Dear Mentalists

Sometimes it seems like mentalists are the saddest kind of magicians. Oh, I know they'll tell you they're not magicians at all, and that is, in fact, one of the outward expressions of their sadness. "I'm not a magician, I'm a mentalist." Mmhmmm. If someone said, "I'm not a musician, I'm a tuba player!" You'd think, Oh, here is someone with wildly low self-esteem and a need to differentiate himself to make himself feel special. Or you'd think, Does this idiot not know that one of these things is a subset of the other?

"Mentalism is different than magic," they'll say, "because people often believe that it's real." And that's true enough, but are you really trying to define yourself and your work by the most ignorant members of your audience? That seems like a bizarre artistic approach. You'll often hear them brag, "This woman came up to me after the show and asked me if I could contact her grandmother in the spirit world." They say this like it reflects well on their performance. But if you look at something like acting, it is usually the people on soap operas whose fans approach them in real life as if they are the characters they play. Susan Lucci deals with this much more often than Daniel Day-Lewis. And this isn't because soap opera actors are our best actors. It's because of the demographic that is drawn to soap operas -- a demographic that confuses fiction with reality. What I'm saying is, if you have a lot of people who watch your show and then come up to you after to ask you where to find their aunt's missing ring, you likely have a show that appeals to dumb people.

More than any other area of the Magic Cafe, the mentalist section (Penny For Your Thoughts) is filled with people who want their audiences to believe they have real powers. And not just in the moment of the performance, but they want people to think they have real powers in real life. There are even members who claim that they really do have some kind of supernatural gift. I don't think they have any concept of how sad they appear to everyone else there. These people tend to be the most awkward and alienating on that message board. Why would you think adopting that posture would come off any differently in real life?

This need to be seen as real has affected the methods used in mentalism as well. It's a lot easier to delude yourself into believing you have some special power when you're not using a peek wallet. So there's been a big move towards propless mentalism. 95% of this is grade-A cat-shit. They confuse removing the props with removing the process.

Speaking of the word process, one of my friends told me once that she didn't eat any sugar. Later I saw her putting honey on something. I asked her why she would eat honey when she wouldn't eat sugar.

"Honey is natural," she said. "Sugar is processed."

"Honey is processed too," I said.

"Uhm, no it isn't."

"Of course it is," I said. "It's processed by bees. What difference does it make what species is doing the processing?"

This was a sad and disturbing notion for my animal loving friend.

Mentalists suffer from the same blind spot: they forget about the fucking bees. You don't just get the honey. Something has to make it. Something has to make an effect as well. You can't just concentrate on what the effect doesn't require (i.e., "no props"), and ignore the fact that sometimes by stripping the props you make the method a hot mess.

Derren Brown wrote in his early books about "invisible compromise," a concept that clearly was misunderstood by many mentalists. (Although what can you expect from a group that has spent 10+ years confusing his presentations for his methods?) Invisible is not the same thing as intangible. Yes, it's great if things don't have to be written down; if you can get rid of billets, and center tears, and peeks. But if you replace the writing down of information (a one-step physical process) with a 10-step mental process, that's a step backwards and hardly "invisible."

"I can tell someone their birthday without them writing anything down!" Right, and they only have to do a fucking trigonometry problem in their head to accomplish this. For anyone who actually performs for people (and isn't just creating methods to appeal to other performers) it is painfully obvious that, if anything, these mental processes are often more restrictive and invasive than the physical ones. I can think of a dozen different contexts that would be interesting to an audience to reveal a PIN number that I've peeked. But if you have to go through a long, dull mental process to figure out the number, you can't tack on an interesting fake process after that. You've already shown them the process; it's you asking questions and having them do a bunch of math in their head. Instead of making the compromises invisible, you're just substituting in a whole different (and usually worse) set of compromises. And then you pat yourself on the back for making it "propless." Meanwhile, this is the experience you create...

You: Won't you be astounded when I reach into your mind and touch your soul by revealing your PIN code which you never wrote down?

Them: Hold on... let's see... carry the six... so that's 22... add those digits together... that's four. Okay my Lucky Secret Money number is four. I'm supposed to add that to my birthday? I'm sorry... what were you saying?

