Well, as you read this on Thursday, shaking your head in disappointment that you aren’t consuming yet another day of a pearl of wisdom for the ages, please keep in mind that being one of the very most important people I’ve run out of time recently and am just splattering you with some odd crap and calling it good enough for me and still better than most ( seventy five word run on sentence- go me! ). Last weekend was day three and four of five in a bit of a heat wave of mid- nineties. I know a lot of you are just getting warmed up then but up here at elevations close to Baby Jesus himself, anything over ninety is both rare and very uncomfortable. So, I’m just kind of half melted into my recliner and while it would have been smarter to go down in the Bison Pit Of Doom the wife gets claustrophobic down there so stays away at every opportunity ( she’s grateful in the winter, even going so far as to admit such to me and if you knew her you’d understand how rare this is, making all my efforts worthwhile ) and like a dutiful husband I follow. I was so damn hot, cursing myself for cursing the previous weeks bout of cloudy 50 high weather, I had no motivation all weekend to do any writing. So I’m throwing this together last minute and you WILL like it and feel bad for me for suffering and go buy all my crap ( come on! I cut the price of everything ).
So today you get patio/garden path lights, swords and if I need to fill up the remaining space, one of two Kindle book reviews. I normally leave the little crap alone, content that other far less worthy sites cover container gardener or BOB’s or simple elementary crap so I can focus on Big Picture items that make me look smarter than I am. So normally I wouldn’t cover news like “Shocking! You can use garden lights for post-apocalypse illumination!!!” even though that would be a great excuse for larding up the download page time with a bunch of animated ads for Home Depot gardening products. Alas, today I’ve lowered myself into the swirling putrid mass of mediocrity. I do have one new thing to add to the topic- experience. The original patio light I bought ( whatever you want to call them. The single battery/single LED solar panel on a plastic stick you push into the ground ) was around three bucks or so I got to duct tape above my trailer door ( zip tie works better and looks like a higher grade of trailer trash ). Four years later it is still throwing out light every night. Every rechargeable battery guide says you can get around a thousand recharges. Well, I’ve gotten 1500. I couldn’t tell you if the reduced output-barely noticeable, you still can see your keys and the doorknob which was the original purpose- is from the battery nearing the end of its life or if the plastic case surrounding the bulb has just been clouded by solar exposure, but end result is that bastard is still going strong enough.
Nowadays you can buy these things for about a buck each. I can’t say they will last as long, but you can buy a case and have one or two in use and a few more as back-ups and not be out the price of a movie ticket. You would be a complete moron to NOT have a baker’s dozen of these or more ( seems like a great barter item to me. Buy now while they are stocked up for summer building projects ). On to swords. I really couldn’t believe another site had an article on post-apocalypse swords, but they did. Not because they won’t eventually come in handy, they will. What I found so humorous was the thought that any of the readers could wield one of these things with any competence. I could just picture any attempt to mimic that of a six year old boy trying to present a karate stance and look intimidating. I don’t need no stinking sword, having thought these things through previously and bought an arsenal of rifles that carried bayonets. Hard to screw that one up. Just poke at someone and be careful you don’t stick yourself if you also employ a butt stroke. But the basic assumption is valid. Have something sharp and/or pointy you carry as a basic back-up. Something with a little better reach than a dagger. Even a thick well made ( as opposed to a Wal-Mart special purposely made dull one ) machete. Just don’t get stupid with the weight. You are a pudgy office worker, not a Green Beret.
“No Normal Day” by J. Richardson was a disappointing two star turd. I try my dandiest to avoid being a Grammar Nazi, but this author literally could not decipher the placement of commas. “I think, therefor I am” was “I, think therefor I am”. Throughout the whole book. I could have ignored that, and I did for quite awhile, but near the middle the book really took a turn for the worse, really stupid ideas being presented survival wise. Pass on this one.
“The Last Pilgrims” by Michael Bunker was a wonderful four star. The author of “Surviving Off-Off Grid” which I thought highly of, he is equally good at fiction. I normally can’t stand “twenty years after the collapse” books, automatically discounting them as post-apocalypse. But here was a novel that defied that rule. Very well written and very plausible. His coming sequel is titled “Cold Harbor” and I’ll be getting it. Out now is “Wick”, kinda-sorta a prequel. It wasn’t bad at all, but more “well written enjoyable” than it was “genre enjoyable”. But at least get “Pilgrims”, a high recommendation.
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