Ok, so...I'm a nerd. And?

Hey, folks. SinSynn here.

Man....I've missed you guys! As a result, I may have gotten carried away, and this is kinda long.
I'm sorta sorry 'bout that. But hey, grab a cup (or glass) of whatever and read on!




As many of you know, The Crazy Lady I Live With had a lil' surgery. After a bit o' nonsense back-n-forth with the Doctor types, turns out she's gonna be fine. Sadly, they were not able to remove the part of her brain responsible for nagging, as firstly they claim not to know where such a thing is located (Lies! Lies I tell you!), and secondly they weren't cutting anywhere near her head, so...yeah. Not gonna happen.
When I suggested just scooping out her entire brain (There can't be a lot of it, I maintain. Take two seconds, I figger), they just turned around and walked away after sharing some kinda secret eye-roll with The Crazy Lady's sister. Her face was all, 'See? I told you. This is what we deal with. Every day. Constantly.'
Blah.

So, when all is said and done, I missed six days of work (eesh), I've had The Crazy Lady's sister here for a week ('You still building your little toys?' Why yes. Yes I am), and despite how friggin' annoying she is I was actually happy to see her this time, cuz her showing up meant I could return to work full time.
Which is important, cuz ya need money to live in this world, know what I mean? I think you do.

Ok, now...if only she'd leave.
-_-
She was supposed to leave today, but somehow the whole 'leaving' thing got pushed back to Tuesday. 'Probably Tuesday,' in her words.
-_-
Vegas is giving two-to-one odds on her actually leaving Thursday, from what I understand.
I offered to kick-start her broom for her, and I suggested we just take her, and the broom, up to the roof and toss 'em off together, but so far my suggestions have been dismissed immediately, or ignored altogether.
Sigh.

Anyway...guess who's playing April O'Neil in the upcoming re-boot of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie franchise?
Yep, you guessed it- the future Mrs. Synn herself, Megan Fox.

*OMG I'm so happy! I'm gonna see it like 90 times! I'm gonna....whoops. I'm gonna need more paper towels...*

Yeah, so I'm not like, a big TMNT fan or nuthin.' I have a friend with all the turtles tattooed on one of his arms. Now that's a fan. Me? Well, I love Megan Fox, so I'll put up with a buncha silly green-screen effects, or dudes in rubber outfits, or animatronic Turtles, or whatever digital kinda nonsense they put up on the screen to see me some Megan Fox...
...I mean, it can't possibly be worse than Transformers 1 and 2, can it?
0_o

I'll hafta pull out my special trench coat. The one with the hole in the pocket my tentacle can fit through...I wore it to all the Underworld movies (Except Rise of the Lycans. That one does not exist in my world. It never happened, and we shall never speak of it. Are we clear? Good), and Transformers 1 and 2 (The third one does not exist in my world. It never happened, and we shall never, ever speak of it. Clear? Good), and of course I wore it the sixty-three times I saw Jennifer's Body that one week.

It totally woulda been sixty-four, but apparently the movie theater security people are all connected somehow, and apparently there was some dude bearing an entirely coincidental likeness to yours truly doing some freaky stuffs during showings of Jennifer's Body that week (I know, right? What are the odds?), and some flyers were distributed, bearing the entirely coincidental likeness of this fool and mentioning his penchant of bringing rolls of paper towels to see Jennifer's Body for 6 or 8 straight showings.
.
Ushers were ordered to confiscate rolls of paper towels from patrons, and even though I warned 'em...even though I told 'em that taking my roll of paper towels was a really, really bad idea on that sixty-third viewing, they took 'em anyway.

Now somehow I'm responsible for some sorta 'Hazardous Material' cleaning service, and they can't seem to remove the residue of several hundred gallons of...well, nevermind. Some of the customers in front of me were stuck to their seats for several hours, as well, and are filing all kindsa lawsuits for everything from head and neck injuries (apparently due to the impact of being hit by several hundred gallons of...well, y'know), to 'emotional trauma and distress' (at first I thought these cases were unrelated, and these were just dudes who had their paper towels taken too), and even one lady who claims she's blind now, due to being hit in the face with several hundred gallons of...*ahem*
I told her not to turn around. I told her to mind her business and watch the movie. I told her to ignore the grunting, and that I had no idea why the seats in this section were all shaking...did she listen? No. And now somehow the whole thing is my fault.

I know what yer thinking. Yer thinking, 'SinSynn, this is clearly another example of Xenos Discrimination and an obvious setup.'
You couldn't be more right, my friend. I saw Matt Ward totally doing the same thing when I accidentally wandered into a screening of Thor (I was looking for the bathroom, and judging by the smell...), and no one took his paper towels.
Granted, he was the only one in the theater. His presence probably explains the smell, too.

*I heard a male voice muttering something  that sounded like, 'You're a dirty, dirty girl, aren't you? Yes you are. ALL GUNS PREPARE TO FIRE!' Then the seats started shaking really badly. I turned around to ask whoever it was to stop, and all I saw was wildly thrashing tentacles. I was trying to make sense of what I was seeing when there was this...this...the only words that can describe it are 'massive discharge.'*

The Hamster That Lives In My Head has agreed to handle my case(s) pro-bono, even though I told him I wasn't a U2 fan. The only actual witness in the case is like, blind now, and her statement is clearly questionable (Tentacles? What? Pffft! That's crazy!), he thinks I should get off, and speaking of getting off, he says I should DEFINITELY not see the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie in the theaters.
Pfffft! As if.
Oh, no. I'm hopin' I get to see Megan in Super-IMax 3-D glory.
And, y'know...turtles, or whatever.
:P

So, speaking of being freaky, I had an interesting conversation this week.
I was wandering around my neighborhood, doing nothing in particular except enjoying the lovely spring weather; the trees along the block are all flowering and whatnot. It's quite nice.
I bump into a friend o' mine, and he suggests we get a beer. So we hit the nearest lil' shady joint, shoulder up to the bar with our drinks and begin BS'ing. We pound back a couple, and I can't help but notice the whole time I'm there, this chick is eyeballing me. I'm looking at her, too, cuz I kinda think I know her from somewhere, but I can't remember where.
Whatevs, me and my friend prepare to bounce. As I'm heading towards the door, the chick approaches me.
She's all like hey, you don't remember me, do you? And I'm all like, no, I'm sorry. I mean, I'm pretty sure I know you from somewhere, but I'm just dumb sometimes...
So my friend bounces, cuz he's gotta go, and I stay to talk to this lady. Turns out she remembers me from way back in the day when I was a mess. She's all like, wow, you look good now. What are you up to?
So I explain everything, and I mean everything, cuz she asks a lot of questions (as women are prone to do sometimes), and when I'm done she says, 'Huh, so you're kind of a nerd now, huh?'
Naturally, I was all like, 'Ummm...exsqueeze me? My mother what now?'
She looks me dead in the eye and says: You wear glasses. All the time now.
I'm all like, well they make me look nicer. I look like a neo-nazi gang member without 'em. And contacts mess with my eyes when, ummm...they're all dry and red and irritated and whatnot (shush, you, and don't you judge me).

