot Mothership also known as the United States of Idiocy appropriated zombies conceptually, to show zombies zombie films about zombies zombying about ; and the obnoxious jew team of the 90s was replaced with an even more obnoxious bunch of polacks. Fucking burn the whole flea circus down to the ground, there's no further need for any Lisa Kudrows, Forest Whitakers, Patrick Swayzes, Kris Kristoffersons or fucking Hugh Grant.
Off with their heads.
———Powder Blue, by Timothy Linh Buy, with Ray Liotta and a bunch of retards. [↩]She looks like she's been dieting badly ; suspiciously just like Lisa Kudrow looks like she's been dieting badly. And they also share similarities in their reading manner, just Kudrow is naturally idiotic, whereas Biel seems rather just dull. The theory that the latter found in the former a mentor of sorts is not entirely without legs, on the strength of the observed record. The dull learning from the aggressively stupid, how's that for a summary of the US excursion in left wing politics this past half century ? [↩]
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Friday, 27 January, Year 9 d.Tr.
Postcards from Retardistan
This, my dear friends from far away lands, strange places known from barely audible murmur, locations past the mists incomprehensible where there's vegetarians, and people of other colors than people color, and so forth, THIS IS A DRINK. It is not a double, nor a triple, nor "please pour a bucket of Cuban rum in the largest old style glass you can find". None of that. A drink, no more y nada mas.
Typical scene from local "real estate" "office".
To clearly drive home just what a contemptible dog the Argentinian truly is : these sad excuses for subhuman filth will ask you, and expect you, and pretend to act as if you bought into their fantasy -- that they are people, that they went to school, that they run an office, that they engage in trade, that there's some reason conceivable to pay them for their work, or for their goods, rather than just simply take both or either under the simple and evidently correct rationale that animals may not own property, any property, including themselves.
And then, after all that idle pretense, without a care and without concern they will turn around and... abuse a freebie license for random shitware atop, no doubt, a pirated copy of Windows. If ever a society anomic group of idiots was more aptly, and more to the core described by that recurring painting of dogs playing billiards, I could scarcely imagine what it'd be.
This isn't exceptional, you understand. This is fundamental. This is Argentina, true, nude, in substance and at its core. Everything else's just pretending.
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Saturday, 07 January, Year 9 d.Tr.
Piinea si pizda
Vara Sentimentala (1985) -- boy finds bread and cunt at CAP Viitoruli. Niste baieti grozavi (1987) -- boy is unhappy with bread and cunt, moves to different-same place, gets better bread and better cunt. Un oaspete la cina (1986) -- boy finds great bread and even better cunt in spite of cunt's mother and other obstacles. Anotimpul iubirii (1987) -- boy gets his choice of bread and cunt or other-same bread and other-same cunt, "picks" and all is well. Alo aterizeaza strabunica (1981) -- boy has bread and cunt, decides maybe cunt sucks, discovers the cunt's alright. Sfintul Mitica Blajinul (1981 / 1965 play) -- ex boy reviews the history of bread and cunt he got, decides it's alright. Ciocolata cu alune (1978) -- boy gets choice of bread, chooses version with cunt on the side. Un suris in plina vara (1963) -- boy doesn't want cunt or bread throughout, changes his mind at the last moment.
I could go on and on and on, but are you starting to see a theme here ? Yes, that's what the title means : bread and cunt.
Before busting on the world scene as a major powerhouse in cinema (we're not including UStardian puke among cinema, for the obvious reasons) in the late 90s, Romania made films for about three to four decadesii. For my entire life I ignored the whole pile, thinking them terrible, so very very bad it's not even worth trying to watch anything in there.
Then Balul de Simbata Seara happened, and I was forced to reconsider. The item is a very strong showing, easily above Solaris and certainly on a level with, say, Daisies. This put me at an intellectual impasse, and being fundamentally an honest man I could find no other solution than wholesale review of the whole god damned library.
They're fucking terrible, lock stock and barrel. Wholesale atrocity against any sense and any sensibility, just utterly miserable crap unworthy of any mention. Literally, the entire production of Romanian cinema (aka "Casa de Filme Unu") in the communist days is a constant, ceaseless rehash of the same theme : a boy finds bread and cunt.
I get it, for the kind of retards, mentally stunted, genetically regrettable that generally flock to socialism and compose socialist experiments, the rehash of "cockroach found food and sexually receptive hole" is just about the entire function of "art" misunderstood as "magical representation". By watching it happen on the silver screen he is making it happen for himself a little, right ? Can there be such a thing as escapism for cockroaches ? Is it a function of cinema ? Do insects dream sometimes ?
The abuse of art, and to get to the bottom of it -- the abuse of representation -- to satisfy the base urges of an entirely subhuman proletariat, disgusting shaved apes unworthy of even being displayed in zoos owing to their trite banality, is simply obscene and in any case scandalous. Practically speaking, Romanian "cinema" 1960-1990 is no better and no different from US television. Same exact crap, but instead of being directed at worthless middle aged women with an incomprehensibly inflated sense of self worth it is directed at worthless young men with an incomprehensibly inflated sense of self worth. Hardly a difference worth the mention in context.
Communist cinema stands for indescribably cringy nonsense, with bad sound tracks that literally lure the girls to my mortification room ("oh, it sounds exactly like 70s porn, what the fuck are you watching ?!"), with horrifying dialogue so stiff and incomprehensibly anti-natural it could have only been spawn by a bureaucracy, with no plot whatsoever. If there's an old dude and a young dude disputing something, you know the young dude's gonna be right. If there's a harem, you know for a fact and will be never wrong : there's going to be a sidekick coming down the road to soak up the spare broad. Maybe a turned dragon, maybe a misunderstood cuckoolander about to get his superpowers, whatever, he's gonna be there. If the hero's being played as young, the sidekick gets the older chick ; if not, vice-versa. There's not even any fridge horror, no spaghetti mess of nonsense. Those'd even be entertaining, after a fashion -- but no such luck here. The whole pile of crap is in point of fact so bad, so utterly, despondently, repetitively, self-identically miserable I can readily believe that notwithstanding what they actually said, the reason Romanians delayed the suspension of the death penalty long enough to shoot Ceausescu on Christmas Day was purely cultural. Guy got shot because his film people made such terrible films for three decades, someone had to be shot for it.
