Time to get off me butt and get these portraits airbrushed so I can stick em up on eBay and in my shop. Continue reading
The ‘ol man occasionally sends me the odd joke, this one had me chuckling no end. It’s prob an oldy but I like it. Continue reading
Sad news, the passing of one of rocks greatest. Billy died from a massive heart attack today 28th Feb. Another great for that rock n roll band in Heaven.
Yep been a slack bastard, two months since the last update – oh well I suppose it just gives me s**t-loads to yak about!! So what has happened since I last sat here dribblin’ shite? Continue reading
Added a few more photos to the gallery, one’s I’d found hiding in a folder on the ‘F’ drive. Anyway, what happened today? Well I managed to finish Dylan’s bike and started to weld up the few rust spots on the Rodeo. . . Personally I shouldn’t attempt to weld car steel, I tend to make the holes bigger but I spose I gotta learn, I did manage to get some nice welds on the windscreen pillar from where I ripped the aerial off – I bloody hate them aerials.
What else – oh cleaned me shed and got a fright when ‘er indoors was feedin the birds in the aviaries – she’s like ooh expletive the birds got out (rainbow lorikeets) so I jog out to have a look n all it was, was three natives hangin round the aviary, all ours were counted for BUT about arf hour later she says one of the Kakariki got out which it had the bugger.
Took like an hour of coaxing to get the sod back in the aviary but he won’t leave coz the hen was still in there. we ended up partitioning the aviary and left the door open and he flew in, dozy sod.
Apart from that, we’ve got a touch of rain here and it’s cooler which is good and on that note I’m off to play the HexBox
As is my want, it’s time for the Christmas story – the same Christmas story that I post every year but is relevant today as it was two years ago.
A twelve inch plastic tree pressed firmly into an old chipped cooking pot blinked forlornly, highlighting the neatly wrapped presents that lay around it. Presents for his two sons and daughter, presents that each year increased the pile. Sitting at his table, he stared at his meagre Christmas fair – the roast chicken with boiled and roasted potatoes, sprouts, peas, beans and Yorkshire pudding all covered in gravy and mint sauce.
A bottle of cider (non alcoholic, he hadn’t touched alcohol for years) fizzed and popped as he poured it into his glass. Bowing his head, hands clasped he muttered a prayer of thanks and hope but deep down he knew his hopes would once again be dashed – slowly he began to eat.
His meal finished, he popped the single cracker, its bang echoing throughout his two room flat. The hat and toy landed on the floor where they would stay untouched until the time came to clear the table ‘tomorrow’ he muttered.
Making his way to the pile of presents he rubbed them gently, disturbing the dust from those that lay near the bottom of the pile – then standing he walked out the door.
A light drizzle touched his face as his feet shuffled along the cracking pavement. Crossing the road he pushed the park gates open and walked across the grass to the bench under the old oak tree.
Sitting down he hitched his jacket up and forced his hands into his pockets for warmth. Giggling gleeful children rode new bikes and skateboards across his vision; slowly he pulled a fading and cracked photograph and cradled it as one does a new born baby.
Darkness began to slip into his Christmas day – house lights opposite the park now illuminating his life – one in particular, but try as he might he just couldn’t see through the window, then as if snuffing out a candle the curtains were drawn and the light along with his hopes vanished.
The walk back to his flat seemed to take longer every year, but with each step came a twinge of hope – a hope that maybe next year he would see his children on Christmas day, the children he hadn’t seen on that day for three years – oh how he’d exchange all his visitation rights for just one Christmas morning.
Fanciful fiction? Maybe but then again maybe not.
How many fathers are there on this planet who work day in and day out, to pay child support but because of a lop-sided legal system miss out on watching their children tear frantically at Christmas wrapping paper, their eyes bulging at the sight of the many and varied presents that lay in front of them?
Granted there are some fathers that should only get supervised visits – damn some should be supervised by an armed security guard but they’re in the minority. What of the majority?
Where this came from is beyond me – maybe Christmas and the fact it’s become nothing more than another Hallmark day with a TV full of pathetic soft porn American comedies is sending me off on the sadness slide. As it happens, all my kids grew up with two parents – sheesh my youngest will be 23 on Boxing day so I can say I’m one of the lucky ones.
All the best for the season.
After calling Mitsubishi, they weren’t terribly impressed with the techy mob that initially looked at the 19″ so it’s now been shipped off to another mob (was picked up last Friday). I guess I’ll be stuck on the 17″ for a while, hopefully I get the 19″ back before Christmas but I’m not holding my breath.
Not a peep from the mob fixin me 19″ monitor, startin to get a touched pissed again – might call em tomorrow n see how they’re goin with it IF AT ALL!!
Not much has been happenin round here, tattooed a semi neckid bird on Daryl’s leg (did I tell y’all this?) umm decided to reinstall windas coz it was gettin flakey, been creating line-art for the all the tatts I’ve got, wish I could batch job it sheesh wotta time saver that’d be.
My daughters mate went racing at Eastern Creek this weekend (this is the car I used to sponsor before selling my business), it sorta went like this.
Friday (practice): Broke axle in car 1 and saw car 2 play pinball off the concrete walls, spend Friday night fixing cars.
Saturday (race 1): Comes third in car 1 while driver 2 takes car 2 to 5th
Sunday (race 2): Car 1 throws another axle after 2 laps then when the car was being returned to the pits after the race it fell off the truck – car 2 places another 5th
Sunday (race 3): Mad rush to get car 1 ready, makes it to 5th and a gremlin decided to play which caused a mis-fire and saw him drop back to 11th, car 2 gained another 5th place.
Personally I woulda slapped the towie for bein a dick *shrug* anyway gunna see if I can attach a pic of the car dangling precariously off the side of the truck
First off, Wales givin Canada a floggin in the rugby. I do have to pay the canucks, we did do em 61 – 3 the last time we played em (in Canada), although this time however they managed to sneek two try’s in to make the score more respectable 61 – 26 at the Mil’ Stadium (LONG LIVE THE ARMS PARK). The second good score was a printer.
Now I can see y’all goin like ‘huh?’ I scored a 24 pin dot matrix Panasonic – what a time saver for knockin’ up tattoo stencils, no more cramps and goin square eyed, just find the line art on the PC and print it – poific stencil, and while it’s printing I’m making sure the machine is runnin’ smooth.
I’ve already sorted a few out for me (might as well get some good use out of it) and Daryl’s s’posed to be comin back on Thursday for some more work so the time it’ll save is gunna be fab (ooh sixties talk).
Well, not so much ripped off – more pissed off!!!
The techy is saying he can’t replicate the problem with the 19″ monitor – the 17″ won’t be back ’til Satdee and the laptop I bought was a complete dud and I won’t get a replacement until the middle (more like the end) of next week, so the upshot is I’m stuck having to use someone else’s laptop that has none of my graphics/audio progs so I”m now bored shitless. . .