Funny Things

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Some Days, Ya Just Gotta Be Kharn

Hey, folks. SinSynn here.

Bein' sick is miserable, no doubt, but it does have some very small, teeny-tiny benefits.
Mainly that I can't do all the 'chore stuffs' that I normally do.
Grocery shopping? Am sick. No can do.
Doggy walkies? *cough, cough* What was that you said?
Trip to the Post Office to hit the P.O. Box? Can't do it I'm sick. And why do we have a P.O. Box anyway?

So basically, I'm treated like a Leper ('Get yer own food I don't wanna get yer sickness'), but I am left alone by The Crazy Lady I Live With. This is a boon in many ways.
Now because I'm sick, I can't be seen having too much fun. So doin' hobby stuffs is out of the question. Hard to pull off a convincing 'miserable moan routine' when yer painting a fig, or assembling a model.
What I can do is read books, uninterrupted, for hours on end. I can watch Netflix, and I can play video long as I do it quietly. If I can shout 'OhMyGawd you camping whore,' I can probably walk the dog (iz Crazy Lady Logic...which is totally an oxymoron, but let's not go there, huh?).

So there I was, comfortably laid up, reading a book, emitting the proper amount of 'moans per hour.' Also Crazy Lady Logic- 'oh you stopped moaning for a while so you can probably walk the dog.'
The book was Aaron Dembski-Bowden's Betrayer, which yes I've read a buncha times and shaddup and don't you judge me. I was halfway through the Battle of Armatura, gleefully enjoying the antics of Kharn and Argel Tal as they tore into Ultramorons...Errr, I mean Ultramarines, when suddenly I was overwhelmed by the desire to whack something with a big ol' axe.
I totally felt the need to leap upon a group of enemies and scrape and claw and batter my way through them, hacking and cutting desperately as they inflicted wound after wound upon me. And then when they all lay dead at my feet, and I still stood, panting heavily and bleeding into my armor, I would pick up one of their severed heads and hold it defiantly aloft, reveling in my victory, and scream to the heavens...
'Skulls! Skulls for the XII Legion!'
...I'd just hafta do it quietly.
So I turned on my XBox...

* I'll bet this guy never got nagged into late night doggie walks -_- *

Saturday, October 18, 2014

[Confessions of an English Zombie Fancier] The Rot Sets In

I feel fine, before anyone asks. I've started a new job and it's going pretty well so far. I earn a living wage and I have weekday daytimes to myself, both of which are very nice things indeed. The only downside is that evenings and weekends - when I work - are of course prime gaming time, and payday's not 'til the seventeenth. That sort of thing has consequences.

We're going to take a quick break from your scheduled gaming content to admire Chelsea Wolfe. Nothing skeevy. I just like talent.
And gothy dirges. And pale, deathless women.

Hobby consequences. The thing with my bursts of enthusiasm for Project X - no, that's not a super secret project, that's X in the sense of unknown quantity, insert name here - is that they don't last long. I generally have about a month to make them concrete in the form of some actual purchasing and hobbying and creating and playing before they evaporate.

I haven't really been able to do that with the Nurgle affair; the initial energy came in a time of penury, when I was time-rich and money-poor; now the money has started to trickle in at a time when putting figures on table is not easy (most of the people I know in London have day jobs and so are free for gaming round about when I'm going to work); the energy is now beginning to trickle out as I find myself exploring fantasy worlds for D&D and NaNoWriMo (I'm having another go this year, since I think I know what I did wrong). That three-way overlap of time and money and energy very seldom aligns properly for me, and managing the amount of each that's invested in a given thing is something I've been on about since the year dot.

I managed to keep the interest alive for a while through judicious application of Blood Bowl, but... now payday's here, and I find that I have no real interest in spending it on Nurgle stuff. Honest truth. My nights are taken up with work, my days with writing, occasional painting, and putting my WoW affairs in order ready for Warlords of Draenor next month. Even if I go away to see the people with whom I might actually be interested in playing these games... we already have games to play and things to do aplenty.

It all feels a trifle pointless; and that's not a cry for help, folks, that's just an acknowledgement that another flash has been and gone across my particular pan. Same old, same old.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Dear Spartan Games: About Planetfall...

