SKeLeCRon

This article has tourettes.  You have been warned.

One month since my post on having completed no models in a year and I have now "completed" two.  Completed gets little quotey marks because they're not based.   They also don't have photos other that the half-assed ones I took at my painting table which you can see to the side.  Actually half-assed is probably the moral of these two guys.  Though it was intentional.  Lemme esplain.

The last year or so pretty much made me lose the fun of the hobby.   I got locked in a cycle that I could do hobby work or hobby hobby.  If I was doing hobby hobby that meant I wasn't doing hobby work and thus guilt would ensue.  If I was doing hobby work then it had to be "World Class Excellent #1 Accept No Substitutes blah, blah, blah" which is stressful.

Arnold Wages Shadow War

In a stunning turn of events it has been revealed that embattled former governor Arnold Schwarzenegger was waging a shadow war for the very survival of the planet.  Immediately upon taking office he was thrust into brutal conflict against the enigmatic race know as Predators who had infiltrated the highest levels of California government.

While many consider his tenure as governor borderline disastrous this new evidence reveals that he, in fact, saved every one of our lives.  Even more amazing is the knowledge that he was denied the use of a machine gun, machete, or even Swiss army knife while maintaining his position.  Fortunately Arnold comes naturally equipped with guns of his own which he readily used in service to State and Country.

Any further attempts to belittle or call him a "goob" will obviously be met with derision and scorn for the perpetrator, who would do better to keep his whore mouth shut.

That Bitch, Bread

This is a t-shirt.

As a few know I am on a court ordered diet.   The doctor of course being the judge while my health acts as disorderly jury and executioner.   We're naturally hoping for an eventual "not guilty" but it's gonna be a long, long, long -- loooooong trial.   Metaphor soundly thrashed into the bloodied soil.

The long and short of it is I'm required to lose half my body weight.   Actually more, but I have some differences with Mr. BMI and his antiquated ass.  Besides half my body weight sounds cool and would put me at weighing somewhere in the neighborhood of where I was at in high school.   Pie in the sky aspirations?  Maybe, but I'm Italian so pie in the sky isn't entirely out of the question.