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

a little gift of my genetic inheritance
a little gift of my genetic inheritance

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. []

2 thoughts on “but now it's full of evil clowns

    1. Even better, each finger as three phalanges! (I am mighty!) (But not alone in that particular attribute.) (Which does somewhat make the mightiness…less mighty.)

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