Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

March 25, 2013

Bearish on lead

And so the story goes, thanks to my recently acquired gainful employment I have renewed some old and dying but essential technology in the man cave, to whit, a new coffee percolator and new expresso machine, and added a few more vacuum packed cubes of Lavazzo to the stores.wp-1364224788329

Currently here in the UK we are a week and a bit away from the end of the tax year, so a combination of that and the jitters from the cyprus thing appears to be sufficient explanation for a slowdown in my workload, so far my diary is empty, so today I have been paid to sit at home in my kitchen and savour many cups of bloody good coffee while farting around on the net, which included PoF etc.

PoF, it has to be said, is going through a dry patch, the wimminz on there are desperate to the point of hysteria, and it is always falling over at the same point, my “me in a shirt and tie” private profile (what I like to call my “the accused” pic)  pic just ain’t cutting the ice in these times, what’s needed is clearly the leather jacket and cheroot right after I have said to someone off camera “and ze oooozy nine milli-meeta“… smooth is out, butch is in.

However, on the swinging / kink sites it’s going the other way, these wimminz always preferred the “I am gonna rape you and axe murder you, and maybe not in that order” profile pic, but now they are increasingly running away from that and running towards the smooth fucker in a shirt at tie, what I see as the only essential difference between these two groups of wimminz is the ones on the kink sites cop to having taken a load of cock, and the ones on the PoF site pretend they ain’t… amusing when you spot the same person on two or three different sites, with different profiles to match.

I’m thinking yet again it is time for me to give up smoking, in parlous times it is a lousy drug to be using, and it ain’t exactly a cheap hobby, and I may be needing the extra lung capacity

I’m also going bear-ish on sex toys, looks like we have seen the bottom of the market and the only way prices are going now is up, and the only way the supply and manufacturing chain is going is down IMHO. This is of course also going to apply to anything sex related on the internet, now is not the time to invest in fancyafuck.com…

I’m also seeing strong parallels between those who are unaware of the nature of wimminz so play the white knight in an attempt to get laid, and those who are unaware of the nature of the economy… I guess this really shouldn’t surprise me as the two share so many common elements, but it does anyway.

One thing this new job has been good for is it as gotten me travelling on someone else’s dime, or fuel card, so I am basically seeing a different town’s high street every day, and every last fucking one of them is dead, no fucker walking around with shopping bags, and coincidentally in every one the local councils are spending money like fucking water on infrastructure and pavements and pedestrianisation and other bullshit, it’s all pre April 6th, pre end of the tax year stuff.

In fact the only thing I am even remotely tempted to go bullish on is guys like me who have gotten out from under the cloven hoof of the wimminz and the state and debt, the future is looking pretty damn good, surplus of poontang, 6 months worth of coffee and bog rolls in stock, and a job that I could walk away from now, but which would in fairness set me up for another year if I can get another three months out of it…

Like the saying goes, it is an ill wind that blows no good….

April 27, 2012

inch by eights

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:11 pm

Inch by eight in brass countersunk head was perhaps the commonest brass wood screw made, certainly there were very few things that you could make, from a yacht to a table, that did not involve using them.

Inch by eights used to be bought by the pound, or if you were on the continent by the half kilo.

I just saw a box of them for THIRTY FUCKING FOUR UK POUNDS STERLING, so intrigued I go online and the cheapest I could READILY find were £4.74 excluding 20% VAT and shipping per 100, and of course who knows where they were made, what grade or quality of brass etc.

This free wordpress does not allow the uploading of video, if it did instead of just watching yesterday I would have videoed my lathe running at a very sedate 300 RPM and the very special sound of a nice sharp and well profiled cutting tool skimming the surface of some 2″ diameter aluminium bar in an old fashioned and rigid lathe.

While I was watching it, and sipping my coffee, and I will admit craving a smoke, for it was at such times that I used to smoke… lol… it occurred to me, no wimminz has ever “got” the sound or feel or smell or look or process of a lathe or mill making a nice cut and changing one thing into another.

They just don’t “commune” with it like a man or boy will.

Same with coffee, they just don’t get a good coffee being poured slowly over a full brown cane sugar, or the makings of the same, all the wimminz just want a one button latte machine, they aren’t into the process itself.

While not a religious person, I am quite happy to grab bits of any philosophy that suits me, so one of the things I grabbed from Zen / Buddhism many moons ago was the idea of each day doing at least one thing very slowly, and savouring it.

I could have spun the VFD up and spun the lathe spindle at 3,000 RPM and done the job in a tenth of the time…. in the same way that I could have bought a one button coffee maker instead of my old German do everything manually job, or I could just stick with instant.. lol

Same with smoking, I always used to hand roll, and it is the hand rolling that I miss as much as anything, or maybe that is the old addiction pathways talking, but I did enjoy rolling…

But getting back to the inch by eights, I remember an apprentice in a foreign port (that happened to be where I was living at the time) being sent ashore for a few kilos of inch by eights, and returning with the tale that there were none to be had, and subsequent conniption fit by the shipwright, which included the words “…not fucking possible…” and “…commonest woodscrew on the fucking planet….”

Except fast forwards 20 years and come and live in this city, and I know two places where you can walk in and walk out again with inch by eights, and only because I live here AND come from a trade background… they are not in Google, you either know or you don’t… and most of the time what you know is that the last supplier shut up shop a decade ago.

Same thing for this city goes for non ferrous metals, the last supplier / vendor closed 10 years ago….same thing for car radiator repairs, car paint mixed on demand, I could go on and on.

That old shipwright would never have believed it, that you can go to a City and find it almost impossible to find any inch by eights in brass, and even then a few pounds is their TOTAL stock so good luck asking for seven pounds of screws.

This is but another side effect of the feminazi mangina niggerz and wimminz world we live in where everything male was reviled and derided… I stand in my workshop looking at my old English lathe and milling machine (and other tools) which I converted myself to CNC yonks ago complete with 5 micron glass scales and DRO etc, and wonder if I should sell, after all they are worth more money now than they have ever been and are huge and awkward to move and house, and being realistic just how much actual use do either of these machines actually get?

And then a day like yesterday comes and I listen to some metal cutting, and I don’t even care that I can just walk out and do a job like that on demand.

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