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Feb 1, 2009

IconicPosted by Lukey. Status: Uncommitted.

*Continuing the trend of general absenteeism, you find this post hung up with refrigerator magnets when you arrive. For reasons known only to yourself, you read it.*

Greetings and salutations. My, it would appear we have entered twenty-ten already. Mercy, what an odd concept. What a generally unpleasant decade we had. But here's hoping to a better subsequent one.

So, what's new? January was a pretty notable month here, I suppose. Went to the Anti-Proroguement rally here. Got a paper perogy noise-maker which was a surprisingly endearing memento for the occasion. Held a sign. For my first officially political rally, I've got to say, it was a blast and a great experience. Apparently people saw me on the news as well, which is kind of weird. Still not sure I believe them, though... Granny indicated she recognised a "handsome young man" on the TV, but as I certainly don't fit the bill I'm not seeing the supposed connection. Maybe she was talking about the person standing next to me? Yeah, that must be it.

But yes, the rally was fantastic. Felt good to contribute, though the measurable effect on reality is probably not statistically significant. Still, at least I know I was there. Not much else us plebs can do otherwise. Our group ended up somehow right near the front of the line of the march when we went down to the 'Ledge... turning around when we reached it, and seeing the line of people filling the lane reaching all the way back to Portage... what a sight!

So great memories. Sometimes in darker moments I lament that we only got around 450 people showing up, and not somehow several thousand, but still, to get almost 500 people out in the rain and snow in the middle of winter... I consider it quite the accomplishment, and salute the organisers. Harper could care less, and his party have taken to the most flagrant trolling I've seen since browsing the Fark message boards on any message board that discussed the rally, but at least we can say we didn't sit by and passively ignore what was going on. Small comfort, but I'll take what I can get.

If the rally was comforting, Air Canada has seen to once again declare themselves my nemesis. Well, Aeroplan specifically, but I do not absolve them of responsibility, even if the points program is technically administered by an arms-length company.

AIR CANADA SUCKS. I officially declare vendetta status against them. I shall avoid any further business with them to the utmost limit of my abilities up to but not exceeding professional suicide. The circumstances: I've been accumulating Aeroplan points for some time. Work hasn't had me travel much this year, what with the spending freeze and the present project being locally focused. So it ended up that I didn't actually travel on Air Canada since November 2008. So what do they do? They take 7 years of accumulated points and DELETE THEM. Gone. Poof. Sucks to be you. Oh, but if you pay us EIGHT HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS, we'll give them back to you.

Go. To. Hell.

Oh, but if you shopped any associated Aeroplan merchant, you can cash them in after the fact! Oh, you stayed at the Ramada in April, and your travel agent didn't provide your number for the reservation like they were supposed to? Oh, so sorry, there is a six month expiry on this offer. You stayed a month too early! You should have gone to the conference in May!

RAGE.

You suck, Air Canada. I wasn't even going to use the points myself, I was going to donate them to charity. (Well, the Fringe Festival, but close enough.) And you have *stolen* them from me. I know that such an insubstantial good is imaginary during the best of times. Regardless, you have robbed me, you have denied every effort to make things right, and for that I count you as a personal villain.

And yes, like the rally, the consequences to this declaration are so insignificantly irrelevant they shall likely never even detect its existence, let alone be troubled by it. But here we are regardless.

Anything else of note? Not really, I suppose. The ol' gaming has been entertaining, but insufficiently relatable to merit boring the Internet with tales of its escapades. Work progresses. Dragon Age and Mass Effect 2 continue to demonstrate just how awesome Bioware is. I do sometimes wonder what life would be like if I had actually applied to any positions there, but then like now, what really do I have to offer them? They are snazzy, and I'm, well, your here at the website, you can see what I bring to the table.

Besides entertaining thoughts of alternate continuity histories, I expect it is enough to root for their continued success. Mass Effect 2 in particularly pleases me greatly... I love seeing talented people being talented (as I've oft-mentioned) and the game's story, and art, and voice acting... while not flawless, it is all just so well crafted and presented I can't help but smile and say "well done, folks". These people obviously care about what they are doing, and their setting is obviously someone's own personal Paladyne, ascended to life. My only real complaint is, in the combat mechanics, doing away with the heat management system and going to ammo-based weapons. I would have preferred keeping the heat bar, and perhaps adding a limited number of coolant flushes to instantly recover in case of over-heating. But in terms of maintaining a smooth combat flow, perhaps they simply needed finite ammunition. I am personally not so sure.

That about covers it I think. Oh yes, let it be said again that my niece is utterly adorable. It just needed to be said... nothing really deeper than that. Anywho, with that out of the way, let's finish off with the latest PTE review. There was a show I haven't touched on: Bordertown Cafe, which I saw half of but then had to leave during the intermission. It was alright. The set was great. The story was weak. Not seeing how it ended, doing a full review is unfair. So lets skip right to Goodness, which we saw yesterday.

PTE: Goodness 4 Stars GGGBB

We are likely still leaning towards the MTC Warehouse Theatre for our season tickets next year, but this show did at least give us great hope for the PTE season. Unlike most of the last several shows, Goodness has essentially no set... just a pair of chairs and actors. It felt much more like a 2 hour Fringe show then a standard PTE presentation, and this was not a bad thing.

We had the author-stand in, breaking the fourth wall to talk to the audience directly. We had the characters calling the author on his bullshit. We had a meaty, consequential discussion about not-directly-named Rwanda and the genocide there, contrasting those experiences with the author's craving for vengeance for his own family's loses during WW2 in Poland. Discussions about what makes good people bad, and are victims themselves automatically good? Why are people so terrible? Are all the worlds problems caused by too much love?

Some of the questions were pretty easy to answer personally. No, victims aren't automatically good, but nor should we blame them implicitly. People suck because we have inherited dangerous evolutionary baggage. No, love isn't the problem, your argument is not compelling. Some of the larger questions, like how does one move on, how does one survive, were much more thought provoking. Certainly more engaging then whether the young man should join the hockey team, or whether the old guy should build the cabin he's dreamed about for years.

But maybe such is because I simply pretentious, or put on airs of pseudo-intellectualism... but the Fringe show, talking philosophy and pain and man's inhumanity to man, interest me more then daytime television melodrama. Though the fact that I refer to the shows I didn't like with such a descriptive likely reflects more on my perspective then the shows themselves...

- Paladinian

November 2, 2009

IconicPosted by Lukey. Status: Theatrical.

*On your arrival, you find this post resting on a suspiciously large mound of discarded Halloween candy wrappers. A Jack-o-lantern sits in the window, a look of mad disapproval on its gourdy face.*

Well, hello there, November travelers. Greetings to you. I hope the non-Easter candy-time was agreeable?

Not many kids at the house... 20, 25 maybe? Certainly not the hundred or so experienced at other locations... but certainly above the zero I had in the apartment. So that's a plus!

So yes, first Halloween in new house... finished! First Autumn raking... done! (And left me sore. I am such an old man...) First Prairie Theatre Exchange show of the season... complete! Anything actually productive, creativity-wise? Nope, doesn't look like it! But I find I don't really mind, largely because Mass Effect and Rune Factory 2 are darned fine games and I find difficulty in lamenting time sunk into them. Come the weekend, I expect a new gaming session, which should help with exercising the ol' imagination.

No, wait, I perhaps speak too soon. There was a costume party. That counts as creativity... at least a little bit... right? I think I did alright at it. Not great... it was hard to stay in character as an old-timey gentleman ghost... but at least I don't think I embarrassed myself too badly. And, maybe, my assistance helped contribute to getting Neil Gaiman into town, should his contest prove fruitful to McNally. Though I have my doubts. But one thing is for certain: I do like top hats. Pity the only ones that'll fit my oversized head are cheap costume elastic band models...

Anyway. The familly and I recently went to a show at the Prarie Theatre Exchange. I do believe I shall go about actually reviewing them hereabouts... I didn't bother the last couple years, and I regret it now and then. So, documentation: go!

PTE: Souvenirs 2 Stars GGGBB

The family and I are kinda viewing the PTE on somewhat thin ice... there was some debate as to whether to get the season tickets for it this year, or try the Manitoba Theatre Centre instead. The issue comes down to impact, I guess... PTE is very safe and reliable, while MTC is either very, very good, or very, very bad... or at least, so we are led to believe. The issue with PTE is that 'safe' has come to mean... unchallenging. Predictable. Vapid, at times. Basically, pablum. Not every show, mind you... but enough.

Take Souvenirs, for example. Basic premise: An Czech immigrant, living in the Canadian brush, is visited by his estranged teenage daughter who stops by to rob him blind. (She isn't very good at it.) She's a druggie. (Thus the robbing.) He's dying of cancer. (Thus some pathos and impitus for reconcilliation.) She's got the generic teenaged broken-home angst. (Thus some excuses to yell and cry.) He's scarred from experiences with Soviet Communists and a troubled mother and father. (Thus some perspective to his own personal issues.)

The problem is that besides the occasional breakdown into weeping or yelling, nothing really happens. In any real meaningful way, the daughter doesn't leave any less screwed up then she arrived... sure, she's made up with her father a bit, but she's still all up on the drugs, still clinging to her terrible boyfriend of convenience, and hasn't gained any great insight except that all of her problems sound really, really petty compared to, you know, surviving Communism. She shows no particular virtue in the play... time and again in the show she is caught stealing, there is an argument, people go to sleep resolving to talk about it in the morning (with oft-repeated dog-petting in form of tenderly tucking-in of covers as a consequence), and then ten minutes later she's doing it again with something else. I mean, really... its like the author only had two literary tools, 'conflict borne out of stupidity' and 'heartwarming display of secret tenderness' but hey, we gots to fill time, so lets just keep pulling 'em out, right?

