6.21.2005

ramble on

we come from the land of the ice and snow
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
the hammer of the gods
will drive our ships to new lands
to fight the horde singing and crying
"valhalla I am coming!"

on we sweep
with thrashing oar
our only goal will be the western shore

we come from the land of the ice and snow
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
how soft your fields so green
can whisper tales of gore
of how we calmed the tides of war
we are your overlords

on we sweep
with thrashing oar
our only goal will be the western shore

so now you'd better stop
and rebuild all your ruins
for peace and trust can win the day
despite all your losing


if God didn't want me to play them so loud, He wouldn't have made them rock so hard.

6.15.2005


the rare flower-of-three Posted by Hello

6.13.2005

Lack of Interest

A non-play

The Players: Henri, Jennifer, Book.



Act Only.

Afternoon. A bus stop.

Henri and Jennifer are waiting together for a bus. Henri is reading a Book, Jennifer, a magazine.

Henri: (Puts the Book in his lap. Thoughtful) You wanna know something?

Jennifer: Sure

Henri: (Matter-of-fact) I’ve noticed that I find people less and less interesting.

Jennifer: (Appalled) What?

Henri: Yeah. (Wistful) With every passing day.

Jennifer: That’s horrible!

Henri: Well, I do. And, they are.

Jennifer: Do you want to know something?

Henri: Always.

Jennifer: (Unsympathetic) I’m getting on the next bus, and I don’t care if it’s ours or not. (Folds her arms, looks away from Henri)

Henri: (Pleased) See? That’s what I love about you, Jen: you are no kind of dull!

A bus arrives that is not the bus for which they had been waiting. Jennifer
stands, walks toward the stop as the bus slows, and boards it. The bus drives away.

Henri: (Shrugs) Ah, well. I was getting tired of her anyway. (He reopens the Book and begins to read. After a few seconds, he closes the Book again and puts it on the bench beside him. Frustrated) Even books! (Pauses) I wonder if it’s me...

Henri puts the Book
on the bench beside him, stands up, and walks offstage.

Book: I got news for you, buddy: it’s you. (Pauses) Although, suddenly, I feel I ought to have been about something other than Fortran.

Curtain.

6.06.2005

Don't Choke

A non-play

The Players: Employee 1, Employee 2, Bit of Sandwich.



Act Only

Afternoon. An office break room.

Employee 1 and Employee 2 are standing in the break room and drinking coffee. Both wear a somber expression.

Employee 1: (Remorsefully) I told him not to choke.

Employee 2: (Puzzled) What?

Employee 1: Yeah. I said, “Don’t choke and die!”

Employee 2: Wow.

Employee 1: And I laughed.

Employee 2: Well, I’m sure it was funnier at the time.

Employee 1: (With a hopeful expression) He laughed, too...

Employee 2: See? There you go.

Employee 1: I guess so. (He sips his coffee and stares blankly)

Employee 1 and Employee 2
turn toward the break room door, which is open, to see a stretcher wheeled by, upon which lies the body of a man wearing a suit.

Bit of Sandwich: (Still lodged in the man’s throat, Bit of Sandwich remains unseen) Seriously, what are the chances?

Curtain.