Sunday, July 09, 2006

Thane Progressing

The gold looks better on the helmet, but I might give it another chestnut shade level just to increase the highlight/shade differential. The gloves (not including the ink spill on the gold studs) are pretty much done, and show what the army will look like most other places in the end.

I need to move my lights forward a bit, so that the model is front-lit more. You can see the right eye, but the left is completely shadowed with the current setup. I hope the final pics show both eyes. Yes, I painted skin and eyes inside the eyeholes of the helmet.

Knock Knock

Jay told me a joke today during lunch. Yes, two years one month old Jay.

Jay: Knock knock.
Me: Who's there?
Jay: Owl
Me: Owl who?

At which point he just erupts in high pitched toddler laughter.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Quiet Here Today

Stef, Sarah and Lily went to "the lake" with a friend of ours. I stayed home with Jay. Honestly, I can't stand beaches, and Stef gave me the out to stay home if I wanted to do something with my friends. I ended up staying home with Jay, and painted while he napped. I called the pawn shops instead of driving there, and none of them had received a bike today. I'm fluctuating between cheesed off and just exasperated about the whole bike thing.

A few nights ago I made an Oathstone from some Loctite brand epoxy putty, the kind that comes in a tube with a gray outside and a blue core. It really is nicer for large shapes than green stuff (kneadatite) and can be sliced, but it doesn't hold detail like green stuff. Instead it sort of crumbles as you carve into it. I'm not very happy with the gold on the helmet. It has a base, highlight and shade layer, and you can't see anything but bright gold. After the gold on the Blood Angels Chaplain came out so flat, I wanted to figure out gold with depth. Clearly from the photograph, I have not gotten there yet. Maybe I'll wash the whole thing chestnut just to take it down a peg, then re-highlight with a brighter gold.

Thieves Smell Like Poopy

Stef's bike got stolen last night. Not just her bike, but the expensive baby seat on the back (a really nice one we got at a garage sale) and the child carrier trailer attached to it. Yup, her entire "take the kids for a bike ride" setup. Granted, Sarah and Lily can both ride two-wheelers now, but sometimes they just liked to ride in the trailer. All in all, it would cost a fair bit over $450 to replace everything new. We're not likely to find those same things at garage sales.

The sad part is that we both somewhat suspect a fellow that has been coming around looking for work lately. He has helped us with a couple things, for which we paid him, and he seemed like a decent fellow. The fact that he asked for work, and then actually worked hard when offered the work, earned my respect. But yesterday he told me that his mother had died that morning and he was trying to get money for a suit. Call me cynical, but hard luck stories like that seem.... unlikely. I lent him my lawnmower to mow a neighbor's lawn a few doors down. Stef's bike was parked up by the house in the front yard during all this, and when she got home sometime after midnight it was gone.

I really want to believe he didn't steal it, but I can't discount the possibility. Maybe it's the time proximity. Maybe it's the hard luck story. I'm going to drive to a couple pawn shops today to see if anyone has tried to fence it. I mean, how many hard-up parents would need to steal a bike with capability to carry three kids? I still don't want to think bad of him, but we've never had anything stolen from us before (despite ample opportunity) and the timing was just too close.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Template Tragedy

Note to bloggers... don't ever edit your template without scrolling all the way to the bottom of the little windows to ensure that it all loaded first. If the template didn't load into the little window first, then your blog will be broken and you will need to pick your template again from the list, blowing away all your customizations.

I honestly can't remember what links I had out there before, but I'm pretty sure I got all the blogs that I read. Thankfully sitetracker is easy to reimplement.
Wow, was that annoying.

Monday, July 03, 2006

Home'ing from Work

The gang at work and I have joked around about how much work people who "work from home" are actually accomplishing. Talking with them today, I suggested that some people come into work but spend a substantial amount of time talking on the phone to their kids, doing bills, looking for things on eBay and generally fielding everyday life problems that come their way. I called this "Home'ing from Work" and I hope it catches on in the vernacular. A quick search on the phrase came up with a couple hits, but not the number that a pop-culture saying typically gets. Come on people! Spread the word! Homeing from work!

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Note to self: SHARPEN

Busy day. Church was at one of the members' houses in Tecumseh (about 45 minutes drive if you don't get lost) immediately followed by a barbeque. We spent several drizzley hours under the tent awning. It wasn't raining hard enough to keep the kids down, so I ended up following Jay around, keeping him out of trouble and getting not wet per se, but just sticky from being in the rain. We then made the drive north to a birthday party for a 3 year old we know, another spitting rain event. I am sunburned, but that is no surprise. I sunburn in the dead of winter.

When am I going to learn about posting late night pictures of minis. The CMON entry I had created, including paying a credit for the featured auction, was pretty lousy. Since the entry could be accessed through the auction links before it was made completely public, a few people had come in and voted on it. The score: 4.3. I kid you not. There were only around 6 votes, but come on! I figured an early low snipe like that would kill my auction and the photo was the problem, so I deleted the entry, eating the credit in the process. I then resampled the photos down to a reasonable size and, more importantly, applied the sharpen tool to them, and resubmitted. I have got to remember to use sharpen more often. It really gives minis a crisp look. The mini is up now >here< and is doing fairly well.

Auction started.... goodnight.

So I went to bed at 3:00 AM last night, and Lily was up bright and early at 6:30. Daddy, get up. Daddy, it's morning. Daddy, can I have breakfast?

Black Templar is on eBay. Link >here<.

Drove to Howell to "Hero Quest Comics" with Mark today, since they supposedly have Privateer Press stuff. Ummm, they do. They make Riders look like ... something... unpleasant. I'm too tired for similes. That's sim-il-ies, not smilies.

Going to bed.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Nearly on the Block

The Black Templar is nearly complete. Or maybe complete... I haven't decided. In any case, here is a chance to try out one of the nifty backgrounds that came with my light tent. The camera settings haven't changed, but the details on the black figure come out so much better with the blue background. I wish I had a nice gray one, but I suppose I'll have to find a piece of gray paper or something for that.

Mark was over assembling his second Hordes army tonight. That means between Mark, Bill, Brian and myself we have six Warmachine armies and three Hordes armies, and only one repeat in those nine. I rely on Mark's painting advice a lot. He advised me tonight that Black Templars wear ivory tabards, not white. Oops. The axe had been red after last night, but enough people didn't like it that I decided to change it. I'm glad I went to blue. Since the power weapons all have those conductors on them, I figured I would use the axe's round shape to simulate one of those electric spheres that make a cool arc at your finger when you touch them. I also tried to light source the surfaces facing the power weapon to try and accentuate the fact that it is glowing. In game terms, the model is a veteran sergeant, basically a more powerful version of the basic soldier that leads a squad of 5-10 marines. To add the power weapon and plasma pistol that this guy is carrying takes him from being a 15 point model to a 50 point model. So what's my point? For all those extra points, I might as well make the weapon look cool for whoever is going to buy this fellow.

The ultramarine sergeant is lingering at the minimum bid. I'm hoping for some late auction sniping action, but even if there isn't any I'm still satisfied. For now.

Friday, June 30, 2006

Black and Bleach

I'm starting to realize how difficult painting a black mini is. Not only that, but I've chosen a white tabard, the single hardest color for me to paint. The results of tonight's painting session were less than stellar, as you can see.

I scrubbed the basement utility sink out tonight with bleach, only to burn the (expletive) out of my lungs. Note to self: dilute bleach first. So stupid.

Time to sleep.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Is it my birthday?

YCUA, the Ypsilanti Community Utility Authority, has a habit of sending me a sewer backup on either my birthday or Christmas. Today I got my belated birthday present from them. Hooray.

The problem with cleaning up all the sewer gunk (and the lengthy "breathing it in" session) is that I never feel quite right later in the evening. Right now, I feel downright ill. I'm hoping it's psychosomatic. The first time it happened I was puking half the night.

No painting tonight. Tomorrow is warbands, so probably no painting tomorrow either.

No bids yet on the Ultramarine sergeant. Wonderful.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

BabyFirst TV is ... uh... what was I saying?

We just discovered that we get BabyFirst TV, the pure hypnotism channel for kids. If you've even seen those "Baby Einstein" or "Baby Mozart" things, then you know what I'm talking about. Now imagine an entire channel of little montages like that, interspersed with little cartoons and songs. The girls were over at Bob & Cherie's yesterday, so they haven't seen it yet, but Jay was mesmerized. I can see the danger of leaving this channel on for very long. Stef observed that the girls will probably like it too, since they enjoy the occasional foray into things for which Jay is a more appropriate age, especially when he's watching too.

