Ace-Garageguy

Kits are mostly a lot of bodged messes waiting to happen.

Or as some of my cohorts used to say "(blank) 'em all, let God sort 'em out".

Nice nice nice nice nice.

Happiness can be found, in part, by being thankful for simple things like the feel of a hot shower at the end of a hard day, or the colors in a sunrise.

Looks great. Clean clean clean. And a much better job of fitting the hood to the cowl and radiator shell than most builders seem to be able to manage; looks perfect, actually.

Seam sealer is often left off during collision repairs by lazy...or just stoopid...shop personnel.

"Over and out" gets a whole new meaning.

Forever is almost as long as two more years are going to seem.

You, sir, are a very wise man.

Great looking model. It's builds like this that are stirring my interest in possibly modeling that period of NASCAR.

Sadly, it's my generation of parents who started the trend towards helpless privileged-without-responsibility offspring, and their offspring who started the whole ludicrous "everyone's a winner" routine. So what you have now is a bunch of whiners who can't take responsibility for anything, and need their failures to be somebody else's fault, because of course it can't be the fault of a perfect, unique little snowflake. Funny about the "Do you want comfort or a solution?" thing too. Used to be women whiners wanted primarily comfort, while men would generally offer solutions. At least that was the stereotype, and for good reason...and a big thing women used to complain about regarding men. But in the increasingly low-T world we now inhabit, it's often difficult to find any behavioral differences between "men" and spoiled little girls from generations ago.

Today's irk...current women's "vanity sizing". I have a female significant other who hasn't ballooned up to look like a hippo standing on its hind legs. I know her taste, what she looks good in, and I've been trying to shop for her for Christmas. Unfortunately, the sizes I used to be familiar with when shopping for women's gift clothing have no relation to the sizes put on garments today. In many cases, today's "small" used to be pleasantly plump, "medium" would have been for a woman who was, let's just say "stout", and todays "large" would fit a pregnant manatee. The number sizes are equally all out of control. A woman's "size 0" garment with a 28 inch waist? Really? Makes it kinda difficult to shop online if no measurements are given (just sizes that may or may not have any relation to reality), or without taking a tape measure to the mall...and boy, will that get you some funny looks.

Period "what if?" builds are my favorite.

Gustation should never be confused with gestation.

Master Box makes several 1/24 figures that could be suitable for your needs. Though many of their figures are 1/35 military subjects, and many of their 1/24 figures are sci-fi, pinup, and fantasy subjects, many more are normal civilians in street clothes. Scroll thru the listing here to start... https://plastic-models-store.com/master-box-models

Dry, cracked lips can make it painful to smile.

Side pocket shots off of two cushions are tough.

Absolutely beautiful.

Pay to play.

Reference material on the interdwerbs often isn't worth the electrons it's displayed with, unless it's been scanned from genuine historical documents with unimpeachable provenance.

"Drummer" used to be a word for "traveling salesman".

The problem with poisons is that rodents don't always die where they ingest the stuff. So wild predators and scavengers are needlessly killed when they eat the poisoned rats and mice. I'm pretty sure that's what happened to many of the herd of feral cats I was feeding...friendly, intelligent animals that did a great job of keeping my pest problem in check, naturally.

Challenging kits often provoke a moaning sound from some quarters.

It is increasingly unnerving trying to drive anywhere here when it's raining. It's as though everyone turns his brain off, or goes into panic mode. Going to the bank this AM, I was almost hit by two dozy witches, one who apparently missed her GPS-instructed turn, pulled over on the RH shoulder and stopped (so far so good), but then abruptly pulled LEFT directly in front of me as she tried a U-turn, completely oblivious of anyone else. Good thing I have good brakes and new front tires, or I would have T-boned her door. She stopped in the middle of the road, rolled her window down to apologize, and her passenger witch let loose with a screaming tirade at ME that would strip the paint from most cars. Nice. I guess I was "manspreading" by being where her friend wanted to go. The other one was just driving through the lot, looking at her phone, on my side of the line. A long loud blast on my horn woke her up in time to stop literally a couple inches from simply driving into my stopped truck.

Times like these, some days I'm embarrassed to have to identify as "human".