The Ferrous Scrolls

Kahuna and Gadget acting crazy:

This week, I bought a few new domains.  In one case, I probably did a good deed because domain extortionists would probably have bought it and screwed the company that actually owns the idea out of some money.

As of couple of days ago, I’m now the owner of ChickenSoups.net, SteviaRecipes.net, and NeoKobePizza.com.

In the early days of the internet, people bought domains because they had a message they wanted to send.  Now, way too many are just sitting on domains that they don’t use, and have no real intention to.  They figure they’ll buy them up, sell them, and make a lot of money.

Someone should tell them that this bubble has burst since long.  Now, if you’re sitting on a domain that violates someone’s copyright, and you’re not promoting them sufficiently, they’ll just sue you.  If you are promoting them, then it’s all good and they’ll usually let you keep it unless their lawyers are bored.

Once I saw that the Neo Kobe pizza trend was making a comeback, I decided out of curiosity, to check to see if the domain was available.  To my surprise, it was, so I felt the need to buy it.  If Konami wants it, they can have it.  For the meantime though, I’m glad I kept one more good domain from getting jacked by some jerk who wouldn’t use it to its potential, and would keep it from the company that technically owns the idea.

Speaking of which, I hope that Konami makes a deal with someone to produce frozen pizza that comes with soup.  It would be cool to see a frozen pizza that comes with a bowl of ramen or miso soup attached to it, or maybe keep it all “just add hot water” and have a pizza cracker attached to a bowl of instant soup.  That would probably fly off the shelves.

Anyway, I have a lot of work to do, and I hope it leads to more good things.

I think that maybe I’ve accidentally misled some people about myself.  I am not losing weight to be more mainstream acceptable.  I am not trying to get my “groove” back.  It was never lost.

I’m losing weight and lifting weights to get my enforcer body back.  To give you a glimpse into my hopeful future, I’d like to intoduce you to my thickspiration: Monica Martin.

Here’s a video of a moment with her on Miami Ink, a reality show about a group of tattoo artists:

Just so we’re clear, it is not my goal to look exactly like her.  I think her bodyfat percentage is probably hovering around only 12-14% and I’m too old to be trying to do that safely.  I do however, respect her because she has the “Amazon trifecta” of strength, size, and agility.  These are things I consider important in a sexy human, and am working on mastering for myself.

So enjoy the show, and please everybody don’t mistake me for someone in pursuit of Barbiedom or the attention of couch potato mass appeal again.

According to CNN and Dr. Kanazawa, being smart makes men more inclined to be monogamous and yet somehow more liberal and atheist.

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Sorry, but I have to call bullshit on this one.  If a guy is more intelligent, liberal and atheist, he should be more likely to be polygamous or some other flavor of “deviant” (in a good way usually).

Anytime someone wants to make you feel bad for being an oddball, remember what you’re about to see here:

About the Fort Hood Shooter, Nidal Malik Hasan, his imam, Faizul Khan says,

“On a form filled out by those seeking spouses through a program at the mosque, Hasan listed his birthplace as Arlington, Va., but his nationality as Palestinian, Khan said.

“I don’t know why he listed Palestinian,” Khan said, “He was not born in Palestine.”

Nothing stood out about Hasan as radical or extremist, Khan said.”

Oh really?

Okay, say I’m the preacher at the local church, and one of my parish lists his nationality as Dixie, and runs around praising the KKK as heroes.  If and probably when they do something insanely violent, when the media comes to me asking if he seemed like an extremist, what do you figure I’d say?

Yes.  Yes I knew the guy was a nutbar, and that it was probably only a matter of time before something happened.  I’m surprised that when he began his killing spree, he didn’t come to my office first, because I took him aside on numerous occasions and tried to explain to him the dark direction his beliefs were taking him in.

Imams, priests, preachers, study leaders, spiritual counselors, and nurturing laymen, we can do better than this.  We must do better than this.

Since Roissy told me to shoot myself, I’ve been reading the site occasionally, but not commenting.  I like some of the guys who comment there, who often have constructive things to say.  Some don’t often have much constructive to say, but it’s instructive on the minds of men.  Since nobody knows men like men, it’s good to have sites like Relationships @Blog-city and Roissy in DC (comments are more interesting than the main posts) to keep us girls with religious dads aware.  Some things our fathers can’t really talk about, and/or don’t have much experience dealing with.