I took another night off from painting. Tonight I begin again, in earnest. My goal for Mondey is to have the rest of Bill's warriors done, except heads, the Black Templar sergeant done, and the rough painting on Bill's Thane done or mostly done. It's a lot of work, but I don't have a lot of time. Family camp is mid-late August and July is nearly upon us.

Monday, June 26, 2006

Night Off

I got my tackle box and the Black Templar out at about 10:00 pm last night... and I just couldn't bring myself to start painting. I've been getting very little sleep lately, for one reason or another, and I just couldn't paint last night. I'd like to say I decided not to paint, but it was more incapable than anything. I went to bed.

No bids yet. I posted the CMON pic in the "discuss submissions" thread, and response has been fairly positive. Those that responded seem to think it deserves higher than it's current 6.9. That's gratifiying, from that crowd.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Auction #3 vs. Pre-paid Commission

Match of the evening! With auction #2 freshly on the block, I immediately dove into the work for auction #3. At the same time I also spent a little time on the Dwarf Thane that Bill already paid for. /guilty

Right away I can see that painting and photographing Mr. Black Templar will be ... umm... challenging? Impossible? I may end up looking for a CMON article, or at least some advice. Lingering problem: the model has some mold lines that I didn't notice before tonight.

The Thane was inked blue tonight, since his armor is going to be blue tinted Gromril, like the Iron Breakers. Chronic problem: the model has some mold lines that I didn't notice before tonight. Argh.

It's the Fourth of July +/- three weeks, which means the exceedingly loud and illegal fireworks shows begin nightly in Ypsilanti as soon as the sun sets. They don't call it Ypsitucky for nothing. I guess I should be happy they're not firing guns in the air in celebration of (arbitrary celebration criterion.)

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Starting bid... $85 ?!??!

Yeah, I wish. The "featured auction" system on CMON is not working 100%. Instead of picking up my real minimum bid of $20, which is a reasonable minimum, it is picking out the "Buy it Now" price I set. That means that anyone seeing the featured auction will think that I set the minimum bid at $85, and implies that I have an awfully high opinion of my mini. Granted, I do have a fairly high opinion of it (it is the best work I've done so far, after all) but lots of minis better than mine finish in the mid-$50's. Starting at $85 would be eBay hubris.

Sarah, Lily and I painted again today. We went to Riders and bought a Reaper fig for Lily (Tristan Loremistress) and a Lord of the Rings blister for Sarah which had Frodo, Sam and Gollum. Pics later, if I get the photography stuff set up again.

Auction #2 scheduled

I've set the Ultramarine Sergeant to go at about 12:30 PM tomorrow. >Auction Link<. On Bill's advice, I have added a "Buy it Now" price. "Painted minis are not a 'shop around' purchase," he said. "They are impulse buys."

Here's hoping.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Photo Reality

My coworker Brian convinced me to adjust the image a little, and the result is at left. I have to remember that mere reality pales before my monitor at home. At work, all the pics looked like they had a brown film over them. Brian found some pics of similar color schemes on CMON and convinced me to color adjust for better clarity, and to add the backdrop. That's funny.... at 3:30AM the pics seem to look fine. Didn't I write about this earlier?

The CMON entry hadn't been moderated for viewing yet, so I was able to delete the old one before anyone saw it and post this new one. I altered the link in the last post to point to the new picture.

In World Cup news, Thirdworldistan is playing the Democratic Republic of Whocaresia today. I can't wait.

So tired, but so worth it.

Yeah, this is clearly the best thing I've painted. I am so excited to put this one on the auction block. I posted it on CMON, just to see what initial reaction will be.

Here's the link: http://www.coolminiornot.com/125524

I really tried to make the banner look old and faded, which involved painting the symbol, then painting a weathering effect over it. The seals on the banner were left as bright as I could get them for contrast.... new wax on old paper.

I'll post again when the auction starts.

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When I got home today, Stef and Sheena were watching "Fantastic 4". I'm guessing the comic was better. The movie was.... less than fantastic. And not to bring this old joke up, but whoever cast Jessica Alba as the invisible woman (girl?) is clearly confused about something. Joke aside, the scenes of her staggering around because using her fantastic power has left her drained were about high school drama quality. Or maybe church skit.

Hey, did I mention how much I like my painted space marine? I did? Oh.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

First Book Syndrome

I watched "Memoirs of a Geisha" last night with Stef. I'm guessing the book was better. More on the movie after a tangent.

I really like Amy Tan. I first read an excerpt of her writing in a college Lit class, and sought out a novel. I read "The Kitchen God's Wife" first, and enjyoed it greatly. I went on to read "The Hundred Secret Senses," "The Bonsetter's Daughter," and at some point in there "The Joy Luck Club." At the beginning of every new author's first book, they should be presented with two choices, and forced to check one. Only one.

O I had an idea for a story.
O I have some things I want to get off my chest.

The Joy Luck Club falls squarely into the second of those. Yes, it's fiction, but it carries so much baggage that it's almost an "I have to get this out of the way" book. The other three novels of hers I have read (and I see that she has two more! Where have I been from 2003-2005?) were so much more entertaining, simply becuase the scope was defined and adhered to. I haven't seen the movie of The Joy Luck Club, but I hear it's a quintessential (etymology, please?) chick flick. That alone has kept me from recommending Amy Tan to many friends, especially those with a counter-culture bend. "Isn't she the Joy Luck something lady?" Yes. Yes, she is.

Okay, so something about MoaG struck me as oddly familiar, and I couldn't put my finger on it. Duh. Michelle Yeoh and Ziyi Zhang. That's it, I'm going to drop $10 on a copy of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I'll bet Spielberg tried to get Chow Yun Fat for the part that Ken Watanabe played too. But, about the movie.... it wasn't really bad, and it was well acted, but it just failed to evoke any emotion from me. And I am not a difficult person in whom to evoke emotion.

For sitting through the entire rant, here is your >reward<.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Sooooo close.


I am really excited about how this is turning out. The red tabard works so much better than the white one, and the damaged spots look better after judicious application of a little black ink.

I keep looking at the picture and smiling. All I need to do is some detail work, the basing (keeping that simple) and the back banner, and he'll be done. After this fellow, I need to complete the current order of dwarfs, then an Usagi Yojimbo mini for a friend at work, then comes the Black Templar sergeant. Then the Rune Priest. Then the Terminator Chaplain.

Somewhere in the middle I'll probably start my Mini Exchange mini. I don't think I can ignore them that long... they are just too cool. I should post a pic. (sigh... and excuse to use the light tent!)

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Oh, yes. Much better.

This fellow is shaping up about as well as I could expect. It is very encouraging that each thing I've painted lately has seemed like the best thing I've painted so far. The chest scroll is such a marked improvement over last night's train wreck. Please enjoy my flounderings.

Mark was over tonight assembling his Mercenary Warmachine group. Those are nice models, with a very different flair than the other armies. I'm still a sucker for my Menoth. We took pics of his Dark Eldar Wych for CMON. Link is >here<. I'm still amazed at the quality of the pics in that light tent. Best. Purchase. Ever.

I'm feeling a little bit of painting guilt.... I need to finish Bill's Dwarfs (especially the ones he has already paid me for) and I really want to get started on the great minis that Naukhel sent me for Mini Exchange 8. Speaking of which, blackfly has not yet responded to my PM's about whether or not he got what I sent. I don't know if he's ignoring me (maybe he didn't like them) or maybe he just hasn't had time to get on and respond. Either way it leaves me uncertain.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

How not to freehand "ULTRA"

I've decided to post a number of WIP pics for this fellow. The highlights on the blue are working out alright. (Are they? Any CMON'ers who wander in here, can you even see them?) I have no excuses for the poor execution of the word "ULTRA" across the front of the mini. While inscribing "ULTRA" across ones chest may seen odd (read: stupid) it is a fairly common sight with this chapter, and since I plan on selling this one I might as well stick to canon. Rest assured, the little banner was back to being solid color by the time I put the paints away. I'll try again with the micron pens tomorrow.

I think of Ultramarines as the more "in the trenches" basic soldier than some of the other chapters, so this fellow is getting battle damage. The scratch marks above the eyes worked out well, if I do say so myself. I am resolved to merely simulate damage with paint, but have been told by a couple people to just gouge up the mini and paint the gouges. I just can't bring myself to do that, so all depth in the gouges is purely illusion.











I found out today that my younger brother carves things from wood. I would love to try and paint something he carved, but the amount of work that goes into the carving makes the painting high pressure.

Side note... this brother, John, had gastric bypass surgery 18 months ago or so. I almost didn't recognize him today at my parents' house. I don't see him that much, since he lives in the Soo, but the change is remarkable. I am apparently now the fat one in the family.

