The Future (Minus 1 Delorian)

   Not sure exactly what the optimal use for a blog is, but if the average person online has taught me anything, it's about ranting and tossing what you love on the front page of the internet with reckless abandon.  And who would I be to be different? 
   I will be doing what are called battle reports for the Warmachine game I play, as well as maybe tossing random pictures of some of the figures I have gotten done, but that's about all I can think of for now.  Stay tuned as there may be a rant thrown in here or two.

   Thanks,

   Michial

...Tiny Men (part 3)

   Okay, so as far as I can tell from reading my past entries, I am not a nerd, not a painter, and apparently, not totally tolerant of others.  So what does that make me?  I believe it makes me simply...the guy. 
   You all know the guy...He doesn't speak out all that much, knows just about everyone, and no one ever questions why he is randomly somewhere you are.  Some people are called social butterflies, I like to think of myself as a social something 10x cooler than a butterfly.  If someone needs help I'm there, if someone can't figure something out I'm a text away.  I love my friends, but sometimes they get me in the oddest situations...
   This miniature game I play is called Warmachine with it's compatriot game called Hordes.  Through the course of playing we, in our town, are on our second game store and I stepped up to be what is called a press-ganger.  That pretty much means that I run demonstration games, organize and run tournaments and generally turn my head into a rules database for other players.  I do it because I love the game, love my fellow gamers, and am apparently a few bricks short of a chimney.
   This game is great for anyone to play that enjoys steampunk, fantasy, giant robots and beasts running ramshod across a battlefield of soldiers, artillery, and magic wielding warcasters and warlocks.  It is fun to assemble the models however you'd like, great to paint them to your specifications, and even moe fun once the real game begins.  Our local game store has a good stock of models to choose from and the owners are awesome as well!
   Back to me...lol...Between working 40+ hours a week, working out to get less fat, being a full-time student (elementary education), and being a husband to the greatest girl in the world, everything else just kinda gets lumped into the "when I can get to it" category.  I run fast and constant because I love being the guy, and being the guy just kinda suits me.
   If you are in the Hutchinson, Kansas area, swing by MidKnight games (27 E 30th Ave Suite C, Hutchinson, KS 67502) and say hi, perhaps I can show you just why this game is my new favorite obsession

With love and just a bit of air-humping,

Michial

Little Toys...Part 2

   I am not an artist, I'll be the first to admit it.  I hear free-thinkers and abstract hippy-types talk and I want to start shoving my fists in glass so i can go all "Blood Sport" on them.I don't know what it is, but there doesn't seem to be a huge amount of natural creativity in me and I tend to see the world for what it is:  a series of set designs and uneditable truths.  These facts keep me cozy at night as I find that order gives a man more structure than the plans of any unending staircase.
   But I paint.  Not in the classic sense of setting up an easel and channeling my inner Bob Ross, but I do paint.  Instead of feet by feet of workspace, I have literally inches and millimeters of work area co complete my product; brushes with heads smaller than q-tips to transfer my limited inspiration to fruition.  This takes time, and for the most part it is a labor of love.  There is something very awesome about seeing a fully painted army fielded on the table; no squinting at the black primer and having to distract yourself for a split second to remember what model it is that you are looking at.  When some of these models are literally half the size of your thumb, the aire of tedium collects quickly (especially with units of men that share the same basic uniform), but when they are finished, you lean back, groan with how bad your lower back feels, and marvel at the fact that you spent 8 straight hours in paint mode.
   Painting is not an option for me.  I paint my own models, I paint others models, hell - I have a model less than a foot away from me that is in mid-stasis in the painting process.  I do not consider myself an artist, that would turn me into someone that I wouldn't understand...I'm just a dude with a brush...