Idol Of Gork And Mork! Scratch Built From Foam Board, Garden Rocks, Those Cheap Bead Necklace Things

The Bonegrinder Giant!! I love this guy, he reminds me of Peter Stormare. This one is called Herman the Hard & Horrible.

I went to my local gaming store, Source Comics and Games, and also Michael’s crafts today. I’m committing to buying local whenever I can. I don’t want to keep giving Bezos money, and I’m going to try to avoid it for as long as I can. I still give GW plenty of money when they do Made to Order runs and for stuff that is on their web store only. I’m gonna buy all my rank and file from my indie local store.

I’ll reveal more about my empire army as I go along. It’s a little different. I’m doing Sudenburg.

Anyway, here’s my haul.

More of my basing project. Two Arachnarok spiders, a snorting pump wagon, and six goblin chariots including Grom the Paunch!

My dog Franky, the chosen one, the Goodest Boy.

He’s named after the One Piece character.

He looks extra Jesusy in this photo.

Listen, I’ll post miniatures later. This has been my day so far and I’m not over it.

Our end times are unglamorous. I thought there was going to be horses. I’m pretty sure I was promised guys on horses.

I’ve been properly basing all of my orcs and goblins and some of these paint jobs were done myself as a teenager or in my mid twenties.

Sometimes you need to let the teenage you be part of the you of today that has the big green army like in the warhammer armies books that he always wanted back then. Proudly rank up his paint jobs alongside the minis painted after 20 years more experience.

Include yourself in yourself.

Squiggles: Let the Rainbow Taste You!

My poison tree frog inspired squig squad. Not all of them match a real world frog coloration. I definitely took some liberties.

My Blood Bowl teams! The Reikland Reavers in Blue and White and Gold, The Orcland Raiders in Oakland Raiders colors, and The Norsca Rampagers in Minnesota Golden Gopher colors!

I don’t know why I’m suddenly thinking about this (travel I suppose) but to get to Fort Collins, Colorado from Saint Paul, Minnesota it is advantageous to pass through Omaha, Nebraska. Me, my spouse 4 bandmates, and a roadie traveled in a rental van towards that city with all of our equipment and amps. To get to Omaha, you’re probably going to drive through Council Bluffs, Iowa. I will NEVER forget Council Bluffs, Iowa.

We get out of the car at the liquor store and gas station to get gas, smoke, piss, what have you. And you’re probably thinking “Baron, a lot of gas stations have a small liquor store in rural places” and you’re right. This was a big liquor store that had a small gas station attached to it and above it on a tall post that said “Mall of the Bluffs” which included a Hyvee grocery store up a small hill from there, and an apartment building with NO INTERIOR OR EXTERIOR LIGHTS ON, that had a big advertising sign in front of it that said “FREE RENT INQUIRE INSIDE”

At the pump was a young couple in a sports car, looking nervous as they finish filling up their tank and drive away and from behind the pump just out of view approaches a man I have etched into my memory forever. He murders tractors you see. High as a kite on some stimulant at this very late witching hour. His truck is a beater like every blue and white beater pickup truck you can immediately imagine. He is about 5’10” maybe 250 lbs. he is wearing boots and overalls and nothing else save for 6 plastic barrettes in his hair. The same one that little girls often wear that have the little embossed daisies on them. Facially, he’s Kevin Smith with a ponytail. He starts telling us about all of the tractors he’s torn apart and hauled away with his pickup truck. He starts asking us to guess how much weight the bed of his pickup can carry in broken tractor units. So we say “250 pounds?” Heartily and assuredly he responds “NOPE!” “350 pounds?” “NOPE!” “450 pounds?” “NOPE!”

550 pounds, it was 550 pounds.

We eventually pawn this guy off to the next person burning the midnight oil and carefully leave. My guitar player asked about why the guy had so many barrettes and our drummer, the wisest amongst us said “one for every tractor he’s murdered”

I’ve met some incredible people, rock stars, comic book authors, poets, animators, game developers.

I think about dead tractor guy more than any of them.