Two things...okay, maybe three.

The auction of the chaplain didn't go as high as I would have liked, but I really can't complain. People only pay for what they can see, and the pics weren't top notch. Granted, the painting wasn't top notch either, but enough people at work told me that the photos don't do the mini justice that I've taken steps to improve the photography.

Behold, at upper left, a picture of my work in progress (WIP) Ultramarine sergeant. It was photographed in my new light tent, a 12" cubic enclosure that distributes light wonderfully inside. As you can see, it can facilitate a very distinct photo of a very small item. One main challenge now is to learn to use the Ott light properly. The reds in the front part of the eye lens looked might lighter under the Ott light, so I must remember to look at the mini under different lighting conditions to ensure that I don't spend an hour blending reds on eye lenses (cough*tonight*cough) only to find that the blending is invisible without the tiny simulated sun of the Ott light.

Just for a moment, I would like to blather on about "employee contribution" to health care. One of my relations was going on about how unrealistic it is in today's world for teachers in some-district-or-other to not have to pay for at least part of their own health insurance, that to have their employer pay for all of it was some sort of anachronism that shows a disconnect from reality.

I don't subscribe to his point of view.

You cost your employer x dollars. That's how you are seen in the whole accounting scheme: a cost of x dollars, representing your total compensation. Whether 90% of x is paid to you in cash and 10% of x is paid to a health care provider on your behalf or 100% of x is paid directly to you does not change the value of x. My employer does not require me to write checks to Blue Cross for my health insurance. If tomorrow they told me that I would be responsible for $100 a month of my health care costs, the term for that is pay cut. A decrease in total compensation. X has changed at that point. If health care costs increase, that is the equivalent of a pay increase. Again, x has changed. Why is total compensation so hard to grasp?

One more thing... I've heard people claim that because some people don't see the actual costs of their health care, they are more likely to go to the doctor frivolously, wasting the health provider's money. Again, not a position I support. As an analogy, are you more likely to eat the sandwich that someone brings to your house and puts in your fridge or the sandwich that you bought at the store? I would assert that the money paid for the second sandwich leads to a desire to get one's money's worth out of it, whereas the seemingly free sandwich may be taken for granted. I take some of my health care benefits for granted. That is truth. If I had chosen my own health care policy and had written a check for each and every benefit I would be darn sure that I was getting my money's worth out of that policy. There is a layer of abstraction between me and the cost of the benefits since everyone in our local receives (and pays) the same. Perhaps what the above claimants actually want to see is a higher deductible for services, just to add a little pain to the process. Or maybe they just don't like things that seem free, but really aren't. I suppose there are people who get upset that pro wrestling is scripted too.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Far from worthwhile

The auction is up to $5.50, just slightly over half the retail price of the unpainted mini. I suppose I should gratified that my paintjob has robbed the mini of less than half of its value.

/sigh

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Purchases, purchases

As I said before, Warmachine has been the recent addition to the gaming with the work crew. Brian and Jamie came over Friday night, and Brian and I played a great game of his Khador vs. my Menoth. I'm guessing he had fun too, because Saturday he went to Riders and bought the Cygnar starter box, the Hordes rulebook and a Skorne starter box for Hordes. Hordes is the sister game of Warmachine, and the rules are almost identical. You can actually fight a Hordes army against a Warmachine army with no special rule translation. We are clearly a bunch of Privateer Press fans now.

Am I a victim of eBay hubris? My Space Marine Chaplain (no picture this time... sorry!) is only going for $3.26 currently. I really thought this would be a seller, given the model and the chapter it represents. As things sit, I have actually lowered the value of the mini by $6.74 by painting it.

I have wanted a light tent for a while, and I realized that I had $30 in my PayPal account, refunded by the place where we were going to have Lily and Jay's party. In a fit of poor judgement, I purchased one on eBay. Now I have a 12" cube light tent on the way to use in mini photography, which hopefully will improve the next four auctions.

Friday, June 09, 2006

How to Ruin Primer

Remember when I mentioned the super glue accelerant last night? Well, being the intelligent guy I am I thought, "I should rinse these off before priming them, since I don't know what effect the accelerant will have on the primer." So, I ran them under the faucet for a few seconds, being careful not to get the basing wet (since they are based mostly in cork, and I was afraid something would happen to the cork if it got wet.)

Okay, for the record, priming wet minis is a bad idea. It's not that they were dripping wet, just a drop or two in some areas. Each drop formed a little wall that paint sits on, trapping the water and preventing the mini from being properly primed in that spot. There are also a couple rough spots that may have been tiny droplets that I couldn't see. I think I can recover from this be hitting those areas with brush-on primer, so it's not a disaster.

Glitter Carnage, et al.

Stef has a migraine this morning, so I'm home while she has an Imitrex moment. Sarah suddenly decided that she needs to make Lily a birthday card (since Lily was five on Sunday I can certainly understand the pressing need. Lily marks 10% off your grade for each day late, I hear.) To make said card, she absolutely needed glitter. I think with Stef down this was her golden moment. She knew exactly where the glitter was, and she has a semi-plausible reason to use it. All that was left is to spring the plan on Dad.

Once Lily saw Sarah using glitter, she had to use it too. In a perfect world for girls ages five to seven, I believe they would choose to eat glitter, sleep in glitter, and construct families from glitter. And flowers. Flowers made from glitter.

Here's the mistake part: I left them unattended for a few minutes. The scene of carnage when I returned was epic. They had somehow used about five cubic inches of glitter both on their little "projects" and in just haphazard piles on the table. Think about it. It's just a guess, but a realistic one. Five cubic inches. I believe I read somewhere that if you were to stack the glitter particles end to end, that would be enough glitter to stretch from Green Bay to St. Louis.

Oh, and Jay is two years old today. We're not making a big deal out of it since his party is tomorrow. No need to confuse the little guy.

Warmachine Takes Root

Bill, Brian and I went to Rider's Hobby yesterday to buy Bill a "Butcher" for his ogre army. The official Games Workshop butcher was... get this.... $35 for a single metal model. It may be big (by mini standards... 3" tall maybe) but $35?!??! He couldn't bring himself to buy it. He did, however, bring himself to buy the Warmachine "Cryx" starter box for the same price. Brian, never one to pass up doing what everyone else is doing, picked up the Khador box. We figured we could eventually strong-arm Paul into Cygnar at some point, but no hurry there. Paul bought in when we started playing warhammer, and he just never quite took to painting. I think of all his minis, two horses have painted saddles. Everything else is either plain metal or primed white.

Anyway, back to Warmachine. The $35 box is enough to actually play the game. This is a far cry from warhammer, where a $35 box will get you most of a unit, four or five of which can be arranged into a small game. Warmachine is smaller in scale, so a box of four, large metal models is enough to start playing. I'm sure we'll expand if the initial experiences are good. So then I found myself compelled to assemble my Menoth starter force tonight, just in case we can play tomorrow. My fingers still have that horrid smell from the super glue accelerant on them.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Not the Best of Mornings

Here's one I didn't expect: I crave the approval of people I have never met. It's true. Of 51 people who decided to indicate what they thought of this mini, the majority said "meh... 6." When it was at 6.8 I was quite pleased, but 6.1 is downright depressing. And now that it has 51 votes, it won't show up in the randomization. 6.1 is its new home.

In addition to that, the ebay price remains $1.00. There's a lot of time left in the auction, so I'm not too freaked out about that yet. See you in 8 days about that one.

Let us, for just a moment, do a comparison. Both of these are mine. By now, I'm sure you are sick and tired of seeing the chaplain. Trust me... this is the last time.

Who would rate the top mini higher than the bottom?!?


Okay, time to stop whining. I have four more minis that I am commited to painting for ebay. Maybe I'll just skip posting them on CMON until after the ebay sale. I'm starting to get on my own nerves with all the whining.

In other news, I dragged myself in to work in the nick of time for a meeting, only to have nonbody else show up. Nice job, coworkers. This place can be such a joke.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

...and the auction begins.

Project: Send the Howell's to Family Camp is underway. I posted the Chaplain on ebay tonight, and got a starting bid within the first half-hour. Granted, the starting bid was only $1, but it's a start. Now, if I can get it to go up by $1 per hour for ten days, everything will be set for camp.


I really like the way the gem on his chest turned out. The light sourcing on the eyes is effective, too. I was afraid it would be either invisible or way too bright.

Also on the plus side, I found out how to set my camera for bulb-condition white balance. I'm getting better at the photo game, but there's still an indistinct quality to my pics that I can't explain. When Mark brings over his mother's new camera I'll be able to find out if it's just my camera, which is 5 years old now.

