For some odd reason, Petula Clark's Don't Sleep in the Subway reminds me of rain. Something tender. I had this dream about Malissa. I thought that she was done with. I thought that I had completely finished all things about her in my mind and in my heart. But apparently not. Apparently, in the dream,…
MySpace Hotties
I came across the MySpace page of some relatively attractive girl. I'm sure she is fond of getting attention. No MySpace page would be complete without photos, and those she has in abundance. Many of them are of her in some sort of revealing top, exposing her cleavage and whatnot. Without fail, these are the…
Reclusiveness
As Penn and Teller once explained, jugglers start as socially aware children who go outside and learn juggling with other children; magicians are misfits who stay in the house and teach themselves magic tricks out of spite. I'm sure we all can see which one I am. I find myself sinking back into bitterness. I…
Well, I finally got the Red Ring of Death
That's right, it finally happened. It was bound to happen. I was done wrapping up all the writing I had to do today and was about to plop down for a little fun: stealing cars for Stevie, choosing my next hate crime victim (don't worry, I've killed everyone from blacks to whites to blondes to…
The Psychic Pickpocket
I've finally gotten around to documenting my own trick, called The Psychic Pickpocket. Perhaps it's been done before, or there are variants, but I haven't seen them. However, my experience is rather limited, so I wouldn't be surprised if this was already done. I'm just satisfied with myself that this is an original trick. Effect…
