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November 18th, 2008 @ 1:57am |
fuck. i've so had enough of the bitch.
it's not even on and off anymore. she's constantly fucking me round.
just now:
we have a disagreement on the boundaries for the youngest child.
she first threatens to tresspass me from this house, then says she';s going to the police to say i shouldn't be in possession of firearms.
whatthefuck
then, i dont allow her the candy i just bought saying she's "being ho-ey towards me"
that didn't go down well. she turns off my monitor, stands in my face, trys snatching at the bag of candy.
then she says "i'm not being ho-ey, how was i being ho-ey"
i say "think"
"i disagreed with you about..."
"no"
"yes, that's all i said..."
"think harder"
"no that's all i said"
(repeat 5 times)
"well if you dont tell me then i can't say sorry for it. i probably didn't say it, you probably are just making it up"
what.
that's always her answer. i'm being silly. i'm just making it up.
childish and pathetic and i've really had enough. maybe she shouldn't have sugar, cos this only really started after i gave her candy when i got home.
she also says that all of the bond paid on this place belongs to her "cos i owed her money"
my memory isn't too good, so i can't debate this, but i'm sure she's screwing me on it.
and the other week, when i stayed out all saturday, and she was pouty until monday, then she was shitty all tuesday, then she sucks my cock.
what the fuck
is it just gingas? or are all women this fucked up?
myself and a friend had an epiphany the day other:
for every woman you see, even the smoking hot ones in tight clothes (or no clothes) there is at least one man who is sick of her shit.
so i guess it's all women.
sigh.
tribute to "the solution" =)
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the mysteries of the universe: a sock |
November 14th, 2008 @ 12:23am |
Listening to: van morrison
Feeling: ducky
this was what i got from my youngest the otherday.
quite a while ago actually, and here's how:
she walked into our bedroom saying "daddy daddy", then noticed a sock on the floor.
she kept approaching me, but looking at the sock.
she walked out of the room, saying "mommy moommy" then returned, saying "daddy daddy" she stood by the sock. looked at it. looked at me, looked out the door to mum, looked back at the sock "daddy" sat down by the sock, looked at me. looked at the sock. leaned over to pick up the sock. picked up the sock "daddy ta"
was entertaining,
i am so gonna buy a 308. it's on my list. afrter a .22, .22-250 AI, 12ga saiga/franchi,
i dont know how some people get employed. i go to SS, ask about a particular gun, i have to stand there listening for a half hour while i am detailed the finer points of the home lives of someone who works at the factory thast manufactures them. i went to hammills, asked about the spas 12 and got given the humourous yet uninformative "i know about as much (about them) as you could write on the back of a postage stamp with a felt pen"
my felt pens are .3mm. i could probably write a bit, but that wasn't his point.
i'm addicted to yahoo answers. is there a support group for this?
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five hundred yards. bang, you die. |
November 8th, 2008 @ 1:42pm |
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so i went to this rifle range we've got up the road.
they shoot up to 1000yd.
i was borrowing some south-paw's rifle, cause i am too.
anyway, we were at the 500yd mound. i was crackin it. 24 shots in a 4 or 500 mm ring down aperture sights. this is just like rock up and blast the sh*t.
it was a really good confidence boost for me, knowing i can assasinate the crap out of shit at 500yds without a scope.
we also went down to 100yds with the old PH .303s, i outshot one of the guys who was cleaning up at 500yds, he was spraying them about a foot off the bulls and sometimes worse (to his credit he did get in close a couple of times) my first shot was 80mm to the 7 of the bulls, my second was dead centre.
nasty nasty rifles though. i had a mate with an on PH, his grandad made him a beautiful stock for it, plus recoil pad, made it very comfortable to shoot. (he re-blued the action and got a new-er mil barrel for it it was sexy) these ones were the full-furniture jobbies, steel butt. i could have probably put 20 rounds down it but that would have been enough.
i havent eaten since yester morn. i probably should.
i'm stoked, i am so getting me a .308
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diddlededitdadee - two ladies |
October 28th, 2008 @ 12:39am |
Name: Robert J Akerman.
actually. there is no J.
Age: 24
Family: Up: the usual assortment of grandpoarents, parents, down: two girls. sideways: littlesppon: my nizzy?
Occupation: builder, carpenter, contractor, sole charge/ supervisor - ribraft installatiuon engineer.
Interests: guns, outdoor rec: rockclimbiung, abseiling, hunting, sailing, swimming, hiking, camping, mountain biking, paintballing, motoX. indoor rec: wall climbing, shooting, 'puters ( a bit), hobbyist electronics & PCB, machining (lathe/mill work), reading, researching, getting fucked up, music.
