In case you forget

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I will tell you what you’re like at ten.

You love playing Nintendo. You scream at the game, and for a second it seems like you’re having a great time, then in another it sounds like your insides are being torn out of you. It’s incredible how many times I tell you “sit down” because as soon as the game begins you’re on your toes 3 feet from the tv Screaming.

You play to win, sure. But you are (amazingly) a bad winner, and a bad loser.
If you are doing well, you rub in into everyone’s face. If not, you are in tears begging me to stop playing.

“Trouble” in our house is not a joke. Every time we play there is laughter and tears. We say “I sold my soul to the devil” probably a little too often, but the way you roll six after six after six… one has to wonder.

You are becoming quite a ping pong player. We walked into an all Asian/Indian ping pong camp, honestly I’ve never seen quite a bunch of nerds in one room together since I was in ping pong camp, and after playing for two hours you said “I would like to go here.”

Yahtzee is a cruel game though miraculously you can roll yahtzee consistently.

Ever since Lindsay became pregnant she began asking to roll again, or simply rolling again, then saying “This is my score.” It’s odd, because she doesn’t do things like that. We do. But Yahtzee is a cold river, and sometimes the sun is out, and sometimes the levy breaks.

We played “Escape Room.” You were incredibly helpful. You were also the first one out the door. Apparently just opening the door wasn’t enough, you opened it and RAN OUT.

You are exceptionally smart. You look through me. You look through everyone. You’re not a happy, sweet, loving kid. You were in New York, but I think Texas took it from you. What they left is a brilliant mind. A wildly creative thinker. You often return to the recess of your own mind. You find the game between people quickly, and you play it like an expert.

I made you Chinese soup from scratch and you said it was too sweet.
I made you chicken and you said it was the best you’ve ever had.

You continue to fear the dark. You ask us to watch you go to the bathroom. If we won’t you will hold it to the point of hot mania.

You watched Big with Tom Hanks and loved it. Found your own Zoltar machine in the Hamptons and made a wish.

You don’t want Charlie in your bed when we read stories at night. You want him when I’m gone. He is your protector, your dark knight. Then sometimes he barks at things in the morning and I hear you saying “No, Charlie. No.”

You don’t lie anymore.

All Purpose is a great pizza place. You hit me in the ribs, or face, or ear that dinner. It was an accident, but it really hurt; then you moved two seats away from me cause you were so sorry, and didn’t wish to hurt me.

I count the days until you’re able to hit me again.

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Last night

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Super Earth went really great last night. There was a reviewer in the audience, and he came with his mum, and friends. He was very sweet, and after said “I have no idea what that was about, but I liked it.”
Not exactly what I was going for, but yeah!
We took pictures, I signed my own picture — which is still weird.
Apparently, I did it wrong, because you’re not supposed to sign something to someone and write over your own face.
That makes sense.
I will know for next time.
that shows how much practice I get at signing my own headshot for someone.

they speak different

Yes, it’s English, but it’s hard to understand.
They also use different words than we do, so in that way it’s like a different language.
I met a man giving out flyers for a pizza place next door to my venue, and he seemed very interested in my show, but I was more interested in his pizza.
Tomorrow we open my second play Super Earth.
Very excited about that.
Little sad to be leaving my play for a week, but will becoming back to it from the 19th-26th!
I love performing my piece.
I don’t know how to get reviewers to come see it.
It’s as though you need to light yourself on fire.
Or, call your play “Jerk Off.”
Or, “Come See Vagina’s.”
Or, “Crazy Fucking (Live).”
Might have had a reviewer in yesterday, but still no review to be found.
I walked a dog on the beach today.
Her name is Piper.
She’s super sweet, and it makes me miss my dog.
I don’t miss the States at all.
That says something.
Everybody wants to talk about Trump.
Everyone is frightened about Trump.
Everyone thinks Trump will be impeached in a year.
The festival is certainly optimistic.
It’s hard not to be with all this beautiful weather.

The Edinburgh Fringe Festival: Flyering

Standing on a busy street in front of my venue and handing out flyers to people who already have five to six flyers in their hand is one of the most challenging things you can do.
It was easier to both write this play and perform this play.
Having patience to flyer requires a monumental effort.

The audiences have been great—in terms of reaction to the piece.
And good—in terms of butts in seats.
Apparently the average number of audience members in a fringe show is five.
By that account, I’m doing well.

Still no reviews yet, but I’m wondering if that would make a difference at this point. I’ve seen five shows and have not checked if any of them were reviewed: it was just me in the right place at the right time.

It’s important to keep your head up, do your show, and enjoy the scenery. The last being the easiest of them all.

The Edinburgh Fringe 2017: 3 minutes

We performed three minutes of material for critics, fellow artists, and audience members last night.

I wasn’t in love with what I did. Not that it was the manner in which I performed, but because I don’t think it presented the entirety of the show.

I did, however, want to give a taste of what it would be like to be in the audience of my show, and I think that went over abundantly clear.

I met so many people yesterday from the hours of 13:05-14:30.

There is a play about Brexit, a play about gun control, a woman that wore a fetus mask (or sperm, she may have been sperm), a puppet, an interactive online (live) dating show, a bunch of people singing the Book of Mormon (is that legal), a two person Russian string quartet, a children’s show that didn’t care to be a children’s show, two young British men in some sort of dorm-room dramedy, and eight other plays I had to miss because I had to rush off to rehearsal.

The Edinburgh Fringe 2017: Blueswater Presents: The Roots of the Blues

This show was really good.

I was skeptical being from the place where blues began, and watching an Englishman play song after song of music that sprung from life on the plantations of Mississippi—the songs remain the same. They were haunting, beautiful, and at times full of pep.

You could tell that the performer had a real passion for the music, culture, and times. Very enjoyable.

THE EDINBURGH FRINGE 2017: curry

My second show went very well.
Eleven People!
After the show, two audience members say me outside and offered to buy me a beer.
I said “yes” then sat in a park across the street and drank it while eating curry.
Both were good.
Third Bikram class today.
Martin is from Spain. I explained that some of the positions are quite uncomfortable. One particularly when I bend my spine back. He said you need to go to uncomfortable places; that’s how you learn.

Elan Zafir’s misemployment of the run-on sentence