but now it's full of evil clowns

Last night, on a whim inspired by a co-worker's recommendation, I saw Vigilantelope's "Tale of the Golden Lease".

When the lights came up on the opening dance sequence, I knew I was going to like the show. But from Pluto's first line, I knew I was going to love it. And, oh, how right I was.

Easily the best $20 I've spent all month. In fact, easily the best $20 I've spent in a long, long time.1

See that swollen bruise discolouring the middle phalanx of my middle finger? That's from a burst blood vessel. What, you might ask, did I do to burst a blood vessel so thoroughly? The answer, rather surprisingly and inexplicably, is NOTHING AT ALL.

I kid you not. Sitting on the tram, hands resting innocuously in my lap, when all of a sudden there's a maddening itch and I look down and the middle finger is bright red and bruising before my eyes. It's a little trick I inherited from my mother. I suppose I could put a positive spin on it, and call it a superpower, but it doesn't strike me as a particularly useful one.2

1. That being said, after a month of two or more comedy festival shows every week, I am actually officially ready for the comedy festival to be over. [↩]
2. This is not, for those of you who keep track of my sporadic twitter stream, the same finger I cut on a peanut. [↩]