It'll soon be Pendraken's 25th anniversary - anything planned for the quarter century?
I could think of a wonderful way to commemorate a quarter-century.
Quote from: FierceKitty on 01 May 2017, 04:03:10 AM
I could think of a wonderful way to commemorate a quarter-century.
Keep it clean ;)
Quote from: ianrs54 on 01 May 2017, 07:25:52 AM
Keep it clean ;)
Quote from: FierceKitty on 01 May 2017, 04:03:10 AM
I could think of a wonderful way to commemorate a quarter-century.
OH NO ! he is going to mention the "A" word.
What, 'Appy Birthday?
I suggest Pendraken have a nice lie down and a quiet snooze, tbh. I suspect they deserve it ;)
We did have some preliminary plans ready but getting BKC-III ready delayed getting things moving. At the moment we'll probably just do a sale on the site or something and do something better next year.
Trip to the Winchester for a couple of pints whilst it all blows over?
I second both Toxicpixie's suggestions, probably in the opposite order :)
I'm sure they deserve it
Alternatively they could go over to Liz's place, hole up, have a cup of tea and wait for this whole thing to blow over. :)
I'm guessing you lot watched that film again the other night as well then...!
Quote from: Leon on 01 May 2017, 08:17:31 PM
I'm guessing you lot watched that film again the other night as well then...!
..... might have. :)
It's never far from my mind :) Although none of the Cornetto Trilogy ever are!
All I know is my dog CAN look up
Who do you think you are, Judge, Judy AND executioner?!
? Bewildered of Sevenoaks
It's for the greater good.
*echoes* The Greater Good. *echoes*
Quote from: Leman on 02 May 2017, 06:05:55 AM
? Bewildered of Sevenoaks
Quotes from the film "Shaun of the Dead" Leman. Part one of the "Three Flavours Cornetto Trilogy". Personally I prefer "Hot Fuzz" but all three are brilliant parodies of horror tropes.
Must admit I preferred Hot Fuzz to Shaun of the Dead, but then again I find the zombie genre a bit gut churning so tend not to watch much of that particular genre. Never heard of the three cornetto trilogy.
Each film has a different flavour, much like a multipack of different flavoured Cornetto's ;)
Also, a different Cornetto flavour is eaten in each.
I think "Hot Fuzz" is the best of them, tbh, but both "Shaun" & "Worlds End" are still pretty good!
Hmmm, we've gone from celebrating 25 years of goodness to the world to zombies! As for me, I am delighted with both - very happy for Pendraken, and achieving 25 years says they are doing something very RIGHT! And I also like the zombie thing - especially The Walking Dead. But I will also say I am a little tired of the gross depiction of carnage it and other of the genre depict.
Terry
Am I alone in fearing that the best of iZombie is over?
OK, I had to go and watch Hot Fuzz tonight and I am still laughing! Yes, to me much more enjoyable than Shaun of the Dead. But then what's not to like about dressing up as cowboys and shooting guns!!!
(http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh235/terry37photos/Cowboy/HT%20Terry%20and%20Lily%20the%20Wonder%20Horse_zpsjpyj3xd6.jpg) (http://s257.photobucket.com/user/terry37photos/media/Cowboy/HT%20Terry%20and%20Lily%20the%20Wonder%20Horse_zpsjpyj3xd6.jpg.html)
Oh, and I'm now thinking about moving to Sandford!!!! ;)
HT Terry, aka Terry
Quote from: Terry37 on 03 May 2017, 02:40:58 AM
But then what's not to like about dressing up as cowboys and shooting guns!!!
Horses !!!!!
Lord knows what effect Welsh ponies must have on him! :d
Not as bad as Aztec ones !
I would like to see a bit of the story of Pendraken over those 25 years.
Leon, 25 years ago looking youthful and unblemished, and today looking youthful and unblemished. Dave 25 years ago, looking fit and healthy and today ... where my copy of Dorian Gray?
Techno, in his Chelsea boots, flares and Wrangler jacket ... and 25 years ago ...
A team photo would be nice. We've been promised one for ages. Unless, of course, everyone has ticked the "no publicity" box.
Some idea on how technology has changed over the past 25 years (4 marks), and what has remained unchanged (3 marks).
Best moment and worst mo ... no belay that last.
Where will Pendraken be in 25 years?
Just general stuff like that.
TBH I'd prefer that to a sale. In the grand scheme of things the metal men are not expensive, and I'm unlikely to change my purchasing patterns (erratic though they are) because of one. Seems a good way to get extra work for less money.
