caddyman: (Doctor)
As I said in an earlier post, I am a linear sort of chap, so no work whatsoever has taken place on the Martha figure while I work on the Doctor. On that figure, however, work has continued apace.

I am now at the stage where the glue needs to dry before I add some filler around the coat collar and a couple of seams and then tidy up the base painting before working on fiddly detail such as aging the coat and trainers, deepening the shadows and highlighting the buttons. In due course, there will be a sonic screwdriver, too, but that will have to wait until the figure itself is complete.

Here is a picture of the figure at its current stage of completion posed against the TARDIS I finished a week or so ago. The final position of the figure will be more to the left, with Martha walking around the side, but this gives an idea of how it is developing.



More pictures behind the cut, for those as is interested: Read more... )
Still a fair amount of work to be done, but we're getting there!
caddyman: (Doctor)
As I said in an earlier post, I am a linear sort of chap, so no work whatsoever has taken place on the Martha figure while I work on the Doctor. On that figure, however, work has continued apace.

I am now at the stage where the glue needs to dry before I add some filler around the coat collar and a couple of seams and then tidy up the base painting before working on fiddly detail such as aging the coat and trainers, deepening the shadows and highlighting the buttons. In due course, there will be a sonic screwdriver, too, but that will have to wait until the figure itself is complete.

Here is a picture of the figure at its current stage of completion posed against the TARDIS I finished a week or so ago. The final position of the figure will be more to the left, with Martha walking around the side, but this gives an idea of how it is developing.



More pictures behind the cut, for those as is interested: Read more... )
Still a fair amount of work to be done, but we're getting there!

Tricky Sticky

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008 11:52 am
caddyman: (Alternative Tardis)
When I was a kid I never read the instructions that came with model kits. I would cheerfully glue them together in whatever fashion seemed most appropriate and generally that worked. I mean there’s only so many ways the pieces of a Spitfire will fit together, so who needs to look at diagrams (other than to get a cheap adolescent thrill from the instruction “insert male piece A into female piece B” –fnur, fnur)?

As I got older and the model kits got more complicated - HMS Victory, the Cutty Sark et al, I would deign to dip into the instructions for the more fiddly bits, but large chunks would still get slung together regardless.

These days I rarely make model kits, but when I do, I employ a combination of experienced arrogance and a meek thumbing through the instructions to work out what the next odd-shaped piece of plastic is supposed to be and where it’s supposed to go (I can still do an Airfix Spitfire without help, though). I have long since learned to keep the glue well away from transparent plastic, too.

I arrived home last night to finds that the “Welcome Aboard” TARDIS, Doctor and Martha Airfix kit I had won on eBay had arrived1. You wouldn’t believe how complex a kit can be produced to assemble a geometric box and two figures. I’m not sure what the level of detail would have done to my 11 year old brain had it been available back then, but I know what it’s doing to my brain now.



Suffice it to say that I shall be using the instruction book, both for assembly and for the painting guide. Hopefully when I have finished the Doctor will not look like Heath Ledger’s take on The Joker.


1Thank you, Parcel Farce for leaving it in the passageway, open to the elements and hidden behind the gate where it might have been crushed, rained on or stolen.

Tricky Sticky

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008 11:52 am
caddyman: (Alternative Tardis)
When I was a kid I never read the instructions that came with model kits. I would cheerfully glue them together in whatever fashion seemed most appropriate and generally that worked. I mean there’s only so many ways the pieces of a Spitfire will fit together, so who needs to look at diagrams (other than to get a cheap adolescent thrill from the instruction “insert male piece A into female piece B” –fnur, fnur)?

As I got older and the model kits got more complicated - HMS Victory, the Cutty Sark et al, I would deign to dip into the instructions for the more fiddly bits, but large chunks would still get slung together regardless.

These days I rarely make model kits, but when I do, I employ a combination of experienced arrogance and a meek thumbing through the instructions to work out what the next odd-shaped piece of plastic is supposed to be and where it’s supposed to go (I can still do an Airfix Spitfire without help, though). I have long since learned to keep the glue well away from transparent plastic, too.

