WWSS5 - Everything you wanted to know...

2009-04-17T11:24:00.002-04:00

It's been some time since the mania/ fun of WWSS5, but it's still pretty clear in my head. As a playwright, writing for these 21 hr (or is it 24) festivals is always very interesting, because you're up all night writing! Every time I've done it I always come up to a point where I just have no idea what I'm writing about or reading. And it's really late and no one is on AIM or facebook or anything and my roommates are asleep or out somewhere and the only thing I have to keep me company is my mind, which seems to be descending into madness. But out of that madness and exhaustion and fear and red bull and caffiene, a play is born. Sometimes it comes out easily, and sometimes you need a C-section to get it out.
Who Wears Short Shorts is so much fun to do because I think it embodies the true essence of the miracle that is theater. At 10:00pm on Friday night there was a bunch of nervous writers in a room. 21 hours later there was a fully developed piece of theater. If that's not the miracle of theater I don't know what is.
So if you didn't catch it this time, I encourage you to come out next time.

Michael's Two Cents

2009-04-15T07:15:00.002-04:00

Writing for WWSS5 proved to be no different in terms of challenge and ingenuity. As we rode home in the cab, this time I had my arms full of Thomas, disabling my chance to brainstorm. Though of course my mind was flying.

We were met with the parameters (mine being) children’s show writer being one occupation. Boxing Day being an event or theme to which the characters related, and finally the line:“Why are you being such a _____________. You're __________________, _____________________ and _______________________ - or so my therapist says.”

I had a good varied group of actors. Two who I knew well (Michael M. had done Christine’s Importance of Being Earnest, so I was well acquainted with his talents & Cara Picone had done Ragtime with me in Brooklyn Heights a few years ago – so I was even more so familiar with her personality, talents, and voice). I’d seen the other two (Dani & Blaine) audition before so I had a brief approximation of their skills as well.

Setting out to write I thought of several scenarios:

- Complete mental breakdown by the writer.
- Character stuck in a lodge during the ‘Boxing Day Blizzard’
- Concert to give back to the poor (the origin of boxing day)

I came up with the lessened version of scenario #1 as it seemed the best fit to my current mindset. I knew Dani had an aircast on so she became my bedridden, conflicted wife. I knew Cara could sing to the heavens so she was my miscreant #1. I knew Michael was a bit zany so he became miscreant #2. I’d seen Blaine audition, so he was my straight man. I think the casting was right on.

From there I just went for the humor. Sex, dick, fart jokes abound. Silliness. I’d randomly hum tunes and ask Christine what the song was and they’d make it into the show.

I sincerely hoped the cast was having fun and only when Christine got a text from Michael saying :

Michael McKeogh: I think so. Thanks for checking in. PS. Michael can kiss my ass.

And Cara: Cara Picone: I’m a little scandalized that I have to pleasure a walking cane in front of my parents.

I knew then they figured out the absurdity but still went for it completely.

Andy Travis (Director) added some great touches to the script and I think had a blast as well.

Watching show #1 is a bit premature. Its like the most stressful dress rehearsal. You pray for laughter, cohesion, and lightness. And it happens. Even after having acted in this once, I’m still awed in how great the actors do.

Show #2 is the icing on the cake. It grooves, it melds, it flows. They get the laughs, the audience is drunker, the fun of the piece shines through.

All in all a great experience, strong scripts, good time with old talent and new, and a lingering doubt that I might not wear this hat again.

Oh. And a special shout out from Nina Capone (director):

Nina Capone to Michael Weems on facebook (put on here at Nina's request): best line of the night: "Why can't you love me from the front?!" by Michael Weems.... hilarious...

Duncan's Wrap up

2009-04-03T14:53:00.004-04:00

So this time around with the 21-hour plays was a little more difficult than last time. Or maybe it just seemed that way, since I had a lot more travel time, and therefore less actual writing time.
Zack, Emily and I got stuck briefly on the train back to Queens, so we all took the opportunity to start sketching out ideas.

Things written in my Moleskine from that brainstorming ride:

Superheroine, Billionaire
Plucky Reporter/Love Interest
Butler - Maid? Secretary? (Upset)
Villainess (attacks during interview.

