Space Marine Transport MOC

Finished off this Space MOC I’ve been fiddling with.  As usual, I am missing all of the right pieces in the right colors.  I think it could also use more and better greebling.

Space Marine Transport

Space Marine Transport

You can see here how I’m missing the red curved piece; I actually have three of those in red, but not the mirrored piece for the other side.  I’m sure its buried somewhere but I wanted to finish it so I could harvest these pieces for other projects.  Actually, this whole MOC started with the front bit…the window portion turned sideways with the curved parts holding it in place.  I may come back to this window configuration for another MOC but turn it vertical instead and see how that turns out.

Back left view of Space Marine Transport

Back left view of Space Marine Transport

You can see the old dark greys mixed in with the newer dark greys.  Greebling looks kind of random to me.  Originally the wings were going to be different, but they just ended up like this.

Back right view of Space Marine Transport

Back right view of Space Marine Transport

Sparse greebling on this side.  I thought the engines turned out okay; I was playing around with using two “wheel wells” together and seeing how that would look framing the engine bits.  I actually saw someone else using the pieces in this way for a building and was intrigued.

 

Right side of Space Marine Transport

Right and under side of Space Marine Transport

A view from somewhat underneath showing the angles used.  I think it would look better if the red angled “striping” in the middle extended all the way back.  Maybe next time.

Left side of Space Marine Transport

Left side of Space Marine Transport

Left side of Space Marine Transport with open hatch

Left side of Space Marine Transport with open hatch

Right side of Space Marine Transport with open hatch

Right side of Space Marine Transport with open hatch

 

Top view of Space Marine Transport

Top view of Space Marine Transport

I’m happy with the overall basic shape of the MOC but not so much the wings.  Without some kind of wings, it felt kind of awkward.  Again, you can see how it could use more greebling.

Top view of Space Marine Transport with top removed

Top view of Space Marine Transport with top removed

The framework of the Transport and interior.  The interior has pretty much no greebling whatsoever; but there wasn’t a lot of room for it.  Spacing was a little off on the “benches” so I had to stagger the Space Marines.

Back interior of Space Marine Transport

Back interior of Space Marine Transport

You can see I didn’t have any more of the right color arches.  Also, the half heart hose greeble in the back there.

Front interior, cockpit, of Space Marine Transport

Front interior, cockpit, of Space Marine Transport

There is actually more to be seen than shows up here.  A lot of instrument panels are hidden, but again, it could still use more greebling.  I probably should have taken more shots as it was being built to see things more clearly.

Overall, its ok.  It was mostly an experiment with the window pieces that turned into a transport.  Next time will be better planned out and probably turned vertical.

Space Marine Transport stop-motion-video

I finished a space MOC I’ve been fiddling with for a while and thought I would try out some stop motion video with some basic software.  It’s pretty basic, but the program was a lot easier and quicker than I thought it would be.  Next time I’ll take a little more time to make it look nicer.  For now, just testing out how it looks on here and how it views online.  More pictures of the MOC to follow.

Serving Size

When I buy a bottle or can of soda, energy drink, juice, whatever, I do notice the little icon down there telling me how many calories I’m about to ingest.  Sometimes, it will even impact what I end up deciding to purchase.  Once I’ve purchased my beverage of choice, that’s when I usually notice the smaller print saying, “XXX calories per serving”…and then on the back it will say something ridiculous like, “approximately 3.7 servings per can/bottle”.  Really?  I’m not going to drink only a little of this tiny bottle and save the rest for later; I’m certainly not going to do that with a can.  If the beverage is carbonated, its a particularly bad idea.  I don’t drink Pepsi as everyone knows that once you open a Pepsi, it has an approximate carbonation life of 4 seconds before going flat, but even I know that putting a can of carbonated soda back in the refrigerator is a bad idea.  No, when I buy a bottle or can, I’m going to drink all of it.  Be a hero and tell me how many calories are in there in its entirety because I’m going to drink it all in one go.

Bacon is Bacon

The other day I went to the cafeteria to get my once in a while ham and bacon omelet.  When I got there, they had “updated” everything.  Instead of talking to someone to make your order, you use a little touch screen kiosk to send it back to the grill.  That way, you don’t have to actually talk to someone I guess.  Yay, technology.

I decided to go ahead and give it a try.  I found that they still offered omelets, so I clicked on the omelet to customize it.  They had egg whites, good.  Next step, meat.  Where is the ham and bacon…ham and bacon…ham and bacon?  No ham or bacon.  No piggy meats at all.  Chicken sausage?  No ham?  No bacon?  Wait, what does that say…turkey bacon?

There is no such thing as turkey bacon.  It is either turkey or it is bacon.  We can make technological advances so we don’t ever need to talk to someone face to face but I’m pretty sure we haven’t figured out how to cross-breed a turkey with a pig.  Turkey bacon is not bacon in any way.  It is dried out, wooden turkey flesh made to resemble a sad, sick looking strip of bacon.  Call it something else, turkey flat slabs or whatever…they have turkey jerky, and that’s okay…at least you know what it is.  Calling something turkey bacon makes you think it could maybe taste a little like bacon, but no.  I call you a liar.  Turkey bacon is an abomination, a sick twisted farce of everything that makes breakfast worth eating.

I leave you with this.  If you asked for a ham sandwich and someone slipped you a turkey sandwich, how would you feel?  Betrayed?  Angry?  What if the person who glibly handed off a turkey sandwich then told you that turkey is healthier for you or that it tastes pretty much the same?  I rest my case.

October 5, 2013: the worst day

Saturday, October the 5th, 2013 was the worst day of the world ever, according to my oldest son.  He woke up somewhere around 11pm and wandered into our bedroom to ask if it was daytime yet.  Nope, not yet…back to bed.  Somewhere around 5am, my wife woke up to the sound of crying.  It was my oldest son, crying in his room.  When she asked him why he was crying he said, “I’m crying because it is taking too long for the sun to come up.  This night is too long!  This is the worst day!”

Normally, that would be end of the story, but not with my son.  A week later, he was sitting on the couch having a snack.  I was in and out of the room doing some cleaning and when I came back, he was sobbing and crying.  I asked him what was wrong, but I couldn’t understand him through all the tears and sobbing.  All I could see was him pulling at his pant leg, I thought maybe he had stepped on something.  No, he didn’t step on anything…he eventually calmed down to tell me that, “On October the 5th Mom didn’t put a band-aid on the scratches of my leg.  She only put a band-aid on my elbow”.  I asked him if his leg was okay or if it was still injured.  He told me it was still bleeding and damaged.  Upon closer inspection, there were no scars or cuts of course.  “I guess it got better,” he lamented.

Normally, that would be the end of the story, but…not with my son.  After another week had passed, my wife found him crying again.  When he calmed down enough to be understood he told her, “I’m crying because on October the 5th I couldn’t catch anyone when we played tag at the playground!”.  My wife consoled him and he seemed fine afterward.  Then, we remembered that true enough, October the 5th was a Saturday and we had gone to the park, we had played hide-and-seek, and he did fall down and get scratches.

No further incidents have occurred, but I imagine that at some point, we’ll hear more about why “October the 5th, 2013 was the worst day”.