I don’t feel like writing a post today

So, here’s a fun image to play with, while I’m off de-river rocking a flower bed, planting roses and then hopefully writing.


107 thoughts on “I don’t feel like writing a post today

  1. Sarah please enjoy your day. We’ll be here when you get back. BTW, where is the carp launcher hidden on that thing?

          1. That would be well hidden as what we see is the port side.

    1. It’s possible that the aardvark had it removed for refurbishing. Carp launchers get a lot of wear and tear around here.

  2. “I said I wanted a picture of a spaceship. NOT just some ship in space!”
    “What’s the difference?”
    “What’s the… oh, sorry… I forgot I have to explain things this far back in time.”
    “Back in time?”
    “Forget I said that. Now, space is NOT crystal spheres and aether, but is mostly… nothing… and that means…”

  3. I do not feel like posting
    I do not feel like hosting.
    All I shall be out harding
    at the fixing of my garden.

    So please see this pic
    Please feel free to stay.
    I do not feel like posting to day.

    (not sure if I should apologize to Dr. Seuss or just sigh. And that’s not even a favorite book.)

        1. I do not like Green Eggs & Ham*.
          Nor do I like the things with Spam (R).

          *The Army National Guard C-ration Ham and Egg entrée I consumed in the early ’80’s had been in storage so long that they were literally green eggs and ham.

          1. And then there’s the helicopter pilot who saved his Vietnam era C ration pound cake until his retirement day.

            And the Staff Sergeant I worked for most of my active duty time swore (probably literally) that c-rats were better than MREs because they were real food.

            1. I read the story of a general who’d done the same thing. He opened his many years later at his retirement dinner and shared it with those at his table. It had survived quite well.

              The story was on strategypage-dot … . It might still be there.

            2. IMHO, C-rats were better than MREs. At least at the time I got out. MRE’s were still in the process of getting the kinks worked out; I suspect they got better later.

              Another advantage of C-rats over MREs (learned from my Vietnam veteran cohorts) is that you could put a couple of pebbles in a C-rat can and hang it from the barbed wire around your encampment so the rattle would serve as a warning that someone was trying to infiltrate your position. Much less effective trying to do that with foil pouches.

          2. I laughed at the MASH episode where Hawkeye had got hold of a can of beans. BJ read the label and concluded with: “July 1945? These are leftovers from the last war!”

            Hawkeye: “They’re has-beans.”

        1. Ah! Ok. My mini claim to fame is living down the hill from Dr. Seuss while growing up. And, trick or treating at his house.

          1. Mine is that when we first moved to Memphis TN in 1964, we lived the first 2 years in an apartment complex across the street from Graceland. One of my few memories is watching Elvis and his entourage roll in led by his purple Caddy.

    1. LOL.
      My arms hurt. The problem is the fargin idiots who lived here before us DUMPED five inches of river rock on every flower bed.
      Which a) is not a look I like. b) doesn’t stop weeds coming through. Last year the back flowerbed had weeds MY HEIGHT which younger son helped remove. BUT ‘m trying to remove all the rock (save for a strip next to neighbor to the East. I don’t mind leaving the rock there as its being colonized by birch trees and none of it makes any difference to me. So, because I don’t know what else to do, I’m dumping the other rocks there.
      As I free each flower bed, I’m mixing soil (d*mn it, it’s expensive) into the resident clay and sand mixture, with added manure (DIL rides and humors me with buckets of horse poo) and peat moss. Then planting flowers (and berry bushes. and some food plants) and ground cover.
      I HATE the sterile and UGLY look of river rock. And again,it doesn’t even prevent the weeds.
      Today’s labors were to the East, in a raised flowerbed. The dozen roses that will go into it have arrived. (Weirdly roses are one of the things I CAN grow.)
      I got about half the rock off it. I’m trying to figure out if I’m awake enough to write, or if I expended all my energy on the fargin rocks.

      1. Dang, I feel unproductive. We’re ALMOST Done with the chicken house–went from By Friday to “soon” because the pro egg place that went out of business gave away all their chickens in two days, rather than having to destroy them if they weren’t picked up on Saturday– and all but three posts for the new fence are in.

