10 Years Baby!

Buckle up folks because I’m about to say something that will blow your mind.

The Magical Buffet turns 10 years old this month. 10 years! Mind. Blown.

There is a lot of cool stuff with this 10 year anniversary. In case you hadn’t noticed, we have a shiny new website! After nearly 10 years our site now plays nice with smartphones and tablets, as well as the good ol’ desktop. And yet, comments still don’t work. The more things change, the more they stay the same, right? So you’ll need to show your love and share your thoughts on our articles by visiting The Magical Buffet’s Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram accounts.

Along with our shiny new site, you’ll notice there is now a Shop category. That’s right, we’ve got merchandise! And not some lame-o self-promotion stuff, but things that hopefully you will think are cool and be proud to wear or welcome into your home. Here’s a few of those items in my home!

Medusa is my Homegirl Tri-Blend Tee.
When in Doubt, Quartz! Pint Glass holding my stones.
Sage that Shit! mug holding my smudge stick.

Want to see more? Visit our store!

Obviously I wouldn’t be typing this if not for the support of all the readers, publicists, authors, and publishers that think The Magical Buffet has something to offer people. And honestly, I can’t come up with words to thank you all for your support, enthusiasm, and patience. I continue to struggle with my headaches and my health affects every aspect of my life, The Magical Buffet included. Yet everyone is still here, even me! THANK YOU!

As further thanks, say hello to the best giveaway ever! I reached out to two fantastic publishers, New World Library and Inner Traditions, and asked if they would each give me a copy of one of my favorite books that they ever published…..and they did! These two books mean a lot to me, and hope whoever wins them finds them as inspiring and insightful as I do!

From New World Library we’ve got “Sit Down and Shut Up: Punk Rock Commentaries on Buddha, God, Truth, Sex, Death, & Dogen’s Treasury of the Right Dharma Eye” by Brad Warner, and Inner Traditions was kind of enough to send me a copy of “Phantom Armies of The Night: The Wild Hunt and the Ghostly Processions of the Undead” by Claude Lecouteux. What do these books have in common? Absolutely nothing except that I freakin’ love them to pieces!

We’re doing the Rafflecopter thing! Contest ends Sunday, October 7, 2018 at 11:59pm eastern. Good luck!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

A Boy and His Comics

Ugh, my right hand and wrist are killing me. I just spent hours scrolling through Amazon.com’s comic and graphic novel sale and then their selection of DC comic graphic novels. My faux nephew Jacob’s birthday is at the end of the month and along with the stuff I know he wants, Nerf guns and/or Pokemon cards, I have my mind (or probably more accurately my heart) set on getting him a graphic novel. For those of you who don’t know, a graphic novel is a collection of comics bound together into a book. It usually covers a story arc.

Now the sticky wicket of course is that Jacob is still young and most of the comics I read are definitely adults only. It’s on days like this that I miss my old comic book store. Both owners were insanely knowledgeable and I have no doubt they could have taken my taste in comics and cross referenced it with Jacob’s age and the next thing I know there would be several graphic novels on order. With them out of business, I’m left reading online reviews and making judgments based on cover art. If you have a good local comic book store, support them!

There I am, scrolling through the DC comic category of the comics and graphic novels of Amazon.com. So many memories surface scanning through the titles. The first comic I read was the graphic novel “Sandman: Preludes & Nocturnes” and it’s still available and came up in the search. “Watchmen”, which was the book Jim gave me to read while we were dating. I saw the first Batman graphics that I read. “Preacher: Gone to Texas” and “V for Vendetta” that a customer loaned to me when I worked in retail. The list goes on. I was surprised by how many emotions just remembering the books evoked.

But perhaps not this Batman for the boy.

But perhaps not this Batman for the boy.

And eventually those are the feelings I want for Jacob. The DC universe is often criticized for being relentlessly dark. Sadly, in many ways, that is the real world that my faux nephew is growing up into. People are right, the DC universe is populated with crumbling utopias, corrupted paradises, and realities coming apart at the seams. Often the heroes in these worlds are mentally unstable billionaires, fallen angels, humans that court demons, animated vegetable matter, stage magicians, orphaned aliens, and fairy book characters on the run.

Yet despite how messed up the world is, and how screwed up they are, they always find something worth saving in the world, and something worth saving in each other. There’s a beauty in that. It’s that kind of shit that helps a boy become a man.