What about a prize draw? For every order over £10 in July, you get an entry. Winner gets a £100 voucher. 2nd prize is £100 voucher and a signed photo of Leon playing XBox. 3rd prize is £100 voucher and Leon comes to your house to play XBox.
I don't have an Xbox! 😱
You'll just have to get one, then!
They're a good bit of kit, much like Pendrakens mini-men ;)
I think if Leon can transport 10,000 miniatures to Salute, he can get an XBox to Lemmey's.
:P
The question is, does he want to?!
Texas would be a long flight just to play XBox!
FSN does have some cool suggestions though.
Quote from: FierceKitty on 01 May 2017, 04:03:10 AM
I could think of a wonderful way to commemorate a quarter-century.
If this involves feathers and the prefix, "Meso-", I am on board.
Quote from: d_Guy on 03 May 2017, 04:09:23 PM
If this involves feathers and the prefix, "Meso-", I am on board.
Ooh! Yes! All those lovely feathered Mesozoic dinosaurs, great idea! ;)
(http://cdn0.lostateminor.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/dinosaur-toys-with-feathers-are-here-to-teach-us-about-evolution11.jpg)
;D ;D ;D :-bd
Sooooo cool!
Quote from: Ithoriel on 03 May 2017, 05:04:43 PM
Ooh! Yes! All those lovely feathered Mesozoic dinosaurs, great idea! ;)
;D ;D ;D
;D
Yes, those would be a close second!
A Quetzalcoatl would be useful.
Quote from: Ithoriel on 03 May 2017, 05:04:43 PM
Ooh! Yes! All those lovely feathered Mesozoic dinosaurs, great idea! ;)
(http://cdn0.lostateminor.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/dinosaur-toys-with-feathers-are-here-to-teach-us-about-evolution11.jpg)
Do you have any friends?....Uh huh, thought not....
Anyone who can pull feathered mesozoic dinos out his back pocket (or somewhere close) will always have friends. ;D ;D ;D
(https://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/mesozoic/images/f/f2/Velociraptor_u4hjbq.jpg)
If velociraptors are supposed to look like this, it's no wonder they were so narky in Jurassic Park. Poor things must have been freezing.
Apparently they were usually about the size of a turkey.
Just in case - for Techno:
(http://427852.forumromanum.com/member/forum/images/profile/13278517034f2568b758f9b.jpg)
They're not quite the "pack of huge cheetah-wolves" of Jurassic Park infamy, and are more "feathered fox" :D
This is one of the finest derailments of a thread I've read in a while. ;D
Its nowt to do with me !
There's good eating on a 'raptor...
Whose derailed? I'm not derailed, just hungry!
Nah, they're less fearsome than the pack of hounds I lived with. Although never mind my flat mates, the dogs were scarier too!
Threads are Rorschach tests. Feel a need for lightening the mood. At this point a map of Turkey would not be remiss.
Oh, Pixie, added a "feathered fox" to Top Totty in your honor.
It goes without saying that Pendraken has infinitely more to celebrate on the 25th than to regreat!
Quote from: d_Guy on 04 May 2017, 01:08:26 PM
Threads are Rorschach tests. Feel a need for lightening the mood. At this point a map of Turkey would not be remiss.
Oh, Pixie, added a "feathered fox" to Top Totty in your honor.
It goes without saying that Pendraken has infinitely more to celebrate on the 25th than to regreat!
To regreat - is that what Trump claims he wants to do with America?
FSN was so excited. He pressed his nose to the window, hoping to see the post-person.
"What are you looking at?" Growled Grandpa Techno. "Get back in the house." Grandma Techno giggled.
"Grandpa Techno?" queried FSN.
"Shuttup and give me my medicine." Dutifully, FSN handed Grandpa Techno the bottle of Jack Daniels medicine. Grandpa Techno hadn't been out of bed for 14 years, due to some unspoken malady. Grandma Techno had joined him some years later, and now they just stayed in bed all the time, drinking their medicine.
"Grandpa Techno?" queried FSN again, once a sufficient glaze had crossed his supposed antecedents eyes.
"Wut?"
"I'm worried about Grandma Techno." Grandma Techno giggled.
"Why?"
"Well, she doesn't look like she did last week." Grandpa Techno peered at Grandma Techno.
"Looks the same to me."
"Well last week, she was blonde."
"Dye job."
"And the week before she spoke with a Polish accent."
"Bang on the head. Side effect of the medicine."
"Well, now ... she's black." Grandpa Techno looked at Grandma Techno. Grandma Techno giggled. She snuggled closer to Grandpa Techno.