        And I still need to fix the new, premium-power flag pole.

        1. I need to figure out how to put a flag pole on the garage, because ours is on the porch. (the rest is all Denver Brick.)
          AND I need to finish the flower bed. But my arms HURT.

      2. I ran across something like that at the church’s park. Some, er, person decided to drive on the lawn, neatly crushing several feet of lightweight irrigation pipe. I discovered this when I went to start the watering and had a flood.

        Turns out that underneath the topsoil and down to the level of the PVC, the area had been covered in about a foot worth of river rock. Fairly small; easy to pick up one, but the entire stretch of bad pipe was covered in that damnable rock.

        Fortunately for all concerned, I did not get to meet the person who drove over that section. I gave the honors to the minister. Too bad he wasn’t the fire and brimstone type. Sigh.

        1. Turns out that underneath the topsoil and down to the level of the PVC, the area had been covered in about a foot worth of river rock. Fairly small; easy to pick up one, but the entire stretch of bad pipe was covered in that damnable rock.

          Oh, dear heavens.

          I know why they did that… a lot of the instructions I’ve seen, you dig the trench, and put in GRAVEL under it, so you can wiggle the stuff flat as needed, then you cover with sand, then dirt.

          So I can kind of see someone looking at pictogram instructions…..

          1. It’s really unclear what had been there before the park. At one time, the tiny town had been associated with a lumber mill, and at that time, people were building stores and a school. Apparently this was not appreciated by some of the locals (see Modoc Indian War) and the buildings mysteriously burned down. AFAIK, that rock was *everywhere* in the 1 acre lot–no idea how the pipe was put in to begin with, but money was tight enough so that the lightest PVC pipe (Class 125, breaks with a harsh look) was the go-to stuff for the feeder.

            I *wanted* to exercise my vocabulary, but felt restrained because church. Had revenge fantasies instead. [VBEG]

          2. yes, a lot of the planting instructions for our area recommend that, anyway. I just don’t know how to add another foot of soil on top. HAS to be easier than what I’m doing, though.

        1. no. They had weed paper.
          And it doesn’t work (beyond being ripped by you know, having rocks dropped on it.) because the rocks are FIVE INCHES DEEP. Which means with leaves and pine needles, and dirt blowing on them and impossible to remove…..

  4. My brain: The Tiny House Movement really got extreme there.

    Martha: *looks out the window* Do you think we have enough space in the garden?

    Harold: You might want to glue the rocks down, because in space rocks have a tendency to float away.

    (I blame sleep deprivation due to baby)

    1. As an older parent I must admit I take great joy in passing along sage advice and comfort to youngsters, such as yourself. that are relatively new to the game.

      So! Based on personal experience I can tell you don’t worry, S’dancer, the first 57 years of raising them is the hardest, it get’s easier after that. 😉

          1. I don’t think we ever really lose being ‘their babies’ in our parents’ eyes.

            I still have flashbacks of what it was like for my oldest children to be newborn bundles of pink beans in my arms, and they’re in the double digit ages. And it feels like they grew up fast (and I sulk, and it feels unfair for a few moments. Where did their babyhood go?!)

            1. That “it feels like only yesterday” effect always catches you out, doesn’t it? Even when you know that that’s how memory works, that it “jumps” over the intervening years so that all memories feel like only yesterday. It’s one thing to know in your head that the feeling that “they grew up so fast!” is an illusion — their growing-up years lasted 365 or 366 days just like every other year, you’re just remembering it like it was yesterday so the temporal perspective is foreshortened — but it’s another thing to get your emotions to acknowledge that reality.

              1. I whimsically tell my oldest son to ‘turn back into a baby for a little bit’. When he was much younger, he took it literally and said “I can’t!” (eventually he caught on that I wanted to cuddle him XD Then he outgrew my lap. TToTT )

  5. It’s not a spaceship; it’s a space houseboat. And it’s obviously designed for sheltered aether only, not the hard vacuums far from stars and worlds.

    1. Gnomish Spaceship Houseboat from the AD&D universe. Takes lots of magic to make it into space, and retain a breathable atmosphere around the ship. And it’s waaay too late for me to go rummaging around in the attic looking for the rule books on it.

