Just finished it, and I have a spoiler here:
The battle against the striders near the end is a lot easier once you realize that you can barrel-ass into the hunters with your car and it hurts them lots.
Now you know.
I got my water analyzed by Ward Labs, to see what I’m dealing with when I try all-grain brewing again. Not surprisingly, given the amount of minerals encrusted on the fixtures, it’s incredibly hard, but I am surprised that the carbonate content is low.
It’s actually not a bad approximation of Dublin’s water. Stout anyone?
The tale of the tape below the break.
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…so I will take the easy route and share this line from Andrew Olmsted’s posthumous letter, which I wish I hadn’t gotten to read:
But all the tears in the world aren’t going to bring me back, so I would prefer that people remember the good things about me rather than mourning my loss. (If it turns out a specific number of tears will, in fact, bring me back to life, then by all means, break out the onions.)
I didn’t know Andrew personally, but I enjoyed his writing, and am sad he’s gone.