Friday, November 02, 2007
Long time, No Pants
Well it seems to have been a while since i updated this sack of crap so i better :P
after 4 odd years it'd be a shame to see this particular never ceasing string of ill conceived diatribes go to waste.
The big bad chev is running and sounding hotter then a playboy bunny sleepover. Off in trim at the moment which is well underway. The dvd in it works, and all the rest of the doohickies and whatists are running sweeter then... well you get the idea.
Other then that work is shit. Pushing coal in 45 degree dusty days sucks the big one. Especially when you're wearing jeans, long sleeve shirt and workboots that almost come up to your knees.
Nah its all good. It buys me toys :)
And i have internets !
and fallout tactics!
and i live in a pub!
speaking of pub, its almost time for the obligitory 8 buck lunch special and multiple schooners of icey cold beer :D
after 4 odd years it'd be a shame to see this particular never ceasing string of ill conceived diatribes go to waste.
The big bad chev is running and sounding hotter then a playboy bunny sleepover. Off in trim at the moment which is well underway. The dvd in it works, and all the rest of the doohickies and whatists are running sweeter then... well you get the idea.
Other then that work is shit. Pushing coal in 45 degree dusty days sucks the big one. Especially when you're wearing jeans, long sleeve shirt and workboots that almost come up to your knees.
Nah its all good. It buys me toys :)
And i have internets !
and fallout tactics!
and i live in a pub!
speaking of pub, its almost time for the obligitory 8 buck lunch special and multiple schooners of icey cold beer :D
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Chev update
Its getting there :) and sweet merciful jesus this new camera is awesome.
Not much to go now. All the wiring is done, just putting the doors on, windows and windscreens in and alot of other miscellaneous shit before it goes off to be decked out in lots of dead cow skin :)
Saturday, August 25, 2007
New Boots!
Just a short note to say how much i'm in love with my new Oliver Bowens.
Farkin harder to wear in then a new pair of docs but after 3 shifts they're starting to get there.
Love love love
$500 impulse buy goodness.
I got the shits with wet feet haha
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Dear Tony Abbot
Well this may be a subject normally talked about on Paul's blog, a statement by Mr Abbot regarding Peter Costello caused me no small measure of annoyance.
"Peter Costello has certainly achieved more in his 50 years then the leader of the opposition and is ENTITLED to be a future Prime Minister."
Well pardon me Mr Abbot (and Costello for that matter) but no motherfucker is ENTITLED to be the Prime Minister of my country.
Last time i checked we didn't have a royalist (?) government. The leader must be elected (no matter how much of a quamby our current PM is) and is a servant of the people, not a ruler.
As far as I'm concerned the Prime minister works for me and the rest of the Australian public, and as such i am ENTITLED to give my contribution as to which lying cunt will represent my country on the world stage.
I get the distinct impression that the bunch of bean-heads called politicians are on some ego-maniacal power trip, not int he game for the country, but only to serve their own substantial egos and ambitions.
Take the election of Peter Garrett for example...
A washed up singer for a washed up band, that i don't think was ever very good anyway, is elected into one of the most secure labor seats in the country, and has done fuck all since.
Anyway, i'm getting off track here, as the basic intention of this ill-concieved, written at 0430 in the morning on night shift political diatribe was to highlight my displeasure at anyone thinking that ANYONE has a right to run the country.
When choosing who you vote for in our elections, i for one am of the opinion we don't choose the best man for the job, but choose the lesser of 2 evils. The dickhead we think will fuck up the least.
Because let's face it, most of the clowns in the leather seats in Canberra with enormous superannuation and taxpayer funded jaunts are fuckwits from what I've seen.
Nothing much ever seems to happen and its only around election time we get the "Oh fuck it's an election year, we better do something so that i get elected again" resonse to the other party's personal attacks and the general public's malcontent.
While i definitely am no Paul Dawson when it comes to politics, and often i may not follow what the fuck is going on, i do however resent the fact about anyone thinking they, or any member of their party is 'ENTITLED' to be a future prime minister...
