Author: john wick

You know the rules. Open the cookie, read the fortune, and add “… in bed” at the end. Well, I decided to try it with some of my favorite philosophers, and here’s what I got…

“Victory goes to the player who makes the next-to-last mistake… in bed.”
– Chessmaster Savielly Grigorievitch Tartakower (1887-1956)

“Don’t be so humble – you are not that great… in bed.”
– Golda Meir (1898-1978) to a visiting diplomat

“People demand freedom of speech to make up for the freedom of thought which they avoid… in bed.”
– Soren Aabye Kierkegaard (1813-1855)

“I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have… in bed.”
– Thomas Jefferson (1743-1826)

“We have art to save ourselves from the truth… in bed.”
“Even the best must be overcome… in bed.”
“Surpass thyself even in thy neighbour… in bed.”
– Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)

“Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe… in bed.”
– H. G. Wells (1866-1946)

“Talent does what it can; genius does what it must… in bed.”
– Edward George Bulwer-Lytton (1803-1873)

“Facts are the enemy of truth… in bed.”
– Don Quixote – “Man of La Mancha”

“Be nice to people on your way up because you meet them on your way down… in bed.”
– Jimmy Durante

“The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good… in bed.”
– Samuel Johnson (1709-1784)

“Basically, I no longer work for anything but the sensation I have while working… in bed.”
– Albert Giacometti (sculptor)

“Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away… in bed.”
– Antoine de Saint Exupery

“Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is enemy action… in bed.”
– Auric Goldfinger, in “Goldfinger” by Ian L. Fleming (1908-1964)

“To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance… in bed.”
– Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)

“Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens… in bed.”
– Jimi Hendrix

“A clever man commits no minor blunders… in bed.”
– Goethe (1749-1832)

“Argue for your limitations, and sure enough they’re yours… in bed.”
– Richard Bach

“Rhythm and harmony find their way into the inward places of the soul… in bed.”
– Socrates (via Plato)

“Hence it is necessary for a prince wishing to hold his own to know how to do wrong, and to make use of it or not according to necessity… in bed.”
– Machiavelli

And, finally…

“A witty saying proves nothing… in bed.”
– Voltaire (1694-1778)

… both pardoned by Man and God.
Film at 11.

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There’s something auspicious about today, although I don’t know what it is. I can’t put my finger on it. Something has happened, will happen… I don’t know.

I woke up at 4:00 AM last night and couldn’t get back to sleep. I’ve been off-balance all day. Something is very wrong or very right. I’ll have to keep my eyes open, just in case.

Playing a character with an unusual background without seven other people’s approval? 0 MC.
Convincing a bunch of Brujah to give the Toreador who disrespected my Clanmates a dirty swirly? 0 MC.
A brand new Coterie operating as a well-honed machine, gaining status and boons without having to worry about the “old boy’s network” using the system that’s supposed to protect us to screw us because we have to “earn our fun”? 0 MC.
One night of incredible fun where my only “cap” was my own ability? 0 MC.

For players who have to rely on their sheet to succeed in their plans, there’s the Camarilla.
For the rest of us, there’s One World by Night.

(Marcus is so proud of his daughters…)

A – Age – Not a chance

B – Best Friend – Trekhead

C – Chore you hate – laundry

D – Dad’s name – Terrance Earl Wick

E – Essential items – The Hat

F – Favorite actor – Bobby D.

G – Gold or silver – Silver

H – Hometown – St. Paul, MN

I – Instruments you play – Drums

J – Job title – Writer

K – Kids – Don’t know

L – Living arrangements – 2 Bedroom with The Overtimer

M – Mom’s name – Renee Ann Wick

N – Number of people you’ve slept with. – Higher than the number I should list for “A.”

O – Overnight hospital stays – Lower than the number I should list for “N.”

P – Phobia – Not a chance.

Q – Quote you like – “There is nothing more dangerous than a man who thinks he knows what he’s doing.” – The Tao of Zen Nihilism

R – Religious affiliation – I’m an omnithiest. You can’t have too many messiahs.

S – Siblings – One brudder. Jason. My man.

T – Time you wake up? – 7 AM. Every day.

U – Unique habit – Spontaneous storytelling.

V – Vegetable you refuse to eat – None of the above.

W – Worst habit – Rum and Coca-Cola (sans the rum).

X – X-rays you’ve had – shoulder, foot, wrist, skull.

Y – Yummy food you make – Wicked Chicken.

Z – Zodiac Sign – Before the Gregorian calendar shift: Saggitarius; after the shift: Scorpio. A philosophical sex fiend. That’s me.

