Jambalaya . Another collection of one-offs, oddities, misfits, and meh. .
Because I've got nothing new and I feel like posting something anyway.
I found this a while back and thought I'd share. When I was 12, one of the toy stores at a local mall sponsored a Lego display for kids' creations. A friend and I contributed our crappy little spaceships for the weekend, and we got certificates and a tiny Lego set just for participating. Score! Hey, free Lego is free Lego. If someone (I'm guessing me) hadn't spilled a drink on this at some point, I'd get it framed.
Flash forward 20 years or so, and I'm in imminent danger of ending up like this. I once took some stupid magazine quiz -- "Could you develop schizophrenia? Take a look at these warning signs." -- and I matched eight out of ten.
Seems about right... I mean, this can't be the product of a healthy mind. Originally I was going to do a whole house party scene with this guy leaning over a balcony, and some unfortunate soul directly below the incoming puke, but got lazy.
Speaking of lazy... This is how my prizes for the '09 MOCies arrived. (Cheap shot time -- Phipson packs for shipping just as well as he builds!) A handful of plastic shopping bags thrown in a big box does not provide adequate cushioning. Look at the disgraceful state of my precious trophies! Luckily, as MOCer of the Year, I was able to figure out how to rebuild them.
From the popular series, "1001 Uses for the Preserved Head of Shannon Ocean." #337 - Wig Shop Mannequin.
There's just something about a classic red spaceman exploring the great outdoors. Taking minifigs outside and photographing them in the land of giants is a noble and ancient tradition.
Photographing your Lego monkeys outside is a tradition slightly less ancient, and a great deal less noble.
Speaking of ancient and noble traditions, how about the Man laying a beatdown on a hapless member of a minority group? If you're ever pulled over for DWS (Driving While a Squid), don't mouth off to the cops. Say yes sir and no sir, keep your hands or tentacles where they can see them, and don't make any sudden moves.
And if you're a young squiddie and one of your own has joined the force, don't expect any special treatment. Or even fair treatment. Especially if he's partnered with a yellow. He'll never give his partner any reason to doubt which side he's really on. (Hint: it ain't yours.)
More fun with Photoshop. My old Tanager spacecraft gets a new paint job, and gets to go through wormholes. Or flee exploding supernovae. Or something.
Birchstone Keep, a proof-of-concept doodle. This used up almost all of my light gray and blay 1x2 plates. Once I acquire about eight million more of each, I'll build a big castle with really fantastic-looking walls out of them.
Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Like, whoah, man... all we gotta do is keep drummin, man... and world peace is sure to follow... like, totally, man.
After crossing the vast forbidding savannah, our classic red spaceman finds a shady spot to relax in.
I had high hopes for Nomad here, but could just never get the right diorama made for him.
Down, boy! You're getting your time in the sun here, don't worry.
Nomad in the Blasted Lands. I was never quite happy with this. I think the biggest problem was not enough color differential between Nomad and the landscape, especially since they're both pretty rough texturally.
So they're plodding along through this wasted landscape, and come across one tree still showing signs of life. Mama Nature Will Find a Way, and all that. I liked it thematically, but just wasn't satisfied with the composition and execution of the MOC.
I always liked my burnt shrubs though, I should have worked them into another MOC.
"Can we keep her?" I still don't know if this stray... thing... the Insectoid kids are bringing home is related to Nomad or not.
Another in my long, long list of abandoned projects that were so cool in my head and then failed to reach that level of greatness when translated into reality. Maybe could have eventually worked, but I lost interest.
I made a lot of microscale craft and vehicles to go with it, but the little power loaders were the best thing to come out of that abandoned WIP, as far as I'm concerned.
Another orphan, much like Nomad. A little construction I liked but could never find the right dio for.
It's good to rework and refine your MOC, but sometimes you can do damage that way. This illustrates the dangers of overthinking. Up top is the initial version of one of my contributions to Keith and Brian's Zero Hour on Highway 44 epic. Directly above is the version that ended up getting sent. Now I look at them and prefer the higher spoiler, the plain windshield, and side striping of the original.
Again, original up top, final product above. The engine needed improvement, which was why the thing got reworked in the first place. I think I succeeded there, I just wish I'd left the rest alone. Oh well.
Crystal Caverns. I like this shot okay, but the overall cavern background didn't look quite as cool as I thought it would. Maybe if I'd used lighter colored plates behind the cheese slopes it would have sparkled more, but black was the only color I had enough of in the right sizes.
Another guy enjoying Crystal Caverns. I probably should have put the camera on a tripod, set the timer, and blown on the propeller so it would be spinning in the shot.
Made for a very special person, who had a blue betta fish named Prince in a bowl on her desk at work. Prince was found dead one morning, so I built Prince II here as what I thought would be a temporary replacement. I was later informed, "You know you're never getting this back, right?" No, I didn't know. If I'd known, I wouldn't have used all my trans-green seaweed pieces in it. And I certainly wouldn't have put half a dozen light blay cheese slopes in it. I mean, sure, I'm a sweetheart and all, but come on! And finally, if I'd known she would dub my creation "Master P." instead of Prince II, I might never have built it at all.
(On an entirely different note, if anyone ever feels like dropping the mayor of Auburn, Washington a line, the phone number to his office is visible on some stationary in the bottom left corner.)
And we close with the ever-popular classic red spaceman version of Where's Waldo.
Man, this guy's not even trying anymore!