She holds up a bunch of fingers, and begins ticking them off: You build models. And paint them. And play games with them.
Yeah, well...I told you it helped me cope when I was in addiction recovery. It gave me something to do with my time, instead of what I would've been doing, could've been doing- maybe bad things- I was building, painting models and playing games with models. Yes.
She tics off another finger: You write a- lemme get this straight- a 'hobby blog,' where you talk about models and games and all of this? Oh god! Do you play f*cking Dungeons and Dragons?
Sigh. Yes, I actually do write a hobby blog. You should check it out. It's pretty friggin' cool. And no, I don't personally play Dungeons and Dragons, but I know people that do. And they're cool with me, so you should prolly chill...
Oh, I'm not making fun of yer  friends, she waves me off. Lemme see the book in yer pocket.
Book?
Yeah, the one in yer back pocket, jackass. You think I didn't look at yer butt? You actually have a butt now. You were all skin and bones back then...
Well, I do have a nice butt, if I do say so myself (and I do), but I still pull the book out reluctantly, because...
'Storm of Iron? A Warhammer 40,000 novel'? Weren't you just telling me about this? Isn't this one of those games you play?
Played. I don't play 40k anymore...and that book is a classic. I was reading it in the park earlier, that's all. I don't really like the game so much nowadays.
Aha! she points at me now. See? It's true! You're a big giant nerd now! I bet you watched all of Battlestar Galactica, too. Like twice! She's playing 'keepaway' with my book as I try to grab it from her.

Dammit, she's got me on that one. She's got me on all of 'em, actually. I have one of those rare, speechless SinSynn moments (believe you me, those are rare indeed). I stop fighting her for the book.

Hmph, I say. Well waddayaknow? I guess yer right. I'm a nerd. Now, is that supposed to like, hurt my feelings or sumpthin'? Am I supposed to be ashamed of where I'm at, compared to what I could be, or rather, what I was?

*Cuz I could be in one of these. Except mine probably wouldn't be all cool and Black Sabbath-y like these*

She hands me back my book, and gives me one of those Terran Female looks that means something along the lines of 'you understand nothing.'
She's mostly right, even if she doesn't know it.
Of course not, you idiot. It's just nice to see you doing something with yourself, that's all. I would've thought maybe you were in jail, or dead like so many of the others (we had been over the names. There were a lot of 'em), but you look like you're doing all right. It was good to see you. Enjoy your book, nerd.
'Yeah, you too,' I stammered out like, the lamest comeback/parting line ever, 'You enjoy yer...thing, too. Whatever that may be.'
And then she was out...she was laughing as she left.

So I sat there at the bar for a few minutes. I woulda left with her, but that woulda been awkward. And you don't wanna leave a few seconds after, and seem like yer on some stalker sh*t, so I sat. I sat and I thought...
Yes, I'm well aware that me thinking is not a good thing, knuckleheads. Thank you all for reminding me.
-_-

So...like, what? I'm a nerd?
Hmmm...ok, well, how to take this?
I mean, I do a whole bunch of what could technically be considered 'nerd stuffs,' but the real kicker is the hobby thing, I suppose. Blogging isn't entirely geeky cuz jocks write blogs about their muscles an' stuffs, right?
Yeah, that's right. I went there. Nyah.

*I saw this on HotJocks.Com. It's like, sign language for numbers an' stuffs. I'm giving you my phone number, ok? Ok. So the first number is like 7, got it? Cuz I'm holding up like 7 fingers. Oh man, this is like genius!...Ummm...wait. Sh*t! What's the number sign language sign for zero? HotJocks.Com didn't show me how to make a zero! Justin, quick! Fetch me a nerd!*

Since I am honestly-truly not one of those people who gives a damn what total strangers think of me, I am unconcerned in that regard. Funnily enough, I do care what kind of impression I make on people nowadays, because in my Real-Life Occupation, it helps to appear professional.

Like this knucklehead, pictured here:

*Yep, this is me at work. Tool pouch on hip, and walkie-talkie in hand. I'm ready fer da jokes in da comments*

So, there ya go. You all know what my Terran disguise looks like now. I trust you all to keep my identity from the governments of your planet until such time as...well, it won't much matter then.

:)

That guy in the hardhat there? He's a member of the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers, Local Union #3, Division H.

In my Real-Life Occupation, I'm an electrical technician who specializes in life safety systems (fire alarms, specifically). Life safety systems are taken very seriously in New York City, where there are a lot of tall buildings holding a lot of people. I am required, by law, to hold a stack of certifications, go through a lengthy apprenticeship, receive various OSHA and NYC Fire Department training, and so forth. I am a tradesman, and a trained professional in my line of work. I have over twenty years of practical experience in the field. I run large crews of workers, often times a dozen or more. I am responsible for them, and for everything they do. I am also responsible for getting the job done on time and hopefully on or under budget.

The thing about life safety systems is that, if something goes wrong with them, people could get hurt or killed. I've been to buildings immediately after a fire occurs, and I've stepped over the stains left by melted body fat burnt corpses leave behind. It ain't pretty.

My Real-Life Occupation requires a great deal of responsibility from me. So, I find it helps if I look like someone who knows what they're doing.

But, from what I understand, in my personal life, I'm a nerd.

Sigh. What does that even mean anymore? I'm not the only construction worker I know that's into what some would consider 'geeky sh*t.' Construction is a physically demanding, constantly stressful job. The quiet, contemplative nature of painting a model at my hobby desk is wonderful to me for simply lacking the sound of fuck*ng jackhammers in the background.

*'I don't care what anyone says, the Heldrake is OP'*

While I, personally, don't understand why everyone, everywhere isn't playing Infinity (cuz it's like, so awesome), for whatever reason there are people out there wondering why anyone, anywhere would ever spend time playing any miniatures game, never mind Infinity.

