Mr.Wonderful Writes:
You might ask, "Why if these icons of evolution are untrue, are they still being taught?" And like my buddy Rusty says, "Follow the money." Researcher's and schools must go with the (false) evolutionary flow or their cash flow is damned or dammed. And when a public school proposes to teach anything but the falsehoods of the Philosophy of Evolution they are threatened with lawsuits from the ACLU for preaching Creationism and injecting religion into the classroom. In other words, these evolutionary falsehoods are being taught because pure evil is involved. Miller-Urey? Irrelevant, because modern day scientist's realize Earth's atmosphere was never similar to the assumptions made in the experiment. Haeckel's Embryos: Faked drawings, sizes and time frames. Archaeopteryx: The first bird? Not so. Peppered Moths landing on pollution-blackened tree trunks: False. Darwin's Finches and their varying beak sizes? Irrelevant. Lab-created Four-Winged Fruit Flies: The second pair of wings never had the muscles to flap them! Virtually every ICON of EVOLUTION is bitch-slapped like David Gest at the hands of a alcohol-enraged Liza Minelli post-honeymoon beating. In my mind, this book proves that the "Theory of Evolution" is no more than a philosophy, a belief, a way of thinking. Evolution is armed with far less logic and verifiable scientific artifacts and wounded by immensely more uncertainty and doubt, than virtually any of us were taught in grade school or high school or even in college. Why anyone would chose to believe that Woman and Man were not created by a loving God, but instead, evolved from an accidental static electricity charge striking a globule of carbon-infused slime or the result of a balled-up and flicked-off bugger of some ancient astronaut visiting the primeval Earth, is beyond my comprehension.

Mr.Wonderful Writes:
I picked this novel up right after I had completed David Brin's "Kiln People", which was a 500 page monster that churned out such esoteric words they weren't even listed in my Webster's 60,000 word compact dictionary and I was forced to spring for a 115,000 word non-as-compact dictionary. I opened up Michael Chrichton's "Prey" and sniffed in erudite dismay as I scanned the larger font and the short, easily understandable sentences. I thought to myself, "This is certainly not a book I would have bought for myself. However, I have got to read it, because my dear son gave it to me as a Christmas gift." As I began reading, I discovered that the main character's wife changes in attitude mimicked my own wife's change in character (divorce is pending) and I marveled at the parallel. After I cleared those two hurtles, I found I couldn't put the damn book down. As a matter of fact, one night I over-shot my reading time by two unscheduled hours, which I paid for the next morning when my insane alarm began its buzzing at 4:15AM. This would be the kind of book that you would keep to read if you have a plane flight where, since you can't sleep anyway, you might as well be reading. This is not, I repeat not, a bedstand book to read before dropping off to dreamland.

Mr.Wonderful Writes:
I'll have to forgive author David Brin for writing the book that Kevin Kostner's "The Postman" movie was based on. This is a very intriguing book with an interesting concept of the human soul. Talk about trying to keep track of character's! the main character, Albert Morris, usually has two or three copies of himself running around the pages of this book. Even so, it's fairly easy to follow the action, demonstrated by the fact that I kept up even though I read the book three or four pages a night for weeks. It's definitely for the more learned and thoughtful person. Several times, your Mr.Wonderful had to stop and grab his pocket dictionary to research some words, only to find them not included in the abbreviated dictionary. But don't you be so quick to grab the Webster's when you first view unfamiliar nomenclature, because the author has cleverly invented several words that are entirely necessary for this novel set in the 23rd Century or so. This is a book I can highly recommend. I'm glad I bought it. I'm glad I read it.

Mr.Wonderful Writes:
This book was suggested by my only daughter, Ms. Wonderful. It was an easy read, although one that I would not have chosen to read. The reading starts getting easier around halfway through, although throughout the book, oftentimes it is difficult to follow what he's writing about. I suggest reading the "Preface to this Edition" even though the author suggests you don't. Definitely a different book, maybe along the lines of a foul mouthed 1990s version of "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Repair." It's so sad that the entire story rotates around the untimely death of his parents, and a few friends, but yet he expressly rebukes the comfort and hope religious beliefs, specifically the Christian religion, offers.

Mr.Wonderful Writes:
This book was suggested by the mysterious, 'Prayerguy' as a way for your Mr. Wonderful to stop shaking like a Chihuahua being sniffed by a Rottweiler, and to charge off into God's Army. As my reader's know, I'm pretty much coasting, enjoying the wonderful, but wearying life of a security guard working 56 hours every week. Our author, poor pastor Ortberg, tries so hard to be funny, but misses the mark in virtually every instance and that kind of stuff really wears on old MW. The book was a tough read for me, because so many of the chapters subjects I had already read about over and over (and discussed over and over with squads of $90 an hour counsellors - some seated behind one way unbreakable glass) and most of the references cited, being I've read over seventy-five books on changing human behavior, I had previously read. It would be a good book for a serious Christian, who unlike the beaten down, wearied, Mr. Wonderful, has the guts to consider stepping out of the boat, seemingly risking it all, to discover what God has put you on this planet to accomplish.

Mr.Wonderful Writes:
I snagged a used hardback copy of this classic children's book that might even be the same printing that I read in the 1950s. After I finished the book, I was pretty much convinced that I could build a rocket ship. Not too longer after, Crazy Brother Pat and I began launching our own model rockets over the cotton fields of then far western Phoenix.

Mr.Wonderful Writes:
The authors of this book interviewed the sixty four different professionals it takes to manufacture a movie: from the Head of Production to the Matte Painter, from the Caterer to the Theater Owner. It's quite a slog to work through its entire 529 pages, but once you hit that "Acknowledgments" page and clap this massive volume closed, you'll have some comprehension of the immense amount of labor it requires to slap together a 90 minute movie and have a feel of what each professional (union) craft person does. While watching the March 23rd, 2003 75th Annual Academy Awards you'll be able to amaze your friends by pointing out the difference between Art Direction and Cinematography.

Mr.Wonderful Writes:
Some of my books are a chore to finish, this one is a very easy and entertaining read. As a matter of fact during the chapters on Hemmingway, Mark Twain and Gore Vidal I laughed out loud. I learned a lot about famous writers, some of whom, in my ignorance, I knew little of prior. If you are an accomplished reader and have read most of these great author's you will enjoy this book even more than I did. Highly recommended.

Mr.Wonderful Writes:
Speaking of books being a chore to finish . . . This book is rather dry reading, but still interesting. Seems he had to dig quite a bit to come up with 'suitable' women scientists and towards the end of the book he begins a liberal rant and rave how women are excluded, blah, blah, blah. Any woman who wants to be a man and do what men do, has no idea what it is to be a man. Men, women, black, white, red, brown or yellow will get in life just as far as they want regardless of the obstacles. Mr. Greenstein, think "Helen Keller."

Mr.Wonderful Writes:
This was a tough slog. Months ago, I began reading it on assignment from my Christian counsellor. More like a text book than a pleasure book, and like a text book, I learned a lot. Some pages are almost entirely highlighted in pink. What Mr. Bridges convinced me of (other than he couldn't afford to commission an attractive cover for his work) is that God is 100% entirely in control of everything that happens in my life. And that is an awesome feeling.