Killin’ It

Flat Wrong

Chill Killin' It

Benching 225 is not that hard if you train for a few years. No juicing required. I don’t really flat bench anymore1, but I routinely did 225 in the army, and it’d only take me a few weeks of training to get back up to that again now since I already work out a lot.

  1. Too hard on the wrists long term.

Not Many of Those

Chill Cool, Killin' It

One of the reasons it was difficult finding a long-term partner is that not only am I very picky in general (and women hate that1), it’s that I required someone within less than one SD of my own IQ, or we could just not have meaningful conversations. And I value those, so it was a pretty hard requirement.

When I was actively dating, I figured out there were only roughly 200,000 women in the US who exceeded that intelligence barrier.

So, yes, I got very lucky indeed. The number of available, clever, sexy, funny and interesting women with stratospherically-high IQs is always exceedingly small, but I did find one. And completely by accident, too.

Lucky me!

  1. Partially because they see themselves as the ordained “choosers,” which leads to the follow-on belief that they are the only ones who are allowed to have strong preferences.

CISM Wait

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I’ve submitted my application for the CISM. Now, it’s waiting till it is approved or they ask for more information.

I got a very solid pass on the cert exam, by the way, despite having a horrible migraine while taking the test. I got a 563. 450 was required to pass. I did that in 43 minutes on a four-hour test. Not too fuckin’ bad.

Reverse Power

Chill Killin' It

Now is the time of year our bills are extremely low. We are net producers of power due to all the solar panels so our power bill goes in reverse, and gas heating is not as necessary.

Does not quite make up for the insanely high California taxes combined with terrible Somalia-level government services, but it is something.

Multi Int

Chill Amusing, Killin' It

It’s always been odd when people have told me that I can’t be as good as I am at reading comprehension, processing and integrating information quickly and just general language stuff because I am terrible at operational math.

And then I totally mog them them by taking a four-hour 150-question exam with a migraine and passing it — again, with a fucking bad migraine — in 43 minutes1. In fact when I came out the proctor asked if I needed a break. I said, “No, all done.” Then she said, “But that’s the long test!” And then something about how she didn’t think I’d be done for another couple of hours. Don’t remember her exact words there because I was both very nauseous and near keeling over.

Trust me, bro, you can put me up against 10,000 randomly-selected people in those areas I mentioned in my first paragraph and I will tear them all apart like they are made of tissue paper. But I still cannot solve a quadratic equation and never will be able to do so.

  1. If I’d not had a migraine, it would’ve been more like 15-20 minutes. For a signifanct part of the exam, I could barely see the screen. It was too late to reschedule the very expensive company-paid exam.

Certifiably Done

Chill Killin' It

Well, I passed the cert exam for CISM.

I’m not certified yet, though. It’s one of those “who you know” (and experience-based) certs, so once I get the official results back I have to submit an application and a colleague has to attest that I am awesome (I am). Then, I’ll hold these three certs at the same time: CISM, CISSP and CCNP. There’s likely only a few hundred people in the world (at most!) who have all three of those at once.

Now give me the cash moneys!

Neolang

Chill Killin' It

I had created two languages from scratch by the time I was 15. One kind of sucked. That was my first attempt.

But the second one was well thought out and pretty cohesive; it could’ve been used by actual humans. Hell, it was used by me. I kept my class notes in it for over a year. Turns out, though, teachers get upset when you hand in a notebook in a language ain’t nobody ever seen before and only one person in the world can read. Heh.

I’m pretty proud of that. Not annoying my instructors, but rather creating my own language de novo with very few outside resources. Just my own big fuckin’ brain and the will to do it.

Housed Internally

Chill Amusing, Annoying, Killin' It

When I first started day and short-term trading in the stock market, everyone told me I’d lose all my money. Instead, I was able to buy a nice house in cash without touching any retirement savings at all — and just as importantly, not having a house as my primary financial asset.

If I’d listened to those who would’ve actually lost all their money, I would’ve been a lot worse off. The average are constrained by the average “good” advice. It doesn’t apply to me and people like me. The thing is, you better be certain it is inapplicable to you or you will crash and burn as the normies predict and expect.

But I knew I could do what I did. And so I did it.