Wyrmypops
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I'm a man of no wealth and dubious taste, woo, woo. :musical-note:
Just felt inclined to say hello in anticipation of getting stuck in to CMON. Lurked a while, and seems a quality place. Nice mix of helpful and silly.:silly!:
So, hello. :waving:
I'm Jo'. Don't be mislead by the spelling, I'm a bloke. Just that what it's short for ain't Joseph so I can't slap an "E" in there. Hippy parents leads to dodgy names.
In my late 30's now. At 30 I took to calling the age 29b out of denial. Got up to 29e before the occasional grey hair intruded into the mane and broke that game. Remaining wrinkle-free keeps me looking deceptively young though, so that's a bonus. I put that down to an absence of sun, and using cold water to wash with. Not a contrived regime, am just nocturnal and can't be bothered waiting for hot water.
Started painting back in the 80's. Knocking up figures ostensibly for roleplaying with, but never cared for using mini's in RPG's (regard them as limiting the imagination), but carried on painting them for the sheer pleasure of doing so.
I was crap for so many years. Really, really crap. The kind of crap parents could point at as a cautionary tale to youngsters. "See, that's what happens if you mix acrylics and enamels, and don't thin your paints."
Thankfully a bout of long term unemployment gave me time to practice.
Got into GW figs and games due to their accessibility. Never really drawn to WFB and 40K (cept for the figs), preferred the small scale games and (in a bout of typical contraryness) Space Marine. While painting the epic scale buggers was as much fun as diorrheoa, the game was a gem and offered a proper army to use rather than D6 squads, tank/monster and hero that WFB/40K considered armies.
All that led to a job with GW. Went for a shop job in London. Got it, but had to wriggle a bit to stay there as the bloke that interviewed me tried to get me to move to up north for Eavy Metal. I was too nervy to up sticks like that. Instead I spent the next glorious 5 years ensconced in various London stores rarely moving from the painting table.
Great times. Working with the peachiest of peachy people, much japery and banter, lying about ones birthday to get the kids to buy you doughnuts, and some cracking nights out with the lads.
Any regulars of a GW London store in the early to mid 90's might have seen a goateed ponytail type with a brush in hand, and of those that did it might have been me or one of the others with the same looks that seemed as much a uniform as a red shirt.
Course, that meant I hardly ever painted anything at home. Although a friend is keen to remind of the Dragon I did, as it amuses him to do so. The girlfriend at the time came in decked out in lingerie, mouthing all the sexy lingo. I pretty much ignored her with "sorry love, I gotta paint this dragon". Can't imagine why that relationship didn't last. :doh!:
Never entered the Golden Demon in those years. Wasn't many categories a staffer could enter, and those they could were dominated by the studio types so need not bother.
Won a couple of competitions for our store though. Our "bugger the old range" diorama was a corker. With our resident scenery bloke working up a great background, our best conversion junkie creating the models, and me painting them up. The premise of that entry was named to appeal to the worship that the bigwigs appreciate in underlings, and used the crusty old mini's head office supplied. Loads of ancient figs we posed to be abused by the newer ones. Circumcisor Yarrick, and Marneus Calgar with his power fists off revealing he merely had oversize hands for a "fisting for fun" sub-titled room. Iffy, but funny.
Since then painting has been sporadic. That's down to having a disorganised mess of a place, and contracting an anxiety disorder that makes doing anything an unhill stuggle in motivation. Ain't oppresive or anything too gribbly, just makes things simple things tricky. :nailbiting!:
Just about finished reorganising the place and making portable work stations. So I can crack on with stuff as the whim takes me. Planning on painting a helluva lot more this year. There's always that ego boost upon finishing a lush mini, and reckon CMON could provide a few more ego boosts from comments.
Being the best amongst my peers (not a grand statement really), I've grown what could be regarded as arrogant in my painting. The attitude could more generously be considered as self-assured and I do so like to be generous, especially to myself.
Looking about CMON for a while, I'm liking what I see and am appreciating the humility being amongst such superior examples of painters would bring, and instill a new drive to break the plateau and get back to advancing in skill.
Yeah, I know, I ramble on a lot. Reckon it's part of the anxiety hooha, feeling the need to cover all bases exhaustively. But job done I can crack on with getting stuck in to existing threads without you's thinking "eh, who's this mook? Let's flick dirty tissues at him and leave his hand draped in a glass of cold water while he sleeps". Or something.
