It had to happen, I started another blog, let the eye rolling commence.

Getting my interest in mentalism (mind reading , predictions etc.) back and decided to have a blog devoted to that and my progress at fulfilling an ambition to one day performing on stage somewhere.

Excuse the WordPress theme, just a template I have up until I can find a suitable theme to mess with or get someone to make one for me.

Open Letter to neighbor:

To my well meaning neighbor around the corner, stop sending me bloody email directing me to the golf website! Yes, I know you love Mizuno golf clubs, but no, I ain’t spending all my hard earned money on them.

I have no interest in wearing the flat cap, plus-fours and checkered socks and walking the fairways whacking a golf ball all over God’s green frickin’ creation.¹

You keep telling me how wonderful golf is and how much fun it is and how good it is to spend a day on the back nine. Dude, we live in Seattle, we hardly know what the sun looks like, I don’t consider it fun walking in the cold, more than likely wet outdoors trying to find my bloody ball in the rough.

Golf doesn’t and never has held any fascination to me, I just don’t get excited at the prospect of screwing my shoulders up trying to hit the ball down the fairway.

Also, I tend not to want to come around to your house much because I don’t want to sit in your den for hours on end watching golf on the TV. I know you’re just trying to be neighborly but I don’t like golf. How many other ways can I say that before it sinks in.

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1. Okay, I wouldn’t have to really wear the golfing outfit, but that is the image I conjure up when I see myself on the green! [↩]

Carolyn finally vetoed the idea I had for some Samurai swords and other edged weapons displayed on the walls in my part of the office. For good reason too I know, because I know I wouldn’t be able to resist and pull a sword down off the wall then start to buckle the swash or some such. Knowing me I’d end up doing myself an injury, lopping off an ear or something.

I am notorious for cutting, stabbing and puncturing myself with sharped edged objects and pointy things. Not sure if this is a guy thing or just me, although Dad has the tendency to cut himself a lot too. Dad though differs to me, whereas if the cut is deep enough I will use Super Glue to mend it, Dad will get a needle and thread and stitch himself back together.

So I am happy to await delivery of a safety utility knife or two I plan on ordering from Martor USA. They have some great knives that have some cool protective features. Blades that retract back inside the knife after use, protective covers that flip over the blade when the cutting is done and a handy safety guide that fits over the blade.

Using these knives I should hopefully lessen the injuries I give myself.

Whenever I tell Carolyn I plan on starting a hobby or craft project she always makes sure we have a plentiful supply of antiseptic wipes, Band-Aids and Super glue.

I have cut myself with scalpels, box cutters and craft knives, the worse was when I jammed an X-Acto knife into the back of my left hand, that required four stitches, I had the hospital do them instead of Dad. I have also jabbed myself with sharpened pencils and cut myself using scissors. No, let me amend that, I have cut myself playing with scissors.

Carolyn was on the computer and I was standing next to her on the phone. I saw a small pair of scissors on her desk, the kind that come with sewing kits and fold up on themselves for storage. I was twirling them on my fingers while talking on the phone then tried to close them up one-handed. I folded them up with my fingertip between the blades. Carolyn was alarmed when she looks over and sees an ever enlarging pool of blood on her desk. I carried on my phone conversation while she wrapped a towel around my hand. That cut required the Super glue treatment.

Needless to say, I am forbidden to mess around with scroll saws, power tools and nail guns!

So maybe I inherited this from Dad or us men are just prone to cutting ourselves.

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If he’s like me, the man in your life likes movies and TV series, then he has to have some related collectibles or knick-knacks, or is that just me?

Then again I suppose the gals aren’t predisposed to collecting some stuff too,¹ I collect action figures from movies and shows when I come across them and they take my fancy. I would love to have some movie related stuff, it would be nice if the items were actually from the movies and shows. That gets a bit pricey though and you usually have to slog it out bidding on eBay to win them.

There is a place called King of Swords, who well, sells more than just swords. Yes, they have all the swords you could ever want related to movies and shows. Blade, Hattori Hanzo Bride & Bill Sword Set w/ Stand, Highlander, Troy, Kingdom of Heaven.

For that unusual gift for the special someone in your life how about a Toilet Seat Autographed by David Carradine - “Don’t Sh*t on of Kung Fu and Kill Bill fame. Now there’s a conversation piece if you’re feeling flush (pun intended).

They have Star Trek 6 Assault Phaser, Batman 60’s TV Gas Gun, for the comic book buffs they have Judge Dredd Lawgiver handgun.

If the kids are into airsoft they have that too as well as self-defense products like HotLips - Lipstick Pepper Spray and stun guns for your shopping trips in the hood.

Don’t forgot the line of Harry Potter merchandise like the Harry Potter’s Blade of Godric Gryffindor.

Of course if Carolyn lost her mind and gave me permission, I would have this office filled with swords on the walls and movie related weaponry and items all over. Big kid? Hell yeah! Better than wasting it on beer, gambling and drugs methinks.²

They also have gifts of all sorts including dragons and figurines, I like Crystal Dragon Letter Opener and there is jewelry too, Celtic Knot Ring Sterling Silver for example which is cool looking, so something for everyone.

Now I am off to try and sell Carolyn on the idea of a display room for all manner of collectibles and stuff!³

1. that saved me a slap from the wife! [↩]
2. That’s my explanation to Carolyn when I am trying to get her to let me get something! [↩]
3. Wish me luck [↩]