Friday, May 22, 2026

Treachery And Treason, There's Always An Excuse For It

The Mystery of the Moaning Cave

Review: The Mystery of the Moaning Cave 

The Mystery of the Moaning Cave by William Arden
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This one was one of my favorite Three Investigators books when I was younger. According to the Nook, the copy I have is only 99 pages, so it should go pretty quickly.

I'm going to read this one all the way through on the Teal Nook GlowLight 4. Which, honestly, I kind of hate so far. The device, not the book. I'll write about that elsewhere.

As for the story, it is enjoyable and pretty fast paced. If you pay attention to the details, it's pretty easy to figure out who the villain of the piece is pretty early on, but for a kid-aimed mystery, I enjoyed it again...Thirty years later.

I'm pretty sure I read this one in one sitting when I was about ten, and I read it again in ~2 hours this evening.

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Thursday, May 21, 2026

And I'll Throw The Book At You

I started reading a Three Investigators book, The Mystery of the Moaning Cave this evening for the first time since something like '93. I read it in one day, while I was home sick from school and I remember really enjoying the book. I'm pretty sure we had two copies, and the cover had come off of one, so the sheaf of pages was just flapping around freely.

I miss those books.

Anyway, I decided today to read it on the Nook GlowLight 4 that I picked up recently.  Yeah, I'm not a huge fan of it. 32GB of storage? Sure, but you can only use  5GB for side-loaded content. Which is about all I use these things for. The rest of it is kind of stupid. I don't like that the cover doesn't display on the screen when it's sleeping.

Also, literally every time I've gone to use it...It's been dead. I haven't picked up my Kindle since something like February, but I can probably go turn it on now and it's just fine to use. This thing? Nopers. I fully charged it today, and I'm going to try to use it until the battery dies. Just to see. Probably a few days. 

Tuesday, May 19, 2026

I Can Feel It Coming In The Air Tonight

A Parade of Horribles

 Review: A Parade of Horribles

A Parade of Horribles by Matt Dinniman
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I figured that topping Faction Wars wouldn't be easy. I feel like each book in this series so far very much overshadows the previous book, and this one is no different. The racing was handled...Very chaotically. Anything else would have probably been the wrong way to go, and it was definitely the way to go. I love how this time around almost all of the NPCs got to shine. Not just for a page or two here or a page or two there, nope. When it was their turn, they took it.

The audiobook version of Chapter 57? Needs to be a standalone download for all to experience. No doubt about that.

The AI near the end? Perfection.

The ending? I must say...I didn't see that ending coming. But could anyone have predicted that?

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Tuesday, May 12, 2026

I'll Wait For You

Surviving is winning. Everything else is bullshit. - The Sledge

Monday, May 11, 2026

I Saw A Werewolf With A Chinese Menu In His Hand

A Parade Of Horribles is being released tomorrow. I wonder how early/late it will be available.

I haven't been this interested in a book release since Wolves of the Calla back in...What? 2003? Bought that on release day and read it from cover to cover in one day. 

Sunday, May 10, 2026

Turn On, I See Red

MOG. I have a 4th generation iPod photo that just got a new battery. It went from around 20 minutes of "un-tethered" play time to...Let me check...14 hours, 9 minutes. Yeah, I'm calling that a win. 

Saturday, May 9, 2026

What Is The Half-Life Of A Color TV?

Tiny Lens, Big Chaos: Using the 7Artisans 18mm f/6.3 on a Sony A6000

There are camera lenses designed by engineers in spotless laboratories with charts, graphs, and promises of “edge-to-edge sharpness.”

Then there is the 7Artisans 18mm f/6.3.

A lens that looks like someone accidentally glued a body cap to the front of a Sony A6000 and said, “Yeah, this should work.”

And somehow… it absolutely does.

The first thing you notice after mounting this microscopic pancake lens is how ridiculous the camera suddenly looks. The Sony A6000 transforms from “serious enthusiast camera” into “mysterious thrift store object from 1978.”

I love it immediately.

The Joy of Photographing Like It’s 1956

This lens has no autofocus. No image stabilization. No electronic contacts. No communication with the camera whatsoever. The camera basically reacts to this lens the same way a cat reacts to a cucumber.

To even take photos, you have to enable “Release shutter without lens” because the Sony assumes you forgot to attach one.

And honestly? Fair enough.

Using the 7Artisans feels less like photography and more like participating in a historical reenactment. Every shot becomes an adventure in approximation and optimism.

Direct Sunlight: The True Final Boss

Now let’s talk about the Sony A6000 screen and electronic viewfinder in direct sunlight.

Or rather, let’s talk about how both become completely useless the second the sun comes out.

Trying to compose shots outside feels like staring directly into a microwave door while guessing where your subject might be. The rear screen washes out instantly, and the EVF somehow manages to alternate between “barely visible” and “tiny glowing postage stamp.”

The attached flower photos are a perfect example of this experience.

In the first shot, I was approximately 83% sure the flowers were actually in frame.

In the second shot, I moved closer mostly because I gave up pretending I could see anything at all.



 

And yet somehow, despite shooting half-blind in full sunlight, the images came out with this dreamy, hazy, weirdly charming look that makes me forgive the entire experience. The soft edges, the glow, the slightly unpredictable rendering — it all feels less like modern digital photography and more like finding undeveloped film in an attic.