Do not make bad films. You might well end up shot for it.
———Complete with utterly idiotic throwaways like "Nothing ever hurts me" etc. [↩]Technically speaking Romania also made films pre-war, but in this sense the United States also existed before 1900. Puh-lease. [↩]
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Friday, 12 May, Year 9 d.Tr.
Phuctor checkpoint
Because reasons, here's a snapshot of the interesting stuff in Phuctor today :
Submissions: 8`223`355 ; Known Moduli: 5`782`106 ; Moduli Waiting for Test: 1`921 ; Submissions with One or More Duplicate Modulus: 239`328 ; Moduli with Obvious Brain-Damage: 822`426i; Moduli Broken: 1`409.
And now for the details : phuctor_snapshot.html
Note : all the IPs listed as users come from the same 13-14 June 2016 extraction of ssh keys by Framedragger.
PS. If anyone's curious, the solution to the problem is
sed -r 's/((1?[0-9][0-9]?|2[0-4][0-9]|25[0-5])\.){3}(1?[0-9][0-9]?|2[0-4][0-9]|25[0-5])//2g'
-r is extended syntax, s/<pattern>//2g wipes out the pattern starting with the 2nd occurence, and the lengthy gnarl within paranthesises is how you match IPs.
PPS. Of no particular interest -- I managed to witness my first MySql crash while attempting to publish this articleii before settling on the more reasonable solution here displayed. I managed to hose the mysql server in the following manner : first I told it to update every entry in the article table with the 2.7 MB pile of html in question ; then I got bored while it was hosing my database and killed the process, which corrupted the table.
I ended up spending hours trying to repair it, which yielded an elephantine monster consisting of 15 GB worth of null bytes and a further 25 GB worth of verbatim repeats of the same phuctor snapshot. Lulzy, huh ?
Anyway, here's some things I learned from the experience :
If using MySql, always use MyIsam, it's practically unsinkable. If it does somehow get corrupted (which is almost always because you killed the process while it was writing), do not panic.
Check and make sure the partition MySql stores data on has enough space (often - it doesn't, which may make you panic).
Run myisamchk --key_buffer_size=64M --myisam_sort_buffer_size=64M --read_buffer_size=1M --write_buffer_size=1M table_name.MYI ; expect about a minute per GB ; good idea to also make copies. If the index is divorced from the datafile, re-run the above with switch -r. This will fix it.
This is also a good time to optimize the table, sort the indices etcetera.
In conclusion, MySql is an extremely rugged set-up which only the most boneheaded cases of PEBKAC can sink, and even then recovery is quite likely in skilled hands.
PPPS. Most coreutils handle long (10M+) null byte lines extremely poorly. Head, dd, wc etc are all included. Sed simply crashes. Etcetera. I suppose nobody could have predicted.
———TEN percent! [↩]Originally I intended to have the above-linked html file published as regular part of the article. This is not particularily a smart move, seeing how that's large (2.7 MB is above the customary 2MB limit built in all sorts of webserver interfaces and by virtue of unchallenged history into all sorts of mental expectations) and a very poor candidate for dynamicism. [↩]
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Friday, 07 April, Year 9 d.Tr.
Party Monster
I was going to crush this thingi like nobody's businessii, but it does in fact display a certain dainty elegance as a once-removed, meta-propriety. It is however entirely due to the excellent chemistry between the two male actors involved (and to a lesser degree due to the girl's iconiciii submissiveness). It in no way nor to any degree reflects the historical reality of the...
Don't know much about anything, that's why I got this song
One of my legs is shorter than the other n' both my feet's too long
'Course now right along with 'em I got no natural rhythm
But I go clubbin' every night hopin' one day I might get it right
I'm a clubbin' fool, I'm a clubfoot fool
I hear that beat; I jump outa my seat,
But I can't compete, 'cause I'm a
Clubbin' fool, I'm a clubfoot fool
The techno folks all dressed up like they's fit to kill
I walk on in 'n' see 'em there gonna give them all a thrill
When they see me comin' they all steps aside
They has a fit while I commit my social suicide, I'm a...
I got it all together now with my very own house clothes, hey!
My hair's all made in playdo, a pine cone up my popo
N' there's ketchup up my nose
I am really somethin'. that's what you'd prob'ly say
So pop your veterinary medicine but please buy a drink!
Oh god, please, buy something, cuz I'm a
Clubbin fool, I'm a...
I may be totally wrong, but I'm a
I may be totally wrong, but I'm a
I may be totally wrong, but I'm a
Promoter!
The only question that remains as to the "Sad Kids"iv is something along the lines of, "Did the 80s and 90s suck because of these imbeciles ? Or are these imbeciles the necessary result of the 80s and 90s sucking ?". It's not really all that important anyway, thoroughly memory warhole'd as they were. Nobody remembers any of the "American Pop" crap today ; let alone in fifty years. Who cares ?
But the utter irrelevancy of the historical sourcev can be readily cast aside ; as a work of fiction Party Monster works quite well, even though regrettably they do not have the valliance to ravish the slavish teenybopper on film. Something was lost in terms of virility between the prior decade, going from Brando anally raping the teenager to this ketamine-fueled Applebee's version of reality ; the scab left behind where it used to live itches and visually grates.
Nevertheless, Party Monster is easily the best movie any of its cast were ever involved with. Whether that's something or not is entirely up to you.
———Party Monster, 2003, by Fenton Bailey, with Macaulay Culkin, Seth Green, Chloe Sevigny. [↩]Speaking of which, you understand this is exactly what Tucker Max was going for, in his belated, closeted homosexual manner, yes ? [↩] [↩]True to form, the USG police state refused to prosecute a notorious (and confessed) criminal for the greater portion of a year, in the hopes that self-same deranged lunatic might provide them with some convenient lies they might twist in court into "evidence" to falsely convict some club owner they had a hard-on for. Because yes, the whole functioning of the SOPS ever since the collapse of the US republic was all about "gotta get the rich guys". [↩]James Clark, the more promising farmhand in the group is still working on the great american novel, if you're curious. [↩]
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Sunday, 03 September, Year 9 d.Tr.
