Sick Songs

We're both still sick . . . and it sucks! I thought I had passed the worst of it Tuesday night. Turns out I was a little optimistic. I think Pat is a little better, but she still isn't over it yet.

I did get a little painting done Tuesday night. I was all ready to work on the chestnut Centaur when I realized the mail needed highlighting on both figures.

I had a major, fatigue-induced, slip on the grey. Yeah, a whole swipe of wet brushing that I'm going to have to go back and re-do. I finished up both of them; highlighting with Shiny Silver.

Then I gave up in disgust.

I haven't had the energy or concentration to paint since then. It's pretty much been a case of eat, maybe doze off, cough and blow my nose. Go to bed. That's been it for both of us.

Since I don't have a stylin' progress photo, it's time for another Game Day Song by Tim the Elder. (I have no idea when this one dates from, but I will never forget him singin it, on his knees, hand in shirt, newspaper bicorne on his head . . .)


The Ballad of Napoleon the Frog

Come and listen to my story bout Napoleon the Frog
Who tried to gobble Europe like an insane bloated hog
But then one day he was shootin at some Krauts
And as his men came running by
He heard their screaming shouts

Prussians, Sir!
And big, nasty, sharp-pointed-teethy Limeys

Well the next thing you know, ole Nappy starts to pee
Bayonets and round-shot where his hemorroids used to be
They kicked his ass so high he now sneezes when he farts
And he keeps a weiner in his pants
'Cause they blew his bone-a-part


I told you it's a sick song. And we laughed our butts off.

I'm glad I posted it ~ I needed a smile this morning.

We did get the Jewelry Focus pieces shipped in time. Now we're trying to get everything else done, and the repairs, and we're both hoping we get our voices back before Saturday!

The next song I post will have to be Tim's classic "Why, Why Can't Johnnie Come By?" Which dates back to when he became Poppa John . . .

Battle Hymn

Nope ~ didn't get any painting done last night. By the time we finished dinner it was 9 PM. Though I did get eight meals made and in the freezer. But it's just not the same as an hour or so of painting time . . .

I think I need to make some changes to my schedule!

As I mentioned before, I am very blessed to have some very good friends. Each are special and talented in their own ways. Since Tim the Elder likes what I'm doing here, tracking my painting progress and recording some of our gaming adventures, it's time for something new . . .

Tim the Elder has for years regaled us (and literally reduced us to hysterics) with his gaming songs. Generally they have something to do with that day's battle. They have almost all been written on his drive to my house, or scribbled in a parking lot. They range from the sublime to the ridiculous. He has made us laugh so hard that we have cryed with our sides splitting!


If you think that's tough, imagine being on his side in the game and getting to be his back up singer ~ 'cause he'll hand you the lyrics, tell you what tune it's sung to and off you go! As in this picture, from January of 2006, I'm obviously stunned in disbelief as Tim gestures to get the accent right as he sings the lead!

So, today's installment was first sung, to the tune of The Battle Hymn of the Republic, by Tim the Elder on February 19th, 2000.

The Battle Hymn of the Wargamer

My dice have been responsible for losing all my wars
Whenever I need sixes they will always come up fours
My game buddies all laugh and tease about my lowly scores
Bad dice roll on and on

I'm such a whiz at flank marches until I roll the dice
My troops that were in hot pursuit are now as cold as ice
It's hard to turn a flank when your own men have turned to mice
Bad dice roll on and on

Lordy, Lordy how they screw ya
Lordy, Lordy how they screw ya
Lordy, Lordy how they screw ya
Bad dice roll on and on

I can occupy the high ground with my back towards the sun
I can fortify positions but before my turn is done
I can test morale and watch my men surrender, die and run
Bad dice roll on and on

I have seen my veteran infantry marching like they were lame
I have seen my charging cavalry run back from where they came
I have seen my 12 pound battery go up in smoke and flame
Bad dice roll on and on

Lordy, Lordy how they screw ya
Lordy, Lordy how they screw ya
Lordy, Lordy how they screw ya
Bad dice roll on and on

I can change the rules to help me but my friends would give me lip
I can change the army lists to make sure mine are best equipped
I can change my name to Gladys Knight to get a decent "pip"
Bad dice roll on and on

Lordy, Lordy how they screw ya
Lordy, Lordy how they screw ya
Lordy, Lordy how they screw ya
Bad dice roll on and on


If only I can find a photo of him on his knees wearing a paper bicorne, with a hand in his shirt, as he was singing his Ballad of Napoleon the Frog . . .