And here we go. As promised, here's a (planned) day of no content. Sort of...
Last night, I was gearing up to do a gallery and review of an old figure; a deluxe one, no less! I spent a little time getting the article formatting ready. Then I researched the figure a bit to make sure I had the correct origins (it's kind of a repaint). Then I readied my photo studio setup by loading a newly charged camera battery, connecting the camera to my laptop, and positioning the lights. Lastly, I went to my shelf to get the featured figure along with the accompanying diorama stuff to begin the photoshoot. Then - BLAMMO! I couldn't find the figure. I know I recently had it in my hand, but I have no idea where I put it down. Obviously not on the shelf where I thought it was.
At that point, I was too far gone to switch gears and do a different figure. My entire night was ruined. RUINED!
So instead, we'll just go ahead and do the thing Chris wrote about yesterday.
Consider this a fresh post for Friday, 11/21. To get things started, everyone do their best Charles Nelson Reilly impression and fill in the blank:
Pathetic Pong Krell is so pathetic... [everyone in unison: How pathetic was he?]
...He is so pathetic, that whenever he pulls out his lightsaber, the clones BLANK.