This sounds sadistic, but could happen in San Francisco. I wanna write a dark comedy about a terrible earthquake on Halloween night. For the next week, people go about rescuing others trapped while still in costume. Humiliating and hilarious! The mayor is pinned under his Rolls as “Homeless Bride in Wedding Gown Smeared with Cat-poop […]
Joshua and I went with my friend Ben Carlson to a Halloween party at SF MOMA. Ann Magnuson performed a series of rocking and hilarious musical sets, and there was a costume contest. You could see that everyone who was there felt really charged and connected to the messages of Ann’s personas. Joshua and I […]
Therefore, I believe the heart of A Streetcar Named Desire is concerned with the choices we make in the struggle to find love in a fractured and sometimes antagonistic world. Williams wanted us to consider how our choices are motivated by different desires, and how these desires will bring us to places we often did […]
I thought up a fun tongue twister: “Thither are the zither scissors.” I can dance the syllables with impressive control, but my goofy lisp makes it even funnier than when others can’t say it, because I hiss like a friendly, know-it-all cartoon snake.
“Humans are where the falling angel meets the rising ape.” –The Hogfather
include such endearments as • Talking Monkey • Sweet Fuzzy • Grilled-cheese Gorilla • Baby Noodle • Baby Monkey at the Center of the Galaxy • Little Glah • Baby Armadillo • Soozely Doodle • You Big Jerk I have notes I hope one day to turn into a series of children’s books starring Joshua […]
(With a nod to William Shakespeare, Sonnet 130) On Mother’s Day, she moved from her hotel To Leavenworth, and Vernon drove the truck. For him and me, it was a slice of hell, Hard labor, worsened by a record, stuck. She talked non-stop, the words we soon ignored, A worried drone that one could scarce […]
Hassled for not being tall? Remember: You’re not short, you’re concentrated! Who needs all that excess water? I find myself once again wearing the staggeringly visible dunce cap, tall enough to scrape drizzle from the bottom of the clouds. It’s a good thing you are so full of yourself. Otherwise, you would be utterly empty. […]
