I was walking to the train today to go to work. You're thinking, "But, Michael, you clearly have a face for Internet!" Thank you. I know. But, it has yet to pay the bills. As I was walking down the street I was simultaneously attempting to unravel my headphone cords....

A few days ago there was a sizable audience filling the Victorian-era goth bar that for some reason has been made a comedy venue here at the Fringe. Of the 20 or so people in that audience, a group of 15 people was completely made up of co-workers who had...

As I sit here in my pajamas -- utterly dejected by the schedule, the rejection and the up-and-down emotions that have come with this first week of the Fringe -- there are several people back home all thinking roughly the same thing about me even being here: "I'm impressed by...

My mother did a lot of things right. Sure, like most parents, she made a few mistakes that left scars on my psyche. By most parents I of course mean most of the parents I engaged with as a kid. Mrs. Peters had a particular skill for cutting passive-aggressive barbs....

Ah... the Edinburgh Fringe Festival -- or, is it the Edinburgh Festival Fringe? I've heard it both ways. I'll resort to calling it the Fringe and just assume people will know what I'm talking about. This makes it less confusing and shortens it to a digestible size. You can do...