Fears: most times nothing. at the least liekly times being old, decrepit. more often now that i'm a geezer: loosing the ability to do the stuff i enjoy, going blind, losing mobility in my wrist, knee, shoulder etc (which are all actually happening, btw.
U.B.F.: This stands for Unbearable Feeling - and EVERYBODY has one. It is the 'dreaded' situation or feeling you try to avoid or compensate for - often without even knowing. My U.B.F. is the thought of being old.
King Lie: well that would have to be that i exist, because i dont you know.
World View: pessimistic: people suck unless they're on my list of people that dont. noone cares about the planet, they're ignorant, arrogant, uncaring, unskilled, unknowing, narrowminded, generally a useless waste of my time and air.
Core Values: foremost: honesty. secondly is probably dedication, i hate half-arsed people. i truly admire those who throw themeselves at something: elite gymnasts, skaters, snowboarders, shooters, martial "arts" experts. this is partly an admiration of physical strength, but moreso that it is combined with absolute control, and severe consequences. within myself i apply this to weapons: i could probably strip, clean and re-assemble any gun you could hand me, i could cleave your skull with an hatchet at 20 yards. i'll cut ya 10 kinds of sideways, not to mention i have a fairly decent swing on me.
Application: i dislike people who either do fuckall, or do something but half-arsedly. with me: my work, my shooting, my driving.
Resourcefulness/ Non-wastefulness: save the planet etcetera, waste not want not, eat what you're given, reduce reuse recycle rethink, dont buy shit. dont buy overpackaged things, disposable things etc.
the difference between ignorance and ego is that an ego can still learn.
Dislikes: ignorance, racism, thieves, argumentativeness, littering, wastefulness, vegetables, M$ windows, whiney bitches, people who use the word "like" inappropriately, and/or as every second word. stupidity. the way the country is run(by women, for minorities)
Challenges: bring it on, unless it's a ginger bitch. which is my current greatest challenge. for my next one: sniping a carrot from 1000 yds.
this all came around because of a gent named Roger. a reverand even.
he makes silencers, and kills small furry things.
also he seems to have a kickarse outlook on life, which is why my mood is inspired. it'd be neat to be him, and have people be inspired by you.
i knew he made silencers before i knew he preached.
knowing he preaches actually makes it more awesome.
i've been debating with nizzy about her misguided perception / lack of knowledge about jehovah, (she claims to be a catholic and know everything about everything), she actually doesn't know shit about either religion. or fridges =p
anyway, so someone who i can take up some intellectual discussion on the greater powers that are, while putting bullets in animals, would be a welcome addition to my life i think.
all fer now
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i'm too old for this shit. NOT. |
October 26th, 2008 @ 4:13pm |
Listening to: ZM falloutboy - thanks for the memories
Feeling: fresh
one night yeah, and one more time, thanks for the memories thnaks for the memories, he he tastes like you only sweeter.
haha. nigel had a fat bitch chew on him.
let me relate this little tale to you:
Nigel lives with chris, and jack, but jack doesn't feature in this story.
1130
chris calls me syaing theres an upfm thing at parakai
1230 i get to chris' house. apparently EJ will be an hour late.
i lost track of time about here.
we picked up EJ & S? from his place
we went to T's place and caught up with N, T, and H. (H is the one that later chews on N)
Petrol gets put in truck.
we go to parakai. (50 kms ish)
S is supposed ot be on the door list, she not, she sad.
we have drinks and smokes, and eventually fork out 25$ and go in.
we drink more, smoke more. (far too much cigarettes on this day)
play hackey
T convinces me to go down hydroslide in my jeans.
i am wet.
drink more.
at this point we are 1/4 bottle of chivas down (between myself N and Chris.)
plus i'd been pulling on various bottles of vodka that were handed to me.
eventually we ran out of chivas. so we went to shop and got a box of tui.
that lasted us until we got back.. which was about 2030?
i ended up with 3 people in my car, all on cellphones, all aranging shit. there was supposed ot be a BBQ at someones place. chris had split with T so it was myself and N for a while, then we got chris back somewhere outside his house.
i dont really remember much of the rest. lots of driving, back and forth, picking people up, dropping them off, home, back, round the block. somewhere we ended up with mike and beer.
finale at Ts place until like... 2200 when chris had to go to work and i decided to go home because i was over the buzz.
fucken good fun.
writing it betrays the memory, but if i dont then i'll forget it.
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time's a gone |
October 9th, 2008 @ 4:56am |
Listening to: nil
Feeling: aggravated
an' time's a goin'...
the mood i wanted was "agrieved"
scott really must work on that list
and must also add "rachel" as a mood. lmfao.
