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Thursday, 08:26 pm, 30 September 2004 Another day in bed. This cold is clearly viral. My dreams have levelled out to travelling on the bus in the US and explaining to my mother (who has never been to the US) why US bus drivers will only accept fare made up of ten coins or less. Although this probably isn't the case in reality. Gotta love a heavy fever. When I have been awake, this evening, I got a survey call. I will typically answer survey calls. Mainly because I feel well clear of the main stream on a number of issues. A couple of the questions I had to think about. Like national service for example. On an intellectual level, I'm against national service. But in the case of the Second World War with the potential of invasion, I would have served in the British Army. This isn't the question that was being asked. Speaking of the British Army, Fred Reed's game features some of the classic Steel Legion figures he first painted for me many months ago. This group caught my eye in particular.  The binocular guy is a conversion based on a WWII photo. The narrative leading up to Games Day is somewhat nullified by the reality of experiencing something that I might actually enjoy. I don't have fun enough. That is the conclusion in the lead up to Games Day. Good night. Wednesday, 05:34 pm, 29 September 2004 I've been in bed with a heavy cold over the past couple of days. I was so feverish at one stage I thought I was back in Australia. My wake hours have been supplemented with emails from my friend, Alex 'Gurap' Brooks and reading back issues of White Dwarf. It turns out Fred Reed is putting on a demonstration game of epic scale at Games Day. I'm looking forward to meeting him. The digital camera is primed and ready to go. Over the weekend, I finished off this month's Noble Ape Mailout. But with the cold and the time semi conscious in bed, I didn't have a chance to push it online until now. Folks still read the mailouts, which I guess is why I still write them. Good afternoon. Sunday, 09:28 pm, 26 September 2004 I saw this image in the Sunday Times today. It was very small about three inches wide at most. I scanned it at 300dpi and printed it onto A4, but it is still too small. I'm going to have it made into a poster. The impact crater is sublime.  The story behind the image - the boy is rescuing his friend's rabbit. His friend was injured in the blast. The size of the boy relative to the hole and the size of the rabbit relative to the boy is very powerful. The composition of the image lends itself to the flight of the boy. The composition is uneasy. With hostages and political spin, it's easy to forget that young boys have to rescue their friend's rabbits in times of war. Good night. Saturday, 10:26 pm, 25 September 2004 Cafe Familiar I had real coffee for the first time in years this afternoon. Real percolator coffee. When I lived in Australia and in the US, I had three very nice coffee percolators. I went through them gradually. Aluminium oxidation killed them all. I miss real percolator coffee. Today, I saw a percolator, bought some coffee and made a percolator coffee again. The conclusion... I am getting old. A cup of the good stuff and I felt sleepy. Really sleepy. It was a strange sense that this was once familiar to me but after about three years without real coffee, the effect was unfamiliar. Almost unpleasant. Saturday of Chaos A lazy Saturday of shopping and reading. My monthly ritual of reading the latest White Dwarf lowered the heart rate. This month's issue featured and extensive army painted by a fellow who doesn't even play their games. Following marriage he returned to his childhood interest in miniatures. This instalment also featured old figures painted poorly. I found it surprisingly offensive. Some of the old figures I've sent to Fred Reed recently. Old figures painted well are far nicer than new figures painted well. It's an aesthetic fact. Diversity breeds beauty. New figures all look the same. Plastic uniformity. In addition to White Dwarf, I won a copy of Realms of Chaos: Slaves to Darkness on eBay. I paid instantly and the fellow hand delivered the book to my work address. Paid in the morning, reading it in the afternoon. eBay was never so easy. This book is the first of a two part series that defines the evil in the Games Workshop worlds. It is a seminal book and far less dated than the manuals of their games at the same time. Good artwork. These elements produced a foundation for the mythos. Good night. Thursday, 01:30 pm, 23 September 2004 A lunchtime pictorial edition, with a little sunshine through the office window. A first for the past couple of days.  Chaos army inspired by 'the Goodies'?  [ Previous Log ]
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