I arrived home last night to finds that the “Welcome Aboard” TARDIS, Doctor and Martha Airfix kit I had won on eBay had arrived1. You wouldn’t believe how complex a kit can be produced to assemble a geometric box and two figures. I’m not sure what the level of detail would have done to my 11 year old brain had it been available back then, but I know what it’s doing to my brain now.



Suffice it to say that I shall be using the instruction book, both for assembly and for the painting guide. Hopefully when I have finished the Doctor will not look like Heath Ledger’s take on The Joker.


1Thank you, Parcel Farce for leaving it in the passageway, open to the elements and hidden behind the gate where it might have been crushed, rained on or stolen.
caddyman: (Doctor)
If you are a self-professed geek and you do not have a Flight Control TARDIS you are letting the side down: you should rectify the position post haste.

Once I had detached it from its box and installed the batteries (neither of them mean feats in their own right) and got the lights and sounds working, even a sceptical Furtle was moved to accept that it’s pretty damned cool. All I have to do now is work out precisely where to display it. Considering the size of the Athenaeum Club and the amount of shelving – admittedly book covered shelving - I am remarkably short of space for important stuff like TARDISes.

The rumour mill for season four, which is about to start filming, has this potential casting spoiler from The Sun: )

Make of that what you will, but following the casting of Derek Jacobi in season three, who knows?
caddyman: (Doctor)
If you are a self-professed geek and you do not have a Flight Control TARDIS you are letting the side down: you should rectify the position post haste.

Once I had detached it from its box and installed the batteries (neither of them mean feats in their own right) and got the lights and sounds working, even a sceptical Furtle was moved to accept that it’s pretty damned cool. All I have to do now is work out precisely where to display it. Considering the size of the Athenaeum Club and the amount of shelving – admittedly book covered shelving - I am remarkably short of space for important stuff like TARDISes.

The rumour mill for season four, which is about to start filming, has this potential casting spoiler from The Sun: )

Make of that what you will, but following the casting of Derek Jacobi in season three, who knows?

Thwarted!

Tuesday, August 7th, 2007 02:57 pm
caddyman: (TARDIS)
I have on my desk, courtesy [livejournal.com profile] fencingsculptor, a shiny new Flight Control TARDIS, a season 3 Doctor figure and a Martha Jones figure all to the same scale. The seven year old in my head is experiencing geekgasm.

My plans for the afternoon are foiled, however, by the lack of three AAA batteries and a screwdriver – though to be fair, without the batteries a screwdriver would be redundant, nay taunting (though to have the batteries without the screwdriver would be frustrating, so there is no good way through this). You see this collectible1 TARDIS is not only to scale with the figures, but the doors open inwards to reveal the control room. The side door opens to reveal the telephone. If the batteries were installed, it would all light up, inside and out and there would be SOUND EFFECTS.

Pick it up and get a dematerialisation sound; put it down to get a rematerialisation sound. Open the doors and there is a hum. Spin it and it makes the noise of the TARDIS in flight. Jog it around a bit and it makes the sound of emergency, interrupted flight. This sis the sort of toy collectible they should have made when I was seven.

But.

I have no screwdriver and am short of three AAA batteries. My afternoon is in ruins; I must work instead of driving my colleagues green with envy wild with annoyance with the repeated demonstrations of TARDIS noises and me humming the Doctor Who theme tune.

Grumble.


1This is a euphemism for toy. It is marginally more acceptable (in my head at least) for me to acquire collectibles than it is to buy toys. Watch me tiptoe along the tight rope of semantics and marvel.

Thwarted!

Tuesday, August 7th, 2007 02:57 pm
caddyman: (TARDIS)
I have on my desk, courtesy [livejournal.com profile] fencingsculptor, a shiny new Flight Control TARDIS, a season 3 Doctor figure and a Martha Jones figure all to the same scale. The seven year old in my head is experiencing geekgasm.

My plans for the afternoon are foiled, however, by the lack of three AAA batteries and a screwdriver – though to be fair, without the batteries a screwdriver would be redundant, nay taunting (though to have the batteries without the screwdriver would be frustrating, so there is no good way through this). You see this collectible1 TARDIS is not only to scale with the figures, but the doors open inwards to reveal the control room. The side door opens to reveal the telephone. If the batteries were installed, it would all light up, inside and out and there would be SOUND EFFECTS.