Party Monster
We already had one by this title. It's not my fault they made two Party Monsters. This one is the orginal, and lesser known version : Party Monster 1998, by Fenton Bailey, with the actual historical characters involved : Michael Alig, apparently interviewed in the most glamorous interiors the penitentiary could fabulously provide ; the actual Cynthia Haatajai ; the genuinely stroke surviving Mme. Alig ; the truly obscenely fat Brooke Humphreys, with that batracian wattle of hers ; the aging clerk of the whole shebang -- all of them coming at you live, in all their sordid, trite irrelevancyii. Documentary style!
I generally don't like documentaries, but here the vehicle is profoundly adequate. How else would we have intuited why exactly Beavis and Butthead chuckle the way they do, or for that matter why they even exist at all ?
Anyway. Suzanne feeds you tea and oranges, same shit for a different generation. Functionally illiterate, that's what it means : complete inadherence to history, so everything has to be re-done all the time for each new crop of innocent cowsies.
———Generally known as "Gitsie". She was a potential witness in Peter Gatien's "racketeering and conspiracy" trial based on fabricated evidence set to begin on January 14th, but was found dead by a roommate at 1129 47th Ave Long Island City on January 12th, 1998. These things happen.
The footage, showing a tired girl without a septum reclining against some cheap imitation-pinewood paneling is valuable because even in her beat-up shape, as a fifty-year old tramp and streetwalker aged 22, there's a fundamental quality that very well conveys -- a warm, loving, caring feminity that was caught outside the sliding doors and drug against the concrete for a few blocks. It's impossible to look at her and not think of Adriana. It's impossible to look at her and not whisper to oneself, "io la conoscevo bene". It's just what it is.
Chloe Sevigny turns out an exceptional cast for this part in the later film. Whether it's research that allows her to convey the same or just sheer luck (or, uncharitably, the trite banality of womanhood that makes them all a reasonable replacement for each other), the artifice is so exquisite as to pass for life. There are no greater accomplishments in the craft -- this, or any other. [↩]Do you understand that the height of this "scene" consists of finally daring to implement the tiredest of barracks jokes, to this day a favourite of migrant agricultural workers and other daring youths of the preoraseneasca milieu ? Really, took a leak in a bottle and had someone drink from it ? Wowza, I totally have to leave Tashkent & Bishkek behind an' go straight to New York for such refinements of elite glamour and fabulous fucktardry.
Such outrageous, I am epatee'd! [↩]
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Monday, 04 September, Year 9 d.Tr.
Paolo il caldo
Paolo il caldoi rather tells the exact story of Malena, except from the converse perspective.
Paolo is not working class Renato. He is the grandson of a Sicilian Baron, not the son of some nameless mortodifame ; and his Malena (here named Giovanna) is not free to come and go as she pleases.
Giovanna is a serva, which in context means a slave. Consequently Giovanna is not free to wasteii her life through the unholy union of a nonsensical rush to not waste it and a thoroughly hallucinated conceit of self-ownership.
Yes Malena needs a man, and she needs him now, and the boy is not a man even if he one day will be. Woe unto her. Giovanna meanwhile puts out for the twelve year old and his friend, and the result is a proper man, such as no Renato, no Renato's father, no nato&renato over and over grand and great-father, no socialist twerp will ever be. In the end, that's all that matters.
The decidedly treasonable Vicario & crew attempt then, after having created a luminous icon of perfection, to use it to forward their inept agenda. Supposedly Paolo "isn't happy", Deus Ex Machina dixit. Supposedly he "comes to realise" that only socialism offers the solutions to life on Earth -- as if somehow he fucking needed any solutions ; as if somehow socialism can ever score above pissing yourself to keep warm as far as solutions are concerned.
This artless attempt falls duly flat, exactly in the manner the handiwork of the stupid poor always has and always will. What's left behind is a credible story of nobility recounted from the noble perspective. Incomprehensible for the lower class, due to commoners lacking a souliii, but without them and their unwelcome "understanding" just as whole as it'd have been with.
Because this is the fundamental meaning of commoner : irrelevancy. With, or without, no sign no significance and no fucking difference.
And soon enough, good fucking riddance.
———1973, by Marco Vicario, with Giancarlo Giannini, Ornella Muti [↩]The English equivalent of the necessary word here, the Romanian ratare, is piddly indeed. Failure stands with it in approximately the same relation fresh prunes stand with pickled jalapenos. There's just no way to express the utter ruin brought about by the incompetent arrogance of the common man. As Ballas would say, "interestingly, and on purpose". [↩]You think the "we're all equal" scum nevertheless have souls ? Whence ? And, more explosively acute : what for ? You don't need souls to be equals, ye dorks. [↩]
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Monday, 06 November, Year 9 d.Tr.
Our everyday rape
This is a translation of Violul nostru cel de toate zilele, which substitutes rape for bread in the original christic prayer, "give us this day our daily bread". The formula is disused in Romanian, and consequently stands out. The whole original text uses somewhat antiquated forms, which stylistical mastery is broadly untranslatable, but you will perhaps note that the prayer is addressed to their Daddy.
I have a confession to make. In my household there are enshrined through tradition two manners of carnal copulation between man (which, to be very clear, means me) and woman (which there are), conventionally known as "fuckingi" and "rape".
When it's with fucking, in general things occur of the nature that sane people (which we are not, to lay it plain, neither me nor the girls) would probably call hardcore, animalic, hot sex, things. It's not an absolute rule, sometimes fucking is consummated in quiet laziness, on the rythms of an old rocking chair while water dropplets make their way slowly on the outer wall of a misty carafeii half filled with lemonade. But generally speaking it's effervescent enough to startle the streetwalkers.
When it's with rape, however, all the dice are cast, quoth Caesar. It's not a matter of handcuffs, ropes, beatings and such (which are a different species of the dramatic genre) but it is with chasings and drubbins of the stiffest persuasion. It's a sort of full contact sport, practically speaking, the speed and the force of the two participants being seriously put to the test. A sort of wrestling, if you must look for a comparable, being that here the result is also known aforehand (after all she also wants my penis inside, or else she wouldn't have been poking herself into me going "aren't you gonna rape me, pleeeeeeeeze?" like a kitten in estrusiii).
