Month: June 2013

  • BACKYARD MENAGERIE

    I spend a lot of time in the backyard with my homies....

     

    Mr. Sourpuss here would not even acknowledge my presence

     

     

    You talkin' to me?

    Anything you can do, i can do better...

    No you can't...

    Yes, I Can!

    Not every applicant is accepted as a citizen in my bailiwick. These guys are undergoing the screening process...

    I'm molting, do you mind...?

    Mama tried to raise some chicks in nest built in these reeds, but a blackbird raided the nest and destroyed the eggs

  • TAKE A MINUTE TO READ THIS....

    NO SECOND ACTS

     

    Characters:

    Ben Hoyle- Unsucessful playwright, but one who never gives up

    Dan Boyle- Unsuccessful playwright, who has just about decided to pack it in, and go to work in his dad's advertising firm.
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    The curtain opens on a deli , a window overlooks Broadway. At a table by the window, two men are in the middle of a heated discussion.....

    Boyle: You're crazy! Who would pay to see a one-minute play?

    Hoyle: No one, of course. But Boyle, what if 30 or 40 one-minute plays were presented in one night? Think of it! With set and costume changes, it would take two hours, a little more. With the attention span of the average American getting shorter by the year, no one would get bored. If one or two plays suck, so what? We replace 'em, or do a rewrite.

    Boyle (warming up to the idea a little): Rotate the actors, so they have time to change clothes.

    Hoyle: And we all make some quick easy money!

    Boyle:  Yes!(excited, jumps up on the table, and begins to sing)

    I will do it! I will do it!

    I will write a one-act play that takes one minute to get through it

    Hoyle: Let's get to it, let's get down to it

    Boyle: Convince our writer buddies they should be a party to it

    Together:

    we will make use of all of our skills in
    composing brief pieces that are thrillin',
    and chillin', and will bring the crowds in
    and make ourselves a killing,  yes let's ...DO-OOOooOOO IT!

    (Exeunt to the sound of furious typing)