Thursday, May 13, 2021
Wednesday, May 12, 2021
Over a decade ago, I complained about the lack of Brazil nuts in a foil bag of Planters mixed nuts. Recently I acquired three 250g tins of Planters mixed nuts; they were on sale for less than three dollars each. The first tin contained a paltry pair of Brazils, which was annoying but not catastrophic. The second tin had exactly zero Brazil nuts. In high dudgeon, I prepared to rant again on this blog about the paucity of the finest nut, despite having the benefit of Jeff Shyluk's scientific explanation of the Brazil-less phenomenon.
But today I opened the third tin, and I saw this:
Tuesday, May 11, 2021
Monday, May 10, 2021
Months ago, I painted these miniatures for the Fallout: New California board game expansion. To my eyes, the Mr. Handy robot and the person in power armour turned out okay, while the rest are middling at best. I think my painting skills have improved since I tackled this motley crew.
Sunday, May 09, 2021
Our Mother's Day plans for this year were partially foiled by weather, COVID-19, and family illness, but Sylvia and I managed brief visits with her mother and mine to check in and wish them well. This Mother's Day I'm particularly grateful that Mom remains healthy and sharp-minded, and that she's now fully vaccinated against COVID-19. Fingers crossed this also means she's protected against the new variants bubbling up around the world, but luckily Mom is smart and cautious so I'm confident she's going to be okay.
Earlier today Mom sent over this photo of her mother, my maternal grandmother. It was taken on the Leask farm sometime in the 19-teens. She looks quite vibrant here! It's an image I've never seen before, and I'm grateful to have it - not as grateful as I am to have Mom, of course.
Saturday, May 08, 2021
Here's a checkpoint or guard station or observation bluff, I'm not sure which.
I feel like I should have perhaps used fewer colours. On the other hand, maybe in-universe this little building was simply painted by someone with bad taste or colour blindness.
Friday, May 07, 2021
Here's a two-story shanty to accompany the smaller version I shared yesterday. Painting the insides after I'd already glued the top and bottom stories together turned out to be quite a challenge. You'd think I'd have learned this lesson by now...
Thursday, May 06, 2021
Wednesday, May 05, 2021
Tuesday, May 04, 2021
A sigil branded on a star
Signals seekers from afar
From one quintillion worlds they come
To the last snark, to the last boojum
A journey longer than Time and thought
Racing the final night before the cold brings the quarks to a halt
Before star and sigil collapse into a place and time beyond understanding
But still they come
For the promise of one last wish
Before it's all over
Monday, May 03, 2021
Some more views of the truck:
Sunday, May 02, 2021
Saturday, May 01, 2021
Maybe I'm spoiled. Mom and Dad used to catch fresh fish from the pristine lakes of northern Manitoba and clean and fry the fillets right at the campground. The pickerel and trout they prepared in those days remains my favourite meal of all time. All fish since has paled in comparison.
Even so, I can still enjoy fish if it's not wrapped in a casing of fried lard and butter.
Fish: better without the batter.
Friday, April 30, 2021
Thursday, April 29, 2021
I know it's hard to tell how mixed up you feel
Hoping what you need is behind every door
Each time you get hurt, I don't want you to change
Because everyone has hopes, you're human after all
The feeling sometimes, wishing you were someone else
Feeling as though you never belong
This feeling is not sadness, this feeling is not joy
I truly understand. Please, don't cry now
Please don't go, I want you to stay
I'm begging you please, please don't leave here
I don't want you to hate;
For all the hurt that you feel
The world is just illusion, trying to change you
Wednesday, April 28, 2021
Tuesday, April 27, 2021
Monday, April 26, 2021
Sunday, April 25, 2021
Saturday, April 24, 2021
I do believe my hair hasn't been this long since, perhaps, junior high school. Sylvia seems to like this new unplanned hairstyle, but only when it accidentally falls perfectly into place. She suggests gel. I am leery.
Friday, April 23, 2021
Last night's dream:
Sylvia and I are at the kitchen table, discussing taxes. Suddenly, several members of the Legion of Super-Heroes come in through the back door: Superboy, Mon-El, Shrinking Violet, Shadow Lass, and Colossal Boy. I'm shocked into awed silence while Sylvia reacts with annoyance: "Excuse me, you can't just walk in here without an invitation!" she says.
"Sorry miss, we're on an urgent mission into the past!" Mon-El says.
"Space pirates from my homeworld of Imsk have a plan to change history!" Shrinking Violet says.
"They're somewhere in this area!" Shadow Lass says.
Sylvia looks skeptical and doesn't appreciate the skintight nature of the girls' costumes. But before anyone else can say anything, a spaceship about two feet long zips in through the open back door, firing multicolored rays at the Legionnaires.
"Kryptonite--I-I'm blacking out!" gasps Superboy as he's felled.
"Lead--my only weakness!" cries Mon-El.
"Stun rays--knocking us senseless!" wails Shadow Lass as she and Shrinking Violet fall.
Only Colossal Boy managed to dodge the assault, and he grabs the spaceship in both hands.
