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The blog log

Aside from MOCing, I heartily enjoy writing blog posts. Here are some of my highlights.

:bulletred: Discussions: Generally longer journals in which I talk extensively about a particular topic.
:lightbulb: Glorified rearrangement: The effect that my Lego pastime has had on me.
:meow: The Hero Faffory journal: Reflect: About my webcomic, Hero Faffory: how it began, how it changed, and how it began to change me.
:earth: A deviant's Guide to the Chinese Language: My longest journal to date, about the peculiarities of Chinese.
:beer: That alcohol journal: A rant about alcohol.
:target: The nerd speaks up: A journal about my work ethic, and how you can't really talk about intelligence these days.
:lock: Swordfish in showbusiness: A short blog post about how important an artist's personality is to their artwork.
:flame: Smoke and mirrors: Cigarettes and self-reflection.
:email: Four and the same: Writing about myself as a person, for a change.
:unimpressed: A Spirit Day monologue: Musings about crime and punishment.
:+fav: Flight of the faverunners: A discussion about statistics, popularity and the motives behind my MOCing.
:heart: Our superficial society: A rant about relationships.
:blackrose: Roses are grey, violets are also grey...: A look at the many ways in which my colour blindness affects my life.
:magnify: Reflections and predictions: Things have changed over the years, but so has our perception of them.
:groups: The BML Standard: Something I wrote for the BionicleMOCersleague, to hopefully define what makes a 'good MOC'.
:pray: My thoughts on religion: Perhaps one of the most unstable topics that I could've chosen for my first blog post.

:bulletblue: Accounts: Generally shorter journals; either updates about me, or events that I've been to.
:cd: Cantablogger Part 5: A soberman's night out: Me, clubbing? Absurd!
:brainless: Cantablogger Part 4: "Aiden's still working!": The work ethic revisited.
:house: Cantablogger Part 3: The city of cycles: Miscellaneous.
:pencil: Cantablogger Part 2: Trust me, I'm an engineer: A sample of the first term of my engineering course!
:megaphone: Cantablogger Part 1: Introductions: The first instalment about my new life at university.
:cheese: Chalk and cheese sandwiches: A silly blog entry about dairy products and maths.
:pokeball: A bright start to 2013: A happy update journal to break up the monotony.
:snowflake: An arbitrary time of the year: 2012 words looking back at 2012.
:nuu: Parties, pieces, 'pocalypses: A short entry on a pretty pink background.
:camera: An elephant goes to China: Something I wrote after taking one of my MOCs with me on holiday.
:lol: Liquid nitrogen, Lego Mindstorms and lots of mud: A diary about an engineering course I went on at Cambridge University.
:B Work experience at Rolls-Royce: My personal insight into one of the largest engineering companies in the world.
:peace: Get me a pizza. Stat.: Comments after a holiday in Hong Kong.

:bulletgreen: Reference: Generally deviantArt-related stuff.
:trophy: TC101: Completion: A blog entry about the 100 Themes Challenge!
:O_o: Occasionally Asked Questions: FAQs.
:giggle: Hero Faffory: Everything you don't need to know about my comic series!

Which system of units do you prefer? 

74 deviants said Metric (metres, kilograms, litres etc.)
30 deviants said A mixture of both
18 deviants said Imperial (inches, pounds, gallons etc.)




Artist | Hobbyist | Traditional Art
United Kingdom
Hello there, and welcome to my deviantArt page. My name is Aiden.

My gallery mainly consists of things I've created using Lego Bionicle and Hero Factory, known as MOCs. You'll also find satellite projects like my webcomic Hero Faffory, stopmotion animations, and the occasional biro drawing too.
I enjoy writing blog entries, for which you can find a directory further down this page.

:bulletred: What is a MOC?
MOC stands for My Own Creation; it is a term used to describe models made using Lego pieces but designed by the owner, so it is not an official Lego set.

:bulletred: Can you make instructions for your MOCs please?
I don't do instructions, sorry. This is partly because instructions take a lot of time and effort, and partly because I have learned that work on the Internet is all too easily stolen.

Other Occasionally Asked Questions

Part 1: Introductions | Part 2: Trust me, I'm an engineer | Part 3: The city of cycles | Part 4: "Aiden's still working!" | Part 5: A soberman's night out

When I began this Cantablogger series way back in November, Nightlife was one of the first handful of topics to be pencilled in. Of course, back then I’d had no experience of it whatsoever – I’d only seen some of the aftermath – but now that I have two data points for reference, I think it’s about time.


Clubbing used to be one of those things that I simply didn’t ‘do’. If you’d asked me three months ago whether or not I’d been clubbing, I would have literally laughed in your face and said something along the lines of “Hah! Me, clubbing? Absurd.” (Incidentally I would respond similarly when asked about being in a relationship, though that’s not for lack of interest.) I mean, in my head, clubbing was filed with alcohol and general partygoing in a proverbial cardboard box with the words Just not my thing scrawled on the side, shoved into a shadowy corner and happily left untouched.