Hey, folks. SinSynn here.

So I should be sleepin' right now, but I can't. Still havin' some issues from time to time an' whatnot.
Whatever, I can deal with it.
So I was surfin' da web, checkin' out stuffs, and there's this game that you guys mentioned to me a while back, and I went over to the website to see if I could find out anything new, but...

A while back I wrote THIS.
Iz a lil' riffy, in retrospect. I get like that sometimes. But the TL;DR version is: 'The Spartan Games Website is Whacked.' I wrote that piece cuz when I was interested in Dystopian Wars, the official website was pretty much bereft of any actual information about the game. They had a few images, no 'battle scenes' from the game, and a single page dedicated more to the fluff than to the game the fluff was supposed to represent.

*Sure, you've heard of 'em, and they've been around fer a minute, but why haven't they drawn our eye like companies like Wyrd, Corvus Belli, Warlord Games, and other up and coming companies have?*

The Spartan Games Official Website failed to convince me to invest in their premier game system at the time.
And, if you're a hobbyist, all it takes is like 2 decent pictures and some statlines...we're pushovers like that.

The reason I went there this time is cuz I'm really interested in Planetfall. Which I wouldn't have even KNOWN ABOUT if one of you wonderful people hadn't mentioned it to me.
I'm sorry to say that Spartan Games website...still sucks.
I'll explain why I think their new Planetfall game has huge potential, but before you think I'm being overly harsh, here- go read their pitch for what might very well be the coolest new sci-fi game to come around in a hot minute:
Make sure you check out the Gallery, for all the cool pics, too!

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

The Ballbusch Experience: Do We Need Our Imaginations Programmed?

           There is little doubt that we live in the Golden Age of Miniature Wargaming.  The variety and quality of miniatures available is staggering (still no good Shang Dynasty figures though—personal bugaboo), rules abound.  Thanks in no small part of the internet every man and his dog can sculpt a miniature (or have one sculpted) or write a set of rules and unleash it on the wargaming populace at large. 

The apogee may well lie in the future.  3-D printing may revolutionize the industry and open the door to ever more variety.  Beyond that there might be 3-D printing and paint where with the press of a button our miniatures are painted to the specifications of whatever skin we’ve downloaded, or for the artistically gifted among us, programmed in PhotoShop. 

And why not, it is all a game after all

Monday, October 13, 2014

Terrible Armies I'd Love To Build

Hey, folks. SinSynn here.

I'm like, stoopid sick, and I wasn't gonna post this week. By way of a fer instance, here's what I've been going through in the last 48 hours:
- It started small. Just a lil' stomach-y thing that had me in the bathroom a bit. I literally dismissed this as some food I ate that didn't like me. Ha!
- Sore throat sets in. This is accompanied by the first signs of a real sickness- lack of appetite, hot and cold flashes, general feeling of misery. Sigh. Ok, fine- I'm sick. I really didn't expect it to go any further than that. I laid up, and I figured this would go away in 24 hours. Fer realz. Drink some Orange Juice, take some over-the-counter cold medicine and call it a wrap. Stoopid cold. U Go 'Way Naow. Ya Bother Me. -_-
- I wake up after drifting off yesterday afternoon and I'm sensing the first signs of an Asthma attack. I hafta sit up to breathe properly. This is called 'tripoding' by ambulance crews. Every intake of breathe is like, work. I was starting to worry now...I haven't had an Asthma attack in years. They're pretty friggin' scary, I gotta tell ya. They kill people.
- At some point Loquacious texts me, and I'm in the midst of it. I was kinda doing the 'eyes closed, focus on breathing. In, out. In, out' thing, which is my zen approach to hopefully prevent the Asthma incident from becoming a full blown attack. Yes- my Asthma was flaring up for the first time in years, but it was clearly aggravated by my sickness, which was settling into my lungs. Loquacious' text throws me out of that whole rhythm, so I decide to do the dumbest thing ever- I light a cigarette.

OhMyGawd...Milk was a bad choice...

* I should warn you all I'm on a variety of legal and not-so-legal medications at this moment, so this post might be a lil' moar random and bizarre than my usual efforts. Your understanding is appreciatmfngs. Thanks *