I, personally, wonder why people watch reality shows like 'the Real Housewives of Whatever,' but hey, there ya go. Different strokes, different folks an' alla dat.

As I sat there at the bar, contemplating my newly pronounced status, I knew I wasn't upset or insulted  at the potential of being called 'nerd' on the street of anything like that. I walk around all the time in the 'Gopher Mafia' hoodie that Loquacious hooked me up with, and that thing is pretty geeky. regardless, I gotta be the only New Yorker rockin' the Gopher Mafia hoodie, so that's what's up.

I do get a lotta compliments on it from the Hipsters, though....that kinda worries me... 

In my case, I will forever be grateful to our 'community' because it accepted the lost, broken thing I was. I kinda just wandered onto the scene, trailing behind The Ultimate Rival, not knowing what the hell anyone was talking about cuz I was n00b.

To be perfectly honest, I was looking around wondering why no one was stealing all the stuff that, to my mind at the time, looked ripe for stealing. Pretty soon, someone started talking to me.

Here's a funny thing about me- I am very mistrustful of people. Or at least I was. I'm better now, pretty much. But even now, when people are like, nice to me, or express interest or -worst of all- try to be my friend, I get very weirded out. Sometimes it gets perceived as hostility, and whoever it is will be like, 'whoa, man I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...did I say something to...'

Sigh.

It's cuz in my head I think I'm worthless, and there's no way they could be interested in me, they're only acting this way because they want something from me...

I'm not worthless, I know this now. Took me a while, though.

So when that random dude at the hobby store asked me a question, I thought about it for a second, came to the conclusion that giving him the information he asked for didn't represent a threat to me, and decided to answer.

'I play Tau. What's it to ya?'
(I used to have a whole 'I don't know you so why are you talking to me' routine that was super helpful when it came to making friends)

He started in on the whole 'whoa, buddy' routine and The Ultimate Rival gave me a look and jumped in, 'This is his first trip to the store. He's only been playing a couple of months.'

The guy was setting up a table while The Ultimate Rival jabbered, so he didn't see The Ultimate Rival look at me and gave me the tiniest shake of the head, as if to say, 'not here, not now,' or my shrug back that said 'I'm sorry, I dunno.'

*I just hand out cards that have this printed on them now. Saves time*

Nowadays, now that the stupid part of my life is over, I try to return the favor. To pay the hobby backwards, if you will. The hobby has given me what I call 'Safety and Solace.'

Safety, because I've been accepted as a peer everywhere I go and by everyone I meet. Even with the odd dude that I bump into once in a while that...well, we don't really like each other, I've still stayed after the tournament was over and broke down tables with him.

Solace, because when I'm here, with you guys, I know without a doubt, that yer here cuz you like me, and I'm here cuz I like you. No one's lookin' to scam anyone, or some ghetto nonsense that I've had enough of in my RL.

I used to talk about 'the Normals,' and how I don't understand them, and how that used to vex me. Now I don't care. I'm not a Normal and I never will be, and I'm cool with that. Oh, and I'm a nerd.

Ummm...ok, sure, why not? What difference does any of it make?

I suppose this means I'll hafta prepare comebacks for the inevitable 'get a life' and/or 'have sex sometime' cracks, huh?

Sigh.

Ironically, I had a life, and it nearly killed me. Now, I'm perfectly happy to go work hard everyday to earn my paycheck, and to come home to be with my family (as weird and dysfunctional as they may be), and build, paint and play with my lil' models.

As for the sex crack...Well, I've had sex, thanks. In fact, I threw my back out bangin' yer mom last night.

JOKE!

Ok, sure, I'm a grownup and yeah, I've had sex so this is unlikely to bother me. Still, there are some young bucks out there reading this, and that crack might hit them in the head.

Listen, don't worry about it, kid. It'll happen. Trust me.

To all the young hobbyists out there, who maybe feel outta place, who maybe get picked on, and to who every day is some fresh new torture seemingly devised by a God who hates them personally- hang tough. F*ck the haters and do yer thing. I'm not gonna BS you and say, 'Oh, life gets better as you get older,' cuz it doesn't. It just gets different, and at times I'm still convinced there's a God who's only job it is is to make me miserable, but f*ck him too.

My happiness comes from within, and the things I create because of my hobby, the friendships I've made playing these games, and the experiences I've had doing all of this. If someone wants to think I'm some kinda weirdo, or whatever, then...ok, fine- let 'em. I doubt there's anything I can do to change that initial impression.

But if ya get to know me...you definitely realize I'm a weirdo...

And I'm cool with that.

:)

Until next time, folks- Exit with Catchphrase!

- SinSynn

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Sexy Models Part II- Dat Azz: The Ladies of Infinity!

Hey, folks. SinSynn here.

Well, this post is gonna be late!
The Crazy Lady I Live With is laid up sick, so I gotta take care of her. And by 'take care of her' I basically mean, 'do everything that needs doing, and also be a butler for a miserably ill Terran Female.'

Did ya ever notice how the Terran Females in yer life may have a way of calling yer name that just sends chills up yer spine? I mean, it starts with yer moms, no doubt. During yer pupal and larval years, I'm sure there were times when you were all sequestered in yer bedroom, yer mom would yell yer name and despite the potentially deafening volume of whatever horrific music you were playing, you would hear it clearly, and cringe. Terran moms are quite gifted when it comes to terrifying their offspring- they can do it by merely calling their names. That's good.
If you're a Terran Male, however, you will learn that your biological mother will not be the last Terran Female to make you miserable. Just the first. Waddayagonnado?