Pick it up and get a dematerialisation sound; put it down to get a rematerialisation sound. Open the doors and there is a hum. Spin it and it makes the noise of the TARDIS in flight. Jog it around a bit and it makes the sound of emergency, interrupted flight. This sis the sort of toy collectible they should have made when I was seven.

But.

I have no screwdriver and am short of three AAA batteries. My afternoon is in ruins; I must work instead of driving my colleagues green with envy wild with annoyance with the repeated demonstrations of TARDIS noises and me humming the Doctor Who theme tune.

Grumble.


1This is a euphemism for toy. It is marginally more acceptable (in my head at least) for me to acquire collectibles than it is to buy toys. Watch me tiptoe along the tight rope of semantics and marvel.

Shelf space....

Monday, July 30th, 2007 12:04 pm
caddyman: (Alternative Tardis)
A man cannot have too many TARDISes!

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The new Flight Control TARDIS, for the 5 year old in your head.

*runs off laughing manically*

Shelf space....

Monday, July 30th, 2007 12:04 pm
caddyman: (Alternative Tardis)
A man cannot have too many TARDISes!

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The new Flight Control TARDIS, for the 5 year old in your head.

*runs off laughing manically*

Obligatory Update

Sunday, June 17th, 2007 06:38 pm
caddyman: (Alternative Tardis)
Bonce properly shaved, bed made and laundry put away (apart from three recalcitrant socks which we hope have mates somewhere in the current batch of laundry), all I need to do now is iron a shirt and all is ready for work tomorrow. This is a bit of a shame since I have rather got used to not popping along to the office, but I suppose all good things come to an end.

Furtle investigated and arranged for the disposal of the CD racks of Freecycle to a chap who was a) thrilled with what he was getting and b) somewhat bemused by the reality of the size of each one, let alone the four together. He kept mentioning that he had a Volvo Estate and wished he had brought that instead of the VW Golf. Still, we got him sorted at the small cost of anything resembling rear view.

Last night's Who was again good - a notch down on the previous three episodes, but still several notches up on the sad comedy Dalek episodes. Just in case there's anyone out there who is a) interested, but b) hasn't seen the episode, here's the spoiler cut! )

I guess I should investigate some sort of food in the near future, for I have the hunger. Then I think I shall endeavour to watch Jekyll from last night. I think I set the tape correctly.

Read more... )

Obligatory Update

Sunday, June 17th, 2007 06:38 pm
caddyman: (Alternative Tardis)
Bonce properly shaved, bed made and laundry put away (apart from three recalcitrant socks which we hope have mates somewhere in the current batch of laundry), all I need to do now is iron a shirt and all is ready for work tomorrow. This is a bit of a shame since I have rather got used to not popping along to the office, but I suppose all good things come to an end.

Furtle investigated and arranged for the disposal of the CD racks of Freecycle to a chap who was a) thrilled with what he was getting and b) somewhat bemused by the reality of the size of each one, let alone the four together. He kept mentioning that he had a Volvo Estate and wished he had brought that instead of the VW Golf. Still, we got him sorted at the small cost of anything resembling rear view.

Last night's Who was again good - a notch down on the previous three episodes, but still several notches up on the sad comedy Dalek episodes. Just in case there's anyone out there who is a) interested, but b) hasn't seen the episode, here's the spoiler cut! )

I guess I should investigate some sort of food in the near future, for I have the hunger. Then I think I shall endeavour to watch Jekyll from last night. I think I set the tape correctly.

Read more... )

Galactica

Monday, October 16th, 2006 12:40 am
caddyman: (Battlestar)
After last week's fun with the torrents, they behaved impeccably this week and I managed to down load episode 3 over night.

Whilst Miss Furtle sleeps contentedly in the other room, I have just sat in front of my lappie (the desktop PC is deader than dead - no longer even trying to boot)and watched it. Things are moving a pace nicely and I rather envy those of you who have yet to watch it,because it's a corker. I can barely wait until next week's episode is out, though I remain baffled as to how they can keep up this level of drama week in, week out.

