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October 5, 2013

Mitch the cunt

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:59 am

Got a mate, his name isn’t really Mitch, but it ain’t a million miles away… he plays the swinging / fucking / dating sites too, though we tend to move in different circles due to the colour of his skin, or more precisely the colour of his cock.

Cunt made me choke on my beer with two little stories he told me.

First one is thanks to tineye, he finds that this chick he picked up via PoF, where she has one kind of profile, also has a profile on a fucking site, which says quite different things, so he says to her how about sticking your tongue up my ring-piece, and she starts acting all horrified and outrages, so he whips out his smart-phone, pulls up her profile on the fucking site, where rimming is listed as one of her interests.. what;s more it turns out that since he saw her last a few days before she has had a verification on the fucking site as the filling in a MMF sandwich.

He said her face ran through expressions like Hauser’s mask in Total Recall

Yeah, and then she blew up, cursed him every name under the sun and threw his black ass out.

So he was back to the grindstone and gets a message from this skank, and he shows me the profile, and it is all about how she fucking hates liars and dishonesty and shit so just be up front with her about what you want yadda yadda yadda, and then it gets to the bit where she mentions in closing that she has a husband who doesn’t know she is on a fucking site so she can’t accommodate and discretion is expected.

And the final line is “no blacks or asians”, and Mitch’s profile has a handle that starts with the word “black” and has three pictures of various parts of his body, all black… cos Mitch ain’t no milk chocolate type nigga, he is proper Nigerian black.

And he says to me, genuinely at a loss, what the fuck was I supposed to say to her? I literally have no fucking words, so I said the first thing that popped into my head that might put her off, I told her my profile was a bit economical with the truth, as he is actually a pre-op black transsexual.

Next thing he knows, she is calling him Master and worshipping him and talking about their future together, and bombarding him with messages and pictures etc, he tells me he is scared to visit that fucking website now. He is only partially joking.

I choke on beer again.

I guess it was a *lot* funnier for me because I know the guy personally and know the back-story etc. etc. etc, for example Mitch knows the whitey skank only wants his black cock because they see him as somewhere between human and animal and that makes their cunt throb, but for his part he only got into fucking white skanks because black skanks were even more mental and poisonous.

Mitch is my “black eye for the white guy” in shades of queer eye for the straight guy, in some areas, he sees shit I didn’t.

My part of the UK you can walk around and see almost no non white faces, I can go into town and back and literally count the non whites on the fingers of one hand, not so in the cities in the rest of the country, so my town is wholly unrepresentative of the nation as a whole and our cities as a whole, which is interesting when it comes to the demographics of the internet, whether it be a dating site or a fucking site, it all goes into the melting pot.

Except it doesn’t. the only black or indeed non white faces you find on a fucking site are men like Mitch, with the odd very rare exception that is female, and again it is count on the fingers of one hand stuff.

On dating sites the trend is not so obvious, but once your eyes are opened to it you can see the disparity.

It’s not to say that black / asian / whatever chicks don’t fuck around etc, they do, AWALT, but they don’t use dating / fucking sites like white skanks…. if you’re puzzling over why, to Mitch it is as obvious as the nose on your face, these sites are all run by whitey, and no it’s not “racis” he says, with a laugh, when the target it whitey.

Mitch has a mate who I have never met, he refers to this guy as the “Nigerian Eskimo“, guy spent a lot of time living and working trucking in the high latitudes of the Americas, mainly based in Edmonton and Calgary, and guys compare notes, and he tells me the Nigerian Eskimo was telling him if you want a truly fucking frightening experience get involved with all the freaks there living the new “poly” lifestyles and constantly updating /r twitter and their blogs…. he said it was like a lot of insane brains kept in jars doing a stream of conciousness vomit 24/7 and he likened it to an infectious mind plague, not the the surreality that you can sometime get if you wake up to 1/10th consciousness in one of your own dreams, but being 100% awake and lucid in and realising that you are living in other people’s collective dreams, with not a hind of conciousness or rationality anywhere…. apparently the Nigerian Eskimo eventually got so freaked by it all that one day back from a run he walked out the the apartment, left the door open, left all his shit apart from clothes and stuff in there, drained his bank, got in the old Caprice and didn’t stop until he got to Yuma, a year later and he found himself in the UK driving night trunking to mainland Europe and back.

Way Mitch tells it, the Nigerian Eskimo got seriously seriously freaked, as in seeing evil spirits and virally infectious memes spreading, they a’comin to get ya, and he (Mitch) used to laugh at this shit, but this last week, Mitch dunno any more, it don’t seem so funny any more.

Got another friend, was in the town he works last week so stopped by for a coffee and a chat, made me realise something, part of why I like my job is I am in a different place every day, almost never see the same site or the same people twice, but what I realised was that it’s been 7 years or more since I was in any kind of gig where I did see the same people every day, and that doesn’t just mean I’d forgotten how that was, it means I haven’t seen the changes the last 7 years have made to that environment either.

This friend is head of IT with this company, and he is talking like the Nigerian Eskimo, he can’t take it no more, it is changing and evolving, no longer what it was, no longer non toxic, no longer sane, no longer conducive to retaining sanity.

