I am under siege. It’s late, a fierce Wyoming wind is rattling the aluminum walls of my trailer and during lulls I’m sure I can hear footsteps scrunching outside. Fools. This ain't my first rodeo. Just this evening I flipped on the tube and there, like some hideous golem from my past, was Exhibit A – leering at me from his life of luxury. Seems my erstwhile nemesis is going to be the 1993 half-time act at the Superbowl and will no doubt be dazzling a record audience with his incredible, gravity-defying dance moves. Well, I was never dazzled. Far from it. I was angry, bitter, but never dazzled. Illusion Engineers tend not to be.