I would really love to froth about the bloody show, but I can't drop spoilers here. Suffice it to say that Battlestar Galactica remains the best TV SF I think I have ever seen. Damn it, it's amongst the best drama I've ever seen on TV.

Just go watch it, people.

Galactica

Monday, October 16th, 2006 12:40 am
caddyman: (Battlestar)
After last week's fun with the torrents, they behaved impeccably this week and I managed to down load episode 3 over night.

Whilst Miss Furtle sleeps contentedly in the other room, I have just sat in front of my lappie (the desktop PC is deader than dead - no longer even trying to boot)and watched it. Things are moving a pace nicely and I rather envy those of you who have yet to watch it,because it's a corker. I can barely wait until next week's episode is out, though I remain baffled as to how they can keep up this level of drama week in, week out.

I would really love to froth about the bloody show, but I can't drop spoilers here. Suffice it to say that Battlestar Galactica remains the best TV SF I think I have ever seen. Damn it, it's amongst the best drama I've ever seen on TV.

Just go watch it, people.

Galactica

Thursday, October 12th, 2006 09:55 am
caddyman: (Battlestar)
I made time last night to watch the first two episodes of Battlestar Galactica season 3. Set four months after the events of the season two finale, it’s off to a great start and I see precisely why [livejournal.com profile] pax_draconis suggests having a pillow ready for the end of episode two (the effect was a little spoilt in my case as the torrent I’d downloaded had a short trailer for next week’s episode, but it didn’t give too much away. I hope).

I’m never quite sure who’s seen what, so here’s a spoiler-hiding cut. )

What else? Oh yes. Next time I leave work early to watch an England game again, on the grounds that they can’t possibly play that badly twice in a row, remind me that whilst that sentence is strictly true, it does not preclude them from playing worse, which is what they did.

Stupid own goals.

Still, Battlestar, eh? If you aren’t watching, you should be.

Galactica

Thursday, October 12th, 2006 09:55 am
caddyman: (Battlestar)
I made time last night to watch the first two episodes of Battlestar Galactica season 3. Set four months after the events of the season two finale, it’s off to a great start and I see precisely why [livejournal.com profile] pax_draconis suggests having a pillow ready for the end of episode two (the effect was a little spoilt in my case as the torrent I’d downloaded had a short trailer for next week’s episode, but it didn’t give too much away. I hope).

I’m never quite sure who’s seen what, so here’s a spoiler-hiding cut. )

What else? Oh yes. Next time I leave work early to watch an England game again, on the grounds that they can’t possibly play that badly twice in a row, remind me that whilst that sentence is strictly true, it does not preclude them from playing worse, which is what they did.

Stupid own goals.

Still, Battlestar, eh? If you aren’t watching, you should be.
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It seems that I picked the wrong day to go to the cricket. Friday was a washout and yesterday was a historic, if confusing occasion. In years to come, when the topic of ball tampering allegations arises and people ask what I was doing when Pakistan became the first Test Nation to forfeit a game by refusing to take the field for the final session, I can say “I wasn’t there.”1

No, yesterday, a great deal of time and energy was expended wandering around the West End making purchases that I didn’t want to make on Saturday2. The initial impetus to hit town was to pick up a couple of comics and stuff from Forbidden Planet3 but a side trip into Fopp yielded a number of CDs (It seems that Universal are issuing re-mastered ‘best of’ double CD collections from their many labels, so I acquired one each of Steppenwolf and The Velvet Underground for a fiver each. This not being quite enough to satisfy, I also picked up, after many years’ hemming and hawing, Janis Joplin’s Greatest Hits, something by the Chilli Peppers for Elle and another CD that quite remarkably escapes me for the time being. My memory is clearly shot; it’s less than 24 hours ago.

Both Planet and Fopp were excruciatingly warm and it was a very dehydrated pair that wandered into Blackwell’s on an abortive book finding mission.

The bonus, of course, is that once we realised that we were running ahead of time, we wandered off the Marks and Spencer4 where I managed to pick up a new and much needed bathrobe amongst other things. This is fantastic – it is a hoodie bathrobe and with very little adjustment could be made to look like a Jedi cloak. Fantastic.

These are not the bath oils you are looking for.

