Sunday, 30 September 2012

Warhammer and archaeology

This afternoon I alternated between:

  • looming over middle child painting warhammer in Games Workshop, while tut-tutting over the price of models They want to charge HOW much for a mutated plastic soldier with a chainsaw?  and trying to grasp the concept of all the different armies So, tell me again, what are Wood Elf Glade Guards and why can't they team up with those space marine guys on motorbikes?... One customer child with paintbrush in hand, who heard me sigh aloud: This is like watching paint dry replied Actually that's what it is, most of the time. He had a point. But three hours of watching warhammer is more than any parental contract dictates.

  • taking/picking up big'un to an archaeology taster session at a local museum with his archaeology group. Not helped by standing outside the wrong door for 20 minutes and wondering most of his archaeology group hadn't arrived. But not alone because five others were also in the wrong place at the wrong time. And with that group mentality none of us thought to bang on the door and ask why we were still stood outside it 10 minutes after the session had started.  Anyhow, apparently the group were helping out the museum by bagging - or re-packing - museum specimens to avoid damage. The highlight for ds1 was when someone showed him how to identify different flints/flint tools. Hopefully these will become regular sessions.
  • testing out our new wireless internet. It took most of yesterday to get the connection working. I'd assumed it was just my technical incompetence, but when I finally gave in to ignorance and rang their helpline it turned out that *they* were having problems. Right. So I now have wireless on one laptop. The other with Windows 7 isn't playing ball despite poking it with a long stick and talking to it nicely.  I've had to order a dongle (which sounds very rude) for the pc. Suddenly I feel like the squirrel in that scene in Ice Age when it goes to heaven and is dragged back through the pearly gates in a whoosh, while leaving his giant golden hazelnut behind. Except that I'm being dragged into the modern tech world with nothing more than a very slim instruction booklet and a web address for their 'online help' (which they obviously haven't realised isn't much use if you can't get online). All of which is more detail about my household frustrations than you needed.


Pip said...

oh another warhammer parent. Oh and aren't they ridiculously priced!!! I don't see why they have to cost so much. They seem to sell a lot when i am there... not just to muggins here lol. But for all that moaning I have to say the boy loves it!!!!!

Anne B said...

Can I pass your comment on to my little bro, who manages a Games Workshop? (And runs home ed sessions, cos he does what his big sis tells him to!)

It sums up my problem with it exactly and proves it isn't just me.

Always enjoy reading your blog, btw as it shows me another side of the HE fence.

Big mamma frog said...

I actually think iit's a great hobby, but I do wish they'd provide sofas for the parents and bigger discounts. It's all very well for nerdy blokes with nothing else to spend their money on, but there's nothing in the shop that's pocket money priced for kids who just can't easily save 30 quid. They'd be much more likely to get my regular custom if you could buy part-sets or secondhand in the shop for a fiver but there's virtually nothing in that price range.