Author: John Wick


  • I was just on the Way of the Master show. I was on for about fifteen minutes before they ran out of time. (a buddy tells me they didn’t run out time but “got scared.” I like to give people the benefit of the doubt.) I’ll post a link as soon as they put one…

  • So, I was on Unchained Radio last night. Pastor Gene Cook lives in San Diego. He’s a reformed Baptist. (I think that’s right.) Someone put up a link to one of his shows and I took a listen. Pastor Gene was making a few claims that made me laugh, so I had to call in…

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  • Phone Number

    is looking for my phone number. It is 310-621-3308. Call me!

  • Okay, I know it’s still April, and I know how fishy this sounds, but bear with me. I’m gonna be on The Way of the Master radio program. No joke. I mean it! Stop laughing! They came on a forum I populate and regularly comment on and were looking for “educated guests.” Well, I guess…

  • Big Trouble in Little China The Big Lebowski Twelve Monkeys Fight Club Confessions of a Dangerous Mind The Sting Conan: The Barbarian A Fistful of Dollars and Yojimbo This is Spinal Tap Mulholland Drive __ Other than BTiLC being The Best Movie Ever Made, the rest are in no particular order; the measure of their…

  • Here’s where he said it. Of course, you remember the last guy he said that to, don’t you? And you remember what happened to him… __ Meanwhile, it cost me over $30 to fill my gas tank yesterday. Wanna know why? Because we have to buy oil from Iran and Iran just let us know…

  • It’s the smell of her hair. I remember lying down, holding her. It washed over me then, the sweet perfume. I had forgotten it. Surrounded by the faeries she reveres, I held her, wrapping my arms around her. She put her hands on my hands. “You’re so warm,” she whispered. “My own blanket.” And that’s…

  • Jammin’!

    Last night, and I rented a space and jammed. Him on guitar, me on drums. Two hours later, my shoulders, wrists and legs are aching and sore, I have blisters on my fingers, and I discover that playing the skins really is like riding a bike. I’m still rusty and my fills are pretty sloppy,…