Perhaps I'm just becoming hard in my old age? Perhaps I was supposed to feel for the poor screwed up girl and yearn for resolution to her pathos? Don't get me wrong, I empathized with her problems. She feels purposeless. Boy, do I relate to that. But after so many bad choices, I couldn't work up any great desire to see her overcome her issues. Some of this was probably due to the performance of Rachel Aberle, who did a god job giving off the body language of a oh-my-I'm-so-put-upon teenage girl, but vocally read her lines flat, without much heart or hints of nuance or depth to the character. Ron Lea, who played the father, did a better job... he had some charisma, which I am a sucker for. I liked his performance, I just wish the story didn't have him nothing much more then the whipping boy the plot drives itself against.

Anyway, we left the show feeling that, besides an excuse to display some emotion, the show didn't really mean anything. Here's hoping the rest of the season has a bit more... purpose?

- Paladinian

Oct 17, 2009

IconicPosted by Lukey. Status: Blue?

*The Webmaster enters the door to his still-snazzy house, having just gotten off a wonderfully timed Transit bus. He plops down a group of sundries on the table and acknowledges your presence.* I saw a show today! I do believe I shall talk about it! My word, aren't we all so very lucky!

(Did that sound passive-aggressive to you? It sounds kinda p-a to me. It isn't meant to be. Sorry?

Blue Man Group: Megastar World Tour, 3 Stars GGGGB
I finally got to see Blue Man Group! I wasn't very familiar with the group, safe for the occasional commercial or YouTube clip, but they looked fascinating in a Jim Henson / Cirque du Soleil sort of way, so my interest was piqued. Last time they were in town, I didn't know until they had already left... this time, I at least got a day's notice. Thank you, radio!

So, the concert itself. It was certainly a spectacle. Pre-show, they had a painter by the name of Garibaldi doing his thing to a techno beat, which was pretty neat to see, though my seat back in the boonies diminished the experience a tad, I suspect... I certainly respected his speed, technique, and general skill on an intellectual level, but emotionally... I don't know, I just didn't feel it.

One issue with the concert was excitement management... the pre-show done, the performer pumping everyone up with cheers and clapping to call out the Blue Men... and then nothing. Waiting. For five, maybe ten minutes, while the crew cleaned up his act. Why try and get our energy up and then have us wait? People kind of looked around wondering whether something went wrong, and whether there was time to kip on over to the washroom quickly or not. This occurred occasionally within the show proper itself, though to a greatly reduced degree, and I probably wouldn't have even mentioned it if the pre-show hadn't sensitized me to it.

So, the Blue Man performance itself. They did not disappoint when it came to spectacle or music... their percussion was marvelously innovative and engaging, and their multi-media hit more then it missed. I am certainly glad I am not epileptic, though... the strobes were certainly epic. Their skill with percussive plumbing leads me continuing to suspect the best music shop in town could well be Home Depot.

Charisma-wise, the performers had "expressive" and "quirky" down-pat, and are quite skilled. What diminished my enjoyment of their antics was a certain sense of... I don't know... aggression, I guess? No, aggression seems wrong... I don't know how to put it. With their voice-less alien mannerisms, uncomfortable-looking masks distorting their features, and their eyes and heads moving in distinctly bird-like jerks and bobs, I guess I felt oddly threatened by their "otherness", I suppose. Mercy, that sounds silly. If they were Muppets, my tolerance for weird shit would have been higher, I figure... odd that the uncanny valley struck me when viewing three guys in blue rubber face-paint.

Ugh, I know reading the above in the future will be a head-shaker, wondering what my deal was. But here we be. The music was fantastic (and phelgm-dislodgingly reverberant), the spectacle was impressive, but the performers themselves didn't draw me fully in.

And that be that! I guess I could go all diary-like and talk the old chant about goings-on, but really, not much happening.

Ain't done any major creative stuff lately, artwork-wise, which isn't a big surprise... not only haven't I done much, I haven't even been able to work up a good angst about it. Sigh. Sometimes one just needs to acknowledge that they fundamentally a happier "consumer" then they are "producer", I suppose, and much like the ol' hair-line, there's not much I can do to reverse the degradation.

Well, I suppose there *is* something I'm working on, I guess. I *am* in the midst of plotting out a new campaign I think I'd like to run for the ol' gang. I think it has some potential... maybe I'll post some of the setting here, later, as it develops. The present campaign, run by that young Mathias rapscallion, progresses well, though my challenging character concept is proving to be quite challenging to play. Shock and amazement, I know! Inconceivability, thy name is Lolindir!

But anyway, I now depart. Keep yourself well. Random fact: Apparently, wooden nickels should not be accepted. I personally think someone taking the effort to carve a chunk of wood up with that sort of detail deserves more then 5 cents for the trouble...

- Paladinian

July 28, 2009

IconicPosted by Lukey. Status: Fringed.

*The Webmaster is sitting, wearily, at the computer when you arrive. His snazzy vacation hat is laying on the coffee table, looking snazzy. He spins on the chair to face you and waves tiredly.* well, hello there. Welcome back. How've you been?

*The Webmaster nods sagely as you respond.* I didn't catch a word of that. Sorry.

Me, I've been Fringing. Sorry for not posting reviews earlier... the past two weeks have been most utterly *packed*. Worked 11 shifts total, saw many, many shows. Billeted a cool performer. Ate much unhealthy carnival food. Left home early, came home late... it was quite the tiring, fantastic vacation!

But anyway, reviews. The Festival is quite over and done now, but I'll post them now anyway, simply for future personal perusal for subsequent years. Let's get going!

Paladinian's 2009 Winnipeg Fringe Festival Reviews

Advanced Dnd, The Next Campaign, Red River Serial
4 Stars GGGGB
Ahh, the Dungeons and Dragons improve show is finally back. How I have looked forward to it! Much like the first one several years back, this was a serial play... namely, a fantasy soap opera... picking up where the previous one left off. This show is pure, unadulterated fun in theatre form. The crowd was (for better or worse) filled with my people, which was soothing. Heck, even Trollman and his lady Elf got called up, which is ten types of awesome. All in all, after the first show, I was certain I'd give this a 5 star. After catching 3 more of them, I grudgingly give it an average grade of 4. What detracted? The Dungeon Master fudged die rolls a bit too often, three of the cast (also in Outside Joke, which had their own show this year as well) had very spotty attendance and the story sometimes suffered because of their absence, and... well... the weakest performer was one of the few left alive at the end. (Wow, I've become blood-thirsty, haven't I?) Anyway, a great time, and I look forward to catching them at the Gas Station Theatre this fall! GLEE!!!

archy and mehitabel, Ausable Theatre
3 Stars GGGBB
The show was alright. The stories told by the cockroach and cat characters were different, but I'll admit I didn't really find them too engaging. The cockroach mostly talked about how humans are bad (which I am well versed in, sad to say) while the cat was, much like most cats, self-important and entitled. The portrayal was skilled and I'd certainly see the actor in another show, but the plot itself was tiresome and I looked forward to when the show would end.

Are You Priest Enough?, Silent Drum Productions
3 Stars GGGBB
Not a bad one-person experience-sharing story. His singing wasn't fantastic, but he didn't do it very often... his recollections about going through Priest Seminary were enlightening and engaging. The wrath at the abused children scandal was heart-felt, his uncertainty and questioning nature a relief to behold (cue my Atheist torch), and he did perform charismatically. The show didn't stand out strongly amongst others of its type, but it was quite capably done.

Breakdance for Solo Cello, Solid State Breakdance
5 Stars GGGBB
An excellent, fantastic show, that was easily 5 stars though still not quite as good as last year's offering. It started off slower, which had me worried, I'll admit, hoping that they would soon get going with the acrobatics... which they did, and did not disapoint, but it frankly shouldn't have taken so long. The Cello music was well done, but did not mesh as well with the dancing as it did to the Swing music of Take It Back. Still, I enjoyed the spectacle immensely, and comparative weakness to their previous show was not sufficient to deny it my highest rating.

Bloodless, White Rabbit Productions
5 Stars GGGBB
A 90 minute musical that moved along so quickly I never even felt the impulse to check my watch... very well done. The singers all did a great job acting and singing, the acoustics in the venue were spot-on, and there was a fantastically dark charm to the story of a pair of hoteliers who start murdering their patrons so they can sell their corpses to the medical university. Kinda like Sweeny Todd, I suppose, but much less gory and with much more humour. The fact that this was written and performed entirely by local Winnipegers astounds me... the show was better produced then many professional shows I have so far seen in the normal season.

Customer Relations, Fallis and Ball's Productions
3 Stars GGGBB
A Kevin Smith movie, in theatre form. That really basically covers it. The characters work at a call centre, which is understood to universally suck, but yet... the characters, while never really having it coming, had this odd sense of entitlement that reduced their sympatheticness rather sharply. They certainly don't work to make the situation better, and rather seem to actively sabotage themselves continuously. When they leave (or get fired) at the end, it is treated as triumphant... but really, was it? But beyond the story itself, the performers were mostly quite good (the 'office slut' character being the notable exception) and the first time I saw it, I thought it excellent. The second time, Ushering it this time, I was struck more by the personal failings of the characters themselves, and without the Underdog angle, the whole show was correspondingly less enjoyable.