I need a lightsabre.



1And this remains so true for many historic and potentially historic events. I’m never there.

2The Plutons were in Aquarius and the auguries were all wrong. Plus, I didn’t want to drag purchases round the Barbican during Hayden and Maisie’s reception.

3From whence it is proving impossible to obtain a TARDIS USB hub, a cyberman or even a cyberman keyring. I ask you, what king of Geek Emporium is that?

4Dude, am I fashion trend setter or what? Marks and Spencer…!
caddyman: (Default)
It seems that I picked the wrong day to go to the cricket. Friday was a washout and yesterday was a historic, if confusing occasion. In years to come, when the topic of ball tampering allegations arises and people ask what I was doing when Pakistan became the first Test Nation to forfeit a game by refusing to take the field for the final session, I can say “I wasn’t there.”1

No, yesterday, a great deal of time and energy was expended wandering around the West End making purchases that I didn’t want to make on Saturday2. The initial impetus to hit town was to pick up a couple of comics and stuff from Forbidden Planet3 but a side trip into Fopp yielded a number of CDs (It seems that Universal are issuing re-mastered ‘best of’ double CD collections from their many labels, so I acquired one each of Steppenwolf and The Velvet Underground for a fiver each. This not being quite enough to satisfy, I also picked up, after many years’ hemming and hawing, Janis Joplin’s Greatest Hits, something by the Chilli Peppers for Elle and another CD that quite remarkably escapes me for the time being. My memory is clearly shot; it’s less than 24 hours ago.

Both Planet and Fopp were excruciatingly warm and it was a very dehydrated pair that wandered into Blackwell’s on an abortive book finding mission.

The bonus, of course, is that once we realised that we were running ahead of time, we wandered off the Marks and Spencer4 where I managed to pick up a new and much needed bathrobe amongst other things. This is fantastic – it is a hoodie bathrobe and with very little adjustment could be made to look like a Jedi cloak. Fantastic.

These are not the bath oils you are looking for.

I need a lightsabre.



1And this remains so true for many historic and potentially historic events. I’m never there.

2The Plutons were in Aquarius and the auguries were all wrong. Plus, I didn’t want to drag purchases round the Barbican during Hayden and Maisie’s reception.

3From whence it is proving impossible to obtain a TARDIS USB hub, a cyberman or even a cyberman keyring. I ask you, what king of Geek Emporium is that?

4Dude, am I fashion trend setter or what? Marks and Spencer…!

Stuff

Friday, June 2nd, 2006 04:16 pm
caddyman: (Blue opus)
So where was I?

That’s right, Barcelona. No hold on, that was the Doctor.

I was supposed to be going out for a drink after work tonight but my cold seems to have resurfaced – I am not so sure that it ever went away; it was more like it was taking a breather – so I intend to go home comparatively early and go to bed somewhat earlier than usual dosed up with Lemsip and stuff.

Tomorrow is the young God Daughter’s fourth birthday bash, and I have been and acquired a small pressie for her and tiny brother. I have also bought cheese. The usual ripe Stilton, a nice Berkswell and in the face of the unavailability of Vacherin (who’d have thought that there were seasons for cheeses in this day and age?), I have speculated on something called Douceur du Jura which I have never tried before, but which is apparently very much like Vacherin and is so runny that even though it is whole and has its own rind, it is sold in an earthenware pot to stop it slipping off the table slinky-fashion and making its escape.

I can barely smell them despite the fact that the Stilton on its own should have time-space olfactory qualities.

Tomorrow, then, I shall be in sunny South Cambridgeshire. I am vaguely hopeful that I be able to get by without passing my cough and general lurgy to the kids. The fresh air will do me good. Getting up and out so that I can arrive by about 1 ‘o’clock is less likely to do me good, and I have a fairly poor record of managing to get there before two over the past couple of years.

Still, we’ll see.

I have yet to acquire my shiny new England shirt. It is quite likely that apathy will overtake me in that endeavour and that I shall not acquire one after all. We’ll see.

