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at some point in the past few years apparently 'school glue' has gone from the white color with which i am familiar to transparent. like i was walking the aisle at the dollar store looking for some white glue for hobby purposes and walked past it a couple times because they were all clear. all of them. every last one. i don't mind it, it's fine, it's going to be covered up anyway so it doesn't matter, but it changed and i didn't notice

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pulled out my chaos terminators and... man. i used to be better at painting.

part of it is that i'm absolutely cutting corners on my 40 skitarii, but that carries over into my admech characters a bit, too. they don't have any faces to worry about so i make sure their robes look nice and the rest is just oily metal and cables.

i guess i got some practice to do before i'm back in the swing of it.

at least my dumb emoji robots look good

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me: you literally have a disorder. this is symptoms

me: no perhaps my soul is rotten

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The other day at the bookstore, a random stranger approached my wife and I and asked us if we could direct him to where they might keep the writings of Lenin. We gave him our best guesses (politics, history, philosophy) and then exchanged a wry look because I guess we must look like the dirty commies we are.

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big fan of those delaque based admech conversions, arcuitor vibes to them, are they to rep a specific unit on the tt?

Thanks! The guy with the romanesque helmet and power sword is meant to be a skitarii Marshall, the one with the big mechanical arms and backpack is a Technoarchaeologist, and the one with the claws is just for fun, unless I decide to proxy him in as an admech themed Eversor Assassin.

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I painted some guys! Other than a shot of matte varnish, these are my first admech guys to be fully completed, bases included.

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Ughhhhh

Been sleeping FAR too much, no doubt in part due to seasonal on top of regular depression, bit also because of annoying levels of pain due to being a big fat ass who now occasionally walks places, and being exhausted from like a week-long low grade anxiety attack. Okay. Fine. Sleeping too much for a couple days then it'll-

Except no, my subconscious has gotten in on the party and I had about four separate dreams indicating what a huge disappointment I am to my family, what a worthless provider I am for my spouse, what a forgettable nuisance I was to my old friends, and the evergreen old chestnut where I'm back in college, failing out due to my inability to drag my depressed ass to class. I graduated 15 years ago at this point. I haven't been in a state of 'oh god I'm gonna fail' in over 20! But here we still are. If I live to 90 I'm still gonna be having those goddamn dreams.

Anyway they say "if you think everyone hates you, sleep" but what if it chases you there? Eh??? What then????

Rengh. The whole 'if you hate everyone, eat, if you think everyone hates you, sleep, if you hate yourself, shower' is excellent quotidian advice for the vagaries of mental health maintenance but it's not a panacea.

And it being 4 am I can't even reach out to anyone for reassurance.

Maybe I'll take a shower. So I can beat down some of the ol self-loathing, at least. I don't think there's enough hot water in the world to fix the problem, but maybe I can file the edges down for a bit.

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language is fluid and changes over time and all that, especially from the ground up, so i get it when ordinary folks make certain 'mistakes' increasingly common until the language shifts on an official level. watching it happen in real time is sort of interesting, even. but if i have to read another professional article that uses 'weary' when it means 'wary' i am going to start chewing people's faces off.

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man i have GOT to do this thing. *doesnt do it*

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It's bad enough having the occasional stress dream wherein I'm rushing around trying to secure some structure against a potential intruder. When the intruder is patently ridiculous upon waking up, it makes the very real stress from the dream seem rather silly. Even when I'm sitting here feeling very physiological symptoms of high stress in the aftermath- elevated heart rate, headache, fluttery stomach -it mostly just feels incredibly stupid.

I don't know why my subconscious mind decided I needed to protect my family from an 8' tall terror bird with near-human intelligence and a paralyzing gaze attack, but maybe I can use it in d&d at least.

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the other day I was out in public and wherever i was, they were playing christmas music, as places do. specifically, the 'feliz navidad' song that's in both spanish and english. and it sort of got through the usual 'background tuneout' to register that the singer wishes the english speaking listeners a merry christmas (or at least, indicates that he wants to wish them a merry christmas- what's stopping him, it is a mystery) but the spanish-speaking listeners get merry christmas AND happy new year, and that tickled me.

