The hardware store a few blocks away has had that on its sign for the past month or so. Usually in the past, the messages have been charming and cheerful, but now: stop door kick-ins. There's been a lot of talk about crime in Atlanta in the past six-eight months, but as far as I know, there hasn't been much near me (though that may just be because I don't talk to people a whole lot). Perhaps there's a rash of door kick-ins going on.
Read the message a bit closer: it seems to be aimed at people who have suffered several door kick-ins already. You've had your door kicked in three times -- don't let it happen a fourth time. If I'd been through that, then sure, I'd probably be ready for the Strikemaster II (I guess if you haven't had any, then you just get the Strikemaster I). Or I'd move.
It strikes (har) me that by writing this, I'm as good as advertising to any miscreants that I don't have the Strikemaster II. And that's right -- I don't. I have the Strikemaster III. Kick my door and your foot explodes.
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#41 -- "The Mind-Murders" by Janwillem van de Wetering
#42 -- "Labyrinths" by Jose Luis Borges
Van de Wetering will get something of a break after this -- I think it's surpassed my Lawrence Block rediscovery of last year. I don't think I ever read this one before either, and this may be the point where the series starts getting more off-kilter. It's pretty uneven and has a rather brutal and out-of-character bit to it, but it's the most interesting of the novels so far.
I hadn't read Borges since college, I believe, and this was pretty fun -- his blending of reality and fantasy is effective enough that even knowing better, some of the references sent me to the internet to see if they were real. It's easy to see now, in retrospect, just how much he influenced Grant Morrison, for one.