My So-Called ‘Practice’ with ‘Models’
So, you saw that title, ‘models with great boobs,’ and you clicked. I get it. But honestly, my journey into this whole ‘modeling’ thing, or what folks thought I was doing, turned out to be a whole different ball game. It wasn’t what it looked like on the tin, not by a long shot.
It all kicked off when I figured I’d try my hand at miniature painting. You know, those little figures for tabletop games and such. Looked like a chill hobby, something to unwind with. So, I went out and got myself a starter set, a bunch of paints, some ridiculously tiny brushes – the works. My first few attempts? Man, they were total train wrecks. Paint was on too thick, or too thin, colors all muddy. Looked like a raccoon had a fight with the paint pots.
But I’m a stubborn guy, so I kept at it. ‘Practice makes perfect,’ or so they tell ya. I started gobbling up tutorial videos online, lurked in a few forums. And that’s where the whole situation got a bit… sideways, leading to some wild misunderstandings, kinda like that headline you probably clicked on.
I was wrestling with this one particular model – it was some kind of fantasy beast, a monstrous looking thing, definitely not human. It had these super tricky parts, these big, round, awkward bumps on its back that were an absolute pain to paint and get smooth. I must have spent ages on that one beast. I was venting on some forum about how tough it was to get these ‘big lumpy bits’ (yeah, real technical term, I know) to look decent. Some fella, probably trying to be a comedian, piped up with something like, ‘Ha, sounds like you’re battling the great boobs on that beast!’ And wouldn’t you know it, the name sort of stuck within that little forum thread, just for that annoying section of that one creature model.
Well, word travels, or rather, misinterpretations travel. Folks outside that little chat, maybe they just saw bits and pieces, or someone cracked a joke about it somewhere else, and boom. The rumor mill fired up. ‘Oh, you hear about [My Name]? He’s apparently sculpting those kinds of models now,’ or ‘Heard he’s got this whole collection of models with… well, you get the picture.’ It was pretty bonkers! My actual ‘practice’ was just me, hunched over a tiny plastic monster, sweating bullets trying not to make a mess of the paint job on some awkward lumps, and suddenly I’m ‘that dude’.
- At first, it was just plain confusing. People would give me these weird looks.
- Then, it got kinda irritating, you know? All the sly comments and winks.
- Eventually, I just had to roll with it and try to see the funny side, mostly.
The crazy thing is, this whole mess taught me a fair bit, and not just about how to paint tiny, lumpy monsters. It showed me how fast stuff can get twisted out of shape, how a random, silly comment can just blow up into something else entirely. My ‘practice record’ from that time is really about learning patience, trying to improve my fine motor skills (which are still a work in progress, let me tell you), and figuring out how to deal with the sheer frustration when one tiny slip of the brush would undo hours of work. It sure as heck wasn’t about… well, it wasn’t about what that clickbaity title, or those goofy rumors, made it sound like.
I distinctly remember this one evening, I was so wound up with that particular beast model – the one with the infamous ‘great boobs’ as that forum joker had christened its back ridges – I nearly chucked it across the room. I’d sunk like three solid nights into trying to get the highlights just so on those stupid bumps. My partner walked in, took one look at me practically steaming, and just calmly said, ‘Maybe it’s time to take a little break from the… uh… the very lumpy creature?’ Wise words.
In the end, I did manage to finish that model. And you know what? It didn’t look half bad, bumps and all. But the whole episode was a real eye-opener. So now, when someone brings up my supposed ‘models with great boobs’ phase, I just lay out this whole story. It’s usually a far cry from what they were expecting to hear. My actual ‘practice record’ is much more about the daily grind, the silly misunderstandings, and just learning to either develop a thick skin or at least a super steady hand for painting tiny details.
So yeah, that’s the real scoop behind a title like that. It’s wild what folks will jump to assume, isn’t it? My workbench is actually cluttered with half-painted space marines and grumpy-looking orcs, not the kind of collection some imaginations cooked up. And truth be told, I’m still just over here trying to figure out the best way to thin my paints. The struggle, my friends, the struggle is definitely real.
