May the Fourth be AGAINST YOU

Oh. Me.

So May the 4th is supposed to be a cool thing. SyFy geeks all across the globe are celebrating it's awesome significance. Still don't get the reference? Maybe this will help:

Still don't get it? Then stop reading. This blog just isn't for you.

Well, the day started off "with me". May the 4th was seriously bringing it's awesomeness. Me and my SyFyFAM went out to breakfast with one of my favorite "lost boys" (love him! Oh, and I think I'm Wendy.) We retrieved a vehicle (um....cuz we stayed out lates the night befores). I did TWO loads of dishes and TWO loads of laundry start to finish (and that's significant because I often leave clothes in the wash for days and then have to rewash.....and rewash). We also kept my SyFyKIDS alive, nourished, and happy. SyFyDAD relocated sprinkler boxes (massive undertaking). AND....sat through the 137th time of watching FROZEN.

Yes, I would say that the FOURTH was WITH ME.

I decided to finally mold the massive sculpt I've been working on for the last few days today as well. You know, because I didn't have enough going on. The sculpt was supposed to be my version of Darkness from the crap-tastically awesome 80's movie LEGEND. Here is the picture of Darkness (whom I'm obsessed with):

And.....here is the COWL portion of my sculpt: (the cowl is the portion of the mask MINUS the face)

The pic above is MINUS the horns and minus the face. These are typically made as seperate pieces.

I felt pretty much like an amazing SyFyMOM today. Especially after I molded this beauty all while watching the kids play outside and watching my husbands cute butt fix the sprinklers. This pic shows it all (minus the hubbs cute butt. he was busy doing man stuff in the garage.):

Anyhow, that's the last of the pictures BECAUSE (!!!!) May the Fourth Be With You turned into May the Fourth Be AGAINST YOU!! ARGHHH!!!

My mold locked. Badly. There was no saving it. AND....it's because I was being dumb....AND trying to save time....AND thinking I was more awesome then I am. (Insert a palm slap to the forehead HERE)

So...what does it mean when your mold "locks". Well, in my case, it happened because of a few thousand "undercuts" I chose to ignore. Probably because I was busy trying to convince SyFyKID#1 that the PinaColada Popsicle was actually orange flavored. He didn't buy it so we settled on the mysterious blue flavored one. Which basically meant I had to eat the PinaColada one or throw it out. I ate it. I HATE PinaColada. And hence.....locked mold. (Or something like that)

Also, picture this: trying to fit a square peg through a round hole. THAT is a locked mold.

Oh. Me.

I sort of wanted to cry like a little baby because my beautiful beautiful sweet sweet baby DARKNESS cowl was ruined.

But I didn't. I let my SyFyHUBBS watch me struggle for an hour while I pouted and chipped away at my disastrous 50lb piece of crap-tasticness. I thought I was pouting in that adorable damsel in distress way, but at the look of pity he gave me I'm pretty sure that I looked like a hot mess. Looking down at my size-too-small yoga paints and my plaster covered hands I knew that he was just trying to speed along the process so that my sorry ass could get in the shower.

Seriously though.....SyFyHUBBS took the hammer and chisel in his hands and had that bad boy crumbled into a million bits before I knew it. MY HERO!!

Anyhow, me and ED (that's my male armature) (that sounds dirty....but it's not) are currently on a "break". He just pissed me off with that whole "mold locking" thing. I'm pretty sure it was all his fault. Don't worry. I put a couple chisel marks in his head. AND...a few hammer dents.

MEN! Argghhh......