4.23.2010

The Poor Man's Casting Technique

Okay, I was over at Simon's house last night, and my innner-nerd had a field day.  Simon is one of those hands on kinda guys, able to imagine then build all sorts of crazy things.  He's got more ideas than time, which is probably good for me.

He'd put this blog out of business quick; so to avoid that, I'm going to promote (steal) his ideas, directing traffic here.  Clever, no?

Check it out.


I'm nuts about this idea - I'm going to get more details about the inexpensive mold he's using, because I'm going to build a city! (Or at least help him build one, while directing the accolades here...)

Thoughts? Brent


PS: I just stole this pic from Gauthic - he did it in 10 minutes, based on some comment at Bell.  He's that kind of guy too.  This is me promoting (stealing) his picture (thunder).

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5 comments:

Gauthic said...

Hey link up your sources that you steal, so that they can at least get some traffic from your semi-plagiarism

It didn't bother me until it happened to me *sniffle*

:P :) :D

April 23, 2010 at 1:27 PM
Brent said...

...but wouldn't they follow the link back and realize I'm not only a net-stalker but evidently a clip-thief?

Okay - editing now!

Brent

April 23, 2010 at 1:42 PM
SAJ said...

YOU. drink. MY. Milkshake?



Kidding, 'Ard Boyz offseason is terrain season. I look forward to improving/finishing these casts...

April 23, 2010 at 2:14 PM
Big Whit said...

That casting looks cool as hell! Brent, steal his technology.

April 23, 2010 at 4:34 PM
Gauthic said...

It's nice for your visitors too so if they see a pic they like and they want to see mire they know where to go :)

April 23, 2010 at 6:13 PM

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