Stretch 80 minutes into 180 minutes + 
Create new plot devices that fail to materialize + 
Attempt to deepen the emotional issues of LIONS + 
Very cool use of costume and puppetry = 
THE MOST PRETENTIOUS PIECE OF DRIVEL EVER CONCEIVED

Still better than Eddie

To those who understand, this may just be one of the most hilarious pieces of journalism ever.

There's no one here.  My sugar source dried up two hours ago.  I can't leave becaue there is no one here which means I'm responsible for the entirety of the office.  I have been here by myself almost all day ( Read more... )

Why am I wasting all of my time working on just plays?

I suppose I lost faith in modern american literary fiction. Perhaps I lost faith too soon, or maybe I just needed to find a damn good couple of books.

There are a lot of literary magazines out there. And all of them pay money - many a months salary.

Do I still have short stories reserved in my ( Read more... )

Everyone I work with is at a murder mystery convention reading thingy in Owensboro.

I am all that is left.

I guess I should do some of that work that I keep not being able to get done.

“I just need something to end before something else begins,” my wife told me yesterday afternoon. The sudden need to move from our condemned apartment building had placed unneeded stress on our lives and the thought of how to get everything out of there while as many as 12 other families moved out was more than frustrating. Already Sunday and ( Read more... )

After being stripped to my socks and undies and stealing my wife's nose (just in case), the second of three oddball doctors was the anesthesiologists and his sidekick Fluffy hair italian student. Fluffy hair Italian boy had the skill of anti-stealth. He would follow doctor 2 around as if he was invisible and run into things. One of these was a ( Read more... )

Anacrusis Fan-fiction (sort of) as a birthday card for you is below. It's also written in celebration of SymbioticSpaceSuit Day.

The interweb’s epoxy design surprisingly works. Feigning originality, he dons trench coat and a white, dalmatian colored-mask, wondering if anyone will get it ( Read more... )

Last week I finished the extraordnarily devastating fucked-up graphic novel "Watchmen".  This rather bleak novel, of super-hero wannabes, features a villian of unbelievable philanthropic goals.  He will save the world through a disaster that in 1984 was a monstrously accurate premonition of what would eventually happen in New York City 17 years ( Read more... )