So go bid on ebay auction 8824046297 !! Now! (I know this blog is read by hundred of 40k players. I just know it.)

...and just so that nobody forgets, these things are really small.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

3:00 AM is not "brain time"

I finished the Chaplain last night after getting a few tips on CMON. I think the final product looks good... better than anything I've painted so far, I'd say. The problem is, yet again, the photograph. I think I proved yesterday that I can take a decent picture with the lighting I have now (two clip lights with daylight incandescent bulbs and my Ott light) but what I took last night is rubbish. Of course at 3:00 AM when you're trying to post something on eBay, these sorts of things escape your attention. What looks so poor today looked pretty good then. No, I was not drunk.

Thankfully my fatigue riddled mind made the auction delayed (I didn't want it to end in the middle of the night) so I was able to get in this morning and set it back another day. I had also posted the mini on CMON last night, and that entry got deleted this morning. I will go home, reshoot the photos, and repost.

My dad used to say, "Nothing good happens after midnight." I don't really believe that's the case, but I will agree that things don't get any smarter after midnight.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Happy 5th Lily!

Yesterday was my daughter Lillian's 5th birthday! After church, Stef's mom came over and took Lily out to lunch, then we painted some plaster sculptures, went to small group, and came home. I let the girls sleep on the couch last night (always a big hit) while they watched "Howl's Moving Castle." About 20 minutes into the movie, Lily looked up and asked, "Daddy, do you think I should wear a birthday crown today?" She was disappointed when I told her that there was only a couple hours of "today" left, and that we would get her a crown for her birthday party next week. She seemed mollified.

I've been staying up way too late painting again. Along with the endless slog of dwarfs, I've chosen five minis to paint for immediate eBay sale. The first WIP is a Space Marine Blood Angels Chaplain with jump pack. It's a mouthful, but it's a fairly popular version of a Space Marine army, and I hope the character looks good enough that someone will want it.

I made the skull-helmet black, which is atypical, with some object source lighting on the green eyes. I'm still not sure what to do with the arm holding the gun. It's just sort of... lost down there, especially with the red panel I gave the gun. The base turned out kind of cool, but it balances the figure a little to one side, so I added a washer under the base to keep it from tipping over.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Our Friend the Sable

My mother-in-law forgot my birthday this year. (Side note: I didn't notice. I am not the sort of person who keeps an inventory of who has/hasn't wished them well on a given day.) She asked me what I wanted for my birthday while on I was on the phone with her, which caught me off guard. I blurted out "Winsor and Newton Series 7 Kolinsky Sable brushes" more for comedic value (due to the long name) than actual desire to have her find and buy them. I was quite please to receive a gift bag from her with said Winsor and Newton brush (size 0) as well as a red sable 3/0 brush and an 18/0 spotter.

I have to say, I'm thrilled with sable as a brush fiber. The hair is think thick around the middle and comes to a very find fine point, which allows the brush to hold paint well enough to paint a very thin line for an extraordinarily long time. I am going to get spoiled rotten by this brush. I haven't painted with the red sable 3/0 brush enough to really critique it, but if it has the same characteristics as the kolinsky sable then it will, for lack of a better term, rock.

Brian, Mark and I played a few games of Warhammer yesterday. It's funny that the best painter of the group (Mark) has the fewest number of painted models to field.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Little Passengers Must Die

Ugh. Zithromax and I are in the process of ridding me of all the little passengers that are causing me so much misery. They started in the sinuses and seen to have landed in the lungs sometime yesterday. This is day two of five day regimen, so I should be feeling better soon.

The little diorama I painted finally settled in at 6.5, a new high for me and much more satisfying than the 6.1 it had somehow accumulated. Sometime in the last couple days I received another vote that tipped it over to 6.6, which is more pleasing to me than it probably should be.

Bill's dwarfs continue to receive paint. He paid me for the first half, roughly, and I plan on delivering that part by 6/5. I played a game Friday against Brian's Dark Elves using Bill's Dwarfs and was handed a solid defeat, but they looked great. Hey, when you look this good you don't have to kill anything. Now if I could only get Paul to paint.....

Friday, May 19, 2006

...and 7 slaps me in the face.

Ouch. Now with 48 votes, it is down to 6.1. At 28 votes I was at 7.0. Using the power of math-e-matics, I figure that the last 20 voters have given me an average score of 4.84. Hmm. My only hope is that someone has been spamming low votes, and that CMON's automated process will eliminate the repeated low votes that came from the same IP address.

Flirting with 7

My little diorama (see below) is performing better than anything I've posted on CMON. It has hung on at 6.7-7.0 for 31 votes now. Sadly, the trend is downward. The weighting of images in the randomization favors high scores and low vote counts, so chances are I won't get many more than 50 votes total. I'm just hoping that a few people give it an 8, so that I can theoretically have my first 7.0 mini.

This is very heartening. It's one thing to think you're getting better and another altogether to have some collaborative evidence that you are.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Birthday Craziness

You'll have to wait for the last paragraph to hear about the picture.

Okay, now I'm 38. Last year, for some unknown reason, I thought I was turning 38. When it occured to me that I was actually turning 37 I was quite pleased. I got to redo 37! Well, my redo of 37 is over and now I am officially 38. Honestly, I don't care. It doesn't feel a lot different than 28, except that now I wake up to simultaneous crying and barking and back then I used an alarm clock.

The whole day yesterday was kind of nuts. Normally I take all the kids to Sarah's ballet lesson on Tuesdays. Lily has a little friend there with whom she plays, and Jay just toddles around being cute (or being two, which is less than cute.) Yesterday, however, Stef wanted to take the kids there early and have me meet them there, I suppose as some sort of birthday gesture. We ended up arriving almost an hour early and just waiting around in the car or walking around the parking lot. Since Sarah's ballet recital is Sunday there was a lot of last minute preparation commotion at the lesson, and we didn't end up leaving the place until about quarter to eight.

The one thing Stef wanted to do for my birthday was to get a new computer for me. Mine was more than six years old and was pretty much dead, since the video card would fuzz out after about a half hour of use. We have been terribly happy with the eMachines box we got for Stef, so we decided to get another one. So we rushed (since ballet got out roughly an hour before they close) to Best Buy and snapped up a machine. We hadn't gotten dinner for the kids yet (remember, we were an hour early for ballet) so I drove through to get happy meals. The kids scarf down their food at home while I start assembling the computer and Stef gets ready for the iced brownie that was cake. Scarf-light-sing-extinguish-clap-scarf-good night kids. The whole thing happened so fast, and I was starting to feel overwhelmed with it about 10 minutes into ballet.

I ended up trying to get XP home set up with two users adequately until 3am. There was this crazy dialog that appears on Windows start on the kids account that I just couldn't get rid of. Is says, I kid you not, "fAIL" and has an OK box. That's it. I dinked around with msconfig for a while trying to find the startup program that generates it, but no luck.

The painting competition ended yesterday and I got 2nd place. The 1st place mini and I were neck-and-neck for much of the competition, but in the last day he pulled ahead by two votes. What troubles me is the the photos miss some of the detail that I put so much time into. I think focus may be the issue. No matter, I'm happy with the way the mini turned out, and 2nd place ain't so shabby. All the entries are here, and #3 won. It is an impressive piece.

Monday, May 15, 2006

Neutrality at Gunpoint

I'm confused about "Net Neutrality." The gist of the nn argument, from my observation, is that all packets are created equal and that a law must be passed to ensure that all packets receive equal protection. Basically, a law to prevent ISP's from throttling packets of a particular type or from a particular source. Similarly, laws like the "Communications Opportunity, Promotion and Enhancement Act" seek to prevent laws like nn laws from being passed.

Personally, I think it's hogwash. The more I read about it and the more I (gasp) think about it, the stupider both sides sound. There is no net neutrality now, and the nightmare scenario of all little sites being crushed by the big ones just hasn't happened. ISP's have all the technology they need to do it, too. They won't do it because it's not good business.

Imagine a cable company. One day you notice that about half the channels they offer are being shown on a 1/4 screen size area in the middle of the TV screen, while the other half are full-size. You call the cable company, and they reply that half the channel providers opted to pay a "premium delivery" price, while the others opted to not pay the elevated fees. What would you do? It may be a little absurd of a comparison, but I think it's somewhat on target.

Let's skip the passing of the laws in an attempt to prevent problems that aren't really problems, and just let the market decide for now. If it's really broken and people are upset about it, congress will act. Rule #1 for politician is "stay in power" after all. (And please let's leave off the lobbyist money arguments...)