  6. Have fun in the flower garden. I was planning on planting some bulbs and wildflowers in ours, but we got quite a bit of rain this morning and the ground’s going to be too wet to work without compacting it. At least it will water the vegetable garden in back, and the grass seed I’ve been trying to get to grow on the bald spots.

  7. She is working in the garden. Any tyrannical nincompoops mysteriously missing?

    What makes the green things grow? (Grin)

    Back to my chores…

        1. We’ll all know Sarah has finally lost it when she shows up at Pete’s with a “Polis for President” bumper sticker…..

    1. Can’t remember; ‘‘twas one or the other; one made the grass grow; and one made the grass green.

  8. I can relate. I finally, after years, got something I was willing to share on my wordpress site. It’s not earthshaking, but it’s a baby step.

  9. Just curious;

    Do y’all have any favorite ‘stumper questions’ you consider laughably easy to answer?

    One of mine is “Which came first, the chicken or the egg?”. We know damned well that there were egg-laying critters long before there were chickens!

    Was just reminded of that one, and thought this group’s views might be interesting.

    1. Since chickens are mutated dinos, I assume they hatched from dino eggs, so of course.
      What color was the White Horse of Napoleon? Grey. White horses are called grey, for some reason.

      1. Technically, there are no white horses. There are grays (which change color as they age), creams (which are light yellow), and albino whites (which have various genetic problems like blindness or sudden death).

        1. So the crowned toxophile’s steed is definitely not a horse? 🙂

        2. Nonsense! The song clearly states that “She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes.” Not only states that but reiterates it several times!

          You are not seriously disputing the authority of folk songs, surely?

          N.B. – alternate version used for purpose of illustration

  10. I’ve got river rock under the roses outside my office, but that’s because they hide the super-duper French drain that got put in when this became my office (and DadRed and I got to do sheetrock, and drywall repair, and all that other fun stuff. We left the flooring for a professional, but did build the bookcases.) I weed it every-other-week or so.

    1. No. These idiots just put in the rock all over the flowerbeds. I know they did it just before selling because I have BULBS trying to break through.
      Assholes. (mutters.)
      EVERYTHING we find they did in this house is deranged.
      Oh, yeah, we NEED to finish putting flooring in. That’s a project for the summer, though, and I hope younger son helps. Part of it will be the Great Office Move TM. As in I want the bigger one husband is using for bills. He’s getting mine for his work office, and then the bills move down here. Part of the intent being to have us on the same floor at the same time. Sigh.

      1. EVERYTHING we find they did in this house is deranged.

        Ah, the Previous Owner was Not A…. Syndrome.
        Know it all too well.
        One place the family moved into, the Previous Owner was…
        Not a plumber.
        Not an electrician.
        Not a carpenter.

        The current place? (Not the Labyrinth, mind you.)
        All those, and NOT a phone tech.
        Before moving in, we had the lines checked as we on DSL at the time and wanted to be sure. NOTHING worked… until the phone tech realized who had lived here before and went to actual (not apparent) phone connection outside. He explained the guy “thought he was a phone tech/engineer.” We ran new lines before moving in. The internal lines are now handling the VoIP setup just fine.

        1. Thought One: I wonder how many shortcomings of fields of craftsmanship could be crammed into a single building that somehow manages to stand without burning down.

          Thought Two: You know, literal wizardry would be a way to justify one or more additional trades going into a building.

          Thought Three: I have a setting which is supposed to have several fields of wizardry, as well as mundanes with running water and electricity. (But not digital electronics, because I wanted to play with that gap in their knowledge base.)

          Thought Four: And I completely overlooked that the way I have wizardry set up implies that there are tradesmen working with the same forces. Okay, I had ideas of factory workers with Wizards standing in for engineers, but I completely missed ‘like carpenters, electricians, or steam fitters’.

          A) This shows a lot about some of my areas of greater incompetence. B) There was probably a relatively mundane real estate disaster shaped hole in this project. (Wizard homes are less mundane, and not safe after the deaths of the wizard. Think ‘engineer building an off the grid dream house’, if they could summon monsters for security, and might want the cognate of a particle accelerator as laboratory apparatus.) C) I probably would have stopped at 1, and not come back to continue, had CP not posted the link to mystery plumbing. D) I may have answer to some of the questions that had bogged me down, and some new interesting questions.