Watchmen parody? The Comedienne? Reporter works for New Frontiersman?
Costumed Vigilantes. Silhouette- Ursula Zandt?
Spunky McAllister, Ace Reporter Quotidian Clarion. Spanish war correspondent? No-nonsense.
The Calumny
The Crimson Scarlet Vermillion
anti-lesbian? Christian supervillain The Knight Templar?
The Spanglish Fly

So I got home eventually and started writing. Each of the characters quickly developed their own voices. Ditched the Watchmen idea, but kept the last name Zandt as an homage to The Silhouette; and my tentative title was Watchwomen since I was sort-of deconstructing the idea of superheroes in a more comic way, though it quickly evolved into more of a Batman-style character, due to the Butler to Millionaire Superhero job I had to include. With a dash of Superman's glasses.
Dropped the idea of the Supervillain being specifically anti-lesbian, since I didn't think the play was really about that. Made up a Molybdenum Freeze Ray Gun, since I just like saying "Molybdenum". Molybdenum. Molybdenum.

Crimson, Scarlet, and Vermillion were all already taken by other heroes, so a quick jaunt to Thesaurus.com turned up "Russet" as another synonym for "Red".

Still didn't have a title other than Watchwomen, when Staples tried to kill me by opening 10 minutes late and THEN informing me that their copying center just wasn't doing anything that day. Really, Staples (776 8th Ave), this is not the first time. You know I love you, but if you keep pulling this crap, I shall be forced to take my business to your overpriced competitor, Kinkos, which saved my ass that morning (for a hefty printing charge).

After dropping the scripts off and chatting with Nina, my director (who thrilled me no end by being a fan of Christopher Durang), I told Christine that if she thought of a better title, she was welcome to use that. She wanted to call it The Spanglish Fly at first, but we both thought that would spoil the joke.
On the subway on the way to the auditions I was holding that afternoon for my show Ore, or Or, I was struck by the thought that The Dark Knight also was something of a superhero deconstruction. ..inspiration hit, and when I alighted from the train, I texted Christine and told her to call it Dark Night of the Russet Rascal.

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Was very pleased with the work done by Nina and the actresses under her charge. They all nailed the style, and using the rubber gloves as The Spanglish Fly's wings was an inspired touch (a well-deserved win for Best Use of Prop; which, coincidentally, my show also won last time, with Chris Bell's alien vomit)

A lot of people liked it, and told me so. Some said it was their favorite of the evening.

Jeopardy

2009-04-02T19:12:00.004-04:00

Sooo, I get home from work today and my roommate turns on Jeopardy. Please tell me why they were talking about PANDA SEX on Jeopardy?! This woman was talking about how she has witnessed panda sex! Witnessed it! And that after the sex, the pandas fight each other, to which Alex Trebeck replied, "So they are exactly like us!"

PANDA SEX on Jeopardy. Who would have thought?!

-Alexia

What Was I Thinking?

2009-04-01T16:45:00.002-04:00

I lay in bed the night before the big day, trying to get some sleep. When Christine had asked me to participate in WWSS5, I had of course, being the girl who can't say no...to a challenge that is... jumped at the idea. But now that the reality was staring me in the face all I could think was "what had I gotten myself into?" Would the writer saddle me with 8 million props? Would the actors be able to learn their lines in a matter of hours? Would I find a spot somewhere in the city on the forecast to be rainy day where we could rehearse? And, of course, the most daunting thought of all - would my alarm actually wake me up at 8:00 on a Saturday morning???? The horror of it all!

Despite all the odds, I did manage to haul myself out of bed at that ungodly hour and navigate the obnoxiously rerouted MTA to the Beckmann. Fending off the diabolically evil morning person it appeared my friend and fellow director Nina had proven to be, I waited for Christine to let us in. I sat in the Beckmann, listening to the chatter of the sleep deprived writers discuss their scripts. One in particular was mentioning alcohol induced delusions about animal impregnation. What had I gotten myself into????

Christine babbled rules that I probably should have been paying attention to if my brain was actually working at that hour, then the drawing for scripts began. I pulled a name out of a hat. My writer was named Oliver, and he had to write a show about ghost whisperers and Chinese New Year. I look up, and who should I see but the animal sex guy! Okay, I am a professional. I can handle this. We say hello, wander over to the spiral stair case and just jump into reading the script. Scientists trying to get pandas to mate. Clever. Page two, an obscure riff on The Muppet Movie. Okay, maybe I like this guy. I mean, sure the line makes no sense with what the character turns out to be, but who doesn't appreciate an old school Jim Henson shout out? End of the script. Possession and hot panda/human loving... okay... maybe I stayed out drinking too late night the before. I mean, I must be drunk because this script is making me laugh out loud. And hey! No props! And the writer has secured us rehearsal space all afternoon for free! Yup, never mind the whole bestiality angle, this guy is now officially my favorite person in the world.

