So, I'm painting some T-34's up and as I'm painting the turret. when all the sudden the turret fell out of the snips i was holding it with. Low and behold i had not realized my little kitten had curled up underneath my feet like most nights when I'm up stairs painting. well tonight was a little different as i watched the turret fall it landed right in the middle of the cats back. well with wet paint and a startled cat I then spent the next ten minutes chasing the cat through the house. Finally I recovered the turret from the cat's fur. Kind of funny I hope maybe some of you get a chuckle out of this. Anyone got any interesting stories when it comes to modeling?
FMJ
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Good Story!
One story - my 2 cats had taken a liking to my old office shelves and had upset a chunk of plywood I use for priming on. The minis flipped over and fell everywhere. My daughter- knowing I would be upset, picked most of them up and placed them back on the shelf but not on the wood. I didnt notice they had been upset for a week. Turns out there where about 20 or so that managed to fall right into - you guessed it - the garbage! Buried under a ton of pampers I presume.
Also, about 5 years ago, I primed up about 50 vehicles for a customer and had left them outside on the same scrap of plywood. I came back to collect them, after an hour and the wind had blown the wood over onto the lawn! AaaaK!
I spent the next 2 hours searching and recoverd all but 2 turrets. And wouldn't you know, I found them a couple days later when I was messing with the lawn mower (usually the wifes job!)
Ive had many trails and tribs involving minis - too many to recall but suffice to say, I can identify with your hairy turret!
Troy
One story - my 2 cats had taken a liking to my old office shelves and had upset a chunk of plywood I use for priming on. The minis flipped over and fell everywhere. My daughter- knowing I would be upset, picked most of them up and placed them back on the shelf but not on the wood. I didnt notice they had been upset for a week. Turns out there where about 20 or so that managed to fall right into - you guessed it - the garbage! Buried under a ton of pampers I presume.
Also, about 5 years ago, I primed up about 50 vehicles for a customer and had left them outside on the same scrap of plywood. I came back to collect them, after an hour and the wind had blown the wood over onto the lawn! AaaaK!
I spent the next 2 hours searching and recoverd all but 2 turrets. And wouldn't you know, I found them a couple days later when I was messing with the lawn mower (usually the wifes job!)
Ive had many trails and tribs involving minis - too many to recall but suffice to say, I can identify with your hairy turret!
Troy
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When I was in 10th grade in high school (we are talking WAAAYYY back in history, now...), I was in a math class with some very particular characters. The leader of the "pack" was AJ, a bit of a class clown ... a good looking and "dashing" senior with a goatee, an accomplished cartoonist, who was fairly loud with his particular brand of well developed humor. He had quite a following in the school.
One of his "followers" was a less humorous character, Phil. Phil liked to hang with AJ and his crowd. But Phil was not so quick witted. Just big.
One day Phil got on my case. I can't recall what it was about. Probably just that my existance offended him, or perhaps it was that I was at the same level in math, though two years his junior in school, or some such. Anyways, he was on my case. P'd me off.
Now, just prior to that I had received a mail-order shipment of micro armor from Skytrex in England. I had ordered up lots of items sight-unseen, as they were inexpensive and Skytrex offered models that I had never seen in the GHQ selection at my local hobby shop. Unfortunately, the quality of the Skytrex models was so terrible that I was not even able to tell what some of them were supposed to be. Ugh. I was hardly willing to spend time painting them up for the gaming table, so I decided to turn most of them into battlefield wrecks. But I had preserved a few to try some kit-bashing.
Among the items I had ordered up was a full brigade of SU-76s. One of my first kit-bashing efforts was to try to make some SU-37 SPAAGs. The models were just plain ugly, blocky castings with superstructure walls so thick there was almost no interior to the open-topped fighting compartment. The gun barrels were pins that had been stuck into the lead and snipped to the (not very consistant) approximately correct length. I filed off the corners of the square SU-76 superstructure to make it more triangular, then rounded the back corners a bit to make it look more like a traversable turret. I removed the lead mantlet from around the gun barrels, and using needle-nosed pliers I bent the pins (the gun barrels) upward to about a 70* angle. Well, OK, certainly not a piece of art, but my oppenent had scratch-built Stukas and HS-129s, and I needed SOMETHING, so they could serve.
So how do these two threads connect? Well, Phil really ticked me off. But he was a LOT bigger than I was, so what was I to do? The next day, I brought one of my ham-fisted SU-37s, and put it on his seat before class. He came in just as the bell rang (as always), sat down, and immediately jumped-up with a howl, setting off some general hilarity in the class. Our teacher, a former Commander in the USN, a tall and dignified southern gentleman, looked down over his glasses and drawled out "Y'all sound like a pack of MAGpies! Phillip, what is this all about?" Phil produced the little tank, and said "Someone put this on my chair!"... and then pointed at me and said: "HE DID IT!". AJ, the pack leader, looked at it and said "Wail ain't that cute? Its a little tank! Phil, you done been poked by the TANK!"
From that day forward I was called "the TANK". Name stuck with me throughout high school, into college, and my old friends still call me that.
One of his "followers" was a less humorous character, Phil. Phil liked to hang with AJ and his crowd. But Phil was not so quick witted. Just big.
One day Phil got on my case. I can't recall what it was about. Probably just that my existance offended him, or perhaps it was that I was at the same level in math, though two years his junior in school, or some such. Anyways, he was on my case. P'd me off.
