Spaceport Series I project supporters each get to name a town/city that ends up on blocks of 250 license plates/number plates. More details at the Genet Models workbench:
Just posted another workbench entry for the spaceport trucks over at the Genet Models forum!
To my great glee, I discovered earlier today that Ecwid (the shopping cart provider for Genet Models) had rolled out full support for free checkouts this morning.
This removes the clumsy pain-in-the-ass “contact me for a coupon code and then complicated sequence of steps pat head rub belly dance around the pentagram yo ho ho and a jug of rum” way of handling Chez Ebbles promo codes that was in place before, so I went ahead and moved all existing Chez Ebbles promo codes over to the Genet Models shop as discount coupon codes.
Now you can just plug your promo code directly into the discount coupon code box of the Genet Models shopping bag, and it’ll just work.
Granted, I still have to manually balance the ledger at the end of the day because they still don’t support “gift card” style persistent balances, but I don’t care–what’s important is that it’s not complicated for you guys to deal with anymore, and all you have to do is paste a code in a box and I’ll take care of the math and updating.
Just as a reminder, and if you’re not sure whether or not you have a promo code, previous Chez Ebbles project supporters can check using the Discountron.
This weekend, I reformatted the Wiking with machine cutter support. I just finished building one in a single 4 hour sitting.
More details here.
Now I’m gonna go rustle up some breakfast.
That Damn Dog
Little Bitey the Chihuahua is no longer a houseguest here. We had the horrid little beast for over 3 weeks, and her owner finally came home from the hospital yesterday. That dog is No Longer Our Problem, and I cannot overstate exactly how happy that makes me.
In addition to the aggravation, there was humor. Shortly after she bit me, I took to leaving her short leash hooked to her harness so I wouldn’t have to put my hands anywhere within range of her teeth. This, of course, is irresistible to Mrs E’s cat Speckles, who outweighs that dog by 8 pounds–so we’d see the dog trotting along, and Speckles following her with the other end of the leash in his teeth. A big cat walking a little dog. Funniest damn thing I ever saw.
Then there was the night when Mrs E heard mysterious crunching and slurping noises coming from the closet where we keep the covered litterbox. Apparently, cat turds are fine dining to dogs. Note to all crazy old ladies with little dogs: if cat poop is a culinary treat to your dog, trust me, your dog will do just fine on Ol’ Roy. Remember that the next time you think about shelling out a buck fifty for a little tin of fancy meat paste with a picture of some albino Ewok named Cesar on the label.
That dog isn’t a rocket scientist by any stretch of the imagination. She’ll go outside, run around for 20 minutes, then she wants to come back in, where she promptly extrudes a log onto the kitchen floor. I really don’t think she gets how it’s supposed to work.
I also discovered that the vacuum cleaner has a bit of a laxative effect on her, which resulted in me shrieking in horror and chasing her to the back door with flailing arms while she hopped along dropping a trail of fear turds. Since then, I made sure to put her outside while doing the housework.
This morning, Larry (the church volunteer who’s dealing with our neighbor’s issues) was over there changing some lightbulbs that had burnt out when our neighbor was in the hospital. The dog laid a log at his feet, he turned around and stepped right in it, and Mrs E was out back when he hopped out of the house to hose it off his shoes.
My reaction was something along the lines of “Hee hee hee. That dog is somebody else’s problem now.”
I was also afflicted with a mad desire to experiment in the kitchen. The last time I did that, I made homemade peanut butter cups, which were a surprise hit. This time, I created a bizarre hybrid of a German chocolate cake and a Black Forest torte. I think I overdid the Kirschwasser a little, considering that it was the first time Mrs E and I have actually gotten drunk from eating a cake.
I also broke out our big electric griddle from the shed, where it’s remained in its box ever since it was given to us 5-6 years ago as a Christmas present. At the time, Mrs E was the household chef and she was all ::dramatic voice:: “It’s too big for our kitchen!” ::flings hand over eyes:: about it, so we never really used it.
Within a couple months of taking on the mantle of He-Maid, Master of the Housekeeping, I was pretty sick of using multiple frying pans to prepare a single meal, and I was fantasizing about being able to cook a bunch of stuff all at once so it could all be plated near-simultaneously. So I went to the shed, fished the box out from amongst the other crap stuffed into the shed, and set it up. What do you know, it fits perfectly on the counter next to the kitchen sink, which we never really use for anything.
I proceeded to gleefully prepare yesterday’s supper on it. Damn fine burgers, I tell you. Damn fine.
On the subject of work, I’ve been dealing with some launch plans for Genet Models. I set up an advertiser account with The Miniatures Page and prepared the next round of releases. I’ll be rolling out completed project models soon.
I moved the Workbench over to the Genet Models forum (link) and tweaked things a bit there. I also did a bit of under-the-hood work with the Ecwid cart to make it more search-engine friendly.
I’m also preparing to build a diorama board so I can do nice photo shoots. Details are here.
I’ve also modified the Samson truck a bit to use the same build method as the Zoom runabout. I’m looking forward to building trucks for a change. I must’ve built and tossed out nearly a dozen runabouts in my quest for the ideal development.