          1. That’s one thing about RedQuarters. They got the wiring right. The plumbing is best left to the imagination, insulation was a joke, but the wiring was right. Alas, now code has changed and just the inter-linked, hard-wired-with-battery-back-up smoke detectors in all the “bedrooms” will be at least $3000, plus patching the sheetrock and repainting. (And since the detectors have to be inter-linked, when one of them needs a battery change, all of them will start beeping. *facepaw*)

            1. Oh, yes. Whoever wrote that had no concept of reality-as-we-know-it.

              Before dropping $3K, see if your local code will accept “wireless” smoke detectors. Also, national code accepts wall mounting within certain limits; if your local code follows that, you might be able to put at least some of them where they’re easier to reach.

              Detectors are generally not required in bathrooms since steam geshtupfs their sensors. As of a few years ago they were optional in kitchens; vapor from cooking or frying also caused troubles. In my area kitchen detectors are not required, but I added one of the “thermal emission” type anyway, just in case of a grease fire or an appliance committing fiery seppuku.

              I still resent the smoke detector I had to put in the hallway. The “hallway” is basically just a modesty panel so you don’t see directly into the bedroom from the living room. It is a full 38 inches long… but code requires a detector anyway.

              1. Oh dear. It’s going to be a mess when we have to rewire this house, I bet. And it will probably have to happen.

                Not (as far as I know) alarmingly kluged, just built in 1959, so there’s been time for a lot of code changes….

                1. Nothing in a 1959 house will meet current code, from the breakers to the wire itself. Plus the required kitchen circuits, differences in how 220v is handled, the crazy-expensive new breakers, mandatory minimum outlet spacing and locations, networked fire alarms, etc.

                  The house was correct and safe in 1959. It’s still safe. “Don’t fix it if it’s not broken.”

                  If you absolutely, positively *must* update the wiring, look for a remodeler who does that sort of thing, not an electrical contractor. Electricians are used to dealing with bare studs; remodelers know how to run wire to code without expensive destruction of the interior walls. And give serious consideration to one of the “surface mount” systems; these are plastic or metal wiring channels that glue or screw to the walls and ceilings. They are intended for adding wiring to concrete or brick walls, but work with drywall too.

                  1. We aren’t planning to update the wiring for its own sake! — as you say, it’s working — but we may eventually make modifications elsewhere that require it and then we will be in for it. I appreciate the advice!

                    I wonder if our plumbing company can recommend anybody for a major project…. (They recommended someone to adjust things so we could put in a new dishwasher with minimal fuss, but I think he’s retiring.) I ponder this partly because they won out against the company someone else recommended for repiping because 1. they had done good work before for the previous owner of the house and 2. the other folks were going to charge a few thousand dollars more and told us up front — points for honesty, to be fair — that the process would leave something like seven open holes in the walls. However they pulled it off, these ones made one new opening, in a closet, and they put an access door on it.

                2. I rewired my house while I was replacing the roof shingles…and a LOT of deteriorated wood…and adding overhangs on the gable ends…and fixing the joining between the original roof and the addition…and consolidate some of the plumbing vents…and…and…

                  So, as long as I had most of the roof off anyway, might as well rip out the outdated breaker box and put in a modern one…and rip out the original 4-circuit fuse box which was STILL connected…and move the service drop from what had become the middle of the north side to the northwest corner…AND pull out all that 1950’s rubber-and-cotton 14 gauge two-wire crap and run 12-2 Romex…and put the exterior outlets on GFI breakers…

                  It took a while, but I did ‘Git ‘er done!’

        2. Project House has a wiring harness like a car. CAT6 in every room, most with multiple drops, plus outside to the generator and the air conditioner, which has an Ethernet port. Plain old twisted pair phone to every room. Coax to most rooms. A handful of 5V charging outlets. Old-school coax plus Ethernet plus audio for the surveillance system. (wire is cheap, running it later is not) The code-required fire alarm network. Generator subpanel. Three-way switches. Thermometers inside, on the porch, in the crawlspace, and in the attic. Wiring for the hydronic pumps and sensors. And optical fiber from the service entry point to the equipment closet in the hall.