Nothing lasts forever so live it up, drink it down, laugh it off, avoid the bullshit, take chances and never have regrets because at one point, everything you did was excatly what you wanted.
fuck. when did people get so clever. or perhaps it's working on me.
i have this thing, where i try to look at everything through new eyes.
whether i've been somewhere a thousand times or never before, i have a bad habit of not giving a fuck. a rather lackadaisical approach at best.
so now i try and look at things as though i see them for the first time and i find small wonders everywhere.
i imagine going places as though i were a tourist, knew nothing about how things were done.
as usual i watch, but now i think i see more.
have a mate who shoots .223, like... dedicatedly. he has a mini 14 rancher, which i had the priviledge to take to the range yester. they've changed the fucking range rules again. gr. anyway, put a couple of rounds through it.
i still dont like plastic guns.
other than that it's just a semi .223, a bit loud, but bullets are.
can anyone say over-punctated?
i went ot the gunshop and asked after a .22-250 (which is what i'm after atm) and the guy reccomended me to a .204
wtf?
i have no experience with a 204, but i've just read that it's a necked down .222
why bother? if a wanted a .222 i'd buy one, for all the .022" diference...
this will be all for now.
i enjoy talking with dan, he's shot lots and i can actually bust out the tech-speak and have the other half of the dialogue COMPREHEND and RESPOND.
hum
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rrreeennnngadadingding~POW. |
October 4th, 2008 @ 5:51pm |
Farm.
god i love farm
frash air, a billion stars, beer, weed, quad bikes and guns..
is it actually possible to get any better?
hookers, maybe.
anyway. picked up mike and chris after an abominably bad thurs-day and headed north to the fam farm, stopped in orewa for munch. milk menu:
Milkshake 3$
Thickshake 4$
Reallythick 4.5$
i opted for the really thick. it wasnt. highly disappointing.
anyway, ate and continiued heading north, got to farm, realised lack of piss. now the stretch of road from farm to piss shop in otaika can be done by most people in about 20 mins, by my uncl H in 12 and by my uncle D (in his SS) in about 8, keeping this in mind i completely forgot to keep an eye on the clock but i reckoned somewhere near H. not bad for a 20 year old truck.
uncl D has a new quad. can am 400 with a cvt box. 14G worth.
i like it when my uncles buy new toys, it has a direct flow on effect to me.
anyway, bike was nice, if a bit stiff on the steering and soft on the tail (having fat ass mike on didnt help) also the shocks were set to lowlow, becase D only weighs fuckall.
yeh, possum kill tally night one was about 7, kinda disappointing, but we only put another 3 hours on the bike so was not a long night anyway.
daytwo, roundup the dead in my ute, managed to recover 3. drifting up gravel road with chris and mike in the tray, and at one point i made chris land nut-first on his own shoe. heh.
went to town, got food, ate food - good sushi in whangarei - home again, chris slept, i drank, mike alternated beetween the two. Afternnon saw us roudning up wood for a bonfire that would never happen cos the wind was comin in from the west (would smoke out the house)
night again out on the quad, saw quite a few but tonight was the coons lucky night, not ours. several we spent 5-10 minutees circling their tree but they'd managed to find cover so we fucked off. ended up dropping 6 or so. (actually two were left hanging in the tree, got em the nex day) all in all i ended up with 7 possums in a box on my ute, 2 baby ones, one big motherfucker and 4 fairly average size ones, heads came off and guts came out and now i have a bucket of offal for my neighbours cats to roll in and drag home.
muahahahah.
i fucking hate cats, especially the ones round here, so this might inspire their "owners" to watch where they go, the kill traps are coming next week.
so i'm gonna bury the skullls (cos mike wanted one) and tan the skins (cos i want some) possum fur coat in this country sells for 2500$.
we shall see. i need to find a water blaster and some tanning solution otherwise they getting salted and hung in the pantry... but the woman will whinge about that.
yeh. that's my job for today
time away was fun. i fucking love stars.
must stop smoking though because my cancer is playin' up.
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doesn't change the fact |
September 19th, 2008 @ 5:45pm |
that she's still a bitch.
anyway, todays topic is one of m fav's. guns =D
i will cite from (hoping my html is right)
http://home.comcast.net/~guy.smith2/guns.html#gf
while this is technically in breach of copyright, i should hope that providing the above link makes it all better.
and various other places.
They show that New Zealanders own an estimated 1.1 million guns. There are 222,704 licensed firearm owners.
The figures show nine anti-tank projectors, 16 grenade launchers and thousands of machineguns and military-style semi-automatics are owned by members of the public.
According to police, firearms were involved in 621 violent offences last year, less than 1.3 per cent of all violent offending.
-nz herald/open to the press.
Fact: 60% of convicted felons admitted that they avoided committing crimes when they knew
the victim was armed. 40% of convicted felons admitted that they avoided committing crimes
when they thought the victim might be armed.
