What is the point of being a Brother Brick with the all privilege and status that goes along with it, if you can’t abuse the power to promote the agendas of your closest associates? That was the question I asked myself when deciding whether or not to blog the latest massive S.H.I.P. by professional percussionist and raconteur Iain (~Ara~). I can hear the cries of the disenfranchised now…
“Goldman, this is outrageous, TBB always tells us we must have flawless photography on eye-burning white backgrounds! This photo doesn’t qualify at all: there is non LEGO clutter in the background, some kind of barbecue and is that an ashtray with butts in it? Butts on TBB!.”
Relax my excitable friends, this is Iain, and if you’d ever met him you’d realize that his inherent coolness allows him to supersede those concerns.
Sure, the SHIP is great, especially the bridge, but this post is less about how cool the model is and more about how cool the builder is. However, Iain cannot quite escape unpunished for his unwillingness to bow to the conventions of this site and the hobby in general.
How do you tell if the stage is level? The drummer is drooling from both sides of his mouth.
How can you tell a drummer’s at the door? The knocking speeds up.
What’s the last thing a drummer says in a band? “Hey guys, why don’t we try one of my songs?”
What do you call a drummer that breaks up with his girlfriend? Homeless.
How can you tell when a drummer’s at the door? He doesn’t know when to come in.
So please add your favorite drummer joke in the comments if you are motivated to take the piss out of Iain too.