Now I have never met the Nigerian Eskimo, but it strikes me that him and this guy are like me and Mitch, on paper we don’t have shit in common, but on the sideband off the carrier where it counts, oh yeah, there’s all kind of stuff going on, plate of shrimp…lol

“It’s in the fucking can, that’s what you don’t understand” (you have to watch it all)

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October 3, 2013

Living in de Nile

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , — wimminz @ 7:51 pm

Its a thing, being in denial, a thing we all do to a greater or lesser extent.

Obama saying he ain’t shifting, so if the republicrats stick to their guns too the US may default on it’s debt obligations on the 17th….  and…? It’s not like the US *****CAN***** pay off it’s debts even if it wanted to, it is literally underwater, and all a debt ceiling raise will do is the same thing as loaning some sucker who is underwater on his McMansion even more money, so they can make another few mortgage payments…

It doesn’t reduce the margin by which they are ****ABLE**** or ***EVER WILL BE*** to settle the debt they owe…

Of course, this can only possibly end one way, captain calamity, total collapse of the US economy and world war drei, as everyone knows, but, everyone is living in denial.

There are basically two forms of currency.

  1. Fiat
  2. Representative.

When the US$ was backed by gold it was a representative currency, when it gold standard was abandoned it became a fiat currency, and the great think about fiat currencies is you can run the printing presses 24/7

The above statement in red is living in denial.

There is a third form of currency, and it is the sort we all use every day, and that is a purely electronic currency, the few remaining notes and coins are merely fiat tokens of said electronic currency.

An electronic currency doesn’t even need a printing press or ink, just one person to type at one keyboard

10 FOR X=1 to 1000000
20 OPEN $FED_TOTAL_MONEY_SUPPLY FOR INPUT
30 INPUT +1000000000
40 NEXT

You can do that other shit too

10 OPEN $FED_TOTAL_MONEY_SUPPLY FOR INPUT
20 INPUT (DIVIDE BY 1000)
30 OPEN $CURRENCY=”DOLLAR” FOR INPUT
40 INPUT $CURRENCY=”NEWDOLLAR”

(apologies to all the coders for the nonsensical code)

At a stroke I can replace 1,000 “old” dollars with 1 NewDollar.

That wad of used twenties 6 inches high is now worthless, that sweet half a mill stashed in your retirement fund account is now a mere 500 NewDollars

Don’t say it can’t be done.

Don’t say it won’t be done.

Don’t say ANYTHING without looking at at exponential curve, which is what, by definition, interest is, which means interest on the national debt etc etc…..

Two things make that exponential growth ramp up.

  1. Ramping up the rate of interest
  2. Ramping up the amount borrowed

So, by definition,  only two things can pull that exponential growth back to the shallower slopes of the curve.

  1. Lowering the rate of interest
  2. Substituting a much lower amount borrowed.

Lowering interest rates has been done up the wazzoo, you can’t go lower than fuck all.

The only trick left? Yup, divide the number showing the amount borrowed, and by a big chunk, divide by 10 is pointless, unlike interest rates this is a trick you can only pull once a generation, 100 ain’t enough, it will only buy a year or two, but divide by a thousand… now we’re talking.

 

September 29, 2013

A moral vacuum…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 3:19 pm

Few, if any, things in life are binary.

Let us take an act, for now we will forget the issue of whether the act is illegal or not, right or wrong or not, and concentrate just on how it would make us feel, if that act were done to us.

There are two aspects to it;

  1. Do I have the urge, eg does it profit me somehow, or do I have no urge.
  2. Do I have the opportunity.

Item 1 can actually be subdivided, to whit;

  1. Do I have the urge?
    1. Is it legal?
    2. Is it, by my compass, immoral?
  2. Do I have the opportunity?

Let’s say the act is to take a 20 out of your wallet, but, it doesn’t really matter at this stage.

The *one* thing that is binary is;

  1. Do I do it?
  2. Do I not do it?

To a large extent, all that matters to you is do I do it, if I do not do it, the WHY I do not do it doesn’t really have a great deal of bearing upon you.

The lawmakers and enforcers would take the opinion that (from the red text) not only are there almost no cases where 1.1 / 1.a does not play a part, however small,  in preventing me from doing it, that part, however small, is never insignificant, even if for no other reason than pour encourager les autres…

To make this so, YOUR role in the question (in the blue text) is always insignificant, no matter the temptation or provocation MUST be discounted.

Generally speaking I make a pretty good neighbour, I won’t steal from you, attack you, or some such, is this because the law says I must act so, or because of my own internal moral compass?

The answer is my internal compass,  when I was at school I stole something, from a guy who had just stolen something from me, it was called “rough justice”, I admitted it and the head said he had no option but to sack me, though he shook my hand and wished me well, the boy I stole from denied all knowledge of anything except my theft from him, so he was not sacked, and went on to become a figure of note in The City.

So, essentially, we have the difference between the law, and the moral compass, the law will always make an act illegal, no matter what the circumstances, which is what happened with Jeremy Forrest, the teacher jailed for five years.

