Mike’s Painted Miniatures. What a great idea.
This guy has gone and done something I never even considered…he’s primed and pro-painted M.U.S.C.L.Es and they look fantastic!
Just a little of his work…click the link to see ’em all.
Loving Little Pink Weirdos
Just paid a visit to Emerald City Comics in Pinellas Park, Florida. As always, had a great time immersing myself in this year’s pop culture moment, and enjoyed browsing through their thousands of action figures, games, and comics. My haul this year included this retro stuff of which I am the target audience:
Yep. Those are Alien M.U.S.C.L.E Things from Super7. (As I couldn’t find the Dark Crystal action figures I was looking for, these had to do.) I was really happy to find that some other Gex X geek thought, back in 1985, that it would be great to have M.U.S.C.L.E Things that weren’t just weird Japanese characters that we had no context for, even if that was a main part of their appeal.
Understand that I had the entire collection of M.U.S.C.L.E Things when I was a kid–I even had the poster from the mail-in offer so I could keep track of my collection. When I finally liquidated my childhood back when my parents sold their house, the whole collection fetched a pretty penny on eBay. I only saved my favorite one (pic from musclefigures.com)
Not sure why I love #178 so much, but there he is. He just seems so alien and inscrutable. He’s perched over my desk at work, and perhaps I take a little inspiration from him for my teaching style.
Thanks to the obsessive work of people like Nathan’s Muscle Blog! this little corner of collecting madness will never die.
So I picked those Alien Retro figures up, and then started poking around online as one does on Summer vacation, and lo and behold, I discovered this great site. What a cool combination of the inexplicable and the well-organized! I’d love to spend a few hours browsing this guy’s collection…
Gotta get back to work in a week. These pink critters will certainly be front and center on my desk!
Mythic Battles Pantheon: A Tasty Greek Myths Boardgame Now On Kickstarter!
Check this one out, if just for the wicked awesome Greek Myths minis alone…go ahead, take my money.
Mythic Battles: Pantheon Kickstarter
I made my pledge today. I can’t wait to see how it turns out.
A Spot of Inspiration…
Here’s a wicked cool monster design blog. You’ll lose hours browsing these cool images!
Fantasy Toy Soldiers…who knew?
If you’re an aging Gen-X geek with a few hours to kill, head on over to Fantasy Toy Soldiers right now and indulge in one man’s obsessive quest to document off-brand (and often wacky) toys along the lines of plastic army men or dinosaurs. I can’t count how many of these things (or ones like them) I lost at the beach, in the back yard, or under the bed…
I love this blog! I came to it after finding some ebay sales on old Arco The Other World figures, which I had as a kid…I especially liked the phoenix with antennae and the two-headed dragon. Check out the zany box art!
Enough digging around on FTS will turn up all kinds of craziness. I love how this set (also from Arco, it seems) rips off classic D&D lead sculpts from Grenadier, Heritage, AND Ral Partha, all in one go!
I wish I could get my hands on some of these things, given my latest obsession with all things plastic. I’ve been painting the recently canceled Handful of Heroes figures again, and have approximately 1,000,000 Reaper Bones minis awaiting paint…
In the meantime, check out Fantasy Toy Soldiers.
Zero Charisma: The Educational Value of D&D
20 Vocabulary Words I Learned by Playing Dungeons & Dragons
- benign
- brigand
- cantrip
- carrion
- charisma
- dais
- deity
- dexterity
- encumbrance
- entrails
- ethereal
- geas
- gelatinous
- lycanthrope
- malevolent
- ochre
- offal
- portcullis
- status (as opposed to state)
- tier
Please…add yours below.
Here’s A Great Primer of D&D Critter Drawings by Innerabove
Hulkin’ Out
Some Cool Monster Sculptures
By a Danish artist named Tor Fruergaard. Too bad his tumblr page seems to be shut down.
The Beast In the Maze
One of Narnia’s badass non-CGI Minotaurs.
I’ve been researching how to approach teaching about mythological monsters for a few months now, and I have some good ideas about introducing them–Grendel, Polyphemus, and Count Dracula all have a place in my reading list.
I’m still working out how to teach the myth of Theseus and the Minotaur, though. I’ve been working on a series of poems about these figures for a while now, so I definitely have a personal interest. Once upon a time a friend of mine gave me his favorite writing exercise–write a poem that scares you. I guess I’ve been working on this Minotaur series ever since then, and it’s been a good long time.
Here’s a poem I wrote a few summers ago about the beast. I’ve derived some of the ideas from mythological research (for example, his name–Asterion–is frequently cited by many storytellers) and some I’ve made up myself.