We're STILL #1!

This is an update on a post I first did 10 years ago. And guess what?! We still got it, guys!!!

What entertainers are most likely to be child molesters or associated with child molesters?

Google search results:

  1. magician + "child molester" = 264,000 results
  2. dancer + "child molester" = 245,000 results*
  3. comedian + "child molester" = 233,000 results
  4. actor + "child molester" = 195,000 results
  5. singer + "child molester" = 148,000 results* 
  6. "porn star" + "child molester" = 128,000 results
  7. juggler + "child molester" = 81,500 results
  8. clown + "child molester" = 59,400 results 
  9. "celebrity impersonator" + "child molester" = 30,600 results*
  10. ventriloquist + "child molester" = 24,800 results
  11. "one man band" + "child molester" = 6,460 results
  12. "knife thrower" + "child molester" = 1,050 results
  13. "plate spinner" + "child molester" = 54 results

* I'm guessing these all got the "Michael Jackson bump."

Guys, "magician" more than doubled priest + "child molester" (104,000)! Priests!!!

We're 1000 away from teacher + "child molester" (265,000). And teachers have to deal with those tempting little bottoms every day. We get a crack at them maybe once a year. And it's usually at a party, with a bunch of other people around. That's a high stress environment for a molester!

It puts a whole new spin on some of those "compliments" magicians get. 

"I wish the kids were here...." What's left unspoken is, "because you just reminded me I need to keep a closer eye on them."

"I wouldn't want to play cards with you!" they say. "Because that might mean you're in my house, in raping distance of my children," they mean.

There's no good way to look at those numbers. Either it reflects reality, and this hobby does attract creeps. Or maybe it doesn't reflect reality. And that's good news for the kids. But it's not great news for magicians. Oh, you just seem like child molesters. Well, that's great. But who could blame anyone for finding magicians disturbing? What with their pathetic obsession with keeping secrets, and their desire to be seen as possessing powers they don't really have, of course magicians come off as anti-social weirdos. And it's not that big of a stretch to say, "Yeah... I can see this guy masturbating to a Gymboree catalog."

Let's Dish: Did Bish the Magish Vanish?

I received an email the other day that read:

In your references to the MCJ blog, there has been absolutely no mention of Glenn Bishop (by the way, did you know that his father was the famous “Bish the Magish”?). 

What do you know of him, his whereabouts, and activities these days? 

2 memories of the Bish. The time he posted a video of himself bringing the 4 Aces to the top of the deck with a horrible and obvious multiple shift and then stacking them for a poker deal in only EIGHT shuffles. When attacked for how stupid it was, he tried to claim he had to spot each Ace, cull it, and shuffle it into position. As if we all forgot about the multiple shift. 

And one of your great lines/observations (that I’m going to mangle in my paraphrase). In reference to his work doing Hypnotism shows for schools, you said something to effect of: Yeah hypnotism shows for High School kids are really tough to pull off. “Timmy, stop clucking like a chicken and sit down! The hypnotism show is about to start.” 

On my old site, Glenn Bishop was a big source of fun for about a month or so. I don't really remember it all that well. I just remember he liked to speak on the Cafe and in other places with great authority and spoke highly of his own wisdom and skill. But he wrote with all the finesse of a semi-illiterate at-risk-youth forced to write a personal essay about his hobbies before he'd be let out of detention: "I like to play the basketbal with Tony and Kris. It am a game I like. I like to bowns the ball and dunk with a big jumpy. B-ball is for fun and so I am to." And he would post videos that could best be described as unwatchable.

But his best quality was that he wanted to engage. He didn't back down. He had zero self-awareness that our back and forth was completely one-sided. He was like a guy setting baseballs on a tee for me and saying, "I'm playing baseball!"

My favorite thing I ever read (and I don't just mean about The Magic Circle Jerk, I mean of everything I ever read in my life, like I put this ahead of To Kill a Mockingbird) was a blog post he wrote entitled: A Magic Terrorist or A Sick Little Boy. [I ask now as I asked at the time, why can't I be both?]

