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Title: The Silent Death Series:
The Shadow #27 Authors: Maxwell Grant Rating:
3.5 of 5 Stars Genre: Crime Fiction Pages:
160 Words: 50K Publish: 1933
It’s
been a while since we had a good Mad Scientist type story and this
fit the bill perfectly. Mixing in the Gang Leader brought in a bunch
of toughs for The Shadow to fight with as well and that is always
good.
Another
story that I enjoyed.
★★★✬☆
From
Bookstooge
A
Mad Scientist, who has been experimenting with various ways to kill
people with invisible means (ie, electrical, chemical, etc), teams up
with a crooked Investor and a Gangster. They plan to kill other
investors that will help the Crooked Investor, thus spreading the
wealth amongst the three.
Things
go wrong when The Shadow intervenes at the first attempt and it
becomes a duel between the Mad Scientist and The Shadow to see who
can kill the other first. The Shadow rewires one of the Mad
Scientist’s traps and the Mad Scientist ends up electrocuting
himself to bbq. Yum, the other, other white meat!
Here we go, another thrilling post where Imperator Bookstooge wows you with thrills and chills and amazes you with his Indiana Jones style adventures. Oh wait, that's that other blog. Here we just sit around on the couch and complain about those kids playing their music too loud. Yeah, that sounds more like it.
Sunday started out like most Sundays, waking up about 6am. Have a lazy morning of blogging and sipping on a rockstar, deciding what sounds good for breakfast. That first choice of the week is the most important after all. We made our daily run to the local grocery store for donuts or apple turnovers and then we headed to church. All I can say is thank goodness for my Loop ear plugs! Those drums were LOUD. We had a little going away party for one of the families, who are moving to the deep south. Once we got home it was lunch, chores and then Mrs B took off for work. I continued the chores theme while doing blogging and watching tv. Sunday afternoon is the time I watch tv. That's it, so while I don't actually care that much WHAT I watch, I just like the routine of it.
Monday, I woke up with a food hangover. Because I'm by myself for Sunday afternoon and evenings, I tend to overeat and for whatever reason, it always makes me feel terrible Monday mornings. I blame the diabetes, even if my sugars stay good. The job for the day didn't help, as we were pretty much thrown a folder and told "figure it out" by the Company President. The site itself was covered in poison ivy. Most of the big pine trees had the 2inch thick hairy vines that are the signature of mature poison ivy. When we got back to the office we used a whole bunch of post-contact poison ivy wipes. And when I got home, I scrubbed down again with Tecnu. I've been using that stuff since the 20teens and boy does it work! Haven't had a serious case of poison ivy since starting it. I was exhausted though and I think I feel asleep around 8pm.
Tuesday I felt much better when I woke up. Then I got to work and found out we were setting "blue tops" (technically pink, like in the picture above) at a nearby site. They are a 8in nail with a bunch of colored "feathers" stick up so the heavy machine operator can see them without getting out of his bulldozer or driller or whatever. They aren't bad if you're hammering them into a lawn, as shown above. The problem was that the developer of the site we were working had pulled off all the good topsoil and replaced it with total garbage soil that was over 50% rocks the size of softballs and 25% of smaller rocks mixed in with the remaining dirt. Meant we had to use our power drill to get these pinktops into the ground. I also had to wear knee pads because there is no way you can kneel on those stones. So 125 pink tops later, the work day was done. And we had 125 to look forward to for the next day. With rain forecasted, whooowheee!
Wednesday continued the pinktop adventures. I took an Aleve as soon as I got up that morning to get ahead of the pain I knew I was going to be experiencing. And pain there was. My back hurt from bending over. My knees hurt from kneeling on stony ground. The back of my knees hurt from the strap of the kneepads I had to wear, because it chafed something fierce. My shoulders ached from using the power drill and then hammering the big nails into the ground. I came home and once I did some necessaries, went straight to bed.
