Monthly Archives: July 2007

non sequitur (open thread)

Only poor people use pay phones these days huh?

(add you own non sequitur if you’d like – whatever pops in there)

woo!

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play of the week #2 (final)

“Opening Up”

Josh and Colin stand over a closed casket in a funeral home, filled sparsely with old people, children playing nintendo, mothers wrapping up leftovers, etc…

COLIN starts to open the casket, but JOSH quickly grabs his arm.

Josh: Not the best idea.

Colin: Why?

Josh: It’s messy.

Colin: Which part exactly do you mean by ‘it’s messy? ‘ Like the blown off head part or the death in general part? Just curious.

GERRY enters, plugging in a boombox.

Gerry: Joshy, which knob says volume?

Colin looks at Josh confused.

Josh: What? That’s just Gerry my cousin from Toledo. (whispering) He’s blind.

Gerry: (loudly) HEY JOSHY…

Josh: Coming Gerry, one sec. (to COLIN) Dude, write a poem or something, just, keep away from the box, please.

JOSH goes over to help his blind cousin.

COLIN opens the casket. Women scream. Some old man says, “Holy the Christ!” and there’s just basic pandemonium.

Gerry: (to a white-faced JOSH) Yikes. Is Tina Turner here or somethin’ Joshy?

The End.

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play of the week #2

Josh and Colin stand over a closed casket in a funeral home, filled sparsely with old people, children playing nintendo, mothers wrapping up leftovers, etc…

COLIN starts to open the casket, but JOSH quickly grabs his arm.

Josh: Not the best idea.

Colin: Why?

Josh: It’s messy.

Colin: Which part exactly do you mean by it’s messy? Like the blown off head part or the death in general part? Just curious.
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So what happens next? Have fun, there are no wrong answers, woooo….

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play of the week #1 (final)

“The Accident on My Hands”

Francine: Ok Miffy, just, cool down there, I mean, there’s surgery, there’s always that, but there’s also, um, life beyond the whole this here and now, you know what I mean?

Miffy: How can you say cool down? I look like a used condom!

Francine: You do not. Listen, don’t freak: it’s just a growth! That’s how hands started! Why go to the doctor?

Miffy: Jesus Christ, France. I have knapsack hands!

Francine: Knapsacks that can’t hold anything… though.

Miffy: Very profound. Thank you.

Francine: Sorry, I just – I’m trying to be accurate here. I’d say they’re more like mittens gone awry.

Miffy: France, don’t be mean. Don’t be mean right now. I need you to get me to … to get me to … I don’t know. Oh God. I can’t even pray.

Francine: Oh Miffy…you don’t need hands to pray…just faith.

They hug.

THE END

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