A Magic Terrorist or A Sick Little Boy? 

Who is the sickest most twisted little boy in magic. Andy the little boy known as the magic circle jerk. 

Why is he the sickest most twisted little boy in magic?

Because he started a blog that was started for the only reason of knocking, insulting and terrorizing magicians in magic.

If you think that is funny think about that for a moment. The fact is this sick little coward started a blog just to run down magicians he doesn't like. 

Plus he hides like a little coward behind his little screen name Andy.

Many young people think that this guy is funny at his low attempts at humor - but insult train wreck humor is only funny when they are not the person that is being insulted. 

Plus the fact that this blog was started for the reason (and only reason) to attack people in magic. And to hide and terrorize people in magic. Like a little kid that throws water balloons from a balcony and then runs and hides. 

Second - this little kid is a sick - sick idiot!

Why?

I feel that people that pick on people with disabilities are the sickest and the lowest form of sub humans that exist on the world.

He really must have a very low self image of himself to do that plus start his little "revenge" and "terrorist" blog and do it for so long. 

I suppose that little people that can't make it in magic the right way have to do something!

But Andy the circle jerk isn't funny - there is nothing funny about a "magic terrorist!"

Oh, my god, I love that so much. "Second - this little kid is a sick - sick idiot!" I wish we were all friends in real life and we could hang around my apartment and whenever one of us got on the other's nerves for farting too much or pulling our scrotum out of our zipper and asking if anyone wanted any gum, we could look at each other and say exasperatedly, "This little kid is a sick - sick idiot!"

Another one of my favorite things Glenn did was when he lectured everyone on how to write press releases. He said to make sure you end them by writing the word "Forty." He said, "That is the way that newspaper people tell the editor that that is the end of the story…." But it's not, of course. Tradition has it that press releases often end with -30-, but you don't even really need that in the present day. I do dearly hope that Glenn ended some press releases with "Forty." Someone mangling something they unnecessarily did to look learned or professional is hilarious to me. It would be like if there was a conversation over a CB radio and the guy on the other end was like, "I'm heading over the bridge," and then Glenn nods at you knowingly and pics up the handset, and you're expecting him to say "10-4" but instead he says, "8-73, good buddy." 

After that incident, people were constantly ending their emails to me by writing "Forty."

At one point I was posting about Glenn every other day and he was coming back at me on his blog and it was just delightful. And then one day I got done reading one of his posts and I was getting ready to dissect it with my reply, and a question arose in my mind, long after it should have... "Oh, wait... is this guy retarded?" And I don't mean that in the clinical way where someone is developmentally slow, but usually sweet and guileless. Because he clearly wasn't that. But i just mean like... well... if you had said to me, "You know, he went in for a brain transplant and the doctor completely forgot to bring the brain and so they put in a baked potato instead." I wouldn't have questioned you. I would have been like, "Oooooohhhh... alright, okay, now I understand." And I thought, "Should I really be arguing with a baked-potato brain?" So at that point I removed most of my posts about him and they are now completely lost in the aether. I don't know if that was the right way to handle it. But that's what I did.

But where is Glenn now? I haven't really seen him lecturing people on the forums. But I'm not on the forums much myself. So I went to his website. It's an absolute masterpiece of web design. 

He really plays up being called "Mr. Hypnotist." Glenn, I'm not quite sure that's the compliment you think it is. When people are too disinterested to even learn your name, that's generally not a great sign. Nobody beams with pride when they hear, "Hey, Mr. Janitor, go mop up those feces." So when you hear, "Mr. Hypnotist, did you order buffalo wings?" or "Mr. Hypnotist, you're blocking the hallway," I'm not sure you should be promoting that. Would you put this on your business card: 

Glenn Bishop

The Man Called... "Hey you"

Here's a pic of Glenn performing his hypnotism show.

How much do you want to bet that's the audience and not the people on stage?

"Son, get up, there's a show going on."

"Please, Mr. Hypnotist, just wake me when it's over."

I particularly like the "About Us" page.

I like the question mark. Even they can't believe you're interested in reading more about Glenn. "Are you serious? You know there are like a billion pages on the web you could be reading, right?" It seems to say.

