There’s no such thing as a former Marine.

March 31, 2008

They’re just taking a break.


March 31, 2008


The Casbah

March 31, 2008

has been rocked.

We win.

Whats their fucking problem???

March 29, 2008

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At least I can get to bloody point…

Do you talk too much in your blog?

So I went to get some lunch…

March 26, 2008

but I had to duck and run to avoid the sniper fire and I only had time to grab a filled roll before the shop was closed for safety reasons and we had to run for the plane. And thats what happened.

Oh yeah shes gonna be president… of fantasy land.

Ignore this post, its just holding images for me

March 25, 2008

New Olympic uniform for the NZ Team…

March 25, 2008


Go forth and shop. I personlly am maintaining my strict diet of sugar and grease to ensure I remain unavailable for the team.

Are you doing your part?

Meet Katie..

March 24, 2008

Katie is an Aries of mixed pine and Dutch Elm descent who likes sitting really still and then smashing stuff from a distance. Although the “new kid” in the game Katie is in fact the biggest machine of her type who can claim a real 13th Century pedigree.

Katie is joining veteran machines Chucky and The Dragon along with another newbie Scipio the ballista at an exhibition at Te Manawa starting on the 7th April. After this they will all be heading off to the Wairarapa where stuff will be smashed, blown up, shot and possibly set fire to if everything fails to go according to plan.


If you are interested in sponsoring Katie or any of the other machines in the exhibition naming rights are available just drop me a line for details.

Well that explains the bumpy forehead

March 23, 2008


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Amatures get it wrong again.

March 23, 2008

When I was sitting the test for my firearms liscence I had a sit though a mountain safety council lecture on firearms safety and handling.

The instant they head hunter found out I was army I was a marked man. He gleefully informed the class (90% of whom I wouldn’t trust with a spud gun) that I was “dangerous” and he would take great delight in failing me. Apparently I had an “attitude problem” because like all soldiers I referred to weapons as weapons not “firearms” as all decent peace loving pixies of the mountains do.

This meant that I was a threat to all and sundry because I saw what I was holding as being an instrament of death and destruction while he and his band of tree elves saw them as “tools” for a job.

Long term readers will of course be asuming I didn’t sit there and take it. Quite so. I took the position that he rationale was in fact upside down. I also casually pointed out that he had just gotten through telling us a series of horror stories about all the people who had been killed in the previous months (FIVE) by hunters. This included people leaving things loaded and the number one killer – taking a shot when you shouldn’t. Including shooting at an open ridge line and taget miss-identification.

I followed this up with the fact of the army having fired off several million rounds in the same period and not having killed anyone we didn’t mean to because

a: we hit what we’re aiming at

b: we’re really hard on target indentification and safety.

He got a little bitter and twisted and kept up his “all soldiers are cowboys” rant for the rest of the evening and kept me after everyone else had left so he didn’t have to admit I’d scored 100% of their bullshit paper test and his joy at failing me had met with “defered success”.

There’s a fundemental difference between hunters and soldiers. Soldiers use wepons as a profession. Hunters use “firearms” to be amatures.

You don’t “mistake” a man for a deer, you FAIL to correctly identify your taget.

One man is dead, the guy who killed him will have to live with taking out his own daughters boyfriend, a father, mother and sister have lost someone and the ripples expand to other family and friends.

Because one man shot like an amature.

One round and you’ve turned a lot of lives to shit forever. Thats all it takes.

Assume you’re going to hit what you’re aiming at. If you don’t know where you’re shooting buddy is assume he’s in the splash area and be ABSOLUTELY sure of what you’re shooting at.

Because you can call that thing in your hands a daisy for all it matters, its STILL a weapon.

Just some advice from a man with an attitude problem. Who has never killed anyone.