As such, I think we're the troop of civillians that best understand the thematic considerations of rape in its practical development. The girls are without a doubt the best informed when it comes to concrete rape of all birdie bearers, given they participate with some regularity. I've recounted all this, I must point out, not out of a sort of livresque exhibitionism, nor out of the perverse pleasure of turning you on while bothering you with my assorted superiorities, perceived by you as such even though they're no big deal.
And now, to proceed to the matter at hand : I can't always manage. At least two of the dozen-plus girls with which I've practiced this amusement at least somewhat for a lengthier period can escape if they wish to escape. Another three-four-five can escape if they wish to escape and get lucky to a variable degree. This means to say that I could rape in the correct and common sense of the term about a woman out of two, from among those who are in consideration.
I'm a young man, I'm in fine physical shape, I carry on the whole body about a spoonfull worth of fat if you were to gather it all togetheriv. On top of all that, I enjoy some further, and considerable, advantages. First of all, the girls wear no knickers, nor anything else whatsoever between the legs. The rule demands the cunt be aerated, and it is obeyed. Secondly, I'm not below tackling a zgitiev in the cleanest rugby style if she pisses me off. I've none of those "don't hit girls" complexes, on the contrary, I'll smack them like potato sacks. You know the English bon mot "It's only funny 'till someone loses an eye. Then, it's hysterical." Something like that.
Nevertheless, I could manage to rape, without aid from the object of my affections, about a woman in two, irl. In domestic practice I generally enlist hounds, "hey, come help me catch that one". If there's two of us hounding the balance inclines and absolutely nobody has any chances of making it away, because we work well as a team, me and my girls. As you would expect, after all. Sometimes I'll enlist the whole herd to aid with a sufficiently hybric slut. Sort-of like it works for goats, come to think of it.
Therefore, you can imagine the shock and consternation laid upon us when one of the girls brought to public knowledge the wonder :
He raped three women on the Zorilor-Manastur road.vi
Hang on, brother, there's problems afoot. So, the majority of women do not wear skirts, but trousers. Denim trousers. The majority of women are the sort of bores that wear bloomers. How the trunk of god almighty did this dude rape three women when I can barely manage one out of two and even then with help ?! General consternation. Scandal, agitation and anarchy, "that's it Mr. P, we're leaving you and going to find that guy", listen to them the rags, after I picked them out from the street, forcibly, after I've beaten them like my own children, after I've undressed and starved and educated them this is the ungratitude I'm being offered! We live in a world without morals and without principles, my lords!
Finally, one of the more creative sluts came up with a possible solution : maybe they were triplets. Which is to say, the man raped a single blob with six legs and three cunts on its surface, which legally speaking was approximated as three women but in practice looks more like an exercise ball on which someone randomly sprinkled limbs, mouths and lips.
I breathe easier (see my dears, that's why it's good to keep multiple women, because even if the whole troop lays siege upon you with revolutionary ideas you'll still find one to help, and one's enough, no more is needed) but this opens a very great theoretical problem.
I'll confess we've sat in conversation until early night with the two of them who are qualified in the profession of law (or whatever, only one's a lawyer, the other's but a student being a goatling yet, but we take her in consideration as an adult because she's not a child, and so she may speak in the forum, ok ?) to establish a simple point : what chances has a defense of raping just once when you in fact raped three legal persons in one physical body ?
And, of course, what kind of impression would such an approach create in the judge, the district attorney, the legal profession as well as the press. Plus comparative study between civil and common law systems, not to mention other considerations connected as well as historical. After which we went and had sex.
That'd be about it. But still... The problem, it remains.
———Ah, I forgot to warn, apparently. Yes, dear reader, this article is with words. If you don't like for it to be with words, the blogosphere (which there is) will offer a large palette of alternative articles with images, moving or standing still. I'm just saying. [↩]If the Jeremy Irons / Nabokov reference wasn't clear you're probably underage and should go play more Larry. [↩]This given as example. [↩]Ah, ou sont les nieges.... [↩]The Romanian word has no known etymology. It denotes in the direct a snake (in the antiquated sense of dragon, devil) and in the (almost always used) figurative a young and very active woman, with great muscular tonus etc. [↩]At the time this was a rather rural walkway going in between two neighbourhoods. It crossed a "forest" (Agronomical Institute experimental plantation) etcetera. [↩]
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Sunday, 02 April, Year 9 d.Tr.
Once upon a time in Cairo
Since real estate's been figuring proeminently in the republican forum these past weeks, here's a humble offering : a rental agreement approximately a decade old. Through it, I acquired the use of a comfortable apartment across the way from the Egyptian Supreme Court, so that when that respectable institution was bombed a week and a half after I left, I could admire the windows of my ex-place laurel'd in char as displayed on local television.
As an added bonus in local flavour, I present to you the ASHOR and things
Can you read Arabic ?
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Friday, 24 March, Year 9 d.Tr.
On trisection, a humble contribution
Because Trilema really does contain everything.
So recent discussion got me to reviewing old texts, wherein look what we find :
Let an arbitrary angle be BOA. Extend OA. Marc AC and CD of same length as OA. Draw parallel to OA through B. Draw the arc DE with center C. Drop a perpendicular from E to OA, call the foot F. Draw the arc FT, with center O. The segment OT will trisect the angle BOA.
You can draw it if it helps, but if you don't need this drawn you probably realise, as Underwood Dudley correctly points out (and unlike other things he incorrectly points out), that it is equivalent to the proposition that sin (A/3) = sin A / (2 + cos A).
This, it must be said, is actually a trisection of the angle. Not in the theoretical sense, of course, but very much in the practicali. Here's what I mean :
In the above graph, the sine of X is drawn in green ink, the sine of X/3 is drawn in blue ink, and the sine of the constructed angle is drawn in red ink. As you can see it lays at variance with the correct value both quantitatively and qualitatively (it's negative when it shouldn't be etc), but nevertheless it's not that far off.
Then again, just going by the unaided eye is also not that far off. Not to mention a protractor (do you know what a protractor is ?) or, for that matter, scissors.ii And besides, the author (which is neither Dudley nor Gardner) will be sure to point out that "the trisection is not intended to be applied to obtuse angles". Perhaps if he were the sort that'd be admitted in TMSR he'd add "or by obtuse people", but regardless, he would have a point : between -0.25 and +0.25 his approximation is actually very close.iii
So then, you have learned an escher-and-compass method for trisection of the angle from Trilema. What now ?
