Painting the Moth Queen, Part 1

So, the printer is still very broken and that makes me feel better. Additionally, some paint has found it's way upon the leathery surface of mrs Moth.

These are basically just the first few washes. Rest assured more paint will find it's way upon her surface.

That's basically all she wrote folks/bloggers/people, I will now leave my little home for an adventure!

#PrinterAdventures2016 #TriggeredByPrinter #PrinterShaming #SwedishTrump2018 #NotSoBodyPositiveTowardsCouchPotatoes


Finished Moth Queen and **** Printer

NSFW update (disgusting leddit term, but kind of true tonight)

Edit: I was a tad angry here and I still am, hence the childish language.

Finally snapped and destroyed my fucking ****-printer:

This was but a mere slight relief considering I needed to resist the impulse to first (A) rape the printer to death and then (B) throw the fucker into the wall for... (C) ... a satisfying crash. Instead I had to aggressively tear it apart with my fucking fists of fury - thank god I am not a fat useless fuck with a soft BMI of 40 (like 50% of Swedish men and 80% of Swedish women, literally go fuck yourselves). Idiot neighbours stopped what they were doing to listen to the sounds of plastics being distorted, goddamn sheltered idiots...
    Took a picture and then destroyed it some more and I am presently teeming with anger, as it were. Short story:

Roughly a week ago I tried to print bills for my newly started company. This did not work despite the printer having paper and ink. Fine, I thought with clenched hands, resisting the impulse to burn the printer, and instead I got my paperwork done in an elaborate way (not including the printer at home) and tried to forget about the printer who rode my mares of the night (as we say). A few days later I was called upon from one of my many volunteer-bullshit things that I do because I love my land and people (but not the current way Sweden behaves, for the record), and I again tried to print a single piece of fucking fuck-paper to help some idiot.
    To keep it short: It did not worked and the printer acted extremely provocative and aggressive towards me. Cue tonight: I tried eleven times to get a single bill to print. The magical twelth time I destroyed it.

What a story, Mark! So, how is your crap life?
    Speaking of crap, here are the High Elves which I have decided are done. I should probably have given them an update of their own, but meh...

Moth Queen is done. She is too big to use effectively in a tabletop game, so I have started on a better one.

Finished legs. It may could be fun painting this thing despite my printer trying to kill me with a rage-induced heart attack.

Bin Laden in my kind of hometown, south of our capital Stockholm. I have zero energy to make up something funny or try to "segue"/segway this into something funny, so make up something funny yourself you useless twat (please comment below, link and give a thumbs up and tell me how I can avoid shitty printers in the future).

This is how I tried to get a grip on how to make the legs. I had one single driving force here, and that was - well two actually:

1) Not look stupid
2) Easy to cast

Well, three reasons:

3) Easy to NOT brake.

 As you can see in the other pictures this is the design that I chose. Scroll up to see the finished legs.

Godd bye and may your printer explode   Also, fucking comic sans default font from blogger, f u 2 blogger mate lolololol

And remember fat Swedes, looks matter.


Painting Galadhrim Warriors

My first plan was to theme these guys profusely: Their bases, their trays and their general stature and positions were to be compatible with the Mirkwood Palace Guard. But after some advice from a friend I decided not to go that way.

Avid readers may have noticed there's been quite a few posts these latest weeks but if you look at the sidebar to the right --> you may also notice I have had a somewhat erratic posting history over the years, so rest assured that everything is fine. I have a tonne of things to deal with currently. Most of these things are or have been of a positive nature which is fine. It seems my weird disease that I caught nearly a year ago has finally been diagnosed and it is treatable and seems to have been (mostly) treated, and that should give me some energy back - apparently, one of the reasons I have been so tired lately was due to the malady.
      We live and we learn. And get taught.

No more mister Tired-guy, ready for action!

The shields looks like painting abortions: Like they are made out of clay. I will tidy them up and think that they might come out okay. This is what two washes do to a basecoat of gold paint.

Speaking of abortions... not really suitable on 
a hobbyblog but who gives a shit.

Some WIP:s. Nothing special except for the unprimed guy below which showed up after I had primed and painted the two first basecoats. Like a forgotten sock when the washer's already started he showed up, "Sorry, sorry I am late".

Gooddamn picture quality... as always...

... yeah, really funny, should have used the front camera instead of this joke...

And here's where we are at the moment. The trays I will have to reshape, they seem to have warped ever so much... I tried a new sanding-technique here, first some small sand, then some bigger before the first layer had dried and then the "technique" involved me getting bored of waiting for it to dry so I started painting on the wet glue...