Thursday was a rain day. Our office manager texted us all Wednesday evening that we weren't working Thursday because it was going to rain all day, quite heavy at times. Under those conditions, you just can't get anything done. Mrs B didn't have to go into work until midmorning, so we got up at our usual time and went to a local diner on the Oval. It was really nice to eat hot comfort food on a raw morning and to know we didn't have to rush. So we dawdled and then came home. Mrs B took a short, food induced, nap before heading off to work and I spent the day on the couch recovering from the previous two days. Did some blogging and watching the weather out the windows. It always cheers me up to watch it pour outside (we got close to an inch of rain that day) when I am comfortably ensconced inside.
Friday started out really well. We had 3 small jobs and we absolutely blew through the first 2. Then the third job hit and we just stalled and stalled hard. Both of us were grumpy by days end but we finished and went home. I ended up doing chores before Sabbath and then ate dinner. For whatever reason, food always tastes better to me when I'm grumpy. It's not worth it but it is a small consolation when I'm feeling like life is just roughing me up.
Saturday is obviously in the future, but I have it on good authority that I'll be going to men's meeting in the morning, that we will be going to the SDA church, that Mrs B will be leading the singing during service and that we will come home and do a whole lot of nothing. If that all pans out, I'll be ok with it!
Stay tuned for next month's installment, when Imperator Bookstooge will amaze you all by staying up until 10pm. Yes folks, it could happen!
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Title: The First Distiller Series:
(The Russians) Author: Leo Tolstoy Translator:
Aylmer Maude Rating:
3 of 5 Stars Genre: Classic Pages:
23 Words: 6K Publish: 1886
A short morality play about the dangers of having too much and how
alcohol is straight from the devil. Kind of like rock music ;-)
While I agree with both of Tolstoy’s points, I don’t agree with
how he gets there or some of his other ideas evinced in this play. In
many ways, this reminded me of Lewis’s The Screwtape Letters in
that we follow the inmost workings of demons and hell. Now, Lewis was
having fun with the whole higher education system that he was part of
and applying that to hell and its denizens. With what Tolstoy is
doing, I can’t quite come to the same conclusion. I don’t know
enough about how Russian Christians viewed demons and hell in the
1800’s to be certain that Tolstoy isn’t being serious. Once
again, I am saddened at the lack of Biblical knowledge in regards to
how Tolstoy forms his ideas here. The Bible has a lot to say about
alcohol (mainly about NOT getting drunk) and it also directly
addresses materialism/consumerism.
This is an ongoing issue I have with these old school Russians. Is it
just the culture they are from that the Bible is never directly used,
or is it that they viewed it as a good piece of literature but
ultimately empty, or is it something else entirely? I understand
Dickens and his non-Christianity even while he crusaded for morality.
He was a creature of his culture and couldn’t escape it. But
Tolstoy? I simply do not know enough. Crap. This means at some point
I’ll probably have to read some biographies and then I’ll find
out more than I wanted to and regret it. I always do after all.
And for the record, Noah (of Noah’s Ark fame) was the first
distiller that we know of.
★★★☆☆
From Wikipedia.org
The story opens with a peasant
preparing to plow a field. Having gone without breakfast, he is
careful to hide his dinner, a small crust of bread, under his coat.
After plowing the field the peasant is hungry and ready for his
dinner, but when he picks up his coat he sees that the bread is gone.
It had been taken by a little devil, who was convinced that the
peasant would become wrathful. Instead, the peasant decided that
whoever took his bread must have needed it more than him, and he went
on his way.
The little devil is brought before the
Chief Devil, who is not pleased that the peasant was not corrupted.
He threatens to douse the little devil with holy water if he fails
again, and the little devil is sent out for another attempt at
corrupting the peasant.
The little devil takes the guise of a
pilgrim, and in this guise he gives the peasant farming advice
throughout the seasons. The peasant grows a great surplus, and he
begins to live much better than he had. One season, the little devil
convinced the peasant to distill his extra corn into vodka, and
the peasant takes his advice. The little devil then brings the Chief
Devil to see the result of his works.