One thing my dad did try to teach me, that I of course had to learn the hard way, is about not throwing one’s pearls to the swine.  Silly me, I was on a mission to try to save westerners from psychosexual annihilation.  I kind of still am, but only those who are looking for it.  I don’t go reaching out anymore.  I’m Google beloved enough that if someone is looking for me, they’ll find me…and nature comfortable enough to accept that there will be very few who look.

So today, rather than breaking my dead-to-roissy status, I’ll observe and comment from afar, on an easily browsable example of why it’s not a good idea to take advice on love or even pickup artistry from wannabes.  I know some of you out there think I’m going to get on his case specifically for talking trash about his target du jour, Lady Rain, but that’s not what’s going to happen.  He’s allowed whatever opinion he likes on whoever.  He doesn’t like her, and he doesn’t have to.  I’d be the last person to argue that someone should like someone they don’t, or that they should pull punches when they are offended.

Thing is though, one’s method and delivery indicates more about one’s own personality than that of the person they’re “attacking”.  The idea, when handing out any kind of verbal or textual smackdown for which the prize is greater influence, is to make yourself look more credible, and the opponent, less so.

In this case, Roissy utterly and miserably failed.  I am sure however, that he would argue otherwise.

A bit of backstory, like most women, she doesn’t seem to understand the nature of game.  Women’s sexual attractive power is mostly based on looks (whatever’s attractive/popular in a particular culture), and their relationship attractive power on social convenience.  So basically all a woman has to be to get laid is available, laid well is popular looks, and married socially convenient apparently regardless of looks.  In the west, since the whore/wife requirements are overly overlapped, character means very little until something goes wrong.  Since most people are not very independent thinkers, it means little even then.  Men and some Lesbians will make the same mistakes repeatedly, and not understand why they are suffering for their stupidity.

Women don’t seem to get this.  Beauty is their most important asset in securing a mate, with scarcity running a close second.  Since women’s perceptions are less easily manipulated by society, their preferences are still for men who display classically masculine traits.  In order for a heterosexual woman to break away from that aspect of her nature, she would have to fully distance sex from reproduction.  Men, especially weak ones, are more easily able to do this, so their perceptions of beauty are more malleable.

Women don’t generally understand game because both the mechanics and the stakes are different.  It’s not usually a problem unless a woman is overly vocal about her opinions on a side of the gender spectrum she doesn’t live in.  It also doesn’t help when the “men” she’s talking to are almost as far from manhood as she is.

Unlike myself, Lady Rain has no sympathy for the weak.  In a way, that’s unfortunate but admirable at the same time.  I sometimes envy certain women their naivete, and wish I could have afforded some of that.  However, I’ve never been socially a “hottie”, so those types of experiences would not have suited me as a well aging plain Jane wolf.  Graciousness, for me, is a matter of survival, whether I’m politely fending off drunk cubs, or pummelling the face of someone who stepped out of line.  Nobody gives a crap about my feelings aside of anger unless they’re my equals or above.

So Roissy’s reaction to me was that I should die.  I don’t deserve to live because I am not useful to him sexually, and I don’t pity myself for not being so.  I rather pity him because he is not sexually useful to me, but insists that he (along with his fellow mediocre masses he likes to call “the overwhelming majority” :: p.i.m.m. ::) should be so, regardless of his relative unfitness.

His reaction to Lady Rain is to accuse her of being a porn actress (implying  that she is a slut) and insult her son because he feels disrespected by her disagreement with him.  I don’t know her well enough to say, but from my observations it seems that just as I am intellectually and WTP out of his league, she is all that and slim.  Thus, having a key trait that is within the “overwhelming majority’s” preferences, her disagreement with him has more sting, even though her comments were perhaps less knowledgeable on game, but no more inflammatory than others.

People react not in proportion to offenses, but in proportion to the impact of an offense.  It is pitiable, in my opinion, for a heterosexual male to feel that disagreement warrants such an extreme reaction.  Disagreeing with him apparently makes him feel less worthy to live, and makes him feel exposed as if he is having his shame paraded in front of others.  A man, regardless of orientation, should not be so carried away by his emotions.

She disagreed with him.  It’s his blog.  He can disagree with her.  He can tell her she’s ignorant of game, doesn’t know what she’s talking about, and should consider silence until she does unless she has a specific question.  He could tune her out, or do as he did to me, and put her on moderation.  (I still don’t know why he lies about that when everyone knows.)

