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In addition to its aesthetic appeal, the TGP finish reinforces the inherent mechanical strength of 316/316L stainless steel while providing dimensional accuracy that exceeds most other finishes. This unique combination of attributes makes TGP 316/316L particularly suitable for applications where surface integrity has a direct impact on performance and safety. Its excellent resistance to chemical and environmental degradation ensures reliable use in critical industries, including food processing, marine engineering, and other demanding sectors.

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TGP 316/316L stainless steel is distinguished by its superior resistance to pitting and crevice corrosion, especially in environments with frequent exposure to chlorides and acidic conditions. The low carbon content of 316L reduces the likelihood of carbide precipitation, enhancing weld quality and prolonging the material’s service life. The TGP finish not only provides an appealing, reflective surface but also lowers friction, which is crucial for precision components such as linear bearings, drive shafts, and high-speed mechanical assemblies. According to AZo Materials, these features are particularly valuable in demanding manufacturing settings. This combination of strength, corrosion resistance, and smooth surface performance ensures reliable operation in challenging conditions, making it a preferred choice for engineers seeking both durability and efficiency.

I'm determined to keep an open book—pun intended—when it comes to discovering new authors and their work. In the past, there lurked a demon within me that compelled me to judge a book by its cover or title before even glancing at the blurb. A nasty, unnecessary habit that I’m trying to shake. There's an undeniable charm in the hand-drawn and hand-painted covers of yesteryears, a soulfulness that the sleek, polished designs of today—often crafted by computer algorithms—just can’t replicate. Because of this penchant for aesthetics, I almost let Nick Medina’s The Whistler slip through the cracks while browsing for upcoming titles, dismissing it due to its generic cover. But luckily, I paused and delved into the blurb, which intrigued me enough to pick it up. Little did I know, I was getting both a prequel and a sequel to his previous work, Indian Burial Ground, ^[*] which has now shot to the top of my reading list.

The story revolves around Henry Hotard, a man on the brink of fame, known for his spooky ghost-hunting videos. He seemed to be on the cusp of something extraordinary—until everything came crashing down. Now, confined to a wheelchair in the very reservation where he grew up, he's learning to navigate life anew, depending on his grandparents for care as he recuperates. But there's more than just physical recovery at play; he’s haunted, quite literally. His girlfriend, Jade, tries to be understanding, attributing the eerie happenings to his traumatized psyche adjusting to his new reality as a quadriplegic. Yet Henry knows the truth; the specter stalking him grows bolder with each passing night, compelling him to confront the harrowing events that led him to this point. Somewhere along the way, it all began with a whistle in the darkness….

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The Sunday Post, Issue #281

The Editorial

Last night, I experienced the kind of sleep that dreams are made of—a deep, delicious slumber that whisked me away before the clock struck 7:00 PM. Now, before you jump to conclusions, let me assure you: this is not an aging issue; I was just utterly spent after a whirlwind of a week. My mother is back from the hospital, thank goodness, and her new medications seem to be coming through—fingers crossed she’s on the mend. It’s her heart that’s playing the villain in this ongoing saga. You could say it runs in the family; my grandfather tragically departed just shy of his 55th birthday. I vividly remember that fateful June day. I was a couple of months away from thirteen, and I had dropped by early to spend the day with my grandmother, lost in the world of movies inside their cozy new house trailer out in the country. 

That day started like any other until my grandfather grabbed his lunchbox, walked outside to his truck, and waved goodbye. That wave was the last connection we ever had. Less than an hour later, we received a call from his boss: “He’s not breathing.” My heart dropped. An ambulance was called, and I felt the beginnings of a heartache so profound I couldn’t fathom it. My grandmother instantly spiraled into one of her "mental spells" upon hearing the news. I was just a shy twelve-year-old introvert, unable to cope with the chaos around me. I had to muster the courage to reach out to a now-former uncle, who broke the news to my aunt. Little white lies were my only ammunition in preserving some semblance of calm. When my aunt arrived, she stepped in with the commanding presence of someone who had to take charge of a situation that was far too overwhelming for me.

To all the Western aficionados out there, I’m excited to share my thoughts on "The Gamblers: Texas Bluff," a notable work published in 2008 by Harper and written by the late, great Robert J. Randisi (1951 - 2024), fondly remembered as J.R. Roberts—the brilliant mind behind the beloved "The Gunsmith" series. This volume is the third, and if my memory serves me right, the concluding entry in "The Gamblers" saga. I began this tale without the framework of its preceding books, but let’s see how it unfurls as a standalone adventure.

The premise is intriguingly simple: our protagonist, Ty Butler, has faced the unthinkable—his family brutally murdered, with the shadows of their killers creeping ever closer. Imagine him as a modern-day gambler with a heart full of grief and a flair for high-stakes card games, evoking memories of James Garner’s charming, roguish character from Maverick.

Welcome to the Book Blogger Hop!

This Week's Prompt:

Are there any books that are considered terrible, but you love?

My Answer:

Now, we all have our opinions when it comes to books—likes, dislikes, and everything in between—and I'm sure there are titles I've cherished that others might throw in the "never again" pile. I can think of a few James Patterson novels that I enjoyed, even though some readers weren't shy about voicing their disdain. It’s almost as if there’s a secret competition among readers to see who can dislike a book more. I remember last year when I penned a less-than-flattering review of Blood Sugar. One reader took it upon themselves to call me out, claiming my critique was overly harsh. Well, as the saying goes, opinions are like a**holes; everyone has one, and yes, they can all be a bit stinky sometimes.

