Stretch Marks
My good (and much missed) friend Jon painted a hydra and handlers for our D&D game. I have inducted it into my Dark Elves army– making a few modifications so it will fit into the paint scheme. That’s a piece with sentimental value! Not to mention that it’s chomps-ville for my hapless opponents.
I also managed to paint up a unit of Shades, we’ll see if they are any good. I have a unit of harpies (based on daemonettes) ready to be painted up, too.
On Saturday I went on an all-day daddy-daughter date with my nine-year-old. We bought some pokemon cards at the local game shop. We also went to the mall and wandered around and got some sushi. Good times. I really felt we were closer after that. I think I need to do it a lot more often.
I also dropped in on a local shop (Dragonskeep) I haven’t been to in many years. They have vastly improved their place. I was duly impressed.
If anyone is looking for a good shop in Utah Valley I recommend checking out Blakfyre Games in Orem (1600 North and State). They are a really professional operation; well-stocked, knowledgeable staff, and solid gaming area.
We dropped by the studio on our way back home to wrap up some loose ends.
It was the ward christmas party, which was an absolute delight in every way. Some kid wandered in from the neighborhood and swiped my daughter’s Pokemon cards out of her hand. I had to chase that punk a few laps around the building. How’s that for the spirit of Christmas? Blarg.
The cherry on top of the sundae was sitting at home, munching on some crunchberry cereal (generic captain crunch) and watching 30 Rock. Good times.
My wife looks like a fleshy round gourd with arms, legs and a head. Her feet are painfully swollen. Late at night I was massaging those down to a reasonable mass.
This morning (Sunday) I was in quite funk. My thoughts: you know what, no one appreciates my antics, I’m just going to keep my mouth shut, and watch the show. Time to take a bow and get off stage. And stop making eye contact with strangers. I’ve been doing some serious examination of my own soul and I think my character is full of holes as swiss cheese. I am really having a hard time properly taking stock. I think humans generally are pretty hard on themselves. Maybe that’s me, too.
So, I got the kids ready and headed to church, leaving my wife at home to rest. The kids were angelic as could be. I finally came out of my funk during Elder’s Quorum. I love that class. All men with roughly a similar age and situation, and anything is proper topic. A few claps on the back and I was golden.
Guess what? Other people better just get used to my peculiar stylings. Some people are uplifted, cheered up by my quirky sense of humor and love-everyone skip-through-the-tulips attitude.
I’m back baby!
I also have plans for a Warriors of Chaos army as follows:
2x mounted heroes
2x mounted sorcerors
10x warhounds
10x marauder horsemen
10x chaos knights
3x dragon ogres (already have these)
1x War Shrine (should be a fun scratch conversion)
1x Hellcannon
I am very, very worried about the new Chaos Warriors codex. Here’s why– people are starting to ask for seven wide movement trays. That means the killing power of units is so high that it’s better to have more models in the front rank than to have more ranks. I don’t like this trend. It’s very obnoxious and gets rid of part of the Warhammer Fantasy that makes it work.
But don’t get me wrong, I really like this list. There are a lot of fun things on there, a lot of possibilities and intriguing magic items. The Troll army has a lot of possibility, I know at least one person who has plans to do it.
One last thing. Tamie’s sister is a massage therapist and she came by tonight to give her a massage, which is likely to get things “moving”. We’re hoping for baby in the next few days. But who knows, it could be weeks.
Which reminds me, a tip for new parents. Sometimes kids get stopped up and a massage therapist can get them worked out. It’s a tremendous relief for the poor child. Sometimes they suffer so from constipation. Too much cheese will do it sometimes.
To an expecting father, soon to be with a child, I recommend the following: Have a list of possible things that could be distressing the poor baby. Go through them systematically. Sometimes the baby needs to cry herself to sleep. Sometimes. The problem is that men are “solvers” and get all bent out of shape when they don’t know how to resolve things. The list will help you keep your composure and keep you busy doing useful things. When the list runs out, just relax. You don’t have to fix everything!