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Sunday, May 27, 2007

So I married a chicken.

My father, the magician, used to have a large library of magic and magic related books. He probably still does have a large library of magic and magic related books, though I have absolutely no time to devote to any additional hobbies, so that point is moot. Back to the topic at hand: I never became a very good magician, mostly because I was more interested in knowing how the tricks (illusions, says Gob) were done, rather than actually being able to do them.

But those magic related books...by the age of 13, I was quite an accomplished juggler, and an aspiring hypnotist. My hypnotizing skills never advanced much; quite possibly because hypnosis is a hoax...or so I had thought, until I discovered that the sleeping Nicole is open to the power of suggestion. I have been able to make her cluck on demand for several months, and she has recently begun work on a chicken symphony. Waking Nicole is not so open to suggestion, and does not believe that sleeping Nicole has such a fondness for clucking. For your listening pleasure, I shall post a recording here...just as soon as the chicken symphony is done.

4 comments:

Nicole Lasko said...

As I have previously explained, it is not a chicken symphony. I was talking in semi-consciousness about the sticks my pinwheels are attached to.

Tate said...

That makes all sorts of sense, Nico.

And I'm very impressed re: the juggling. I thought I was the only juggling geek I knew. I got up to four balls or three clubs. Even tried two people with six clubs for a while... then realized that juggling brings in neither babes nor bucks and got a real job.

Michael Lasko said...

The money is in flaming torches. We could make all kinds of money this summer at the Newport Beach Pier. We would need a cool name for our juggling team...how about: "The Flaming Duo"?

Tate said...

Oooh! And we can wear skin-tight leotards! We're already used to spandex so it'd be no problem...