And is it a cult yet ?
———Which is exactly what the word actually denotes [↩]Someone apparently proposed to cut out the fucking angle out of the paper, turn it around in three dimensions such as it makes a cone, trim this cone so as it is a right cone, and then trisect the circular base. Because you see, the resistence of the medium here implemented by the piece of paper will come to our rescue! And the fundamental difference between math and etsy crafts is taught nowhere -- today as in 1917. [↩]And I very much recommend the combined numerical-visual analysis method here employed for general use in general practice in everyday life. Neither Dudley nor Gardner had easy access to numeric machines and so they never discovered this obvious point, but look how easy it makes our life! Just by looking at that graph, and noticing the inflection points, you should readily have three or four approaches to geometrically disprove the included fallacy. [↩]
« MiniGame (S.MG), June 2017 Statement
Mom ? »
Category: Trilenciclopedia
Saturday, 08 July, Year 9 d.Tr.
Now you understand how she feels.
"Do you ever dream ? I mean, do you remember it ?"
"Not really."
"Is it always the same one ?"
"Nah."
"I almost always dream the same thing."
"How does it go ?"
"I'm sitting in your lap, just like now. My hands are clasped behind your neck, and your left hand squeezes my neck now softly, now harder. Your knees are keeping mine far apart. Everyone can see everything. Sometimes you slap my clit with your right, and I wince. The clips are heavy, and they bite into my nipples, which are sore, irritated. Sometimes you pull down on the chain, hard, and it hurts sharply. I have to squeeze my ass muscles on your cock all the time, and it hurts. Sometimes you squeeze, and it hurts even more. My cunt is crying honey, huge tender crocodile tears of nostalgia and regret. It aches emptily, trying to clamp down on something, but there's never anything there."
"Is that it ?"
"No. Everyone I knew comes in, they're always one by one. Teachers from school, Mrs. Schoate, Miss Placzintzik... The girls in class... Mom. Everyone. They get very excited, talk loudly and gesture a lot. Ask me all sorts of stupid questions. I answer, they get ever more aggitated until they become a blur and then they go away. But another one comes. There's always another one."
"What do you mean a blur ?"
"You know, when something vibrates, eventually it becomes a blur."
"What do they ask ?"
"Oh I dunno, the same stupid shit. If I have no shame. How can I be such a wanton. Such a whore. Why don't I think of the future. When am I going to finally be serious."
"What do you tell them ?"
"Nothing, usually. It doesn't matter what you answer. That they should try it before speaking, that they have no shame either which is why they keep making such a fuss about having it, that you can't think about the future or that they never themselves did or anything whatsoever."
"You know that's actually an indicia of health, in its own way ?"
"What is ?"
"That their discourse doesn't change to incorporate what you're saying."
"Good for them."
"Have you noticed it's only women ?"
"Huh ?"
"You said Mrs. and Miss and the girls, and your mother... it's only women."
"I hadn't noticed that. You're right." She pauses, then bits her lip. "Are you going to ascend any of us ?"
"Maybe."
"Are you going to ascend me ?"
"I don't think so."
"Good."
"You don't want to go up ?"
"I don't, no. Could you change me into an animal instead ?"
"What kind of animal ?"
"Oh I don't know... maybe a bitch. A little chihuahua bitch, for instance. I could be five, six months old, barely sexually mature if at all..."
"How do you know when exotic dog breeds mature ?"
"I looked it up. You'd take me by the leash and tie me to a metal pole in this huge courtyard, it would be concrete, but not fresh. Broken up gray old concrete, with moss hanging on and grass growing through. Worn at the edges and crumbling down everywhere. This square courtyard, really large, and all around it would be nothing but dog cages, five, six levels, and nothing but big mean angry dogs, mastiffs and shepherds and dobermans. Hundreds and hundreds of them, they'd be really angry and aggressive and they'd take me on. They'd mount me and rip me up with their disproportionate things, I'd be torn apart."
"Would they fight ?"
"You mean with each other ? No. They'd just take turns, on me, untill I passed out, and after that."
"Forever ?"
"No. I'd wake up, many months later, on a hospital bed. My cunt would be sown together and healed shut, nothing there but smooth meat. My clit gone, too."
"No vulva either ? Just smooth skin ?"
"No, just like now, except no hole. No sensitivity at all. Like a wound, cheloid. You'd never tell me what actually happened, either. In fact, it would never be mentioned again."
"Anything like this ever happen to you ?"
"No, not at all. In fact, you were the first there."
"You weren't a virgin, you know."
"Not technically. Ken saw to that. But otherwise..."
"What Ken ?"
"They had these dolls..."
"You stuck them inside ?"
"Don't all girls ?"
"Maybe half or so. Cream tubes too ?"
"Magic markers, cosmetics, all sorts of things. Veggies."
"Why ?"
"It itched."
"Seriously ?"
"Yes seriously."
"Does it still itch ?"
"Yeah, sometimes. But now I don't want to put things in it. Not smooth things, at any rate."
"You know, Kim asked me if I want her to grow a penis."
"I thought she was Resplenduminous now."
"It varies. At some point she was Tea Leoni."
"Who ?"
"This obscure starlet, some blondy."
"So what did you tell her ?"
"Not to grow one."
"That's not what she told me, you know."
"Oh ?"
"Yeah, she comes to me in my bed sometimes at night. She hugs me and we make out. She's very sweet."
"So what did I tell her ?"
"That sucking her cock actually sounds appealing, but she shouldn't grow one."
"Ha. That's true."
"We tried it once, you know. Long ago. She had one of those attachable penis things..."
"A strap-on."
"Right, a strap-on. She had me put it on and then I tried to mount her. It was pretty fucking ridiculous, we couldn't get anywhere with it. She kept cracking up. Me too."
"I imagine they're mostly for guys. Guys don't actually care."
"You're probably right. Anyway, you clearly understand how I feel."
"How you feel about what ?"
"About using my cunt."
"Oh. For one thing, that was quite transparent from the beginning. And for the other, you really don't have to explain yourself. Not unless I ask you. You're allowed to just... be."
"Thank you, Master."
"Are you ready for the wand ?"
"I'm not."
"Too bad, cuz I'm going to use it anyway."
"Good."