The moral compass is however subject to the ambient environment, and as such may at times be just, where the law is manifestly unjust and wrong.

Despite being falsely accused of rape by the psycho skank ho ex as part of a child custody battle, not being a rapist, I dunno what makes em tick, is it the power, or the violence or what, I literally have no idea, and despite fucking loads of wimminz with rape fantasies, it is not something that *does* anything for me sexually.

The law, in this case, does not protect a single wimminz anywhere on the planet from me.

Long before it could ever be a factor, my own moral compass shit-canned the whole idea.

It can be argued, since many actual crimes are committed every day, that the “law as deterrent” simply doesn’t work, those who have no moral compunction against mugging pensioners certainly aren’t deterred by the law, in fact the only instances where the deterrent of the law works is in low level stuff, like parking tickets, driving insured, and driving sober, but even there there are those for whom it does not work.

I have never ever ever heard of a murderer (and yes, I have known a few) who saw the law as a deterrent, just another obstacle to be overcome, like the problem of disposing of the body.

So, we have a situation where, if you exclude the low level stuff, for which the law is nowadays arguably a sledgehammer to crack a nut, it basically does not achieve any of its stated goals, and 99% of the civility in society is down to nothing more than individuals with their own moral compasses.

The problem here is moral compasses are firmly rooted in the flux of the ambient environment, when society breaks down, suddenly it is not just your wallet that I might take, you canned goods and your life might be just as appealing.

Unfortunately, in this scenario, the law has ceased to exist.

So, logically, we have a situation where the law cannot exist in a place where the vast majority of the population does not enjoy stability in the ambient environment, thus giving rise to the better aspects of human nature, and allowing the moral compass to function.

Historically we can look at things like the texas ranger and the travelling magister / village headman, they only dealt with the exceptional transgressors, much of human activity did not fall under the auspices of the law.

If we look at modern western society, which historically speaking are right up there on the edge of dysfunction and collapse, we find unprecedented levels of the total manpower and output of said societies devoted to “the law”

Again, in these societies, we see the same things over and over and over, that the law has become so overpowering and far reaching and complex, that it has *dramatically* reduced the scope of the moral compass left to the average man in the street.

Not only can I not steal you wallet, I can’t tell the truth about you because you were born with a vagina, or black, or disabled, and I must give preference to you in all things, and in fact YOU are the one who is not merely entitled to MY wallet, you are entitled to my future earnings for the next 30 years, with no proof of any kind required that said monies go anywhere even remotely near the auspicies under which they were taken from me, eg child care.

It costs around £10 a week to feed a large dog, and it costs about the same to raise a child, everything else is excess.

In my own FRA case the state spent, thanks to legal aid for the skank ho and all the court hangers on and childcare specialists and shrinks and cops and so on, well in excess of a quarter of a million quid, coming to an answer that everyone knew they would get to from the outset, mummy is god.

Karl Marx was WRONG, you don’t destroy the family and alienate men or anything else to destroy a society.

You just make the law so powerful it smothers the moral compass of everyone in society.

Historically, this has never ended well.

How times change.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:43 pm

I just met some stupid skank who is going on a solo backpacking trip to Thailand, she is excited but one part of the deal that gets no thought or attention whatsoever is the flight over there.

When I was a baby it was called Siam, and the flight was three days, not so much because of the top speed and range of the piston powered DC-9 and Constellations and Super Connies of the day, (There were deHavilland Comets too, but not enough to run all the services) basically converted wartime bombers, but it was hugely expensive, so certain minimum levels of comfort and relaxation were required, and of course instruments weren’t that good, the flight navigator had to actually navigate, albeit with RDF assistance, so if you were flying London to Singapore it was two overnight stops in hotels.Air_France,_Sud-Est_SE-161_Languedoc

The alternative was going by ship, I did that once too, 28 days journey time.

You could write a letter, par avion, on thin cigarette paper notepaper, often blue, and the envelopes had a red and blue pattern around the edge, and would take a week to arrive.

If it was really urgent you could send a telegram, that should get there in a day or so.

*BIG* businesses with offices around the globe by the late seventies had the Telex, think of it as a 50 baud point to point SMS.

We had one of the new fangled e-lec-tro-nic transistor (as opposed to thermionic valve) radios, it was a good one, it had a whole twelve transistors inside it, it said so on the front, and you could get long wave, medium wave, and short wave, (for the BBC world service) and of course it was all AM amplitude modulation, nobody had heard of frequency modulation.

We got our first TV in time to watch the moon landings, 425 line VHF band with a tuning dial and variable capacitor just like a radio, black and white of course…lol… and you could tell when any of the neighbours cars points and coil ignition systems needed a service…lol

We got a phone then too, you know, in our own house, in the hallway… I can still remember the number, 811, of course if you wanted to ring anyone outside the town you lived in you still had to dial the operator, (“Whitehall 1212” to be connected to scotland yard) as STD standard trunk dialling or direct dialling hadn’t come in yet, (it actually didn’t cover 100% of the UK until the late seventies) hell, the ability to direct dial local numbers without needing an operator to make the circuit was all new…

You could actually navigate by the phone lines, because the cross trees and insulators were always on the same side with respect to London.GlenTay Train wreck 4

When I went to school you got handed a little book of tables, log, sin, cos, tan, etc That and a pencil and a piece of paper was how you did your workings, if you needed to work faster you could use a slide rule, three digit precision pretty much, but in reality that was enough for most real world calculations.

This was all long long long before you actually saw the first pong game in the shops, or the first LED digital watches, or anything else to do with the silicon chip, which was still a pipe dream.

As a boy from the age of 12 onwards I made *many* solo and unaccompanied journeys comprising of a train from wherever I was in the UK to either Reading or London, grab a bus or a cab from there to Heathrow, find my flight, check in, board it and arrive at a destination half way around the world.

By *many* I mean when the then BOAC started their first jet services in the late fifties, even though 99.9% of the routes and flights were still piston & propeller driven, there were a great many Englishmen working abroad in all corners of the Globe, doing what Englishmen did, building the railways and mines and shipyards and so on, pretty much all ex-servicemen, and of course they all had kids, and so it was quite common for those kids to attend school “back home” and fly out for school holidays, depending on how senior (well paid) your folks were and how much they disliked you, you could get flown out once, twice or three times a year, so you could easily do six flights between London and Singapore for example per year… so BOAC brought in a thing to keep all these little shits well behaved called the junior jet club, I think 7 was the lower age limit, and every flight you got 5 minutes in the cockpit in flight and your little book stamped, and you got certificates at 125k, 250k, and 500k miles…. of course it didn’t take long to add that up, and by the time you were 12 you’d dumped all that crap and the stupid “unaccompanied minor” lapel pin that meant the BOAC staff would look out for you…. do you know where you are flying to little boy, would you like a drink, lol

Tickets and all were of course pre-paid and pre-booked, but looking back I used to carry astonishingly little cash, probably fifty bucks in today’s money.

In theory you could make an international phone call, but I personally had never heard of anyone who had done such a thing, and I knew people who owned and ran fucking huge multinational companies, either my dad worked directly for them or I knew their kids…

I could go on and on and on, but, you get the idea.

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Perhaps, just perhaps, it is because I come from a time when communication was either face to face, or slooooow, you didn’t expect instant gratification, it could take a week or more for the letter to get there, and a week or more for the reply to get back..

So on the one hand I find the whole modern “what the fuuuuuck!!!! I sent the cunt a message three whole fucking minutes ago and I still haven’t had a fucking reply, what the fuuuuuck!!!“ rather amusing and stupid, on the other hand I do come from a time when each communication was considered valuable, so SOME FUCKING RESPONSE would be nice, not some “lol yeah” either, a fucking response, with content and meaning and information.

In part this is because of the modern obsession with “multitasking”, but of course there ain’t no such animal, all there is is “time slicing” and if you find yourself unable to hold six face to face conversations simultaneously or make six phone calls simultaneously or play six games of chess simultaneously, then it really is no wonder that you fail utterly at using a variety of different methods to;

  1. whatsapp person #1
  2. sms person #2
  3. sms person #3
  4. web/mail/portal person #4
  5. email person #5
  6. kik person #6

all the while checking fuckbook and twatter and so on.

If you chop the time slice for any of those jobs below the minimum required to do that stage of that job properly, then you just added to the noise and detracted from the signal for all the rest of it too.

I see this ALL THE FUCKING TIME, particularly with wimminz, but to be fair not a hell of a lot less with guys, they are operating under information overload and as a result the instant you drop off the mental radar you are forgotten.

It is the same process whether you are waiting for an update to a job in a work email or waiting to her from a skank on a fucking site, you just may give more of a shit or be more annoyed by one or the other, because it matters more to you personally at that moment, but, to the other person involved you are just noise that fell off the radar.

You were lost in the immediacy and urgency of the moment.

It’s nothing personal, you fell off her radar, someone else stayed on and got their balls drained.

It’s nothing personal, in fact, that is exactly it, the time slices are cut so thin there is no room left for anything personal, and so the obsession everyone has is with what they do not have, not what they do have.

Apart from an empty belly, I have yet to meet a dog, or any other animal come to that, who spends any time at all worrying about what they do not have, and they are better for it.

I could sit here and make no changes of any material kind whatsoever to my life, and start worrying about what I do not have, including all the hundreds of wimminz that have not sent me meaningful personal communications, and ruin my life by doing so, because I would end up unhappy with it.

Or, I can sit here and be a dog, actually I have everything I fucking need, hell, I have things that were beyond any science fiction to the little boy I once was, and be extremely happy and content with life.

Sure, there are things I do not have, but the lack of them does not detract from what I do have.

The bitch who started this thread off, her “backpacking holiday” will be centred around her fucking iphone, and taking selfies, and updating her fuckbook page, and roaming charges and wifi hotspots and mains charging adapters, and her life is sliced into time slots so thin she might as well have stayed at home and joined Second Life, because lets face it, her first and only real life is passing her by in multi-tasked slices too small to achieve anything of merit.

 

September 28, 2013

When you buy a new Mercedes..

