Chiroptera . "Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at! Up above the world you fly, Like a tea-tray in the sky." . Chiroptera is the name of the order within the class mammalia that includes bats.
That's all old gray on this one, not even a whiff of blay. Because old gray would kick blay's ass if they ever got in a fight. Like if a '48 Chevy (two tons of steel) hit any modern car (all plastic and lightweight composites), who's coming out on top? Same thing.
You know, I never liked school -- unless it was old school.
I used to think that if a one-way time portal opened up to, say, 1966 or so, I'd walk through it and not think twice. Getting too old now, though. All the hippies who said "don't trust anyone over thirty" would think I was a narc, and I'd never get anywhere.
Everyone always complains about the times they live in. The 60's and 70's had their share of problems -- believe me, I know my history -- but the music was so much better!
From about 1967 to 1976 was the Golden Age of Rock... then you got disco and glam rock in the late 70's, but there were still good rock tunes being put out... then you got MTV and it sucked the soul right out of music.
It became all about how you looked rather than how you sounded. Oh, image has always been important, and pretty people have always had and will always have an advantage over the uglies, but now it seems to be the main focus.
I believe this to be absolutely true: You will never hear the most talented female vocalist in the world today, because she's fat and ugly, and no one will give her a recording contract, because they can't promote her on video, because she's fat and ugly.
Name a legitimately ugly woman singer working today. Can you do it?
I really don't like that windscreen piece, it's hard to integrate. I would have liked to have it on a hinge or a sliding mechanism, but settled for just removing it entirely to get the pilot in and out. Good thing I don't worry too much about realism with my spaceships.
It's been a while since I built one too, especially a minifig-scale craft. I know how much you all love the random commentary that normally accompanies them... so what's on my mind at this very moment, other than a lament for the good old days of free love, rampant drug use, and the greatest music ever made?
One word: SPAM!
It may not be what you think. I couldn't care less if the smiley face rating of every MOC on my page got pushed down to one. If it's worth your time and trouble to do, and it makes you feel better about yourself, have at it. However, I do care, when I visit my beloved MOCpages, when everywhere I see, kids are crying about being spammed. I believe I speak for a great many people when I say: just shut up and deal with it.
Is it annoying? Sure. Should the MOCpages rating system be scrapped or revamped? Probably. Is there a better, fairer system for determining the MOCs that make it on the front page? Undoubtedly.
But keep in mind that as I write these words, the comment system just underwent a major improvement and revision. I can only imagine the hours of tedious combing through computer code that went into that. Sean Kenney probably spent a lot of good money on a crew of tech guys to do that. Did you help foot any of that bill? I don't see the review/rating system getting changed again anytime soon. Deal with it.
Change of plans, the craft is now called the Spaminator, and the backstory is as follows -- it cruises MOCpages, seeking out whiny bitches moaning about their low ratings, and nukes them with a hail of one-bombs!
No, not really. There's no need -- I think there's an anonymous cadre of invisible vigilantes who already do that for us. There's no justice like angry mob justice. And self-rating is not the way to fight back, it just makes you look like a tool.
Anybody that tells me in a review to check out their stuff, I make it a point to NOT check out their stuff. And people who whine about their ratings or being spammed just make me want to go rate all their MOCs ones myself. PLEASE shut the hell up and just build. Grow up and play with your toys like a man!
You may commence one-bombing all my creations now. Seriously. I dare you.