*Dwight was Xenos, y'know. He never really 'got' Terrans*

I have a great fondness for The Crazy Lady, of course, and she's certainly taken care of me a few times when I was laid up, so it's not a big deal. I'll just grump about it a bit, cuz hey why not? 
So far my favorite part was when she talked me through exactly how many lil' scoopie things of coffee go in the coffee maker, and exactly how much water to add, and how I better pour it in slow so it doesn't splash cuz I always make a mess when I make coffee and she always has to clean up after me and ohmygodsomebodyjustkillme.
Sigh.
She'd nag from her death bed, I swear.
-_-

Like most males that have spent a fair amount of time living upon this planet, I've had my fair share of dealings with Terran Females. Some good times, some bad, but when all is said and done I hafta say that life is better when there's Terran Females involved in some capacity. Friends or lovers, moms, grandmoms, aunts, cousins and sisters. I've talked about my great-grandma before, and fer sure she's the most amazing Terran I've ever known.
I can say, without a doubt, that Terran Females make this world a much more interesting place to be, and I very much enjoy being in their presence. Just knowing they're out there makes me all happy and whatnot. And why shouldn't it? Mysterious and alluring at times, forthright and in-yer-face at others, Terran Females seem, from a Male perspective at least, as fickle and unpredictable as a spring storm. Trust me, no one would write corny, cliche lines like that if it wasn't true. It's part of their mystique, after all, and in this case mystique absolutely means 'those things they do that make you pull yer hair outta yer head in frustration.'
But, Lord love 'em, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Which is good, cuz I'm prolly about to piss a few of 'em off.
:)

It's Sexy Models (part two) Time!

*No soldier, ever, was lucky enough to have a commanding officer that looked like this*

Above we see some of the new figs for Raging Heroes. A quick perusal of their website is definitely in order, as they've got some really lovely stuffs over there.Check out this Orc, fer instance. Pretty cool, right? But certainly not as sexy as this. How hawt is that lil' tongue-action thing she's doing? Wow- talk about insanely detailed! So many companies are making ultra-high definition quality models nowadays, it's ridiculous.

Raging Heroes may be new to the 'scantily-clad' model-making biz, but they sure landed with a splash. Meantime, cheesecake manufacturers extraordinaire Soda Pop Miniatures (I couldn't connect to their webpage during the time I was writing this for some reason) and Kingdom Death , among others, keep crankin' 'em out.

This edition of Sexy Models is a bit more specific in it's focus, however. For today, we celebrate the lovely ladies of Infinity, produced by Covus Belli. A large part of the appeal of this game is the models- they're outstanding, and month after month Corvus Belli releases more, and every month they just get better. It's very hard to see this, as a gamer, and sit on the sidelines. I know that by the time I finally broke down and started playing Infinity, I was goin' nuts seeing those cool new models coming out every month and not having a reason to run out and buy them.
That's all over now, and two months or so later and I'm already purchasing the first models for my second faction- an all-girl covert action squad of Nomads.
:)
My first purchase? A Reverend Moiras.

*The green lipstick is a great touch, and that tush is just amazing*

As far as 'sexy models' in Infinity are concerned, I think the lovely Reverend here is prolly tops on the list. She's all about 'Dat Azz,' fer sure (and, like all of the lovely ladies of Infinity, shooting you in the face)! Of course, this decision is greatly influenced by the fact that Corvus Belli recently released a whole new friggin' boxset of Reverend Moiras!
Woot!

*Best 'nuns with guns (in space)' in the entire mini-gaming industry*

And there's another sculpt, as well:

*This one is the boss. You can just tell*

The Reverends are more than just a bunch of Sexy Models, they're a great unit in-game. Linkable in their Sectorial List (Bakunin Jurisdictional Commando), they come equipped with an ODD: Optical Disruptor, which imposes a negative six modifier on anyone using a Ballistic Skill on them. They don't need cover, and even if you manage to shoot one, she might very well shrug it off thanks to having a decent armor rating of ARM 3, which is pretty good for a Medium Infantry statline.
Additionally, Reverend Moiras are Religious Troops, which means that any force they're attached to won't break until they suffer 75% losses, as opposed to the usual 60%.
They're called 'Shock Commandos' in their fluff, and a full Link of five on the table would be a scary thing indeed.
I'm looking forward to it.
:)

The Nomads are also blessed with Infinity's resident 'bad seeds,' the Riot Grrls.

*Yes, the one with the Boarding Shotgun is flipping the bird*

Interestingly, these ladies are also Linkable, and available in the same Sectorial list as the Reverend Moiras!
Cha-Ching!
It's so rarely that things work out for me like this. I fully expected to have to finagle and make sacrifices to make an all-girls list that I not only liked, but that might actually rock on the battlefield. Infinity is great in this regard- you really can build a list by just throwing a bunch of models you like together, and then go and win with it!
That's just like, the greatest thing ever in my book.

Riot Grrls are Heavy Infantry, and although they're only ARM 3 (I told you Reverend Moiras had a good armor rating for Mediums, didn't I?), they have two wounds, as opposed to one. Since they're actually cheaper than Reverend Moiras (that Optical Disruptor ain't cheap!), and can be equipped with some very effective fire power in the form of the Blitzen; a two-use rocket launcher thingy that does E/M (electromagnetic) damage and an uncommon weapon in general. These things are murder on TAGS (giant mechs and monsters) and power-armored Heavy Infantry (I know this might be hard to accept, but 'powered armor' is not a concept exclusive to certain other gaming franchises, which will remain unnamed here), shutting them down in an instant.

Yes, their armor has lil' metallic nipples and the suggestion of a pubic hair 'landing strip,' but you know what? Those details will NEVER lead me to a weirdly embarrassing conversation in the way that THIS model did:

*I'm using the 'Hacker' version to illustrate my point, as the HMG model pics don't have a clear view of the...of the...oh gawd the horror*

You see that big bulge between the figure's legs? Yeah, that. We all know what it is. It's an Alien Insect Penis...or the armor, designed to protect an Alien Insect's penis. Whatever. Certain parts of the figure look like armor, and then other parts look fleshy. I'm not gonna analyze this too much (yeah, go ahead and crack the 30 jokes that line sets you up for, knuckleheads...).
Anyway- that Alien Insect penis is a actually a completely separate part of the model!
And I dropped it.
So there I am on my hands and knees, crawling around and under my desk, using my cellphone as a flashlight, when my stepson walks in.
'Wadda you looking for? What did you lose this time?' he asks, having seen this routine a few times.
'Shaddup, you,' I reply, 'and help me look. It's a lil' metal piece, this time. It's silver. It should be around here somewhere...'
He crouches down next to me and starts looking. 'What is it? What does it look like?'
...
...Oh, boy...what to say?
'Ummmm....'
He looks at me and makes one of his eyeroll faces. He has a gift for making faces, and I have a gift for not killing him when he makes faces, so it works out.
'Tell me, what does "Ummm" look like? How do I find "Ummm"? Can you point out something else that looks like "Ummm," so this way I have some idea of what I'm trying to find?"

I have no idea where he picked this sarcastic attitude up from.
-_-
He goes on...