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:52 pm

… suddenly you start noticing mercs everywhere, when you are hungry, suddenly you start noticing food adverts everywhere, etc. etc..

That shit was always there, you just didn’t notice it.

Same thing goes for the red pill, and the part of the red pill that has to do with the everyday decisions that wimminz make, that shape their lives…. that shit has always been there, but you never really noticed it, before it was just an invisible part of the background picture.

As mentioned previously in the dummies guide to what wimminz want, once you swallow the bit of red pill that says wimminz logic functions on don’t want, not want, things can start to make sense, if you let them.

A bit like the old joke about the easy way to confuse an Irishman being to set three shovels against a wall, and tell him to take his pick, one of the “conundrums” I see wimminz face regularly is this;

  1. spend a night with one guy who wants one single wimminz to fuck
  2. spend a night with several people at a party, who want one single wimminz to fuck

Akshully it’s not much of a conundrum, more is better, right, not because more is better, but there is the illusion of potential choice for the wimminz “don’t want” logic, whereas if she picks the single guy, well, she can still choose don’t want, but then the evening is wasted eh… lol

The conundrum comes afterwards, when they went to the party and did don’t want to the whole party, and the single guy says you shoulda chosen to spend the night with me, and she says yeah, and the single guy says what are you gonna do about that then bitch?

And she will say “I dunno”

And she doesn’t, because “don’t want” logic works the opposite way around from male “want” logic.

Now, I want to mention something, and that something is the availability and quality of toilet paper in Ghanzi, Botswana.

WTF?

If you think of your brain as a CPU, until I mentioned that little fact, you had devoted a total of 0 CPU cycles to that subject, and so when I raised the subject you were all WTF, and prety much dismissed the entire subject from your brain, no more CPU cycles devoted to thinking about it, instead allocating a few to see what the fuck I was going to say next, by way of explanation.

If I talk about motorcycles, or sailing, or rock music, or milling machines, or any other subject, I am only ever talking to a proportion of the male population.

If I want to talk to all of them, all I have to say is something along the lines of “There is this girl, you know, 90% of what she is and what she is about is fucking great, but man, that 10%, you know she will not stop doing this crazy shit that is fucking up her life and ruining her kid’s future options, and I’ve talked to her and she knows this shit and knows I am right, but she just won’t stop.. WTF?”

Instantly 100% of men hear what I am saying… and start thinking, eg devoting CPU cycles, to thinking about a wimminz, if only she would change, stop doing this, start doing that, yadda yadda yadda.

Unlike the botswana bog roll, you *are* devoting CPU cycles to the conundrum of the wimminz, and THIS IS A COMPLETE FUCKING WASTE OF YOUR BRAIN AND TIME.

People do what they are gonna do, wimminz particularly.

You can’t change the fuckers, help them, save them, educate them, look after them, care for them, influence them, any of that shit.

The red pill here is how many CPU cycles are being devoted to wimminz, and what they want, what they need, what they should do, etc.

I want to tell you two small true stories.

wimminz #1

I have fucked her on and off, she was good enough at it and otherwise obedient and amenable enough, that I made her my standard offer, put me in change and I’ll let you become my own personal slut, and as a by product your life generally and the future outlook for your womb turds will improve dramatically.

Needless to say while deciding what to do (lol, see previously re don’t want logic) she decided one night she didn’t want to talk to me and wanted to fuck someone else, and then lied to me about it.

Fine by me, your life, your choice, as I said to her later, she asked if I hated her, said no, don’t care enough to hate, and you were a slut before and another ten or a hundred cocks ain’t gonna change that any, so I’ll fuck you again, but that offer of being my own personal slut, that’s history bitch.

I’ll fuck her again, only a matter of time.

wimminz #2

Unlike wimminz #1, this one decided she wanted me, s in she didn’t want to not have me, so we fucked now and again, and a year or so later it dawns on her that she isn’t making any progress with me in transitioning from being a fuckbuddy to a relationshit, so it is toys outta da pram time and she find herself another guy.

Now this is all violins and roses and romance and soul mates and all that crap, the full on top fuel dragster start from meeting the guy to cohabiting within a fucking week, and everything is fucking wonderful. According to his words and texts etc. this dweeb is *totally* into her.

This is what she always wanted, right. … right… riiight???

Well, no, last week she calls me, “for a chat”, I put it to her, and call her a liar when she denies it, until she admits it, that what she wants is my cock. I don’t give it to her.

Two days later she calls me, her day off, he is at work, she is having a new dishwasher delivered and some nonsense about some tool / spanner / thingy that can’t undo some connection thingy so she can pull the old one out for when the new one arrives.

I tell her, you just want me to come over there and fuck you, because you know if I do come over there I will fuck you.

She dissembles.

I push the point, and she admits that I only have to say the word, and she will kick the love of her life out and “be mine again”…

I decline to go over and fuck her.

She dissembles about “cheating” on this guy with me, it’s OK to kick him to the kerb to fuck me, it’s OK to let him think he is the love of her life while craving my cock, but apparently it is not OK to fuck me while she is still with him,

I tell her you cheated on your ex’s… she dissembles.