Don't Make Fun of Jesus, Break the Wall Productions
4 Stars GGGBB
Stand-up comedy with a story... the best kind, I believe. Kinda like what Mr. Fear-of-a-black-planet was complaining about, but which I have come to understand to be true, whereupon it isn't enough to go up on stage and be funny, you've got to have an angle... you've got to say something. The performer here certainly had some experiences to share, and it made the whole show. Really, she could easily have had more life-story bits and less pure comedy bits, and it would have worked just as well if not better. Life story-wise, the central theme was growing up in the bible belt, joining a cult, acknowledging her homosexuality, and how the three entwined. It was a sad, compelling story, told with much humour and skill.

Fall Fair, Stars and Hearts
5 Stars GGGBB
Ahh, personal favourite Jayson Macdonald. I am so glad I heard about this show when seeing Trashcan Duet, as otherwise I wouldn't have known he was actually performing in any shows this year himself. This show did not disapoint, and I do believe I can declare it his best yet, even beating out the awesomeness that was Giant Invisible Robot. The story, a series of characters going through the last day (ever) of a Red River Ex style fair, was emotional and fantastically acted... the father character and his daughter were particularly poignant. Jayson Macdonald did a great job switching between very different characters, and I was mesmerized by the goings-on right to the end.

Fidel Castro's Guide to Internet Dating, But Wait! There's More!
3 Stars GGGBB
The show was alright. Adi Sara Kreindler is a pretty good singer and musician, and her very lefty songs catered... somewhat... to my personal leanings. But fundamentally I'll have to put this down to a faint-praise review. The show was capable, but it didn't really wow. The music was pretty good but not great... the banter was capable not but stellar... the time didn't drag, but I appreciated it when we got to leave.

FemMennonite 3, Saucy Gal Productions
2 Stars GGGBB
I didn't catch the first two shows of the series, but heard good things about them. This one wasn't much to write home about, unfortunately. I think I agree with the Free Press review: Too much sap, not enough laughs. Leigh-Anne Kehler tells a personally powerful story of being many months pregnant with their first, difficult baby, but she wasn't entirely effective at convincing the audience to care with her. Some of it could certainly be from being on semi-bed rest at the time meaning she had to be reserved in her movements and gestures... or, perhaps, I simply had inadequate empathy. Sorry?

Gimpel the Fool, Nephesh Theatre
3 Stars GGGBB
Performance-wise, this show probably merits a 4. Moral-wise, a 1, or generous 2. so I'll compromise and give a 3. My beef with the moral? Another 'it doesn't matter how terrible your life is, you'll be rewarded when you are dead if you don't lose faith in God'. Bollocks to that. Bollocks and feh and fum. The main character, Gimpel, is treated like garbage through his whole life because he trusts that those around him are better then they are. And he is punished continuously for his good-naturedness. But its all alright... no justice is necessary for that, because GOD is the ultimate arbiter. To that, I say hell, no, in my best approximation of a Will Smith voice.

Grimmer than Grim, Theatre Public
2 Stars GGGBB
The biggest problem in doing a set of Brother's Grimm fairy tales even more unglamourous then the originals is that you are left with something utterly unglamourous. Banal. Without heart. A Changeling-killer. The singing and acting was good, don't get me wrong. But the stories were frankly dull, and utterly uninteresting. There were attempts at humour (dark humour, of course), which really did nothing for me... I maybe cracked a smile twice, and never had occasion to laugh out loud. Very disapointing.

Homeless, Theatre Public
4 Stars GGGGB
A good experience sharing show. Tells the story about one man and his time working at a detox homeless shelter, though really the play was only peripherally about the man, and much more about a set of the patrons he encountered and their histories and experiences. It was interesting to contrast his experiences and my own, or those of my father. I know I am certainly not a good enough person to do what Mr. Baumung did... and as such appreciate the shared experience, to vicariously gain some measure of its perspective.

inanimate jungles have clocks, Gearshifting Performance Works
1 Star GGGBB
Ugh. This was the most painful part of the festival, not least of which since I had to Usher it twice. I got nothing against interpretative dance in its own right, but it should at least mean something. This show might of thought it meant something, but hell if I know. Technology bad? Civilization is painful? Two showings and I still don't know. It had the occasional interesting concept... the flower petals from roof was kinda neat to watch... but the rest of it was an exercise in nails-on-chalkboard irritation and tedium. I'm sorry, hacking in the dark then loudly sucking up the phlegm for five... ten?... minutes, will not pre-dispose one to an enjoyable experience.

Lavignia, A Modern Fairytale, Monster Theatre
4 Stars GGGGB
This was a quirky, absurd show that was pulled off well probably only because the endearing zaniness of the performer. It tells a big fish of a tale of a young woman growing up huge and ungainly, convinced that ballet classes would 'fix' her. It doesn't take, and of course a series of fantastical circumstances teaches her to value herself. The charm comes from the good-natured, quirky earnestness of the performer, who did a fantastic job. I could even relate to the material myself... at least as far as the ungainliness goes... though being male, being tall was never anything but awesome, I'll admit.

Moving Along, Beefy Geek Productions
5 Stars GGGBB
This one-man, one-light-controlling-throne show was gimicky but I found it supremely effective and engaging. (Others, who found the strobes uncomfortable, thought less of it.) The performer told stories of his life and experiences, cut rapid-fire together, jumping memory-like from one to the next, with his stage light manipulations providing the breaks and cuts and highlights to accentuate or diminish each train of thought. The stories themselves were powerful and intimate and painful, and had a big emotional impact on me.

murder, hope, Infinity Live Productions
4 Stars GGGBB
This is probably my vote for most under-appreciated show this year. I enjoyed it greatly. It comprised a mish-mash of bits orbiting the theme of neuroplasticity (the capacity of the brain to repair itself) and a few conditions that require such an ability to be overcome. Some bits weren't as strong as the others (opening the floor to questions after the show 'ended' was kinda awkward, with people who didn't really want to stay feeling they had to), but most of them were quite effective, and I am still in awe at the sounds she could make emerge from a hand-saw with only some pressure and a cello bow. A very talented performer who I hope comes back in later years.

Pinter's Briefs, Harold and the Boys
2 Stars GGGBB
Ugh. The actors did a great job here, really. Very capable, very good at their various roles. But the vignettes themselves... dull. Tedious. Utterly without purpose. Even the one, with the cab-driver and dispatcher, that had a nice current of absurdity and menace within it, went on for too long and diluted the effect. The costuming changing between vignettes diffused any enthusiasm between bits. Few bits had anything to say. I am not familar with Harold Pinter, but after the show, I confess to no interest in learning more.

Pipa, Present State Movement
4 Stars GGGBB
One sentence summary of this show: Summer Glau playing in the living room. (Or, perhaps, River Taim playing in the living room. Could go either way.) A dance show, but was everything inanimate jungles was not. The performer was likeable and showcased her skill continuously. (Without a doubt, the performer is the living embodiment of one who had rolled a natural 18 on her Dexterity.) A fun, impressive performance, done by a talented person being very talented. And flexible. Oh so flexible. I am still in awe.

Raunch, Nelson and Russell
3 Stars GGGBB
Ranch was basically a Women's Studies lecture told in theatre form. It was an enjoyable, well-done lecture, don't get me wrong! But it told things I really already knew, frankly. Another volunteer I talked to loved it to bits... she described it as enlightening, and a show that completely changed her world view. I kinda wonder where she's been if she hadn't already heard such (completely valid and agreed-with) critisisms of our hyper-sexualized Raunch culture. So yes, a good show, perhaps even an important show, but I kinda had the been-there-seen-that feeling throughout it.

Ryan Paulson: I'm Uncomfortable, Bashful Scandinavian Productions
3 Stars GGGBB
Ryan Paulson is a charming fellow. I went to catch him after he did a song for us at the volunteer kick-off party, and found the humourous tune of 'Jesus loves the little children but not the Muslims or the Jews' nicely subversive, so gave his show a shot. It was capable. Some songs had that nice bite, others really didn't have much to say. His life story bits, leaving his fundamentalist upbringing and going to gasp New York were interesting and even a little enlightening. After all was said and done, a capable, but not a stand-out, performance.

SuddenlyMommy, Perfectly Norma Productions
2 Stars GGGBB
A stand-up comedy act about balancing career and children... sadly, the insights were shallow and the laughs minimal. Okay, yes, I can understand how your precious children are just so gosh darned adorable that you can't help but be a doormat to them. But sympathy will only go so far when one suspects you really aren't doing them any favours.

Take You With Me, Aspen Switzer
4 Stars GGGBB
As I reflect back on the show, after hearing Dad's commentary about it, I am struck by a comment my Billet made about it: 'I don't think there was a man in that theatre who didn't leave the show without a bit of a crush on her'. At the time I thought that was a bit of an under-handed compliment to a degree, but as I reflect after hearing that Dad didn't think the music was anything to write home about, I wonder if some smittenness was a large factor in the appreciation of the show. I do still maintain that her folksy music was well-performed, and her audience banter was charming and endearing... even when she forgot her set-list and had to go off-stage to retrieve it, her charm made it funny, not aggravating. But, again, perhaps that was just the crush talking? Anywho, I still rate the show highly, potential bias understood and disclosed.

Time Boom, Time Boom Productions
2 Stars GGGBB
I am somewhat conflicted on the star rating for this one, in that favouritism does call to me to at least bump it up a space or so. But, nepotism aside, the show was a good first-try for a group of hobby actors. Some were stronger then others (one in particular was really quite good!), but the story was kinda plain, consisting of four 60's children reminising about how things were, and how badly thing have become, without any analysis about why or how things changed. But certainly not a terrible show, and I hope they give it another go next year!