So here we are, navigating the unpredictable landscape of literature, where each story sparks a different reaction. Perhaps that’s what makes the world of reading so fascinating—your next favorite book could be just around the corner, or it might just end up being a total dud. Either way, I'm ready for my next read and see where it takes me

〜B.J. Burgess

Good morning, my fellow book enthusiasts! 

It's been a long, hectic week with my mother back in the hospital again, and I find myself worrying myself into a frenzy. My 44th birthday came and went on the 7th, as I mentioned in my last Sunday Post. Honestly, it felt like just another day—nothing to celebrate when your mind is clouded with concern. But then, out of nowhere, a surprise arrived in the form of two belated birthday gifts from a friend. They were books from my Amazon wish list, and let me tell you, they couldn't have come at a better time.

'The Friday 56' is hosted by My Head is Full of Books.

One of the gifts I received is The Girl on the Porch by Richard Chizmar, the brilliant mind behind Cemetery Dance Publications and co-author of the acclaimed Gwendy Trilogy alongside Stephen King—talk about impressive credentials! I have to admit, I don't have a clue what the actual plot of this novella is yet, but the ominous title and the crime scene tape on the cover aren't exactly sending warm and fuzzy vibes my way. I mean, a girl found on a porch. It can't be the start of a cozy mystery, can it?

“A picture is worth a thousand nightmares.” That haunting sentiment danced through my mind as I turned my gaze to Kosoko Jackson’s latest offering, The Macabre, freshly released by Harper Voyager. Seriously, snag a copy, ^[*] and prepare yourself for a ride! The cover—oh, the cover!—boasts a disturbingly beautiful painting that harkens back to the chilling aesthetics of Rob Sterling’s Night Gallery. At least, that’s what it conjured in my warped imagination.

Let me paint you a picture of the plot: enter Lewis Dixon, a struggling painter whose life takes an unexpected turn when the British Museum suddenly shows a peculiar interest in his art. Now, Lewis always sensed something potent lurking beneath his brush strokes. An unsettling pull that leads him to create a haunting reinterpretation of one of his great-grandfather's ten paintings from over a century ago. His modern twist? Surreal and dripping with a hint of horror, of course.

When Lewis accepts the museum's invitation, he discovers it’s not an exhibition he’s stepping into, but a bizarre trial to see if he possesses the uncanny magic to step into the paintings—and more crucially, if he has the resolve to escape them. Little does he know that those ten paintings come with a double-edged sword: immense eldritch power and a curse that could rival any nightmare. They may hold the key to being the most coveted artworks in existence.

Why do moviegoers flock to overpriced theaters to endure yet another lazy, plot-ridden dinosaur flick? It appears I’ve inadvertently provided my own answer—dinosaurs. Not the majestic, real dinosaurs of yore; those are long extinct and confined to the annals of history. What we have now is a parade of CGI monstrosities, rendered with the slickness of modern technology, but lacking the soul of artistic creativity. Yes, running to the big screen to witness that sounds utterly thrilling—at least, that’s the sound of my dripping sarcasm.

Personally, I find scant interest in the latest installment of the Jurassic franchise. Oh, forgive me for the slight oversight—it seems it has been rebranded as Jurassic World. Clever move, really—renaming a franchise is like putting a fresh coat of paint on an old, forgotten barn; it might look shiny, but it’s still just a rotting structure. The studio heads are milking every last dime from moviegoers' pockets for yet another mindless, clichéd popcorn flick, leaving our wallets decidedly lighter.

Now, let's pivot to the main event: Jurassic World Rebirth, the seventh entry in a franchise that arguably should have stopped at the original 1993 film. Remember when Spielberg opted against Michael Crichton’s original grim ending, opting instead to let the dino-games continue? True, Crichton’s The Lost World offered a second island, but considering how the cinematic industry has gone, it’s astounding it took them this long to exploit the franchise further.

I have a love-hate relationship with fictional series that continue long after the author's death. It's a contentious issue in the literary community—it sparks debates, deliberations, and, at times, outright fury. Whether the extension of a beloved series was part of the author's grand design or a last-minute decision made by their estate or publisher, fans react with passion. Personally, I fall into the camp that doesn’t mind as long as the new author or authors are given proper credit on the cover and it's not, cough, cough, ghostwritten. In my eyes, the utmost priority is that the story is well-crafted. Different writers have their own narratives and styles, but I want to see these new authors treat the source material with respect rather than mimicry.

Take, for example, the late Clive Cussler (1931-2020). His novels have continued to thrill fans even after his passing. And you know what? The new authors get their due credit right on the cover—although let’s be real, Clive’s name still dominates the page like a ship's captain who refuses to be overshadowed. The latest installment is The Iron Storm, written by Jack Du Brul, marking the 15th adventure in the Isaac Bell series that kicked off in 2007 with The Chase. It follows the relentless, no-nonsense private investigator Isaac Bell, who prowls the streets of early 20th-century America like a sleek cat on the hunt.