I’ll fuck her again, it is only a matter of time.

So, two small true stories, both running concurrently to one another, both these wimminz are MOTHERS who are supposed to be putting their fucking kids first….

I devote zero CPU time to em, except;

  1. when my cock is actually wet inside them
  2. when they message me as part of the process leading up to item 1
  3. when comparing an entirely different wimminz actions, by way of reference.
  4. when illustrating a point, such as here

The rest of the time I am quite happy to devote my CPU cycles to idle, watching flowers on the wall and captain kangaroo, or playing video-games on my noo pee cee, or just fucking chilling.

The one you have to watch, as a man, is item #2 on that list.

It is all too easy to cross the line from casually batting the ping pong ball back in their faces, to actually giving a shit and trying to win that game and attain the goal at the end of it, some new cunt to pump.

While we are on the subject, I also devote zero CPU time to consideration of my own life from a blue pill perspective, have I achieved anything, am I successful, do I have a great career, etc etc.

It is lunch-time on a Saturday and I haven’t even got dressed, haven’t tidied or run the hoover around, haven’t done any of the 20 jobs on the back burner, this is me time, chill time, played a little skyrim earlier, caught up on work emails and shit for next week, typed this crap, drank coffee, smoked some.

Now I’m going to install and play Far Cry 3 at max gfx settings, just because I can.

And like bo peep, all those skank ho’s out there that I have exchanged the odd ping pong message with and are on the possibly list, well. they’ll take care of themselves, they’ll come through or not, on the day they decide they don’t want to not have my cock any longer, wagging their tails behind them, and the best way to make that happen is to devote zero CPU cycles to it.

 

 

September 27, 2013

I was stunned into paralysis. I had no words – this never happens – and I just felt short of breath

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 7:40 am

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2434172/Quin-Woodward-Pu-Sought-revenge-guy-dumped-dates.html

September 24, 2013

Father of child who lay dead in cot for two years ‘rang social services about his welfare but was told it was a private matter’

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 5:01 pm

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2430366/Hamzah-Khans-father-rang-social-services-boys-welfare-told-private-matter.html

September 22, 2013

Nooo Peee Ceee – Final

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:56 am

OK, brain dump time..

Almost invariably these mobo’s like the PX79XPRO have in addition to the Intel X79 sata ports some others, in my case Marvell, but you find Highpoint etc too, and these are always used for software raid.

  1. Never use software raid, never, ever, ever, if you want a raid set up go out and spend the bucks and buy a pukka LSI or Adaptec card.
  2. Never ever use these ports for anything except “last” when all the other sata ports are full.

Software raid is like fucking a bloated bitchy entitlement pwincess skank, hardware raid is like fucking a hot 16 year old slut with a great body who worships your cock… so the moral here is unless you have used hardware raid you don’t know shit about how raid is supposed to look and feel and perform.

When doing a new build;

  1. set up the bios
  2. with NO network cable installed (network hardware possibly wont work anyway without the drivers) install winders flavour of your choice
  3. make a folder called “Drivers” on your HD, make a new folder inside this for your drivers CD‘s, mobo, gfx, etc
  4. copy the entire contents of each cd to the appropriate folder
  5. go to control panel > device manager, look at all the hardware without drivers, work your way through it updating the drivers and telling it to browse to the “drivers” folder and search sub-folders, if it can’t find one, move on to the next.
  6. repeat #5 with the aid of another PC, Google and the hardware makers website support / download section if required.

Basically the idea here is to install the drivers, not all the bloatware and crap that using the cd in auto-run mode will install, Asus, like everyone else, are cunts for this… the reason for unplugging the network cable is you want the manufacturers drivers, not Microsoft ones via MS update.

If the drivers asks you to reboot, LET IT, don’t be tempted to save time by whacking half a dozen in before rebooting…

You need ALL the drivers sorted before going any further, or even thinking about installing software or testing your PC for speed or reliability.

On another PC, go to ninite.com and tick all the stuff you want, click get installer, save to a USB stick, put on new build. It will be a tiny file, 300k or so in size.

Then you can connect the network cable and run the ninite exec, and let the background winders update.

Prior to doing all this, at the build stage, hot air rises, so your fans should promote this, my build has a 120 mm fan low at the front of the case drawing air in, and a 120 mm fan high at the back of the case expelling the air, creating a good flow path through the case, the big noctua HSF is angled to work WITH this flow, not against it or across it.

Always “offer up” the motherboard before installing it, personally speaking I place the mobo on something soft but firm, a clean dish towel laid on a table is fine, then install the following;

  1. CPU
  2. HSF
  3. RAM

and then install that into the case… this can make some screws awkward to get at, but a tiny dab of grease or Vaseline on the end of the screwdriver will hold all those screws to the screwdriver.

Don’t cable tie and tidy your cables away until after you have checked nothing is fouling or pulling on anything else, and that the build is basically working.

Don’t force anything, even though everything is within spec, you can get situations where some shit just don’t fit, that big Noctua HSF just fouls the side on lots of cases, because those cases go outside spec and put windows or dished centres or grilles or fans and crap in the side door, stop the build and go and buy a proper fucking case.

