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Things I've noticed happen in the general vicinity of my posts:

- Fundie nutjobs reduced to curling up in a little ball, plugging their ears, and spewing either contentless religious copypasta (Freeman) or barely-coherent amateur apologia (Bot).
- The Shitey Uzzard degenerating into mudslinging and pretending (badly) not to care when defeated in arguments...every single one of them.
- Insecure manchildren accusing me of being a transsexual (some random AC) on one hand, and on the other, an actual transwoman accusing me of being a TERF (Kurenai).
- Creeps like VLM, KHallow, JMorris, Entropy, and all their kind simply giving the hell up and abandoning ship when faced with a proper down-smacking for their fallacious sociopathy.

When you have people on the fringes everywhere angry with you, each of them accusing you of the precise opposite on the spectrum they hate, you must be doing something right. In all my time here, I've never gone in for trolling, deception, or shitposting. I've always stood for what's right, and took the fight to those who would try to spread their noetic poisons, fighting it everywhere it appears for the sake of anyone unfortunate enough to encounter it, knowing full well the originators of such poison are by their own choice irredeemable, certainly so in this lifetime.

And my approach drives them nuttier than squirrel vomit.

Well boo fucking hoo. When someone on here tells me I'm bitchy or angry, I just laugh, because what they really mean is "you're making me uncomfortable by exposing my bullshit in such direct, uncompromising, profanity-laced ways." It's pretty obvious the accusations of being a transsexual come from sheltered, misogynist little manchildren who can't handle actual women speaking the plain, unvarnished truth to them, because they have so little truck with the opposite sex they've never seen it in the real world before. No, this insult to their manly honor cannot stand! ONLY another man could POSSIBLY have the balls, literal balls, to stand up to them! (And of course the kind of person who'd make this argument lumps MtFs under the heading of "man." I don't, though I do draw an important distinction between transwomen and cisgender women because, frankly, they are never going to know what it is to have a period or risk being pregnant).

Time to put on your big-boy undies and join the adult world! The toughest people I know are all women, including my own mother and some of the nurses at work. I'm a marshmallow compared to them.

And I don't regret anything, as painful as it's been sometimes. Am I a "nice girl?" No, and haven't been for several years, and you know what? It's better this way. "Nice girls" get used and taken advantage of and thrown away and never have their needs met. "Nice girls" are the permanent victims of tone trolling by people too frightened or too weak to deal with them as the full human beings they are. In this place, at this time, as this site sinks further and further into RWNJ decay, all it means is I'll fight all the harder.

What I hope this does is encourage the people on here who still seek the light to defend it. Hit back. We're seeing on a number of scales, from the President's capitulation on his stupid bullshit shutdown right down to the examples at the head of this post, that the sociopaths are like any bully: weak, cowardly, amoral types who don't expect and can't handle sustained, principled pushback. Part of it is that evil simply can't comprehend good, but mostly it comes down to how bullies work and have always worked. Anyone who wants to join me in fighting the good fight, please do: we've seen that it works.

If so, could you translate a few paragraphs from English to Français?

I'd use Google Translate but I know very well what it does to German and Russian.

My latest Romance Scammer - this one is new, as she is from Twitter; all the Facebook Romance Scammers seem to have clued in to that I'm on to them by now - early this afternoon sent me the most AMAZING picture, spent several hours swearing her undying love for me, then topped it all off with a request that I send her 250 Euros so she can buy food for her young son tomorrow.

Every last bit of that in French while I madly copypasted between Google Translate and the Google Hangouts iOS App.

If she's going to extract from me fifty times the money that I actually possess, then I'm going to make her read some of my writing first.

Look: there are worse fates. For example, I could be getting fucked to pieces by a supermodel heroin addict.

Oh, wait.

I'm listing Ankara and Istanbul Turkey as Soggy Jobs, despite having had only one listing at all, is going viral there.

ABB is hiring SCADA Engineers in Turkey - Supervisory Control and Data Acquisition. These often are combined with HMI: Human-Machine Interface.

Top-Notch HMI is _vital_ to prevent stuff like oil platforms from capsizing.

In other news, shortly I will sing for my bus ticket, then after that, a used copy of Horn Of The Moon Cookbook. I friend once lent me his copy; I was heavily into its Pumpkin Pie but no longer can recall the actual recipe.

Fuck MDC

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I have three girlfriends now. One of them does not - yet - know about either of the two others. Those two others know about that first one but the two of them do not know about each other.

I regard this as quite a serious problem. While some are into dating more than one, and some are OK for their partner to actually do so, I am _not_ and never have been.

Sarah Is Insane.

