Someday I’ll own a dog that doesn’t burp in my face when I hug it.

There is an international theatre festival going on in town this week called ‘The Fringe’ that runs complete with a mini-fair and street performers from all over the world. We took the kids and dropped nearly two hundred dollars in a matter of a few hours - but did enjoy the time we had. The majority of the plays were extremely ‘adult’ in nature and we weren’t able to bring the kids in with us (ex. One was called: ‘Pretending Things Are A Cock’.) So, needless to say,  it was mostly the outdoor 'G' rated performances and Ferris wheels for us.

I suppose that, if I was to truly commit to writing an informed and impartial weekly blog, I should have gone into the tent were the dude was exposing his genitalia in the name of “Foreskin Awareness”… I’m sure the war on circumcision needs all the little soldiers it can get and it may even be a worthwhile battle - but I’m not sure it’s a fight I want to involve myself in. It’s still my blog, however, and in this case especially; it will remain uninformed, biased, and within the appropriate confines of my fruit of the looms.

One guy that caught my eye and immediately made me think of a 90 minute formula comedy for a Hollywood movie was the dreadlocked and walking hemp store commercial that was the Didgeridoo player. He had a three piece band and was blasting away his gastric sounding noises to the up-tempo beat his drummer and base player were providing. I could just imagine, remembering how uncomfortable it was when Cherie introduced her ‘Artist’ boyfriend to her parents, what it must be like for him when he meets his father in-law for the first time. I still face my share of snap judgment and rampant condescension from my in-laws to this day but even I had to really had to feel for this guy. As artists, we can walk a lonely and hard road when it comes to acceptance in this world… But I couldn’t help but think that he must be walking the equivalent of a mountain goat path. Oh well, I tried to remember the ‘Happy Crackhead’ lesson from a few weeks ago, put my pretentious, two-cent diagnosis of his life on a shelf, and moved to watch on to the next performer.

All in all, it was a nice night out with the family. And there is just something about being out at a fair on a summer night with a beautiful woman that warms the soul. Don’t get me wrong, the kids kinda leech it back outta you… but my soul was warmed for a little while all the same.

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The work front has been a little slow and unproductive. I flamed out the front of a truck on Monday and haven’t accomplished much since. We put the kids in a day camp again this week and the silence around the house/studio has been HEAVENLY. I have found myself just absolutely reveling in it for the last three days. Time to get my ass in gear, though…

My Mad Hatter project has taken up the majority of my nights. It has been A LOT of fun and I think I’ve got her ready for color now.

Another week… Hope yours was a good one! Thanks for reading,

Rod

P.S.
In case you thought I was making it up (they even have t-shirts available if you are wanting to put your little soldier in the fight): www.can-fap.net