Nothing in this blog can be believed. If you think that anything in this blog is true or factual, you'll need to verify it from another source. Do you understand? No? Then read it again, and repeat this process, until you understand that you cannot sue me for anything you read here. Also, having been sucked into taking part in the mass-murder of more than 3 million Vietnamese people on behalf of U.S. Big Business "interests", I'm as mad as a cut snake (and broke) so it might be a bit silly to try to sue me anyway...

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Titirangi, New Zealand

9 Comments:

Blogger Kurt Reply said...

Hee hee

July 04, 2006 11:45 PM  
Blogger Gerry said...

Wait till Bluey sees it... :-)

July 04, 2006 11:59 PM  
Blogger Rosey said...

I don't get it. Have I missed something?

July 05, 2006 4:32 AM  
Blogger Bluey said...

Drop short. Nice try, ya grumpy old bastard :) but ain't you ever heard of IP proxies. A poster can be from any where in the world. And nothing bad ever comes from NZ, right!? Zoom in with Google Earth, and I'll wave to you from the LZ. Climb back under the hoochie and bake one off for me. Duh! Must be another wannabe cut lunch cowboy, or a rear ech pogo. And here I was thinkin' youse was a genuine wobbly one.

You got any interesting to talk about here, or ya just gonna let the drool run down your singlet? I hear the Everyman is looking for new hymn singers......

July 05, 2006 5:57 AM  
Blogger Gerry said...

Ahhh Rosey... Love the Yoda cat!!! Bluey might have already given you the vital clue. Bluey's IP shows up on my stat counter as being in Tititrangi in UnZud ("unzud" is how New Zealanders pronounce NZ, and whilst we're at it, if a New Zealander talks to you about "sex" he's actually saying 6. If he or she wants sex, they say they want 6 for some reason. I can't figure them out. One's usually been more than enough for me...

Bluey, I know nothing about these proxies of which you speak. How does that work? What does one do to show up as having an IP located in, say Bucharest, Romania? Damn! That spoils everything! :-)

And you're right, I could find nothing challengable about Titirangi during my cursory search.

Nice try at a rev-up there, Bluey. :-)
B Company 9RAR, and then a secondment to a MAT Team operating out of Heavyweight if that means anything to a flightless bird from the shaky isles.

So tell us abit about yourself! Whisky Company? Victor? One of the famous UnZud Dropshort batteries perhaps? Or a pogo looey on secondment to the Australian Army?

For the rest of the readers, Bluey and I are engaging in a bit of ANZAC military jargon. Seems he might have "been there"... :-)

Titirangi was my attempt at flushing him out. And it worked! Well, sort of... But after he fills us in on how to go about proxying with our IP addresses (or whatever), we'll all think of interesting and exotic locations from which to appear to be blogging, and this whole thing falls over. Damn it!! :-/

July 05, 2006 8:39 AM  
Blogger Gerry said...

November Zulu, this is Golf Bravo, we need some smoke here. Fire mission. Up one hundred, ten rounds, Whisky Papa, fire for effect. Over. ;-)

July 05, 2006 8:53 AM  
Blogger Bluey said...

Ah, ginger beer. Didn't we meet at FSB Maria with the 161's? No, seriously though, I have too much respect for VV's to play that game. I won't mess about with the important stuff. I am a mere pimple-faced teenager by comparison, GB. A good friend of mine was with 3RAR there. Many years spent, many beers drunk going over (& over, &..) his time spent in the funny farm. He needed to talk, sometimes to rage, sometimes to get dust in his eyes. I listened respectfully, another shadow by the campfire. He got badly pinged in the shoulder and head. Even now, he still can't sleep without the lights on and a radio going all night. He still jumps at shadows and sudden noises. Damn good bloke, what's left of him.

MAT, that's pretty hardcore. I dips me lid in respect. All these years later and they are still out there on the job. (Now I know you are certified nutter!!). Only thing more stressful I could think of would be being a tunnel rat. Gutsy call, GB. There is a faint connection though. I have worked in Asia on a village wheelchair building project. I was asked to take the project to Vietnam and Cambodia for the kids there with missing limbs. It is something that I would like to do, perhaps next year if all goes well and the funds come together.

But hey, lets leave the warries for offline. Online discussion is too vague without the visual feedback. Too easy to unknowingly cross over the wrong side of the demined markers. Hearty dialogue is one thing. Clumping through the tripwires is something else all together. Anyway, I am jetlagged from this flight over to Jordan you made me take. Too bloody cold here at night, I'm going back to my tropical paradise. Where's my pina colada?

Phosphorous? Damn, you're nasty. Go light your own bloody barbeque, Golf Bravo. We'll stick with the venison, thank you very much.

July 05, 2006 1:52 PM  
Blogger Gerry said...

Bluey, there were a couple of Kiwis on that MAT team, and for a moment there, and against the odds, I thought I might have been talking to one of them. But yeah, we'll drift away from warries now... Been fun checking you out though.

Feel free to keep giving me heaps. I respect people who aren't offended by my stupidity.

Now, what to do for my next stunt... I feel the flu seriously taking hold of me, so I may be spending time in bed... Bummer...

July 05, 2006 10:51 PM  
Blogger Gerry said...

Bluey, if you're still here reading this (from Guatemala), I think you're thinking of a different meaning for the term MAT Team. What I was seconded to was a Mobile Advisory and Training Team under the auspices of MACV, not anything to do with mine clearance, ok?

July 22, 2006 2:02 PM  

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