Plastic space men, tanks and walking tanks can be found here.
With my Warhound finished, I would now put all of my efforts into finishing the diorama base. Which I had been working on at the same time as the titan. In addition to building the base, I would also craft a story for the scene I was making. When the dust settled, I was left with something I could be super proud of.
In Part 2 of my Warhound build I work on, and finish, the upper half of the model. Bringing this model to completion. I also finally figure out what I am going to do about my little problem with the titans left foot.
From June to November 2020, during the first year of COVID hell, I was working on a massive project. Titanic even. This is the first in a three part series detailing how I achieved my ever evolving vision for this project. From start to finish.
Another year has gone by. Indeed, another year down the crapper. I have a hard time imagining that anyone can look back and feel particularly good about 2021. The pandemic seems to have gained momentum, current events were miserable, disturbing or both, and people are clearly tired of it all. What an utter dumpster fire.
It’s November.
Wait, It’s November? That can’t be right. Right? It was just January… Or was it July…
Part 6 wraps up this series about my year at the hobby desk.
And now the 3rd season of Covid. Somehow, still hard to believe.
For us, not much has changed at home. My wife was working from home. I was still working an alternate schedule. And the scope of my Titan project was also about to get much larger.
We are well into June now. The end of June actually. My hobby rut has its grip on my throat. Tyson and I are still doing the Blackstone Fortress thing online occasionally.
At this point Covid-19 has been a part of the world’s vocabulary for half of a year. Insane. What’s even more so is, it’s still not looking like it will be ending anytime soon…
We are now into the end of April. And this year is turning out to be completely screwed up. The whole world is shut down or shutting down. Supply lines are strained. People are dying left and right. Surely this can’t continue, right?
Yeah… about that…
2020 has thrown us all a curveball in the form of Covid-19. And it would appear that I was not spared. In hindsight, I am not surprised that I got sick. Before the lockdown, I used to use packed to the doors public transportation regularly, probably didn’t wash my hands as much as I should have, and I’ve never had the best of immune systems.
So here I was, still recovering. Not allowed to go to work.