'Lil' help? Looking for "Ummm," and I'm not really having any luck, cuz I have no idea what it actually looks li-'
'FINE,' I bark, 'it's an Alien c*ck. We're looking for an Alien c*ck, ok? I was building an Alien, and I dropped his c*ck. You happy now?'
'You dropped his c*ck?'
'Sigh. Yes. I dropped his c*ck.'
'His c*ck was actually like, a separate piece?'
'Yes. Yes it was.'
'Ummm...'
'See? I told you. "Ummm" is all you can say.'
'That Alien is really packin,' huh?'
'F*ckin' A, buddeh. Now help me look.'

So, yeah- maybe the Riot Grrls have armored nipples and sexy playboy magazine crotch haircuts, but I will definitely feel less awkward assembling them. Nyah.

*The sense of lightness and motion this figure possesses is amazing. You can almost hear the rapid pitter-patter of her running feet a split second before she bursts on the scene and starts decapitating fools. This level of quality and attention to detail is typical of the entire line of Infinity miniatures*

Here we have an entry for my buddy James. As usual, he has exceptional taste, even if he is a great big knucklehead.
As you can see, 'sexy' doesn't necessarily have to include 'scantily clad.' Kitsune epitomizes how well Infinity models convey 'sexy' in ways other than the blatant use of exposed flesh. Sexy can be an attitude, or contained in a simple gesture, like a Terran Female twirling her hair. In the case of Kitsune here, sexy is a set of lithe legs propelling a stabby death forwards at lightning speed. Sexy is the lil' smile- just a slight curve of the lips, perhaps in anticipation of the stabby. It's the long, whippy hair cascading behind her.
It really is the little things, sometimes, and Infinity figures are so good at that. No other modeling company does 'subtly sexy' as well as Corvus Belli.

Here's a fig that illustrates what I mean:

*I suppose you could say I also have a Haqq army, but I buy them for my buddy Nascar to use*

This is the Hacker version of the Djanbazan unit, available for Haqqislam. They're Medium Infantry, and like most of the entries in any army list in the game can be equipped with a variety of loadouts. This unit has six different configs you can choose, with different weapons and skills.
There are...five? Five different sculpts for the Djanbazan, I think, but this is easily my favorite. I think this one is hawt.
It's the line of her body, the tilt of her head- the way it's slightly turned away gives her an air of mystery. She seems to almost be walking tippy-toe, for some reason, in a sultry, languid manner. She's so thin, yet curvy enough that there's no mistaking that silhouette for anything but a lady.
What a great fig.

The forces of Haqqislam also include what can only be termed as 'Infinity's sexpots.'
The Odalisques.

*The recently released Odalisque boxset, with minty new updated sculpts*

Light Infantry with a dizzying amount of potential loadouts, including the new Haris Level 1 Fireteam config, Odalisques are pretty gosh-darned awesome.

*Linkable, 360 Degree Visor, No-Wound Incapacitation, and 31 points with a Spitfire? Yes, please*

Then there's the ladies of ALEPH. The super-mega-ultra computer thingy that runs the Human Sphere (I'm sure I'll get into the fluff during future Infinity posts, and there will be future Infinity posts, trust me), ALEPH has it's own lil' personal army. Somewhat android-robotic-like, and taking some of it's stylistic influences from the ancient Greeks, the forces of ALEPH include more than a couple of 'sexy models.'

*I'm gratified to see that even cyber-augmented hot chicks in the future still wear ski-tight spandex bodysuits*

I like this figure for more than the obvious- it's rare to see a model with large, flat, blank areas with no like, textures or lil' nooks, crannies or wrinkles. No gizmos strapped on her legs, or pockets on her shapely derriere to give a painter something to work with. You never see that in war-gaming minis.

Models like this challenge the painter to highlight really well, to emphasize the natural curves of the figure, or- if one is daring- to come up with a pattern for the clothing. If you look closely at the pic, you can see that a lot of work went into the white uniform. Look at the shading of the lower legs that makes her calves look rounded, and the highlight on the hamstrings that draw attention to the fact that she's wearing sorta-high heels, and her legs are long. Real, real long.
That pose is all business, too. This character wouldn't have looked out of place as a bad guy in an episode of Ghost In The Shell, and I betcha she would've given the Major a run for her money.

*Lookit those buns. He works out*

Well, it would hardly be a very inclusive 'Infinity Sexy Models' post if I didn't include the Brad Pitt of ALEPH now, would it?
I think not.
Mmmm...So brawny. So rugged.
Even his armor has a six-pack.
:D

*Why, yes...they do design power armor with high heels. Sorry, ladies, even in the far-flung future, you still gotta deal with 'em*

This PanOceana Heavy Infantry unit is another example of a set of curves and the right pose make it clear that this figure is all lady.
Another thing Corvus Belli and their Female Infinity figures get right is the models poses conveying a fun, sexy and sassy attitude. Now this might not be appropriate for a soldier in reality, but let's remember these are like, futuristic soldiers from a miniature table top game, and that they're all completely fictional, ok?

Here's a few more figs from the Nomads to show ya what I mean:

*A classic 'super hero' pose, a la Wesley Snipes*

*The 'Babe Ruth,' just...with a Rocket Launcher instead of a baseball bat*

*Classic Anime pose on this additional Riot Grrl sculpt. 'I'm sassy! Tee-hee!'*

*A standard action pose on an Infinity model is still a cut above most other game models out there*

*One of my personal favorite, the Catgirl Medic!*

And, just so I don't sound all biased and whatnot, let's take a look at some of the Sexy Models from the other armies!

*As a Mercenary, Valerya can be taken with any Human Sphere army*

*Lil' hint about the Xenos races in Infinity- their 'delegates' don't really 'negotiate' so much as 'blast yer face'*

*Another of my faves, Ko-Dali is build like the proverbial brick outhouse. She's in every list I write now*

*The only female Morat, she looks like she's daring you to call her 'sassy.' Go ahead- you try*

*I just finished assembling her the other night. I know she's got a tentacle head, but I think Sheskiin is SO cute*

*Sigh- yep, there's tramp-stamp tattoos in the future, as well*

*I like named characters in other armies. Hopefully, my Combined army can 'Sepsitorize' (basically brainwash) them and add 'em to our ranks, like we did with Yu-Jing and Ko Dali*

*Pretty sure I know which one of these skirts I'd rather go camping with!*

*Short-shorts and rocket launchers never go outta style!*

Okay, I think that's a pretty good selection of Sexy Models!
As you can see, scantily clad is in no way a prerequisite for 'sexy,' and the makers of Infinity know how to catch your eye without being overt about it. The ladies of Infinity are by no means 'trashy.' Their sculpts are a cut above, maturity-wise, than most Sexy Models.
Sure, boobies are great, but Infinity models don't really go that route. Nor do they need to. They're sexy without being overly silly, or out-of-proportion, in the way that so many other manufacturers put forth Female wargaming minis.
One thing I can say as an endorsement of these figs- I actually OWN a bunch of 'em! The only female fig I ever owned up until I started playing Infinity has been Shadowsun. I can't tell you how happy I was when I got Ko Dali and Sheskiin built. They're right here on my desk in front of me as I type this.

