Diary of a Bloke. With Issues.

doin all rite....

nothing like a good rant eh?
so on the fast part, where willis st becomes two-way again, by the church, when the pedestrian looked straight at me, then turned the other way and pointedly looked the other way the whole time while stepping out and crossing the road, (looking the WRONG way ie to his left, with me hurtling into him from his right) and i yelled at him to look out, and then slammed on the brakes, but of course since there were only a few seconds involved i basically just scrubbed off enough speed not to bowl him over in front of the bus behind me, still my nose contacted his skull quite hard, and I erupted in a stream of "you stupid fucking fuck, what the fuck? fuck you you fucking dickhead, you broken my fucking nose, what the fuck do you think you're fucking doing" etc, it felt kind of good. apart from the nose thing. which as it turns out probably isn't actually broken.

i at least had the presence of mind not to scream something racist. is it a cultural thing, the "I am specifically and deliberately not seeing you therefore you will have to go around me"? it is likely he genuinely did not see me? i don;t know, I don;t fucking care. i also had the presence of mind not to be made late for work by punching him.

not a lot of activity.

measured it up, chopped it down, stuck it together.

set fire to the bench...

( worst welding ever )

A day of no rain. Time to do a better temporary repair on the roof, prior to the weekend's task of actually replacing a sheet of iron. Which should only cost $40 or so. So. Screw it. Duct tape. Wipe it with a towel, wipe it again, cos it is after dark and it is friggin cold. Lay the duct tape on it, lift it off to remove any crap, lay another on, heat it with the palm, woo it sticks!

Get in the shed and take advantage of being down there already!
( how handy! )

reckon they'd throw in a bouncy castle?

http://www.trademe.co.nz/motors/trucks/other/auction-473630078.htm

My garage roof has a few bits which leak. The only real way to find leaks is to wait until it is raining. This means that you get wet finding them. Then you have to wait until it is dry to fix them. Meanwhile, they are still leaking.

So, in the meantime...
( There! I fixed it! )

One of the things about money which seems to be an "alternative" received wisdom, perhaps getting mainstream justification recently, is the idea that money is far more satisfyingly spent when it is used to buy experiences rather than things.

It follows that money can also be used to save us from experiences.

A corollary of this is: we can save money in order to pursue a certain sort of experience. Rather, the act of saving money can be treated as an experience worth as much as the monetary saving itself and this thus creates a double richness in life.... an experience I enjoyed, which I GOT PAID TO HAVE!

Take, for example, my shed:

( oh god )

ANZAC day was a day for remembering the desire to get the fuck out of town.

Hit the road in the afternoon all chirpy chirpy cheep cheep about the joys, and especially given the thousand dollars and more that I paid out in the end for the WOF work. Money well spent: there was suspension play to be dealt with. That's a mechanic's job. I don't envy him, given it was seized solid and covered in fish oil.
( King of the Road )

Did I say "farrrrrk. $900. "?

Add $150.

Sligthly enjoying the fact it would have left them with fish oil all over their fingers.

farrrrrk. $900.

I knew the upper suspension arm bushes might be a bit dodgy, but didn't know the gearbox mount was cracked... if I'd had more time, and had not booked in a camping trip this week, I'd be doing it myself. I had already decided I want in the future to disassemble the entire front suspension, including removal of the crossmember framing and all that.

Except... I want to get the other BLOODY FUCKING ARESHOLE cars out of the driveway which are stuck up behind the van, I want a vehicle to drive around for a while while doing other stuff, and I want to get stuck into doing a bunch of other things that are possibly more important and more rewarding. This includes re-roofing the garage, waterproofing the walls, and turning it into a workshop for me and my X chromosome to do woodwork in. This is what is known as "bonding".