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Wouldn't hurt her nearly as bad. She throws out her own stuff all the time. She's utterly unable to become attached to stuff, the way we men do. Not a trace of attachment to things. But I DID do something that'll get her. When I came home from hospital on June 1, there was a big pile of food in the middle of the kitchen floor. We have a lazy suzan deal in the kitchen cabinets and the rotating hinge thing at the top broke years ago so you have to jiggle the snot out of the thing to open or close it. While I was in hospital, she called a handyman of some sort to come fix it, and took all the food therein out and piled it on the floor. The handyman came, evidently, said he needed something to fix it, left, and never came back. The food has been sitting right there in the middle of the floor for six and a half months. (I took this pic yesterday.) Incredibly, THIS pile doesn't seem to bother her. I got tired of walking into it, so this morning I put all the food back in the lazy suzan and appropriated those two big boxes for the diecasts I'm gonna Snake-Fu in the next two weeks, BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (The broken lazy suzan door is just visible at top center of this pic.)

I did not know that. First time I've heard there was such a rule. Maybe the rule was made while I was in the hospital a while back. I apologize.

Here's the latest toy show glue bomb I bought, a couple months ago. '61 (?) Ranchero promo, mild custom. The black paint looks pretty well done and I think it will polish out nicely. I'm not wild about the red bed, but I can fix that with some rattlecan matte or semigloss black. The bullet taillights are not to my taste, but those can be easily replaced. Could use some better wheels and tires, too. And of course it needs a grille of some kind, but I should be able to come up with something--the custom front and rear pans mean I can put just about anything that will fit in there, or even scratchbuild a "tube" grille. Looking forward to making this my first post-stroke Snake-Fu "rescue."

Well, most of 'em will never have to worry about signing a paycheck.

Last week I re-watched both Napoleon Dynamite and Little Miss Sunshine for the first time since they were new. Both movies really hold up and in fact I thought they were better than the first time. Oddly, the climax of both movies is a "special" dance that nobody--not the characters nor the audience--saw coming. Snakeworthy, both of them. Yesterday I watched Amsterdam on HBO/MAX. It's an absolutely amazing, breathtaking movie that, I'll admit, took 20 or 30 minutes to get into. Some GREAT performances including cameos by Chris Rock and Mike Meyers, and--spoiler alert--if you've ever wanted to see Taylor Swift get run over by a truck, THIS is your movie! (A real how-did-they-DO-THAT??? moment.) Double-Secret Very Most Hella Way Snakeworthy!

And while we're on the subject, more or less, one of my alltime pet peeves is using an apostrophe in the possessive "its." "It's" means "it is." "Its" means "belonging to it." And why is there no apostrophe in the possessive its? I can teach you this in about ten seconds and you'll own it forever. Ready? Here are the possessive pronouns: My/mine Your/yours Our/ours His Her/hers Their/theirs Its Do you see it? There are no apostrophes in ANY of them. So, for uniformity, there is no apostrophe in "its." Now you own it forever. Here endeth the lesson. Go and sin no more.

I had the stuff piled up on the dining room table and she'd been after me for months to clean it off, so I can't really be mad at her about that--it was 99% my fault and I'm not even gonna discuss that with her. We WILL be having words, however, about the original 1:1 scale '69 Camaro Rally Sport grille and four original, correct-stamped '69 Camaro 15x7 Rally Wheels (with tires) that were minding their own bidness in the garage, not in her way at all, which she threw away. That STILL pisses me off, and always will. Meanwhile, as the old saying goes, "When the cat's away, the mice build their model cars all over the gorram dining room table."

Mission accomplished! And may I say, Walmart doesn't make that stuff easy to find anymore.

Thanks, Keyser. I appreciate your friendship more than you know. Model on!

When I had my stroke last April and spent two months in hospital, The Lovely Mrs. Snake took advantage of the opportunity to box up all my modeling stuff and put it out in the garage shed. This so depressed me that I haven't touched a model since, and was beginning to think I never would again. Well, she went on vacation to her home country for three weeks last week. Yesterday I got in the mood to go out in the shed and try to find my stuff. I dragged three likely looking boxes into the house. Today I started going through one of them and so far have found at least half of my essential modeling tools and paints. I have hopes of actually laying tools on something--most likely, a quick Snake-Fu job on a diecast--in the next couple days, and with a little luck I could have six or eight diecasts Snake-Fued by the time TLMS gets home. One thing I haven't found is my beloved Wrights Silver Cream. Oh well, that stuff's cheap and I can run out and buy some more tomorrow. TLMS isn't going to like this when she gets home. Good. Let HER be depressed for a while.

I agree. Wonder where to get it/what it costs.

Yes, I have one of those too, somewhere--IIRC mine is red.

Very cool! With some luck, by this time next week, mine will look at least as good as yours! I'm planning to add the wheel knockoffs from a common AMT '63 kit. Are you going to chrome or otherwise detail your hood vents? I'm still thinking about how to deal with that.

And here they are. Had a fit of industry today and took some pics. Even better, went out to the shed and found two large cardboard boxes that I THINK might hold most if not all of my tools, paints, and other modeling materials. Brought them in the house. Hope to get around to going through them and sorting stuff out in the next few days. Wish me luck.

Pretty cool! But IMHO it would be even cooler if the P-47 were tilted up on its left wing, as if it were banking around the pylon. Which reminds me of a funny story in Chuck Yeager's book.

We now live in a world where I cannot tell if this is parody/satire or a Real Thing.

I had a similar problem a few months ago. It took numerous emails and phone calls and many hours to get it sorted out, but they finally did get it right.

I wondered if you were offering me a solution to my blister-pack complaint.

Was that for me or NOBLNG?

For a second there, I thought that was Lizzo.

Blister packaging. Just bought a pair of LED flashlights at Walmart. $12 for the pair, and batteries included--not a bad deal in today's world. But it took me 10-15 minutes to liberate the things from their plastic sarcophagus, using a very sharp serrated steak knife. I swear, I think I'm gonna set up my Dremel with a cutoff saw for this task.