I do hope that the next time he delivers a “smackdown”, he doesn’t use a boomerang.  I winced when I saw that post, not for her, but for him.  Poor guy.  I hope one day all the game literature actually starts to kick in, and he learns how to refrain from letting himself get goaded into a sissy fit.

The porn actress is not her, and doesn’t look anything like her.  She looks like she could be a relative from Puerto Rico or something, but that’s due to an only slight resemblance.  So aside of the sissy fit nature of the post, he has shown himself to be so easily socially manipulated as to actually fall for the oldest internet sycophant yes-call in the book: comparing one’s opponent to a porn actress with only slight resemblance.

It hearkened back to the old days on Usenet when people posted photos of many overweight Black porn actresses, saying that they were me.

Well, Lady Rain, welcome to the internet.  Get used to it.  There are alot of pathetic excuses for maleness out there posing.  When you encounter them, leave them some dignity, and leave them to their delusions before they confirm their wussy nature.

It’s what I did, but I suppose you can’t save a person from their nature.  Eventually, this was going to happen to someone.  Better you than someone who was less of a woman.

Heheheheh…today I earned a great honor.  The infamous DC area blogger Roissy told me to shoot myself in the head because I had the gaul to say that any self disrespecting gold digger with stars in her eyes would consider him a step down from Anthony Kiedis (or any other “rock star”).

Yeah, I even avoided pointing out that the actual style of music Red Hot Chili Peppers performs is funk.

Again, I inadvertently hit one of the bBN (beta by nature, not accident of social hierarchy) landmines.  I’m so unused to dealing with them that I forget sometimes that even when claiming to be living banners of brutal honesty, that is restricted to honesty that doesn’t remind them that dominance is a martial art.  Nobody gives a crap what color your belt is except the kids in your class.  On the street, there are no mats to break your fall.

…and now he’ll have one less person willing to tell him the truth about how loving women who aren’t gold diggers or harpies view these things.  Actually though, he’s not losing much since he claims there’s no danger of him reproducing or committing (to making anyone’s life a misery).  So long as he doesn’t ever change his mind about that, people like me could all shoot ourselves for all the good we can do him.

My little social experiment though, is over.  I believe I’ve gathered enough evidence to confirm my theories, culminating in the delicious revelation of the true face of the jerk: death.

This will be helpful to women who wish to avoid them…which means it’ll be useless to most women, but valuable to the fewer but strong contigent of women who don’t want to end up resented, told to go shoot ourselves, or have things done to us that a guy would plausibly hope would cause that.

We’re supposed to give them what they want, be that actual sex or an ego boost, or die and get out of their way.  Such is the nature of the bBN…incapable of raising their view above mediocrity and their precious comfort.  Suffering is always bad, from the big kind that comes from being responsible for a family, to the small kind that comes from hearing something you don’t want to hear.  Those who make them suffer in any way must die, or at least play dead or nonexistent for their convenience.

Heh.

I would shoot myself if I was that much of a punk.  Alas, I’m not, so as other insults, I have to take this one on the chin as mild collateral damages.  I kind of asked for it by being too honest.

What my real life readers may find funny is that Roissy has also called me a delusional liar, saying that none of this ever happened:

…or this:

…and especially none of this:

So I don’t particularly give half a crap what he thinks.  This is to the commenters who might be tempted to take advice on how to install a hard drive from a person who can barely find the power switch.

Real experts on love have been in love, and seen love happen to people who do and don’t deserve it.  It’s a force of nature, and the reason humans aren’t born walking and talking already.

But…no more playing the violin for cows for me.

I just got a warning from a forum moderator on GaiaOnline that telling someone who was bashing someone’s idea in Site Feedback, “…and I don’t see many “we” here. It’s mainly you being a presumptuous pompous-ass who knows nothing about the history of Gaia, nothing about the artists, or pixel/digital art for that matter,” is flaming, when the person I was addressing did 10x worse.

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Oh well.  GaiaOnline never has to worry about me defending their staff or providing or encouraging the contribution of free ideas to their community again.  The next time they want anything from me, they’ll have to pay for it, and not in virtual money.  If this is how artists in the community get treated, I’d recommend that others adopt the same attitude towards them that they have towards us.

That reminds me, I need to make a copyright note in my contest.