A WEDNESDAY RANT, MORE ZOMBIES AND A WELCOME.

Fucking typical, half way through my second tray of zombies, look what some smartass at Guillotine Games came up with.

Now I won't have to worry about which colour to paint my zombies, I'll have 10 unique one's to choose from. Doh.

Another thing, blogger automatically updated, so now I can no longer share people's blog's on G+. What is going on man, how are we gonna connect and shit. Blogger has also hijacked my reading list, now it only shows one at a time so apologies if I miss anyone's post's.

Rant Over.

All that shit aside, I gotta get the welcome wagon out again to welcome my latest follower Maj. Diz aster. So a big BZA WELCOME to the Major. WELCOME MAJOR. He runs "THE QUICK AND THE ZED" blog spot. Things are a little quiet at the moment as he is a little busy getting his life back together.

Enough with the negativity dudes and dudettes, on with the introductions:

HALF A TRAY DONE NOW.

As usual from Left to Right. First up on this occasion is Pwyll a comprehensive school teacher. Next up is Iddig he's a financial advisor. Following him is Iwan a personal trainer. Last in line this time we have Goewin a legal advisor.

THE NEW WASH DOESN'T SEEM TOO BAD.

The wash I made up didn't turn out too badly, maybe a little bit on the green side but not enough to stop me from using it. At least until it's gone.

TOP PRESSIE! THANKS KIDS.

This is what my kids got me for Father's Day. A rather splendid zombie gnome. He's great and will take pride in infecting the wife's gnomes.

That's all I got for this time dudes and dudettes, you all know the DUDE wants you to "take it easy" until next time.

END OF AN ERA. BETTER LATE THAN NEVER.

More zombies? Hell yeah. These guys represent an end of an era. They are the last of my zombies to get a wash of Devlan Mud, because I've finally ran out. It will be much missed as it made my mediocre painting look much better than it really is. The much maligned GW Corp. really nailed it with that stuff, it was like a "magic wash", vastly improving us non-Golden Demon mere mortals into half decent painters. Then they typically dropped the ball and stopped making it, twats.

Did I mention the smell? Devlan Mud had a strange, repulsive yet alluring stink to it, that I'm definitely going to miss. No point crying over spilt milk, time to move on and find something else. Just one more reason to hate GW Corp. Here's something I saw on hybrid horde's The Walking Lead blog. He said he had a dream where there were more zombies than space marines. AMEN TO THAT.

Enough maudlin' and on with the introductions:

THE LAST OF MY ZOMBIES TO LOOK ANY GOOD.

Kicking us off this time is Kymidei, the local Avon girl, makes "Avon calling" a bit more sinister. Next up is Cheesey Dai, a bin man. Following along is Taran the worst motherfucker in the village. Leader of the Cwmbran Massive, well ex leader. Last into the spotlight is Gawain, a promising young athelete, before he re-animated.

END OF AN ERA. THE LAST OF THE DEVLAN MUD ZOMBIES RIDE INTO THE SUNSET.

I think I'll spend a few days mixing up some washes and experimenting with them. Try to find something to use "for now".

That's all I got for now dudes and dudettes, 'til next time know that the DUDE wants you all to "take it easy".

MORE ZOMBIES 2ND TRAY ZOMBICIDE SEASON 1. 1ST LINE COMPLETE.

Things are progressing slowly here at the bunker. I've even managed to paint some more zombies. But damn it's hot, spending a lot of time under a fan. Too sticky to sleep at night, so I always seem to be tired and cranky, instead of just cranky.

Reading a fair bit, but no zombie or post apocalypse stuff, just horror and sci-fi. Been listening to far too much Dr. Pus on Library of the Living Dead, crazy old fucker's quite addictive to paint to.

Anyway enough crap outta me, on with the introductions:

THE USUAL SUSPECTS.

Left to Right as usual: Firstly today we have Dyfan, a right little tearaway, ex member of a local gang. The Cwmbran Massive. Next in the spotlight is Meirion, he's an ex football hooligan. Following him  is Muryel a manageress of a shoe shop. Finally for this time we have Havgan a supermarket assisstant manager.

WHAT NO ARSE JOKES.

That's the first line finished out of four, ticking along quite nicely again now. It's almost time for the WNI(Wednesday Night Irregulars) to gather and once again save the world from the zombie menace, best go load the shotguns and sharpen the machetes.

Well that's all I got for now, until next time dudes and dudettes take a leaf out of the DUDE'S book and "take it easy".

AND HE'S BACK IN THE GAME.

It would appear that one's painting mojo has returned, this seems to be related to the fantastic advice left by my fellow bloggers on my last post. Cheers guys.
In other news, BZA has clocked up over five thousand pageviews. Again cheers guys. Thanks for looking in.