So it's time to wrangle up my cast and head on out. (Please hot guy... please hot guy... damn! I could be the mother, or at any rate very older sister to the only guy in my cast. Sigh. Oh well, guess it's a day to be professional...) We've got a couple hours until our rehearsal space is technically available, and I truly believe my head will explode if I don't get caffeine into my system in the next ten seconds, so we head on over to Starbucks for a read through. After a quick delay in which I try to determine how many extra shots of vanilla I would need the barista to put in my mocha chino in order to make it an alcoholic beverage we get to work. The cast reads the script. They seem okay with it. The poor girl who gets raped (off stage, thank god) by the panda actually comments that this is not her first experience being molested by an animal in a show. Oh, and did I mention that the writer wants her to be in a bikini and straw hat? And that he wrote the part for her because she is a contortionist? Have I said "what was I thinking?" yet?

Next stop, rehearsal space! Following a train ride with a very aromatic homeless man we trek on over to the East Village rehearsal spot. We check in with the guy in charge, and he leads us down to the rehearsal space. This is a rather round about route through the theatre, down the back stairs, past the prop storage... you see, it seems that some vagrant junkies have been sneaking in through the front stairs, going down to the bathroom and shooting up. And really, how often do you want to have to clean up used syringes and blood splattered walls. (I swear to you, this is a real story, not an exaggeration. The guy was very non-chalant about it too, which filled me with such confidence in my safety!)The rehearsal went very well. One of my actors mentioned that the year before his director had them read through the script, run it once, and then said "you're on your own, I'm going to find costumes!" Boy were they in for a different experience today! By now I have managed to shake off the morning malaise that had been clouding my brain and get down to work. I obnoxiously threw blocking at them, and bless the poor things they took it all in like little sponges. I think it may have been the freezing temperature in the space we were using, but my actors got everything down amazingly fast. Three hours down and they were staged, off book (mostly) and raring to go.

By now we were all a little loopy. One of my fabulous actresses had arranged for us to borrow lab coats from the Bodies exhibit where she worked, so we had all moseyed down to the South Street Seaport. We inhaled Subway sandwiches, which apparently contain narcotics based on the way we were all acting. The lines were coming, though, and it was time to head back to the theatre for tech.

We got through almost all of the show in tech, and all my actors were audible from the back of the house, so I was content. Christine called all the shows into the theatre for one last pep talk/rule session and announced that our show had sent the most interesting text messages throughout the day. Whoo hoo! Go potential hepatitis/HIV!!! (Have I mentioned I'm highly competitive?) I bid a final adieu to my cast, told them to be fabulous, and headed into the theatre to watch the show.

I have to say, it was an impressive evening. The combination of creativity and depravity on the part of everyone involved filled me with a happy glow. Obviously, I had found a place where I would fit right in! Tamara did a wonderful job moving us from show to show. Anyone who can get that much mileage out of her fathers sex life is tops in my book! I ended up watching both sets, although I do admit that during the second go round of ours I tended to spend most of the time watching my Chinese descended actresses parents watch her playing a raging bigot who wanted to destroy the Chinese government. Now THAT's theatre!

Finally, two shows over it was time to award the prizes. Some of them were no brainers - Nina was so creative with the use of the rubber gloves (oh yeah, I forgot to mention those... oh well, some other time,) that to give the award for that to anyone else would have been criminal. But the 2 big prizes, best script and best show, were the last ones to go. Yes!!! My insane drunken hallucinating writer won best script! Obviously the audiences had eaten the same laced Subway sandwiches as we had! And then Best Show - us again!!! Not only was the audience stoned, they were apparently insane as well! But who cares! We win!!! Go Team Panda!!! Go Bestiality!!! Yay "fabulous" baby bib and autographed Hooters menu!!! I will cherish these prizes for the rest of my life, or at least until the next time I clean my apartment!!!

Now did someone say alcohol?

FINALLY!

2009-03-31T23:50:00.000-04:00

In addition to continuously losing my phone on Saturday, I also broke the cover off the back. So I've been perpetually paranoid about the battery and chip coming off of it because I hadn't downloaded all of the dozens of emails and texts that I had received from you guys on Saturday.