"Cheri" - not her real name - is very French, very hot and very jealous of Sarah.

"Renata" - not her real name - has deep roots in the Philippines. She and I had a long distance relationship for a few months last year, after she threw her previous beau out for being unfaithful.

But he and Renata had been together for quite a long time, he helped put all four of her kids through college. Other than infidelity, I have every reason to believe Renata when she said he was a good man.

She took him in, then a while later, threw him back out, I expect for good this time.

Sarah and Cheri are young enough to have children. Cheri has a boy of two or maybe three; as far as I can tell from America, Cheri is quite a good mother to her son.

Sarah wants children but cannot have them until she has been in recovery from her Heroin and Benzodiazepine - Xanax, Ativan and the like - until in my own estimation she has gone three years without relapsing.

But there is absolutely no way to get Sarah into DeTox until we find some way to control her quite severe Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

OCD is driven by Anxiety; she also has Generalized Anxiety Disorder. That Sarah got hooked on Xanax is due to a pill-pusher having prescribed it every day. That did not have to happen as there are some Antidepressants that also work really well for Anxiety.

OCD develops when an otherwise anxious person finds some activity that comforts them; for me, it is writing. At one time but no longer it was playing the piano. That I continue to play is due to interest and pleasure as well as my hope to be a professional musician, but no longer due to anxiety.

This results in a death spiral until the only way the Obsessive can ever get any peace is to practice their chosen compulsion - and it is chosen, though perhaps subconsciously.

Sarah pinches.

And pinches and pinches and pinches. She will move to a new spot after she lacerates herself - she's got scars all over her body, even her lovely face that are not needle tracks.

Within seconds she is memorized. I tried taking her hand away, fearing I would upset her. But no she thanked me then asked that I do so every time I see her pinching. Simply to take her hand away did not prevent her from pinching again, so I suggested she squeeze my hand as tightly as she could. That gives her perhaps one minute of relief.

My good friend Chelsea Baumgartner has another friend with OCD; Chelsea suggested "Replacement Therapy". The experience of a lover with Borderline Personality Disorder was that Origami was completely effective at stopping her slashing of her own wrists - even with her fingernails when in a Psychiatric Intensive Care Unit.

I showed Sarah how to fold a Peace Crane - a paper bird. It is said that to fold one thousand of them will bring about World Peace.

Sarah was delighted but the Peace Crane is far too difficult a fold for total newbies.

Chelsea offered to meet me that she may give me some Origami Paper, but since then I've been unable to so much as visit Sarah. In two weeks I've only seen her twenty minutes. When I offered to visit her, Sarah was quite pleased but that night she was working: whenever I got to where Sarah had agreed to meet, some new John had rung her up then drove her to a hotel somewhere far away. Finally Sarah advised me to go to NedSpace so I wouldn't miss the last train.

I need to chill for a while so I'll write more about Cheri and Renata in the comments.

Do Your Worst.

Boyfriend and girlfriend are out. ‘Partners’ are in. Here’s why more millennials are changing how they define their relationships.

Not yet, anyway.

Whenever I go more than about twelve hours without hearing from her I become convinced someone slipped her Fentanyl.

I've been wanting to ask her to text me at least once a day, if only to let me know she's still alive, but figured it would be better to ask her in person.

I haven't seen her in ten days.

But she sent me a text this afternoon, said "I Miss You" and told me where she was; that particular street is chock full o' hookers.

I'm going to bring her some tasty and nutritious - even if sugary - food. For example, dark chocolate is quite rich in iron, as well as tryptophan and so likely would ease her anxiety. I've got a buttload of raisins for her. While their sugar will appeal to her, more important is that raisins are rich in iron as well.

I have _never_ regarded my Bipolar-Type Schizoaffective Disorder as a disability for the specific reason that I chose coding for my career despite my degree being in Physics, as I was quite pleasantly surprised to find that I still write great code even when floridly paranoid or even suicidal.

Thus I persistently refused to apply for Kuro5hin's repeated calls for me to apply for SSDI - Social Security Disability Insurance - throughout my five years of homelessness, thereby redoubling their convictions that I really _was_ disabled.

That I missed two shrink's and a witch doctor's appointment so far this month led me to conclude that I will now - but _not_ due to any mental illness.

One's benefit is determined by one's last ten years' income before the onset of one's disability. For me, that's May of 2010 when I had my first seizure, dissociative fugue and short-term memory loss - WHILE I WAS DRIVING A CAR!!!!

Before 2010 I was making SCADS of money.