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How can you tell if a politician is lying?
The cunt's mouth is moving.
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/rant.
"Peter Costello has certainly achieved more in his 50 years then the leader of the opposition and is ENTITLED to be a future Prime Minister."
Well pardon me Mr Abbot (and Costello for that matter) but no motherfucker is ENTITLED to be the Prime Minister of my country.
Last time i checked we didn't have a royalist (?) government. The leader must be elected (no matter how much of a quamby our current PM is) and is a servant of the people, not a ruler.
As far as I'm concerned the Prime minister works for me and the rest of the Australian public, and as such i am ENTITLED to give my contribution as to which lying cunt will represent my country on the world stage.
I get the distinct impression that the bunch of bean-heads called politicians are on some ego-maniacal power trip, not int he game for the country, but only to serve their own substantial egos and ambitions.
Take the election of Peter Garrett for example...
A washed up singer for a washed up band, that i don't think was ever very good anyway, is elected into one of the most secure labor seats in the country, and has done fuck all since.
Anyway, i'm getting off track here, as the basic intention of this ill-concieved, written at 0430 in the morning on night shift political diatribe was to highlight my displeasure at anyone thinking that ANYONE has a right to run the country.
When choosing who you vote for in our elections, i for one am of the opinion we don't choose the best man for the job, but choose the lesser of 2 evils. The dickhead we think will fuck up the least.
Because let's face it, most of the clowns in the leather seats in Canberra with enormous superannuation and taxpayer funded jaunts are fuckwits from what I've seen.
Nothing much ever seems to happen and its only around election time we get the "Oh fuck it's an election year, we better do something so that i get elected again" resonse to the other party's personal attacks and the general public's malcontent.
While i definitely am no Paul Dawson when it comes to politics, and often i may not follow what the fuck is going on, i do however resent the fact about anyone thinking they, or any member of their party is 'ENTITLED' to be a future prime minister...
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How can you tell if a politician is lying?
The cunt's mouth is moving.
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/rant.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Chev, Work, Treasure!
Well kids, im in Brisbane for a lightning visit so i got time to do an update on what i been up to the last month.
I Been out in Clermont driving dozers, and generally playing in the sandpit with trucks, pretending to be a washplant operator.
What is a washplant operator i hear you cry?
Well when the truckloads of coal and dirt come out of the mine, they dump it for us to seperate into shit and black shit.
This gets done by a whole lot of asians lined up along a conveyor picking out the lumps of coal, passing them to trained monkeys who smash them up into small lumps, then toss them into the air where they're caught by eagles who put them in the trains.
In other words i got no fucking idea. it goes in one end of the plant and comes out the other as black shit and we truck away the dirt and rocks.
All to do with specific gravity and shit like that.
fucked if i know :P
The chev's off at the sparky's this week, getting the obligitory electricals thrown into it, she's progressed a fair way since the last update, and i would apologise for the shitty 640x480 phone photos but i really don't care :)
And i lied about the treasure...
I Been out in Clermont driving dozers, and generally playing in the sandpit with trucks, pretending to be a washplant operator.
What is a washplant operator i hear you cry?
Well when the truckloads of coal and dirt come out of the mine, they dump it for us to seperate into shit and black shit.
This gets done by a whole lot of asians lined up along a conveyor picking out the lumps of coal, passing them to trained monkeys who smash them up into small lumps, then toss them into the air where they're caught by eagles who put them in the trains.
In other words i got no fucking idea. it goes in one end of the plant and comes out the other as black shit and we truck away the dirt and rocks.
All to do with specific gravity and shit like that.
fucked if i know :P
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The chev's off at the sparky's this week, getting the obligitory electricals thrown into it, she's progressed a fair way since the last update, and i would apologise for the shitty 640x480 phone photos but i really don't care :)
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And i lied about the treasure...
Thursday, July 12, 2007
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