Happy Your Birthday to Us….

Kate, my sister. HAPPY YOUR BIRTHDAY TO ME. TO Us.

She died. Lung cancer. Three years, or is it four now? Time stands still in limbo land. That feeble divide between being a good enough dad, but never being allowed to see your kid for no good reason. 
But this is not about me. Nor is it about the pathetic family court system and corrupt judges.
It is a happy birthday wish to us all.
Even though one of my best mates as a kid died despite bone marrow swaps going well fourty eight hours ago.
Not without noticing co incidences a plenty as he was in same room at Ccdhb cancer area…
His funeral on Monday. And the powers that be, CORRECTIONS, JUSTICE, POLICE are doing their best to prevent my attendance.
They are slowly kicking the fight out of me.
For I am becoming selfish. And therefore avoiding pain.
Happy and relaxing day to us.


Meanwhile, a Caddisfly passes overhead…

trichoptera041The spectrum of life keeps giving…

Unfortunately the powers that be – Police / Health / Courts / God / Take Your Pick – have been taking control of my life.

Kicking and screaming, far from handing it over.

However, am slowly having the fight kicked out of me. Just too many things to whine about, far too many things to add together comprehensibly.

Maybe there should be a book.

Perhaps, by not writing it, there would be some credit from my god for saving you all the disappointment that reading it would inevitably bring.


Ran around like a headless chicken for a month as knew the electronic ball and chain was coming this time.

Got a bunch of projects.

Got a cheap welder.
Got a broken car.
Got some new go fast bits.
Got a garden.

Try to stay creative, if not entirely positive.

As least these lead to focusing, and therefore a little serenity.

But, life dictates to me am deserving of a very sore back. Have been avoiding the epidurals as sometimes they just leave me legless.

Today I went for a new procedure with the good Paul Hardy at Wellington Regional Hospital (CCDHB). … Came away feeling better than ever in the last six months. Sitting in front of the computer for a few hours has been neat.

Hope it doesn’t come back to bite me arse in the morning.



When gravity takes over…

Just run with it.

Death by duvet is okay. Apathy via Apple. Necrosis with thanks to Netflix.
Sometimes it’s better than alternatives. 

Just run with it.

Don’t file my advice. For having fourty eight hours before being sentenced to home detention for the rest of the year should see you out and about doing as much as possible.
Which was the plan.

Just run myself into the ground in the process.

Am sure some drugs would help get over it. 

Maybe tomorrow. But just for today there is horizontal time and Netflix. AM sure that in fourty eight hours this will seem like a silly choice.

Until then, give me a Fucken break…

Even though I was supposed to move in here June 7th, but the property agent, Rentables Levin, stuffed me around until the 20th…

Even though they then told me I had to move out after only a week as “the owner wants to move back in to sub divide and put up a new house”…

Even though this has cost me a thousand dollars of expenses…

Even though Rentables Levin took a 250 dollar “letting fee” that they refuse to refund…

Even though it’s owners and Rentables have cost me every spare bit of cash and effort and favours from friends to move in…

My back lawn, lemon,. fejoa, apple and grapefruit trees

Don’t see why 125 Liverpool Street, Levin should suffer.
After all, it is not the houses fault.

Nor, in actual fact, is it mine..

In the words of the long tme old coffee mate from Newtown…
Couldn’t agree more old nigz, couldn’t agree more…

So, maybe somewhat stupidly, have still been mowing lawns, weeding gardens, cleaning gutters, water blasting mould off concrete and even paying the rent.

Beautiful day with freshly mower applied lawn. 

Shame. The house and property love me. And I just need a place to stay and settle.


Doom and Gloom? Impossible.

Old ARC welder that sat in a carport on Wellingtons south coast in the salty sea air for two years… Got some electrodes for ten bucks off TradeMe and was amazed the thing still worked. Just like an old Ford six cylinder, park it for years, turn it on, and away you go…

Still looking at getting MIG (gas/ageless model) so as to convert 1994 Falcon six cylinder four litre EF front end to 2004 AU3 XR6 suspension, steering, brakes, engine mounts… Will then use AU engine block with my mildly worked, cam’d and extracted 1998 Xr6 head…
Combining the new steering geometry with the large two pot brakes and my huge sway bar… Should do better than my current best 1:32 around Mansfield race track…
Just need to find a house, get a license back, and rob a bank… oh, and stay away from ludicrous amounts of drugs and addicts…

housing… dreams… beggars can’t be losers

AM due for sentencing in a few days, yet still have no permanent place to live, so ankle bracelet GPS monitored conditions could be off the table… New Zealand housing is a problem, something the right wing national capitalist government has done little to acknowledge.
Very similar to getting rehab or addiction services, you need to get on tv or get a member of parliament on your side.
Thankfully Labour’s Trevor Mallard came to the party and thus my good self may well not be in jail until Christmas, along with the tattooist mate who didn’t give me a lift the other week.
Turns out he was in jail.
So, fair enough about the snobbing in regards to a lift back north.
Really have nothing to do with my life until yet another limbo is sorted. Have spent a ling time cut off from local community by crazy tricky bail conditions, including not being allowed into local towns due to people being scared…
Here’s one of them…

What to say about that?…
Eight months banned from town as this lovely lady and her partner are so frightened… yet he follows me and throws fingers and abuse… yet she keeps contacting and wanting to see me…
Doesn’t sound like they really have much reason to play this huge victim card constantly.
The system seems to advise victims on how to be victims… It’s about time we ALL stood up and took ownership and responsibility.
Just too busy doing nothing… Sorry.