The Accident, Epicworlds
3 Stars GGGBB
Jonno Katz does an alright job here, with some dancing, some light-work, but mostly telling a story of a young, wanna-be artist and his flaky brother, having run away from home and living their lives. The titular accident involves the young artist and his brother's fiance, with predictable results. The story kept a brisk pace, the characters were watchable, but all in all the show didn't do much for me. I didn't really like anyone presented (though the fiance was sympathetic, all-in-all), and I left the show thinking it was alright, but nothing better.

TheGoodThief, flaming locomotive
3 Stars GGGBB
This was a hit-and-miss show, for me. The performer did a great job, really nailing the character of a small-time thug thrust into mortal peril and moral ambiguity. The acting itself was really a sight to see! The story itself didn't really resonate, though. The character himself was unlikeable, but not so much that one really hated him... that, and with whatever sympathetic characters generally getting killed, it became somewhat desensitizing, where what happened on stage didn't really matter... it started cruel, it ended cruel, and any lightness in the middle just exasperated the messy human condition it presented without illumination or explaination. So high marks to the actor, low for the content.

The Mutant, The Weekly Armenian
2 Stars GGBBB
Wikipedia defines the interjection 'meh' as meaning an expression of apathy, indifference, or boredom. So yes. Meh. But I suppose I should elaborate. This show had, oh, five or so different sets of characters, all doing something different but equally rambling and fundamentally unimportant. There was the occasional bit that had some fire in it, which was then stamped down through tired repetition until nothing but banality remained.

The Secret Love Life of Ophelia, Theatre ABC
3 Stars GGGBB
The requisite Hamlet play of the festival... it wouldn't be theatre without it. This show was an interesting variant... basically a set of erotic letters between Hamlet and Ophelia, proclaiming their lust for each other prior to the start of the main Hamlet plot, then the complications that come about once that kettle of fish gets put to boil. The show itself started off kinda dull, and ended similarly, as they went over the standard Hamlet stuff we've heard a hundred times. But the middle, which really contained the whole point of the play, was well done and actually quite blush-worthy. (Yes, a manly-man am I.)

The Seven Lives of Louis Riel, PKF Productions
3 Stars GGGBB
Funny and historically enlightening... I'd probably give this a 4 star rating, but for some pacing problems that made me start to yearn for it to be over and done with. Ryan Gladstone does a good job describing the historically ambiguous Louis Riel, but his little gimmicks per each 'life' on display often fell somewhat flat, or diminished whatever facts were trying to be expressed. It was nice seeing it at the King's Head, though... they have really gone beyond what one would think of Pub Food, and the excellent meal before the show left me quite contented. (So would one call this then Fringe Dinner Theatre?)

Trashcan Duet, If You Can't Beat Em Productions
4 Stars GGGBB
I'm a big fan of Jayson Macdonald, he of Giant Invisible Robot fame, so catching this show was a given. Though I obviously didn't read up on it enough... he wrote it, he doesn't perform it. Regardless, the back and forth between the two characters is snappy and engaging, and both performers had excellent charm while playing some rather flawed individuals. I'm still not sure how the main guy got away with most of what he did without a restraining order against him... the fact he still stayed endearing was really a testiment to the strength of the dialog and the skill of the performers.

Treading Water, Scott Douglas
4 Stars GGGBB
I liked what this show tried to do. Starting off as a conventional one-person slice of life show, the performer realizes fairly quickly that his life really isn't interesting enough to merit such a show. As his self-consciousness increases, he starts using his Grandfather's experiences as a crutch, until finally another actor playing the Grandfather comes on stage and starts taking over the show. As the main character acknowledges the value of his own experiences, he is able to reclaim his show, while still honouring the fantastic life of his progenitor. The gimmick worked very well, I thought, and shook up the experience quite effectively.

Vaganza!, Sound and Fury
4 Stars GGGBB
The first Sound and Fury show I've seen, and came highly recommended. I definately understand the allure... those three are some funny guys. Vaganza was set in a vague Film Noir era, and played the tropes with humour and wit. The story was absurd but rightly so, the characters insane but not Malkavian, and the performers obviously have a great time doing what they are doing, and their energy is contagious. Look forward to catching them again!

*Whew*. Thirty-two shows, was it? If you count the repeats (intentional and... not...), thirty-seven. That was muchos Fringe. I will confess to being quite done with it for the year. It was a great time, but I need a rest now. Next year, certainly, I'm sure another grand time will be had.

But for now... me go sleepy time. *Thud*

- Paladinian

April 3, 2009

IconicPosted by Lukey. Status: Transitional.

*The website is in the usual disheveled state you have come to expect. The Webmaster is in the corner, packing myriad objects into various cardboard boxes of haphazard size. He looks up at you and greets you with a warm but stressed expression.*

Oh, hello again. I would do the usual apoligizing about having this space be so... sparse... with the corresponding implication that such directly reflects upon my own state of accomplishments. Such an assessment would in fact not be inaccurate, as far as important stuff like art and the like goes.

On the more dull domestic side, though, big things have been occurring! A house has been purchased! I am in the process of transitioning out of the apartment! So much Banking! So much Lawyering! But all that should now be behind me! Now, simply... so much packing! So very much packing! BOXES! I NEED MORE BOXES!

I am a fearsome boooooox ghooooooost! Ooooooooh! Fear me!

Beyond that... what else... well, just getting back from Phoenix counts, I suppose! Yup... trade show time again.

So, on that note... GREETINGS FROM PHOENiX!!!

Yes, I'll just get this out of the way: Phoenix was warm, sunny, and dry. Quite unlike Winnipeg's cold, snowy, flooding state of affairs. If it is any consolation, or at least deflects any green-eyed jealousy, know that I was indoors for the vast majority of my time here, so one wouldn't exactly say I was 'soaking up the rays'.

The trade show was alright, if a little sparce. One might even call it a bit lonely. Relatively small show, not a lot of people. Work-wise, I would count it a success... saw a couple suppliers and thingamathings that could be of great help. so hooray, not a fully wasted week.

Having the Hotel network (maybe) give my laptop a virus on the second day... that was less fun. Now I don't know for sure that it is a real virus... the computer is being as well behaved as is its default state, but the Symantic anti-virus is having conniptions here. I have a suspicion the complaining is just a false negative on the stuff the hotel uses to log that you've paid the daily internet fee. But... I don't want to be on it. So I disabled my lovely access to work e-mail. Which was painful... I wanted to keep abreast of things back home. Le sigh, as the french would say. (If they were feeling particularly silly. Which I shall presume to be the case. Because I HAVE THAT POWER.)

The city of Phoenix is kinda odd. They've got their own insignia, don't you know! And they put it EVERYWHERE. I mean seriously, *I* don't put my insignia as much places as Phoenix does. Now don't get me wrong, I can certainly empathize! It served a purpose! I definately never forgot that I was in Phoenix! No walking down the street and wondering where the Ypsi plant went! But its ubiquitousness was almost... militaristic... in a way? But perhaps that is but due to an association between eagle-like bird profiles and empires. It speaks perhaps to my own perceptions rather then the reality of the place.

I did not get killed in any drug violence, which was appreciated. Apparently that is somewhat a concern. An odd note: while there were no small amount of pan-handlers of various stripes, they were oddly passive. There were no feelings of threat or danger, compared to the aggressiveness often encountered in downtown Winnipeg, where I can't make the same claim. But again, perhaps my own biases are showing here. I freely admit that possibility.

Anyway... leisurely stuff. Not so much of it. Again... trade show. Took up most my time, and ending at 5 means most other places to see closed then themselves. Restaurants were by and large the only thing I did. And it bears mentioning that there were generally quite awesome, actually. This one place, Sam's Cafe, a Southwest fusion establishment, actually served me the second best steak I've had in my life. Best is still that Japanese restaurant in Ann Arbor. But the chile-rubbed sirloin at Sam's was *exquisite*. I'm not sure what I think about the fact that the tastiest steaks have so far been in the States. Isn't beef supposed to be a reasonably proficient Alberta export? Because so far they are coming up short. :(

As the show ended at noon here on Thursday, I did have the chance to stroll over to get some culture. Saw the Phoenix historical museum. Was historical. Went to the Science Centre. Was MUCH sCIENCE!!! Glee! It was by and large a kids-themed establishment, yes, but it was huge and it was full of awesome. Plus, they had a Star Trek exhibit! The relationship to SCIENCE!!! therein was tenuous at best, I've got to say. Was more theme park then place of learning. But they had a life-size mockup of the bridge of the USS Enterprise-D. Which you could walk around in. And was told to go ahead and have a seat in Picard's chair. IT WAS NEAT.

Oh, and there was a planetarium show about black holes. Narrated by John DeLacie (aka: Q). It was alright. Then they did a constellation thing, and the guide kept saying 'orientated' when she should have been saying "oriented". Had to muffle the urge to correct her loudly. Such is a place of SCIENCE! Defile not the learning of the youth with your poor grammar!

Awareness regarding relative darkness of pots and kettles vis-a-vis the topic of grammer correctness is already possessed. It need not be pointed.

Anyway, with that, the Phoenix trip was completed. There be the flight back. It be Westjet. It thusly be of minimal hassle. I remain quite fond of that entity.

But I ramble here. There remains packing to be done. Did I mention I now have a house? With things like keys! And floors! And sidewalks! So exciting!

- Paladinian

Nov. 24, 2008

IconicPosted by Lukey. Status: Land lubbing.

Greetings from one formerly on a boat!

It is I, the world traveler. Well, American traveler. Okay, North-and-Central-America traveler. But I was on an ocean, at least! That counts for something, right? I mean, I haven't crossed an ocean yet, but I still count for the 'traveler' achievement, right? Yes?

No?

Maybe?