I love my Combined Army, but I'm looking forward to eventually having my mini-gaming fantasy on the tabletop- an all girl army,
In the meantime, guess who's racked up the biggest body count for a single fig for my Xenos?

*The thing is, 'she' is not really a 'she,' so much...*

Six kills in one game alone!
When this 'girl' shows up, she's a game-changer.

Can't wait to see what Corvus Belli does next month...and the next...and the next...


Until next time, folks- Exit with catchphrase!

- SinSynn

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Yer a Meta

Hey, folks. SinSynn here.

I will say this about Games Workshop, and the impact they have on the hobby- it sure can be funny, sometimes...when it's not tragic, of course. Despite that, there is much to appreciate, and be thankful for.

Not fer nuthin,' but Games Workshop has some of the most ravenous, frothing at the mouth fanbois outside of a handful of television and movie franchises with the word 'Star' in the title. Not just that, but the insanity kinda goes both ways, since Games Workshop games can also inspire almost divine creativity.

When it comes to creative modeling possibilities, it's hard to beat 40k. Despite my overall ambivalence to Games Workshop (yes, I still dinna like dem right now...this month...so far...shaddup you...look, dots!), I cannot deny that in the hands of the right person (not me...definitely not me), a perfectly average 40k model (which in all likelyhood is itself a lovely thing) can be elevated to a breathtaking object of superawesomecoolness.
That's totally a word, by the way.

Oh! Speaking of superawesomecoolness inspired by our hobby...well, it's Starcraft and cosplay, but whatevs, close enough. Here's why:

*As usual, I will be using a buncha pics like this, instead of boring ol' 40k models. Cuz really, now. We all know what 40k models look like, amirite?*

My...she's tentacle-y.
Hey, baby...How you doin'?
I'm SinSynn.
*Broad, overly toothy Xenos grin*

As a hobbyist, I will always appreciate the effort a fellow hobbyist puts into his or her work. Be it a scratch-built model or some fan fiction a friend sends me, our hobby is a beautiful thing in this regard. Look- it's even got a knucklehead like myself waxing all philosophical-ish and whatnot, using words like 'waxing.'
:P
The cool thing about GW models is that you can play games with 'em, of course, and popular ones at that. You can pack up yer Fantasy or 40k army (although you better have a pretty big case nowadays fer either of 'em), and take it across the country, across the world, to wherever there's a FLGS or a store bearing the GW logo above the door, and you can find a game.

Sigh.
Sure, it's hard for me to bite my tongues and not blurt out sumpthin' like  'Ohmahgerd, but Y U wanna do that? 8th Edition Fantasy and 6th Edition 40k are like, blah'...Even though I've never played Warhammer Fantasy 8th Edition...Or any Edition, for that matter...
Hey, listen...I'm a Blogger, and it's our privilege to make pronouncements like that. And besides, I have it on good authority that 8th Edition Warhammer Fantasy is indeed blah...cuz da Internets told me so. So nyah.

Anyway, for a great miniature to be a fully functional gamepiece, and to stand on a table filled with similar models, with terrain of a similar caliber...well, Flames of War and Infinity (and a bunch of other games) probably do that better now, due to 40k and Fantasy being played on game boards with far less terrain, comparatively.
While 40k certainly doesn't look 'epic' on the average tournament table, which generally features five pieces of terrain chosen for functionality rather than aesthetics, evenly placed for balance rather than for looks, both it and Fantasy are still quite capable of producing 'ooh's and ah's' when there's well-painted models on the table.

*Speaking of well-painted models producing 'ooh's and ah's' :) Heh, heh....Zing!*

The great thing about Games Workshop is not just that, if nuthin' else, they do continue to produce some cool lookin' models, and the folks who play the game get amazingly creative with them. For a while GW models kinda set the bar in terms of superawesomecoolness, and nowadays I'd hafta say they're still the gold standard. If you're lookin' to design and produce miniatures, you will be measured against Games Workshop in virtually every way, right down to how efficiently you use the space on the sprue.

Yep, GW casts a large shadow on the industry. But not just the industry alone. Nope, the entire mini-gaming community itself has certainly felt it's influence, from the time they arrived and started leeching people away from the historicals (I've heard old-timers complain about this, actually. Iz funnie to me), right up until now, when a veritable flood of GW 'refugees' are invading other games systems...and their forums, pestering the veterans and generally coming off like lost waifs (James S. actually discussed this here).
I've, uhhh...actually been there myself. Heh.

And while I'm pleasantly surprised when I surf the blogrolls here at the House to see that there's a surprising number of non-GW blogs out there now, the GW community is still very much alive and kicking...and they're just as funny as ever.
:)
You know why I find myself increasingly surfing the blogroll here? I mean, other than the fact that El Jeffe promised me an extra fish head every time I plug the House, of course...It's that...well, I'll just be honest here and say it flat-out...since they reformatted it, Bell of Lost Souls is kinda wacked. I used to just hit the Bell and browse a few posts there to sorta get my hobby fix. But now, even with all kindsa flash and ad blockers on my browser, that site still chokes my computer. Half the width of the screen is like, advertisements.
-_-
Iz lame.
I'm sorry- I sorta like the crew over there; Goatboy, the Soda Guy (Big Red) and the rest, but it is what it is.
I prefer to surf here now.
...
I believe that's worth at least two fish heads....but it's also true.
;)

Anyway, the flip side of the whole GW 'experience' is, naturally, the insanity that surrounds it. Not only does Games Workshop, the company, do sumpthin' stoopid virtually every month or so, but their fans...oh, boy...

Here's a great quote from a post I read a while back:
"40k is a changin! It appears that the meta has finally been deflowered at long last and will be more so as each new codex is released going by what we have seen so far in sixth edition."