The devils witness a party hosted by
the peasant, where all of the guests and the host himself indulge in
several glasses of vodka. They start off joking and jovial, but as
they consume more vodka, the party goers become more abusive and
irate. When they finally leave the party they are thoroughly drunk,
falling over each other and landing in the mud.
The Chief Devil is astonished. He is
convinced that the drink must have been made from the blood of beasts
to make the men act so beastly. The little devil explains that it was
simply vodka, and he just needed to convince the peasant to turn
God's gift of corn into idle liquor. The little devil knew that all
men have a savage side inside of them, and when the peasant had just
enough food to survive, the savage beast inside him was kept silent.
But as soon as the peasant accumulates a surplus, corruption sets in.
Convinced that the corruption of the peasants is complete, the Chief
Devil awards the little devil a promotion.
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Title:
The Ghost Pirates Series: Standalone Author:
William Hope Hodgson Rating: 3 of 5 Stars Genre:
Adventure Pages: 179 Words:
50K Publish: 1909
Long,
slow and with barely a supernatural menace until right at the end. Of
course, the end ends with the ship being dragged under the sea by
ghost ships while the crew is murdered by either ghost pirates or
transdimensional pirates. So it ends with a bang!
Lots
of little things happen on the ship leading up to that, but it could
all be chalked up to nerves or accidents. Except our narrator, and
one or two other sailors, have seen insubstantial man shapes at
various times at night. I guess this would be called a “slow burn”
horror story and boy howdy, is it slow. At least with The
House on the Borderlands we had the scary pig things almost
from the get-go. Here it is just hints and little bits of unnerving
happenings. Not nearly enough in my opinion.
I
can see why Hodgson has been forgotten over the years. His writings
were fully of his time and did not, and have not, transcended into
that timeless realm that we associate with The Classics.
The
cover here is pretty good. It represents the ending of book
unfortunately. Something this scary should have been the foundation,
not the widow’s walk.
★★★☆☆
From
Wikipedia
The
novel is presented as the transcribed testimony of Jessop, who we
ultimately discover is the only survivor of the final voyage of
the Mortzestus, having been rescued from drowning by the crew of
the passing Sangier. It begins with Jessop's recounting how he
came to be aboard the ill-fated Mortzestus and the rumors
surrounding the vessel.
Jessop
then begins to recount the unusual events that rapidly increase in
both frequency and severity. In the telling of his tale, Jessop
offers only sparse interpretation of the events, spending most of the
time relating the story in an almost journalistic fashion, presenting
a relatively unvarnished description of the events and conversations
as they occurred.
He
describes his confusion and uncertainty about what he believes he has
seen, at times fearing for his own sanity. He eventually hears other
members of the crew speak of strange events, most of which the rest
of the crew pass off as either bad luck or the result of the witness
being either tired or "dotty". Jessop only offers brief
personal interpretation; he states that while he cannot discount the
idea that the beings plaguing the ship may be ghosts, he presents his
theory that they may be beings from another dimension that, while
sharing the same physical space as theirs, are normally completely
separated to the extent that neither dimension is aware of the
existence of the other. He offers only vague, superficial suggestions
as to the cause of his theorized dimensional breach.
Not your friendly neighborhood elves, that's for sure.
When elves go bad, they don't start out looking like this guy. It's a slow process, that starts with them going Steampunk, then full on punk. It takes a couple of generations to go from Steampunk Elf to Llanowar Elf. Let that be a lesson to us all. *bows head in show of piety while wagging a finger at you all
Title - Afterlife Series – Resident Evil #4 Director – Paul WS Anderson Release – 2010 Rating – R Time – 1hr 37min
My Thoughts:
At the end of RE: Extinction, Alice finds a laboratory chock full of clones of herself. Afterlife starts with Alice, apparently alone, attacking the Japanese headquarters of the Umbrella Corporation. It doesn’t take long for us viewers to realize there are a bunch of clones and their goal is the Head of Umbrella, Chairman Wesker. He escapes on a superplane and destroys the headquarters with some sort of super implosion bomb and kills all the Alice’s there. The original Alice is hiding on the plane and attacks Wesker and he injects her with a super-anti-virus serum that takes away all of her super human abilities. They then crash into a mountain (eye roll moment) and Alice walks away, despite being “just regular human” now. The rest of the movie then begins. You can read about in the synopsis if you wish.