I am running out of telly to watch. At the moment there is really only Dr Who and House. In theory there is Lost, but I have the first half of the season on my PC and have done for several months. I still haven’t got around to watching past episode nine. I do not know when season three of Galactica starts, but at least the new Stargate1 stuff is only about six weeks off, so I shall be hitting the torrents for that again. For one reason or another, I have missed a number of the final series of West Wing so I am not sure what is going on anymore. I may have to wait until I can borrow the DVDs.

Thursday nights have traditionally been taken up tellywise with House and Without a Trace. The demise of More 4 +1 has made watching the latter problematic. Firstly, reception is not as good on More 4 as it was on More 4 +1 , and secondly losing that one hour transmission lag now places it in direct competition with House. Luckily we have two tellies and two VCRs. Still a bind, though. To add to the annoyance, neither [livejournal.com profile] colonel_maxim nor I are entirely certain that we didn’t witness Without a Trace jump the shark in last night’s episode. Our dour FBI favourites were in Mexico, many miles outside their jurisdiction, wearing casuals and short sleeves, taking the piss out of the locals and getting involved cross country chases on a bike. More like a Hispanic Hawaii Five-0 than the gritty New York realism they generally go for.

Oh well. Onwards and upwards.

1A note here for [livejournal.com profile] _dawn_treader_ – Jack is back. Richard Dean Anderson will be appearing in a handful of episodes in season 10.

Stuff

Friday, June 2nd, 2006 04:16 pm
caddyman: (Blue opus)
So where was I?

That’s right, Barcelona. No hold on, that was the Doctor.

I was supposed to be going out for a drink after work tonight but my cold seems to have resurfaced – I am not so sure that it ever went away; it was more like it was taking a breather – so I intend to go home comparatively early and go to bed somewhat earlier than usual dosed up with Lemsip and stuff.

Tomorrow is the young God Daughter’s fourth birthday bash, and I have been and acquired a small pressie for her and tiny brother. I have also bought cheese. The usual ripe Stilton, a nice Berkswell and in the face of the unavailability of Vacherin (who’d have thought that there were seasons for cheeses in this day and age?), I have speculated on something called Douceur du Jura which I have never tried before, but which is apparently very much like Vacherin and is so runny that even though it is whole and has its own rind, it is sold in an earthenware pot to stop it slipping off the table slinky-fashion and making its escape.

I can barely smell them despite the fact that the Stilton on its own should have time-space olfactory qualities.

Tomorrow, then, I shall be in sunny South Cambridgeshire. I am vaguely hopeful that I be able to get by without passing my cough and general lurgy to the kids. The fresh air will do me good. Getting up and out so that I can arrive by about 1 ‘o’clock is less likely to do me good, and I have a fairly poor record of managing to get there before two over the past couple of years.

Still, we’ll see.

I have yet to acquire my shiny new England shirt. It is quite likely that apathy will overtake me in that endeavour and that I shall not acquire one after all. We’ll see.

I am running out of telly to watch. At the moment there is really only Dr Who and House. In theory there is Lost, but I have the first half of the season on my PC and have done for several months. I still haven’t got around to watching past episode nine. I do not know when season three of Galactica starts, but at least the new Stargate1 stuff is only about six weeks off, so I shall be hitting the torrents for that again. For one reason or another, I have missed a number of the final series of West Wing so I am not sure what is going on anymore. I may have to wait until I can borrow the DVDs.

Thursday nights have traditionally been taken up tellywise with House and Without a Trace. The demise of More 4 +1 has made watching the latter problematic. Firstly, reception is not as good on More 4 as it was on More 4 +1 , and secondly losing that one hour transmission lag now places it in direct competition with House. Luckily we have two tellies and two VCRs. Still a bind, though. To add to the annoyance, neither [livejournal.com profile] colonel_maxim nor I are entirely certain that we didn’t witness Without a Trace jump the shark in last night’s episode. Our dour FBI favourites were in Mexico, many miles outside their jurisdiction, wearing casuals and short sleeves, taking the piss out of the locals and getting involved cross country chases on a bike. More like a Hispanic Hawaii Five-0 than the gritty New York realism they generally go for.

Oh well. Onwards and upwards.

1A note here for [livejournal.com profile] _dawn_treader_ – Jack is back. Richard Dean Anderson will be appearing in a handful of episodes in season 10.

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