Your IBM number is lower then your Zip Code

You contemplate trading your children for a few extra thumb tips

You are a frequent guest on this site.

But you lurk constantly

Your prop room is the only room in the house with TWO fire extinguishers.

You can't differentiate your regular pens from your magic pens

You take the van with the big magician advertisement, plastered all over it, everywhere including funerals.

Your insurance company is the one with the good hands...

You could write a book on uses for rubber cement.

You customized all the cabinets in your house to store your magic tricks

You have a calloused left pinky from keeping a break.

Your tiger names her first born after you.

When you see a yellow Post-It note the first thing you think of is Julian "Bev" Moore.

The fishing tackle that you buy is never for fishing.

Your friends stage an intervention for you

You spend more on magic per month then food, clothing, gas and rent combined.

Part of your estate planning is deciding who will get your props at your death.

You know which page on this post contained the last entry from Father Photius.

You have memorized at least 5 signatures from people on the Café.

You wake up with your Zig Zag in bed with you.