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Hey Myrmidon,
>> It isn't a matter of some insanely rare genetic gift.
Not Nature . . .
>> It's a learnable & teachable skill.
. . . but nurture?
>> some folks are destine to be better at a given skill than others
So now it's Nature again? By George, he hasn't got it!
>> people go through life never knowing the extent of their talents
Hardly a tragic factoid. Especially as it pertains to *The Hobby*.
>> they never push themselves
There's the crux: whether likely results are *worth* the effort.
>> Be prepared to spend a lot of time on painting exercises.
Exercises? Solitary calisthenics? What, instead of playing?
For a result that's appreciable only under magnification? X- D
>> control
LOL!
>> theory
LMAO!
>> physics
ROTFLMAO!
>> psych
ROTFLMAOWTIME!
>> time consuming...real 'work'.
Whew! Oho, man! Like medicine and engineering? Puh-lease!
You can't compare 'wet brush' techniques to a gifted Healer.
That's an insult to the prodigy who developed Breast Augmentation.
NMM mastery equivalent to a God-given aptitude for engineering?
Not to the genius who developed the Beer Can That Opens at Both Ends.
Painting toys is more akin to 'craft' skills like yodeling or juggling.
Sure, it's cool to be able to balance heavy appliances on your face.
But after months of solitary practice, you'd be missing something.
That FW Dread wasn't painted for so low a purpose as *gaming*!
So it's no more impressive to *gamers* than a Slim Whitman song.
Neither is the apparent 'skill' one whit more enviable.
So, you hobbyists who consider yourselves 'primarily painters'?
Is it worth it?
A'ight, I'm Audi.
I have to go think of ways to put *yet more* chrome on my motorcycle.
Later, all.
Playa
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Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
This verbal class distinction, by now should be antique.
If you spoke as she does sir, instead of the way you do,
Why, you might be - - - selling flowers, too!
Hear a Yorkshireman. Or worse, hear a Cornishman converse,
I'd rather hear a choir singing flat.
Chickens cackling in a barn, just like this girl Eliza. "G'arn!"
Oh, Henry! Now I ask you sir, what sort of word is that?