The Never Ending Story of DYC & FF

Oh wow… just when I think I couldn’t be any more shocked at the blatant stupidity of Daleyacunt he just keeps upping the ante!  So much personal and private stuff all over Facebook for anyone to see.  As if anyone needs a reminder about checking your Facebook privacy settings… look no further!

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Yeah, I remember when my Small Child was about 18 months, I thought it was hilarious to let him dance around a car park without holding my hand too…  :S   Since I decided some time ago that he’s probably a fucking text book psycho… I’m rapidly approaching the point where I’m happy to take the ‘probably’out of that statement…

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OMG.  Unbelievable. This has taken a turn for the deeply personal… violence, abuse and now incest?  Oversharing much, Dale?

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And the hits just keep on coming… can’t believe how brainwashed his daughter Shelby is btw.  She’s one of the kids that was living next door originally and was removed from the property after he made threats of violence against us in May…

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I love that his ‘friends’/people are ‘liking’ this shit.  Who are these weirdos?

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I gotta wonder what on earth Janita Brown is sending him to set him off into this downwards spiral of what appears to be the closest thing to drug fucked introspection that Dale might be capable of.  She doesn’t appear to have a FB page or if she does, she knows how to use the privacy settings… damn and botheration!  😀

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Have yourself a Hot Pink Christmas

Well, the Retailers Association of Australia have told us it’s Christmas time again… the decorations in the shopping centre, the carols in the elevators, all the signs that the silly season is upon us once more.  Oh joy of joys!  I love Christmas!  A time for excessive and unwarranted spending.  A time of family angst and obligation.  A time for increased anxiety and depression.  A time for trying to split yourselves in six different directions on Christmas Day to try and make everyone happy.  I remember one Christmas where I spent the morning in Brisbane, lunch in Toowoomba and dinner on the Gold Coast.  So basically the bulk of the day was spent on the highway… yay!  What’s not to love?

I just love having to think up gifts for people that they either don’t want or don’t need!  So I’m going to make it a little easier this year and publish my Christmas Wish list here for your convenience (you seeing this Husband?) and would encourage all of my friends and family to do the same thing… so I don’t have to come up with ideas on my own (‘cos you know that never ends well!)

First thing on the list – an Opinel veggie peeler because my Wurstof one that I bought in Germany in 1995 is starting to let down the team.

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I could also use one of these, a Zeiss Conquest 3-9×40 scope for a CZ 455 .22 Supermatch rifle that I have on order (if it ever turns up!) Unfortunately… I don’t think they come in pink!

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Some hot pink Victorinox steak knives which I totally don’t need and probably wouldn’t use much but I stumbled on them while I was looking for the veggie peeler and well, aren’t they cute?

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While I’m on kitchen stuff that I think is kinda cool but will probably never get the use it deserves… how about a KitchenAid for someone who really needs encouragement to do more baking!

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No?  Too impractical for one such as I?  How about something likely to actually see day light more often? (Thanks Emmi for finding this – I love it! ;))  Ta-da!  What do you think?  Can you see me wearing one of these?  😛

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Or how about something even more practical than that… something that might actually get used a bit more and the consumables won’t send me broke!  The Sig Sauer P938 doesn’t come in pink though… but I could learn to live with the rosewood grips.

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No? In the Too-Hard-To-Acquire basket?  Oh, I did see something that I thought was both beautiful and practical AND would get used on a daily basis… a Jean Schlumberger Sixteen Stone ring in 18ct yellow gold with pink sapphires and brilliant cut diamonds? (available at Tiffany & Co. for bargain price of $9,750).

