So, the boy seems to have been bitten pretty hard by the 40k bug, and has had me digging through the Drawers of Shame for old space marines for him to paint. So far, I've dredged up some of the old, metal-and-plastic marines from 2nd / 3rd edition, and he's been working on his technique.
Still a few rough edges, but I'm chuffed his 8-year-old self is taking an interest. He's taken a shine to the Salamander's chapter, which works well with my orks, and, as an added bonus, is also a chapter for which I have some old transfers kicking around. I showed him how to do one, but the rest he did on his own.
I managed to knock out a few more orks through the week, this time some shoota boyz.
And, I finally finished up priming the unit of Massachusetts militia that've been glaring at me for the last several weeks.
This was partly a product of some recent reading on the conquest of Acadia, and partly in response to the arrival of my Secret Santa gift. It was a rather generous gift certificate to OG25s (thank you, Santa!), which translates into either some extra stuff for the Acadia project, or maybe some SAGA stuff, unless I decide to start something totally new. Of course, a steadfast, Magpie-resistant guy like me never does anything like that.
Work's been crazy busy lately, and things are heating up even more. The Beloved has informed me that I WILL be going out at some point next weekend for alone / geek / blowing off steam time, which makes me suspect I've been a tad more curmudgeonly than usual of late. The GW is having some sort of 40k thing next weekend, so I might show up as the new / rusty / what was that rule again guy, and see about getting in some games. That means some priming time this weekend, I suspect.