Well here we come, Innocent Friends to ask leave to ask leave to ask leave to sing... A common opening to the pwngco Well here we go! Thanks for finding your way back to The Art of Caesura! I hope you used the weekend to sample many lovely brews! For those of you who have been here since the beginning , you’ll know that this blog kind of came out of making some New Year resolutions. I’ve been sharing with you the weekly miniatures that I have been completing, and over the past two weeks have described elements of my third resolution. In the future I’d like to be able to include you (via this blog) in my other happy hobbies like guitar, hiking, and SCUBA. But this week I’m looking forward to showing you the model that I’ve been working on…back to The World of Smog! The Lost Boy “Some have claimed that [The Lost Boy] is the fruit of the forbidden love between an important Member of Parliament and a soothsayer of the Wheel, taken at his birth by age

Welcome back to another taste of The Art of Caesura! I hope the week hasn’t been too hectic, and that you have a great weekend lined up! Last time I plied you with some of my favourite beers from the west coasts of two small Islands, this week I’d like to show you my recent U-brew efforts. For the past month I’ve been brewing a craft beer from the Mangrove Jack’s line called LordFinster (a dark English bitter-style ale). I just had my bottling day a few days ago, but let me get you up to speed on what I’ve been up to in the background for about the length of time this blog has been running. Here is my set-up. My fiancée got me a robust plastic bucket fermenter with all the fixin’s (water seal, siphons, bottle brush, bottle caps, bottle cap capper, filling wand, hydrometer, thermometer…not to mention the actual kit with the liquid malt extract (LME), dry hops and yeast). I know, she’s a keeper! After five days of fermentatio

When things go wrong and will not come right, though you do the best you can, when life looks black as the hour of night - a pint of plain is your only man... Flann O’Brien Hey Gang! Grab a pint and settle into The Art of Caesura. Hope you all had loads of pancakes on Tuesday with tons of good ol' Canadian Maple Syrup! As I mentioned at the end of last week’s post , this week is going to be a little bit different. Up until now I have been focusing this budding blog on one of my interests: miniatures, and specifically those from The World of Smog: On Her Majesty’s Service because these are crazy characterful minis that haven’t seen a whole ton of internet attention. In future posts I’m looking forward to talking about the latest miniature game that I’m getting into (and given my interests in Victorian steampunk horror, ten guesses what that game will be!) But today I want to give you a taste of one of my other interests: Beer! Now, I could wax lyrical ab

When I was a kid I always wanted to be a mad scientist. I don’t know, a regular scientist just was no fun. Tim Burton Happy Friday one and all, it’s that time of the week again: The Art of Caesura! Whether you prescribe to humans or rodents for your weather predictions, it sounds like they’re all in agreement this week. The word from Gobbler’s Knob (I know, right!?) is that neither Punxsutawney Phil , nor his northern cousin, Shubenacadie Sam saw their shadows and thus winter is over, long live spring! I guess the Irish groundhogs didn’t get the memo… Thanks for taking a peek at last week’s Colonel Steel . This week I managed to complete my second miniature from The World of Smog: On Her Majesty’s Service . This time I painted up one of the baddies: An Agent of the Shadow Master, The Mad Scientist. The Mad Scientist "Once a pioneer in automaton cutting tools for Skeford Arms’ slaughterhouses, the Mekasylum struck the Mad Scientist’s name from t