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Hmmm… other than that, I’m a bit tapped for ideas.  I’d like a Pelican case to take ‘stuff’ on planes, but they don’t come in pink.  I could definitely go a new ‘sock’ for my iPhone5 because they iPhone4 ones don’t fit it very well.  Maybe a nice Beretta logo sweater, but I won’t get to wear it until sometime next year…

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Or failing that what I think I really need is a holiday!  Preferably somewhere with no Lating/Roman/Greek or other classical connections!  Las Vegas is about as far from the ancient world that I can think of!  So that oughta do it!  😀

And that’s about it really.  From a $5 iPhone sock to a $10k ring I don’t need.  Now do everyone a favour and post up your own Christmas Wish List (as practical or whimsical as may be) so people don’t have throw darts to figure out what to get you this holiday season!

*Please note… I don’t actually want most of this stuff!

Dickhead Dale Waxing Lyrical?

It’s like watching a train wreck and I just can’t look away!  Anyone would think I miss Daleyacunt and to be honest I’m starting to feel a bit like a stalker!  😛  But it’s just so amusing to see his life falling apart, bit by well deserved bit.  And I can just imagine the look on his smug arse face… ‘you fuckin’ cunt’s can’t do anything ta me! The fuckin’ cops can’t fuckin’ touch me, so whadda ya think, you can’t fuckin’ do anythin’, so ya stuck with me ya pricks!’ still ringing in my ears.  Sigh.

The most recent episodes of the Worlds Cheapest Soap Opera have seen our anti-hero buy a brand new car, get chased out of the aboriginal tent embassy by what sounds like an axe wielding family member during a volatile break up with his partner Ms Janita Brown, followed by a car accident and a short checkin at the Box Hill Hospital.  Now Daleyacunt seems to be waxing lyrical and poetic in amongst ranting about the exorbitant costs of veterinary services…. such a hard, hard life he is enduring poor bugger.  With a bit of luck they’ll continue to get worse for the miserable bastard:

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Wow, he actually think’s he’s the mature and sensible one breaking off bad relationships.  Nothing to do with the fact that he’s emotionally, verbally and physically abusing his partners!  What a fucking douchebag!  And yet here is all worried about that damn shark on a rope that he lavished attention on all the time in among screaming abuse at Fuckin’Fuckhead.

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Dad?  Dad?  Don’t tell me he’s got even more kids!  How come a complete cockhead like this dickwad gets to father a handful of kids and then spends his life making theirs miserable by being abusive and scaring the hell out of them by beating on their moms, while other people who desperately want to have children can’t. 🙁  Oh, but here he is, DYC’s back and complaining about the cost of keeping his ‘best little mate’ alive.  That sounds more like the Dale we know and despise… to be honest, I’m surprised he spared the cash from his pocket money.  Probably have to cut back on the weed until next Centrelink pay day to cover it.

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But then maybe again maybe not… perhaps he was well stocked up beforehand, because he certainly sounds high as a kite in this post!  Hmmm, wonder when did he went from ‘Move the fucking pot over there ya fuckin’ fuckhead, not over there ya fuckin’ dickhead, what sort of fuckin’ stupid cunt would put the fucking plant over there when it fuckin’ obviously should go over here!’ to this:

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Wow! There’s something a little bit ‘my preciousss’ creeping in there somewhere. O_o.  He obviously thinks he’s quite the catch… a lover, a poet, Dad of the Year, animal lover and wife beater.  Oh, must be that last bit that keeps seeing him fall on his arse, but no doubt in his drug fucked misogynistic mindset – it’s all their fault.  Poor little bubba Jay indeed. 🙁

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Whoops! My schadenfreude is showing!

All week long I’ve been listening to the industriousness of some Q-Build guys working on the other side of the fence as they’ve been collecting all the crap that Daleyacunt and Fuckin’Fuckhead left behind in their haste to leave before the door (Qld Police) hit their collective arses on the way out.  And not surprisingly, I’ve been thinking… ya know, I could really use a handful of hefty young lads with strong backs to come and cut down some trees, and clean up the brothel that is my back yard, especially given the nine months of neglect it has endured while we haven’t wanted to be out doors at all thanks to Dale’s ever so pleasant demeanour.  The Q-Build guys have been doing yard work, cleaning away a small tonne of junk (toys, clothes and shoes and just stuff and crap) that they just left strewn all over the property and throughout the house, fixing things, doing a bit of painting etc,. and this afternoon the place was starting to look like it might be inhabitable again soon and I wondered what sort of neighbours we’ll get next time… I don’t know.  It’s a mystery!

