mircea_popescu: anyway, i shall be travelling tomorrow, but we get back on this wed.

mircea_popescu: i guess i'd have to open it a credit line, make a convertible bond, something. still mulling all this over.

mircea_popescu: make two tiers, so the editor in chief + i guess whatever others we promote to permanent editorship still has the option to get shares ; but the rest just get a payoff.

mircea_popescu: i mean, the whole get shares thing is eminently fair, respectful whatever, but evidently the cattle's neither interested nor ready for anything like that.

mircea_popescu: BingoBoingo, i was thinking maybe it'd be a good move to reform the qntra structure, have outright 10c/word payable for copy for colalborators, do say weekly deedbot payouts or something.

mircea_popescu: there's no "i'll be a living organism only doing 2/5 of the things living organisms must do". this is not an available option.

mircea_popescu: well, i meant childhood, but anwyays.

mircea_popescu: and the other item in this rapidly depleting bucket of possibly useful ideas : fucking pick. obviously i'll look at a group and go "talk to that one with the tits" or w/e such, my picks are easy peasy. but this doesn't mean yo ucan't pick! look at a group, select the donkey with the more intelligent gaze, talk to that, what's to keep you. ☟︎

mircea_popescu: but it seems to me talking to the pantsuit youth ~in groups~ is a complete waste of time. from one end to the other, fetlife yielded via private messaging ; okcupid did not yield through public and visible group dominance, i dunno the whys and wherefores but they evidently ignore all group anything.

mircea_popescu: the girls' PRIVATE commlines however, those were snowed in. it's not that they didn't wanna ; it's that for some (yet uncomprehended) reason they... couldn't just fucking come, not in a group, i dunno.

mircea_popescu: consider this example : at burlesque competition (writing an article about this that'll fill in details) i told organizer i'm giving free vodka to the contestants after the show, and spread the word around. everyone was excited, yet nobody came.

mircea_popescu: the one other element is that i suspect formalism has a significant destructive effect.

mircea_popescu: back when chet was an adult woman, decade or so before we met, she ran the only old style kitchen in her neighbourhood. local girlies came to hang out and learn how to cook, her house was always full. my cousin i had hannah live with for a coupla months did the same thing, she had two hgirls one year apart of her own and a half dozen daytime live-ins. ☟︎

mircea_popescu: there's deeply ingrained anti-sharing culture leading to http://btcbase.org/log/2019-06-30#1921077 style nonsense. i have derived no detriment from my cock being publicly visible ; my sluts derived no detriment from their whatever exposure. there is, literally and strictly, no drawback whatsoever to communication. ☝︎

mircea_popescu: all i want is for this to be the place.

mircea_popescu: there's not a single nice guy with great sense of humor anywhere in sight. i suppose they're all at the library by choice.

mircea_popescu: the entire floor of this very comfortable hotel i occupy (well, the lesser rooms, i got the nicer corner place) is occupied by large dudes in the tell-tale bodybuilding+tattoos color scheme and their obvious hookers. and they give me either upset or terrified glares whenever we pass, i suppose depending on whether my girls happen to be dressed ("hey, how come he has MULTIPLE?!?! unfare!!!") or not and i'm wielding a paddle o

mircea_popescu: anyway. my point here is : attrition already happened 80% of the way. the difference between frenchgirl i recall from 1992 and frenchgirl i perceive in 2019 is staggering.

mircea_popescu: and then i say "yes, but i'm rich, i don't care what you think of anything" and she giggles. and "you can't order things not on the menu" and "don't you need a ticket ?" and "you have to stay here, there's nowhere else" and etcetera.

mircea_popescu: from under the well worn tshirt, washed more times than i dipped my cock in woman, from under the "cut up" jeans to mask the wear and tear, from inside the tentsheet shoes only the poorest of the poro kids wore during the LEAN communist years, holding the smashed smartphone ("where did you drop that ?" "which time ?"), they sprout forth the tenents of the idiocy that fucked them.

mircea_popescu: that's the funny thing. for all the pretense, they are ALREADY the rats living among the ruins of a "distopian future". what fucking distopian ? in the rare cases i'm not the only one in the restaurant, i'm the only one who can afford to pay the bill. everyone else's there with mechanised ious and mommy allowances etc.

mircea_popescu: to be honest, i also much prefer the killing of idiots over their redemption. i'd much rather built a machine gun nest in a village than a school.

mircea_popescu: in other unexpected sideways minutia, i'm drinking from this bottle of... jurajska. woda z glebi jury. jurov want a picture ?

mircea_popescu: did i miss some updates ?

mircea_popescu: diana_coman, i used it recently!

mircea_popescu: cheeky there.

mircea_popescu: the general expectation of the pantsuit that their century-long loud noise has eliminated the possibility of thought as a backing of human activity is why they're so fucking [http://trilema.com/2015/so-i-found-the-libertard-motherlode/#select ☝︎☟︎

mircea_popescu: i dunno how to get this point across moreso than this, and the previous installment, and the ones before that. but somehow it's gotta be gotten across, because apparently it's the one place everything hangs from.