... should have used bentonite, aka cat litter.


"High" time for a "dusty" update

Picture (c) some French-guy presumably

No, those are not substance-related hints because today I present to you: Very little meat and huge amounts of potato. Or sauce - and please keep in mind that it is the sauce that gets you fat, not the sausage, which naturally, is what she said. 
    But I digress, as the saying goes. What I am alluding to in the title of this post is of course, the dusty Moth Queen.

Similarities with a certain sci-fi creature should not be too obvious, but some parts of the design are naturally inspired not only by a moth and my own nightmarish dreams (and thoughts!), but also of a computer-game which we know a few of my readers are aware of.

 Speaking of game and toxic females
The Moth Queen's toxic sap-tanks might make some people think of cheesy Turtles (TMNT/TMHT) characters, but fear not, I will type up a nice little explanation of her ability to spray her enemies from afar with toxic sap-stuff. The Moth Queen is, if you had missed it, part of a bigger "army" that I intend to build from scratch, inspired by the story about the She-Ents folly and fall.

Well, take heed and look for tell-tale signs of toxicity...

And speaking of poison and tacky wom... epoxy-putty:

Is there anyone that has tried this putty? My friend recently bought this for the not-so-awesome price of 100 SEK from the country the guy below comes from...

A very brave man.

... and my friend said the putty was "okay". My friend is a man of extremely few words... We meet twice a year and last time we met we exchanged exactly twenty sentences while hanging out (watching movies and playing games). Sometimes that's just the right amount of words.

Other projects on the table are the renovation of the Crazy King. He is a beast among men, nearing a Warhammer human in scale, and rightly so because he rules his lands with a crazy ironfist, eating fruit, sitting on a throne on his "flying" carpet - the king likes to think he is flying, and pretends the slaves carrying him does not exist.

A little bit like this little guy... so much weirdness in one picture it must have been staged... Underwear on a goat with a little Asian man sitting on top of it laughing hysterically at what I can only assume is someone hurting himself. EDIT: The gif did not load properly... bah...

But I digress. The Moth Queen we were talking about... she has a long way to go before being finished and since I am...

... shopping around for money for my company - see what I did there, I inserted a picture of a llama shopping around for stuff - I have not had the time to sculpt all that much, the paperwork needed to increase the likelyhood of getting dough from EU (amongst others) is astounding in mass, time-consumtion and meetings with uneccessary humans (aren't most of us that anyways?).

Speaking of shopoholics: Despite having a tonne of important stuff to do, I don't think I have ever been as free as this summer (after leaving school back in the 1850's); I have visited some towns around Sweden and found two interesting things: The first one was this hobby-shop with some beautiful resin-houses...

(Please pretend you can't see the reflection of my face in the glass, I'd like to keep my anonymity just that: Anonymous, we'll just pretend there's nothing there because I can't be bothered removing the ghostly visage)

... with some very well motived high price tags, I noticed with some sadness in my llama heart...

... and upon passing through another area in Sweden, I managed to get a little tour in a steamboat.

Obviously, I could pass off these frivolities as "work" and "research for my upstarting company". More on that later.

Let's end with a fitting joke, like a bow on a gift, wrapping it all up nice and tidy.

See you later men.


A small 28mm cart

Inbetween the various projects and company-building efforts I managed to get most of a small cart done whilst on a hobby-skype-session.

It will be going off with the Swedish Postal Service tomorrow, placed neatly in a little box. We can all hope it will not lose it's way to wherever it is going.

Just like the Swedish Postal Service has lost most of it's former good reputation, so has the Swedish media. And I suspect the group being interviewed also were screened heavily: No "socio-economically-challenged white guys" were likely asked, because it would have skewed the results to below Malawian results.

Their reputation is on par with Hassan's food joint, or more correctly, the nation he setup his business in (might be Sweden considering). You should always check your country for cutting-edge beneficial competition-edges, such as llamas (see picture below):

Here you can see part of my fantastic Nordic Hair-insulated(TM) arm and hand. Typically I have censored most images heavily but laxness has taken over me in this brimstone heat that has fallen over us: 26 C in the shadow and I am melting and getting nothing done...

... the heat got me thinking this when I sat there in my work-chair, melting and sweating. But eventually the night fell and the temperature fell with it and I managed to get some more work done, namely the cart.

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And lastly, these guys moved to Facebook. I dislike Facebook as much as the next guy, but sometimes we all have to make compromises, perhaps even this Llama in the future...