Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Upstart!
After a day and change slaving over a hot pot of dye and a detailing brush, I present to you...Upstart!
Here he is in robot mode...
I decided to give him the Alpha Spear from OTFCC, 'cause it matched him pretty well.
Two spears! Because he's that much of a badass! Boo-yah!
Here's a close-up of his face. The dye bath seems to have had a bit of an effect on his paint, but it was nothing insurmountable.
Here's his jet mode...
...and his jet mode with the Alpha Spear parts.
Hanging out with fellow Universe resident and one-time Firestormers guest-star Fireflight:
And then scoring with the ladies. Well, the one lady who's his size:
Yay for completed projects!
Here he is in robot mode...
I decided to give him the Alpha Spear from OTFCC, 'cause it matched him pretty well.
Two spears! Because he's that much of a badass! Boo-yah!
Here's a close-up of his face. The dye bath seems to have had a bit of an effect on his paint, but it was nothing insurmountable.
Here's his jet mode...
...and his jet mode with the Alpha Spear parts.
Hanging out with fellow Universe resident and one-time Firestormers guest-star Fireflight:
And then scoring with the ladies. Well, the one lady who's his size:
Yay for completed projects!
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
England Moments #1 - Getting There is Half the Fun
Graham and I flew out of Detroit so we could get a non-stop flight to Heathrow. Detroit's airport is in general pretty decent, and I've heard it's had some very nice new terminals built onto it recently.
The one British Airways flies out of - when we went, at least - was not one of them. Clearly built in the early 70s and not remodelled since, it gave me flashbacks to the old Airport movies. There were signs at the ticket counter when we came in stating that BA was moving to one of the nice, new terminals about two weeks after we got back, and I can't blame them. There was one tiny little gift shop with a sampling of the usual airport fare, and the Duty Free just before we went through security looked like it had been closed for years. There was also a coffee shop, where we grabbed something like lunch...
...once it actually opened. We did wait about 15 minutes for the initial crowd to disperse before going in, but that was certainly no explaination for what happened when Graham tried to order. They had a board listing different kinds of sandwiches you could get. He asked for a turkey sandwich. "Oh, we're out of turkey." O...kay. How about roast beef? Sorry, all out. He asked what they did have, and they listed off three different things, despite their board listing 8 kinds of sandwiches. So we both got fairly mediocre burgers and made due for the hour and a half left before our flight.
This, like much of the rest of the terminal, didn't bode well. But fortunately everything went pretty smoothly; nobody tried to sneak anything past the slightly dubious security, and nobody really needed to see when any other flights would be arriving.
Up Next: I Heart Tiny Cars
Graham and I flew out of Detroit so we could get a non-stop flight to Heathrow. Detroit's airport is in general pretty decent, and I've heard it's had some very nice new terminals built onto it recently.
The one British Airways flies out of - when we went, at least - was not one of them. Clearly built in the early 70s and not remodelled since, it gave me flashbacks to the old Airport movies. There were signs at the ticket counter when we came in stating that BA was moving to one of the nice, new terminals about two weeks after we got back, and I can't blame them. There was one tiny little gift shop with a sampling of the usual airport fare, and the Duty Free just before we went through security looked like it had been closed for years. There was also a coffee shop, where we grabbed something like lunch...
...once it actually opened. We did wait about 15 minutes for the initial crowd to disperse before going in, but that was certainly no explaination for what happened when Graham tried to order. They had a board listing different kinds of sandwiches you could get. He asked for a turkey sandwich. "Oh, we're out of turkey." O...kay. How about roast beef? Sorry, all out. He asked what they did have, and they listed off three different things, despite their board listing 8 kinds of sandwiches. So we both got fairly mediocre burgers and made due for the hour and a half left before our flight.
This, like much of the rest of the terminal, didn't bode well. But fortunately everything went pretty smoothly; nobody tried to sneak anything past the slightly dubious security, and nobody really needed to see when any other flights would be arriving.
Up Next: I Heart Tiny Cars
Monday, August 23, 2004
I finally caved and got some of those cheap plastic shelves that I always picked on Walky for because they were clearly made to go in one's garage or basement and not one's living room or bedroom. I guess the results aren't too bad:
I bet I'm the only person you know who has Judge Dredd next to "Our Bodies, Ourselves".
It also gave me an excuse to reassemble and redisplay what is easily the strangest Gundam toy ever made, the Grand Master Gundam:
It's four Gundams, all but one pretty damn weird in their own rights, amalgamated into one ridiculously monstrosity. I love it, and I need to be able to keep it on display.
I bet I'm the only person you know who has Judge Dredd next to "Our Bodies, Ourselves".
It also gave me an excuse to reassemble and redisplay what is easily the strangest Gundam toy ever made, the Grand Master Gundam:
It's four Gundams, all but one pretty damn weird in their own rights, amalgamated into one ridiculously monstrosity. I love it, and I need to be able to keep it on display.