Once your basic PC is built and sorted, you have your windows updates done, via ninite you have your a/v software (I like !Avast) in, and you have some basic utils, NOW IS THE TIME to ensure you have a good system restore point, and set up backup, ideally to a network location such as your NAS, if you don’t have a NAS box yet, use your old PC to build one.

NOW you are ready to install your software, and start with the shit that is going to stay on there longest, so, no matter how much you are itching to try GTA-V on that baby, Office comes first.

Everything installed and working, one last job…

  1. right click the disks in my computer and select properties > disk cleanup
  2. hopefully you grabbed auslogic defrag in ninite, so do a full defrag and optimise, yes, even on an SSD on a new build.
  3. do a full, in depth a/v and malware scan.

Good to go..

September 21, 2013

Nooo Peee Ceee – part deux

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 8:07 pm

Ok, so lets start with some pix..

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You see this is the thing I like about the Noctua HSF, although it comes with dual fans you can remove one and it is still a kick ass HSF, taking the maximum possible volume between the banks of ram, gfx card and the case panel.

Because I bought good spec, and because I attached the two Vector SSD’s to the Intel sta3 ports and not the Marvell ones, and because I wasn’t daft enough to stripe them, one click on the inbuilt motherboard easy tune and you can choose between fast and very fast, where fast is 100% stable and within limits for everything, in my case an instant 25% overclock… 4.875 GHz.. this is rock stable and air cooled and fucking silent, but most of the time the cores are running as low as 1.3 GHz doing lowly shit like firing up office or simply unpacking an archive…. the RAM is of course overclocked by the same amount.

My archive test file / folder was 4,710,951,556 bytes in size and contained 2,941 Files and 119 Folders, and it wwas basically a backup copy of the internal storage of my mobile, so *every* imaginable kind of file in there, movies, music, photos and of course the entire android / dalvik OS for the phone itself.

Decompressing it takes 31 seconds.

Compressing that to a new archive with normal compression works all 8 (or if you prefer all 4 dual cores) processors at around 75% utilization and 90% clock … for 2 minutes and 29 seconds.  Compressed it is a 4.18 gig rar

If it set it to maximum compression in takes 2 minutes 35, and gives a 4.07 gig rar.

If I set compression to store, eg none to speak of, it takes 17 seconds, and gives a 4.38 gig rar

Now I could have sat here and talked about playing Crysis 2 at 1920 x 1080 on a 46″ screen with every possible graphics setting set to the highest possible setting and the whole think being silky smooth and gorgeous, but really, if that sort of thing is all there is then buy a fucking games console.

HD Tune Pro is giving me max / min figures of 359 / 293 megabytes/sec for both SSD’s. They should be the same, they are identical. This is the Benchmark test by the way, closest to real world, I could have quoted the random seek for a 8 megabyte file test, which gave 509 megabytes/sec.. the image below / right is actual from this box and test series.

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As for noise, I can hear the battery electric clock in the bedroom (I’m in the lounge) tick, but the only way I can hear any noise at all from this thing is by putting my head behind it, and I can then hear the gentle sigh of the exhaust fan… or by putting  CD/DVD in the drive.

Main-board is 38 degrees and CPU is 36, CPU fan is doing 580 rpm, the two chassis fans (both 120mm) are doing 690 and 770 rpm, ambient in here with the heating on is about 23/24.

This, to me, is the result of the ethos described in part one, FUCKING silent, FUCKING cool running, FUCKING stable, FUCKING fast

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September 20, 2013

Noo Pee Cee… part one

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:08 pm

Before rabbiting on about swinging dick components and suchlike, I think it is worthwhile to discuss the philosophy and thinking behind selecting them, as not everyone is the same.

The *current* main PC is now about 6 years old, an old socket 775 Core 2 Duo on A-bit X38, which over the years has has some swapsies upgrades of GFX card, disks and finally SSD.

Six months ago it quite happily played Skyrim at 1920 x 1080 on the 46″ screen with everything turned on.

Before that the main PC was an Pentium 4 @ 3 GHz.

Before that I can’t remember for sure.

Before that a 300 MHz slot 1 Pentium

So you can see I have a refresh cycle that isn’t that frequent, so each upgrade is a real one, rather than incremental.

I have always allocated the budget as being 25-30% on the mainboard, 25-30% on the CPU, and the remainder on the remainder.

I have always stayed a step or two away from the best possible available at any price components.

I have always favoured Intel CPU’s, and have always tried to buy on the tock cycle (Intel does tick tock where tick is a new architecture and tock is the revision of that) unless I was going to build at the end of a tock cycle.

I have always been *extremely* fussy about mainboards, quality and exceeding all the specs being everything, whizz bang go faster stripes and shit being nothing.

I never overclock.

I never use stock heatsinks.

I always use sealed steel cases of decent quality, nothing with windows or tons of grilles to let dust in and noise out.

I always build tidy and pay great attention to thermal rejection and internal airflow etc.

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So, start as always with the motherboard, it’s got to be an intel, so really a choice between two sockets, and for me socket 2011 is a complete no brainer, it is more future proof than 1155.