          I still need to run the wiring for the solar subsystem, and another network drop for the charge controllers, because I forgot when I was running network cables.

        3. *reads through the examples*

          Again, I give thanks that we bought a house that was “dad’s alone now, let’s fix the house up for him while he’s setting the farm up before we have to”.

          There is a lot of… unexpected stuff. But it is all done well, and it all MAKES SENSE.

          Yeah, it is very obvious the electricity was done privately, not for pay, by a professional. Because it is done with an eye to making it easy for the electrician, and “overbuilt” was not a valid objection. ❤ ❤
          Run out of room to do things in the old fuse box?
          Add a fuse box, which makes tracing everything really, really easy, and stuff is so ORGANIZED.

          The closet next to the bathroom has a rod hanging across it, for some reason, so there’s only two shelves for towels and stuff, and then a HUGE area below those shelves.
          …One old guy. In the bedroom right next to the bathroom, which is next to the kitchen, which flows into the livingroom, which flows back into the bedroom, which has no closet. He had it set up so he could hang his clothes, and the bottom area is the right size for a “you have a daycare?” size unit of toilet paper, the remaining shelves are the right level to reach without bugging your knees.

          Oh my gosh, the lights— this guy was amazing. ❤

          1. I like him already…

            I ripped most of the interior walls out of the Project House. I’m putting most of them back more or less as they were, other than deleting a bedroom. The bathroom and kitchen share a “wet wall”. I changed the wall from 2×4 to 2×8 to simplify the plumbing. The opposite bathroom wall is shared with a bedroom closet. I made that wall 2×6. Instead of panelng or sheetrock I will fit cabinet doors, so most of the walls will be cabinets. Toilet paper stacks handily in a 2×6 cavity, and “stuff” will go in the other wall.

            On the wall across from the toilet, within reach of the bathtub, there’s am outlet, a network drop, and a phone drop, down near knee height. When I finish framing I’ll have a cavity there large enough for a standard telephone handset. Because neither of us is getting and younger, and if one of us were to fall – Mrs. TRX already has, and wound up having to have surgery afterward – it might be a long wait before the other got back home.

            Of course, there’s the question of how rescue workers might get in to help. I had “jackbooted thugs with the door buster” in mind when I reframed the exterior walls around the doors. There’s a downside to everything…

            1. DadRed and a fireman had to remove the paint holding a window closed to get to a neighbor lady who had fallen. Thank be the window latch had broken in the unlocked position.

            2. Windows and half an hour not being quiet– or, if your doors have key-locks, there are auto lock picking machines. Rather tightly controlled.

              Or just drilling out the lock, or breaking a window.

              If you’re dying on the floor, there’s all kinds of “I have half an hour and I don’t need to be stealthy” options to get into a house.

              1. She was on the phone with another neighbor, and just needed help standing. If she’d been in medical distress then the window would have gone and devil take the hindmost.

      2. It is highly possible that all such “improvements” were perpetrated by the prior owner’s realtor in the name of staging the house. Under such circumstances the primary interests are typically speed and cost … although if the realtor’s BIL is in the (for example) landscaping business and has over-stocked river rock (especially if BIL likes “Hut Sut Rawlson”) that can be a factor.

        1. They’d love my house. For certain definitions of “love”. 1890 and small. In the upstairs, I, at all of 5’5″, can stand in some spots, barefoot, and put the palm of my hand on the ceiling. My aspie daughter was blunt and asked if the place had been built by or for midgets.

          Not a single door is the same height or width, and none of them are modern standard. The wiring is fascinating. One outlet on the east side of the kitchen, and only that kitchen outlet, is on the same circuit as the entire room to the west of the kitchen. And the switch for the kitchen porch door is also in that back room.

          And dont get my oil company going on about my boiler….. I think they must be the first professionals who have ever worked on the heating system. The plumbing is … unique. Rube Goldberg would be proud of it.

          1. Years ago my Lady and I spent a (very satisfactory) vacation on the Outer Banks, and one of the unifying architectural features of the newer construction was the huge number of windows…of varying sizes. It looked like each house built since a certain date was 75% windows, and that no house had two windows the same size. I concluded that somebody has a discount card for Guido’s House OF Fine Mismatched Windows.