« Damele, dameleee
The Master's Textbook - Why do girls seek you out ? »
Category: Cuvinte Sfiinte
Friday, 29 September, Year 9 d.Tr.
No Such lAbs (S.NSA), September 2017 Statement
S.NSA incoming and outgoing
Incoming
Outgoing
Description
Value
Description
Value
New orders
0.31603061
256 GB ECC RAM boxi
0.0
Hardwareii
0.8
Total
0.31603061
Total
0.8
S.NSA assets
Account
01.09.2017
Net change
30.09.2017
Cash
435.59638731
0.48396939
435.11241792
Tangibles
1.63200161
0.8
2.43200161
Intangibles and goodwill
29.81582278
0.0
29.81582278
Total assets
467.36024231
S.NSA liabilities
Account
01.09.2017
Net change
30.09.2017
Shareholder equity
467.0442117
0.31603061
467.36024231
Total liabilities
467.36024231
S.NSA has a total of 4`737`075 authorised shares outstanding. The total assets per share implied value is thus 0.00009851 BTC. The cash+tangible assets per share implied value is thus 0.00009272 BTC.
S.NSA has Special Stock Warrants outstanding issued as per the IPO agreement, as follows :
#
Fingerprint
Shares
BTC
Par
1
17215D118B7239507FAFED98B98228A001ABFFC7
3`315`952
331.5952
1
2
6160E1CAC8A3C52966FD76998A736F0E2FB7B452
1`421`122
142.1122
1
T
4`737`074
473.7074
1
Miscellaneous
Phuctor bit it, as amply discussed in the logs. Sad days in the Republic.
Other than that, we broadly speaking all but missed the opportunity to consult for S.MG on crypto.
A FUCKGOATS aftermarket is however developing, which is the single, modest granule of smecta in this otherwise bitter month.
What can you do ?
———As amply discussed in the logs, this server went away. [↩]As part of attempting to construct a Republican ISP, we've advanced alf some cash. [↩]
« Nateeee
Eulora boardroom leaks »
Category: S.NSA
Friday, 06 October, Year 9 d.Tr.
No Such lAbs (S.NSA), October 2017 Statement
S.NSA incoming and outgoing
Incoming
Outgoing
Description
Value
Description
Value
New orders
0.0
--
Total
0.0
Total
0.0
S.NSA assets
Account
01.10.2017
Net change
31.10.2017
Cash
435.11241792
0.0
435.11241792
Tangibles
2.43200161
0.0
2.43200161
Intangibles and goodwill
29.81582278
0.0
29.81582278
Total assets
467.36024231
S.NSA liabilities
Account
01.10.2017
Net change
31.10.2017
Shareholder equity
467.36024231
0.0
467.36024231
Total liabilities
467.36024231
S.NSA has a total of 4`737`075 authorised shares outstanding. The total assets per share implied value is thus 0.00009851 BTC. The cash+tangible assets per share implied value is thus 0.00009272 BTC.
S.NSA has Special Stock Warrants outstanding issued as per the IPO agreement, as follows :
#
Fingerprint
Shares
BTC
Par
1
17215D118B7239507FAFED98B98228A001ABFFC7
3`315`952
331.5952
1
2
6160E1CAC8A3C52966FD76998A736F0E2FB7B452
1`421`122
142.1122
1
T
4`737`074
473.7074
1
Miscellaneous
No notable developments to report.
« Entomologykos, a kinda Pseudokynegetikos. It all comes from *ticos.
Paolo il caldo »
Category: S.NSA
Monday, 06 November, Year 9 d.Tr.
No Such lAbs (S.NSA), November 2017 Statement
S.NSA incoming and outgoing
Incoming
Outgoing
Description
Value
Description
Value
New orders
0.0
Clerical expensesi
0.26916256
Total
0.0
Total
0.26916256
S.NSA assets
Account
01.11.2017
Net change
30.11.2017
Cash
435.11241792
0.26916256
434.84325536
Tangibles
2.43200161
0.04219566
2.474197278
Intangibles and goodwill
29.81582278
0.226966892
30.042789672
Total assets
467.36024231
S.NSA liabilities
Account
01.11.2017
Net change
30.11.2017
Shareholder equity
467.36024231
0.0
467.36024231
Total liabilities
467.36024231
S.NSA has a total of 4`737`075 authorised shares outstanding. The total assets per share implied value is thus 0.00009851 BTC. The cash+tangible assets per share implied value is thus 0.00009272 BTC.
S.NSA has Special Stock Warrants outstanding issued as per the IPO agreement, as follows :
#
Fingerprint
Shares
BTC
Par
1
17215D118B7239507FAFED98B98228A001ABFFC7
3`315`952
331.5952
1
2
6160E1CAC8A3C52966FD76998A736F0E2FB7B452
1`421`122
142.1122
1
T
4`737`074
473.7074
1
Miscellaneous
FFA is going to be published on loper-os.org every Friday for the next few months until the material runs out.
———This month S.NSA underwent some miscellaneous expenditure towards the goal of standing up an ISP (included in the figure also a set of 4 Samsung Pro SSDs). [↩]
« MiniGame (S.MG), November 2017 Statement
Various multitudes »
Category: S.NSA
Wednesday, 06 December, Year 9 d.Tr.
No Such lAbs (S.NSA), May 2017 Statement
S.NSA incoming and outgoing
Incoming
Outgoing
Description
Value
Description
Value
New orders
0.09902061
256 GB ECC RAM box
0.38090752
Postage
0.00596838
Total
0.09902061
Total
0.3868759
S.NSA assets
Account
01.05.2017
Net change
31.05.2017
Cash
436.47416218
0.28785529
436.18630689
Tangibles
1.63200161
0
1.63200161
Intangibles and goodwill
28.54830115
0.38090752
28.92920867
Total assets
466.74751717
S.NSA liabilities
Account
01.05.2017
Net change
31.05.2017
Shareholder equity
466.65446494
0.09305223
466.74751717
Total liabilities
466.74751717
S.NSA has a total of 4`737`075 authorised shares outstanding. The total assets per share implied value is thus 0.00009851 BTC. The cash+tangible assets per share implied value is thus 0.00009272 BTC.
