[Confessions of an English Undead Fancier] Of Blerches and Groans

Blerch. My life, at present, is a sea of blerch. I quit Warcraft about two weeks ago to focus on working two jobs for a few weeks (there's a tidy extra grand to be had from marking exam papers at this time of year), and I hadn't quite realised how much of a hole that...

[Confessions of an English Undead Fancier] The Black Art

Generally speaking, in the past, when I've made an effort, my paint-jobs have looked like this. That's the 'four or five layers on everything, crude attempt at blending, carefully selected scheme obeying principles of colour theory et hoc genus omne. I'm not saying I...