Well I've finally finished. And I even changed the date and time on every post to reflect the time that I received it. You see, I DO care.

So thank you all for coming out to play in the shorts! And for those of you who shot me messages over the course of the day, thanks for entertaining me. We had a great time seeing you guys bringing the writers' late night ramblings to life.

All of you new people, welcome to the Phare Play Phamily! And for those of you who've been away for a while, but came back to play - it's good to see you again! Hopefully we'll see more of all of you.

Don't Pan-do What Pan-do Don't Pan-does

2009-03-30T14:46:00.006-04:00

So now that the weekend is over and I'm back at my regular job of not writing racially/sexually offensive plays, I thought I'd post a quick blog on my experience with this year's festival.

After drawing Chinese New-Year as my holiday and Ghost Hunter as my profession, I had a number of initial ideas that I thought would work well, the first being a noir-style detective story about a woman murdered in (where else) Chinatown and a medium who had to contact her spirit to find out who the killer was (it would've been her sister who hired the detective in the first place. How's that for a twist?), the next being about astronauts hunting ghosts in outer space with specially made ghost-killing rockets that the Chinese made as a way to keep evil spirits from ruining their New-Years festivities (I have no idea why this was going to take place in outer space. I just thought it would be cool). Then I came up with the idea of starting the play off with having my actors lying on the ground looking up at clouds and saying what they looked like and one of them (probably the Asian one) said, "That cloud looks like Chinese New-Year!" Believe it or not I wrote over five pages of that before I realized that I'm a horrible, horrible writer. Oh, and the clouds were going to turn into ghosts and attack the actors in the dramatic finale. How was I going to pull that off on stage, you ask? Easy, ghosts are invisible. Duh! Then at some point in the evening inspiration struck me like a bunch of alcohol poured down my throat and I came up with the idea of having a panda rape one of my actresses off stage for shits and giggles (because nothing goes better with shits than giggles). I think that was actually the inspiration for the whole show and I worked backwards from there.

Needless to say I found the script to be a riot while I was throwing it together at 3:00 in the morning, but when I woke up and re-read it in a more lucid state of mind I realized that I had just unleashed unmitigated evil (and a very un-funny show) upon the world. Do I have time to go back to the cloud idea before I meet my director? No, no I do not.

Thankfully my director is a 24 hour lush (or at least that's what I assume since she actually thought the script was funny) and she even got an obscure reference to "The Muppet Movie" that made no sense what-so-ever in the show's context, so I knew my script was in good hands. Now if only the actors who were unlucky enough to get picked by me didn't mind making total asses out of themselves onstage or derogating their own nationality and ethnicity, I might have a decent show.

Fortunately all the above was true (especially about the director being a raging alcoholic. Rumor has it she's Irish) and they managed to turn my script from (and I am quoting myself during the award ceremony here) "crap into... good crap." And of course 'good crap' was meant to be a compliment when I said it, I'm just a worse public speaker than I am a writer.

I also have to say again how impressed I was with the level and amount of talent on display throughout the night. It was beyond what I'm used to seeing on Broadway stages. As I was watching the pieces I was constantly thinking to myself, "I hope I pick that actor next time," or "I'd love to see what that director can do with my next awful play." I told one of the actors in my show that I still think about him saying, "Dum-dum-dum-dum-Dumbledore," during the last Short-Shorts, and now I can't wait until April 24th so I can randomly say, "Oh, by the way, happy Arbor Day everyone," to everybody I run into.

Oh, did I say this blog was going to be quick? I meant, "so-long-that-nobody-will-bother-to-read-the-entire-thing."

2009-03-29T11:05:00.000-04:00

Nina Capone to Michael Weems on facebook (put on here at Nina's request): best line of the night: "Why can't you love me from the front?!" by Michael Weems.... hilarious...

2009-03-29T00:06:00.000-04:00

Michael Weems: Last update. All done. Yay cast and everyone. Drinky drinky.

2009-03-28T22:27:00.000-04:00

Eddie Rodriguez: Tom: “I love it that your gloves are touching your boobies & then touching my face?”

2009-03-28T22:26:00.000-04:00

Eddie Rodriguez: Tom: “Stand up, take them out & hit me right now”

2009-03-28T22:25:00.000-04:00

Catherine Corbett: You know what I like?...cake farts! – pandamnation

2009-03-28T22:18:00.000-04:00

Melisa Breiner-Sanders: So now it’s done. What just happened?