Anyway. I'll confess I don't actually much feel like writing this... there is so much of it, and it kinda feels like a 'what I did on my summer vacation' assignment, which being still away from work and all, seems antithetical.

However, collecting some thoughts while they are fresh is likely for the best. And, you know, sociability. Maybe one of you are curious. I dunno.

Anywho... the trip. Left Wednesday. Flight was thankfully uneventful. Rental car was silly about adding Dad as a driver, but blargh. Hotel was near. We went to Outback Steakhouse for supper, at my suggestion. I consumed heartily of the Bloomin' Onion(tm). There was much rejoicing. (Yaaaa!)

Let it be known once again that I love that gosh darned onion. Dear mercy they are tasty. I am addicted to that damn onion. It calls me. It says 'Good day, mate. I'm an anthropomorphized Australian-themed battered and lightly seasoned fried onion served with a delightful orange dip. CONSUME ME.'

... when I put it that way, actually, that's kinda really freaky.

Moving on.

We went to Busch Gardens on Thursday. It was a Zoo / Amusement Park hybrid. Namely, rollercosters and nature habitats. It was *slick*. The animals looked happy. The roller coasters were the best of my life... easily. The Shiek'Ra ride was amazing... I actually got Mom to come with me. It takes you up to 200ft… dangles you... then drops at a 90-degree angle. Then it does it again, but this time you plunge through a castle tower, then twist around through a lake with the spray behind you... most awesome. We've got a picture. Mom looks like she wishes she hadn't gone. :)

Me? How do I look? Bald, mostly. This makes me sad.

Oh yes, and Mama-Luke, who presently is watching over my shoulder as I type this, says 'Hi!', and asks me to relay this to you. I thus do so. Obligations complete, I continue.

Friday, we went to Disney World, Epcot Center. I must say, this was fun, even without various Square-Enix characters running around in a weird crossover babbling on in some fashion or other about the daaaaahkness.

Oh yes, and Mom says Granny says "hi". But Granny is sitting next to me, and I didn't hear her say so. I don't think Mom should be putting words in her mouth like that. She may have no desire whatsoever to talk to you fine upstanding rapscallions after all. To imply such unilaterally, without her consent, is a tad presumptuous.

Mentioning this has resulted in Granny going ahead and affirming the greeting now. This she does in fact do most vigorously. So the above is no longer a false-hood, I suppose.

Oh, and Mom now also wants you to know for some reason that it is "sunny, sunny, sunny, here in Florida". Why she wants to taunt and torture you so I don't know. Perhaps she is mean. Such is uncharacteristic of her.

Also, perhaps she will let me get on with things here? Yes? :)

Okay. Epcot.

No, wait... calling me to board the plane. Should do that first.

Okay, I'm back. And my right ear doesn't want to de-pressurize. Glee. I got a throat infection second day of the cruise, and I guess it did make its way up the ear after all. Damn it, I love traveling, but this bleach sensitivity is *really* causing consternation. I brought my own darned sheets, towel, and pillow-case this time, which helped for a couple days, but sure enough, the bleach eventually concentrates enough to lay siege on my trachea, my immune system collapses, and there we go. Throat infection, cold sores, contact rashes. This portion of my physiology has ascended my Colbert-inspired 'On Notice' list at an alarming rate.

So it is likely quite understandable that I really, really look forward to sleeping in my own non-chlorinated bed. Grumble. Whine. Complain.

But back on to the itemization. Epcot was actually quite awesome. The ride through the dome was slick and creepy. They take your picture at some point. Later on they paste it on a cartoon figure to show your custom "world of tomorrow". Let it be known the facial edge tracking handles Tilley hats in a fascinatingly distorted way. :)

The Mission to Mars ride was amazing! Video Gary Sinese welcomed all us Mars Explorer candidates to the program, gave us missions (I was Commander), and then we got to hit buttons inside the 'spacecraft' as it spun us in the G-Force simulator and pretended we were launching to Mars. The G-Forces were quite impressive, and the button pushing (besides being generally fun because it involved pushing BRIGHT, ALLURING, DANGEROUSLY BLINKY BUTTONS) was an effective hook because raising your arms to do so really let you feel the effect of the spinning. I loved it!

The rest of the rides were okay. The 'Honey I Shrunk the Audience' 3D show was a dud... we first had to stand through a freakin' TWENTY MINUTE commercial for Kodak (the ride sponsor) before we could sit down for the show, which lasted 5 minutes before they stopped it and told us to leave, presumably because of technical difficulties. (Some of the real foreground pieces didn't really merge properly through the glasses.) Or, they just wanted us to go our and sit through that commercial again. Anyway, the whole thing pissed me off and filled me with disdain for Kodak. Raging Luke, grrr!

The World Pavilion was alright. Very touristy. That's its thing, yes, but still. The Canadian pavilion, unsurprisingly, denies that anything exists between Calgary and Toronto. We simply... don't... exist.

We did stay for the fireworks, which have something of a reputation of excellence. SWEET. MERCY. They were incredible. They had a barge in the lake whose job it was was to launch jets of fire halfway across the lake in time with the music. The heat and light off that was WOW. Then the LASERS came out. And the explosions. It was an experience.

And that was that for Disney World!

Saturday, we went to Universal Studios!

The Universal Studios park itself was mostly... blah... I'll confess. Though the Simpsons ride was quite, quite awesome, but made every single other member of the family badly motion sick. It was one of those simulator roller coasters... there is a dome screen above, and the cart does not roll but rather is on arms that pitch it in all directions. I imagine there was a lag between image and motion though, which did not make for happy stomachs.

The Jaws ride would really have needed alcohol to be anything but cheese. :)

The Mummy roller coaster was alright. There was fire. IMPRESSIVE fire. Like, fire crawling all over the ceiling not very far above our heads. I don't know how they were able to safety THAT.

Attached to Universal Studios was their Adventure Island park, which was far superior.

The Hulk rollercoaster was alright. Started out strong, petered out. The Spiderman ride was a technological marvel. Part roller coaster, part 3D film, it was surprisingly effective... it often seemed that video Spiderman, when he jumped on the cart, actually *was* right there in front of you. I wanted to salute the designers of that sucker.

The family enjoyed the Dudely Do-Right waterfall ride. I stayed behind, because it left you drenched in bleach. They loved it. Turned right around and took it again, in fact. I started getting ill just from proximity to the fumes. I did not appreciate my weakness in this area.

The Jurassic Park ride was well done. Good dinosaurs.

There was another rollercoaster by the name of ‘Dueling Dragons’ that was pretty good, and made everyone else in the family sick. Hurray for minimal susceptibility to motion sickness?

Sunday, we got on the ship. It was big. We had 26 of us on it.

It was quite awesome. :)

Settlers of Catan was a *big* hit... I think most of my out-of-town family are going to be buying it for Xmas gifts this year. :) Many Cruisers were quite curious about it, two other strangers actually recognized it. It was great fun... I'm so glad I took it.

I've got photographic evidence of them playing it too! No one can deny it! Mwahahaahhaah!

Anyway, the ship. It is odd... most people say the negatives go away with time and you remember the positives, but I find the further I get from the ship the more things I find that kinda bugged me. Let's stick on the positive for now, though. On the ship, it was awesome... as is expected on a cruise, gluttony was a trivial vice to indulge in. It was clean, there was always something to do, and the scenery was great. Plus, you know, being surrounded by 26 other wild and unbalanced Rawlukians made it a lively affair. :)

Oh, and I bought art! In an auction sale! It is pretty! One piece came with me, the other two through Fed-Ex later. Exciting and luxurious! It is a pity the auctioneer ended up jerking my chain as much as he did after the sale... damned used car salesman. But that is a long, rambling and uninteresting story that isn't wrapped up yet, so I shall pass on elaboration at this time.

The excursions were slick. I hit:

Key West: Went Kayaking amongst the mangroves. The guide would periodically reach down and pull up some critter of some variety. The sun was bright, the water calm, and the area teaming with life. Great fun! And I never capsized! Not even once! It felt like camp, but, you know... better! Not having hecklers from shore saying how much you suck makes a great difference when it comes to enjoying water sports!

Belize: Poor country. Impoverished country. Depressing countryside. Excursion was Cave-Tubing. AWESOME. We hiked through the forest with an inner tube, our guide dropped us into a slow moving river that cut through a series of caves, gave us a headlight. Amazingly beautiful and fun. Saw some bats. Felt the urge to sing the 'Batty Batty Bat" song... grudgingly resisted it. Likewise, I with some lamentation chose not to adopt their visage and fight crime. Best excursion of the trip.

Guatemala: Poor, but much better off then Belize. Went to see some Archeological Ruins there, which had neat history-pillars describing the goings-on of the Kings of the area. (Being Mayan, such generally involved cutting off heads or plucking out hearts, but them's the burdens of royalty, I suppose.) On the bus ride there, I sat next to a nice old lady from the Air America group who were also on the ship with us and apparently reaffirmed the popular wisdom that Canadians know much more about American politics then most Americans do. Apparently pedagoguery helps now and then. Go Canada?

Mexico: Tourist trappy. Obnoxious and pushy merch sellers were pretty much the state of affairs. Went to see more Mayan ruins, this time the pyramids and the like. They were alright, I suppose... I enjoyed the Guatemalan more. Plus, our tour guide in Guatemala was so enthusiastic it really livened up the tour, whereas our guide here was mostly... sleepy. Bleh. The relatives who like either shopping or beaches had a blast, so the stop wasn't a bust, but was probably the weakest of the stops, in my instance.