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Based, Varnished, and in the Bag

Tonight I rebased 16 of Bill's Dwarfs and finished the 13 Iron Breakers. All 29 minis then got matte varnished and put in his army bag. It's nice to have some completely done now.

I have 11 warriors that are nearly done, and about 50 figures of his to paint after that.

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Noticeable Quality Differences

Tonight, the girls and I had a great time painting. Sarah finished off the second half of her Warpfire Thrower team, I touched up some of Bill's Iron Breakers and Lily painted a clanrat. The photo shows the fruits of the evening's labor.

I must say, Lily is quite taken with her own painting.

After finishing and sizing up her paint job, Lily announced, "Mine is great, right Daddy?" I smiled.
"You did a fantastic job, Lily"
"It's better than yours or Sarah's," she stated quite matter-of-factly.
I shot her some "oh really" eyebrows and placed the Iron Breaker I was working on next to her rat on the table so that she could see the difference. She thoughtfully sized them up side by side.
"Oh, yes. Mine is much better." she concluded.

Four year olds are so cool.

Like always, Sarah's mini was chaotically painted but had an elaborate story as to why each color was going exactly where it was. Her painting time is a constant running narration. She was as much into the talking part as the painting part, and I only wish I had the forethought to capture some of her meticulously crafted world during painting time.

Friday, May 05, 2006

Nursemaid's Elbow

So what is this mystery malady that my children seem to suffer from?

It stated when Sarah was not even three. She was being her normal, squirmy self at the mall, swinging back and forth at a 45 degree angle as I held her hand waiting for Stef to come out of a store. Whe swung behind me and I lost my grip on her hand, and she fell. For the rest of the day, she pinned her elbow to her side and her forearm to her stomach, and wouldn't use it. We took her to the emergency room, and after a brief examination the nurse explained what had happened.

One of the bones in the forearm, the radius, sits in a tendon sheath near the elbow. Pulling on a young child's arm can pull the radius out of that sheath, making it painful to move the elbow. (I believe it's also called "radial head dislocation.") The nurse held Sarah's elbow in one hand, her wrist in the other, and slowly turned the wrist over from palm-down to palm-up. Pop. Sarah got a funny look on her face, the bone was back in place, and all was good. We self-treated this problem several times over the next couple years with Sarah.

Last night, when Lily hurt her arms, it was her wrist that she was complaining about. Sarah kept insisting that it was the same problem that she had had when she was younger, but I was unconvinced. Lily was putting up such a huge fuss over any attempt to touch her wrist that I figured the problem was there. Sarah barely made a fuss over her elbow when she experienced it; she didn't want to leave the play area at the mall, even though she was playing with her arm mashed against her waist. I thought for sure that Lily's wrist had broken.

When Stef called to tell us what the problem was, and that they were already on their way home, I told Sarah what happened. Her response, with a big smile, was, "Cool. Told ya."

Thursday, May 04, 2006

My Poor Lily, again

I hurt my poor Lily tonight. She and Sarah were doing a crazy dance for the EyeToy message maker (they were recording little movies and playing them back) and I swooped in and picked them both up in a huge bear hug. When I put them down, Lily was crying.

My first thought: "Oh, what now?"

Lily's been crying a lot lately, anytime something happens that she doesn't like in fact. I was exhasperated that once again she was crying. I figured she didn't want me to 'ruin' their movie, and was have a mini-fit over it. When I saw that she was holding her wrist my stomach dropped, and all my exhasperation immediately turned to guilt.

She can't move her wrist now without crying out in pain. Stef arrived at home minutes after it happened, and whisked off to the emergency room with her. I'm at home with Sarah and Jay, and haven't heard a word from them for better than an hour.

Guilt.

EDIT: Praise God, it was Nursemaid's Elbow! She is completely better now and they are on their way home. I'll write about our prior experience with Nursemaid's Elbow later.

Assembly Line Food

Talking with coworkers today I was reminded of a restaurant pet peeve of mine... those places where you have to move from person to person, answering a hastily slurred question from each about the minor role they play in the preparation of your food item. Yeah, Subway, Quizno's and Qdoba, I'm talking to you. I spend my life attempting to communicate with as few humans as possible, and having to talk to three or four of them while attempting to acquire a sandwich is inexcusable.

You know what I like? Telling someone what I want and then having them give it to me. One stop shopping. "Give me typical food item with minor variation and a Coke." Or better yet, "Give me a Hungry Man #2, scrambled, bacon, hash browns, wheat and a coffee." Just being able to say that is worth the buck.

Brutal Repetition

Last night I forced myself to do what I had been dreading.... paint shields. As part of Bill's Dwarf army I am painting 32 warriors and 13 Iron Breakers, all models on foot with shields. I truly enjoy painting faces and belts and chainmail and what not, but shields have always been tedious for me. I end up spending far less time on them than I should considering how much of the visual space of the model they take up. In any case, I got all 13 Iron Breakers beshielded and got all 32 warrior shields mostly colored. I still need to do the metal edges on the warrior shields, but the hard parts are already done. Whew.

Seeing the Iron Breakers all lined up was encouraging. A fully painted ranked unit is impressive, and the IB's are all shiny in their blue-tinted silver and gold armor. It has me excited to paint more warriors at this point, since I haven't gotten a full unit of them completed yet.

The UE painting competition is still open to entries until May 7, so I have to wait another three days before I can post pics here of my entry. The official thread for the competition entries is >>here<< and the three entries are quite interesting.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Candy

Ten or twelve years ago I worked with a Turkish student who was kind enough to bring a huge box of Turkish Delight back for his coworkers after a trip home. Immediately, I could see why Edmund Pevensie was so taken with it. When I saw the most recent Lion, Witch & Wardrobe film I was actually a little disappointed to see that the pieces shown weren't the ones I remember as being the best ones. In fact, the powder-covered jelly ones shown in the movie weren't even remotely the best pieces in the box. Now that years have hazed the memory a bit, I wonder if the box wasn't assorted candies from Turkey, and only the powdered jellies were truly Turkish Delight. Well, whatever they were those licorice laced candies were amazing.

I think my single favorite candy has to be Opal from Iceland, though. What other candy has chloroform in it?!?

Paul got back to work today and brought an assortment of Jelly Belly branded candy in a box for us to share. I don't know what kind of sadists make up this candy, but the cinnamon bears were painfully hot, and no candy ever should be buttered popcorn flavor. Seriously. I tried a bit of the candy corn, almost expecting it to taste like real corn. In their defense, the pear flavored ones were great.

Image nicked egregiously from erishelva.com sans permission.

Monday, May 01, 2006

Perilously Close to Insufferable

I am a hair's breadth of becoming one of those insufferable jerks who has to mention their particular moral superiority in every conversation. What, pray tell, is this you ask?

(drum roll, please)

I don't have any regular TV shows I watch.

For a while I had considered 'Lost' as the last regular TV show I watch, but since the creators can't seem to actually make any episodes I don't see why I should consider that a show I watch. Now please don't confuse the fact that I don't watch television. Routinely I find myself watching Blue's Clues with Jay or Spongebob with Sarah and Lily, and I often breeze in for part of miscellaneous-hour-long-drama that Stef watches, but I don't seek them out at this point. In fact, the recent spat of "829 pound man" shows on some NatGeo-wannabe channel or other hold a morbid curiosity for me.

I blame the DVR, truth be told, as opposed to any conscious decision on my part. Every time I sit down to watch news or just surf around, that accursed DVR is recording something I don't want to watch, and so I am out of luch TV-wise. About the only time of day that I know I can turn to watch something without pre-allocation is after 11pm, when Adult Swim is on. The problem with Adult Swim is that the schedule of the shows that I want to watch and the times I actually turn on the TV seem to have no intersection at all.

Now that the rumor of new eipisodes of Futurama was in fact only rumor, I'm sure this will not change anytime soon. Unless Firefly comes back, by some miracle.

From 'Nerdy Painting Time' to 'Girly Painting Time'

I spent some time on Sunday painting with the girls. When we were getting ready to paint, the plan was to paint 25mm Warhammer figures... nerdy stuff like I normally paint, and which the girld love painting. As preparation progressed though, Stef suggested that the girls paint some of the little plaster casts that she bought at WalMart a few weeks ago, little birds and kittens and hearts and what not... girly stuff. Next thing I know they are painting knick-knacks instead of miniatures and they love it. I can't begrudge them loving it either... enough people think my own painting choices are strange enough that I can't judge their painting choices simply because it's not what I would have chosen to paint.

And no, there's nothing inherently girly about painting knick-knacks more than you could call painting little toy soldiers boyish, but it makes for a good title and an excuse to give Stef a good natured ribbing.

