IN A PLACE NOT TOO FAR FROM HERE...
A boy and his father toil diligently in order to create THE LAST FATHER-SON COSTUME... one that will live up to the standards set up to it in the past... one that will utilize UNHEARD OF TECHNOLOGY in order to astound the masses...
ENTER THE CYLON!
THE SAGA BEGINS just before the SENIOR HALLOWEEN PARTY...
October 30, 2001
Approximately 1830 hours
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The helmet that Dad worked so hard on, and got so frustrated over. Came out pretty well, I think. |
The helmet resting peacefully on a table with some of the tricks of the trade--permanent markers, duct tape, 2001: A Space Odyssey books, plastic Death Star playset, et cetera. Note the "Anti-Taliban" gauntlet behind the helmet and the upper-arm shield resting on the chair. |
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The inner workings of the Cylon revealed! The effective wiring job of a dissassembled electronic voice-changing vocoder, thanks to my mom the avionics technician! A - Speaker |
I put some final touches on the electronics, reinforcing the electrical tape that is reinforcing the electronics with some good old clear Scotch tape. Reinforcement does a Cylon good--the electronics package survived its two nights of use. |
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Resting for a moment on a chair... Note the Big Rubber BootsŪ that I spraypainted with the same chrome paint that coats the rest of the costume and added those silver guard things along the top edge. |
Enough of this technical jibba-jabba! Lessee da costume, fool!
