swimming eagle

Finally! I think he's finished.

Ric's awesome stat sheet can be viewed here...

Thanks(/blame) Ricalope, for making me a wicked 200-point furball of ranting poetic justice!

"I've been an academic, I've been a sage, I've been a rock star. Nothing beats the direct action of applying withering flames to killers and degenerate monsters. I don't care if there's no audience - this is art.

"Life out here in the diaspora soup is like a drug. It's so ruthless and cacophonic that only humans with a shamanic tendency can survive here, let alone go on to be gregarious among its horrors and its unearthly beauties...

"But nothing here is courteous to the human brain. That's why I let go of being entirely human.

"This is deranged. This is 'not completely real'. This is strolling sexily down the ramp of a stolen Land Raider out into the blazing sun and flying dust with a rictus grin on your face and a huge and lethal gun in your hands, and expecting your opposite numbers are grinning too...

"I want to smoke a cigarette in the slag of Isstvan. I want to feel the scorching rays of a double sun, bouncing off my mirrorshades. I want to feel my cat-ears plastered to my head in a Zeta windstorm.

"I want to spread this incendiary truth as wide as my smile."

Catland Is Coming

A Eerie Site

The cryptic sight below inspired me to start taking pictures last evening. In hobbyland these mysterious conformations form spontaneously, of collections of tiny, tiny objects...

Skinks. Wee hee hee! Lookit them all run around. (aka sorting by colour)


Yes, last night was Art Night in the Cat household.

I now have a small Goblin army. Heh?!?

Being able to manifest models, and indeed, sometimes armies, apparently out of thin air is one of the greatest advantages of a large bitz collection...

I'm starting to be proud of my Vampire Counts.

peace and love, CAT