I am absolutely serious: as if God Almight Himself said "LET THERE BE MIKE!" the entire UNIVERSE sprung into existence with me not having a clue as to whose car I was driving, where I was going nor where I had come from. That I passed Mt. Shasta an hour later led me to recover my memory of having set out from my Mom's place in Vancouver, Washington late the previous afternoon and that I was headed home to South San Jose.

That enabled me to realized I had no memory of the previous sixteen hours. Eventually I recalled being pulled over for a busted taillight in Central Oregon, then very early that morning posting a K5 Diary - what you sorry lot call a "Journal" - at the Shari's Restaurant And Pies in Medford, in Southern Oregon.

I still have no memory of entering that restaurant, being seated, looking at the menu let alone ordering or eating my food. I hope to God I didn't Dine And Ditch but really I have no memory of paying either.

Once I got to south San Jose, Hilarity Ensued. I'll cover that later.

The Washington State Health Authority quite reasonably request I submit proof of income eligibility for my Medicaid in late October. About an hour ago I concluded that I am neurologically incapable of going my own books and so will request the Health Authority retain a bookkeeper to do my books for me - I hope she knows GnuCash!

I initiated an SSDI application in late November because my Broca's - or Expressive - Aphasia was persistent for the very first time; before that it always cleared up in four to eight hours.

But I withdrew my application when that Aphasia abated two weeks later.

My case manager Michelle Quesada is coming to haul me off to a food pantry in West Vancouver in a little bit. (I live in Central.) During our sojourn, I'll ask that she help my prepare my application.

That first step was to request an Application Interview, which I cancelled. Even so, the SSA sent me an application form. I'll ask Michelle to fill it out by asking me questions.

I am no longer able to fill that application out on my own.

And I Reiterate:

Kill Me.

Microsoft to hold HoloLens 2 press event next month

Microsoft is holding a press event at Mobile World Congress next month, and it looks like we’ll get some details on HoloLens 2. The software giant will hold its event on Sunday February 24th at 5PM CET (11AM ET), and CEO Satya Nadella, Technical Fellow Alex Kipman, and CVP Julia White will all be in attendance. Kipman’s name indicates this will likely be a HoloLens 2 event, given his close involvement with this project.

[...] Microsoft has been working on its next-generation HoloLens headset for years. Codenamed Sydney, the headset is expected to include an improved field of view, and be a lot lighter and more comfortable to wear. HoloLens 2 will also include Microsoft’s latest generation of the Kinect sensor and a custom AI chip to improve performance. Microsoft is also rumored to be using Qualcomm’s Snapdragon 850 processor inside the HoloLens 2, making it an ARM-powered device.

She set her phone to block all texts. That was unexpected.

I hope that's because of someone else, not because of me. But really I don't know.

Even so, she's a drop dead knockout working in a highly-visible oldest profession. I expect they get stalkers all the time.

Sometimes, they turn up dead: it's wasn't just Jack The Ripper preyed on them.

Kill Me.

In other news, really, really early this morning I finally got it together to shop at the better grocery store. While some of WinCo Foods' prices are cheaper than Grocery Outlet's not all are, however WinCo has a Jesus Big selection.

The God Emperor announced that February's Food Stamps will be coming out on January 20th, so I'm going to stockpile some non-perishables. Also I'm going to make a Metric Buttload of Guacamole then freeze it, this because Avocado is rich in Vitamin B6.

Just now I read that Opioid abuse can lead to Vitamin B12 deficiency as it degrades the lining of the stomach, which is responsible for the secretion of Intrinsic Factor that's part of the process that enables the small intestine to absorb B12.

So I have yet _another_ reason to obsess about B12. My brother-in-law bought me some 1000 ug Methylcobalamine tables - the US RDA for _normal_ people is just 2.4, but a helpful Soylentil who if I remember correctly actually _has_ B12 Deficiency - or maybe it was Pernicious Anemia - pointed out that _some_ such patients can get by with tablets and so don't need injections.

My Neurologist now thinks it's unlikely I really do have B12 Deficiency; she based that on my first test for low B12, a Methylmalonic Acid Blood Level was normal. While I'm somewhat skeptical and so request at least one of the other half-dozen or so tests, another physician pointed out to me that if I really was low in B12, the symptoms would not come and go as they do for me, rather they would persist until I was getting the injections.

It's quite likely that _most_ of my symptoms can be explained as being due to Temporal Lobe Epilepsy, but in my understanding _not_ the numbness in the soles of my feet, the palms of my hands and in both my lips.

I eagerly await the result of the Electroencephalograph Test I had just after Christmas. While I fully intended to be well-rested for it, I of course stayed up all night doing Hookers And Blow and so fell asleep during the test.

But the EEG tech actually said that my falling asleep was quite helpful.