2009-03-28T21:36:00.000-04:00

Kelly Barrett: Stay down til when?

2009-03-28T21:24:00.000-04:00

Melisa Breiner-Sanders: I wonder what information is being pushed out of my head while I cram all these lines in

2009-03-28T21:19:00.000-04:00

Kelly Barrett: I need a caped coat, a captains hat and maybe a whistle…

2009-03-28T20:37:00.000-04:00

Melisa Breiner-Sanders: We need beds in the chill room. It’s time for my nap.

2009-03-28T20:19:00.000-04:00

Christine Weems to Nina Capone: I suck at life. I thought I had. I didn’t. I suck.

2009-03-28T20:18:00.000-04:00

Nina Capone: I just heard Christine say she told the audience the intermission was over, but she forgot to tell the actors. Its been a LONG day.

2009-03-28T20:03:00.000-04:00

Adia Tucker: Is there an award for Best Kiss? If so then Melisa and I have that sewn up.

2009-03-28T20:01:00.000-04:00

Melisa Breiner-Sanders: This preshow room is weird. Actors are weird. Panda sex, live paid studio audience, dancing and more panda sex. Oh big les

2009-03-28T19:57:00.000-04:00

Brooklyn Scalzo: This festival is putting my cast through early menopause.

2009-03-28T19:53:00.000-04:00

Nina Capone: My cast rocked! Thank you melisa, donella, emily & adia!

2009-03-28T19:52:00.000-04:00

Melisa Breiner-Sanders: That went quick. Went well though! Now on to the next show!

2009-03-28T19:31:00.000-04:00

Kelly Barrett: Omg, they stole my bit!!!!!!

2009-03-28T19:25:00.000-04:00

Kate O'Phalen: Getting nervous!

2009-03-28T19:21:00.000-04:00

Catherine Corbett: Gram-pa fell asleep… I’m afraid he may not wake up… Ever.

2009-03-28T19:20:00.000-04:00

Catherine Corbett: Gram zaps his kids

2009-03-28T19:10:00.000-04:00

Steve Unwin: Jesus, chip! How do you even know what cock tastes like?

2009-03-28T19:03:00.000-04:00

Eddie Rodriguez: Boss Lady “You’re like 5 years old, how do you what being Eiffel Towered means?”

2009-03-28T18:45:00.000-04:00

Whit Elliott: I just go thrown out of the show by the dirty Mexican!

2009-03-28T18:40:00.000-04:00

Kelly Barrett: When in doubt, slap Graeme.

2009-03-28T18:31:00.000-04:00

Brooklyn Scalzo: Dude, I think my show is illegal in the south.

2009-03-28T18:30:00.000-04:00

Kate O'Phalen: There’s nothing more fun than bitch-slapping someone with a rubber glove.

2009-03-28T18:21:00.000-04:00

Ben Klier: Random thought #2: I’m stoked about drinking fake booze onstage today. It’s only slightly less exciting as drinking real booze later, when the show is over.

2009-03-28T17:35:00.000-04:00

Melisa Breiner-Sanders: I am drained of energy after so many hours of rehearsal. Time for coffee.

2009-03-28T16:54:00.000-04:00

Kelly Barrett: Can you get high on Subway? I think my cast is (me too)

2009-03-28T16:02:00.000-04:00

Kelly Barrett: What the hell does a panda sound like?????

2009-03-28T15:59:00.001-04:00

Alexia Terrell: PANDA PANDA!!!

2009-03-28T15:59:00.000-04:00

Kelly Barrett: Panda!

2009-03-28T15:58:00.000-04:00

Catherine Corbett: Pan-duh!

2009-03-28T15:47:00.000-04:00

Cara Picone: I’m a little scandalized that I have to pleasure a walking cane in front of my parents.

2009-03-28T15:46:00.000-04:00

Eddie Rodriguez: We are having massive show wardrobe failure.

2009-03-28T15:41:00.001-04:00

Andy Travis: Everything is cool. I THINK we’re having a good time :)

2009-03-28T15:41:00.000-04:00

Kelly Barrett: We’re on a field trip!

2009-03-28T15:40:00.000-04:00

Eddie Rodriguez: Boss Lady has now told me that I can’t speak unless Edgar is speaking

2009-03-28T15:38:00.000-04:00

Andy Travis: All is well! We have been busy traveling, figuring out the story and rehearsing.