Being off the ship now, it is odd, but standing in place, or sitting on a chair, and I keep feeling like the ground is moving. It is funny how 7 days on a ship can affect one's autonomous systems. It's kinda neat feeling. Of course, much of this could be from that damned ear pressure equalization failure messing with my inner ear. Always possible. Oh, and its time to board again. Better pack up...

And, I'm back, its the next day. Got my pictures developed... not too many shots of my fingers, thankfully. Ran into Matthew in the mall, whereupon he seemed uncomprehending and uncomfortable when I intercepted him to say hello... I am hoping I have not somehow, while on the ship, crossed into an alternate reality whereupon none of you people actually know me, and are still scratching your heads wondering at this weird rambling spam you got in your mail box while being puzzled about when I'll finally get to the point about telling you about the Nigerian prince I know who needs help getting his money out of the country. Or perhaps in this reality it is Connecticut princes who do that? I dunno. It is an odd, snow-coloured world out there. Anything could be the case.

Sleeping in my own bed felt very nice. My throat has relaxed quite a bit, and the ears aren't 100% but very bearable. One more day off, then back to the grind. On that note, after I send this out, I guess I should check the ol' work e-mail again... managed it once in Tampa, but couldn't manage such from the ship.

Oh yes, internet service on the ship. TERRIBLE. I know they have to use the satellite communication for networking at sea, but charging 75 cents a minute for service that was down for half the trip and then worse-then-modem the rest of it was insulting. Printing services never did get their 'out of order' signs taken down. MS Veendam IT Officer, I call you out, sir! (Yes, that is an official officer position. They get their own shoulder swirlies for it and everything.) You have been derelict in your duties! I recommend... the plank.

While I vent... let it be known that the Veendam was *not* a non-smoking vessel. And the Internet Cafe was near the casino. And opposite the casino was one of the major hallways which lead to, well... most everything. To bypass it you would have to climb to another deck, cross, then come back down. You would want to bypass it because it STANK of smoke. This did not assist with the already labourously over-mentioned bleach situation.

There was a jewelry shop that deck as well. Didn't mean much to me. Mom is pretty sure she caught the clerk there rigging the incentive draw. (Buy something worth blah, get a ticket, end of cruise, they draw a ticket, if person with ticket is there when they do it, they get prize. Or, in this case, have clerk look into box, fish out a specific ticket, declare that person the winner, say tough luck to everyone else standing around. Fix! Fix!) I asked her whether she reported it, she said no, they wouldn't do anything and she can't *prove* it, anyway. I tell her I am disappointed with that course of action. She shrugs, says it isn't a big deal. I think she just doesn't want it tainting the memory of the cruise and wants to drop it, so I'll oblige.

So, anything else? Looking up through the novel it appears I have written, I'd have to say... yes, but I'll spare you from it. Suffice it to say it was great to see the relatives, the theme parks and excursions were quite the experience, I'm sad my brother couldn't go, I feel sorry for how utterly exhausted the child-wielding relatives were, I was kinda uncomfortable with the feeling that the Philippino / Indonesian crew acted more like *servants* then *employees*, most of the on-ship merchants were varyingly corrupt, I do not photograph well, it was kinda depressing to have my cabin only to myself, the water and waves were awesome, and I would do the whole thing again. In a couple years, at least. :)

- Paladinian

Aug. 8, 2008

IconicPosted by Lukey. Status: Elderly.

*You arrive to a scene. The area all around you is a plain of lush but unkempt grass. All, that is, but for the rickety old wooden house looming unsteadily before you. An old man sits near it upon an ancient rocking chair, half-asleep, before being roused by your presence. He squints one runny eye and starts shaking his cane vigorously towards you with trembling, degenerate arms. The pathetic sight seems dedicated to making statements about his lawn and darned kids staying off it, but midway through the Webmaster loses interest in the joke and resignedly flops back into the chair. The scenery subtly shifts back to the glaring yellow and black of the website, slowly enough for you to avert your eyes and spare yourself the discomfort of retina burns. He takes off the comically long wizard beard he had been wearing as prop and tosses it to the corner, where it takes on the shape and demeanor of an agitated squirrel. He greets you.*

Sorry about that. It was perhaps more amusing the first dozen times I claimed the scene. I think I'm about done with it. *He points disinterestedly at the nearby calendar. You see one date marked with large, ominous circles, and a series of "X"s preceding it, through it, and now overtaken it.* Yes, the day has come and has gone, and I now number amongst the ranks of the tridecadians.

It is odd, this. I must confess, in the increasingly ancient past, when Trollman made reference to a profound melancholy upon surpassing the age of which ADVENTURE! (and, possibly, Super-Powers?) most commonly affected story characters of interest, I found myself... not unsympathetic, no... but not quite fully understanding of the full depth of the emotion? I did not feel the same temporal restrictions of potential then. There felt to be still plenty of time for reinventation! Adventure! Transformation!

I believe, now, to understand the sentiment rather more completely... the point of such transgression was simply translated further along the time axis for me, I suppose. There is indeed now the melancholy of realization that many of the dreams and potentials (fantastic or not) of the yesterdays are now locked in near-geologically dense strata of inertia and banality.

It is not a focus on time, it needs to be said. The year making its circuit has no inherent physicallity. Midnight did not carry some glamour of my being away, leaving some old banal husk to slowly wither and die, empty and consequenceless. No, rather, it is the understanding and acceptance that any schemes or hopes I had vaguely clung to... it is not that they aren't possible, it is that I accept that their realization has failed simply due to their inability to motivate lasting changes. If the shoe fits, wear it, as they say... or, I would infer, the corollary, if the shoe doesn't fit, don't expect your feet will instead give in. I am me. Hopes based on being someone else... no, more accurate to say rather on being me but more than me... argh... I lose focus in word-talking. Suffice it to say I've got to instead focus on finding what will work for me, now, not what alternate me might work best later.

It is a focus smaller in scope but one I still find painfully indefinite. That relationship efforts have been most fundamentally unsuccessful is a given. Whatever I'm doing now, it ain't working. So what change? Internet Dating Sites? I suppose that is a valid tool, but one which fills me with a skittering dread and apprehension. I had hopes for Fringe volunteering as possible social exposure, and really, I can't complain about my experiences therein... the Fringe was a great experience. It really had me feeling like a member of society, rather then someone tapping away at a computer in the background, observing from empty, distant safety. But in terms of "meeting someone", no, not so much that. But there has been claims made by others that interests directed upon my person pass by obliviously. So who knows?

Conversely my efforts to discern possible alternate career paths of greater social consequence and personal fulfillment come up blank. I am too socially awkward to be a cop... teacher... psychologist. Too unfit and cold-adapted to be a fireman. Too non-violent, and too much a free-thinker to be military. Too uncharismatic to be political... besides, I generally presume that if Dr. Bill indicates that he would never vote for me, the reasons are most certainly sound and should be heeded. The artistic fields held interest, but it is undeniable now that it proves too difficult to motivate myself for my own purposes. And I get too needy on feedback... really, too needy to an unhealthy degree. No, my contribution to the artistic fields is probably only achievable in the support role aspect, not so much the lead (though attaching oneself to a talent seems disturbingly lamprey-like and proves a pathetic, discomforting image).

Perhaps simply "Lifeing" it at the current establishment should be accepted (presuming they hang on to me for such an extent)? There are much worse fates. Should I accept the career state and focus on the relationship ambitions? Or continue to puzzle out the career question and trust that somehow the relationship issue will resolve itself on its own? Increasingly, such seems the indulgent choice.

Argh, I don't know. I've got to think on it more. But increasingly I suspect I just don't have the head for it.

Anyway, I think this has been perhaps enough rambling and navel gazing for one post. Thank you for indulging me! I should presume it to be your birthday gift to me! And a most generous gift indeed! I am most fortunate indeed!

May existance prove most agreeable to you!

- Paladinian

July 25, 2008

IconicPosted by Lukey. Status: Fringed!

*The webmaster looks a tad fatigued when you enter, though of an up-beat temperment. He waves you over with a battered, well-used Fringe Program.* Hello! Hello! Here we are, with the third and final set of reviews for this year's Fringe. I'll count later, but I do believe there are darned near thirty of them over the run.

Wow.

So... yes? I did rather enjoy the festival, one might indeed infer, and so inferred, but content at your correctness!

So let us divest the mental facilties of spooling memorandums, and place them here for all to see!

Paladinian's 2008 Winnipeg Fringe Festival Reviews, Part 3!

A Brief History of Petty Crime, The Roodie Pancake
3 Stars GGGBB
Jimmy Hogg relays stories of ne'er-do-wellness back in the UK... shoplifting, stealing mail, driving without a license. Those stories were engaging, if somewhat also hackle-raising, at least as far as the Lawful centres of my brain were concerned. The weakest point of the performance, though, was the tendency to quickly and easily get side-tracked into often humours but often over-long aside ramblings with the audience. Such was quirky and entertaining, yes, but got to the point of excessiveness, I found.

African Folk Tales with Erik de Waal, YAP Theatre
4 Stars GGGBB
Once or twice a festival I do try and see a Kids Fringe show, simply to experience the whole spectrum (or near-about) of stories so presented. This show was certainly Kids Fringe, with puppets and the sort of stories that repeats itself constantly, as is best with the kids, who enjoyed the experience greatly. Erik de Waal did a great job relaying some foreign but ultimately familiar stories to the kids. It is funny, though... I enjoy going to the shows, and seeing the shows, but walking out of the theatre, flanked on all sides by people a quarter my height, does tend to lead to some feelings of awkwardness.

a girl's guide to chaos, Your Face Rings A Bell
3 Stars GGGBB
This show was basically a theatrical episode of Sex and the City. But it was a good one, at least. I liked, at least, that they did have male representation... the girls would go into a rant about how there are no men anywhere (at least straight and single), which is a theme often expressed which tends to upset certain unnamed individuals of such persuassion. Then, the next scene would have the male character expressing the male counter-point (which is essentially identicle). The contrast, rather then just holding to one-sided proclamations, worked very well. A good, if kind of oft-tred, presentation.

Boom, IL Productions
5 Stars GGGBB
I enjoyed this play greatly, and to a surprising degree. Andew Connor performed a great deal of roles in this story of a professional bomb-maker's life in a dying town, and he gave them such individually and life I actually perceived them as seperate individuals, rather then one actor skipping around back and forth. The story had me clutching my chin in interest, wondering where it would go and enjoying the passage greatly. Which is odd, because I'm not sure the concept itself was terribly deep... the choices between following our heart and our wallet is basically what it all came down to... but regardless, I had great fun here.

Busty Rhymes with MC Hot Pink, Penash Productions
3 Stars GGGBB
Meh. This ended up being the only spoken word poetry / rapping show I caught this year, and it fell kind of flat. (Flat, oh, mercy, I'm such a cad.) I found Penny Ashton's New Zealand stories stories more engaging then the stories that make her primary narrative, namely the state of voluptuossness and its relation to the dating circuit. But, perhaps it was simply the early afternoon showing that brings up much of the complaint... a higher energy, higher enthusiasm crowd might have fed greater appreciation.

Circumference, Awkward Moment Productions
4 Stars GGGBB
Amy Salloway is a talented performer. Her show this year, Circumference, is a weight-loss, body image, gastric-bypass questing exploration of her life. It was funny, sad... very sad, actually... and very emotionally powerful.

Die Roten Punkte - SUPER MUSIKANT, Tobias & Bartholomew
5 Stars GGGBB
Die Roten Punkte is a parody punk band from Germany and very, very talented. Their music was great, their charisma was fantastic, and their show extremely funny. I lament I did not have the money on hand to buy their lion robot shirt. Perhaps the internet shall provide therein. Anyway, a fantastically entertaining show!

Fear of a Brown Planet, Third Man
4 Stars GGGBB
Nile Seguin is a funny, funny man. His stand-up comedy show, hooked onto the theme of race and the entertainment industry, was insightful and often hilarious. His final "theatre" bit didn't really work on me in the intended thought-provoking sense (I don't feel pre-conceived notions about characters described in three or four word descriptions are an unreasonable expectation), but the stories and anecdotes were engaging and even a tad enlightening.

Manners for Men, Screwed & Clued
3 Stars GGGBB
Mercy. This is a hard one to rate. On the one hand, this story about a sad sack british man living with his mother was highly, highly depressing. His mother, who he looks after with touching dedication, berates him cruely. The world treats him as a punching bag. The casual cruelty done to this character had me stewing in my seat. On the other hand, the performance was excellent... it would have to be to elicit such emotions. So, yes, three stars may simply be spiteful on my part. But it is the next day, it was my last show at Fringe this year, and I still feel upset, so, yes, someone's got to pay.

Mortem Capiendum, Four Humors Theater
4 Stars GGGBB
A traveling medicine show with a touch of true, death-defying mystism. The performers were highly engaging, the content often left one with a shocked sinking feeling, and chalk another victory up for death. I wanted to shout at the characters "No, you fools! Don't agree to let him out if he doesn't take you! That is the best thing that could happen to your cursed asses right now!" But of course, the comeupance is delivered. Sigh. Fictional characters just don't read enough stories.

Perseus and Medusa, Struts and Frets Players
4 Stars GGGBB
Another Kids Fringe show, this one was aimed at a somewhat older audience, and had much more for the adults then, say, African Folktales. The Players did a great humourous rendition of the Greek Myth... the performers were talented and skilled, with the only week point when the youngest of their number had Hermes do an Athena rap, which I didn't find terribly well done. But the rest had great charisma and charm, and I enjoyed greatly.

Retail, M.P.M.M Productions
3 Stars GGGBB
Ahh, working retail. That most trying of professions. Joel Passante tells an engaging story here about the year-as-seen-by-retail, and the people he encounters therein. Much of my Wal-Mart time in particular resonated. He had a good (if sometimes stiff) presentation, and was both funny and sympathetic. The happy ending, where he acknowledges how much he loves his job, though, may have been sincere, but didn't really flow seemlessly into the narrative, feeling kind of put in because he didn't want people focusing after the show on why he bothers to stick through it all.

Scratch, Rapid Fire Theatre
4 Stars GGGBB
Hmm. Another difficult one to rate. Perhaps consider this a high 3? 3.75, maybe? The show was of much amusment, yes. Ended up being the one Improv show I saw this year, if my memory does not fail me. Except that, apparently, the content was a fixed up retelling of a previous show's material, made good. I guess... I don't know... they thought they could do better a second time? Anyway, the performers were clever, the hodge-podge story was certainly odd, and a good time was had. But I'm not sure where Improv and pre-scripted started and ended...

She rules with IRON STICKS, Petit Point Productions
3 Stars GGGBB
Ahh, the world of competitive baton twirling. An existance I, fraknly, hadn't been terribly acquainted with before. But I am now... fear my enlightenment! Mwahaahahahaah! Hurm. Anyway. Brigette DePape is adorable here, telling a story of competition, growing up, and geeky passion for the unconventional. (In this case, iron twirlly sticks, which, yes, twirlled most impressively.

The Further Adventures of Antoine Feval, chris Gibbs
5 Stars GGGBB
Ahh, Chris Gibbs. Hard to go wrong with Mr. Gibbs. He did not disapoint this year, with a sequel to a previous year's show (Coincedentally enough, Antoine Feval), which I had not seen, but did not appear to matter as far as enjoyment of this show required. The story was engaging and had a great but powerfully subtle humour, and had me engaged through the whole sixty minutes.

Whew. Quite the adventure. So many stolen little experiences! So much interaction with unfamilar individuals! One might even so mistake me for an actual human individual existing within a society of other humans!

The fools! Little do they know! Oh, so little do they know! Mwahahahahahahahaha!

Um... actually, strike that last bit. All's good here. Just us humans, all doing human things. *cough*. Yeeeeah. Yuuuup.

*The webmaster folds his hands in his lap and looks around with feigned casual disinterest. He seems content to keep this up for a while, so you eventually take your leave and are on your merry way.*

*Or... do you?*

...

- Paladinian

July 21, 2008

IconicPosted by Lukey. Status: Still Fringing!

*There are a great deal of performance programs laying around as you re-enter the website. The webmaster is browsing through them while stroking his goatee in faux-scholar fashion. He sees you enter and collects himself.* And, hello once more. I have a new set of review for you below. I shall be glad to unburden them from my active memory... seeing many Fringe shows in short order is great, yes, but does tend to disrupt one's sleep. Specifically, I refer to the state of overwhelming one's nightly cerebral task of daily experience archival processing such that one repeatedly wakes up from thinking too hard.

But there are worse states then an over-abundance of experiences, artificial though they may be. But enough of that... on with reviewing.

Paladinian's 2008 Winnipeg Fringe Festival Reviews, Part 2!

Boat Load, Stars and Hearts
4 Stars GGGBB
From he of Giant Invisible Robot fame, Boad Load is a story of a struggling actor facing an agonizing choice: his career, or his cat. Jayson McDonald puts in another excellent show, and best of all, made Meg's hat a star. The acting was great, the material engaging, but I will confess I did prefer Giant Invisible Robot more... this show tried for the emotions, and in other performances probably hits a home run, but on my showing the circuit just didn't seem to want to close, making a full five stars feel... off.

Evil Doers, TLS Theatre
2 Stars GGGBB
Meh... kind of. This play was a collection of renditions on various submitted stories to the writer on what people consider, and have experienced as, evil. Some work better then others. Some, unfortunately, had the audience giggling inappropriately at some rather absurd scenes. The actors did well enough with kind of sketchy material, but the thesis didn't go very deep.

Mr. Fox, Chipped Paint Productions
5 Stars GGGBB
Greg Landucci, of Dishpig fame, is back with another show, this time about his time Foxing as a mascot in Vancouver. I will confess, I found Dishpig more poignant... Mr. Fox was certainly full of wild and crazy and funny stories about an odd career, but one got less of a sense about its impact in his life as a whole. It was still hilarious, though, and filled with the energy and enthusiasm I get such a kick out of seeing on stage.

Phil the Void: Comedy over Quanlity, Phil the Void
4 Stars GGGBB
Phil put on a great stand-up show here. Smart, topical, humble and scruffily charismatic, he has a certain Carlin-esque quality to his show which, not unsurprisingly, is a little bit about everything and nothing and whatever seems to occur to him at the time. Much hilarity did ensue.

See Bob Run, Imagine That Productions
4 Stars GGGBB
This show was certainly, as the program blurb mentions, gripping. As the truth of Roberta (Bob)'s life is revealed in the course of her hitchhiking, the venue goes dead quiet, as people (myself included) start realizing exactly what happened to her to cause her flight. Mercy... powerful stuff.

Take It Back, Solid State Breakdance
5 Stars GGGBB
Wow... as most people who know me can attest me plus dance does not equal obvious appreciation. I do like to think I have matured somewhat on this front, though. (Ironically enough, facilitated through INC Frosty machinima music videos. Mercy, video game dancing. I am such a geek.) Anyway. The show in question was fantastic. The athletisism was astounding, particularly from the two male leads, whose spins and twirls and flips were a sight. Quite the enjoyable swing-breakdance-fusion spectacle!

Teaching the Fringe, Doctor Keir Co.
5 Stars GGGBB
Full disclosure: I may be not completely unbiased here. I am, after all, listed in the Thank You portion of the program. Oh, and as an aside on this point, by the way: SQUEE!!! *The webmaster takes a moment to collect his shattered dignity and continue.* Er-hem. Yes. Anyway, Doctor Cutler is back with an autobiographical show about the fallout from his previous year's show, Teaching as you Like It, and the letter which he received claiming it advocated and encouraged exploitation of minors. The show is about the letter, his reactions to it, and general philosophising about theatre and performing in general. Funny, engaging, definately a show any proclaimed Fringer will enjoy experiencing.

Totem Figures, Big Sandwich Productions
5 Stars GGGBB
Ahh, it would not be the Fringe, it seems, without a nice TJ Dawe show to mark its presence. The show this year was, as at this point pretty much goes without saying, engaging, entertaining, and thought provoking. The thesis this year focused on essentially one's personal external avatars... symbols, people, myths, stories. I could easily relate, having long ago used my personal symbols to both evaluate the present and analyze the past. Probably, actually, long past the point of navel gazing. But enough on that. The show was of the aforementioned expected craftsmanship, and definately a worthwhile hour and a half.

The Aethernomicon, The Watch & Spectacle Puppet Co.
4 Stars GGGBB
Puppets! Lovecraftian horrors! A great combination! This show was very quirky, novel, and actually something of a painful reminder how much Jim Henson is missed... the puppets were certainly not in the Muppet style, but comparisons can't be avoided. The only thing keeping me from giving this 5 stars is that the pacing is, sadly, often slow, lingering at times in ways that feel really more like time sinks then flavour. But otherwise, quite the experience.

Wild Abandon, Theatre Serendipity
2 Stars GGGBB
Meh. I will confess, this play proved something of a clunker... Rachelle Fordyce did an alright job as a troubled, duck-egg-tending death-focused teen, but the material itself felt aimless and, sadly, lacking any clear message except that bad stuff happens, people are cruel, and people are messed up. Whys and solutions (except for the unsatisfactory final one) aren't really addressed.

And such ends the second batch! Part number three, coming on Friday! Upon which... Ai-Kon! Woot!

And then, you know, back to work. Less woo. But still one week of vaction! Well, 6 days now! Can't complain about that!

- Paladinian

July 18, 2008

IconicPosted by Lukey. Status: Fringing!

*You arrive as the webmaster is in the process of donning a bright white volunteer t-shirt. A volunteer badge is placed around his neck with an audible ting. He turns to face you.* Greetings and salutations, all. As might be apparent, this year I have gone full Fringe and am volunteering. So far, several shifts in, it has been most enjoyable! But enough of that for now. Let's squeeze some reviews in before I have to head back into the fray.

Paladinian's 2008 Winnipeg Fringe Festival Reviews, Part 1!

Glory Days, Prairie Boy Productions
5 Stars GGGBB
Rod McDonald is a fantastic storyteller, and in this show he continues to not disappoint. The scenario is an old professional champion boxer and the telling of his life story, triumphs and tragedies. Much like I remarked for last year's show, the content itself is not exactly unexplored, but is Mr. McDonald's wonderfully emotional presentation that makes it such a powerful piece. I was certainly moved, and couldn't help but tear up. Yes, a bastion of *manliness* am I.

House, PKF Productions
4 Stars GGGBB
I'm not weird. He's weird. I'm f*cked up. You are *born* weird. One *gets* f*cked up. House, not to be confused with the angry doctor on TV, is a show I've had a hard time classifying. Part Kids In The Hall sketch, part psychotic episode, and all together a funny but deeply sad story. The character has problems... unreal, bizarre problems... which make his frustration and anger understandable. What really hit me was his fundamental *sadness*, though. Expertly done.

How to Fake Clinical Depression, Daydream Productions
5 Stars GGGBB
This show about Steven Marrocco's experiences pretending to be depressed so as to earn money gaming an anti-depressant study was fascinating. Marrocco has great stage charisma. His story is interesting and, for one as apprehensive about brain chemistry (and pharmaceutical manipulation therein), the vivid descriptions of how his moods changed where fascinating.

Inflatable Buddha: Bigger than Jesus, Hammer & Tongue
3 Stars GGGBB
A talented musical... um... how do they call it... worldfolkpunkskifflecabaret band, from the UK. The music was great, with great and diverse instruments. my show, though, didn't seem to mix the vocals in as well... or perhaps I just had trouble with the accents, but it proved difficult to discern the lyrics, which (being also a philosophical band) made much of the meat somewhat... distant? The tunes were still catchy enough for me to pick up their CD, perhaps a quiet environment will better reveal that aspect of it.

Morro and Jasp do Puberty Up Your Nose (and in your toes) Productions
4 Stars GGGBB
This was, simply put, a menstration theme play. I will confess, I only really saw it because I was ushering that shift, so I kind of had to. But, no worries... the performance, though of content I really can't relate to, was expertly done. Morro and Jasp are fantastic clown performers, full of energy and charisma. Probably a show meant more for the ladies, yes, but still, a great performance, and a great show.

Old Growth, Acky-Made
4 Stars GGGBB
This was... hmm... hard to really sum up, actually. The story is about two young musicians... okay, hippies, really... and their forest pilgrimage. The actors put on a powerful performance. The play itself was meaty, and unsettling. I'm not sure the male nudity was truly necessary, though. Definitely the most FRINGE show I think I've ever seen, and is absolutely perfect for the festival. And I most definitely concur that the environment is not David Suzuki, but we wish it was.

The Fogger, The Charles Nelson Reilly Players
2 Stars GGGBB
Meh. The story was local, and close to my consciousness... Winnipeg Mosquito fogging and Malathion spraying. Wolsely protestors. The story of a fogger and his wife and their... television? The play was quirky, yes, but the presentation was uneven and inexperienced. It also seemed over-fond of talking about our culture of fear, without offering any solution or advice on overcoming it. I found myself hoping it would dive into the deep end, but stayed firmly in the shallows.

The Movies (abridged), Wolf Productions
4 Stars GGGBB
A good ensemble comedy show here, with Rob Gee and others I am less familiar with telling a story of a video store, the people within, and their show-within-a-show. The jokes were quick and effective, though the celebrity impersonations weren't always easily identifiable. Cultured? No. Amusing pop-culture romp? Yes. (Oh geez, did I just say *romp* in a review? Mercy, I'm a fraud.)

The Road Less Gravelled, outport productions
3 Stars GGGBB
This show is a great, Vinyl-Cafe reminiscent historical, slice-of-life story about growing up in the Maritimes. It was fascinating... Wanda Carroll is indeed a charismatic, charming story-teller. I'm having trouble figuring out why I'm not more enthusiastic about the show... perhaps the fault lies in an empathy fault on my end? I do know I highly recommend it, especially for anyone who grew up without running water or toilets, from which I am certain furious, giggling laughter will freely result.

Still a lot to do! Three volunteer shifts down, three to go. Saturday is a big see-shows-with-the-gang day, which I am quite enthused about.

Perhaps I shall ramble more about generalities later. Enough to get the above out for now, I think. Fringe well, eh?

- Paladinian

June 24, 2008

IconicPosted by Lukey. Status: Ooooooh.

*The webmaster walks by you, oblivious to your presence with something in hand, when suddenly he catches your eye and casually greets you. His spirits seem perhaps a bit better then last you saw him.* Oh, hello there. I didn't expect to see you again so soon.

*He gestures at the picture in his hand.* Strange and unbelievable as it is, there's actually something new to see here. Weird, that. And it isn't much... hardly anything, really. But anything's better then nothing, I suppose.

Go check it out under the newest entry of the POV-Ray section!

Also... less then a month to Fringe! So exciting!

- Paladinian

June 10, 2008

IconicPosted by Lukey. Status: Blargh.

*The webmaster tiredly walks onto stage, seemingly disinterested in any grand production.* Not much really to say here. Suffice it to say the December's foray into the wilderness did not go well.

One would even be so accurate as to acknowledge that it was an outright failure. No productive violence bears mentioning.

*The webmaster breathes a sigh of vague pungent hopelessness.* But, whatever. I'm little interested in going on about it. But, I did see a show a couple days back. It was neat. Perhaps I shall review it for you?

Video Games Live 3 Stars GGGBB

Video game music as performed by the Winnipeg Symphony Orchestra! Being a fan of A) Culture, and B) Video Games, it seemed a fit like unto the adding of chocolate to milk, or even more optimally, strawberry to rhubarb. So, did it work?

Yes and no. The music itself was indeed awesome. There is something truly epic (if, yes, silly) about a full choir chanting SEPHIROTH!!! in the One Winged Angel rendition. Got nothing bad to say about the music. The other kruft? Well, the cosplayers were cute! The host... kind of obnoxious? The crowd? Both enthused (Good!) and frat-boy-rowdy (Tiresome! And get off my lawn!).

The first and second act bits where they had some audience members come up to play Space Invaders and Frogger quickly grew old, I found. I had the grand urge to yell out get back to the music!, as some of my less restrained fellow humans did actually did.

Anyway, I'm glad I was able to finally attend, after many occasions of ending up in a city while travelling only to have the show occur immediately before or after my stay! The tantalizing fruit of music was dangled in front of me for so long, it feels good to finally grasp it in my teeth for a juicy but perhaps somewhat empty meal.

And that's about that, I suppose. Only other thing of note: I've gotten my Fringe 2008 Volunteer Schedule! Exciting and stressfull! First time volunteering... I hope I don't screw it up too badly!

Only a week, though! I have confidence, at least, that work will permit me that! Two? Um... we'll see.

- Paladinian

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