Board Games in digital age.

Hey, hey, hey! It is another time for a bit of self promotion by posting another video my son captured while playing Talisman against me.
I still remember the joy I used to feel when I’d set up the board and all the pieces and then I’d try outsmart my cousins and friends. While now there’s no bother with the board and the pieces but despite the ease of use and plenitude of add ons I still wish I could have the physical board for some special occasions games. Perhaps, one day I’d invest in these too.

In the meantime, enjoy the video from one of our journeys.

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Something New and Someone Exciting!

My son decided to start off his YouTube Entertainer career early to get himself ahead of… himself.

He’s going to post some videos of mobile games for android initially and then we’ll see how it all goes. Here’s a link to his YouTube video that starts it all off:

And his channel can be found here if any of you, followers would like to join and follow his adventures.

Many thanks! 

Companion

Companion

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A blank stare into the past brings images of your face, that somehow start to scramble and soon make no sense.
You never got to be my companion as the thought of me simply repulsed you so much.
I saw you years later and since you were unaware of my short lasting company, I could drag that moment of pain for a bit longer.
I’ve since found my companion, or perhaps I was found by it. No it’s not another human being…
It’s the cumulation of the pain I’ve gathered through the years, both physically and mentally.
Pain is my companion and it’ll be until the day I die… At least I’ve got a companion, some would say…

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Written in response to Daily Prompt which can be found here

Open

Open

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This gate is open and it is open so wide that you can almost see and hear all the demons of my past cursing and cast spelling simultaneously.
The door to my soul has been left open for so long that all that remains inside, are just randomly scattered particles of the dust of the past.
The book’s wide open… I’m still writing it although I realise there is less and less substance and more and more bitterness that spills out of my battered soul…

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Written in response to the Daily Prompt which can be found here.

Bismarck – a bit further into unknown.

So a while ago, me and my son had a go at some modelling which resulted in our first go of making a plane and a car. and in our first ship model.
When we ordered Admiral Hipper we also had Bismarck – World of Warship edition on our way. Life and few other boring things got into the way and we had to postpone our modelling journey but finally, over two weeks ago we managed to get going.

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It needs a lot of imagination to see a ship among all this plastic bits.

We had ordered the model itself with additional content from World of Warships
from here and it arrived promptly. The box contains three invite codes to World of Warships with 1000 currency each, plus a tier II Russian cruiser Diana with some flags and a port slot to redeem within the game.
From the go one can see the work here is going to be much more involved than when comparing to Admiral Hipper from Revell. There were more bits and it all looked rather solidly.
After initiail preparation of paints, glue, flippers and so on I went onto inspecting the spruces a bit more carefully and I noticed that some parts will need extra cutting and some sanding but not to the level of poor finish I experienced with the Revell model.
Unfortunately not all the parts were exact fit and I’m not the best in being super precise and few separate bits just wouldn’t get a 100% fit. I think partly it was my fault but partly Italeri (makers of the model) had not done superb job. Anyway, it wasn’t all that much of a deal.

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Putting spotting planes together. So tiny, so annoying.


Given my back problems it took me well over two weeks period of an average 1.5 hours a day of work to put the thing together but at the end of it I was rather amazed with the finished product. There were loads of tiny parts that needed to be put together before assembling further with rest of the ship but I somehow managed.
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I'm pretty sure we are not finished yet here.

My son, got a bit overwhelmed with the detail and the difficulty the ship presented and unfortunately he took few steps back from modelling but he told me he is still into learning the craft but perhaps with easier objects.
All in all it was quite an experience to put that behemoth together and it looks great given its 1:700 scale.

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Bow of Bismarck 1:700 scale - Italeri


If one’s interested in modelling ships and some gaming, Italeri and World of Warships have more deals available including INJ ATAGO and U. S. S. Essex. I’ve also noticed some tank models for those interested in these beasts that can be played in World of Tanks.
Anyway, I’ll just leave you guys with few more shots of the Bismarck and hopefully you’ll hear from me soon in regards of another plastic model of something being done. Keep well.
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Simplicity

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Simplicity

I yearn for a handful of simplicity to invade my complex life to help me find my inner peace.
I really can not stop thinking of the old days’ simplicity where neighbours were friends and not strangers that need deciphering.
I wish each shop would sell simplicity in various quantities that would fit many needs that various people have, when navigating the maze of life.
Complexity, richness in detail, long formulas hard to remember, are all good in art and science where mind needs to create…
We lack simplicity around us as it is taught to us to be boring, plain, vague and not worth any time committed to it.
The thing is… In this world full of rules and regulations, mass medias and entertainment, art and science what we really miss and what really stops us from moving forward is the simplicity that we try so hard to remove from our lives as an unwanted item…

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Written in response to the Daily Prompt which can be found here.

Connected

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Connected

There is a titanium rod that is connected to part of my body, deep inside, invisible without advanced technology…
There are screws, 9 precisely, that are connected to that said rod, untouchable without some painful interference…
There is another rod, placed not far away from the first one and it also has 9 screws that were connected with care and precision…
It could have taken just one unnecessary move, a move that could be an accidental one, to make me feel disconnected from my body…
It didn’t. As there were steps and moves among the thoughts and actions all connected in one harmony to make sure that I’d not feel disconnected…


Written in response to Daily Prompt which can be found here

Playful

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Playful

How can my playful be seen as abusive in your eyes?
How can his playful be treated as not being serious in her opinion?
How can her playful be assumed to be a sexual invitation in his view?
How can one’s playful to be treated as trickery in eyes of another person?
How is it possible for playful to be so many other things other than just that?
How we got to live in a strange world where language and people’s own life experiences make communicating as challenging and rewarding as frustrarting and costly…?


Written in response to a Daily Prompt that can be found here

Childhood

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Childhood isn’t necessarily what we think it might be.
For some childhood is a dream that they try to turn into a reality.
A little girl wants to be nurse- a young woman graduates from nursing school…
For some childhood is the time of little worry and a lot of laughter.
A little boy playing pranks on his parents not worrying about telling off, as he knows they still love him- a grown up man with a family and a job becoming a comedian on Fridays evenings…
For some childhood is an act of discovering and hard work.
A girl finds a crystal and is fascinated by a flash of light it produces- an old woman receiving Noble Prize for development of new meaning of propulsion…
For some though, childhood is a cuddly toy dressed as fear and a worn out book which titles says ‘Survival’.
A little boy or a girl trembles in a shadow- a grown man or a woman still trying to survive the never-ending childhood’s nightmare…


Written in response to Daily Prompt which can be found here

Angry

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The powerful flame of that dreadful feeling finally reaches the end. I don’t know what future holds for me and I don’t even know if it’ll make me angry…
I want to be angry as it somehow means one is still fighting…
I don’t want to get angry as it means one still suffers…
I am not afraid of being angry as it is part of humanity…
I am worried about getting angry as it makes me lose a bit of me…
I suffer as anger from the past burns a hole in my heart…
I am settled and content as the past anger turned into hazy confusion…
No one tries to be angry but all of us sometimes just get angry…


This entry was made in response to a Daily Prompt post that can be found here

Angry