2009-03-28T15:37:00.000-04:00

Michael McKeogh: I think so. Thanks for checking in. PS. Michael can kiss my ass.

2009-03-28T15:36:00.001-04:00

Brooklyn Scalzo: I don’t know if I am going to kill Emily or if Emily is going to kill me… I’ve got some brave actors!

2009-03-28T15:36:00.000-04:00

Christine to Andy Travis: Hey, Andy! Your cast is the only one I haven’t heard from at all yet. All going okay?

2009-03-28T15:35:00.000-04:00

Christine to Michael McKeogh 3:35 pm: Haven’t heard a peep from anybody in your cast yet? All okay?

2009-03-28T15:19:00.000-04:00

Kate O'Phalen: We’ll see how this goes!

2009-03-28T15:06:00.002-04:00

Chris Bell: My boss didn’t sched anyone to work for me tonight! Life is trying to get in the way of our artistic endeavor but I won’t let it! I’ll see you all at tech regardless!!!

2009-03-28T15:06:00.001-04:00

Brooklyn Scalzo: Was there a line that is required in the script?

2009-03-28T15:06:00.000-04:00

Eddie Rodriguez: Boss lady now spilling cranberry juice on us. Mad I tell u

2009-03-28T14:24:00.000-04:00

Brooklyn Scalzo: aghhhhhhhhhh

2009-03-28T13:28:00.000-04:00

Eddie Rodriguez: Boss Lady: “Gloves, Boobs… What is going on?”

2009-03-28T13:27:00.000-04:00

Nina Capone: Wow! The Duncan did an awesome job nailing each actress in casting! Dead on.

2009-03-28T13:26:00.000-04:00

Ben Klier: Random thought #1: I could use the non-latex “latex” glove on all of my lines. I love prop jokes. It wouldn’t work, of course. But I’d be a happy actor.

2009-03-28T13:25:00.001-04:00

Kelly Barrett: Ha ha! I got the good actors!

2009-03-28T13:25:00.000-04:00

Nina Capone: We r all lesbian superheroes.

2009-03-28T13:21:00.000-04:00

Jeff Kroh: Latex gloves! So many uses for latex gloves!

2009-03-28T13:20:00.001-04:00

Eddie Rodriguez: Starting to worry that audience will become nauseated over the smell of dog food.

2009-03-28T13:20:00.000-04:00

Alexia Terrell: p.s. the gloves in our show are used…and not on pandas.

2009-03-28T13:17:00.000-04:00

Gillian Riley: When in doubt, put your butt in a corner.

2009-03-28T13:16:00.000-04:00

Steve Unwin: Mark it. Director made a period joke.

2009-03-28T13:06:00.000-04:00

Eddie: Director now wants us to call her Boss Lady. Tried to call her by her first name & she threw her notebook at me.

2009-03-28T13:04:00.001-04:00

Steve Unwin: Yes, yes the dialogue is important and all, but the real question is how do we synthesize the dog food?

2009-03-28T13:04:00.000-04:00

Kelly Barrett: New note to actor – sperm hands

2009-03-28T13:03:00.000-04:00

Emily Evans: Can you reserve a ticket for the 9:30 show under Rachel Levinson while I imagine what it would feel like to have my man-panties in a twist.

2009-03-28T12:58:00.000-04:00

Eddie Rodriguez: On lunch break. I’m by myself. I think I just lost everyone. Crap.

2009-03-28T12:54:00.000-04:00

Chris Bell: What a great cast! So easy to work with… Now they better not fuck this up!.. or else! Ha ha

2009-03-28T12:24:00.000-04:00

Alexia Terrell: I had no idea doing wwss would put me at risk for AIDS.

2009-03-28T12:21:00.001-04:00

Brooklyn Scalzo: I know, they will all wear lingerie! Ta da!!!!

2009-03-28T12:04:00.000-04:00

Kelly Barrett: First syringe and bloody wall story of the day!

2009-03-28T12:02:00.001-04:00

Derrick Bryant Marshall: At least I don’t have to get a blowjob on stage this time. :) Yay!

2009-03-28T11:50:00.000-04:00

Kelly Barrett: In the east village with a hat full of rubber gloves. All we need is a dildo and Graeme could make lots of friends!

2009-03-28T11:42:00.000-04:00

Alexia Terrell: It smells like hot panda sex on our train. Oh wait, that’s just a homeless man.

