There's a dating service ad that's been playing lately that is a collection of little skits of bad dates… In one of them, the girl says “let's talk about something fun — let's talk about magic!” as if that's a bad thing to talk about it. Seriously, I would be perfectly happy to talk about magic, and outright thrilled if someone could do even a few basic card tricks. I love magic! They don't really have to be able to do it, but if a person can't talk about magic, I am seriously not interested.
Speaking of magic, I think I might watch The Prestige tonight. I think I also watched The Illusionist a little while ago but I'm not sure. I liked their recreation of the Robert-Houdin Orange Tree automaton (because while I fear the robot apocalypse, automatons amuse me), but part of me wishes they'd gone with a more authentic representation rather than the CGI.
Other than that I've been interviewing a very interesting individual who was born with a highly developed immune system and whose play activities include consuming poison, which his body quickly breaks down, among other highly unusual and fascinating traits. Hey, at least life's interesting, even if it hurts most of the time!
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