"…something like the supervisor of an entire team of political agents…"
Cecil Vortex you: I have to put the cat to sleep. me: why? you: he’s leaving the dentist’s poop all over the house. me: how does he get the dentist’s poop? you: I give it to him. she: why? me: yeah, why? you: because he’s bored. he needs something to play with. she: but how do you … Read more
Am I the only one freaked out by all these blind people? Taking our jobs — ? our women — ? our German Sheperds?
Tonight in his sleep, Sam said: “He wants a chocolate Gogurt and to fight bad guys.” He said it a couple of times. Always like that — in the third-person. And then he fell back asleep. And I say: Congratulations! Enemies of evil! Congratulations! Gogurt people! International chocolate conspiracy! You own part of my child’s … Read more
He wasn’t very smart, or very rich, or very successful. But he was six-foot-three. And at parties, he would slide up silent behind his smarter, richer, more successful, better-looking friends. Head to head. Back to back. And hang out for a while.
A little shpiel about our wide-eyed President and how he maybe trusts just a little too much, here.
He said we’re longing for a simpler time something easy refreshing familiar a malt shop. He said the polyester backlash is still in progress.
Monkey Vortex Radio Theater is back with an all-new segment: Hell’s a Poppins! Featuring the MVRT script debut of Eileen Dahl and the MVRT acting debut of Heather Gottschalk plus, the inspirational return of Bill “King” Cassel in this, his most challenging role yet. You will believe a boy can fly! Note: Although that last … Read more
Last night I saw the best argument for 6 billion of us. A musician so talented. You don’t get one so talented if there are 600 of us. Or 60 million. You need really big numbers. So maybe that”s why. Or at least that’s why it’s OK sometimes. For example: Last night.
A post-apocalyptic romantic comedy. You know, like, it’s the big first date and he’s all wigged out because he doesn’t know if the girl’s a girl or if she’s a flesh-eating zombie. Starring Mathew Broderick. And introducing: a flesh-eating zombie.
The hallways smell like paper and scissors and elmer’s glue and parents roaming around inspecting the tile quietly comparing notes amid sneaker skid boom. This is America. We come here from different countries, from different cultures. We speak different languages. But there are two words we all understand. And those words are: “multipurpose room.”