I've already turned in photos of my entry for the UnderEmpire painting competition, but I can't post pics here until mid-May, when the voting is over. On or around May 8 will be when we find out to whom we are sending our minis for the CMON mini-exchange. I'm kinda geeked about that one.

I have about half the shields on Bill's Iron Breakers now. I still need to paint some beards, but the unit as a whole looks pretty cool.

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Joy + Guilt

I've been painting my entry for the UnderEmpire's 2nd anniversary painting competition. I'd love to post pics, but the contest is supposed to be anonymous, so... I still have 100 or so Dwarfs to paint for Bill, so painting joy is tempered by non-painting guilts (see? the title?)

My mom and dad came over today, and my dad helped my rewire the kids' rooms light switches. Household electrical is not my forte, and I was rather mixed up about the whole thing.

Oh, rats. I forgot to put my painting stuff away. Okay, time for a little "middle o' the night" cleanup action. sigh.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Another Brush with Disaster

On the way to work I stopped at my favorite gas station to get a Mountain Dew for lunch. I was on the phone with my mom, and a little distracted. As always, I locked my truck.

Headed back to the truck with said Dew, I felt my pocket for the key. No keys. Small coronary.

I peeked in at the ignition. No keys. Slight confusion.

I ended up finding them in my left jacket pocket, a place I never put them. Okay, I suppose 'never' is no longer valid. ... a place I seldom put them. I will admit that I've been a little paranoid about the location of my keys lately, after the weekend of locking them in the truck multiple times. I don't mind my body falling apart as I age, but my brain must remain intact. Must.

Daddy Moment

For the past few days, one sentence has repeatedly brought me a smile.

"Thank you for brushing my hair, Daddy."

Sarah said this Sunday morning. There is so much context in that one sentence that indicates why life is so good for me. I should gripe less and appreciate moments like that more.

Monday, April 24, 2006

Ah, Modern Convenience...

I took a shower in my own bathroom today for the first time since last Tuesday. The expected two day bathroom renovation ended up taking six days (seven if you include the day that Brian and I drove to Lowe's to buy the hardware.) I have been begging showers off various friends and neighbors since then. Now that the work is complete, I have to say that I'm quite pleased with it. I wouldn't have chosen to replace the tub and surrounding area of the bathroom, but now that it's done the bathroom just looks more... intentional. I have also very thankful that I am living in the age of indoor plumbing and heated water.

I'm going to participate in CoolMiniOrNot's Mini-Exchange #8. Basically, you mail two or three minis to someone else on the list (decided randomly) and receive a similar number of mystery minis from someone else. Then everyone paints one of the minis they get and posts it on CMON. Since the room with the gaming tables at Rider's closed I haven't had a lot of opportunity to hang out with other painters (only my friend Brian from work and Mark) so I like the idea of connected to a painting community.

Random: I am so into carousel music right now that I considering ordering a CD of it. You'd be surprised how much is available. I blame John Linnel and Pitagora Suicchi.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Another Change in Plans

We are in the process of having our bathtub replaced. The "two day process" is nearly done with the second day, and I would say that we are almost ready to start putting the new bathtub in. I don't blame the fellow doing the job... there have been a lot of unknowns that he has dealt with admirably.

It's good to see that my children have inherited my (lack of) physical grace. Last night, Stef's brother and sister-in-law (Bob and Cherie) watched our kids so that work on the bathroom could start early and in earnest (i.e. with Stef's help.) Early mid-morning, Jay fell and carved up his lower lip. Stef went to meet them at the emergency room, and then brought him back here. She's been helping with the bathroom process, and I've pretty much been watching Jay. He's a little banged up, but definitely wants to play. The only problem with this is that I called in sick to work today... I've been feeling punkier and punkier for a few days now, and yesterday was downright miserable, so I figured I'd take the day and just crash. Let's give a big internet-style "laughing-out-loud" for another change in plans.

Having the kids gone did allow Stef and me to go to Red Lobster last night so Stef could have crab legs, something we had planned but not executed for her birthday week. The experience was roundly disappointing for me. Stef said the crab legs weren't as sweet as they normally are either. Maybe it's how I was feeling, but the food just lacked savor. I ordered the "Admiral's Feast" but I ate an ensign's worth of food at most.

Now, the real question is how I'm going to get a shower in the morning.....

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

A Change in Plans

As I mentioned, last Wednesday was Stefanie's birthday. As part of the "I'm home for the week of your birthday" festivities, I had arranged for the kinder to spend Thursday and Friday night at my parents' house. Stef and I were looking forward to just hanging out at a bookstore / coffee house without the usual interruptions of "No, you can't have any candy / take that out of your mouth / I told you not to touch that / indoor voices, please."

Thursday morning Stef went to a brunch with her mother and sister-in-law, and the plan was for me to pick her up with the kids to go and drop them off with my folks. Shortly after breakfast however, Jay started throwing up. ...and throwing up. And throwing up. I spent most of the morning holding a bucket in front of his face while we watched Blues Clues. Stef was able to catch a ride home, and took over bucket patrol while I took the girls to meet my mom.

So now we've gone from the promise of two relaxing days without the kids to having a sick, puking baby. He recovered quickly, of which I am grateful since my poor little guy looked truly miserable, but it still put the kaibosh on our plans.

Easter was a lot of fun. Good worship, sugar-crazed children, too much food, etc.

Now I'm back at work.... sigh.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Senility? Already?

If there's one thing I historically have not done, it's lock myself out of my car. I think before this week I had done it a grand total of once. Yes, I said 'before this week' so snicker away.

Sunday I had to work for a few hours after the Fairytopia show. Stef dropped me off at home, then drove the hour or so down to Toledo to drop off our niece. I stayed home for a few minutes to let the dogs run around, then headed in. On the way I stopped to pick up a couple Dews at my favorite 'on the way' stop-n-rob, and finally rolled into work roughly 45 minutes after Stef had left for Toledo. I parked the truck at the loading dock (not normally a place one should be parking, but traditional for people in my department to abuse in the off hours,) grabbed my Dews and headed for the door. As I approached, I felt the odd sensation of my hand not feeling my keys as I reached in my pocket. I did a frantic search of jacket and pants to find nothing.... of course I found nothing: the were sitting on the seat of my locked truck. I called Stef, who offered to come home (having just arrived at our niece's home) but I told her to wait until I could try and find help locally. After a few unsuccessful calls to coworkers and a low battery warning on my cell phone, a helpful DPS offices let me in to my office until Stef could come rescue me. Highly embarrassing.

Yesterday, Sarah and I went out to buy things for Stef's birthday, and when I got home (sure enough!) I left the keys in the ignition, locked the doors and walked in the house. If Stef hadn't been home we would have been sunk.

So let's see, that's one time in the first 20 years of driving, and now twice in the last week.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Half Over Already?

I took this whole week off in honor of Stef's birthday on Wednesday. Now, here it is on the cusp of Wednesday and it seems like the week has barely started, let along be half over. The girls and I will be preparing a cake tomorrow, alternating chocolate and vanilla cake layers. It was their idea, and I think it might turn out fairly well. There will, of course, be ice cream.

The Barbie show was quite good. The songs that were added were competent, and the diction of the singers was excellent. I understood every word of every song, which can not be said of the last non-kid show that I saw...um.... maybe 12 years ago. I don't think Lily quite grasps the frequency at which these things happen. She was already picking out the souvenier she would buy for the next time we went to see Fairytopia. I tried to explain, but I could tell that she wasn't quite getting that this was a unique event.

Saturday, April 08, 2006

T-3 Hours to Barbie

Well, in approximately three hours we will be sitting in the Fox theatre with Sarah Lily and our niece Josie watching Barbie: Fairytopia. When Stef and I saw that the show was coming to town we bought tickets, and assumed that the girls wouls freak out when they found out that we were going. The response has been a bit less than freak out. They were more excited to see their cousin.

We took Sarah to see "Bear in the Blig Blue House Live" when she was about 14 months old, and she enjoyed it.... to some degree. I can't imagine bringing Jay to something like this and he's almost two now. Sarah certainly was a precocious little scamp. I suppose it speaks something of the experience that this is the first live show we've planned on seeing in more than six years.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Hey! Tim Eldred!

I'm looking for Tim Eldred ... if anyone gets here by a search of something and knows how to contact him, please let me know. Yes, I refer to the Tim Eldred. The VOTOMS freak.

Monday, April 03, 2006

Divergence

Okay, the new photo has helped a lot. The old photo has a 5.2 with 37 votes. The newer photo has a solid 6.0 with 46 votes. I really didn't expect that much difference! Actually, the photo here is better than the one on the CMON posting... but seriously, I can't really bring myself to post a third time.

