Sunday, August 2, 2009
Just A Sunday Post #11
WARNING... this will contain the F-bomb and other improper words a few times. Usually I try to keep this blog clean, but this really bothers me. If you are offended by naughty words and evil thoughts DO NOT READ IT.
What the fuck is wrong with the World Championship of Magic, that name dropping magic bullshitters like the unoriginal Shawn Farquhar wins first prize in the category of card magic? This man is a disgrace to magic.
And now FISM is a disgrace too.
It is not new that certain, horrible acts win. But this year is the worst ever. Comedy Magic: no first prize, Mentalism: no first prize and Close Up Magic: no first prize.
If you do not know what that means: It means, that the overall effort was so bad this year, that even the judges were embarrassed to be there. Having been there would have been just a waste of time.
But maybe it was just the place. China is far away.
2012 FISM will be in Blackpool. Let's see, if the acts are better when performed in a place, commonly known as "cradle of filth".
FISM was always a bit of a popularity contest. It was never about the magic, it was about who fools the most magicians. This year most failed. They failed so bad, that dickhead Farquhar who is so full of megalomaniacal shit wins first prize.
It was a pity prize, a mercy fuck. And unfortunately that grinning, presumptuous bastard, got it. And as if he doesn't brag enough about the other 40 prizes he got in the past, this will be the laurels that he will rest on. I can see him jumping around, singing "I do not need a likable character, I've got awards and I am better than you!"
And because I feel like ripping that smirking guy a new one, let's use this opportunity to discuss his signature piece called "Shape of my Heart."
Dumb and benighted magicians praise this hubristic asshole as being creative. None of his ideas that I have seen so far are creative. Being creative means to come up with something that was not there before. Well doing card stuff using this Sting Song has been done before. By Russ Stevens in 1993.
I mentioned it before. I am not saying, that Farquhar is a bad performer. His skill is decent, but that's it. Let me quote a friend of mine: "I simply cannot understand how this man can win the FISM. Words are simply failing me. I would let him pass a Magic Circle audition at the most." I agree.
He is so complacent, so smug about himself. But why? Why is he constantly out to do contests? Why does he need to prove himself all the time?
Well, I do have some theories, but none of them would leave that self-opinionated shitface any grandeur.
If it sounds like I do not deign Mr. Farquhar the first prize he won, then because I do not deing Mr. Farquhar the first prize he won. The last time this holier-than-thou fucker won, was 2006. With a cups and balls routine that is only good for magicians. The main effect, that the cups turn out to be blocks of steel in the end is not new either, but hey, I never won any prize, naturally I do not have the authority to criticize this hard working wanker, erm, I mean, man.
I do not have any right to pick on him, for I am not into magic as long as he has. So let me end this by saying that all of the above is satire and not meant the way I wrote it. Because I am way too kind to this man. Even Steven Youell seems like a nice man compared to this autocratic twat.
I am sorry for that outburst of inappropriate emotions. I'll get back to my regular kind way of dealing with Weekly Magic Failures. Pinky swear!
complaints go to Roland