*chortle*

I have no idea what any of that means, but I think it's pretty gosh-darn funny.
:D

What the heck is a meta, anyway?
And why do we want to deflower them?
0_o

*Unless they look like this...Umm...Was that wrong? Was that wrong to say?  I'm sorry...but C'MON...*

Games Workshop games attract an eclectic mix of gamer types, but due to the expansive backgrounds of their games there's room for everybody, more or less...and you think that would be cool, right?

But no...fluffy players love to show up on competitive posts and riff about how spam is killing the game and whatnot. Competitive gamers will show up and call yer cute lil' 'check out my list' post on Dakka 'fail,' and bless their silly hearts both groups will riff on each other till their fingers are worn to stumps from peckin' away at their keyboards. It's Lolz-Worthy, fer sure. It's no wonder that after taking those first tentative steps in a new direction and maybe picking up a starter set for a new game, many of us are suffering from some sorta hobby PTSD or sumpthin,' and it's hard to accept that the game, the company that makes it and the community that plays it might be...'nice.'
Games Workshop is a tough company to love, as is the twisted community that plays their games, honestly. This much I know, having once loved the company, and being stuck loving the community.
:P
I kid, of course...please don't deflower my meta.

Still, ya gotta love terms like 'meta,' right? And WAAC, FAAC, RAW and RAI. I'll always, always have a soft spot in my heart for 'Waaagh!'
...And yes, I totally realize I'm blabbing on and on about GW, but whatever, man. Maybe I'm a lil' blue right now cuz the Tau released (Get it? 'Blue right now'? Cuz the Tau are...nevermind -_-). And true to form Games Workshop screwed the whole thing up, and there were like, shortages in the stores. True to form competitive types are riffin' 'bout perceived nerfs (Ermahgerd, Railguns are Strength 8 now! Ack!). True to form fluffy types are saying the Codex is 'balanced, and not OP, and the WAAC jerks won't like it cuz there's no obvious power combos and you actually have to THINK,' cuz they always say that same tired thing.
And of course there's a big giant robot, and a flyer, and they're like, dumb expensive. That seems to be a requirement for a new 40k release nowadays, doesn't it?
*shrug*
Blah...Waddayagonnado? I waited like, forever and ever for a new Tau Codex, and after I give up on the whole 40k thing, it actually materializes.
-_-
Son of a...

Sure, it's one of these new-fangled 6th Edition fifty dollar thin-ass hardcover jammies, which have all been 'toned down' from the 5th Edition 'Ward-style' OP books, and I know I woulda most likely have been disappointed. Dunno why GW doesn't make 'em nice and thick and juicy like the 5th Edition Codexes anymore, but I prolly woulda been disappointed...But then again, maybe not.
Maybe I woulda choked to death on my own vomit after seeing Shadowsun standing next to a Space Marine across the table from me, in some kinda sick, twisted, bastardized 'Battle Brother' allied force.
...
*choke*
Kill me now, before I see that, please...

*Just gimme 5 minutes with Cosplay Kerrigan first. Okay 3 minutes. DON'T YOU JUDGE ME!*

But, hey, at least I can count on the 40k community to keep me amused with Tau stuffs; there'll be fancy conversions and paint jobs to admire, ridiculous online arguments to enjoy, Vespid forever sucking, and the vague assurance that the next Imperial book will totally crush the poor fishmens.

Ultimately, that's why I'm content to shake my head and gets ta steppin,' cuz I woulda been burnt when that inevitably happened. I know yer tricks, G-Dubs, and I ain't fallin' for it this time, even if you wave a fancy new Shadowsun model in front of my stalked, multi-lensed occular appendages.
I've got Sheskiin, Speculo killer and Ko Dali now. I'll always have love for Shadowsun, but I've moved on.

In fact, it's time to start boring you guys with some talk of my new loves.
:)
Next week, a new 'Sexy Models' post, featuring the beautiful and deadly ladies of Infinity! That'll help me shake off this case of the Tau blues...
Get it? Tau 'blues'? No?...Nevermind.
-_-


Until next time, folks- Exit with catchphrase!

- SinSynn

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DoWhatchuLike

Hey, folks. SinSynn here.

I'd like to take a moment, before I begin my usual nonsense, to thank you guys.

Every week, I sit down at my computer- a very ghetto Compaq Presario 6000- and, honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing. I never really have a...oh, gawd- what are those things called?
Oh, yeah. A plan.

I know that genuine writers do things like 'drafts' and 'editing,' but I sorta...don't. I may or may not have some vague idea of what it is I'd like to discuss, but no clue as to how I'm gonna go about it. Often times I will sit here, tentacles on keyboard, and just stare vacantly at the bright white screen, waiting for the goddamn Hamster That Lives In My Head to wake his fuzzy lil' rodent butt up and get to spinning.

Results may vary, but eventually I'll fill the screen with words. The merit of these words might be debatable, but I have a lotta fun poundin' 'em out, and I certainly hope you folks enjoy readin' 'em- I'm sorry 'bout da grammar, and my virtual waterboarding of the English language in general...oh, and the punctuation (there's entirely too many dots in my posts...) and most of the content and pretty much the whole hot mess including the run on sentences cuz I know sometimes I just ramble on and on and on and on and meow meow meow.
*ahem*

The best thing about my posts isn't the posts, though- it's what happens after, when you guys show up. The discussion that happens in the comments section 'round here is way better than anything I could come up with on my own, that's fer sure. The contributions from the good folks who partake in this weekly journey never fail to make these asinine blatherings of mine actually...good.
And for that, I thank you...from the bottom of my cold, multi-valved, Xenos-fluid exchanging chamber, located in my central thorax.
:)
If you could all do me a favor, and take a screenshot of one of my posts, you can use it as identification when my plot to take over the world comes to fruition. Just show it to the commander of one of my Terran Extermination Teams, and I promise nothing will happen to you. In fact, because yer all cool with me, I'll even give youse guys some cushy jobs!
You may find it distasteful at first, assisting in the destruction of your own race. But hey- consider the alternative! It sure beats being Disintegrated, amirite?

