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oh for cute!

oh for cute!

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i can only aspire to have such a mug collection.

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Every great magic trick consists of three parts or acts. The first part is called “The Pledge”. The magician shows you something ordinary: a deck of cards, a bird or a man. He shows you this object. Perhaps he asks you to inspect it to see if it is indeed real, unaltered, normal. But of course… it probably isn’t. The second act is called “The Turn”. The magician takes the ordinary something and makes it do something extraordinary. Now you’re looking for the secret… but you won’t find it, because of course you’re not really looking. You don’t really want to know. You want to be fooled. But you wouldn’t clap yet. Because making something disappear isn’t enough; you have to bring it back. That’s why every magic trick has a third act, the hardest part, the part we call “The Prestige.”

Every great magic trick consists of three parts or acts. The first part is called “The Pledge”. The magician shows you something ordinary: a deck of cards, a bird or a man. He shows you this object. Perhaps he asks you to inspect it to see if it is indeed real, unaltered, normal. But of course… it probably isn’t. The second act is called “The Turn”. The magician takes the ordinary something and makes it do something extraordinary. Now you’re looking for the secret… but you won’t find it, because of course you’re not really looking. You don’t really want to know. You want to be fooled. But you wouldn’t clap yet. Because making something disappear isn’t enough; you have to bring it back. That’s why every magic trick has a third act, the hardest part, the part we call “The Prestige.”

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i can’t watch the new sherlock yet because i’m not emotionally ready… i sobbed at an episode of ghost whisperer the other day in front of my brother and his friend, there’s no way i can handle this.

there’s almost nothing so nice

as being cozy inside during a minnesota snowstorm. my brother had a hockey game and we drove, oh, maybe half a mile and knew that wasn’t happening tonight. so now we’re home, and it’s nice and warm, and we can just look outside and admire the snow (and think about those crazy people going down the ice chutes outside the cathedral). this is why i will live in minnesota forever.

ann, you beautiful tropical fish

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