I wonder if some of my older models would have done better, especially the Dark Elf BSB, with a better photo. I continue to remind myself that I don't paint for CMON scores, but there's obviously some validation in seeing scores rise as my painting improves. After the Dwarf commission job I'm getting back to Skaven for a while, not because I want to see the CMON score but because I want to field a fully painted army.

EDIT: after the magical 50 vote point, the first pic has a 5.6 (better than I had expected) and the newer pic has a 6.1.

Saturday, April 01, 2006

A Better Photograph?


I took another photo of the Cleric mini for posting on cmon. I'm convinced now that my photography is hurting my scores.

Hopefully this new pic fares better than the last (which is hovering in the mid-high-5's.) The shading and highlighting on the reds shows up better in this one.

Older pic: http://coolminiornot.com/118137
Newer pic: http://coolminiornot.com/118366

Say What You Mean

I printed and assembled the optical illusion dragon from grand-illusions.com and it works great. It's an especially effective version of the hollow face illusion. I brought it home so the family could see it, and the girls all thought it was extremely cool.

Today, a friend of ours came over and I showed her the dragon. Little Lily was in the room with us. As soon as our friend saw that its gaze follows you, she burst out with, "That is F#!&ING CREEPY!!!" Almost poetic, isn't it? I'm hoping Lily wasn't paying attention.

This friend has a three year old child, and I'm hoping this little outburst was atypical of how she speaks at home when it's only the two of them. If she 'tones it down' (as people who commonly curse tend to call the attempted cessation of cursing) around us but speaks freely at home then it's only a matter of time before her young'un picks up on it and teaches it to my kids. Little kids cussing... now that's f#!&ing creepy.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Photography != cool

For the non-programmers out there, != is 'not equals.'
Look at this:

I finished painting this guy a week or so ago. He looks pretty cool in person, but in the photo he's a busy, blurry blob. The promo photo from the manufacturer (left, duh) looks great. I am seriously at a loss on how to photo these things. Maybe I'll take another photo from the same angle as the promo pic to get a better comparison.

Honestly, it's getting a little irritating. I did a lot of things on this mini that turned out well and which show an improvement in my techniques. The picture, however, shows almost nothing of the effects that are visible with the nekkid eye. It just looks muddy and indistinct. I'm starting to think I need a better camera to really do these little guys justice.

Enthusiast, not Connoisseur

I like things. Coffee, peppermints, Jazz, various foods... Over my 37-some-odd years I have consumed enough of various things to have a basic idea of what I like or don't like. Occassionally I will share the fact that I like something with others. Often, the extapolation of that sharing by the person is question is to assume that I am a connoisseur of said like. This could not be farther from the truth.

I like coffee, but I don't think I could seriously differentiate what one would call a good coffee from a coffee that I simply enjoy. The same goes for food. I like Mexican food, but I enjoy the dive down the road that serves TexMex probably as much as an authentic Mexican restaurant. It's not that I'm unappreciative of good things; it's more that I'm easy to please.

Friday, March 24, 2006

The Echo, best and worst

The campus newspaper here is The Eastern Echo. My colleagues and I have enjoyed portions of it immensely over the years, especially "Campus Blotter" (in which the drunken brushes with the law of students is routinely reported.) Occassionally the Echo gets a little lost in its own sense of self-importance and feels it needs to be the crusader for some misguided cause on campus. Today was one of those days. It was also the day of the best op-ed piece ever. More on that later. First, the misguided cause.

"What Eastern Wants You To Believe" the headline read, "An Echo Special Report." The story went on for two columns on the front page and then for nearly all of page nine, to report that EMU is orchestrating a marketing / recruiting effort for potential students and their parents called "Explore Eastern" this Saturday, and that they actually have the gall to try and cast a positive light on the university to the people taking the tour. The very nerve! The author took the opportunity to point out many of EMU's faults, quoting semi-important people where he thought their words would lend more credence than his own. To read the piece, you'd think that new students were being tricked, decieved into coming to EMU on the promise of a wonderful experience, only to find it an utter hell hole.

Hey, Michael Greenlee, I'm talking to you. Nobody is under the impressive that EMU is some academic utopia. You wanna know the truth? We want students to enroll, and we try and convince them to do so. We don't turn away most of our applicants like our neighbor down I-94 does. We can't afford to. When we run a recruiting event or a campus tour, the intention is to show good things about EMU. How many high school seniors would come here if they were handed a color glossy pamphlet entitled "EMU: Our Many Problems" on their tour? Ford doesn't show film of Pintos exploding in their commercials; does that mean they are deceiving their customers? Should every magazine ad for GM include a disclaimer that the company has lost record amounts of money recently and may not exist in its present form in a year? And it's not even for the sake of disclosure that you are saying all this, because you and I both know that EMU's troubles have been amply reported in the local news.

I also disagree with your critisizm of the sample dorm room decorated by (and clearly shown as such) Bed, Bath and Beyond. To show the sample "corporate sponsored" dorm room and then the "less dazzling space" of some unidentified dorm room was a cheap shot. Have you ever rented an apartment, Mr. Greenlee? Do the demo apartments feature a hand-me-down couch, old TV and a bathroom full of mismatched towels? Is that, in some way, deceiving potential renters (especially student renters) as to what their living experience may be like in that apartment? Was it offensive to you that the room looked nicer than most students' rooms, or that it was "corporate sponsored" (in your words.) Is that inherently evil?

Cheap, Mr. Greenlee. I hope journalism isn't your intended career.

On a completely opposite note, the op-ed piece by Lynn Kargol, called "Good deeds don't stand alone, faith forgives sin" was the absolute most stunning thing I have read in the Echo. In about a quarter page, she states matter of factly that:
  1. Man has sinned
  2. "being good" can't save us
  3. Jesus paid the price for our sin, and only faith in Him can save us
  4. good deeds are important to our faith
Have my eyes gone insane?! Is that a gospel presentation on the op-ed page of the Echo?!? I'm far more used to reading heartfelt treatises on the importance of gay marriage rights or increased aid/awareness for some dilemma overseas on this page, and yet here is one of the most succinctly elegant summations of my faith that I have ever read. Lynn Kargol is now officially my hero. Let it shine, Lynn!

Monday, March 20, 2006

Maya Angelou is my sysadmin

You may recall my stance regarding quotes. We have a calendar in our kitchen published by Guideposts that has a quote for March and April.
"No man can know where he is going unless he knows exactly where he has been and exactly how he arrived at his present state." Maya Angelou
What glurge.

But after the recent trouble with the upgrade at work, I took another look at the quote. It suddenly became the following:
"No system can be upgraded unless the sysadmin knows what the baseline configuration was and what local changes have been made that may be overwritten by the upgrade process."
Well, that certainly describes my problems well enough. Heretofore all upgrade documents shall be read with the internal narrative of an elderly black woman. Is anything made less authoritative in such a voice?

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Taste-o-gram

Roast update STOP
it rocked STOP
that is all STOP

Stories, Upgrades and Experimental Cooking

My friend Josh was recounting his grandfather's heroism during WWII, which including taking a bullet through his arm at the Battle of the Bulge, then spending two weeks behind German lines surviving by his wits and the few phrases in German he could yell back to people yelling questions. What will I tell my own grandchildren? Will I tell them all the things I saw on 24-hour news? Will I tell them that I owned a 1st generation TiVo? Oh, maybe that time the guys from work and I went to Rally's and ate a triple-double combo! (No way, Grandpa!)

Then again, my sister-in-law's brother served with the marines in Somalia, and he won't talk about it. Maybe a lack of dramatic stories isn't so bad.

The upgrade at work was a failure (read: I screwed it up) so we went back to a lower version to upgrade to. It goes into production tomorrow, and I'm installing it. Hooray.

I just decided to cook a roast, and figured I'd try something I haven't done before. I put a bed of onions in our wide crock pot (maybe 4 smallish onions total) and a cup of water, then put a 2.25 Lbs. chuck roast on the onions, sprinkled with coarse salt, black pepper, garlic powder and some thyme. I put the crock pot on 4 hour high heat setting. We'll see how it turns out.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Firefly, after the fact

I just finished watching the first DVD of Firefly with Stef. I saw Serenity when it came out with Stef and our friend Mark, and was amazed at how good it was, especially since my half-hearted attempts to watch Firefly when it was on TV didn't leave a good impression. Stef, on the other hand, loved Firefly and knew I'd like it if I gave it a serious chance. I felt more attachment, even investment, in the characters of Serenity at the end of two hours than I did at the end of the most recent three Star Wars film.