S.NSA has Special Stock Warrants outstanding issued as per the IPO agreement, as follows :
#
Fingerprint
Shares
BTC
Par
1
17215D118B7239507FAFED98B98228A001ABFFC7
3`315`952
331.5952
1
2
6160E1CAC8A3C52966FD76998A736F0E2FB7B452
1`421`122
142.1122
1
T
4`737`074
473.7074
1
Miscellaneous
Business as lulzual.
« MiniGame (S.MG), May 2017 Statement
The failure mode of abundance »
Category: S.NSA
Monday, 05 June, Year 9 d.Tr.
No Such lAbs (S.NSA), March 2017 Statement
S.NSA incoming and outgoing
Incoming
Outgoing
Description
Value
Description
Value
New (world) orders
0.297
256 GB ECC RAM box
0.38090752
739-BMIS-203-Ci
0.25619087
Postageii
0.08330682
PL2303HX USB TTL-UARTiii
0.16115839
Total
0.297
Total
0.8815636
S.NSA assets
Account
01.03.2017
Net change
30.03.2017
Cash
437.27269467
0.5845636
436.68813107
Tangibles
8.20505811
0
8.20505811
Intangibles and goodwill
27.78648611
0.5845636
28.37104971
Total assets
473.26423889
S.NSA liabilities
Account
01.03.2017
Net change
30.03.2017
Shareholder equity
473.26423889
0.0
473.26423889
Total liabilities
473.26423889
S.NSA has a total of 4`737`075 authorised shares outstanding. The total assets per share implied value is thus 0.00009990 BTC. The cash+tangible assets per share implied value is thus 0.00009420 BTC.
S.NSA has Special Stock Warrants outstanding issued as per the IPO agreement, as follows :
#
Fingerprint
Shares
BTC
Par
1
17215D118B7239507FAFED98B98228A001ABFFC7
3`315`952
331.5952
1
2
6160E1CAC8A3C52966FD76998A736F0E2FB7B452
1`421`122
142.1122
1
T
4`737`074
473.7074
1
Miscellaneous
We managed the wonder whereby all extant orders have been shipped, March 27th. This marks the happy occasion where we've caught up with the queue, and subsequent orders are most likely going to be mailed same-week, meaning that outside of jurisdictional annoyances you should have your order in your arms within about a week of paying for it.
Considering FUCKGOATS became available to order end-of-November and we've gone through two batches delivering well over a hundred pieces to dateiv, I'd say this isn't exactly the worst launch of an independent hardware shop yet. In fact, we're already 25% of the way towards the interval during which 99% of all new hardware shops go under.v
We're also trying to retain some marketing talent, but so far it seems to be slow going. Nevertheless,
NSA will continue its work, designing and manufacturing the future of the Republic. In the meantime, remember - if you are running a machine without FUCKGOATS, you are running an incomplete machine.
———We had to replenish our dwindling stocks of Faraday cage covers for the RNG.
The fact that we end up paying well over a buck a piece for what in point of fact is a tiny bit of metal is annoying as all fuck. We have plans drawn up to replace the current square cage with a round design (essentially coax cable caps) which would conceivably reduce the cost per unit but has the disadvantage where we'd have to get the pipes cut, and it only makes sense in serious quantity.
It is the sad case of the current state of human industry that thousands of transistors crammed into a tiny bit of silicon wafer cost significantly less than a square centimeter's worth of punched sheet metal, specifically because metal profiles were a solved problem by the 1800s, whereas integrated circuitry was a solved problem by the 2000s. Secular trends would indicate that significant price increases in silicon are a reasonable expectation going forward. [↩]Some jurisdictions are outright extortionate, with the cheapest stamp costing about as much as a FG unit. This promises to become a problem eventually. [↩]We bought 45 USB snakes to plug into the TTL connector. Initially this was evaluated as a $1 apiece sort of item. Turns out the $1 variants are not actually useful (the connection breaks, probably a poor reflow job) and so we're stuck paying more for actually working bits.
We're looking for a cheaper bulk source, not just for the savings but because every single Chinese supplier seems to be supplying a slightly different unit, and the testing involved is getting expensive (although not reflected in these sheets). If you have knowledge of a better source please do not keep your peace. [↩]The first hundred was delivered mid January. [↩]In which vein : we've managed to misdirect about half a dozen units through operator error. The hope is that they will be returned through the normal workings of the mailbeast in the coming months -- but if they aren't they'll eventually figure as a charge. [↩]
« Our everyday rape
The Comfort of Strangers »
Category: S.NSA
Monday, 03 April, Year 9 d.Tr.
No Such lAbs (S.NSA), June 2017 Statement
S.NSA incoming and outgoing
Incoming
Outgoing
Description
Value
Description
Value
New orders
0.04959263
256 GB ECC RAM box
0.38090752
Postage
0.00596838
Total
0.04959263
Total
0.33728327
S.NSA assets
Account
01.06.2017
Net change
30.06.2017
Cash
436.18630689
0.33728327
435.84902362
Tangibles
1.63200161
0
1.63200161
Intangibles and goodwill
28.92920867
0.38090752
29.31608457
Total assets
466.7971098
S.NSA liabilities
Account
01.06.2017
Net change
30.06.2017
Shareholder equity
466.74751717
0.04959263
466.7971098
Total liabilities
466.7971098
S.NSA has a total of 4`737`075 authorised shares outstanding. The total assets per share implied value is thus 0.00009851 BTC. The cash+tangible assets per share implied value is thus 0.00009272 BTC.
S.NSA has Special Stock Warrants outstanding issued as per the IPO agreement, as follows :
#
Fingerprint
Shares
BTC
Par
1
17215D118B7239507FAFED98B98228A001ABFFC7
3`315`952
331.5952
1
2
6160E1CAC8A3C52966FD76998A736F0E2FB7B452
1`421`122
142.1122
1
T
4`737`074
473.7074
1
Miscellaneous
Business as usual. We did recoup what seemed like possibly lost inventory this month.
« Qntra (S.QNTR) June 2017 Statement
MiniGame (S.MG), June 2017 Statement »
Category: S.NSA
Tuesday, 04 July, Year 9 d.Tr.