A Lens With Personality Disorders

Technically speaking, this lens is not good.

And I mean that affectionately.

Sharpness? Sometimes.
Contrast? Optional.
Flare resistance? Absolutely not.
Consistency? That’s adorable.

But the thing is, modern lenses are often so clinically perfect that they become boring. The 7Artisans 18mm feels alive. Every image has a little bit of chaos baked into it.

The flower shots especially show what this lens does best: bright colors, soft rendering, and a slightly vintage glow that makes everything feel nostalgic for absolutely no reason.

The Part That Both Amuses and Irritates Me

What really pushes this setup into full “mad scientist photography project” territory is the fact that I’m now realizing I probably need to carry a light meter.

A real one.

Because apparently I’ve decided that using this lens and my old Exakta lenses should involve as much unnecessary effort as possible.

There is something deeply funny about attaching vintage manual lenses to a digital mirrorless camera that contains more computing power than NASA had during the moon landing… only to stand in a field squinting at a handheld light meter like a newspaper photographer from 1963.

Am I annoyed by this? Absolutely.

Am I also weirdly entertained by it? Unfortunately, yes.

At this point, photography has become less about convenience and more about seeing how much nonsense I’m willing to tolerate in exchange for “character.”

Final Thoughts

The 7Artisans 18mm f/6.3 is objectively impractical in many ways.

But it is also one of the most entertaining lenses I’ve used in a long time.

It turns the Sony A6000 into a tiny experimental art machine. Every photo feels slightly accidental. Every outing feels unpredictable. And every successful image feels earned through a combination of stubbornness, luck, and sunlight-induced blindness.

Would I recommend it to everyone?

Absolutely not.

Would I keep using it anyway while muttering sarcastic complaints under my breath?

Without question.


Friday, May 8, 2026

You Might As Well Be Walking On The Sun

It annoys me that the best lenses for my Sony Mirrorless camera are manual lenses. Not that the lenses themselves are annoying, they are fun. It's the fact that the viewfinder is a video, rather than through the lens.

I'm literally going to have to rely on a light meter because the viewfinder and screen are so hard to use in the sun:










 

Tuesday, May 5, 2026

Senorita With Her Eyes On Fire

One of my co-workers has decided that I’m 85% Mexican, so with that in mind here is what I’ve learned about Cinco de Mayo.

First of all, Cinco de Mayo is not Mexican Independence Day. Apparently that’s the cultural equivalent of thinking Taco Bell is authentic cuisine because it came with Diablo sauce packets and regret. Mexican Independence Day is actually September 16th, while Cinco de Mayo celebrates the Mexican victory over the French at the Battle of Puebla in 1862. Which, honestly, sounds like the kind of underdog story Americans should have turned into a movie starring either Chris Pratt or Danny Trejo by now.

This revelation alone has made me question every grocery store sombrero display I’ve ever seen.

See, growing up in the Midwest, Cinco de Mayo was explained to me as “Mexican St. Patrick’s Day,” which I accepted without hesitation because public schools in the 1990s were basically powered by laminated maps and vibes. Every year restaurants would suddenly hang colorful banners, stores would stock industrial quantities of tortilla chips, and somebody’s dad would wear a poncho he bought during the first Bush administration.

Now that I actually know a little more about it, the whole thing feels wonderfully chaotic. In Mexico, the holiday is mostly celebrated in Puebla, where the battle happened. In America, meanwhile, we turned it into a nationwide festival centered around tacos the size of hubcaps and margaritas that glow an unnatural shade of green. Somewhere along the way we collectively said, “You know what this historical military victory needs? Karaoke and queso dip.”

And honestly? Respect.

I’ve also learned that if you mention Cinco de Mayo around certain people, there’s a 75% chance they’ll suddenly become amateur historians. Someone who couldn’t identify France on a map yesterday will immediately launch into a TED Talk about Napoleon III. They’ll be standing there in a sleeveless Corona tank top saying things like, “Well actually, it symbolized resistance against European imperialism,” while holding a plastic cup containing what appears to be antifreeze and tequila.

Then there’s the food discourse. Every Cinco de Mayo somebody starts gatekeeping tacos like they’re protecting classified government secrets.

“Those aren’t real tacos.”

Listen. I’m from Indiana. If you hand me meat in a folded tortilla, I’m not calling the authenticity police. I’m eating it. We have entire counties here where “spicy” means black pepper. Lower your expectations.

But my favorite part of this whole experience is how my co-worker arrived at the conclusion that I’m “85% Mexican” in the first place. Not because of ancestry or cultural background, but because I apparently:

  • eat alarming amounts of microwave burritos
  • enjoy spicy chocolate cookies
  • redacted 
  • prefer Mexican coffee

Which, to be fair, is compelling evidence.

At this point I’m just leaning into it. I’ve accepted that every office needs a guy who gets way too excited about street corn and owns three different hot sauces labeled “EXTREME.” If that’s my role in society, so be it.

So this Drinko Cinco de Mayo, maybe take a second to appreciate the actual history behind the holiday. Then immediately ruin that educational moment by consuming an irresponsible amount of chips and salsa like the rest of us.

That, I believe, is what cultural exchange is all about.

Monday, May 4, 2026

Don't Believe Me If I Tell You

I didn't know that Def Leppard did a cover of Don't Believe A Word. Which is hilarious, considering I own the album the song is on.