I have three more Firefly DVD's that I am eager to watch, and simultaneously I am disappointed that the series is finite. Funny... I know books are finite, yet I never enter into reading one with that sense of finality or disappointment. I suppose the sunny side is that I missed the disappointment of having the show canceled out from under me while I was watching it, ala Futurama. I certainly hope there is new material, whether TV, movie or straight to DVD.

Friday, March 10, 2006

Fun Hysteresis

For the non-engineers among you, from Wikipedia: Hysteresis is a property of systems (usually physical systems) that do not instantly follow the forces applied to them, but react slowly, or do not return completely to their original state: that is, systems whose states depend on their immediate history.

I found a file in My Documents that I had apparently downloaded some time ago but had forgotten about. It was a .mod file medley of songs from the game The Secret of Monkey Island(tm). Listening to it swept me back 15 years, and I felt that rush of excitement and anticipation that I felt playing the game originally. Crash. Then the present returns. So I asked myself, "Self? When was the last time a computer game, or any game, made you feel like that?" (To try to be as non-depressing as possible I'm going to keep the topic on computer games, and not life in general.) When was the last time I got that little shiver up the back when playing something? Final Fantasy 7? X-COM? In the last 5 years? 10? The fact is I really couldn't remember anything recent that has done that for me. Even the spectacularly well-made World of Warcraft just felt reassuring and fun, not thrilling. So am I harder to please now or are things just less fun.

Enter hysteresis.

I feel as though it takes more to entertain me. I wish I could categorically say something like "I demand higher quality" becuase even the things that are universally praised as high quality (like WoW) don't thrill me. I fear that I may be experiencing the same stimulus level and just reacting to it less. At the same time, the "coming down" portion is really an inverse hysteresis, since I tend to come down much quicker from positive experiences. I react slower, with lower amplitude, and return to zero much faster.

Is this just what getting older means? Is this why people are reduced to "keeping busy" later in life? Because nothing really excites them, but they feel like they have to do something?

Now, don't make the extapolation and think I lead a joyless existence. It's just that computer games have been central to my entertainment for almost 30 years, and the fact that I don't enjoy them like I used to makes me wonder if it's me or them. Are 20-somethings having the same emotional experience with the latest Elder Scrolls today that I had with Monkey Island back when I was first courting Stef?

I've just decided that it's me. You could easily replace computer games with books, movies or music in this entry, and I have certainly heard my share of curmudgeons gassing endlessly about the quality of (insert medium here) in their day as opposed to the garbage today. I refuse to be that person. I don't get as big a kick out of it, and it's all me. There: blogging is therapeutic and cathartic.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

State of the Dollhouse

(I really should post some pics of the carnage that is dollhouse construction.)

We have sanded and/or assembled the many, many pieces that make up the main walls and their associated windows. Without thinking, we glued some of the acetate windows into their proper places. This will make the process of sealing the wood for painting much more difficult since we will have to work delicately around the windows now. Thankfully, most of the windows are still open and available for the slopping of sealer (50% varnish, 50% alcohol.) We have decided to paint every part of the house rather than stain, since staining and varnishing would be exceedingly difficult.

A Slow Trickle of Frustration

Anyone who reads this is going to have a much better idea of what I hate than of what I love. Writing is a natural venue for venting frustration, and frustration leads to action much more than a positive experience typically does.

Take this morning. Please.

We bought a new kitchen faucet, and like most home improvement projects for couples with kids things didn't really get started until the kids were in bed. I was working late, so Stef and Sheena fought with it for a while, then determined that they didn't have the right tool. Stef took off early in the morning to get the correct tool at Lowe's, but when they didn't have it she returned with something that the person there was sure would work. It didn't. So, back to Lowe's to return it and over to Home Depot to get the correct part.

With the correct tool, the job went much smoother. There is no substitute for understanding or the right tool. When we went to turn the water back on, things went considerable south. In the two places that we had shut water off between the water heater and the kitchen sink, both are leaking like crazy. I am at my wits' end. I hate home improvement projects as it is (see, told ya. Something I hate) and I've already missed half a day or work for this project, and now this. I launch into a temper tantrum (probably mild as far as temper tantrums go, but walking around muttering about how much I hate houses is a tantrum for me.) The irritating part is the change of state of the valves. In the past, just turning them on really hard has stopped any leakage. Now that leak when completely on or completely off, and practically gush in between. These are old metal valves on 3/4" pipes, and I'm thinking I'm going to have to take the rest of the day to solder new valves in place. While I'm struggling with figuring out how the things work (and more to the point, how I can affect them without removing and replacing them) I hear Stef on the phone. Stef has called the local Aco hardware store for advice, and a fellow there named Eric told her to tighten the nut between the valve twisty handle thing and the actual valva body. Guess what? It worked! Aco has won some serious points today.

Monday, March 06, 2006

Speed Painting and the Perils of MetaCafe

I'm most of the way through the first ten dwarfs for Bill's army. These are just rank and file guys, so I'm not lavishing the amount of attention on them that I would an elite model, but I still want them to look nice. It's a nice symbiotic relationship... Bill gets his army painted on-the-cheap and I get to experiment with some speed painting techniques and develop a portfolio. The eventual goal is to get some commission work that pays full price. As long as Bill's happy with the army when it's done, I'll consider it a success. The problem is balancing how much I enjoy painting (and therefore lavishing time on a single model) with the need to get x models done in y hours.

For a few years, Stef has had a program called MetaCafe installed. It's a little peer-to-peer thing that downloads short film clips in the background for you to watch at your leisure. All in all it has been entertaining. It's mostly commercials or short novelty videos; I have never seen anything flagrantly violating copyright like other peer to peer networks tend to have. You don't actively choose to download things. They just show up on your computer via the software. I'm guessing that the MetaCafe owners moderate the items posted to the network. There are also content filters, which leads us to our peril story.

Even with the content filters on we get items that, while not patently offensive, aren't something we want the kids to see. Foreign commercials tend to be racy, photo galleries of celebrity PR shots can be inappropriate for kids, etc. On Saturday however, someone really fell down on the job at MetaCafe. Over the course of the afternoon, 5 or 6 different video clips came in that weren't just racy, they were hardcore porn. Someone had uploaded the clips in categories that the content filter lets through, and whoever moderates the release of content approved it. However it happened, it was fixed by Saturday night, when all the incoming content was back to the normal standards. So let this be a lesson to the 1 or 2 people who might actually read this. Always preview the intenet content before letting the kids at it.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

The Fairy Princess Rules Once More

I decided not to work too late tonight and see my family. Actually, with the doctor appointment for Lily this morning that I attended it came out to an eight hour day. Oh, the shame of this slacker. The girls put on a play this evening in which I was the evil king who usurped power from the rightful fairy princess. Sarah, the brave heroine, swept in to kill me and break the spell put on Lily, the rightful ruler. It was all delightful. Of course, as the evil king I needed costuming, most of which involved the girls putting things in my hair.

I primed 50 or so dwarfs tonight, with another 20-30 to assemble still. It must be nice to have your entire army fit in half an army transport case! My horde of vile rat men could fill two of them at this point. I'm going to start painting over my lunch hour, ensuring that I do not go out to eat (which is a habit I have found difficult to break) and simultaneously do something rewarding. I've really taken a shine to this, so much so that I am considering basic art theory class at EMU just to improve my artistic sensibilities. (Please note that "considering" and "registering for" are not at all similar, and one will not necessarily lead to the other.)

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Regarding "break"

Lily's nose is not broken! We took her to her follow up appointment, which also happened to be the first appointment she's had with a new doctor. Her former pediatrician had also been my pediatrician back in the olden days, so I suppose it's no surprise that he retired. She still looks pretty beat up, but it's getting better and her nose is almost the correct shape now. Her eye is still viciously blackened.

I painted up a sample "Iron Breaker" for Bill's dwarf army. In theory I would paint the armor a bright silver and then apply a thin glaze of very light blue, giving the armor a bluish tint. In practice the armor turned "old people blue" (as in the car color.) I fixed it by highlighting mithril (the bright silver) on the wide areas and gave it a thin black wash and it looks much closer to what he and I had in mind. I also started a miner, and am in love with the sculpt. I started a new technique for priming and preparing that includes a white primer coat, then a wash of very thin wash of Vallejo charred brown (scorched brown in citadel-ese, burnt umber to the rest of the world.) It does such a wonderful job of bringing out the details, while also sitting so appriopriately in the recesses for shading. I wanted to take a picture of the miner even before painting him. I painted the face as a test and it turned out nicely.