But I do know that Daleyacunt is … my mistake… WAS … having the time of his life since he left town.  Thanks to the wonders of Facebook and the obvious lack of technological savvy on his part, we have been keeping an eye on Dickhead Dale via Facebook* for sometime. On occasion it was the only way we could predict if we would get a couple of hours peace and quiet if he was checked in down at the local pub.  And continue to check in he has…

Saturday Nov 10th – Looks they they’ve gone south and are living it up large on the government purse… fancy new car, lots of camping, no responsibilities and out on the open road. Nice for some.   😐

dole bludger violent cunt neighbour from hellI duly warned my good friends in Canberra that there was an special breed of parasitic arsewipe on the loose in their area but there was really not much more we could do than that.  Knew it was only a matter of time before he got himself in trouble though… I have a feeling he’s lots count of the amount of people who have Peace and Good Behaviour Bonds on him.

Monday 12th November – larking at Parliament House with his pig dog, Fred, brings him to the attention of the local constabulary – go team!

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Wednesday 14th November – surprise! surprise! surprise!  Things go tits up in a major way for Daleyacunt and FuckinFuckhead.  I wasn’t even there and I can imagine how it went down… he’s abused her in his normal way and strangely enough the people at the tent embassy went ‘Hey, that’s not on’.  But rather than call the police… this goes down instead:

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I’m sorry… is it wrong that I literally laughed out loud when I read this?  This is exactly what we have been living with for the better part of the last year… I can’t count how many times I wanted to wave a gun in the dickhead’s general direction and try and get him to calm the fuck down – but it totally wasn’t worth it.  I value my weapons licenses and my only sporting hobby way too much to lose it all over a judgement impaired fucktard like Dale de Tosseur.  Can’t quite decided if I’m concerned that he has the toddler with him or not.  Neither of them are exactly Parent of the Year material and both equally volatile.  Scary and sad future for the little guy either way, I guess.  And then there was this:

Yesterday, Thursday 15th November – at Box Hill Hospital…

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Well, I must say I am glad ‘bubba’ is still ‘breathing’, by which I take it he means that the baby is unharmed… but further than that, I really, really hope he wrote off his brand new ‘Centrelink paid for’ Nissan Navara, which no doubt wouldn’t be insured and would have been financed up the wa-hoo.  Basically think something like that couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.

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But enough of this unseemly delight in the misfortune of my former neighbour.  I must say though, it is awfully fun to watch from up here in Qld… that whole “pain + distance = humour” adage has never been more true!

 *chick in the picture on Facebook link is Daleyacunt’s (aka Dale Raymond Hamson) sister, his ex-partner was Ms Janita Brown who is much younger and an indigenous Australian and sounds like she currently resides at the tent embassy in Canberra.

Fish Out Of Water

After a bit of a late night I had great plans for Latin study alternated with doing as little as possible today in an effort to conserve what little remains of my sanity at the moment.  It’s heading into silly season and I don’t know why I thought I had a quiet weekend ahead of me, but that went out the window pretty quick.  C’est la vie.

Anyway, today for the first time I ended up at one of those strange cultural phenomena known as a comic conference or a popular culture festival, called Supanova (why they spell it like though, that is beyond me).  I was not expecting to be going, and was rather lukewarm on the concept to be honest… and I certainly wasn’t one of the many in the crowds who had obviously been looking forward to this event for months with great anticipation – sequins, fake blood, brightly coloured wigs and hot glue guns at the ready.  It took me a minute, but as we got near the venue; the penny dropped… aaah pop culture/comics books/fandom/geek fest = cosplay.

brisbane cute sexy outfitsI seriously had forgotten about the complete license to let your freak flag fly at these sorts of events and was initially a little taken aback at the wide and varied and excessively skimpy costumes on display.  If cookie monster hair and a Sailor Moon costume is what it takes to get you going… more power to you.  But I just somehow totally failed to make the connection before we got there for some reason… meh.