No Such lAbs (S.NSA), July 2017 Statement
S.NSA incoming and outgoing
Incoming
Outgoing
Description
Value
Description
Value
New orders
0.04957275
256 GB ECC RAM box
0.38090752
Total
0.04957275
Total
0.38090752
S.NSA assets
Account
01.07.2017
Net change
30.07.2017
Cash
435.84902362
0.33133477
435.51768885
Tangibles
1.63200161
0
1.63200161
Intangibles and goodwill
29.31608457
0.38090752
29.69699209
Total assets
466.84668255
S.NSA liabilities
Account
01.07.2017
Net change
30.07.2017
Shareholder equity
466.7971098
0.04957275
466.84668255
Total liabilities
466.84668255
S.NSA has a total of 4`737`075 authorised shares outstanding. The total assets per share implied value is thus 0.00009851 BTC. The cash+tangible assets per share implied value is thus 0.00009272 BTC.
S.NSA has Special Stock Warrants outstanding issued as per the IPO agreement, as follows :
#
Fingerprint
Shares
BTC
Par
1
17215D118B7239507FAFED98B98228A001ABFFC7
3`315`952
331.5952
1
2
6160E1CAC8A3C52966FD76998A736F0E2FB7B452
1`421`122
142.1122
1
T
4`737`074
473.7074
1
Miscellaneous
Extreme weakness displayed on an ongoing basis by the fiat basket would in principle have created some room to consider lowering FG prices.i
Contrariwise, recent breakthrough by NSA engineering allows us to contemplate cutting USG.Xilinx out of the hardware production chain altogether!ii
Consequently : current FG prices are hereby lowered to 0.0395 BTC each ; a second generation FG (Xilinx-free) will at some future point be made available to the afficionado, possibly at a slightly higher price point.
Vorwarts!
———Hey, it's almost paying for itself now, so why the hell not. [↩]On top of baking independent passible NICs, DDR controllers, etc -- the magnitude of this advance will probably require years to actually sink in. Let's just say the USG-less computer is getting ever closer to reality. [↩]
« Salon Kitty and L'Empire des sens
Spies in Berlin »
Category: S.NSA
Monday, 07 August, Year 9 d.Tr.
No Such lAbs (S.NSA), January 2017 Statement
S.NSA incoming and outgoing
Incoming
Outgoing
Description
Value
Description
Value
256 GB ECC RAM box
0.38090752i
Total
0.0
Total
0.38090752
S.NSA assets
Account
01.01.2017
Net change
31.01.2017
Cash
438.03450971
0.38090752
437.65360219
Tangibles
8.20505811
0
8.20505811
Intangibles and goodwill
27.02467107
0.38090752
27.40557859
Total assets
473.26423889
S.NSA liabilities
Account
01.01.2017
Net change
31.01.2017
Shareholder equity
473.26423889
0.0
473.26423889
Total liabilities
473.26423889
S.NSA has a total of 4`737`075 authorised shares outstanding. The total assets per share implied value is thus 0.00009990 BTC. The cash+tangible assets per share implied value is thus 0.00009420 BTC.
S.NSA has Special Stock Warrants outstanding issued as per the IPO agreement, as follows :
#
Fingerprint
Shares
BTC
Par
1
17215D118B7239507FAFED98B98228A001ABFFC7
3`315`952
331.5952
1
2
6160E1CAC8A3C52966FD76998A736F0E2FB7B452
1`421`122
142.1122
1
T
4`737`074
473.7074
1
Miscellaneous
Production on batch 2 turned out to be remarkably slowii ; nevertheless we'll deliver it, probably Feb. Sorry for the delays, and well... see you next month!
Oh, yes, we're also discussing what to make next. I expect it's gonna be cool.
———New year, new prices! [↩]There's an entire saga here, which shall be approximated as follows :
On Jan 10 14:35:39 :
asciilifeform Still fighting with plant, they 'improved' their www and now component rotations in the order form are all fucked. I lack the words to describe this degree of idiocy.
On Jan 26 20:29:30 :
asciilifeform By the way we're rolling, as of 2 days ago, next batch of FUCKGOATS. Estimated mid-feb.
mircea_popescu Cool.
asciilifeform One hell of a mindfuck, they FUCKED the placement! Their 'engineer'. Fortunately i checked before it was too late.
mircea_popescu Made in USA undeniably going away.
asciilifeform More or less. They were wholly ready to put on the voltage regs backwards. Because 'oh noez Customers Find It Confusing To Rotate Components Themselves'
mircea_popescu Engineer eh.
asciilifeform Nuttery.
Now that we understand each other, can you make the shithole great again before absolutely everyone absolutely moves on already ? It's 11:59:50something, you understand ?
[↩]
« The perennial nature of tolerance
A study in nature and incompetent twits. »
Category: S.NSA
Sunday, 05 February, Year 9 d.Tr.
No Such lAbs (S.NSA), February 2017 Statement
S.NSA incoming and outgoing
Incoming
Outgoing
Description
Value
Description
Value
256 GB ECC RAM box
0.38090752
Total
0.0
Total
0.38090752
S.NSA assets
Account
01.02.2017
Net change
28.02.2017
Cash
437.65360219
0.38090752
437.27269467
Tangibles
8.20505811
0
8.20505811
Intangibles and goodwill
27.40557859
0.38090752
27.78648611
Total assets
473.26423889
S.NSA liabilities
Account
01.02.2017
Net change
28.02.2017
Shareholder equity
473.26423889
0.0
473.26423889
Total liabilities
473.26423889
S.NSA has a total of 4`737`075 authorised shares outstanding. The total assets per share implied value is thus 0.00009990 BTC. The cash+tangible assets per share implied value is thus 0.00009420 BTC.
S.NSA has Special Stock Warrants outstanding issued as per the IPO agreement, as follows :
#
Fingerprint
Shares
BTC
Par
1
17215D118B7239507FAFED98B98228A001ABFFC7
3`315`952
331.5952
1
2
6160E1CAC8A3C52966FD76998A736F0E2FB7B452
1`421`122
142.1122
1
T
4`737`074
473.7074
1
Miscellaneous
Production on batch 2 turned out to be even slower than estimated. Nevertheless, the production facility has finally produced proof of the last crate being in the mail. Delivery is expected Wed-Thu, final packaging and testing should not take over a day, after which shipping for the entire swathe of outstanding orders will proceed. Expect consequently your ordered FUCKGOATS unit within your loving arms sometime mid-March. Subsequent orders will be shipped on a ~weekly basis.
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Monday, 06 March, Year 9 d.Tr.