Ouch…

So, you think you’re smart, well studied, etc…

You only need 4 correct out of 10 questions to pass.

1) How long did the Hundred Years’ War last?

2) Which country makes Panama hats?

3) From which animal do we get cat gut?

4) In which month do Russians celebrate the October Revolution?

5) What is a camel’s hair brush made of?

6) The Canary Islands in the Pacific are named after what animal?

7) What was King George VI’s first name?

8) What color is a purple finch?

9) Where are Chinese gooseberries from?

10) What is the color of the black box in a commercial airplane?

Remember, you need only 4 correct answers to pass. They are below the fold.

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Snerk…

One of my readers sent me this…

Apparently was in San Diego paper last week!!!

No sugarcoating in this one, not a bit!!! 🙂

Cabin fever???

Somebody, I don’t remember who was bitching about cabin fever yesterday. Somebody else posted a pic of enlisted sailors spaces on ships/subs.

The comeback was dismissive, words to the effect that ‘all’ officers have private staterooms on ‘all’ Navy vessels…

Welp, I hate to say it, but no they don’t…

This is a ‘typical’ junior office ‘stateroom’ on a submarine, taken from the door… Three JOs live in here, lowest ranked/junior gets the bottom rack. A fold down sink is it, and three small lockers, about twice the width of a high school locker, plus some storage you can see in the far bulkhead of each rack. What is not shown is there would also be at least two chairs in there…

And they get to spend 30-90 days in here with no days off. Normal watch schedule is eight-on, sixteen-off watches, there are normally only 2 people there at a time, but it’s still crowded. And usually the junior has the last watch (0000-0800).

The ONLY ‘private’ stateroom on a sub is the CO’s, and it’s about the same size, but with a desk and other items taking up room.

Ships aren’t much better, but at least as you go up in rank, you eventually get to a 2 person room!

 

Book promo…

First up is an anthology for the ladies! Flights of Fantasy

Our friend Monalisa Foster has a story in there, along with KC Ezell and Marisa Wolf! I know those three ladies tell some good stories!

As always, click on the cover to go to the Amazon link!

The blurb-

Do you believe in hidden worlds…and romance? “Flights of Fantasy” proves that love always deserves a happy ending…no matter what species you are!

Come along as the incarnation of Death tries to negotiate life as a high school senior, a shape-shifting centaur tries to do the right thing, and a valkyrie tries to guard her boss…who just happens to be a phoenix!

With characters who find love at the circus, or learn their boyfriend is now a werewolf, or who have to deal with the man of their dreams being turned into a vampire in front of their eyes, “Flights of Fantasy” delivers romance to strike every reader’s fancy…and fantasy.

Like a flight of food or beverages, “Flights of Fantasy” has a variety of short stories from talented authors you know and love, as well as some others you may not know—yet. Take a look and find a new hidden world to love!

With stories from:
Terry Maggert
Kacey Ezell
Marisa Wolf
Monalisa Foster
Kylie Cross
Julia May Vee
Casey Moores
Dawn Witzke
Sheellah Kennedy
Melissa Olthoff
Donea Lee Weaver
Kat Beaty

Next up is Eaton Rapids Joe with his debut novel, now up for preorder- Seven Cows: Pandemic, Resilience and Hope

The blurb-

Eaton Rapids Joe called his book a “cozy zombie apocalypse soap opera” and it’s hard to find other tags that describe it better….except, maybe, a superbly well-told tale of what happens in a small town after pandemic tears the world apart. This timely novel centers on the people of “Kate’s Store” community, both good and bad, and how they respond to the outside troubles. Quarantine, justified fears of outsiders, defensive actions, alternative energy sources, and the whole gamut of human responses to this thing that is completely outside of their control….or experience. Will the community rise to meet these horrors? Will they be able to keep out the hoards of starving people leaving the cities? How will they manage as the world-wide financial system collapses? A colorful page-turner, with twists and sage advice for today’s world.

I was privileged to be an alpha reader on this one and really enjoyed it!

Sigh…

Rather than beating on any one of the 1001 dead horses out there right now, or play the doom and gloom game, I give you something fun to watch…

8 minutes long, but watch to the end! Amazing talent!!!

And if you’re REALLY bored, Ian and I, with side comments from Jonathan, talked about the things going on, plus a few stories…  HERE. It’s a FB stream, so the quality isn’t that great, but like I said, if you’re bored… 🙂

TBT…

Opposites… In more ways than one…

Shemya AK, north Pacific ocean. Colder than… You know what… Saw minus 30 on a ‘good’ day when we went in there for gas.

