Yes, he’s back, sort of. That goddamn talking skull and his friends. Go play.

OK, one of the other things I wanted to do with the new Less Is More is stick things I’ve modelled and painted in there. So while my usual target audience (ie, people who know me and will at elast pretend I’m amusing) will be a bit lost, people who like Warhammer models will at least have fun going “you can’t Green Stuff”.

So, without further adieu…

So yes,  in a world where man is 28mm tall and made of grey polystyrene, these guys are Ogres that have wandered all over the world, beaten up most other sentient races, been paid, and come home.

The guy on the right was the first one I made, and has been either to the continent of Lustria, or the depths of the Southlands. Not sure. Either way, he’s spent his years fighting with and/or against the Lizardmen who live in both places. He’s taken/been given a sword by a Lizardman warrior (taken from the new Saurus spruce), a great golden plaque for a gutplate (the thing on his tummy, an old Saurus shield) and to decorate his ironfist (the thing on his other hand, the snake thing I sculpted). The lizardscale robe was done by pushing balls of Green Stuff (a type of modelling putty) into the model. It looks crap now, so I might well redo it if I can.

The guy on the left is a more recent effort, and has been living with the Dwarfs. And everyone knows what Dwarfs like - armour. I had started him with a puny beard and only a helmet (made in Green Stuff, with horns from the old Dwarf spruce), but that looked crap, and after goading from  the folks of /tg/, I coated him in Green Stuff and poked dots in it to represent chainmail. And its not too bad. His gutplate is just a Dwarf shield, his axe is an old Dwarf axe. Just for good measure, that pistol he’s waving around is a handgun from the new plastic Dwarf Thunderers. He also has a splendid beard in Green Stuff. You sadly can’t see his pegleg (I needed his foot for another model), made from a steam drill (a drill used by Dwarf Miners), or his barrel of beer made from a metal Dwarf barrel.

I want to make another to have a unit of three, each with one of the Maneater weapons (Longsword, brace of handguns, and double handed weapon). However, I’ve got more important modelling things, let alone other life things, before I do that. Possibly an Ogre who’s spent some time with the Orcs, but I’m not sure what great weapon would work (note that the Dwarf-Ogres axe is a slightly bigger double handed axe itself!)

You what? OK, credit to the man for passing without a single fault, but I failed my second driving test last week for not changing into the correct lane. And they expect us to believe he passed after another car pranged him? Fuck that.

Like many despondent basement dwellers too impoverished and socially majadjusted to move out, I have a room full of crap. Let me just take a minute first to turn off my Whining Self Pity Mode, so I’m actually funny.

So yeah, room full of crap. Last time it got even loosely tidied out, I ended up finding things that shouldn’t even exist anymore. A rubber from when I was in the Beaver Scouts, in 92. A rubber older than my little brother, who can now thoroughly kick my arse at Guitar Hero, and may well end up nerdier than I am. Also, coursework from Year Seven (no idea what that is in American, probably “Burgers”). And a bottle of beer that’s been growing some nice mould since before I went to uni. Yummy.

But since, unlike most basement dwellers, I actually have a girlfriend, and said girlfriend is spending the summer with me, fifteen years of crap had to be shunted into better organised places. Bank statements were organised by date on the statement, not date shoved into the big plastic folder. CDs and DVDs were arranged on shelves instead of piled on them. Shoeboxes were filled with manuals, little plastic men were ranked up, and beer bottles were recycled, and duct-taped up in the case of the aforementioned four year old bottle.

Naturally, this means that there’s some things I’ve found that may have made sense, if someone else brought them into my room and hid them to confuse me. So for want of some actual good ideas, here’s a selection of useless crap.

A coconut:
You all know what a coconut looks like, its like a giant straw-covered testicle. If testicles were made of wood, hollow, and filled with “milk” and stringy stuff that tastes like eating wood shavings. So, as the ancient pun goes, not really like a giant straw-covered testicle then. I think I know where this one came from, actually, I took it upstairs for an event which also featured a condom, a potato, and some ear medicene. Tragically, I’m not joking.

However, this does begat the question: why was there a coconut downstairs in the first place? Because someone bought a coconut. Dur.

Ear mufflers:
You know clay pidgeon shooting, I guess. Basically just firing clay frisbees into the air, then blowing them apart with shotguns. I’m guessing it was invented by the English aristocracy, who, having ron out of pheasents and other birds to shoot one evening, decided to give the local potter some work and shoot more things. Not the potter, mind.

At any rate, since shotguns, designed primarily to turn a man in front of you into a thin red mist and some lumpy bits, are very loud, one typically wears big padded ear muff things when shooting. And for some reason, I own a pair.

Annoyingly enough, I also know where these came from, seeing as one of my housemates in Hull used to do clay pigeon shooting. And since for some reason five tonnes of everyones crap ended up in my bag for no reason, this also explains the shotgun cartridge, and the Tom and Jerry SNES game that rests on my decidedly SNES-free shelves.

An African Blowpipe
It came from France, just in case there was any lingering sense of the “I don’t know where this stuff came from!” idea. For some reason, there’s lots of African stuff in French markets, and since I’m in France once a year on holiday, it seems inevitable.

Although it looks quite cool, I think the bamboo started splintering three seconds after I bought it, and its so long and loose you can’t launch a dart out of it anyway. Not a great use of money, but neither was the djembe I bought, and later sold on eBay. And neither was the bigger djembe, which is now wearing a St Patricks Day hat.

One model cloven hoof
Which would be much more useful if I knew where the other was.

…this would have been much funnier if there was a bit more inexplicable stuff. Ah well, come back in six months when I have to clear out the crap again, and find a stuffed zebra, or something. Cheerio!

Yeah, so I’ve started that whole blogging thing again, as you’ve obviously noticed. So what brought that about, and how many days can you expect me to be a-blogging before I give up again?

Well, the answer to the second one is “who the fuck knows”, but the first ones a bit more straightforward. I’ve been making websites for years now. From a crappy one about Tamagotchis ten years ago, to sites for the family business, and of course the garbage on this humble domain.

About three months ago, I actually realised this, and how much fun it actually is. I then coupled this with the more pressing concern: “I’m 22 and still living with my parents, I need a fucking job that pays”. And while temping is fun, and many lessons have been learned from Yahtzee about the joys of data entry, they just don’t call me often enough. Apparently, the concept of sending out someone who types really fast and efficiently is anathema when the agency only gets paid twice the amount you get paid per hour. So I barely get paid enough to keep me in plastic models and failed driving tests, let alone renting somewhere to live.

…seem to have got a bit lost there, let me backtrack.

So seeing as how web design is fun, and IT peoples get paid fuckloads, I thought it would be a good idea. So I shelled out for proper web design lessons (or so far, two weeks of in-depth Microsoft Office work, and two point five months of my tutor not emailing me back), and then the economy decided to play crashy crashy.

So somewhere in all this, I realised I have a domain name, lots of free time, and nothing really interesting to write about. So a blog it is then.

I imagine that once I’m back in my Less Is More mindset, you may well get what used to go up here, only it’ll actually be well written. But also other random crap might end up here. For example, once I learn how to use Flash, expect this site to be hosting my coursework. And when I film some new videos, they’ll be here as well. And I may do some actual blogging at some point, too, so expect lots of posts about “Yeop, quiet here”.

And since everyone is just going to ask “Do we get Henry Skull back? I liked Henry Skull”, he’ll be back once I find some way of running a comic script alongside a Wordpress blog instead of replacing one with the other. I may just start again, because that last story was going nowhere.

Nice to be back, everyone.