It may be no news flash to you to discover that I am doing a Fringe show at the Minnesota Fringe Festival.  We have two shows left.  If you’re around, you should come see it. It’s called Pretentious Conversations, just FYI. But that’s not why I’m writing this.  I want to discuss something far more pressing, and that is the tendency for some people to refer to what I’ve done here as a “playlet.”

A what? Oh gag. Yes that’s right, a playlet.

You know what this reminds me of?  A bralet. Do you know what a bralet is?  Basically it’s a bra with no underwire and no lining and pretty much no spine or substance or any reason for existing in this or any world.  Here is an example of a bralet right here:

Yeah it looks nice.  ON THE HANGER.  But the bralet is more of an idea than anything, and basically the same goes for a playlet.  A playlet is maybe one step above the dreaded “skit.” Somewhere between a skit and a long sketch thing.  You put the bralet on and you’re like, “Oh. I don’t know if this is gonna work.”  This might also very well be the experience of the playlet.

I don’t know.  I’m not complaining.  The truth is that what I wrote may actually qualify as a playlet.  That’s fine. But maybe next time I will aim to write something with a little underwire.  Maybe a push-up play.  A wonder play.  Something with gel memory foam that form fits to your brain.

Until then, come see my playlet, Pretentious Conversations.  We have two more shows, at the Minnesota Fringe Festival.  Thursday and then Sunday.

Bye now.