Misirah, Oman, Indian Ocean. Hotter than blue blazes most of the time. Saw 130 degrees on the ramp once.

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Something to think about…

From a friend who is in his 80s and has an interesting perspective…

Gun confiscation:  A family history

My compound first name is Jean-Pierre, but I answer to “J-P”   because most Americans cannot pronounce my name unless they speak French or have a head cold. In addition,  rhyming with ‘ ”gene” pisses me off, inasmuch as I am a proud male. (Since my name means “John-Peter,” I remind myself daily of my sexual identity by going to the john and finding my ____).

We were living in Paris when Hitler invaded France on my third birthday, 10 May 1940. Early in 1941, two Schutzstaffel  –  SS officers knocked on our door, and, in perfect French, told my father, Monsieur,  you have  a Belgian Thirifays 16-gauge double-barrel shotgun, serial number XXXYYY. Hand it over!”  Thanks to the French government’s firearm ownership list, my father lost his favorite hunting shotgun.

At age 3 ½, I was already causing   problems for my parents, who caught me in the balcony, spitting on German occupation soldiers, while shouting, “Sale Boche!”   (“Dirty block-head” , from the high & tight haircuts they favored). Fortunately, Wehrmacht Soldaten (regular German troopers)   were forgiving, but things got dangerous when my parents caught me pissing on the invaders’ helmets. We did not want to attract further SS attention. One could say that I was a precocious maverick….

In late 1941, we escaped by driving to Barcelona, evading a Ju-88 strafing the retreating French forces on the highway as we headed to Spain.  My mother, my sister and I embarked on a passenger ship, “XXXXXXXXXX,” as we sought refuge in Argentina, while my father returned to Paris to clear out his office.  He joined us in Buenos Aires several months later,   and met my second sister, who had been born enroute.

In   June of 1946, one month after my ninth birthday, Colonel Juan  Domingo Perón staged a coup and took over as Argentina’s National-Socialist dictator. Sho’nuff – eventually, his secret service came calling, looking for firearms. Having been stung by confiscation in France, my father said, “Cuáles armas de fuego?”  (“What firearms?) .  He had not registered his 16-gauge shotgun or my single-barrel .410 bore break-top shotguns, so he and I joyfully hunted three varieties of partridge, the Argentine hare, and waterfowl from early in my childhood.

I am proud American  citizen, to the political right of both John Wayne and Attila the Hun because I have experienced the penury of living under two Socialist régimes. I am a  member of the NRA and AZCDL,  and I remain active in opposing the likes of Schumer, Pelosi, Bloomberg, Sanders, Clinton, Biden, Obama, Kelly  and the rest of  the USA’s MarxiCrats (including treasonous RINOs) who wish to deprive me of my  God-given right to defend myself against the dictatorial excesses of a  Socialist dictatorship.

Will I fight for my country? Absolutely, and against all enemies, foreign and DOMESTIC. I derive inspiration from Winston Churchill’s 4 June 1940 speech to the House of Commons: “We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender…”

JP became an American citizen, joined the Navy after college, and became a Naval Aviator. He’s now retired, but still active in training new shooters and he is worried about what is going on here/now with the current lockdowns/absurd rules/etc. he’s seen it all twice before.

Rimworld- The Rift paperback

Is also live! Link HERE.

And it’s off to a good start! Thank you to my loyal readers!!!

Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #5,191 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)

Finally!!! Rimworld- The Rift is alive!

After 10 days in limbo, Amazon finally spit it out after multiple emails…

The Rift introduces a new set of characters with a few that you’ll recognize if you read the previous books.

Click on the cover for the link!

The blurb-

Danny Ortega was a failure. He couldn’t tolerate the implant to be a starship captain…

But Danny Ortega has run his deep space research vessel Ghost alone for years, flaky AI and all, mapping the most unstable and unexplored regions of the Rift for the Cartographers Guild. When his latest mission lands in a mass graveyard of ships, including some ships out of legend, lost for hundreds of years, the guild isn’t happy with him.

He picks up a misfit crew out of the asteroids and the games begin!Turns out he’ll need them not just for research and salvage, but to help him keep his ship! As word gets out that he has artifacts and is returning remains, Danny finds he’s gone from chasing a prize to becoming one himself…

Unfortunately for his enemies, Danny didn’t get his own ship by being an easy target or giving up. His odd connections and crew have plenty of surprises up their sleeves, too!

As always, HONEST reviews are appreciated. Thank you in advance, and I apologize for the delay in getting this one out.

Trash Panda…

Has resigned from being the Covid spirit animal…

He drunkenly mumbled something about Karens and their screeching about his mask, and he wasn’t washing his hands enough!