Dear readers,
I have included another piece of the astonishing history of the Republic of Texas for your perusal. This time, the entry focuses on two of the more famous battles fought by the Republic's naval forces. Great tales of heroism, I assure you. As more of these fascinating battles are recorded, they shall be added to this same file. I, of course, will be posting notice of this sort of thing here in my journal.
I do hope you enjoy the battle reports.
Cheers!
26 December 2007
Just popping in, chaps!
A Happy Boxing Day to you all!
The wife and I have survived another Christmas, wallets thinner and bank accounts less-well-padded, but children ecstatically happy with their new toys. I am as well, with a unit of RAFM Martian troops on their way to me (the Post has not been running swiftly, as usual, the blackguards!).
Christmas dinner was a nightmare, but the services were nice.
Just checked the poll, and so far it looks like a landslide for Yes!, although one person has chided me for the over-commercialization of a sacred holiday. While I understand the point - after all, I did add it as an option on the poll - I personally think that so long as the reason for the holiday isn't forgotten in all the fun, there's no real harm in all the fun.
And besides, it is so fun watching your kids' faces light up as they come down the stairs and see all the goodies Santa has brought for them. If you don't have kids, you are truly missing out on the best part of Christmas morning.
Anyway, must be off. Rubbish doesn't remove itself, and all the servants have the holiday off. I know, too kind of me, but there it is. Where are those boys of mine? Don't they realize they've rubbish to remove to the curb?
The wife and I have survived another Christmas, wallets thinner and bank accounts less-well-padded, but children ecstatically happy with their new toys. I am as well, with a unit of RAFM Martian troops on their way to me (the Post has not been running swiftly, as usual, the blackguards!).
Christmas dinner was a nightmare, but the services were nice.
Just checked the poll, and so far it looks like a landslide for Yes!, although one person has chided me for the over-commercialization of a sacred holiday. While I understand the point - after all, I did add it as an option on the poll - I personally think that so long as the reason for the holiday isn't forgotten in all the fun, there's no real harm in all the fun.
And besides, it is so fun watching your kids' faces light up as they come down the stairs and see all the goodies Santa has brought for them. If you don't have kids, you are truly missing out on the best part of Christmas morning.
Anyway, must be off. Rubbish doesn't remove itself, and all the servants have the holiday off. I know, too kind of me, but there it is. Where are those boys of mine? Don't they realize they've rubbish to remove to the curb?
20 December 2007
New Photostatic Prints in the Scrapbook
Gents,
A bit later than originally thought, I know, but a few more photostats are now available for you to peruse and comment upon.
I am particularly fond of the images of the tranquil Martian oasis. Pools of crystal clear water like this are rare on the thirsty red sands of Mars. So rare that the stuff is more precious than gold and rubies! Oases such as this one have seen so much bloodshed it would little shock me if science were to prove the reason for the red coloring of the Martian soil was due to the blood shed upon it so frequently! It seems only a matter of time before the quiet oasis in this photostat shall be visited with violent struggle again. This particular pool is near an ancient temple. Local legend holds that the eternally upflowing spring which so swiftly drains into the sand was the original reason behind the temple's location.
Also, we have our first photos (in the 15mm section) of Texican troops of the late 1800s in progress on the paint table. Martian Askaris can be found in the 15mm album as well. These stout chaps are garbed in the nearly universal kharkee of colonial troops. In fact, the differences between Imperial Germany's askari levy and Her Majesty's are so slight as to be invisible at any battlefield distance. my advice: watch for their officers, sergeants and bannermen.
In the 25mm album, you may also see two new figures as well. One is the partually completed Imperial German (mislabeled as Prussian, though I doubt not that this particular lad is of Junker ancestry) special artillery weapons trooper. The other is an Egyptian man, quite mysterious and finished but for a suitable base and clear protective coating. Finally, I believe you can see a shot of my painting area. Quite a mess, and in dire need of reorganization. The completion of a project or two would help immensely.
A bit later than originally thought, I know, but a few more photostats are now available for you to peruse and comment upon.
I am particularly fond of the images of the tranquil Martian oasis. Pools of crystal clear water like this are rare on the thirsty red sands of Mars. So rare that the stuff is more precious than gold and rubies! Oases such as this one have seen so much bloodshed it would little shock me if science were to prove the reason for the red coloring of the Martian soil was due to the blood shed upon it so frequently! It seems only a matter of time before the quiet oasis in this photostat shall be visited with violent struggle again. This particular pool is near an ancient temple. Local legend holds that the eternally upflowing spring which so swiftly drains into the sand was the original reason behind the temple's location.
Also, we have our first photos (in the 15mm section) of Texican troops of the late 1800s in progress on the paint table. Martian Askaris can be found in the 15mm album as well. These stout chaps are garbed in the nearly universal kharkee of colonial troops. In fact, the differences between Imperial Germany's askari levy and Her Majesty's are so slight as to be invisible at any battlefield distance. my advice: watch for their officers, sergeants and bannermen.