"This'll put the fear of God into 'em!" he shouts, ripping off the nose cone of the ship as if uncorking a wine bottle. Then, he holds the ship nose-down over our sink, and somewhere in the neighbourhood of twelve to fifteen three-inch-tall space pirates go down the drain, shouting and screaming. Tossing the empty ship aside, Colossal boy then turns on the garburator and the tap, grinding the pirates into bloody paste and washing away the gruesome remains.
A weakened Superboy reacts with horror: "Colossal Boy--no! The Legion code against killing..."
"...You've broken it!" Shrinking Violet concludes. "You'll be expelled from the Legion!"
"Please get out of my house," Sylvia says. And I wake up laughing.
Thursday, April 22, 2021
Here is a 28mm-scaled, uh...you know, I don't even know what you call these things. Some people say "big rigs," but that seems wrong. "Truck" is too generic. Anyway, it's a thing that pulls trailers. Or maybe not; you're supposed to put a garbage compactor or a tank for liquid cargo on the back. So "hauler" it is until someone corrects me in the comments.
A lot of vehicles like this are painted red, so...I painted this one red. And that's my story.
Wednesday, April 21, 2021
Deep within the bowels of the foundry
The great living engine sleeps
Skin a crust of black coal
Innards glowing magma
Its senses alien but keen
It does not see, hear, smell, taste, feel us
But it knows us nonetheless
And it shrieks silent hate to the world above
And we all know deep down
Someday it will come for us
Tuesday, April 20, 2021
Monday, April 19, 2021
Sunday, April 18, 2021
Saturday, April 17, 2021
It is just before midnight, and after long hours of restlessness I am finally drifting off to sleep. Suddenly, curled next to me, Sylvia shrieks, her scream reverberating through the moonlit night. Startled, I jerk back to wakefulness.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"I was dreaming of peanut butter!" Sylvia answers, and instantly falls back into slumber. I am left to wonder what's so scary about peanut butter...
Friday, April 16, 2021
You may have surmised that I opened the candy after all. I realized that the wrapper would fit perfectly into this 28mm sign. This'll be a nice little pop culture touch in my modern 28mm-scale city.
Thursday, April 15, 2021
Many years ago, almost certainly in Leaf Rapids, I bought this issue of Charlton's The Six Million Dollar Man magazine. Published in black and white, the magazine included comic stories and photo essays.
The story descriptions on the table of contents provide a decent preview of the writing style used for the scripts. It's a very strange style; dry, with sudden jolts of emphasis. The art inside is quite decent, although the male gaze was definitely heavily in play when it comes to the women characters.
If I still had the cover, I might have considered keeping this. But I lost it so many years ago I honestly don't remember what the cover looked like. And so the one and only issue of this magazine I ever read slipped into the recycling yesterday as part of my merciless quest to create space.
Wednesday, April 14, 2021
Tuesday, April 13, 2021
Monday, April 12, 2021
Above, you'll see the ten films I rated more highly than the site average. I rated some films highly because of perceived technical excellence, hence the high ratings for controversial films like Triumph of the Will and The Birth of a Nation. Others I rated highly for entertainment value, such as Enter the Ninja, Bad Taste, The Phantom, and Snakes on a Plane. The rest I rated highly because I thought they were good stories competently told.
Please consider that these ratings are all snapshots of my feelings at the time. Looking back, I'd probably rate Chariots of Fire, Absence of Malice, Snakes on a Plane, Them, Bad Taste, Enter the Ninja, and Black Belt Jones a star or half-star lower. On the other hand, I can't see changing any of my ratings in the "lower than average" tier.
Sunday, April 11, 2021
In January, I read five books.
In February, I read five books.
In March, I read five books.
In April, I have read no books so far.
This is much slower than my normal reading pace. I can't blame the pandemic, because I wound up reading slightly more books in 2020 than I did in 2019.
Am I just getting old? Is this what cognitive decline feels like? I love reading as much as I ever have, but my focus is really impaired when I try to read for pleasure.
Oddly enough, I find that I can read with the speed and focus I'm used to if I'm sitting in the car waiting for someone. A few days ago I read over half a novel that way in about 40 minutes. But I haven't touched it since.
Maybe I just need a change in scenery or routine?
Saturday, April 10, 2021
Friday, April 09, 2021
Here's yet another dune buggy, but it represents a new personal milestone: this is the first time I've used a stencil and weathering pencils. The stencil, of course, was used to create the radioactivity symbol on the hood. I used some sand and rust weathering pencils to add, well, sand and rust to the vehicle. My models still don't look as realistic as I'd like, but I think they're getting a bit better, inch by inch.
The driver's arms are raised up off the steering wheel not because he's panicking, but because I glued them at an angle too high to give him the ability to grip the wheel. So he'll probably play the role of "terrified passenger" more often than "driver."
Thursday, April 08, 2021
Wednesday, April 07, 2021
Tuesday, April 06, 2021
Monday, April 05, 2021
Sunday, April 04, 2021
Happy Birthday, Sean, and here's to many more.