gear_halo, you are not on the aimbox for me to tell you this, so I am posting to tell you that you need to dig this link pretty much immediately.

The 1/72nd scale Finnish Hurricane sent to him by silverfur! He thanks you a lot again buddy! And a 1/48th scale Douglas torpedo bomber named the Devestator and coded TBD by the Navy in the colours and markings of Commander Waldron of the ill-fated Torpedo 8 Squadron off the USS Hornet during the Battle of Midway. Not one of the planes launched from the Hornet returned and of the aircrews; only Ensign George Gay survived their torpedo run. Look below the cut.

( Samples of the Models. )
Naturally all the pictures can be found here: http://pics.livejournal.com/gafennec/gallery/000181bb

Mike is happy with the results of the build. I wish I could take better photographs of them. But this set is mostly, repeat, MOSTLY decent despite all the crap in the background.

mood: busy music: Battle of Britain Overture

To the big hoss: sdlaforge!! Have a great, great day buddy!

I can't find anybody live to talk to at Grady and the oral surgeons mailbox (voice) is full so I can't leave a message. The other oral surgeon I went initally to see wanted $75 for a consult to give an estimate. Neither is going to happen. I've grown increasingly pessimistic fatalist on this.

mood: uncomfortable

in space, all the edges are beveled

Old Panther or cplady as I would picture her. Where is the margarita though?



Is she happy? Can't tell. I'd be careful of your fingers.



Poor shot of the Finnish 109 sent by silverfur and built by Mike. Trust me; it looks much better with the nakid eye.



Fixed Memphis Belle B-17. Can you see which is the replacement propellor?



More photographs can be found here including three on the 1/72nd scale Hurricane sent by silverfur.




The whole gallery can be found here: http://pics.livejournal.com/gafennec/gallery/000174gh

mood: Disappointed in my photography music: Margaritaville - Jimmy Buffet

to upload images so I can post here of the Finnish BF-190G6 sent by silverfur for Mike's birthday. He got it built and took some photos of it. Also took a photo of the fixed Memphis Belle B-17. The one that Lwyerdude bought that was battle damaged by cats. Mike found a replacement set of propellor and an antenna for the spin. I also made a couple of photos that cplady would find amusing. It's a figurine Mike bought ages ago of a black panther lounging in the tree. As soon as I can figure out why the system is being poopy and not wanting to admit that the camera is attached; I'll upload them for your approval.

mood: frustrated music: Hello Muddah; Hello Faddah - Al Sherman

I am, right now, as one of my sergeants puts it, "TAB-y" Basically meaning Tired And Bitchy. I'm totally exhausted beyond what is normal and reasonable.

I worked 16 hours on Friday, an unexpected 16 hours last night, got a few hours of sleep and came back to work another 8 hours today, going to go home and sleep another few hours just to come back and work another 16 hours tomorrow.

I wasn't expecting this crazy onslaught of work-work-work! So now I'm achy, tired, and cranky, and have to work 24 hours in the next 32 hours. f*ck me...

I can't wait for Vegas... I'm taking Annie for her birthday next week. Can't wait to finally have some alone time... and be away from .. from...

THIS!! GAAAAAAHHHHH!!!

mood: exhausted tags: overtime, overworked

We were cleaning up today, clearing the floor so I could vacuum. Our Fiona has a preoccupation with feathers so naturally our floor has several of them on it. Con took those feathers and covered the baby with them. :) She doesn't look amused. :)

location: home sweet home mood: cheerful tags: fidorranix

I hope you have a great, great day today Loopyzanner!!

Cut for those who don't care. Remember this review is curtesy of Lawyerdude. He donated the materials to me.

( Piddling stuff; classes will be done next review. )

Next time the review will be on classes.

mood: accomplished music: Dos Equs commercial

I dreamt that I had a half-latino/half-polynesian girlfriend, beautiful too, who was a bit of a flirt and tease, but cared for me a lot. But you had all these silly men trying to impress her. One (think surfer dude) had his valet/butler bring over various exotic dishes and drinks. He then came over to impress her by eating some of them, Then I had some paper trash in his hand and about to throw it away when surfer dude grabbed it and ate it without looking at what it was. He then got a funny look on his face and said 'What was that?'. At that point I started to laugh and woke myself up. Sigh. If it was only true.

mood: awake music: Sound of Lawn Mowers

I know I had at least one dream while under the mask. So hopefully the sleep doctor will prescribe something to keep me in beata sleep. Otherwise all is bleh.

mood: blah

"One little compliment can make you feel amazing. So give me a compliment, anything in the entire world, even that my shoelaces are pretty. Put this in your journal. And once you get some comments, put that entry in a memory or tag and when you are feeling down, just go to that entry and this will remind that you're not so bad in other people's eyes after all."

As explained on FM. :)

The Earth stopped sucking so people floated off into space and became the 12 colonies of Man. They created the toasters to fix them breakfast and the toasters got tired of making oatmeal every damn day so they rebelled for Cream of Wheat. The toasters and humans fought many years till they settled on a peace treaty by agreeing to Pop Tarts. Yet it was all a cunning plan by the toasters. The Pop Tarts were poisoned. The only survivors were those who clung to the tradition of eating only oatmeal. So the surviving humans fleeing the Pop Tart weilding toasters and the new toasters who looked like humans, but had 2 slots in the back. The human looking toasters mingled with the humans, but never wore low back cut dresses or shirts. Finally one old man who was running a museum of ancient breakfast utinsils remembered a legend. A place where you could have grits, or bacon and eggs for breakfast. So he took the last humans to find that planet. With the toasters in persuit.

mood: silly music: Some tune I can't remember the name of.