But I feel like his website hasn't been updated in years, and I was wondering if he was still around and doing okay. I googled him but just found a lot of his old posts and mentions on message boards and such. I thought maybe he had tried to revitalize his performing character with a new mature style and a sexy new name to match, so I googled "Bishop the Magishop," but got nothing.

Finally I searched for him on facebook, and I was not disappointed.

Is this... what is this? I mean what is it supposed to be? Is it supposed to be real? Is it real? It looks like one of my deranged readers mocked it up in photoshop as a goof. Like if I had a "Create a Glenn Bishop Marquee Contest," this would have been the winning entry. I'm so confused. What happened to this theater? Who designed that signage? It looks like a goddamned ransom note. Is it the Main Street Cinema? How could they possibly allow that to be the front of their fucking place of business? It looks like pictures of those theaters that bravely remained open during The Blitz. If some guy built that for you and he was like, "Okay, I'm done now." Wouldn't you be like, "Wait, wait, wait, this looks like total dogdick. Tear this down and do it right."

Does someone want to break it to Glenn that a cinema is where you show movies, not live magic shows? I mean, I suppose it's possible. Maybe in an old movie theater with a lot of room on the stage in front of the screen. But those old theaters hold many 100s of theater goers. You really "sold out" that theater, Glenn? A week in advance? That's huge news. Why is there no record of it anywhere? Also, just a quick business tip, you don't put "Sold Out" on the front of the box-office if there are still tickets left for another night, as you mention in your post. That kind of dissuades people from purchasing tickets.

And Glenn, why is there absolutely zero information on where this theater is and how to get tickets and all that on your facebook post? Why bother posting if you're going to leave everyone in the dark like that? Why is there no mention anywhere at all in the vast extent of the internet about these sold out shows? Did you hypnotize everyone at the end to forget they attended? I wouldn't put it past you, you little scamp!

Oh, Glenn, I've missed you and your antics so much. It's great to reconnect like this.

Forty.

The Dust

I will show you fear in a handful of dust. - T.S. Eliot

I wish I was performing magic 100 years ago because -- if my reading is to be believed -- at that point in time if you had to ditch an item during your performance you could put the hand with the item into your pocket and say you were reaching in for some "woofle dust," ditch the item, come out with nothing, and pretend to sprinkle some invisible dust around. This is actually a technique described in some of our seminal texts. And not as a goof. Tarbell isn't like, "Ditch the coin when you reach into your pocket for some 'woofle dust.' No, I'm just shitting you. For fuck's sake, don't really do that." I don't think Tarbell says "for fuck's sake" anywhere in the entire course.

So I wish I was performing magic 100 years ago, because apparently audiences were so undiscriminating that you could just use this technique and everyone was just like, "Alright." Women would turn to their husbands and say, "Oh, he's reaching into his pocket for some woofle dust, dear." And he would just reply, "Mmm-yes, yes. A little dust of the woofle. Indeed." You could get away with anything! Meanwhile I'm here in 2015 and if I say something like, "I have a half-dollar." I'm shouted down with, "Bullshit. No such thing."

(An alternate theory, of course, is that no one really bought the idea of woofle dust in the past either and that magic has a long history of taking the easy way out presentationally and taking the audience for idiots. and it's not so much a suspension of disbelief we foster with these presentations, but a disengagement with the audience that leaves them too disinterested to call us out on our nonsense.)

Anyway, I've decided that one of my goals with The Jerx is to bring back the use of woofle dust as a presentational ploy, not just for myself, but for all of you as well. But this time we need to make it something that an audience can really believe in. If we can do that we will have a very powerful tool in our arsenal. Imagine being able to ditch something in full view with the audience not suspecting anything. But guys, it's going to take a lot of work to make reasonable people believe there is an invisible dust that you can sprinkle on things to make magic occur. You're going to have to invest some time and money into this. But I've laid it out for you step by step. Just follow the plan below over the course of the next 6 months or so.

The following presupposes you're a straight, married male. Mutatis mutandis, as they say.