Fact: Every day, 550 rapes,
1,100 murders, and 5,200 other violent crimes are prevented just by showing a gun. In less than
0.9% of the time is the gun ever actually fired.
Fact: There are more guns in the U.S. than cars (228,000,000 guns and 207,754,000
automobiles). Yet you are 31 times more likely to be accidentally killed by a car than a gun
according to the National Safety Council141 . . . despite cars having been registered and licensed
for almost 100 years.
Fact: 0% of kids that get guns from their parents commit gun-related crimes while 21% of those
that get them illegally do
Fact: Almost three times as many kids (41%) take drugs if they also obtain guns illegally, as
compared to kids given guns by their parents (13%).
Fact: In the 1950’s, kids routinely played cops and robbers, had toy guns, were given BB rifles
and small caliber hunting rifles before puberty. Yet the homicide rate in the 1950’s was almost
half of that in the 1980’s.
1996-97 25 deaths
Fact: In states without “right to carry” laws, there have been 15 school
shootings. In states that allow citizens to carry guns, there has been only
one.
Fact: In 1982, Kennesaw, GA passed a law requiring heads of households to keep at least one
firearm in the house. The residential burglary rate dropped 89% the following year.
Fact: 90% of all violent crimes in the U.S. do not involve firearms of any type.
Fact: 93% of guns used in crimes are obtained illegally (i.e., not at gun stores or gun shows).
(ed - so more restrictive laws on stores and shows are obviously inneffective)
Fact: People with concealed carry permits are:
• 5.7 times less likely to be arrested for violent offenses than the general public
• 13.5 times less likely to be arrested for non-violent offenses than the general public
Fact: In Florida, a state that has allowed concealed carry since 1989, you are twice as likely to
be attacked by an alligator than a person with a concealed carry permit
And the best:
Fact: “. . .most criminals are more worried about meeting an armed victim than they are about
running into the police
all for now.
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stRE INTO THE NIGHT |
September 19th, 2008 @ 5:54am |
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capslock ehh.
mac keyboard ehh.
y'know what's funny?
i love her.
stacil. thatis. littespoon.
it'd odd.
i'd expect, after all the shit we'd been trhough, af ter all the shit she's given me, that it'd be quite the opposite.
i dont know how. i dont know why.
i have an entry from a few weeks ago.
i'll post it when i get the time.
so what can i say.
she doesn't care what i say
she doesn't care at all.
so what can i do?
you tell me.
did anyone mention it was rache birthday 9 days ago? gemma's 17?
y'know, i'm still kinda bitter about loosing my samma.
but y'know? i've been good. like: sociability good since i been wit' stacil. i smoke less, i drink less, i sure as hell do less drugs.
is this to say she is good for me?
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ow my foot. |
August 30th, 2008 @ 3:19am |
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got bullbars.
yey
!!
=D
dropped them on my ankle while i was half under my truck though. not as much fun as it sounds, but probably better than a poke in the eye with a burning stick.
mounts on my truck and on the bars were slightly different. like. a lot different: drilling of holes ensued.
I bought a tap set from bunnings (hardware store) 21$, 5 metric taps and a handle.
what fucking rubbish.
see, i wanted 12mx.75 threaded holes on the bullbars, so as i could put a bolt/washer through the hole already on my truck.
for those that dont know: the drill size to be used is 10.2 mm for std 75% thread. i didn't happen to have one, so i drilled out at 9.8, which should give a good ammount of tooth and holding power. but nooooo. these shitty 3$ taps didn't cut it (literally)
so thinks i: well, i'll bore out to 11.0mm which will give me 50% thread, which should still hold. So i do. taps still wont cut.
then i realise i do have a 12mm tap, just hidden in a box, that isn't labelled.
fortunately i'd only reamed one hole out to 11mm, and the other was still 9.8.
Sutton make some awesome tools.
cut through it like butter.
so now i have bullbars, but i still need to pack them out some.
i also need to finish wiring the second battery in the back, it has to go allllllll the way at the back, sitting on the towbar mount, because that is the only place there is room. which means i need more cable ><
and means i will need to weld a bracket on, or something.
but, it did give me an excuse to buy a butane soldering iron.
the joys ehh.
aand on the home front, well. it seems i have split up with dearest stacil.
largely on account of she keeps acting childish and pathetic, which gets old fast.
also because i feel i will never be able to be good enough for her, she wants someone who will just put up with her shit, while at the same time kissing her ass, while at the same time worshipping the ground she'd been walking on, and probably to erect some kind of shrine to her in their bedroom.
i shant go into the details, those of you who need to know already do.
damn shame really.
sooooo. we shall see what happens, and pray for the best.
hum
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