        2. Part of the reason we bought this 20 year old house is that “it can’t have as much accumulated crazy as a 120 year old Victorian.”
          …. maybe. Maybe not by a hair. But the people who lived here were overachievers.

          1. My daughter had a dear friend in Utah, when she was in the 5th grade, whose family were living in and renovating a 1895 red-brick Italianate in the historic part of town. It had been the childhood home of the friends’s mother, and she was sentimental about the place … but it was a four-story disaster, and she wound up hating it with every fiber of her being. She told me several times, if she had known at the beginning what she knew after twenty years of trying to renovate on a small budget, room by room, she would have opted for gutting the entire interior, and starting over.
            The only thing solid about the place were the exterior brick walls. Everything else was made from a cheap grade of wood – what would have been cheap in 1895. There were no pleasant surprises, no discoveries of quality features, ornate woodwork, artistic touches … just basic cheap cr*p, and not improved by almost a hundred years of cheap renovations. She had an entire interior wall dissolve and collapse on her, at once point. Fortunately, it was cheap and lightweight, so no serious injury.
            But she hated that house with a purple passion, by the time they gave up, and bought a pleasant, one-story 1920s Craftsman-era bungalow – which hadn’t been built on the cheap. She was ecstatically happy with the bungalow.

        3. Just an example: the way they secured a bar in the basement? CUT A HOLE IN THE SUBFLOORING. HAVE A VERY LONG POLE IN THE BAR.
          Because, you know, bolting things down is for sissies.
          IOW they behaved like the engineered subflooring was DIRT.
          they mounted the shower inside out. So, it’s leaking and needs to be replaced.
          The wiring downstairs was peculiar (We hired someone to fix it.) etc. etc. etc.

        4. Project House was like that. The sewer plumbing would make strong men weep; examples of every type of pipe ever sold in this area, mostly butted loosely together and held by wraps of every kind of tape. And at least one of the sooper geniuses who perpetrated that wasn’t aware that shit doesn’t flow uphill.

          The wiring… some of it was tarred-cloth-covered 1943 “cheapest we can get away with.” Some was Romex. Some was lengths of extension cord. Most of it was joined up by twisting the conductors together and using cellophane tape. I ripped every inch of the mess out, paid an electrical contractor to install new code wiring, saw the mess he made (turns out the city lets them “self-inspect”, so they bodge whatever they want together and sign off, and it was nowhere NEAR meeting code), ripped all that out, bought a copy of the National Electrical Code (expensive) and re-did it all.

        5. More than half a century ago, my father assisted his father-in-law in doing some renovations to the tiny cottage that my grandparents lived in, from about 1922, until Grandma moved into the Long Beach Gold Star Mothers’ residence in the late 1970s. The little cottage was supposedly built by a professional carpenter on HIS days off from his regular employment. The carpenter, by evidence of what my father discovered, did own a level, but not a square. None of the windows or the doors were anything like a standard size, and not a single one of them entirely square. And what really freaked Dad out was discovering that all the interior electrical wiring was bare copper wires between ceramic posts within the walls. Which had been standard in the early 20th century … but not something that Dad expected to see in the 1960s…

          1. Ah, bare copper wire on ceramic posts…I remember that. The Summer House had that in the basement. There has been cloth insulation once, but that had decayed since the wiring as put in, right about WWI. My Uncle was in charge of the repairs budget and got wind of the fact that my Lady (then my girlfriend) had some experience with wiring, and asked her to go look int he basement and advise him as the the urgency of the matter. She came up literally GREY on the face and sat, “Call the electrician, NOW!”

            1. Anyone else recall the (brief-loved) passion for installing aluminum wiring?

              Yeah, that worked about as well as you would imagine.

  11. Would you like a guest post on specifications related to lamp posts or stakes for impalement? 😛

    Kidding, but there’s a remote chance that I may soon get my head un@$^#ed enough to dig up some of my old ideas for guest posts. The ‘Towards More Insane Foreign Policies’ series might be topical, given that the ChiComs have almost certainly been cheating on the implicit deal that made relative peace with them possible.

    I think I had something more recently that I thought was cooler, and more definitely something you would consider appropriate.

    I suspect I won’t reach that part of my priority list. I’ve recently started making progress on figuring out the plot to my WIP, which I’ve been taking much too long to do.

  12. For some reason, I see Noah’s Ark in space. On the other hand, maybe they’re refugees from some other planet, and they’re coming here with two of everything.

  13. The picture is perfect for the type of science fiction I would write should I ever have the courage and tenacity to write.

  14. Hi ya’ll, wondering if I could perhaps get some sci-fi reading recommendations from the horde for my son? Connor texted me yesterday asking if I’d ever read any N.K. Jemesin. He’s 26, living in Manhattan, working from home and suddenly a lot more interested in reading than he had been. I read almost no sci-fi (of course I read Darkship Thieves et al) and so couldn’t give any recommendations. But I do know from reading Sarah’s blog and about the Sad Puppies saga that Jemesin is super-woke, and I’d like to steer Connor away from that ilk and into something that’s a great story not woke/PC.

    He’s a smart guy, non-nerd, and tells me that he likes darker stories, giving me the example of No Country for Old Men. Any and all suggestions will be much appreciated!

    1. Dave Freer’s good, but not dark-dark. David L. Burkhead is good too, more fantasy. My Cat Among Dragons (mil-sci-fi) veers to dark with the third book and gets pretty grim but never hopeless. My Colplatschki Chronicles are about rebuilding society on a colony planet, again mil-sci-fi for the most part. Amanda Green’s series that she wrote as Sam Schall are good mil-sci-fi. Peter Grant’s another one, Jim Curtis (OLD NFO, doesn’t comment here too much), James Young’s another for mil-sci-fi and ships in space.

    2. Kratman and Drake do a lot of dark stuff.

      Hmm. The Ringo/Weber March books, and Ringo’s Aldenata.

      Dan Wells’ John Cleaver books are pretty dark.

      C. Chancy’s A Net of Dawn and Bones/Seeds of Blood are probably her darkest originals.

      Nuttall’s Schooled in Magic is a YA Magic School/Other World series, but handles insane necromancers with a great deal of moral clarity.

      Hodgell’s Kencyrath books are fairly dark.

      Larry Correia is also a good bet.

      Dorothy Grant’s Shattered Under Midnight is a romance, but the circumstances are not exactly the most pleasant.

      Most of the other things I’m thinking of are LNs, or older things like the Continental Op.

      1. Bob, thanks for your numerous suggestions.
        PS I checked the Register of Fools and there are no “Bobs”…..

    3. Point him to the Baen Free Library, home to some good books and story collections free to download.

      Next, try The Fifth Imperium

      Something like 300 books there, also free to download. Some of them are pretty dark, too.

      Other recommendations:

      The Last Centurion — John Ringo (government reacts badly to a pandemic, whoda thunk?)
      The Cold Equations — Tom Godwin
      Paradigms Lost — Ryk E. Spoor
      The Apocalypse Troll — David Weber

      Becoming Superman — J. Michael Straczynski (The creator of Babylon 5 tells his story)

      All of these are the beginnings of series, some over 10 books long. Be warned!

      Monster Hunter International — Larry Correia
      Shards Of Honor — Lois McMaster Bujold
      On Basilisk Station — David Weber
      Tinker — Wen Spencer
      1632 — Eric Flint
      There Will Be Dragons — John RIngo
      Inherit The Stars — James P. Hogan
      March Upcountry — David Weber & John Ringo
      An Oblique Approach — Eric Flint & David Drake
      Freehold — Michael Z. Williamson
      Under A Graveyard Sky — John Ringo
      A Desert Called Peace — Tom Kratman
      Dead Six — Larry Correia & Mike Kupari

      OK, this is getting too long. Don’t forget to read anything you can find by Robert A. Heinlein.

  15. Update on request for reading recommendations for my son: I will be looking through everyone’s kind suggestions and passing along the leads to Connor. Meanwhile, he’s already ordered N.K. Jemisin’s The City We Became. I’m hoping he will be able to spot and disregard any PC nonsense.

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