The opening to this movie was spectacular in my opinion. It shows the spread of the T-virus in Japan and just shows some Japanese lady standing in the rain while everybody walks by her. The scene ends when someone makes eye contact and she attacks the poor schlub. The music was a heavy tempo and matched the rain atmosphere perfectly.
There is a lot going on on this movie. Japan, then Alaska, then Los Angeles and then a boat in the ocean. Comparing it to the original Resident Evil movie, I found that I liked the claustrophobia and smallness of the first movie over this sprawling and wide open kind of movie. Zombies don’t feel like much of a threat when you have the entirety of Los Angeles to hide in. Of course, the director gets around that by having every single zombie in the city surrounding the one place the survivors are hiding. And the zombies are evolving so they can dig through concrete and are smarter. Oh, and some of them can thrive in a water environment. I really didn’t think about that and if I were you, I wouldn’t either. Or your brain might shutdown from “Doesnotmakeanysensitus”.
In this movie, we get two souped up badguys who are infected with the T-virus. First up is the Axeman and boy is he a bigboy! He reminded me of the Nemesis monster from the second movie, RE:Apocalypse, just bigger and badder.
The second is Chairman Wesker after he infects himself with the T-virus. He looks normal, just like Alice did when she was infected, but just like her, he’s faster, stronger and just “more”. He also has some sort of carnivorous plant thingy inside him that keeps trying to come out of his mouth. It was disgusting, in other words, it was perfect for a Resident Evil movie, hahahaa.
The ending is pitch perfect Resident Evil. Alice and her cohorts have destroyed the badguys, rescued a lot of innocent people and are about to start looking for more innocents to rescue, when all of the sudden, da da dum, Umbrella Corporation literally swoops in at the last second to ruin everything! And that is how the movie ends. Awesome!
The music fit the movie but sadly, the Manson Umbrella Corporation theme song was not part of this. As far as I’m concerned, that piece of music should have been in every movie, tying Umbrella together as the overarching enemy in the movie series. Plus, it is just a wicked cool piece of music. Ahhh well, life is just filled with disappointments ;-)
I don’t know if I enjoyed this movie more because of the previous one or if I just thought this was cool. Whatever the reason, I thoroughly enjoyed this. My only real complaint would be how big and wide open a lot of the movie was and I wasn’t a fan of that.
Stay tuned as Alice’s Adventures in Umbrella Corporation Land continues next month with the penultimate movie in this series.
Synopsis from Grokipedia:
Click to Open In Resident Evil: Afterlife, set in a post-apocalyptic world devastated by the T-virus outbreak, Alice leads an assault on the Umbrella Corporation's Tokyo headquarters using an army of her own clones to target CEO Albert Wesker.[4] The clones overrun the facility, but Wesker triggers an explosion that wipes them out, then injects the original Alice with a serum during their aerial escape attempt, stripping her of her superhuman enhancements and leaving her as a normal human.[4] Their aircraft crashes, but Alice survives and begins a solitary journey across the wasteland six months later, tracking a distress signal from a purported safe haven called Arcadia in Alaska, which promises shelter and supplies to any survivors.[4]Alice's search uncovers no living humans until she encounters a mind-controlled Claire Redfield on an abandoned beach; after subduing and freeing her from Umbrella's device, the two fly toward Los Angeles, where they crash-land on the roof of a maximum-security prison besieged by zombies.[4] There, they join survivors led by Luther West, including Angel, Bennett, and others, who reveal Arcadia is actually a cargo tanker ship anchored off the coast that has gone silent.[4] To escape the encroaching undead horde, including a massive axe-wielding mutant dubbed the Executioner, the group frees a imprisoned survivor, Chris Redfield—Claire's brother—who knows a path to the coast via the sewers.[4] Betrayed by Bennett, who kills Angel and steals their plane, Alice, Claire, Chris, Luther, and a few others battle through the tunnels; Luther is trapped in a collapse, presumed lost, while the rest reach the Arcadia, only to discover it as an Umbrella trap filled with experimented-on prisoners, including K-Mart from Alice's past allies, who was captured by Umbrella.[4]Exploring the ship, Alice learns of her cloned origins through Umbrella's records and confronts Wesker, now enhanced beyond control by the T-virus, who seeks to assimilate her as the perfect host to stabilize his cannibalistic urges.[4] Alliances form with Luther, who emerges alive to aid the group, and the survivors—including Alice, Claire, Chris, and K-Mart—engage in climactic battles against Wesker, ultimately impaling the latter and relocating a purge bomb to destroy his escaping helicopter, seemingly ending his threat.[4] However, as Alice broadcasts the Arcadia's location to draw more survivors and repurpose it as a true sanctuary, an Umbrella assault fleet arrives, led by the mind-controlled Jill Valentine, signaling ongoing conflict.
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Title:
Warbound Series: Grimnoir Chronicles
#3 Author: Larry Correia Rating: 5 of
5 Stars Genre: Urban Fantasy Pages:
385 Words: 149K Publish: 2013
Ahhh,
a big ol’ grand finale that wraps everything up in climactic
showdown, In Space, hahahahaa.
I
had forgotten how this ended, so as the threats kept ramping up, I
kept wondering how Correia was going to wrap everything up in this
one book. I knew he was going to (because I’d read the book before,
silly!) but I just had no idea of how I was going to get from A to Z.
He
does it in such a way that this trilogy is more than adequately
wrapped up but has just enough hanging threads that he has openings
to write more in this universe should he choose. Sadly, for me, he
has not chosen too so far. He has made claims that he might write
another sequel trilogy, but given how he operates, I’m not holding
my breath.
The
reason I like this trilogy so much is because of the characters. The
story is great, the almost-cosmic horror (there are “empty men”
in this book, suits of former men being controlled by an alien
symbiote now) is top notch, the action is wonderful and the fighting
is wicked cool. But Jake Sullivan and Faye Veirra give this a heart
and soul and as important (to me anyway), brains. They are both smart
cookies and do not react like 21st century idiots online.
They think, they plan, they have contingencies and when things
inevitably go wrong, they do no panic. They are scared, worried,
lonely, afraid but they do not allow their emotions to control them.
The older I get, the more I see of people in our world today, the
more I appreciate people who keep emotions in their proper place.
This book is just chockful of that :-D
Reading
Hard Magic, Spellbound and
now Warbound all
within two weeks of each other has really made me appreciate how much
of one overall story they are but at the same time each novel is it’s
own story. This trilogy is not one big story chunked up into three
books but three distinct stories within one overarching story.
Highly
recommended if you already like Correia’s stuff and highly
recommended if you want to check out his style of writing without
committing to a 6book fantasy series (Saga of the Forgotten Warrior)
or a 10+book urban fantasy series (Monster Hunter International).
★★★★★
From
the Publisher
Gritty
urban fantasy set in an alternate noir 1930s. A tough P.I. battles an
interdimensional monster that wants to suck magic power out of the
world. Sequel to Hard Magic and Spellbound. Book Three in the
Grimnoir Chronicles.Only a handful of people in the world know that
mankind’s magic comes from a living creature, and it is a refugee
from another universe. The Power showed up here in the 1850s because
it was running from something. Now it is 1933, and the Power’s
hiding place has been discovered by a killer.It is a predator that
eats magic and leaves destroyed worlds in its wake. Earth is
next.Former private eye, Jake Sullivan, knows the score. The problem
is hardly anyone believes him. The world’s most capable Active,
Faye Vierra, could back him up, but she is hiding from the forces
that think she is too dangerous to let live. So Jake has put together
a ragtag crew of airship pirates and Grimnoir knights, and set out on
a suicide mission to stop the predator before it is too late.
