So, I have a riddle for you. What do you get when you put a gray haired and grumpy old construction worker, a Ford Dually SuperDuty Turbo Diesel pickup truck, and a LED light bulb together? Go ahead, take a minute No one expects you to have all of this right at your fingertips. Hell, this isn’t just plain ole’ math, this is in-depth and complex problem solving. I’ll give you a hint, the gray haired and grumpy old construction worker isn’t going to hit anyone with the LED light bulb.
Allan Quatermain orders his men to fire in this illustration by Thure de Thulstrup from Maiwa’s Revenge (1888). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A little while back I was sitting and pondering how great it would be to pump out a piece of work that could someday become a classic piece of literature. You know, something that people use to describe what it’s like when done right. We’ve heard about these authors since we sat in grade school reading aloud for the class: Twain, Hemingway, Asimov, Clarke, Fitzgerald, Wells. These writers will be part of the vernacular forever.
Well, as I sat daydreaming about becoming a grand master, I realized that I hadn’t read a piece of classic literature in a long time. How could I become one of them if I don’t know who and what they are? Continue reading →
Anyone who knows me knows that I suck at golf. That’s not to say that I don’t love to play golf, I am just horrible at the actual execution of the game. I really wish I was good at golf though. Maybe if I WISH REALLY HARD I CAN BE GOOD AT GOLF. I’ll close my eyes super tight, squeeze my forehead until it makes those ugly lines, and hold my breath until it happens. That should be enough to make me the next Tiger Woods (well, if Tiger Woods’ ancestors were from the cold and wet North Sea fishing village of Cullen, Scotland…).
So, here I am, sitting in the passenger seat of the faithful and dusty old people mover our family loves so much-aka: the cranberry-colored Kia minivan. What’s different this day than any other, you ask? Well, today I’m being chauffeured around by my teenage daughter. Continue reading →
So, it’s time for lunch, and you and a co-worker step into the elevator to get the hell out of dodge and away from your boss for an hour. You ride the fart box down like you’ve done every day for years when BAM!, the elevator jerks to a stop and the lights go out. Okay, these things happen. Just hold on for a minute or two and see what happens, it could just be a brief power outage. We’re waiting. Nothing’s happening. We’re still waiting. Nothing’s still happening. Just when you think there’s a real problem the lights come back on. Phewww, that was close; the burrito truck isn’t going to wait out by the front sidewalk forever. You think that’s the end of the story? Well, if it was, you wouldn’t be here reading an article about it, now would you…
This review isn’t for a single book, it’s for a really fun series of action books written by a retired Australian police detective turned adventure novelist. Drew Lindsay has written a series of eight books that are reminiscent of the short fiction readers from my youth. The series revolves around a retired-too-early detective who is trying to find his way in the real world, outside of the familiar walls of the New South Wales Police Department. After being shown the door because of too many incidents of being heavy-handed with the bad guys he’s taken down, he falls into a private security gig that sets him up for adventures a’plenty. Continue reading →