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Friday, September 16   >>

URI-LLY GOT ME

Last night I was talking to my mom about my environmental science class, telling her that we had viewed an episode of Nova in which James Randi tries to debunk a bunch of myths about supernatural powers. I had seen the episode at LEAST 10 times prior to the class viewing, so I was pretty stoked. I'm a nerd, did you know that? Doesn't the whole "I have a blog" thing give it away?

James Randi is one of the few individuals in the world who I look up to. He is a fantastic thinker, and he doesn't try to convince anyone with weasel word bullshit. I like him. A lot.

Did I mention I'm a freaking nerd? Who likes Nova? And space? Fuck yeah.

So, to The Mother, I mentioned a segment in which Randi pulls a fast one on Uri Geller (the guy in the picture above), a.k.a. The Guy Who Convinced The Entire World That He Could Bend Spoons. The Mother laughed hysterically.

Uri Geller reminds her of my father's short-lived stint as a supernatural being.

It was shortly after one of Geller's appearances on television that my father had grown a fascination about this supposed telekinetic mindfreak. Keep in mind that my father and mother had just gotten married -- in Ecuador -- in the late '70s.

He, my father, was so blown away that he used to stay up after my mother had slept ...to PRACTICE his, err, mind powers.

"BEND!" he said. "BEND!" The deliberation just wasn't enough to bend their set of spoons. They just wouldn't budge.

It all ended when my mom caught him doing his thang when she got up for a glass of water. A lifetime of humiliation ensued, and mom pretty much thinks of this everytime she associates silverware with my dad.

As of right now, my dad does not know that I know this.

I cannot wait to give him shit for this. When he comes home today, I'm going to hand him a spoon.

It's the weekend! Kick ass!