Go With the Flow

I have much work ahead of me.

Im working on an Ork Warboss on a bike, a Nurgle/Blood Angel dreadnought, Ryan's Salamanders, and Titan/Sean is meeting me on Friday to talk about a project he wants to me do for him, plus finishing 10 stormtroopers and a rhino for Tom. This is all separate from the models I need to paint for my own army for the CoC, which at this point looks like another 5 or 6 plague marines and a Rhino. Pics coming when I dig myself out of the hole. I also have Thom's (separate from stormtrooper Tom) insane quartered scout army sometime in the future, which will be a real bitch to paint. Even thought I rail against unrestricted capitalism Im thankful we live in a society where harder work equals more pay, because that stack of cash will be the only thing that soothes me while I paint 60 scouts in medieval heraldry. For now I will simply state the mercenary's credo: "No job too small, no fee too big".

To keep you entertained, heres one of my favorite videos.
'Go With The Flow' by Queens of the Stone Age

The Substance of Style

Im a pretty big Wes Anderson fan.  No surprise there, hes massively popular among film students and fans.  I have recently been studying elements of old classics and I am starting to see similarities in Anderson’s style and other legendary film directors.  The video included below is a good start if you are interested, and it comes from one of my favorite movies to boot.

The Substance of Style, Part 5

Welcome to the Show

Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles - a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other - that kept me going.

Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary