Have you been to the Fringe yet?
Hey, have you been to the Fringe Festival yet?! What are you up to for the next five days? Are you into straitjackets, chains, knife throwing, gratuitous fire, shoddy street-dancing, small town sex-tape fiascos, talking chickens, misfit Speedo sporting unicyclists, raunchy raucous feminists, mixed walking nuts, or tawdry transvestite bullfighters? Or, are you a little more traditional, and just out for the run-of-the-mill cephalopod birthing discussion? Do you revel in chic artistry over kitschy depravity? Are you tempted to sacrifice your children to the verbal hedonism of a brazen gypsy street performer or would you rather maintain their innocence with puppetry, innocuous story-telling and chaste music? Or are you just looking to catch a festering case of superfluous adjectivitis like I did? Regardless of your tastes or lack thereof you're bound to get your kicks and be entertained. If you are as fortunate as me you might even walk away with more than just amusement.
Like I said, besides catching a raging writing disease, I was more than amused this weekend, and I'm not even in to puppetry like some of those crazy freaks. My highlight was the street performer Byron from England, (hooray!). He almost had me in tears of laughter and had me shouting ‘hooray' more in twenty minutes then I have in my entire life. Of course a close second was the Speedo sporting unicyclist, but I'm particularly into that and so considerably biased. I got to see someone else put on a straitjacket for once. That felt good. I saw several other pyromaniacs earning a living doing what they love. That gave me hope. I saw some self-effacing dancing. It made me feel like I wasn't the worst dancer in Saskatoon this week. Mind you I saw some elaborate dancing that reminded me I probably was the rest of the year. I even saw some sultry dancing that made me feel dirty and rueful for even watching, and I don't think I've felt particularly rueful in quite some time. Finally, of course, if I may say so again, I saw very little kitschy depravity. I just had to say that again. I left entertained and uniquely inspired to push the limits of creativity outside the box.
I'm not done with the Fringe Festival however. It will be here for five more tawdry raucous days and I plan to take in as many of the critically acclaimed theatre shows as I can. From Shakespeare to raunchy feminists there is a little bit of everything and it is all far from kitschy. It is unique, original, and the most entertaining break from HBO I have had since had since great uncle Dick got out of jail for Christmas. Maybe I'll see you there. I'll be the guy in the tasteful kitschy depravity shirt.
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