Step 1 (Early July): At your next party or bbq, gather everyone around. Ideally 20+ people. Ask to borrow a coin. Take it with your right hand, and then place it in your left. Say, "I just need a little woofle dust." Reach into your right-hand pants pocket. Pull your hand out and then pat your pocket. "Oh...," you say, "I guess I forgot my woofle dust." Give the coin back to the person who gave it to you and walk away.

Step 2 (Mid-July): Leave an empty sandwich bag like this on a counter or coffee table in your house.

Wait a few days and someone will eventually throw it out. A day or so after they do, ask innocently, "Did you see like a clear sandwich bag on the table here?" When they say they threw it out, completely freak out on them, "What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you a fucking idiot? Why are you touching my stuff?" When they say it was just an empty bag you say, "That was the last of my woofle dust, you fucking moron!" Go root through the trash, making a huge mess on the kitchen floor. Don't clean it up. Instead go on a two hour walk or drive and when you come back don't speak to the person for three days.

Step 3 (August): At your next party or family function following that incident, gather everyone around to watch a trick. Ask to borrow a quarter. Do a false transfer retaining it in your right hand. Ditch it in your pocket as you reach in for some woofle dust. Pretend to sprinkle the dust over your left hand. When you open your left hand your spectators see what you had hidden in there at the start of the trick, which is the middle section of a folding quarter. Get really angry and say, "Goddammit. I knew I shouldn't have gotten this Chinese woofle dust, but somebody threw out my good stuff. [start muttering] This shit can't even vanish a full coin. There's no way that was pure woofle. They must have cut it with baby laxative or something." Say something racist about the Chinese.

Step 4 (Late August): If you share a computer, leave this ad that I placed on Craigslist last week open in your browser for your wife to find. (If you're reading this in the future and the ad is gone, you can find a pdf copy here.) If you don't share a computer then print it out and carry it around with you for a couple of days in your pocket, so it gets worn in a little. Add some handwritten notes to it: phone numbers, prices, and an indication that perhaps you're considering prostituting your wife for some woofle dust. See below.

Leave this out somewhere where your wife will find it.

Step 5 (Mid-September): Take 20% of the money out of your savings account or your children's college fund. Leave the receipt for this transaction somewhere conspicuous. Go out of town for three days without telling anyone. Come back in the middle of the night and crawl into bed with your wife. When she wakes and asks where you've been just say you thought you had a line on some magic supplies. When she says, "Is this that 'woofle dust' stuff again? Did you take money out of our account to buy woofle dust?" Bury your head in her chest and sob and say, "I'm so sorry. I got scammed. I'm so sorry!" Really play it up. You want to make this dramatic enough that your wife will be spreading around these issues to all your friends, family, and neighbors, trying to get their advice.

Step 6 (Late October): About six weeks later burst through your front door and give your wife a big kiss on the lips. Tell her you want to take her out to dinner "someplace fancy." Explain to her that you've got a line on some woofle dust and you just need $5000 to make it happen. But tell her it's an investment and you won't ever have to buy more ever again. Be real excited. Happier than you've been in months so she can't refuse you. Once she agrees, apologize for the way you've been acting. Tell her you know you haven't been yourself recently. And you're so sorry for losing that money and for the time you blew up at her for throwing out your woofle dust. Tell her you'll always keep this new batch on you so nothing can happen to it. 

Step 7 (Late October): Act like you've made the deal and return to normal at home.

Step 8 (Early November): When your wife is out of the house, drill a 6-inch diameter hole in your coffee table. Rough up the inside edges of the hole some so it's not too clean looking. When your wife gets home say, "Sorry, sweetheart. I spilled some woofle dust on the table. I'll replace it." But don't ever replace it, just let that hole be a constant reminder of what woofle dust can do.

Step 9 (Mid-November): A couple weeks later, when your wife is doing laundry, take all the clothes out of the washing machine, put them in a trash bag, and put them in a dumpster behind an Arby's or something. Sneak back into your house. When your wife asks you if you removed the clothes from the washing machine be like, "What? Why would I do that? Sweetheart, you are losing your mind... wait... oh god, honey... please tell me you didn't wash my jeans that were on the bed." When she admits she did, start to flip out because your woofle dust was in the pocket of those jeans. Act like you might get violent, then switch to despondent, start to cry, and say, "What are we going to do? We don't have more money to spend...." Then with a steely, solemn determination say, "Ok. This is the only way." And leave the house.

