Time travel before and after the genocide. Back to kill father when he was young. Lighthouses and seaships. And fuck if I can remember.

Bloodsong by Anthony Ryan
Originally self-published yet a great book. Hero with an ace. Faces some injustice but not really all that much. Being in the 6th order where you might die I guess is a sort of injustice. The king who is holding people he cares about basically hostage is a sort. Nice long book. Unfortunately book one of a series that may take a while to be finished. something Al Sorna. Almost arabic names? Plus arabic-like religious intolerance. Their own "faith" though is strangely very vague. Why they question it so little doesn't quite make sense. The ending in the desert had a Lawrence of Arabia feel. Some plot stuff seemed a bit thrown in. Plot was maybe a bit too involved.

Heroes Die by Matthew Woodring Stover
Another book one I guess of a series that may be a long while before another book comes out. Parallel worlds, one is a typical fantasy fiction world, the other is a futuristic dystopia. Started and quit long ago as didn't care for the futuritic dytopia. Didn't like the lingo that was used especially. Or the extent to which the hero is in love. But it gets better. Almost gets very good. I guess not as good as Bloodsong. The characters aren't as complex. But really quite good. Surprised to find these two books. Perhaps there are more still... Really dismissed this one before. The plot is too involved in this one I think. Too many holes as a result. Was expecting him to overthrow the futuristic dystopia, which he did not. He's kind of dumb about that.

These are ultimately two books about tough guys, guys who never lose fights. I find such stories enjoyable. Oh well.

Really enjoyed reading these two books. They were page turners for me. Read them during vacation. Most of each during the long drives. On drive home I wrecked the car early on and J refused to let me drive the rest of the way. LOL! So I got to really sit back and enjoy this book on the way home. Wonderful way to stand a 9 hour or so drive (with traffic).

My drill instructor was shaped like Olive Oil but with red hair and freckles. Lots of ugly flirting with the male drill sergeants. Seemed really slutty. Lackland Air Force Base, Texas. Summertime. Basic Training. My boots didn't fit so great. Shortly before a big reviewing march where we had to salute and all this crap that we had spent a lot of time practicing for, Olive Oil asked all 40 or so of us if anyone had any blisters. Didn't ask if we didn't want to march or anything, just asked if anyone had blisters. Me and one other guy raised our hands. Result being that instead of doing this march, we were made to march twice as far to an infirmary along with two women who also had blisters. We had to march in step the whole way, just the 4 of us. We got there and whoever it was sneered at us and didn't even give me a bandaid which was all I had been hoping for in the first place. On the way back the other guy started pratically speed walking. The two finally complained they couldn't keep up. I asked him to slow down. He refused. Didn't give a shit that he was making things miserable for the two women. Finally let him speed off on his own. Stupid prick.

J says this is a valuable lesson. Don't tell your military superior that you have a blister. 25 years later I still don't get it. To me it's just some random banal example of the pointless stupidity all around me. I was thinking that I could probably, or someone could anyway, manage to write this into a pretty entertaining story. Maybe like Charles Bukowski or for some reason Faulkner comes to mind. I seem to be happier when I've got stories floating around in my head. Fiction ones anyway. Real stories I've never cared to writer. Thought it would a good exercise. But I couldn't be bothered to write it up correctly. Don't have the time anyway.

That Olive Oil drill instructor was stupid, and kind of disgusting. Looked like a sex addict too. Probably into anal orgies and crap. Ugh. Fucking stupid and loved getting to yell and scream and treat people like shit. And she found the perfect job.