Son of the Stars
Those not in the know assume Pasiphae
had a natural sense of irony, god-warped,
hyperbolic, when they hear his name:
Asterion, son of the stars. But it was in the ninth
midnight of the ninth month since he was
put inside her: nine hours of pushing,
nine midwives in attendance, and one
who fainted when he finally emerged
and, running a white cloth over his forehead,
she felt the nubs that would become his horns–
it was a cold black midnight,
one where the Milky Way was a scattering
thick, almost, as Cretan sand, and each
particular star glimmered, a thousand
wet eyes watching. A midnight where
anyone mortal and awake might look out
and say: this is the true nature of things,
the world as it was meant to be–still,
unclouded, stark, with nothing in the air
to muffle her cries, or those first tentative
furious bleats of her newborn son.
Later, the queen’s breasts would swell
to the size of udders, and the last of the god’s
punishment would flow out of her.
Weighted, exhausted, she would feed him,
hours at a time, and when he slept
she would shift her enormity to the window,
draped in wet silk, breathe the cool air
and wait for the next cry. What would wean
him, send Minos into the nursery, to step
over the splinters of the door, to tear the child
from her arms, to send him in a clumsy bundle
to the royal paddock, to drink from his herd:
her cry, thin, rasping, and defeated–
it’s my blood, my blood, there’s nothing else left.
But soon this, too, would be insufficient.
The teeth that poked through those flat bovine gums
were not the cud-grinding molars of his father,
but, almost human, an ape’s fangs,
outsized, meat-tearing, as if designed to slice
through his thick tongue again and again,
whetting his thirst for humiliated rage.
Minos would go to the stable nightly,
not knowing what to hope, and sit with him,
where he was sometimes tied,
dressed in princely finery as out of place
as the teeth in his mouth.
Speak, he would say. Find words.
Father. Fingers. Hand. Please.
But none ever came. Only glances.
Stare-downs. Deep flared breaths.
Nothing human about this monster,
Minos decided. No son of mine.
But this is where he was wrong:
It was what was human about Asterion
That made him a monster at all.
His thumbs, his memory, his ability to imagine
The stars outside the stable walls
Tumbling, the voice of the constant sea
A sigh, a groan, the sound of his father laughing
Through a closed and unopenable door.
I’d never thought much about why exactly the Minotaur scares me. Certainly, lurking in the darkness of an unsolvable maze is pretty scary, and a bull preying on human flesh is equally unnerving. But in my gaming days the race of minotaurs always seemed kind of cool, almost noble, and never monstrous. The Narnia films do a great job of capturing the D&D style minotaur, with their elaborate armor and Klingon-y sense of honor and whatnot.
The Minoton–a bull-headed bronze golem from Sinbad and the Eye of the Tiger.
I guess Ray Harryhausen’s only shot at a Minotaur was a little more frightening–the stop-motion Minoton from Sinbad and the Eye of the Tiger was pretty awesome in his robotic silence. He could also row a boat like nobody’s bidness. He didn’t do much in the way of action, and he certainly didn’t have any personality, but he was cool. His death–plopping into the ocean–was ignominious at best.
The Minotaur from Terry Gilliam’s Time Bandits, about to bash in Sean Connery’s Scots-Achaean head.
In Terry Gilliam’s awesome Time Bandits, though, the Minotaur kind of makes an appearance. He’s named by Sean Connery’s Agamemnon only as “the enemy of the people,” and his bull head seems more mask than body part, but as scary monsters go, this one is pretty wicked. He also makes some hideous screams and grunts before Sean finally does him in.
My last post detailed the images of Grendel in Brenda Ralph Lewis’ 1980 book Timeless Myths. Again, illustrator Rob McCaig managed to create an image that burned permanently in my mind as the definitive Minotaur.
Tell me this doesn’t scare the crap out of you. The best Minotaur, from Timeless Myths. Painting by Rob McCaig.
I mean, look at the horrible glowing yellow eyes, the smelly-looking hair, the predatory, slavering teeth, the horrible pasty skin, the multiple drool ropes–this thing is definitely what lurks under the bed or in the closet once the lights go out. I imagined it making some pretty horrible sounds as well, and had a hard time staying on this page when I read the book.
As Theseus prepares to deal the fatal blow, ol’ Asterion doesn’t look so vicious. I guess it’s the view. Painting by Rob McCaig.
Of course, no monster myth is complete without a hero, and when Theseus finally makes his move, McCaig’s painting shows the Minotaur to be more helpless, more calf-faced, more King-Kongy than the previous image. The text doesn’t do the monster any credit, but the painting made the story a bit more ambiguous. David D. Gilmore, whose book Monsters: Evil Beings, Mythical Beasts, and All Manner of Imaginary Terrors I’m reading to prepare for my class, would approve. “I have always believed,” he writes, “that the endless fascination with monsters derives from a complex mix of emotions and is not simply reducible to the standard Freudian twins of aggression and repression…the monster stands for both victim and victimizer.” I think this children’s book shows Gilmore’s thesis in spades.
