Recently, I have earnt many of them.
But first, perhaps an explanation of the concept of bloke points. You earn them for bloke-y things.
Keeping a drawer full of screws. Owning a chainsaw. Having a workbench in the garage. Use of a chainsaw. Inappropriate application of power tools. Using something for a purpose it wasn't intended for, more given if it either fixes or breaks something.
How many bloke points have YOU earnt recently?
And more. For example, take some situations from the day that we came up with them.
Normal day, kit-making for the Viking thing. Making shields. One person was earning points for, quite literally, making holes in leather - using a drill, onto his unprotected knee, and hitting the drill in with a hammer.
No blood was spilled, and we only said he'd earnt them afterwards, of course..
But, anyway. It seems recently I've been on something of a spree of bloke point gathering. And for some reason, I feel like talking about it for a while.
Sleeping in a boarskin. (Very warm. Then I got boar hair in my eye and swore loudly.) Using a re-enactment axe and a pair of pliers to break into a broken car CD player to rescue a CD - which, I'll add, still plays. Use of vice to hammer nails in. Use of sledgehammer to hammer nails in.
The nails being hammered into possibly the most epic joke present ever devised... it's handmade, and really reflects the "18th birthday" part of it. It's not a huge wooden "I'm 18" badge, it's really not something you'd bring out in public, and it may relate to what I said somewhere (intro thread, maybe first blog post, I don't know) involving leatherworking.
Images may come closer to the time of giving when I've bound part of it in linen thread, the wood split a bit. Crap quality nails, each took about five, ten minutes to get in - and I had help from someone else in on this.
When the time comes, the recipient's face will be priceless, and there's a very good chance she'll try and kill me even if she DOES see the funny side 😛
Heh.
Anyway. Download is finished. Later, all.
But first, perhaps an explanation of the concept of bloke points. You earn them for bloke-y things.
Keeping a drawer full of screws. Owning a chainsaw. Having a workbench in the garage. Use of a chainsaw. Inappropriate application of power tools. Using something for a purpose it wasn't intended for, more given if it either fixes or breaks something.
How many bloke points have YOU earnt recently?
And more. For example, take some situations from the day that we came up with them.
Normal day, kit-making for the Viking thing. Making shields. One person was earning points for, quite literally, making holes in leather - using a drill, onto his unprotected knee, and hitting the drill in with a hammer.
No blood was spilled, and we only said he'd earnt them afterwards, of course..
But, anyway. It seems recently I've been on something of a spree of bloke point gathering. And for some reason, I feel like talking about it for a while.
Sleeping in a boarskin. (Very warm. Then I got boar hair in my eye and swore loudly.) Using a re-enactment axe and a pair of pliers to break into a broken car CD player to rescue a CD - which, I'll add, still plays. Use of vice to hammer nails in. Use of sledgehammer to hammer nails in.
The nails being hammered into possibly the most epic joke present ever devised... it's handmade, and really reflects the "18th birthday" part of it. It's not a huge wooden "I'm 18" badge, it's really not something you'd bring out in public, and it may relate to what I said somewhere (intro thread, maybe first blog post, I don't know) involving leatherworking.
Images may come closer to the time of giving when I've bound part of it in linen thread, the wood split a bit. Crap quality nails, each took about five, ten minutes to get in - and I had help from someone else in on this.
When the time comes, the recipient's face will be priceless, and there's a very good chance she'll try and kill me even if she DOES see the funny side 😛
Heh.
Anyway. Download is finished. Later, all.
