Building

This is the act of building tiny plastic space men and their vehicles. Sometimes it is the act of raising a house from the ground up. It all fits here.


 

Why I Made a Necron Army

As he (too) often does, Tyson bought some models. This time it was the Indomitus box, which came with some more boring marines as usual. I knew that those would be his since he likes that crap, maybe too much. The other half were some funky looking robot dudes, I told the husband maybe I should try my hand at them.

Confessions Of A Lego Addict: A Plastic Hive Of Scum And Villainy

I know I am not breaking any new ground when I say that covid has brought a lot of changes into all of our lives. In my case, I went from working in a building with 200 people, to working alone, in my house under my cat’s judgmental gaze.  I used to be able to stroll into the liquor store without fear, now I stroll in wearing a cloth mask like a damn beer ninja. I used to have faith in the relative intelligence of mankind… now, not so much. 

Fire Raptor Hell

Has there ever been something that you were trying to do that, no matter how hard you tried, just seemed impossible? Like, the universe was actually trying it’s damnedest to prevent you from accomplishing it? For me, that was the Fire Raptor Gunship. This kit was cursed from day one. Did I let it get to me? F**K YES I DID!