For the record, I hate fucking magicians. Not the people themselves necessarily (in some cases, that is), but I just can’t get into that brand of “entertainment”. I guess I don’t like any of the “Ta-Daaaaaa” type of showmanship. But magicians may be the most annoying. Essentially, they’re not doing something that it looks like they’re doing. Sawing a person in half, making someone disappear, pulling something out of somewhere… I just don’t give a crap. If they were really sawing someone in half, that may be something. But I’m sitting there and they’re NOT doing it. Shit… I’m sitting here in my office not sawing someone in half. What say I put a camera on myself & you all can enjoy me not doing it A LOT quicker?
My least favorite magic man is David vastly-brow Copperfield. Boy I hate that dude. As a matter of fact, he’s been on my hate list as long as almost anyone. (Somewhere around Hasslehoff’s timeline I’m sure). My favorite may have been when he made the Statue of Liberty “disappear”. Of course, he passes it off as real. I guess he thinks we’re a bunch of numbskulls. I just hate when he moves his hands around & stares at you like one of those scary paintings. He’s a swine.
The other thing that gets me about him was the bragging that came along with him being with Claudia Schiffer. What is the big deal there? She looks like a horse face to me. And there again goes another “Super” model. Am I the only one who doesn’t like that term? I assume they’re called “Supermodels” because of the money they pull in, but I just don’t see the word “Super” being a prefix for “Model”. In most cases, these people are clothes hangers. They are freaks of nature in the height/weight ratio, and generally don’t represent real women in almost any way. (And foremost includes the attitude, by the by). It’s funny that people want to eliminate the Barbie doll because of the possibility of giving females unattainable goals of physical appearance at a young age, yet they allow these jerks to make loads of money by really doing the same damn thing. The fashion designers may as well roll the fake skeletons we used in science class down the runway with their collections on. You know, I may actually attend that show if they did.
Give me normally proportioned people, who don’t do magic tricks & I’m a happy guy.