"She looks OK to me. You must be misremembering. Now put on some Rick Wakeman and go play with yourself." Dutifully, FSN put on his ear defenders, flipped on "The Six Wives of Henry VIII" and slipped from the room. "Really", he thought, "I must clean up the spillage".
In his own broom cupboard, FSN sighed. He turned on the candle and surveyed his collection of Pendraken Miniatures. Oh how he loved his Pendraken Miniatures. He didn't have very many, but he loved each one as much as he knew how. He was sure that the owner of the Pendraken Factory and Cave Complex, Leon Lonka, kissed each little metal man as he left for a life in the wide world.
FSN sighed. Oh to be as eternally young as Leon Lonka. To be as wise and as rich and as handsome. Still, thought FSN, bloke couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, but there you go, can't have everything.
His reverie was interrupted by a knock at the doorbell. FSN started and rushed from his broom cupboard to the front door.
There stood the Creepy Postman.
"Hello Creepy Postman!" said FSN, uncertainly. "Have you got something for me?"
"Any time." Replied the Creepy Postman. He paused for an uncomfortable length of time, then pressed a package into FSN's hand.
"Just my parcel please." Said FSN primly. He was about to ask for the post, but he'd been caught like that before. The postman handed FSN a familiar brown jiffy bag.
"It's come, it's come" Cahooed FSN, and slammed the door in the Creepy Postman's face before he could bring the thread even further into disrepute.
FSN sat at the kitchen table. "Really", he thought, "We ought to buy a chair." FSN hardly dared open the envelope. He knew it was from Pendraken, but he'd placed the order in July, and so was eligible for an entry in the Golden Dragoon! "I wonder if this is how the Creepy Postman started?" wondered FSN. Brushing aside such dark thoughts he ripped open the package.
Out spilled lots of that grey-brown powdery stuff. FSN's allergy kicked in, and he barely got to his epi-pen in time.
Suitably attired in hazmat suit, facemask and breathing apparatus, FSN carefully disposed of the grey-brown powdery stuff. Then he examined the proper contents of the package.
"Centurion, Centurion AVRE, Centurion side skirts, Sho't, Centurion Bridgelayer. Centurion." FSN sighed his pleasure. He carefully put aside the invitations to the exotic places that Leon Lonka went – St Helens, Falkirk, Durkam – Grandpa Techno liked to use them in his special medicinal cigarettes, and felt a moment of sadness as there was no Golden Dragoon.
"Oh well." Sighed FSN, stoically, "perhaps in another 25 years." Somewhat dishearted, he prodded the contents of the Centurion bridgelayer. "Chassis, bridge, thing, bit, other thing, no idea, wheel? ... " As he moved the pieces around, he noticed one of them had become scratched. A tiny fleck of yellow showed through. Not daring to breathe, FSN reached for the scalpel. He scratched away at the yellow. More grey paint flecked away, the yellow became gold ... FSN passed out.
"Must remember to breathe" he said to himself as he regained consciousness. Then he remembered the golden part. Remembering to breathe, he scratched away, and as he did so, a tiny golden figure emerged.
"Grandpa Techno!" He yelled! "I've got the Golden Dragoon!"
"I had that in '78. Whatever you do, don't pour melted butter on it!" FSN filed that away as more useful information from his sage forebear.
"I've got the Golden Dragoon! I'm going to see Leon Lonka and the Pendraken Factory and Cave Complex!"
Quote from: fsn on 05 May 2017, 07:45:27 AM
FSN was so excited. He pressed his nose to the window, hoping to see the post-person.
"What are you looking at?" Growled Grandpa Techno. "Get back in the house." Grandma Techno giggled.
"Grandpa Techno?" queried FSN.
"Shuttup and give me my medicine." Dutifully, FSN handed Grandpa Techno the bottle of Jack Daniels medicine. Grandpa Techno hadn't been out of bed for 14 years, due to some unspoken malady. Grandma Techno had joined him some years later, and now they just stayed in bed all the time, drinking their medicine.
"Grandpa Techno?" queried FSN again, once a sufficient glaze had crossed his supposed antecedents eyes.
"Wut?"
"I'm worried about Grandma Techno." Grandma Techno giggled.
"Why?"
"Well, she doesn't look like she did last week." Grandpa Techno peered at Grandma Techno.
"Looks the same to me."
"Well last week, she was blonde."
"Dye job."
"And the week before she spoke with a Polish accent."
"Bang on the head. Side effect of the medicine."
"Well, now ... she's black." Grandpa Techno looked at Grandma Techno. Grandma Techno giggled. She snuggled closer to Grandpa Techno.
