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It always surprises me when people do what they do. They know better, but... I had a short attack on my computer today. I know why, and who... or who initiated it. I'm not sure he has the actual tech mojo. Actually, there were two different types of attacks. One of them was an attack on a game I play, one referenced in a recent post. Pisses me off, but doesn't interfere. I've learned how to work through it. Further, because it annoys me, it means the reason for the attack will definitely not go forward. I have explained this several times. Don't cross Doom. If I am on the machine, I am needing to be. Either because I can't do much else, or to sort... something... or some things. DON'T interfere. The other type of attack... just went to my notions on certain types of women. Added evidence if I needed, though it isn't needed. But it does work to make the perp know, without a doubt, why what I say is true. She'll have to dig deeper into lies to escape it. *smooch*
The other thing, recently, was finally, for sure, figuring out a nom de plume. Or... things about it. I suspected that it was a woman playing a man. But recent posts that must be seen as crushing to feminism have caused her to finally show her colors, this time I was aware enough, and looking closely enough, to see through the mask. I was pretty sure before, now I know. Women can't help themselves. If they feel wounded, they will retaliate. No matter how flowery the words, or how passive they try to make the attack, it is obvious to those who know. And, yes, I know. Not that I give a squat always, especially if what I write is correct. And it was. So I played with that fish a little bit, then pulled off her mask for all to see, then sent her on her way with minor spanks. Women aren't the best with logic, throw in being peeved and they are absolutely defenseless. Yum!
Gosh, I love my job! And, yes, as I have told you a thousand times, I can see into the dark. I don't need tech. I don't need eyes. I just need a voice of some sort that my mind can perceive, and, if interested and able, I'll look. And I will see. Yes, I am looking right at you, right now. Yeah, sometimes, when it doesn't cause me to bleed too much, looking is quite a little joy. I don't just see you, by the way, I hear you, sense your thoughts and emotions, and I might even... send a little feedback if I am right on time and you are open to it. Don't be surprised, and don't write that off as... the wind. It's me. Probably laughing. As I said... squat. Don't care. Just makes me chuckle. Who's your daddy? *laughs*
I've been blogging for a long time. There have been a few bloggers that thought I was male. Don't know why. Eventually, I would enlighten them. The funniest response I got was .. that explains a lot! Well, duh .. :-)
ReplyDeleteOh, aye. But this one was using a male name. And then trying to act as if male. Which works as long as feelings never get involved. I still thought so. You? I never thought of you as anything BUT a woman.
ReplyDeleteCan I be tricked? I suppose. Some men are passive-aggressive ninnies and some women can appear to be weaker men (if this is tea, bring me coffee, if this is coffee, could I please have tea?). :) But, there is a breaking point. The reason I doubted Raf's gender is because "he" came unglued when I used the term "bitch". Gay guys don't do that. Though he may just be playing gay, too. I actually used that as a test. Now... you CoulD be Raf, but you are also you, and you are a woman.
I don't always, for sure, know. But I... suspect. And lots of women are, or have tried, to play men, of various natures, online. It's like a social game versus PS 3 games men like. Chickory did it successfully for years, though... I think most online people are as 3-dimensional as they are bright... uhrm... you did get that, right?
Most seem to be looking for sex. At least virtual, with a lead to real, maybe. Which is why I don't fit in. A chaste man stumbling into most of this, with morals that are solid and no interest isn't any fun. I despoil their hopes of deflowering? :p
Just woke... blathering again. Don't know if I agree, or even if any of that makes sense, but I believed it when writing it, I think.
I'm certainly not Raf. I'm a gorilla.
ReplyDeleteAs I said at the beginning.
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha!