Category: Not-politics

I wonder if Glenn has had his coffee yet.

After all, when you’re talking about survival guides it seems odd to omit classics like The Zombie Survival Guide (now in flashcard form!). And I still have to somehow acquire How To Survive a Robot Uprising. Wilson’s Where’s My Jetpack? looks fun, too.

Finishing up, I heartily recommend Pocket Guide To The Apocalypse: The Official Field Manual For The End Of The World: it’s not really a field manual, but it does have the singular virtue of containing a general analysis of the various threads of Western eschatological thinking by somebody who doesn’t hate evangelical Christians.  So I guess that it is a field manual, only not for the stated purpose.

[UPDATE] I have been properly dinged for not including How to Build a Robot Army: Tips on Defending Planet Earth Against Alien Invaders, Ninjas, and Zombies; let me head off future criticisms at the pass by also including How to Rule the World: A Handbook for the Aspiring Dictator and How to Be a Villain: Evil Laughs, Secret Lairs, Master Plans, and More!!!.  These kinds of books have pretty long subtitles, huh?

Storm From The Shadows: The Sort-of, Kind-of, Not-Really Review.

I’ve just finished reading Storm from the Shadows – for those unfamiliar with it, it’s David Weber‘s latest book in his Honorverse series – and while it was good, there’s one potential problem: it definitely references events that are taking place in Weber/Flint’s Torch of Freedom, as well as ones in Mission of Honor.  Neither book is out yet; ToF is not until November.  It’s not even on Baen Books’ schedule, yet.

That being said, you don’t need to read ToF to understand what’s going on SFtS, although if you want to get involved in this Nelson/Horatio Hornblower science fiction series you’re best off starting with On Basilisk Station and chewing your way through.  But that’s the nature of long, well-developed genre fiction series.

Come, I will hide nothing from you: I don’t *do* March Madness.

I don’t watch basketball.

Deceiver Madness, on the other hand… so far, on the Politicos bracket all four of my guys are still in play. The other categories? Not so much.

Looking at the future, my Final Four are going to be Tom Cruise, PETA… hmm, Perez Hilton, and Barack Obama (although John Edwards is going to give him one heck of a fight).

Crossposted to RedState.

I agree with Rand Simberg about the Star Trek Commander Chair thing.

Or at least, with what he implies: this NYT article is inadequate.

An adequate article would have told that you could order such a marvelous item directly here.  Sheesh: it’s 2009.  There’s no excuse not to give the link.

Moe Lane

PS: There’s also this, if you’re on a budget.

PPS: If there are sites about how to build the blessed things, I’m not finding them.   Tanj dammit.

PPPS: Constant Reader Matt justifiably mocks me for my lack of Google Fu.

I don’t normally do these kind of…

…’round the blogs posts; but it is kind of funny that Cynthia Yockley’s (aka The Conservative Lesbian) poking of Stacey McCain’s condemnation of gay marriage caused him to disseminate a picture that now apparently makes for the most interesting automatic a*d* choices.

One trembles to contemplate what this post will do. Although, speaking as someone who was a spatula serf for seven years, really: the entire purpose of the fast-food restaurant is that you get food. Fast.

Not that violence is an appropriate response, of course.