It's Aliiiiiiiive!

Not an overtly Christmasy image, but the child on skis is gazing at a particular bright star in the heavens.

Blaaggh. I have caught The Grand Duchess' nasty cold, and have felt crummy for the last 24 hours or so. However, I finally pulled myself out of bed, showered, shaved, put on clean crisp pajamas and some Gray Flannel aftershave before staggering down here to Zum Stollenkeller with a second mug of coffee. I might just make it after all. The curative powers of a warm shower and a shave.

Hopefully, I'll feel like sitting down to the paiting table for a bit this evening and playing that small solo game on New Year's Eve tomorrow. I've been thinking of a simple Featherstone scenario with two infantry regiments, a cavalry squadron, and a gun each. You know. Just to test the water and push some lead around the table for a couple of hours in a low stakes game.

-- Stokes

Comments

Der Alte Fritz said…

Orange juice (vitamin C) and lots of water will help.

2:22 PM

marinergrim said…

Hope you recover quickly. I’ve always believed in the restorative powers of a single malt over a cold.

4:07 PM

WSTKS-FM Worldwide said…

Thanks for the tips, men. I've enjoyed two big glasses of cold OJ today, and the single malt sounds like just the thing before bedtime. At the very least, it will knock me out.

Best Regards,

Stokes

5:46 PM

Presenting the Anspach-Bayreuth Kuirassiere!!!

Here they are, with the rearmost nine figures still drying, three squadrons of the Anspach-Bayreuth Kuirassiere, now in the service of the Grand Duchy of Stollen. And now, it's onto that artillery!

And It's the End of September!!!

Saxony's Ploetz Cuirassiers, an illustration lifted from the Kronoskaf website, which has thus far guided my spectacularly glacial painting of 30 28mm Eureka Saxon cuirassiers purchased all the way back in October 2016. A gray, cool Saturday here in Mid-Michigan with rain in the forecast. The Grand Duchess is away at a conference, so it's just "The Boys" here at home. The Young Master (almost 15) has retreated to his room for something or other following breakfast while I have stolen back down here to Zum Stollenkeller (masquerading as my office) with a second mug of coffee and both cats comfortably ensconced nearby. Enjoying the late morning and still in my pajamas! Not much planned for today beyond designing a couple of promotional flyers for workshops my department is presenting (small parties we will throw?) in October and November. With maybe a bit of on the next podcast script. More important, I am toying with the idea of returning for an hour or...

Happy September 2nd!!!

T his weekend, the question of what, precisely, constitutes an "imagination" came up in an online forum of which I am a part. To be fair, the issue originates from further afield in a Facebook group that I am not a member of, but I weighed in with my own view. The following was in response to the question posed yesterday (Sunday) morning by an exasperated member of my own rather more gentlemanly town square, who had been met with a strident response to information he shared about his (admirable) hobby activities on said FB group. Here is, more or less, what I wrote: To my mind, the concept of imagi-nation(s) is a broad one. It can range from historical refights or what-if scenarios/battles/campaigns between armies of a particular era, to completely made up combatants operating in a quasi-historical setting, to the rather generic red and blue forces of the Prussian Kriegspiel that examine a particular tactical problem, task, or exercise. ...

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