Sort of a Review of John Scalzi’s Old Man’s War Series

If you’ve followed my blog for any time you know that I’m a terrible reviewer. I either like something and continue to read/watch it, or I dislike it and close the cover/leave the theatre. I don’t offer my opinion on the bad ones; they’ve already taken enough of my time and energy.

John Scalzi is my new favorite author, and definitely worth my time. His novel, Old Man’s War, was brought to my attention by the good folks at Amazon during my never-ending search for something new to read. It is science fiction as its best–witty, thought-provoking, smart, and a tad irreverent.

  
John Perry, the main character of the first novel in the six-book series, has left Earth in his late 70’s as a recruit to the Colonial Defense Forces. The CDF’s mission is to “bear arms and to use them against the enemies of the Colonial Union, which might include other human forces.” 

The Colonial Union oversees the settlement of human colonies on other planets. Earth supplies all of the CDF recruits, but its various governments remain separate, intact, and ungoverned by the CU. It’s a mutually beneficial relationship; although, one that becomes increasingly more fragile as the story progresses.

Each book in the series might have one or more than one different perspective. At the beginning of each I’d think, “Crap! I want to hear this from John’s point of view or from Zöe’s perspective!” But within a few pages I’d be completely engrossed in the new tale and its protagonist. 

The best recommendation I can give is that I have suffered from severe book withdrawal since completing the sixth book in the series. How can the world continue when I’m so bereft?

Book two in the series

Peace, people!

Scaling Walls

discouraging heights
intimidate most climbers
except those lovelorn.
  

all those tangled hearts
drawn to assail reaches lost
without hope’s reward.

  

no rope, nor pulleys
may be enlisted for cause,
spurring hopelessness.


Trapped!

I am not a stay at home anything, and when I’m forced to remain at home I begin to feel claustrophobic regardless of the size of my current abode.

Today I am confined to Doright Manor as I wait for various contractors to show up to perform their respective duties. Our covered porch project has been clipping along at a nice pace with little assistance from me until this beautiful fall day. I should be out walking, shopping, dining, etc., and here I sit watching Dr. Oz in hopes that at least someone will show up today to justify my confinement.

There was a knock on my door an hour ago. I’d fallen asleep in front of the television and it took me a couple of minutes to get my bearings and to wipe the drool from my cheek. Expecting the electrician I motioned the man through my front door where he smiled and asked if I’d accepted Jesus as my personal savior. 

I nodded and in turn asked him if he’d accepted electricity as a profession. He shook his head no and I pretty much pushed him out the door. Back to waiting.

 

Maybe I should look for obvious clues.
 
Peace, people!

Old Lyme Creek

Photo by Kelly Cavitt Dupler

crisp golden aspens
burst full with autumn’s glory
along Old Lyme Creek

Peace, people! 

Dream Weaver

Last night I dreamt that I rescued two dogs from an abusive situation. One was a large, light brown mutt who was severely malnourished. The other was a cute little chihuahua who seemed bouncy and healthy.

I took them home and then multiple crises arose: my kids needed help, my job was nuts, there were aliens landing on the front lawn, etc. I forgot about the large dog and found him dead in the backyard. I cried and cried because I knew I was solely responsible for his death.

The little dog was still okay, though. Apparently I’d fed him, and he was still sweet and cute. But having killed the large dog I couldn’t give my heart to the small one. It felt like a huge betrayal, so I gave it away to a family who seemed like they’d cherish it.

I think I know what this dream was trying to tell me. I’m going to change my priorities starting now. 

Thanks for letting me share this. 

Take care, and peace, people.

Looking Hot

looking
hot
for a
woman
like me
who
is not
takes an
exhausting
amount of
energy.
i think
now
might be
a good
time
for a
nap.
zzzzzzzzzzzz

  
Peace, people!

Not So Famous Quotes

What has happened to the “Like” button on our WordPress posts? Has it been abducted by aliens? Has it eloped, soon to be known as “Love”? Or has some more sinister fate befallen the “Like” button?

I miss being liked. I miss being able to like. Seriously! My emotional state is fragile. So, I give you some less well known quotes from history. I’m sure there are more, but I’m quite drained right now due to the lack of likes.

          A Few Not So Famous Quotes

“Give me ‘Likes’ or give me death!”–Patrick Henry’s cousin twice removed

“I regret that I have but no ‘likes’ to give to my fellow bloggers!”–Nathan Hale or someone pretending to be Nathan Hale at an alternative Revolutionary War reenactment.

“You ‘like’ me! You really ‘like’ me!”–Sally Field upon receiving an Oscar.

“Why don’t you come up and ‘like’ me sometime?”–Mae West in a different movie than the one you’re thinking of.

“Go ahead. ‘Like’ my post.”–Dirty Harry’s less macho friend, Clean Barry.

“Han! I ‘like’ you!”–Princess Leia Organa might’ve said this before they arrived on Cloud City.

“I know.”–Han Solo actually said this, and I ‘like’ it.

“The journey of a thousand miles begins with one ‘like'”–Lao Tzu never even thought about saying this.

And there you have it. Bring back the “Like” before things get ugly-ish.

“Peace and ‘Likes.’ Peace and ‘Likes!'”–Ringo Starr came really close to saying this.