Space Marine power armour and me

It's a love-hate relationship, entirely from my side. I mean, it's fictuous armour; what can it feel?

Golden Grey-a-thon 2009

Now this will come off as shooting myself in the face... But I have to get it off my chest.

So, this year's Games Day UK has come and gone and with it the mini-painting contest of mini-painting contests: Golden Demon UK.

The subtle art of miniature sculpture pt. 2

This is a sort of addendum to the last post, as I have had a think about sculpture in general. And a bit of an epiphany. No angry rant this one.

The subtle art of miniature sculpture

You might not have realised it, but sculpture, especially miniature sculpture, is a very subtle art indeed. And it is very different from standard sculpturing. And I am here to tell you why. Okay, I do not have any kind of actual education on this subject. All I have is more than 10 years of miniature painting to fall back on.

Here's the thing:
When you sculpt a miniature that is meant to be cast in metal or plastic, packed up and sold unpainted, you must take two things into consideration, apart from making a kick-ass mini, obviously.

Now this pissed me off...

Funnily enough, it has nothing to do with religious nuts, although there is plenty reason to be pissed over that right now. Let's just say that my religious nuts-o-meter went bust following the invasion of Gaza.

A mission statement of sorts:

To piss creepy fanboys off.

Well, of sorts, I say.

Why this all of a sudden, and what fanboys (and a few girls, no doubt)?

In which I don't get along with spray-varnish... at all

Spray-on varnish and I have this little understanding. It does what the feth it is supposed to do and I won't throw the can through the damn window for it destroying 20+ hours work of paint-job by blooming.

At least I thought we had.

In a way, you could call me a pot-head

I have played Warhammer...-esque games for something uptowards ten years now and I have been painting scale miniatures (my fondest memory being getting my hands on an Airfix 1:72 scale Messerschmidt Me 262 Schwalbe at age 10) for many years more. I still have my first Spitfires and Me 109s lying around somewhere.
This means I have a very particular relationship with the paints involved in creating these little pieces of art. Strangely enough, I consider the glue more as a tool than helpful friends, as in the case with my paint pots and brushes.

School's out for summer

...and the GW blokes are out of their minds.

Qoui? is probably the word flying through your head right now, if you are French/an Eddie Izzard fan.

I have read Mr. Jervis Johnson's litle preview of the 5th ed. Warhammer 40k rules.

And I have serious misgivings about it all.

J-RPGs and their many short-comings...

No, this is not a "reply" to Yahtzee's latest addition in Zero Punctuation.
Though, that being said, I do agree with most of his points in his review of The World Ends with You.

The reason for this post is that I did something similar to what Yahtzee did. I picked up a J-RPG a day or two ago. In my case, it was Shin Megami Tensei: Digital Demon Saga 2.

A Matter of Life and Meh...

So, I'm trying to get back to the habit of blogging by writing down things on little pieces of paper, when I get a blog-idea in my head, similar to the procedure of my Space Outlaw blog, which still awaits part two of the Bad Guys essay, I know!

This isn't on the list strictly, but I'll follow the list from this point on. The list mainly composes of things that irritate me beyond reason, so if I come out as a self-opinionated arrogant bitch from these writings, then so be it!

The first of these things I want to write about is Iron Maiden's latest record, A Matter of Life and Death, for no other reason that I weren't that smashed over by it. Which is odd, because I am usually tossing myself off with glee when a new Maiden record/album is announced. As you might have guessed I'm quite a Maiden fan. I have nearly all their records, and theirs are the most numerous from one single band in my collection, with only Therion and Nightwish on close second places.

It's all Splinter's fault...

Hrm, two blogs in about as many days. Weird...

Anyway, I'm writing this because my befuddled mind has clamped its clammy tentacles around a new "faiblesse": Skaven in Warhammer Fantasy Battles. Yup, the rat men.

I have diligently played the poncy pointy-eared pussies (High Elves) for nearly ten years now. The High Elves are arrogant, but they are also reliable, sensible, dependable and a lot of other words that end in -ible. Why on Earth would I suddenly have a change of heart and warm to the scruffy, egocentric, undiscipled and down-right EVIL rat-men of the Old World?

Inside the Third Reich

I'm currently putting the final touches to my Speerography and I've moved into what I prefer to call a virtual minefield of emotions, as the discussion over Speer's guilt can be continued into oblivion and beyond.
But that is a discussion that I in this "little essay" will have with myself more or less. I'll twist and turn the Speerian problem until I'm satisfied, but within a reasonable time limit, of course.

No the reason of this little rant, although Speer-related, is different.
It concerns his autobiography, Erinnerungen (Inside the Third Reich) and its Swedish translation.