Now, just prior to that I had received a mail-order shipment of micro armor from Skytrex in England. I had ordered up lots of items sight-unseen, as they were inexpensive and Skytrex offered models that I had never seen in the GHQ selection at my local hobby shop. Unfortunately, the quality of the Skytrex models was so terrible that I was not even able to tell what some of them were supposed to be. Ugh. I was hardly willing to spend time painting them up for the gaming table, so I decided to turn most of them into battlefield wrecks. But I had preserved a few to try some kit-bashing.
Among the items I had ordered up was a full brigade of SU-76s. One of my first kit-bashing efforts was to try to make some SU-37 SPAAGs. The models were just plain ugly, blocky castings with superstructure walls so thick there was almost no interior to the open-topped fighting compartment. The gun barrels were pins that had been stuck into the lead and snipped to the (not very consistant) approximately correct length. I filed off the corners of the square SU-76 superstructure to make it more triangular, then rounded the back corners a bit to make it look more like a traversable turret. I removed the lead mantlet from around the gun barrels, and using needle-nosed pliers I bent the pins (the gun barrels) upward to about a 70* angle. Well, OK, certainly not a piece of art, but my oppenent had scratch-built Stukas and HS-129s, and I needed SOMETHING, so they could serve.
So how do these two threads connect? Well, Phil really ticked me off. But he was a LOT bigger than I was, so what was I to do? The next day, I brought one of my ham-fisted SU-37s, and put it on his seat before class. He came in just as the bell rang (as always), sat down, and immediately jumped-up with a howl, setting off some general hilarity in the class. Our teacher, a former Commander in the USN, a tall and dignified southern gentleman, looked down over his glasses and drawled out "Y'all sound like a pack of MAGpies! Phillip, what is this all about?" Phil produced the little tank, and said "Someone put this on my chair!"... and then pointed at me and said: "HE DID IT!". AJ, the pack leader, looked at it and said "Wail ain't that cute? Its a little tank! Phil, you done been poked by the TANK!"
From that day forward I was called "the TANK". Name stuck with me throughout high school, into college, and my old friends still call me that.
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A while a go i had dark green carpet were i had my work table and i dropped some freshly painted but dry Bedford trucks so when i picked them up i was 1 short so after about 15 minutes trying to find it i gave.
Two weeks later i am doing something else in the room and i look down and there it is
and it hadn't even been stepped on
mike
Two weeks later i am doing something else in the room and i look down and there it is
and it hadn't even been stepped on
mike
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These are all pretty good stories... I wish I had something equally humorous to pass along. But all I can offer is that we have a rather large (97 pounds / just over 44 kilos) yellow Labrador Retriever who sheds constantly, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. I often find when I've taken a picture of some of my terrain to post and share -- I either have to get some tweezers and remove an "offending" Labrador hair and take the picture over, or retouch the photo before posting to "remove" the hair that way.
Too bad he sheds so much... otherwise, he'd be darned near perfect! I thought about dipping him in shellac, but have been advised that that would not be a good idea...
(Just kidding, just kidding -- I'd never do anything that might hurt him... well, not counting an occasional swat when he gets into the trash and scatters it all over the place!)
Regards,
Tom Stockton
Too bad he sheds so much... otherwise, he'd be darned near perfect! I thought about dipping him in shellac, but have been advised that that would not be a good idea...
(Just kidding, just kidding -- I'd never do anything that might hurt him... well, not counting an occasional swat when he gets into the trash and scatters it all over the place!)Regards,
Tom Stockton
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A cat burned down his garage
I work with a guy who takes great delight in telling this story to anyone who hasnt heard it before. I am trying to remember all the details, but here is what I can remember about how his cat burned down his garage when he was a kid.
He and his brother were bored one day and for some reason (they were about 5 & 7 years old) they decided to start throwing lit matches at the cat. I don't encourage or endorse this...just reciting a story. One of the matches caught the cats fur on fire. Big surprise there! Anyways, the cat takes off running, well, like a cat that is on fire. It runs into the garage, knocks over a can of gasoline and on the way out of the garage, lights the spilled gasoline on fire. The fire quickly spreads and since they were living in Kankakee, IL on a farm at the time, it took a while for the local volunteer fire department to show up and put out the fire.
I worked with him and his dad and his dad says that its a true story. He used that story in school whenever he had to write a paper or give a speech. Never really understood what 2 young boys were doing with matches to begin with, but it is a funny story. Oh, the cat was unharmed. He ran off and extinguished his burning fur. The boys on the other hand got a bit of a whoopin.
He and his brother were bored one day and for some reason (they were about 5 & 7 years old) they decided to start throwing lit matches at the cat. I don't encourage or endorse this...just reciting a story. One of the matches caught the cats fur on fire. Big surprise there! Anyways, the cat takes off running, well, like a cat that is on fire. It runs into the garage, knocks over a can of gasoline and on the way out of the garage, lights the spilled gasoline on fire. The fire quickly spreads and since they were living in Kankakee, IL on a farm at the time, it took a while for the local volunteer fire department to show up and put out the fire.
I worked with him and his dad and his dad says that its a true story. He used that story in school whenever he had to write a paper or give a speech. Never really understood what 2 young boys were doing with matches to begin with, but it is a funny story. Oh, the cat was unharmed. He ran off and extinguished his burning fur. The boys on the other hand got a bit of a whoopin.