In the 25mm album, you may also see two new figures as well. One is the partually completed Imperial German (mislabeled as Prussian, though I doubt not that this particular lad is of Junker ancestry) special artillery weapons trooper. The other is an Egyptian man, quite mysterious and finished but for a suitable base and clear protective coating. Finally, I believe you can see a shot of my painting area. Quite a mess, and in dire need of reorganization. The completion of a project or two would help immensely.
17 December 2007
Additional New Feature!
I have, with a certain amount of dread, allowed anyone to post comments on the blog. Not being entirely out of my mind, I have also chosen to moderate comment postings for content prior to allowing them to appear in print.
This is not to stifle anyone. I will allow negative comments to appear, but I am somewhat justifiably concerned about unwanted advertising and inappropriate language appearing on my telephonic difference machine. My kids read this on occassion, and I hope other children do as well. I want to keep it a rather suitable environment for them and myself.
This is not to stifle anyone. I will allow negative comments to appear, but I am somewhat justifiably concerned about unwanted advertising and inappropriate language appearing on my telephonic difference machine. My kids read this on occassion, and I hope other children do as well. I want to keep it a rather suitable environment for them and myself.
Ten Days! Good Heavens!
Tempus fugit, eh gentlemen?
I am sure that you have all been waiting with baited breath for another exciting and stimulating post from yours truly. Well, ten days seems far too long to have made you, my loyal readers, to wait.
And so, I post again. Really, I do feel a bit slothful in regards to this journal in the past few weeks. And considering the relative youth of the blasted thing, I am doubly abashed. Quite simply, I have not been doing what I set out to do when I began the journal.
Never fear, good reader! I am trying to take this as a way to renew my commitment to properly journaling. I have been quite busy on other fronts. To wit:
I have started and almost finished my first water effect terrain project. I used a very nice product mainly utilized by model railroaders for the water effect. I promise a few photos of the completed Martian oasis when they are available. Its possible that I might even add a description of the steps I took in creating it. I am rather pleased with it so far.
Work on the Martian askaris has proceeded as well. Given a few hours (which I shan't have until the weekend, if then, and possibly not until Boxing Day) I can get them finished and ready for The Dip. Again, photos need to be taken and posted. Think red Martians in khaki uniforms. I am very happy with the sculpts, from Black Hat, via Scale Creep here in the States.
I haven't heard many comments on the bit of Republic of Texas Army lore I posted ten days ago, other than from my co-conspirator. I have patched up a bit of a narrative regarding a battle fought between elements of the ROT Army and Imperial Mexican troops at a place called Paquime Walls during what we have labeled the Maximillian War. I am going to post that tonight, as well as perhaps the first ten or twenty years of the timeline, just as a taste. Please recall that it is a work in progress, and any sort of constructive criticism would be appreciated. One can never find enough good editors, though critics are tuppence a dozen.
Well, the bed she sings her siren call, and I must away. Tomorrow marks the anniversary of the memsahib and my nuptials. Fourteen years she's tolerated me - we have far exceeded even the most wildly optimistic of our friends' and families' expectations for our continued marriage. So, hurray for us!
Until next time, ladies and gents, I remain your affectionate and somewhat re-dedicated,
J Womack
I am sure that you have all been waiting with baited breath for another exciting and stimulating post from yours truly. Well, ten days seems far too long to have made you, my loyal readers, to wait.
And so, I post again. Really, I do feel a bit slothful in regards to this journal in the past few weeks. And considering the relative youth of the blasted thing, I am doubly abashed. Quite simply, I have not been doing what I set out to do when I began the journal.
Never fear, good reader! I am trying to take this as a way to renew my commitment to properly journaling. I have been quite busy on other fronts. To wit:
I have started and almost finished my first water effect terrain project. I used a very nice product mainly utilized by model railroaders for the water effect. I promise a few photos of the completed Martian oasis when they are available. Its possible that I might even add a description of the steps I took in creating it. I am rather pleased with it so far.
Work on the Martian askaris has proceeded as well. Given a few hours (which I shan't have until the weekend, if then, and possibly not until Boxing Day) I can get them finished and ready for The Dip. Again, photos need to be taken and posted. Think red Martians in khaki uniforms. I am very happy with the sculpts, from Black Hat, via Scale Creep here in the States.
I haven't heard many comments on the bit of Republic of Texas Army lore I posted ten days ago, other than from my co-conspirator. I have patched up a bit of a narrative regarding a battle fought between elements of the ROT Army and Imperial Mexican troops at a place called Paquime Walls during what we have labeled the Maximillian War. I am going to post that tonight, as well as perhaps the first ten or twenty years of the timeline, just as a taste. Please recall that it is a work in progress, and any sort of constructive criticism would be appreciated. One can never find enough good editors, though critics are tuppence a dozen.
Well, the bed she sings her siren call, and I must away. Tomorrow marks the anniversary of the memsahib and my nuptials. Fourteen years she's tolerated me - we have far exceeded even the most wildly optimistic of our friends' and families' expectations for our continued marriage. So, hurray for us!
Until next time, ladies and gents, I remain your affectionate and somewhat re-dedicated,
J Womack
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