*Now just hold still while I tag you*

And by the way- just how ghetto is my computer?
It has a DVD Burner, a CD player (read-only), and...(wait for it)...a floppy drive.
0_o

But whatevs, it was a gift, and beggars can't be choosers- my own computer melted down like, forever ago, and I was sharing The Crazy Lady's...which was horrible, cuz she would totally blackmail me with it.
'Oh, you wanna write yer lil' post thingy? I wanted to post some pictures on FaceBook. Too bad. Maybe if you promised to walk the dog later, so I could watch American Idol...'
Sigh.
It wouldn't have hurt so much if I didn't teach her how to post pictures on FaceBook in the first place.
-_-
Anyway, Nascar was sympathetic to my plight, and seeing as he was using this one to prop open a window, he hooked me up.
I mean, sure, it makes some weird grindy noises, and I can't full-screen my favorite tentacle hentai sites in HD when I'm streaming (I can if I download it, so that's how I get around that. Nyah), but I'm grateful nonetheless.
Watching The Crazy Lady kick back in her pajamas on the couch, all comfy-cozy in her stupid snuggly thing, eating Bon-Bons or whatever while I bundled up in like ninety layers to walk the dog in the freezing cold for the second time in a day (I do morning doggie-walks. That's the deal) was getting depressing.

Speaking of tentacle hentai...

*Greatest. Segue. Ever...(and look- more dots)*

There are many things in this world that fill me with great joy, like music, fer instance. I swear, I know I harp on my love of the band Sleigh Bells, and that's cuz, well...I friggin' love Sleigh Bells, but beyond my obsession with Alexis Krauss (the singer), when I listen to Sleigh Bells I am ridiculously happy. Really, that's all that matters to me- Sleigh Bells makes me ridiculously happy.

So do a million other things. Hell, I get all happy over a good cup o' coffee in da morning. I'm fairly easy to please, in this regard. I have a fine appreciation of 'happy.'

I, like many of you, have limited time outside of my 'real life' to engage in my hobby. And lemme tell ya, my hobby is one of those things that makes me stupidly, ridiculously happy- 'specially nowadays. That's one of the reasons I think it's important for me to kinda...be selfish about it, I guess.
I mean, my hobby time should be about grabbing some ridiculous happiness. Damn, yo- I worked all friggin' week, and now it's my time. Time for me to hang out with my boy and push lil' models around. That's what's up.

Picking up Infinity has been very rewarding for me, hobby-wise. I've even got my own game table and some terrain now. I've pretty much got a good set of models goin' on, most of them are assembled and painting should begin any day now- Nascar and I didn't get to it yesterday due to a late start.
Also, it's been fun diving into a new game setting, and enveloping myself in its minutiae. The Infinity Universe is quite amusing- surprisingly so, in fact, and as the game grows the fluff grows with it. I hate to admit this, but I sorta understand the fluff nazi perspective, cuz I like Infinity much better now that I have a grasp of what's going on in the overall scheme of things, and cool, well-conceived fluff is more important than I realized previously.

*Infinity now has a second Xenos race. Say hello to Viral Weaponry , Symbiotic Armor  and Link Teams everywhere*

One of my favorite things about this hobby is that lately, there seems to be something cool around every corner. Now that I've sorta committed to getting into some new games, I'm looking at everything with a fresh perspective. Literally, if I wanted to, I could pick up a game, almost any game, and play it. Hey- I've got a game table, right? Nascar would be down. What's to stop me? The investment to get into most games nowadays is minimal. I spend more money on a video game with a couple of DLC packs or a 'Season Pass' than a couple of Starter Sets for the average min-game costs, fer cryin' out loud.

So now I look at something like Dreadball, which seems like a fun diversion, and I'm very tempted...very tempted indeed.
Dreadball has Xenos, the models are nice, it looks like one of those games that's simple to get into but has deep mechanics that you pick up on as you get better...

But then again maybe I wanna try out Malifaux (GMort is a terrible influence, and that game looks awesome), or maybe I wanna stick to my guns, and find something with big stompy mechs that's kinda like Epic. Or maybe I just wanna work out a way to play Epic, cuz I've always really wanted to...I could do that.
It's a lotta happy, looking around from this perspective.

*Everything I've read about it leads me to believe this is the best way to play the 40k Universe*

When I look around at vast array of games out there I could partake of, I'm literally blown away. Seriously- my imagination is the only limit. There's a game out there- or 'games,' who knows?- for me, that's for sure. And why should I not play it? All you really need is one other person, right? If there's one thing that Infinity has taught me, is not to be all, 'ohmahgerd, I can't play that game cuz I dunno that anyone else will play it.'
Find somebody and play it.
I bought two Infinity starter sets and bribed a buddy into a first game.
'Come over and hang out. We'll have couple adult beverages, we'll check out this game. It'll be fun.'
Now Nascar and I are trying to figure out a way to get to Infinity events that are being held out in Long Island. We'll do it, too. There's other people out there that play the game...Waddayaknow.

I'm blessed with a plethora of awesome choices, and I think that's just about the coolest thing ever. Our hobby seems to encourage weird, wonderful, wacky ideas, and a quick look at what's happening on Quickstarter will set my brain abuzz with possibilities.

Hollywood can't seem to do anything new- it costs too much to take a risk on new stuffs, I guess, so they build franchises to run 'em into the ground so they can reboot 'em and re-issue the box set when the 20th anniversary rolls around.
Everywhere else I look I see the same ol' stuffs, just re-hashed and re-heated and re-served, over and over again.
I find it ironic that some lil' modeling company out in the middle of nowhere can come up with a more awesome concept than the folks who make our summer 'blockbusters.' I mean, go figure. 
They could license the forthcoming 'Kingdom Death' game, I suppose, but that might actually be a lil' too awesome for Hollywood, even.
:P

I fully plan on making the most outta my hobby- that little bit of 'me time' that I selfishly fall away from the 'real world' and it's cloying, ever-so-annoying responsibilities and whatnot. Fortunately my hobby never fails to impress- there's a LOT out there to see. I've been spending time surfing the links on the House of Paincake's Blog Rolls lately, just checkin' stuffs out (there's a ton of great blogs, I must say, and it's a great way to find new stuffs, and keep up with what's goin' on out there), and lemme tell ya, our hobby suffers from no lack of new ideas.
And really, in the unlikely event that there's nuthin' to tickle yer fancy (where is a Terran's 'fancy' located, anyhow? I haven't found one in any of my autops....never mind....), then you can always do it yerself. Hey- I've built my own terrain. I ain't afeared of doin' anything now.

Ah, the world is my oyster, my cup runneth over, and it's all right there at my tentacle-tips, just a few clicks away. That's what's up.


Until next time, folks- Exit with catchphrase!

- SinSynn

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