Normal service will resume. Shortly.
Normal service will resume. Shortly.
Because we all know that I’m the slowest modder in the world I’m not listing what needs doing, as I’ll not get round to it all anyway…
Instead, I’ll show you all what I’m up to now!
“Great Scott, man. What have you done?” I hear you cry.
Fear not citizen, everything is fine and going according to plan. Just like Cadia.
I got the blast bazooka a few months ago and knew it needed to be turned into a clip system capable blaster…So here we are. There’s going to be a huge amount of deadspace in this setup, but I’ll live with it. Don’t have more to show you on this, as my dremmel ran out of juice and I’m not using a handsaw, as I’m not a pauper.
Oh, and I’ve not updated in a month cause I ONLY GONE AND GOT MESELF A BLOODY JOB!
Till next time
Sometimes it really doesn’t rain, but pour.
Our “friendly” neighbourhood crazy militant vegans are claiming this was all part of their grand scheme…and vegans wonder why people think they’re crazy, because…?
So on my non-porn-internet travels of late* I found this.
So Peta, self appointed arbiters of…whatever bullshit they’re peddling this week, have written to Geedubbs’ CEO Mr Rountree (all hail his name) asking that all fur is removed from their models…what?
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Upon developments of late, and with the death of my subordinate, two things made themselves clear:
For these reasons I have chosen to pen the following. What follows is from my lifetime of lessons learnt, truths faced, and wisdom earned from my time within the Ordos Hereticus and Xenos. Some will call a large portion of this missive “radical” or even “heretical.” I would have myself, before my centuries of service in the Ordo Xenos. I challenge these detractors to look over my record and doings, to find where my work has been against His will or betterment, or the betterment of His people. They surely will be found wanting for evidence unforthcoming. Continue reading “Inquisitor Viscerion to Sector Conclave Tempestus”
So I’ve not done one of these in a while. The last ones were STD (to “Let it be”) and Big Girls ain’t Beautiful (a Lancashire hotpots style of Mika’s…‘song’ of a similar name).
So, without further ado, jazz it up for:
(Seriously, pretend Bublé or Sinatra is singing)
There was Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen,
No more Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen,
But do you recall
The most vicious reindeer of all? Continue reading “Rudolph spoof.”
Before we begin,
1 – I am in no way defending the actions of that man. He murdered a public servant in cold blood for political reasons. The definition of terrorism. I am talking here about the continued misuse of the term “alt-right”
2 – You have to entertain the wild notion that you could be wrong in your preconceptions about the Alt-Right
Continue reading “You’re not right: Alt-Right isn’t far-right… Right?”
So after an unintended hiatus, “What’s new, you Herculean demonstration of Manliness?” I hear you cry, and multiple remindings off Kib…
Yes, that’s a delicious pun. And no, it’s not mine. I am somewhat jealous.
On the 13th Kib, Arthur and I went to Grim up Nerf 8 in Farsley* for some foam darty goodness. So after a long while driving, we arrived at the Mormon Church. It’s ok, Arthur didn’t burst into flames or require permission to enter the premises or anything.
We were greeted with an 8 year old or two entering the building. Ah. Oh well, we soldiered on and went to get checked in and sign a declaration of “if I be gets hurted I not sue” and found some other adults to hang around with. We were 3 of the 4 unaccompanied adults of the day, but there were a fair few other people that should probably know better so we didn’t feel out of place. The age split was really quite good. 20 or so little’uns and 10 or so adults. Or more accurately 6 adults and 4 or 5 grown men that should probably know better.