Reading the hints and tips on how to power through times when you really want to throw both paints and brushes out, it occurred to me that most of these things had already been employed to get me through the first tray of zombies. Not that I'm ungrateful for any of the advice, it just made me realise that I was doing OK, I just needed to pull my finger out.

To aid the extraction of said finger, I deployed a secret weapon, zombie podcasts. Having not listened to any before I found some that were particularly entertaining. One of the strangest and funniest (not always intentionally) was Dr. Pus on Library of the Living Dead. His singing is awful but hilarious and helped me get back into my painting regime.

So the second tray begins:

Four more zombies looking for lunch.

Okey dokey then, on with the introductions. Left to Right as usual. First of today's line up all suited and booted is Arfon, ex-manager of the local betting shop. Next in line is Terfel, spray painter of heavy plant. Following along is Penarddun, she worked with Arfon at the betting shop. Last but not least is Maldwyn, an enthusiastic fitness enthusiast. Runs marathons and such.

Another backshot to prove I'm still painting the backs of them.

It's nice to be painting again. I was getting more than a little anxious about it, which only seemed to make matters worse. One day we'll all look back and laugh about it.

Well that's about all I got for now dudes and dudettes, so until next time try and do what the DUDE does and "take it easy".

WELCOMES AND A WARNING.

Before we get to the meat of the post, I'm getting the welcome wagon back out of the shed. Several welcomes so I'm going to put bunting on it as well.
First of all let's give a big BZA welcome to Francis Lee of Angry Lurker fame. WELCOME FRAN.
Next let's give a BZA welcome, just as big to Johnny a.k.a. Lord Siwoc of Brains and Guts fame.
WELCOME JOHNNY.
I feel there should be a trumpet fanfare.
Both these guys run excellent blogs, if you haven't already, check them out.
I seemed to have picked up another one of them ninja types as well.
Thanks for following dudes.

One more thing. After my CABIN FEVER CONSTRUCTION CRISIS post, the very next day Carl Stoelzel left a comment explaining a few things and some tips on fixes for my crisis. What can I say, WOW, awesome customer service especially since I hadn't even paid for it. Thanks Carl.

And now to the meat. There in lies the problem. Since I finished that first tray of zombies I've done very little painting. Yes half term got in the way, but I seem to be loathe to start the next tray. I say start, they've all been basecoated and two lines have been given skin colours. It's just there's so many of them. 32, it doesn't seem that many when you write it down.

In other news, Sheldon is starting to outdo his Dudeness, this Wednesday at the weekly meeting of minds that is the WNI(Wednesday Night Irregulars), he gave me a Fred the Trader set, turns out one of the boys at our FLGG the Crow Valley Crusaders had kickedstarted for two of all the exclusive survivors and promptly gave most of it to Sheldon. As he'd just bought Fred the other week he passed him on to me. Cool or what!

MY VERY OWN SHAUN.

Other zombie entertainment. I feel it is my right as a zombie fan to warn you about "Battle of the Damned" starring Dolph Lundgren. What a pile! It's almost idiot-savant genius in how bad it is. Do yourselves a favour and give it a miss. I really want to be refunded the time I spent watching it, and I didn't even make it to the end.

PILE OF SHITE.

That's all I got for now dudes and dudettes. 'til the next time, you know the DUDE wants you all to "take it easy".

I SURVIVED HALFTERM HORROR

I know your expecting to see some painted zombies, toy cars, badly constructed card scenery or even, god forbid, some painted survivors. Well today we have none of that, mainly due to the last week being half-term.
My daughter had a visitor from Doncaster and my son had his girlfriend stay over most of the week. So Dad was in charge of "entertainment". This more than cut into my hobby time.
On the plus side, Dad's "entertainment" involved playing Zombicide, which we played nearly every night. More converts to the cult of gaming.

This gave me time to pause for thought about this little adventure I started back in January. Well six months in and I'm still managing to post stuff. I think I've made some friends, probably upset others.
I have 18 people who were mad enough to follow my weekly nonsense, and amassed over 4500 views, in short I'm amazed and a little bewildered how this happened in such a short space of time.

Oh here he goes again (fuck off) with his thanks. Yes a big thanks to all of you who follow, leave comments or just lurk.

What does the future hold, well if I knew that we would all be rich. There are certain things to be finished, like painting my Zombicide set. There are things which need to be explored, like making more card scenery. There are things that need to be purchased, too many to mention here. I guess the biggest thing is being part of a really friendly community that I had no idea existed.

I guess that was a roundabout way of saying, I'm enjoying this so much I won't be stopping anytime soon. Sorry about the lack of pictures, will rectify that next time.

Until next time dudes and dudettes, the DUDE needs you all to take it easy.