2009-03-28T11:32:00.000-04:00

Catherine Corbett: This is the 2nd play I’ve been in where I get raped by an animal!!

2009-03-28T11:25:00.000-04:00

Eddie Rodriguez: She said she was “just joking” Don’t believe her.

2009-03-28T11:24:00.000-04:00

Melisa Breiner-Sanders: What is a mollybdenum gun? Where have I heard of that before? Why isn’t it easily found on the internet?

2009-03-28T11:23:00.000-04:00

Eddie Rodriguez: Now I know she is crazy. She tried to stab me with her pencil on the subway.

2009-03-28T11:22:00.001-04:00

Nina Capone: Are u a lipstick lesbian?

2009-03-28T11:22:00.000-04:00

Eddie Rodriguez: I think the director is a little crazy. She made us cross 8th ave in the middle of traffic.

2009-03-28T11:14:00.000-04:00

Brooklyn Scalzo: Script is super long, looks like I’m going to have to trim…sorry Emily

2009-03-28T11:13:00.000-04:00

Michael Weems: All done writing. Now at Hooters. Ha ha. Yum. Keeping my eyes on my sexy wife. Not the “waitresses”. Thomas can look though.

2009-03-28T11:01:00.000-04:00

Kelly Barrett: Ah beastiality… Always a hit..

2009-03-28T11:00:00.000-04:00

Whit Elliott: I’m being tortured by the mexican! I can see us fighting all day! Rival southerners!!

2009-03-28T10:57:00.000-04:00

Duncan Pflaster: Call it Dark Night of the Russet Rascal.

2009-03-28T10:51:00.000-04:00

Randa K. 10:51 am: Our first adventure. i forced the group to jwalk and we almost got hit by a cab!! might have trust issues now. Haha

2009-03-28T10:04:00.000-04:00

Brooklyn Scalzo: Hurry up and let me read my script

2009-03-28T09:18:00.000-04:00

Duncan Pflaster: Argh Staples is DEAD TO ME.

2009-03-28T07:08:00.000-04:00

From Duncan Pflaster

Finished final draft, then realized my friend who speaks Spanish was online, so asked him to make sure my Spanish in the script was correct. (Two of my actresses had "fluent in Spanish" in their Special Skills) Glad I checked with him- he gave me much better phrasings. Final draft done! Now, shower, breakfast, and I'm on my way back into the city. Woooooooo

2009-03-28T06:13:00.000-04:00

From Duncan Pflaster

Had dinner. Took a revivifying nap. Ready for another go at the draft. My gmail tells me it's raining. Perfect.

My cat is totally confused- He keeps thinking I'm coming out to feed him, when it's just to get coffee or water.

2009-03-28T04:33:00.001-04:00

From Emily Ehlinger

am basically done and is exhilarated...! woohoo!

2009-03-28T03:22:00.000-04:00

From Oliver Thrun

I'm putting bestiality into my play. But don't worry, it's tasteful. Even, dare I say, romantic?

2009-03-28T03:08:00.000-04:00

From Duncan Pflaster

Finished first draft. Very silly and weird, but I like it. Going to eat some food, I am STARVING, then go back and look at it with a fresh eye.

2009-03-28T02:54:00.000-04:00

From Bill Bria

All done. Printing out the copies now.

This is the part when I think that what I just wrote is mostly crap and doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Or is any good. Or funny. But both times I have been proven wrong by wonderfully talented actors and directors so now I just have to hand this beast over and say a prayer.

YAAAAA sleepy okay. Time for beds.

2009-03-28T02:30:00.000-04:00

From Michael Weems

Finished. Sleepy. Going to write author’s notes so actors only think I’m mildly insane. alarm will ring in 5 hours. it might not survive.

2009-03-28T02:20:00.000-04:00

From Oliver Thrun

The working title of my piece is: Don't Pan-do What Pan-do Don't Pan-does (it's a Simpsons reference), but I'll probably end up calling it: Oliver's Awesome Play of Coolness Starring Oliver Thrun as The Guy Who Wrote It!

P.S. I wrote a play for Blake about a funeral in Marion a while ago and he never did it and I forgot about it until now and now the Sarah Palin references are too old and they won't be funny any more and he never even told me if I liked it. I mean if HE liked it. You can tell him from me that he's a funky-head! Get down with the funky-head! BOOM-SHAKA-LAKA!!!