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.

This is equal amounts of cute and sad---

The bird is cute, in all its meta-humour.

The owner is sad, in many different ways, for teaching his bird the Final Fantasy Chocobo theme.

And it's not just the Chocobo theme... Let it play out to the end, you'll see.

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)?

A Retrospective on The Sabbat Worlds Crusade background book

The reason I am writing up this retrospective on a couple of years old Black Library background book is that I have Xenology on my reading list, and I aim to review it from a Biologists point of view. To do that, however, I have to get my hand back in on reviewing shit. I also write this BEFORE watching this week's episode of Zero Punctuation, as I don't want to be "Yahtzee-fied".

So let's kick off, shall we?

He has a good point...

For all his dong jokes in Zero Punctuation, Ben Croshaw's first foray into mainstream media rams home a very good point.

Just wanted to say that.

Making fun of Nazis pt. 2

I know what I am suposed to do with my own blog, thank you very much, but when I stumbled upon the following picture, I couldn't resist adding a caption, or rather a text, as it's late and I can't be arsed to open GIMP to meddle with the damn thing.


Reichsminister Speer, during an inspection trip in France, visits a summer camp for midgets.

Smeg knows if this'll be as funny tomorrow morning, but it's funny as hell as of 11 pm, September 22nd, 2008.

EDIT as of Sept. 23rd, 2008. 7.30 PM Nope, still as funny to me. And I've decided to skip on the "Why I am an atheist" blog as it shouldn't really matter. And the other two blogs I want to write are going to be link heavy. Oy vey...

The Prize for Gayest Pose 1937 goes to...

Now, to get down to the chase fast and easy, I am one of the fiercest advocates that the best way to prevent National Socialism aka Nazism from ever rising to power again is by making fun of the hapless pillocks.

Fanfiction Corner: TES: Edberry Panic! (first impressions)

I have had this on my To-Do list for a long while now; nearly half a year since I promised the author of this to write a review of it. I warned him of my slightly psychotic manner of reviewing things and that I would not beat about the bush if I saw something that affronted my sensibilities. Seemed to agree to that. So here goes.

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.