So the March of the Weirdos was extremely entertaining (and this coming from someone with 15 years of background in medieval re-enactment… yes, I am fully cognisant of the hypocrisy/irony in the sentiment) mostly because I simply didn’t have the background knowledge to know what the fuck most of these people were supposed to be dressed up as?  I mean I go to an SCA event and I can pick someone who is doing 10thC Anglo Saxon from someone who is doing 15thC Spanish which are both clearly different from 14thC Burgundian or 12th Irish!  But most of the people at the showgrounds today just caused me to me constantly ask ‘What is/are he/she/it/them supposed to be dressed as?”  Absolutely no frame of reference whatsoever for most of them.  I recognised an orc, and saw some robots (but couldn’t tell you what flavour or franchise of robot they were supposed to be), and I saw two Links (thanks Small Child, wouldn’t have known that one without you) and more Batmans than you can poke a stick at.  But past those I was like ‘what’s she/he supposed to be?’ which turned out to be a bit of a pointless exercise anyway because the answers made me none the wiser anyway… I can’t pick a storm trooper from a mechwarrior (?) in a line up anyhow.  :S

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We whipped around the pavilions, saw LOT of cutesy cutesy Japanese anime Hello Kitty type merchandise right next to someone selling huge movie related replica swords, knives and quasi-military paraphernalia (paintball, tactical gear, webbing, scopes and balaclavas??)  There was stalls selling comic books, chunky compendiums of graphic novels and serious collectors items alongside with someone selling home made gingham hairbows with little skull faces in them??  Err… a little something for everyone one I think?!?

supanova brisbane merchandiseI rapidly discovered that open ended questions gave me a marginal advantage in stopping me from looking like a complete noompty – so I spent most of the afternoon saying, ‘What is that for?’ or ‘What is that from?’ or just ‘what the hell is that thing?’… :S  Because apparently it’s better to appear ignorant than to get it wrong… as in “Cool, I’m going to buy Mr K this silly figurine from Star Trek that no one likes as a bit of a shit stir! :P” whilst holding up a thing called Jarjar Binks.  Yes, I admit it I don’t know anything about the Stars… Star Treks, Star Wars, Star Gates, whatever!  They’re all the bloody same to me – aliens, lasers and good guys and bad guys (yes, yes, please keep your indignation/incredulousness down to a dull roar… ta).

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merchandise series fry leila nibbler I pottered around the place with an odd feeling that I could not remember the last time I felt so ‘out of place’ anywhere.  I am usually quite comfortable in my surroundings and never feel like I don’t belong or don’t understand the place or my purpose in being there. So it was a very unusual weirdness to feel a bit ‘What exactly am I doing here, and what is this whole thing about?’  Couldn’t remember the last time I felt like such a fish out of water.

Surrounded by confusing icons of pop culture, I did what any sensible woman armed with only a Platinum Visa for protection would do – I shopped!

jar jar binks super mario marty mcfly lego WoW cards I did buy the Jarjar Binks STAR WARS (yes, I was set straight on that one) figurine for Mr K, but I also found boxes of WoW cards and called him to see which ones were which, so I could buy him ‘the right’ box.  I also found a Lego stall and after much deliberation bought the Small Child some Avengers Lego – very cool.  Ummm… I also got a ‘not for tv’ Marty McFly rainbow coloured cap, a strange Mac&Cheese smelling car freshener for the Small Child to hang off his monitor which I thought he might find amusing, and a cute Super Mario belt that spins from a red to a green mushroom (you can’t have a ten year old son and NOT know who Super Mario is so I was safe there).  😀

All up it was a rather entertaining afternoon (an interesting cultural counterpoint to Saturday’s matinee session of Carmen by the Australian Opera Company)… but not sure it’s one I care to repeat.  Been there, done that, what’s next?  🙂