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painted a bit today. definitely out of practice, but it was mostly nice. the least nice part was all the goddamn dust that had settled on my boxes of supplies and the resulting periodic sneezes.

my spouse bought a couple of plastic hand things with like carved occult symbols in them from the dollar store a while back, and i primed those black, drybrushed them very dark grey to pick up the raised areas, and then painted the recessed symbols on one in gold, and the other in white and then blue contrast paints to get a kind of mystic glow effect. the gold one is for my wife, the blue one is for our friend. they came out pretty good, so i kept going and poked at my recent mechanicus conversions that use house delaque guys.

definitely need to refine some of what i did today on the mechanicus guys, but even just getting a single layer of a base color down is so much more than i've accomplished creatively in what feels like ages. so that's something.

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leitmotifs never get old to me like holy shit dude there’s this melody that corresponds to this one guy and if you hear the melody it means the guy is there. holy shit. and sometimes it refers to ideas too not just guys. has anyone heard about this

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Who was the man who first salted the slug

What was he thinking to try

Roaming the lands pouring salt on god’s creatures

Hoping for one which would die

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Apparently all I had to do was kvetch, because immediately after posting this, the pest control guy arrived, dropped a few traps where I indicated, and bounced. So now I can crash.

So we live in a century-old rowhouse thing that shares one wall with another one- we rent the 2nd and 3rd floors of this one, there are different renters on the ground floor and another in the basement. I don't know how the neighboring house is subdivided, but the person who lives on the second floor of that house got mice, and they chewed their way into our house a while back. They were getting kinda bold, but then we got Coco, and we haven't seen them or found any droppings in a while.

Regardless, the landlady has been made aware of the situation and has dispatched an exterminator. They were scheduled to arrive sometime between 1:00 and 2:00 pm. It is now 2:45 pm.

This is expected, tbh, doesn't matter what service, the office/dispatcher/whatever gives you a blue-sky estimate that doesn't factor in anything to do with the vagaries of the service person actually driving around a congested city and getting several jobs done. However, I have been awake all night due to getting a zap of energy from working on Warhammer stuff, and so am rather tired, and am definitely not handling the delay with the grace and patience it deserves.

Current fantasy is messaging them to tell them 'never mind, we already got a guy,' and just attaching a picture of Coco.

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So we live in a century-old rowhouse thing that shares one wall with another one- we rent the 2nd and 3rd floors of this one, there are different renters on the ground floor and another in the basement. I don't know how the neighboring house is subdivided, but the person who lives on the second floor of that house got mice, and they chewed their way into our house a while back. They were getting kinda bold, but then we got Coco, and we haven't seen them or found any droppings in a while.

Regardless, the landlady has been made aware of the situation and has dispatched an exterminator. They were scheduled to arrive sometime between 1:00 and 2:00 pm. It is now 2:45 pm.

This is expected, tbh, doesn't matter what service, the office/dispatcher/whatever gives you a blue-sky estimate that doesn't factor in anything to do with the vagaries of the service person actually driving around a congested city and getting several jobs done. However, I have been awake all night due to getting a zap of energy from working on Warhammer stuff, and so am rather tired, and am definitely not handling the delay with the grace and patience it deserves.

Current fantasy is messaging them to tell them 'never mind, we already got a guy,' and just attaching a picture of Coco.

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Everything is ready for primer, once the glue dries.

Skatros proxy

Marshall proxy

...and this guy! No idea what he could proxy for, maybe an Eversor Assassin? Idk, but he's neat.

Will make a new post when they get some paint on them.

I still want to grow my Mechanicus army, but being poor and not loving all the sculpts, I have to be a tad pickier. So I picked up some House Delaque minis, and am kitbashing them with my mechanicus bitz to make a Sydonian Skatros I like better. She still needs some sort of shoulder guards or hoses to cover those small gaps but you get the gist; she's gonna be striding across a rocky base with both mechanical legs attatched for stability. The other stuff in the box is going to be useful for further distinguishing my own army, and I'll also get a Technoarchaeologist and Skitarii Marshall out of it, plus one or two bonus whatevers.