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.

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.