Venal Scene

Thursday, August 19, 2004

In Lieu of an Actual Post

I send you a drunken bear.

posted by Dan 1:47 PM
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Monday, August 16, 2004

Names Taken, Ass Kicked Posthaste

Brian Flemming, who has to be one of the most exciting writer/directors out there right now, has launched the website for his latest film. He's also continuing to push the envelope of new media here.

Do yourself a favor and buy/rent/download Nothing So Strange, by way of introduction.

Enjoy.

posted by Dan 12:05 PM
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Trading Spaces Made It Look Easy

I'm about halfway through my month-long self-imposed exile from playwriting, and I'm going a little nuts, not because of the lack of writing, but because I am in Home Repair Hell. Hell, I tell you. A two-day repainting project in my bedroom has dragged on for nearly a week. I have been sleeping in nest of newspapers and scattered furniture pieces, when I have been sleeping in my bedroom at all.

However, because this is a blog for theatre, not personal diary entries, I shall dramatize my plight for you in monologue form.

(DAN, a goofy dad in his thirties, waves a paintbrush at an unseen toddler.)

DAN:
Honey, when I said you could help paint, I didn't say help paint the floor. You see that big sloppy paint mark you put on the -- NO DON'T MAKE IT BIGGER -- I'm sorry, I shouldn't yell like that, I know you're only trying to help. Mommy and Daddy have to wipe up the mess now -- DON'T WIPE IT WITH YOUR HANDS -- sorry, sorry, I had to give up coffee this week too and I'm a little jittery -- I SAID DON'T WIPE IT -- okay, honey? Let's just wipe your hands with this paper towel, and give me the paintbrush. Give me the paintbrush. Give it give it GIVE IT okay why don't you paint on your easel? Why? Because it's better than painting on the floor. You can -- STOP DON'T -- you can paint as much as you want on your easel. Okay. Deal. NO YOUR EASEL NOT MY LEGS

posted by Dan 11:56 AM
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