Step 10 (Mid-November): Come home a couple hours later, your face and shirt spattered with blood. "Problem solved," you say, as you stare off into the distance. Your wife is screaming at you to tell her what happened. "I got more woofle dust," you say, vacantly. "He didn't want to give it up, but I got more." As your wife wails, you continue, "Don't worry, my love. They'll never find out about it. You have to trust me. I made him... well... his body... it took a lot more than I intended... but it's gone now for good."

Step 11 (December 31st): "Who wants to see a magic trick!" you say at your New Year's Eve party. A crowd builds around you. You ask to borrow a quarter. You take it in your right hand and false transfer it into your left. "I just need a little woofle dust," you say, as you reach into your pocket to ditch the quarter. Many in the crowd stiffen and a nervous energy passes through as word has gotten around your social circle about the damage woofle dust has caused in your life. Perhaps none in the audience know the full, awful truth, but as you reach into your pocket many of them think about the toll a controlling substance has had on their life, some will think a sympathetic thought for you and your wife, but here's the great part, none of them will be thinking, "I bet he's ditching a coin."

After you sprinkle the invisible dust over your left fist, open your hand slowly to show the coin has vanished.

Someone standing next to your wife will pat her on the hand and say, "A new year is coming, dear. It will be okay."

Somewhere a child exclaims, "That woofle dust is powerful stuff!" 

"Yes," your wife murmurs, to no one in particular. "Too powerful."

It's just that easy!  And now you can use the woofle dust justification with impunity.

Acorns

If your goal is to come up with more interesting presentations for magic, go create a google doc or get a notebook and start filling it with the things you see or experience (in your life, in the news, in pop culture) that are non-magic related that you find intriguing in some way. I have a list that is 100s of items long. These aren't ideas for effects or even ideas for presentation. They're not even ideas at all at this point. They're just ideas for ideas.

Here are some of the more recent things I've taken note of that could potentially grow into something more.

1. The climax of Revenge from Alfred Hitchcock Presents - I'm going to spoil this 60 year old television episode so go watch it first if that's an issue for you. In this episode a woman is left home alone while her husband goes off to work. When he gets home he finds his wife has been attacked (the implication is that she's been raped) and she's in this distant, almost catatonic state. The police are called in to investigate but there's nothing to go on. Later the man is driving his devastated wife through town. She has the 1000-yard-stare of a Vietnam vet. As they drive she sees a man walking down the street and she says breathlessly to her husband, "There he is! That's him!" Her husband follows the man into a building and ends up killing him. He gets back in the car with his wife and they continue to drive. She is again zoned out. At one point she becomes animated again, "There he is! That's him!" she says, indicating some other sap who's walking down the street. And then she sinks back inside herself and it dawns on her husband that his wife no longer has a grip on reality and he just killed an innocent man. 

What I like about it: The moment where she says "There he is! That's him!" for a second time is so chilling and great. I like the idea of misidentification. I like the idea of it seeming like you've come to a conclusion when you really haven't. I think there's a trick in there somewhere. Something where you go through the effect and seemingly wrap it up at the end, but then something happens and they realize it was a false conclusion. I'm not sure exactly how this would play out, but there's something there.

2. The song Testament to Youth in Verse by The New Pornographers - Specifically the part from 1:50 on. The New Pornographers are probably the most chill-inducing band to see in person and seeing this song live was one of the most electric moments I've ever had at a concert.

What I like about it: I love the way the ending builds. The New Pornographers are a big band with a bunch of great vocalists and they all come in and layer over this simple one-word melody and it becomes huge and deep. I want to do a trick that ends in a similar way. We tend to think of multiple revelations or kicker endings as happening one after another, often they're disconnected from each other, and frequently there's a sense of diminishing returns. I want to do an effect where there is a simple climax that you keep returning to and building on with additional climaxes that are in harmony with it and build it into something overwhelming. I have a multiple selection routine I'm creating that sort of plays out this way. So instead of revelation after revelation, each one builds on the other. But I'm still searching for a better use of this kind of climax.

