Until July...

This is the final post of June. Posting will resume July 1st. The next newsletter will come out for supporters on the 30th.

For July (at least) this blog will be shifting to the MCJ schedule. What is that? MCJ refers to my 20+ year old blog that some of you were around for. Back then, the posts were usually shorter (and stupider) and not really on any schedule. That’s the plan for next month too.

The reason I started having a schedule for posts in the first place was so people wouldn’t feel the need to stop back just to check if something had been posted. You still shouldn’t feel that need. Check back every couple of days or once a week. I promise you won’t miss out on anything that’s time-sensitive. It won’t be like: “Anyone who responds within the next 24 hours will be eligible to win a trip for two for them and the 16-year-old of their choice to go to David Copperfield’s island.”

You can just continue to check back on whatever schedule you normally do.


DFB X was released by Marc Kerstein this week. Marc made the original DFB app for the creators Nick Einhorn and Craig Squires, and now he’s come to an agreement with them where he can release his own version of the app which has a ton more features. And, more importantly, this is now Marc’s app to do with as he pleases, which means you can be sure there will be continued support and many more features added over time. So if you’re at all interested, now is probably the time to get it. It’s not cheap. But it won’t be getting cheaper.

When I asked Marc why he wanted to release his own version of DFB, he told me: “I just hate Android users so much, I wanted to take one of the few good apps that’s available to them and make a better version that they can’t get for their phone.”

Okay, that’s weird. But whatever the motivation was, I’m glad this new version exists.


Trumbull, Connecticut

August 8th, 1963

Mr. Fitzpatrick: Alright, gentlemen, settle down. We need to decide what products we’re going to advertise in the next issue of the Unknown Worlds. Ideas? Milty?

Wallace Milton: I’m thinking multiplying billiard balls. It’s a great trick. It never fails to bring roars of surprise and enthusiastic applause from your audience.

Mr. Fitzpatrick: Smart. Anyone else.

Langston Murphy: What about Nickels to Dimes? It’s so easy a monkey could do it. Or perhaps even a woman! Just cover the nickels with the Magic Cap and P-R-E-S-T-O… you got dimes! Now that’s what I call easy money!

Mr. Fitzpatrick: I don’t like it… I love it. Great job, Murphy. Who else?

Frederick Little: I believe we should go with the Dancing Hank. I think we all agree it’s truly a miracle. A big surprise. And very uncanny. But I also think it’s a socially responsible trick. Kid’s today…. ehh…I don’t know. With their loud music and louder cars. If they just had something to take their mind off mischief, I think we could recapture a more innocent frame of mind. And I think this Dancing Hank is just the thing to do it! Oh sure, it dances. But in a way that’s wholesome. Not overly erotic.

Mr. Fitzpatrick: Excellent point. Any other ideas?

Conrad Colton: Now listen, fellas. Hear me out. We think, “We’re selling to magicians, so we must sell magic tricks.” But what if we didn’t limit ourselves to that? What if we also sold other things your typical “magician” might want.

Frederick Little: What do you mean?

Conrad Colton: Well, think of the sort of guy who gets into magic. Picture him. Is he not also the type of guy who would like a double-sided mirror so he could spy on women??? You know darn well he is! So maybe in addition to magic tricks we should sell a mirror you can see through to watch a lady put on lipstick. And when I say “lipstick,” what I really mean is “a brassiere.”

Langston Murphy: A brassiere! Wow-wee!

Mr. Fitzpatrick: Colton, you magnificent son of a bitch, you’ve done it again. You sure know our audience.


See you back here in July! Get out there and enjoy summer. It will be over before you know it. If you don’t go to at least one beach party this year, I will be disappointed in you.