Cheer to all who are participating in yet another great event over at Wyrd. I hope everyone's entries are going swimmingly as are mine. I have two in now, and hope to have at least two more done by the deadline. Sadly, I cannot show them or even hint at what they are, but I can say they are some of my best work yet. Improving with every mini, regardless of its result has that effect. I am firm believer these days that as long as you have learned something, its a good
Right, so its been awhile since I blogged here. My LGS has gotten into the only historical game ever to rear its head there: Flames of War. For those that don't know this is a WWII game with armies from the US, Britain, Germany, Italy, Soviet Union and others. The minis are surprisingly well-sculpted and the game is fairly easy to play (if you can play 40k you can play this easy). In point of fact, after reviewing 5th edition 40k, I am going to go out on a limb here and say
So my LGS owner and I were talking about orks and all things orky, and we were speaking about how we were tired of green. Not that I have anything against green orks and their various permutations, but green this and green that gets old. This brought up the subject of when he worked in a T-shirt factory that certain dyes from different regions that were supposedly the same color carried different hues. He was told that was beacuse different areas had different soil properties that
1985 is my current readership number. I guess that is the number of views of my blog. Thats pretty cool. People are either bored enough, interested enough, or think I am laughable enough to come a see what I am droning on about. But the number 1985 hits me like a historic brick. Let's take a look at the year 1985:You friendly, neighborhood Thunderhawker was 12 years old.
Ronald Reagan was sworn into a second term.
"We are the world" was recorded
People who are oblivious to the world around them. This has been a pet peeve of mine for the longest time, and my wife thinks its funny. But given my background and what the military trained me to do, being aware o what is going on around me is second nature.So, the thing is people just have no idea what is going on outside of their little personal space bubble. These are the same people who bump into you in the store because they have no clue you are there. They are the
Copyright © 2001-2018