Beyond The Clusterfunk

[The assignment was to write a sketch in a specific location, specifically -- in this instance -- the theater where the sketch group is meeting. I went back and forth between a zombie apocalypse and Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome. Thunderdome won out (as it should), but I still tossed in a hipster apocalypse angle. It's South Austin -- like I had a choice? Here it is, the second draft of The Institution Sketch now called Beyond The Clusterfunk.]

[Inside reference: The Clusterfunk is a free show on Thursdays (I think) that's a mix of all kinds of craziness. And it made a really good Thunderdome stand-in. The named individuals are all real but the situation is TOTALLY FICTIONAL. IT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN HERE.]

INT. THEATER – TIME INDETERMINATE

CHRISTINE GIORDANO (V.O.)
(With Australian accent)
This ain’t one body’s story. It’s the story of us all. We got it mouth to mouth, so you gotta listen it and ‘member. I’m lookin’ back behind us now… to a time after the hot pocket but before the hot pocket pocket for your hot pocket. We start at the start with the Hipster ‘POCALYPSE. Continue reading

Sweet Justice (3rd Draft)

[Well, here it is. Still rough but finally starting to look a bit more series-ish. It has its first live reading on Sunday. Then, I start writing episode 2 while continuing to work on this.]

BLACK SCREEN WITH WHITE TEXT THAT READS 8:00 AM
Sound of phone ringing. Ring tone: “I’m Every Woman” by Chaka Khan Continue reading

When Is A Cloud A Disappointment?

Sometimes clouds are a disappointment.
It’s not their fault, really.
They’re just vaporing along.
(Notice, I didn’t call them vapid.)
But sometimes I am making
sun tea
or
shadow angels
(think snow angels but less substantial)
or I’m trying to read,
And they sneak across the sky’s cheek
all giggly with mischief
or rumbly with thunder
or purple with envy because
the sun gets all the attention.

I love clouds, though. I just want to be clear.
Especially in July.