Just felt inclined to say hello in anticipation of getting stuck in to CMON. Lurked a while, and seems a quality place. Nice mix of helpful and silly.:silly!:
So, hello. :waving:
I'm Jo'. Don't be mislead by the spelling, I'm a bloke. Just that what it's short for ain't Joseph so I can't slap an "E" in there. Hippy parents leads to dodgy names.
In my late 30's now. At 30 I took to calling the age 29b out of denial. Got up to 29e before the occasional grey hair intruded into the mane and broke that game. Remaining wrinkle-free keeps me looking deceptively young though, so that's a bonus. I put that down to an absence of sun, and using cold water to wash with. Not a contrived regime, am just nocturnal and can't be bothered waiting for hot water.
Started painting back in the 80's. Knocking up figures ostensibly for roleplaying with, but never cared for using mini's in RPG's (regard them as limiting the imagination), but carried on painting them for the sheer pleasure of doing so.
I was crap for so many years. Really, really crap. The kind of crap parents could point at as a cautionary tale to youngsters. "See, that's what happens if you mix acrylics and enamels, and don't thin your paints."
Thankfully a bout of long term unemployment gave me time to practice.
Got into GW figs and games due to their accessibility. Never really drawn to WFB and 40K (cept for the figs), preferred the small scale games and (in a bout of typical contraryness) Space Marine. While painting the epic scale buggers was as much fun as diorrheoa, the game was a gem and offered a proper army to use rather than D6 squads, tank/monster and hero that WFB/40K considered armies.
All that led to a job with GW. Went for a shop job in London. Got it, but had to wriggle a bit to stay there as the bloke that interviewed me tried to get me to move to up north for Eavy Metal. I was too nervy to up sticks like that. Instead I spent the next glorious 5 years ensconced in various London stores rarely moving from the painting table.
Great times. Working with the peachiest of peachy people, much japery and banter, lying about ones birthday to get the kids to buy you doughnuts, and some cracking nights out with the lads.
Any regulars of a GW London store in the early to mid 90's might have seen a goateed ponytail type with a brush in hand, and of those that did it might have been me or one of the others with the same looks that seemed as much a uniform as a red shirt.
Course, that meant I hardly ever painted anything at home. Although a friend is keen to remind of the Dragon I did, as it amuses him to do so. The girlfriend at the time came in decked out in lingerie, mouthing all the sexy lingo. I pretty much ignored her with "sorry love, I gotta paint this dragon". Can't imagine why that relationship didn't last. :doh!:
Never entered the Golden Demon in those years. Wasn't many categories a staffer could enter, and those they could were dominated by the studio types so need not bother.
Won a couple of competitions for our store though. Our "bugger the old range" diorama was a corker. With our resident scenery bloke working up a great background, our best conversion junkie creating the models, and me painting them up. The premise of that entry was named to appeal to the worship that the bigwigs appreciate in underlings, and used the crusty old mini's head office supplied. Loads of ancient figs we posed to be abused by the newer ones. Circumcisor Yarrick, and Marneus Calgar with his power fists off revealing he merely had oversize hands for a "fisting for fun" sub-titled room. Iffy, but funny.
Since then painting has been sporadic. That's down to having a disorganised mess of a place, and contracting an anxiety disorder that makes doing anything an unhill stuggle in motivation. Ain't oppresive or anything too gribbly, just makes things simple things tricky. :nailbiting!:
Just about finished reorganising the place and making portable work stations. So I can crack on with stuff as the whim takes me. Planning on painting a helluva lot more this year. There's always that ego boost upon finishing a lush mini, and reckon CMON could provide a few more ego boosts from comments.
Being the best amongst my peers (not a grand statement really), I've grown what could be regarded as arrogant in my painting. The attitude could more generously be considered as self-assured and I do so like to be generous, especially to myself.
Looking about CMON for a while, I'm liking what I see and am appreciating the humility being amongst such superior examples of painters would bring, and instill a new drive to break the plateau and get back to advancing in skill.
Yeah, I know, I ramble on a lot. Reckon it's part of the anxiety hooha, feeling the need to cover all bases exhaustively. But job done I can crack on with getting stuck in to existing threads without you's thinking "eh, who's this mook? Let's flick dirty tissues at him and leave his hand draped in a glass of cold water while he sleeps". Or something.
