Okay, nothing’s finalized just yet. I haven’t been offered a salary or anything. But, when the CEO says, “We’ve definately got a place for you here in our company,” I’ve got to shout to the heavens… I’VE GOT THE JOB!!! And, it’ll be a writing job. Not a marketing job, not a technical writing job.…

How evil are you? He don’t know me very well. Do he? (Or, maybe it was Good John who took the quiz? Nah. Bad John would have answered them the same way. So, how did I come out so good? Guess that “Honest Scorpion” stuff really did mean something…)

Dirt in the Ground (Tom Waits/K. Brennan) What does it matter, a dream of love Or a dream of lies We’re all gonna be in the same place When we die Your spirit don’t leave knowing Your face or your name And the wind through your bones Is all that remains And we’re all gonna…

I object! There is no Libertarian result! (Stupid test. Lump me into someone else’s group. Probably run by the Conspiracy to get me to “think inside the box.” Well, fuck them!. I’m not a Conservative, I’m not a Liberal, I’m not a Moderate. I don’t believe in politics. I just believe in me. Liberal Where…

So, I got to play Marcus. It was interesting, because E. was there, and like she said, “Me and Marcus go way back.” She also asked how my wife was doing. I held up my left hand and said, “I don’t know.” That was followed by a very awkward and genuine moment. Not like the…

I’m wearing my Miskatonic University graduation ring. I picked it up at Gen-Con a few years ago, just as a joke. My Cam character — William Walker — has his father’s “orikalchum ring.” Actually, it’s a generational ring, delivered to the first Lord Strange, all the way down to poor William Walker — the Last…

I’m running a Vampire table-top game tonight. Listening to music for inspiration. Got an idea, but I need to sort it out. Once again, the cat-gargling muse, comes on the iTunes and shows me the way… House Where Nobody Lives (Tom Waits and Kathleen Brennan) There’s a house on my block That’s abandoned and cold…

I shaved my beard this morning. Well, let’s be honest, it wasn’t really a beard. Just a moustache and little goatee. Clean-shaved again. Wow. Different. New. Look at my face in the mirror, see my chin and my lips. My face is so different without it. Funny, that. I could have said, “My face looks…

Um… there’s this… I mean… I… all I can say is… “It’s my desire!” http://electric6.com/multimedia/video/dhv_hires.mov

It’s been a while. A long while. But, there I am, with my new buddy Shane, drink in hand, in the Viper Room. Just outside the door, that’s where River Phoenix died. Right on the cement. Johnny Depp owns this place. Nobody around me has any sense of that. Or, maybe they do. Maybe ghosts…