Without wanting to revisit the topic in too much detail, the whole ‘alcohol’ scene still succeeds in repelling me. I’ve heard many a tale about inebriated dips in the river Cam or overconfident teenagers being beaten to a pulp by bouncers. I once watched a friend of mine be dragged back to his room shortly before vomiting all over his own bathroom floor and pissing himself. Something that alarms me even more is the frequency of people claiming that they can’t remember the previous night’s activities. Occasionally it’s all in good humour (“I made out with a blonde girl from John’s, though I have no idea who she was!”), but when a female friend says that she has some vague memories of being in a stranger’s room and nothing beyond that, I can’t help but feel concerned. I’d rather keep my memory running, thank you very much, without needing to piece together numerous different accounts of whatever embarrassing thing I apparently got up to. Thankfully my status as a non-drinker has been well accepted – over the past two terms I have had exactly three sips of alcohol (all offered to me by my College Wife, and I can’t say no to that, right?) and I didn’t like any of them. Teetotal I am, and teetotal I shall remain.

Allow me to walk you through a ‘typical’ night out from my perspective. We begin with the mandatory Formal Hall, where our suits and gowns contrast nicely with the goal of getting the birthday boy as drunk as humanly possible. This may involve the infamous tradition of Pennying, in which a penny dropped into somebody’s wine glass makes them socially obliged to down the drink in order to save the drowning Queen. Of course, I sit eternally in a protective bubble – I cannot be pennied, nor would you ever find me encouraging the consumption of alcohol! I much prefer the solid counterpart known as Five Pennying: a five pence coin placed in someone’s dessert means that they have to finish the course without using their hands, resulting in a dirtied chin and a Facebook photo to commemorate the event. How delightfully innocent!

This is followed by a spat of drinking games in the host’s staircase. The alcohol starts to take effect about now: a friend reading out his emails in slurred Spanish, perhaps, or another throwing up in a bin after having downed a concoction of Coke, vodka, and milk. It’s also at this point that people find out that I am going out, thus cancelling any plans for their early night: “What, Aiden’s going out?! I’ve got to see this!”. Look at me, being such a good influence! At least my clubbing nights are only reserved for birthdays. After having gotten changed into clothes that will let us appreciate the winter cold at its finest, we advance into the night.

It’s dark. The music is perfectly audible from the entrance, and it’s only going to get louder. The room is made humid by the sweat of the writhing multicoloured bodies under the fire of harsh strobe lighting. We dive in, blasted with deafening, repetitive music in 4-4 with lyrics that aren’t directly about sex but are definitely, definitely about sex. On my first night out I distinctly remember wanting to leave immediately, but I’m glad I stuck around.

The first rule of clubbing: Nobody, and therefore everybody, can dance. Any movement of the upper body will suffice, and hands in the air are always a plus. This rule also applies to singing, in the sense that it doesn’t matter how well you can sing because no-one can hear you anyway. It provides an alternative to dancing if you get bored of waving your arms around: just turn to your nearest female friend, press your face within inches of hers and shout I bet that you look good on the dance floor! at each other. It helps if the Arctic Monkeys song is playing at the time.

Admittedly it took me a while to get into the swing of things. It was only when Linkin Park’s Numb came on that I finally understood what people meant by ‘letting loose’ – it was a song that I actually knew, and so it felt indescribably liberating as I bounced there, all cares cast aside. Green Day’s Holiday and Queen’s Don’t Stop Me Now followed soon after, which was brilliant. Why do you drinkers need alcohol to enjoy yourselves, hm?

Thus, as we return to our rooms with ears still ringing, our night of craziness comes to a close. I judge its quality by seeing how low I can sing The Hobbit’s Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold the following morning. As my friends’ hangovers slowly recede and my voice climbs back into audibility, we re-enter the daily grind of university life; the previous night is but a blur for many, but remains as sharp as ever for me. After all, if I’ve enjoyed myself, I should want to remember it as well as possible, no?

Skin by Celvas

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Amalaka1 6 days ago  Student Digital Artist
Happy Birthday, oh, master of MOCing.
Maxustech 6 days ago  Student General Artist
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday dude! :party:
SapphireGothicLolita 6 days ago  Student Traditional Artist
Happy birthday! :D
SSJCyberSonic 6 days ago  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy birthday!

Hope you have a great day and an awesome year!
voxumo 6 days ago  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy birthday man.
Nyanic Apr 5, 2014  New member Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hey Rahiden. Betcha can't make a Mixels reboot thingy.
Rahiden Apr 6, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hm... I suppose I do have Mata Green pieces that need using, but no real idea of what to do with them. I'll think about it ;)
Nyanic Apr 10, 2014  New member Hobbyist Digital Artist
It would be fun if you made a farty beetle thing reboot. Or maybe Teslo?
But, If you want to use Mata Green, go on right ahead.
Hi Aiden. You inspired me to do some big Bionicle stuff, and I decided to do an "artistic" photo of one. What do you think?…

Also, thank you for the inspiration.
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