"She looks OK to me. You must be misremembering. Now put on some Rick Wakeman and go play with yourself." Dutifully, FSN put on his ear defenders, flipped on "The Six Wives of Henry VIII" and slipped from the room. "Really", he thought, "I must clean up the spillage".
In his own broom cupboard, FSN sighed. He turned on the candle and surveyed his collection of Pendraken Miniatures. Oh how he loved his Pendraken Miniatures. He didn't have very many, but he loved each one as much as he knew how. He was sure that the owner of the Pendraken Factory and Cave Complex, Leon Lonka, kissed each little metal man as he left for a life in the wide world.
FSN sighed. Oh to be as eternally young as Leon Lonka. To be as wise and as rich and as handsome. Still, thought FSN, bloke couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, but there you go, can't have everything.
His reverie was interrupted by a knock at the doorbell. FSN started and rushed from his broom cupboard to the front door.
There stood the Creepy Postman.
"Hello Creepy Postman!" said FSN, uncertainly. "Have you got something for me?"
"Any time." Replied the Creepy Postman. He paused for an uncomfortable length of time, then pressed a package into FSN's hand.
"Just my parcel please." Said FSN primly. He was about to ask for the post, but he'd been caught like that before. The postman handed FSN a familiar brown jiffy bag.
"It's come, it's come" Cahooed FSN, and slammed the door in the Creepy Postman's face before he could bring the thread even further into disrepute.
FSN sat at the kitchen table. "Really", he thought, "We ought to buy a chair." FSN hardly dared open the envelope. He knew it was from Pendraken, but he'd placed the order in July, and so was eligible for an entry in the Golden Dragoon! "I wonder if this is how the Creepy Postman started?" wondered FSN. Brushing aside such dark thoughts he ripped open the package.
Out spilled lots of that grey-brown powdery stuff. FSN's allergy kicked in, and he barely got to his epi-pen in time.
Suitably attired in hazmat suit, facemask and breathing apparatus, FSN carefully disposed of the grey-brown powdery stuff. Then he examined the proper contents of the package.
"Centurion, Centurion AVRE, Centurion side skirts, Sho't, Centurion Bridgelayer. Centurion." FSN sighed his pleasure. He carefully put aside the invitations to the exotic places that Leon Lonka went – St Helens, Falkirk, Durkam – Grandpa Techno liked to use them in his special medicinal cigarettes, and felt a moment of sadness as there was no Golden Dragoon.
"Oh well." Sighed FSN, stoically, "perhaps in another 25 years." Somewhat dishearted, he prodded the contents of the Centurion bridgelayer. "Chassis, bridge, thing, bit, other thing, no idea, wheel? ... " As he moved the pieces around, he noticed one of them had become scratched. A tiny fleck of yellow showed through. Not daring to breathe, FSN reached for the scalpel. He scratched away at the yellow. More grey paint flecked away, the yellow became gold ... FSN passed out.
"Must remember to breathe" he said to himself as he regained consciousness. Then he remembered the golden part. Remembering to breathe, he scratched away, and as he did so, a tiny golden figure emerged.
"Grandpa Techno!" He yelled! "I've got the Golden Dragoon!"
"I had that in '78. Whatever you do, don't pour melted butter on it!" FSN filed that away as more useful information from his sage forebear.
"I've got the Golden Dragoon! I'm going to see Leon Lonka and the Pendraken Factory and Cave Complex!"
;D
8-} :O) and @-)
but definitely =O =O =O
:-bd
Cheers,
Meirion
Nobby......
You are SUCH an OIK !!
Cheers - Grandpa.
;D
;D ;D
Stop encouraging him ! ;)
Cheers - Phil.
[Too late!] ;D =D>
I don't think he needs any encouragement, he's fine all on his own!
;D
Quote from: FierceKitty on 05 May 2017, 12:14:00 AM
To regreat - is that what Trump claims he wants to do with America?
:-[ :-* :)
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes
;D ;D
The traveling mountebank minstrel, has returned to the village square to sing the "Lay of the Little Men" and all is now right with the world. Bravo! =D>
(The traveling oik, more like.) =)
Cheers - Phil.
Quote from: d_Guy on 05 May 2017, 12:58:08 PM
;D ;D
The traveling mountebank minstrel, has returned to the village square to sing the "Lay of the Little Men" and all is now right with the world. Bravo! =D>
Didn't know that the Postal guy sang?
Of interest to me was fsn beginning his/her/its song by waiting for the "post-person". This may be an a post-human with encyclopedic knowledge and advanced traits of helpfulness (Grumpy Old Man for example) or, and this is more likely, a degraded and devolved form such as Westie (as the first of many examples). Only time will tell.
;D ;D ;D ;D ;D