3. This comic by XKCD -

What I like about it: I just think there's a good presentation in there somewhere. It's just a matter of finding the right trick to connect it to.

This is Not a Post

This is just to say (where my William Carlos Williams fans at? Let me hear you! No? Damn, that's cold. So sweet and so cold.) that going forward, new posts will show up at 3am New York time. Why is that?

  1. I'm a night owl.
  2. The majority of my readers are in the US or England so putting up a post at that time means there will be something waiting for them in the morning, which is when many people go through their bookmarks/rss feeds.
  3. While there will likely be intermittent posts when warranted, now you know you can just check in once a day. I don't have advertisers to appeal to, I don't need page views from people checking in throughout the day looking for new posts.
  4. When I was a kid I always liked the idea of things going on, work being done, in the middle of the night. Where I'm from, Wegmans is the big grocery store, and they're open 24 hours. If I'd wake up in the middle of the night I'd think, "Someone is buying a can of Manwich right now." 

See you in a few hours.

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The Month of Driveling Langorously

Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me! Hey everyone, this site just celebrated its one month birthday. What? That's not a thing? Well, la-di-da, look at you Mr. Encyclopedia. You're a real hotshot. 

Annnyyywho... so yeah, it's been a month of daily posts. And my plan is to continue that for some time. Hell, I've got plenty to say. And you've got nowhere else to go. What are you going to do? Read the other daily magic blogs with scintillating content? Exactly. I get a lot of emails asking if I'm going to disappear again. I realize I'm responsible for this question due to my previous actions. When I wrote MCJ I would go on hiatuses, take treasure hunting voyages, and just disappear for weeks. And then, of course, the whole site vanished. But don't worry sweetheart, Daddy's here. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. I cleared out a couple months in my life to make this site a priority. And when that time is over I will hopefully still be able to continue it at the same pace if I can think of some way to make the site self-supporting. Our best hope is that some wealthy benefactor writes me a fat check every year to keep the site going. And if he has some weird contingency like I have to fuck him once a year, I'm fine with that. 

Where was I? Oh, a number of people have emailed me and asked me how they can support the site. At this point in time all I ask is that you read it and spread the word to people you think might like it. The longevity of this site does not depend on massive amounts of readers. But there is a subset of magicians who are really into the type of stuff I'm writing about and the longevity of this site does depend on as many of them finding this site as possible. A lot of you have already been spreading the word and it's been cool to watch the fanbase grow in a very grassroots way. It's almost like a secret-society. There are no comments on this site. I have essentially no social media presence. The only advertising I want to do (buy every banner ad on the Magic Cafe) Steve Brooks won't allow. So this site has grown very organically. And it's satisfying to see. Not because I need the validation of strangers reading my words. But because when I read message boards or attend magic conventions I often think, "I might as well live on a different planet than these people." So it's nice to see that my perspective on things is shared by others. 

Don't get me wrong. A lot of people still hate this site. They react to it the same way this lady reacts to handbags:

They look down on us like we're a bunch of slobs. These snobs with their family crests, long cigarette holders, and country club lunches. They're like those people in the song Signs by Five Man Electrical Band, the people who went to the trouble of having a sign made that said "long-haired freaky people need not apply." A sign! They think they can just write us a check and we'll stop seeing their daughter? Are you kidding me? Sloane and I are in love, and you're going to have to find a way to deal with that or I'll be at her bedroom window with a ladder at the next full moon. And I don't care what the town council says. We will have a school dance if we want. The mistake you make is in thinking this site is just me, but in reality there is an army forming. And we will pop out of the ground and mow you down fucking Red Dawn style if you get in our way. Wolverines!!! Am I mixing up my 80s movie references? You would think that, wouldn't you? Everything has to fit into a nice little box in your world. You see us as you want to see us... In the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain...and an athlete...and a basket case...a princess...and a criminal. Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours, the Breakfart Club.