So far

Unfortunate Woman: 4&1/2 stars
Pornstar: 4 stars
Jolly Roger: 3&3/4 stars
Serve: no comment

I will be seeing Felix Listens to the World, Never Swim Alone and Soul Mate next. I can pretty much recommend Never Swim Alone and Soul Mate before even having seen them as they have some of Edmonton's best in them. I would've really liked to see Bonhoeffer, but it was sold out the only night I could see it so no luck for me.

I realize these Fringe blogs are really quite boring to those not from the city, but this is what my life right now. I'm still working on what to do with this blog after Fringe is over. I could make it an "all sex" blog but come on, even the british call girls can't write about sex in every blog. Mind you, I still have a lot to say about that topic. Perhaps I'll Highness-it-up and just make a seperate blog for sex rants. Plus, though Squirrel Boy (aka Sexy Grandpa) hasn't found it yet, he does know this space exists and apparently isn't quite comfortable with having his performances up on the web - though he really should want the world to know about them, trust me. Gah.

Sorry, where was I?

Right, what to do with the blog.

I started doing some creative writing stuff and a wee bit of erotica with sp last november and I kinda liked it, but not sure if I can do that but perhaps will give it a shot. There's also the all-consuming belly dancing thing, but frankly I'm not sure I can spend even more time thinking about it. What with this, the belly dancing, work, Scotland, and dating (not to mention dating someone who has a daughter I still have not met yet) makes for lots to think about that is distracting me from the fucking thesis that I am now convinced is never going to get finished.
Oh well. It'll all work itself out. I have faith.

Happy Fringing!

oh good god, don't see Serve.

Obnoxious and amateurish have reached new levels. And the show sold out. What is this world coming to?

Well folks, money and time are limited so I've only gone to two Fringe shows thus far but they've both been pretty good. Here's the start of my usual "must see" fringe blogs.

An Unfortunate Woman starrs Nicola Gunn, who is pretty much the most fabulous actress on the face of the earth, however the script...well it might have been that it was a late show and I was exhausted, but it left a wee bit to be desired. Her acting was fucking flawless.

Jonno Katz, the New Zealand comedian that I pay twice each year to see in order to experience very nearly peeing my pants is back this year and the show is very good. Which was a disappointment for me as he went from show 1: Unbelievably amazing! to show 2: Really fucking great! However if this is your first Jonno show, the Jolly Roger is probably going knock your sox off.

Off to see more tonight - the rain has made it so I'm not dancing (wet belly dancing outfits are just gross) so I will try and catch at least two shows tonight. Let's hope I have more for you later.

I was waiting somewhat patiently for a burger at the new joint next to Funky Pickle Pizza and was confronted by something which sort of had me befuddled for a moment: I was in a locally owned establishment watching the plasma tv on their wall waiting for my burger and not one, not two, but THREE McDonald's ads came on while I was waiting. The owners might want to think about that. Say I had not been waiting for my burger, but instead waiting in line to order my burger and the ad for the cheaper and more efficient burger joint came up...I don't know, just doesn't seem like good marketing is all.

On the other hand, having the plasma tv playing while you're waiting in a burger joint is a perk you ain't gonna find at McDonalds.

Having to go and apply for yet another student loan tomorrow. I am disheartened by the prospect, but just can't go on starving for the last week of every month. Sigh.

However I head off to see my cherubs in Glasgow in 18 days so despite financial issues I am super super stoked. Plus Fringe is here and though I have no cash and must work 14 out of the next 15 days, I am convinced that this will be the best one ever. I'm dancing almost every second evening with Isokan (african drummers) on some outdoor stage or other so I've found yet another way to become involved in this lovely festival.

It's a dark side/bright side kind of day, I guess. I'm happy to say that for the first time what feels like a long while to my young soul, the bright side wins by a landslide.

Is it any wonder I like the old man when he writes me stories and pretends our wee romance is a movie to be reviewed?

What the critics are saying about Paul and Tania

Richard Roeper says " I don't buy it for a minute. You know she's reading those emails in an apartment filled with other gypsies with wild violin in the background. At another table sits a table of swarthy men in bandannas smoking and playing cards saying "ok go for the money already". One of her friends removes the gin bottle long enough from her face to say "hold on, we first want to post this to Deluded Old Man On a String blog...."

Roger Ebert says "I wanted to believe it but c'mon. You know this is something he does everytime. A few meals, a little writing...he probably finds old letters and just changes the name...I bet you a hundred dollars two weeks from now he's onto someone else. Young girls are suckers for a little sweet talk and he's just a guy who can't handle people who might just see him for what he is.....pathetic."

Leonard Maltin says " I loved the idea. Can't wait to see where this goes. I just didn't believe the two main actors. Another one of those Hollywood older leading man and ingenue deals. And who drew up these character backstories....voice over on Czech porn films?
Give me a break. But if you turn off your brain you might have a few laughs."

It's a race to the finish line, will I be able to clean this fucking sty before sexy grandpa comes over on Wednesday? Oh right, not allowed to call him that anymore. Apparently he doesn't appreciate that particular nickname, I can't see why not. Not that he knows about my wee space o' perversion, but just in case.

Oh, and did I finally find out the age difference you ask? Yep, there is only a paltry 23 years seperating us. Pshaw I say.

So far, 5 bags of garbage have been taken out, and I've actually broken the washing machine so I'll have to go do the rest of my laundry at the 'mat tomorrow. Sinkfull number 3 of dishes will get done tomorrow and the floors. The cat is looking astounded, she's been begging me to do this for weeks. And one of the good things about it is that I finally found out where that smell was coming from.

Sexy grandpa is indeed very sexy. Not to mention an incredible cook. He's very reluctant to tell me how old he is, so I'm trying to finagle my way into his wallet to catch a glimpse at his i.d. I know he's at least 15 years older than me. And he has a daughter.

How do I get myself into these situations?

I haven't laughed this hard in a good long while. For fans of Star Wars especially:

Backstroke of the West

Just wanted to let everyone know I was alive. The thing about being a small pervert (small in stature of course, not in perversion) and having a blog called small perversions is that when no sexually perverse things are happening in one's life, one doesn't tend to have much to write about.

Plus, you know, blogging is all popular now and I just hate to be typical.

Things are looking sort of weirdly promising for perversion in the upcoming days, so hopefully I can update you all. I may even make a play for...are you ready for this? Someone without a foreskin. Not exactly perversion I know, but still, different. And there's a sexy grandpa on the scene, not really sure what that's all about yet, but he looks like Robert Redford which is very much of the good.

Oh, and I should clarify for those readers not from Ktown, when I say "grandpa" and I don't mean someone with actual grandkids, just someone a goodly number of years older than me.