Yep, the magic. It's a-happenin'.
That is... if by "magic" you mean, "shoving everything to the center of the room while you stop washing dishes in order to devote all your waking hours to caulking, filling, sanding, taping, priming, painting, and grumbling."
That's what magic means in my world. Especially when you get paint on your bra -- that's how you know you're a legit DIY addict. Word, y'all.