A-bit are no longer with us, and it is a main PC and not a server, (if it was a server it would be Supermicro or Intel) so pretty much to my mind that means Asus.

Asus do quite a range of X79 socket 2011, and as usual I avoid all the “gaming” models and the base model, which leaves you a choice between two versions of the PX79PRO, the standard version or for 40% more the so called workstation version, and frankly I can’t see the justification for the extra bucks.

Mobo sorted, let’s move on to CPU.

Socket 2011 I can choose between Sandy Bridge, Ivy Bridge, or Xeon, only *significant* differences between the i7 range and the xeon range is xeon’s are multi cpu capable, and have potentially more cores… up to 12 at present, double the i7 which comes in 4 or 6 core flavours at present.

Multi CPU capable is pretty pointless, but I can at some point in the future when prices have dropped put a “twice as powerful” CPU in.

So “tock” is Ivy Bridge, and the 4 core 4820k Extreme it is, why not six cores, because I am not going to install triple GFX cards, and that is the only justification for the extra cores at present… desktop software *still* isn’t multi-core optimised beyond 2 cores per process… and anyway the 4 core 4820k appears as 8 cores to the OS etc.

HSF, Noctua D14, because as HD used to say back in the seventies, anything else is less…

RAM, well thanks to going for a X79/2011 mobo we have quad channels, so let’s feed that bitch, 8 sticks of 4 gig DDR3 with a base spec of 1866, which is the fastest *standard* timing the mobo supports, and since anything more than 4 gig is invisible to a 32 bit OS it has to be a 64 bit OS.

Mass storage, always the bottleneck, SATA3 maxes out at 6gbit, and a *good* SSD can fill that, but any system is slowed down by having a slow hard disk fitted internlly anywhere, so dual 256 GB OCZ Vectors, mass storage is on the NAS box on the gigabit LAN, so I have 8 TB of storage 40 feet away on a gigabit connection, 1000 mbit / 8 = 125 mbytes / sec, but being realistic spinning mechanical disk doesn’t average much more than 60/70 mbytes sec overall, so sticking it on the end of gig-e doesn’t slow it down any, and not sticking it on the mobo direct attached doesn’t slow down the SSD’s.

PSU is modular by choice, much tidier, better airflow, and buy em by weight not output, so a 600W Corsair CXM will do the job… yes it is enough, GFX and CPU between em use a max of 350 watts, and switch mode PSU’s work better at a decent loading, same as a diesel.

Which only leaves GFX, and I was simply going to swap the very capable Radeon 6850 (itself an upgrade from an earlier Radeon 3850) from the old main PC to the new one, then I thought, meh, fuck it, ships, spoiled, ha’p’orth or tar, and grabbed a Radeon 7870, but made of point of buying an Asus to match the mobo and a Direct Cu model to cut fan noise and improve cooling etc.

The case itself is a bog standard Cooler Master Silencio 450 midi tower job.

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Hopefully, you can see the workings here, and the philosophy applied to this build was exactly the same as all the others, choose the mobo first, and carefully, it is the backbone of the system that you are going to be using in my case for the next 5 years or so, and everything else more or less chooses itself by compatibility with the mobo, and with my general ethos and rules of thumb.

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Part 2 I’ll deal with the build, OS selection (7 or 8.1) and real world use and speeds…

In my experience one of the better speed tests is to grab an archive of around 5 gig of multiple complex files, I usually use something like a rar copy of backup of the internal storage on my mobile, and pack and unpack it on various drives at various compression level settings from “store” to “max”…

On the current Core 2 Duo Q6600,  even on the internal SSD, because it is an early sata interface on the old X38 mobo, this is *usually* a disk bound operation, depending on rar settings.

More CPU intensive stuff is more complex, because you have to differentiate between the CPU bogging down, and the CPU being starved by the RAM.

I should also state at this point that one of my policies (hence the never over-clocking, always using quality components, always building tidy and watching cooling) is that the fastest PC is one that never ever ever crashes.

I don’t care how fast your immersed in liquid helium cooled overclocked to a motherfucker PC is, if, for example, it doesn’t stay up and stable long enough to finish that level in the game or convert that video or compress that archive, then it is useless to me…. my Core 2 Duo is faster…

In terms of money here we are talking £1,200 UK Pounds Sterling for the bits, which is not beer money, but if you build properly and each build gets 5 years use like mine do, then per year or per day it really isn’t very much at all.

The build I am doing is a loooooooooong way from the ultimate that could be built, I did one of these for a customer about 6 months back, a single full tower case containing a single PC running win7 pro, and the parts list came to a shade over £20k…… £3k worth of GFX cards, £14k 3.4 Tb PCI-E SSD 2.8 gb/sec read write, £2k CPU, the fucking thing was and is unbelievably fast, but the guy is editing “4k” video, so it has apparently already paid for itself.

But, the build I am doing is about as far as you can go and still be “sensibly” spending money, go any further and you find yourself in the land of diminishing returns per buck spent….

Cut back on the budget 20% and you’d lose more than 20% of the performance.

so, watch out for part deux.

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