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Thursday, April 13, 2006

Thoughts from the heartland.

So the inevitable seems to be waking up. The collective beast that is cubs fans is waking up and will soon reclaim it's territory within which the blarney stone lies. The Cubs Beast is loud, slow witted, drunk and angry at their parents but they'll take it out on you...probably because they'd still love to be their parents. The Cubs Beast has no conscience or remorse. Only a forward momentum of destruction and chaos. And for that reason the Co-Governors of Space are considering changes. Do we move? Do we stay and beg for the manager to be more hands on in the control of the night of the show?
It'd be nice to get into a nice quiet bar that wants the help of a comedy show. I'd love to be able to hold onto a muskrat for a few moments too but the fact is that today we don't have that kind of relationship with muskrats...or Cubs Beasts. I'd love to cradle the Cubs Beast in my increasingly muscular arms and make them feel the love that the White Sox have for them. The type of life that awaits them if they'd just get their drinking under control.
Meanwhile, I'm in Kansas City right now and I'm thinking about becoming more bi-coastal (Lake Michigan and Missouri River). This is how I plan to do it. The two plays I finished writing last year should be put on. One could be shown in Kansas City at the upcoming fringe festival and the other could be put on at Second City immediately after. Then switch. What I mean by that is that if the right performers (in fact the same performers that saw me last year at the fringe festival) saw my play "You Are Poop" get put on, they might be interested in putting it on down here with my guidance. I'd certainly love to have that happen. Then when "You Are Poop" and the other one, "Chair" have had their short runs, we can flip them in venues in Chicago and Kansas City. The second round of venues will be a little harder to come by but far from impossible.
Anybody think they'd follow a Co-Governors of Space Show to Margie's in Lincoln Square? I think you will.
Alright, who wants to fight?