Volume I, Issue 22
November 3 - November 10, 1997

The other day my friend Robyn asked me, "Why are so many magicians geeks?" and we got into a huge fight. I told her they're not geeks if they can make as much money as David Copperfield, and that shut her up for a while. But then I told Robyn I thought Doug Henning was a hunk, and she laughed in my face. We haven't spoken since.

The moral of the story: Robyn doesn't know what she's talking about. Do you hear me, Robyn!? I'm not bitter, I just think if Miss Robyn read this article she'd realize that magicians can be pretty fascinating, especially the ones who care as much about audience psychology as they do about the technical sleight-of-hand stuff. That includes Doug Henning, Robyn!

This whole thing makes me sad. Robyn and I used to best friends, doing everything together. Remember when we danced the swing at Café Bizmarck, Robyn, and all the men thought we were lesbians? (We did the same thing a few weeks back at The Hyatt, and they also thought we were totally bonkers.) Remember, Robyn? I wish I had a picture of the screwed-up looks on their faces.

Now Robyn and I are no more. I'm going batty, and I don't think my boyfriend can take any more of my incessant chatter about how much I miss Robyn. Stupid Robyn! Trying to go another day without calling her is like running a marathon! If this keeps up, I may just go crazy and get violent, or at the very least, drown my sorrows in fast food then go on a manic exercise binge. Blech. Robyn, are you out there? Please, Robyn, call me!

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