If we burn our wings
Flying too close to the sun
If the moment of glory
Is over before it’s begun
If the dream is won —
Though everything is lost
We will pay the price,
But we will not count the cost

When the dust has cleared
And victory denied
A summit too lofty
River a little too wide
If we keep our pride
Though paradise is lost
We will pay the price,
But we will not count the cost

And if the music stops
There’s only the sound of the rain
All the hope and glory,
All the sacrifice in vain
And if love remains
Though everything is lost
We will pay the price,
But we will not count the cost

(Lee, Lifeson, Peart)

It’s my uncle Darrell’s fault. He doesn’t even know it. He was living in my grandparent’s attic, and I was visiting. He had a record collection. It was St. Paul, the winter had frozen the whole world. I was ten years old.

He wasn’t home. Nobody was home. I was staying with my grandparents and they were all out doing something – I honestly don’t remember. But, I was there, watching Star Trek, waiting for Doctor Who to come on. It was an episode I’d seen before, and not a particularly good one, so I went upstairs into the attic and poked around.

At the foot of his bed was his record collection. I took a look through it quickly, pausing on the Molly Hatchet albums (they had Frank Frazetta covers) and the Meat Loaf album (with that really cool motorcycle busting out of the earth and the guy screaming for the sky). One album I hadn’t seen before. It had a big red star on it and the letters 2112. I opened the gatefold, took a peek inside.

And it was a story. A huge story that spanned the entire album. A sci-fi story. I had to hear this. So, I carefully slid the album out of the cover, put it on the turntable and took a listen.

The cacophony of sound that met me hit me on my ass. There was so much going on. I’d seen bands play before (one of my other uncles was in a band) and these guys were playing so fast, so well, so intricately. The lyrics caught my breath and didn’t let go. I was hooked. Right then and there.

I’ve been a Rush fan since 1979. I’ve seen them on every tour since 1984. And I just bought the RUSH IN RIO CD.

Rush fans, far and near, hear me now. Even those who doubt the veracity of the Power of Rush, you must hear me, as well.

This is, without a doubt, the best album of their career. Live or studio.

As Neil Peart writes in the liner notes, they expected the typical audience. Twelve to thirteen thousand. Maybe fourteen tops.

What they got was sixty thousand people banging down the door, ready to party. The crowd sings along with every song. They chant during the instrumentals. They know every note, every beat, every chord. This is sixty thousand people who have waited a long time to see their favorite band… and they are having the time of their lives. And, of course, the audience brings out the band, and the band reaches out to the audience, and the audience embraces them and the whole thing is magic. Magic.

Yes, the band cannot keep up with their younger selves on the older songs, but it doesn’t matter. None of it matters. This is a band having fun with their fans and the fans sending all their love and energy at the band.

Imagine, for a moment, sixty thousand people in one place, with only one goal in mind. Imagine that for a moment. Standing in that crowd of several thousand people, with hearts and minds and feet and voices all set in a single direction.

That is the magic of this CD. A moment of pure human power. The power of love. A band who loves to play, fans who love the music, and people who let go of their lives and just live.

Rush was the first band I ever really listened to, the first band that taught me music could be more than just “Yeah yeah yeah.” Sure, they’ve got epic sci-fi ballads, and sure, they can load their songs with awkward lyrical phrasing, but if anything else, RUSH IN RIO shows a mature trio of musicians who are surrounded with fans who love them and their music. And the boys just shrug, smile, and have fun.

www.rushinrio.com
www.rush.com

An ill wind comes arising
Across the cities of the plain
There’s no swimming in the heavy water
No singing in the acid rain
Red alert
Red alert

It’s so hard to stay together
Passing through revolving doors
We need someone to talk to
And someone to sweep the floors
Incomplete
Incomplete

The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do?
You sometimes drive me crazy
But I worry about you

I know it makes no difference
To what you’re going through
But I see the tip of the iceberg
And I worry about you…

Cruising under your radar
Watching from satellites
Take a page from the red book
Keep them in your sights
Red alert
Red alert

Left and rights of passage
Black and whites of youth
Who can face the knowledge
That the truth is not the truth?
Obsolete
Absolute

The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do?
You sometimes drive me crazy
But I worry about you

I know it makes no difference
To what you’re going through
But I see the tip of the iceberg
And I worry about you

The world weighs on my shoulders
But what am I to do?
You sometimes drive me crazy
But I worry about you

I know it makes no difference
To what you’re going through
But I see the tip of the iceberg
And I worry about you

Absalom
Absalom
Absalom

(Music by Lee and Lifeson, Lyrics by Peart)

Okay… so Trekhead won’t be here for the Cthulhu game or Scorpion Coup: Part 3, which means I have a choice.

I can run Cthulhu on Sunday. At noon. So everybody has a chance to go home on time. Or, I can wait.

I’m seriously leaning toward Sunday at noon. Let me know what you think.