<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779101207015269729</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:42:38.297-07:00</updated><category term='play snippet'/><category term='Hijinks Ensue'/><title type='text'>Kokopelli's Mindwarp</title><subtitle type='html'>Nerdy Ramblings of a Professed Geek.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KravStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283029893232686384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zcwd5KggR4/SUHUQGWSgII/AAAAAAAAABE/FsLo4LYO0Qw/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779101207015269729.post-5071286071613500692</id><published>2009-04-13T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:22:45.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not To Shanshu In LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Didn't get in to Loyola Marymount in LA.&lt;br /&gt;Still moving to LA with the gf, but going to be pursuing other avenues... namely being a working stiff of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;Will be applying for UCLA's playwriting program for Fall of '10 and possibly a few other schools for similar programs.&lt;br /&gt;I had more or less decided that I was alright with not going to school next year already, so this comes as no big surprise to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779101207015269729-5071286071613500692?l=kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/feeds/5071286071613500692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779101207015269729&amp;postID=5071286071613500692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/5071286071613500692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/5071286071613500692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-to-shanshu-in-la.html' title='Not To Shanshu In LA'/><author><name>KravStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283029893232686384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zcwd5KggR4/SUHUQGWSgII/AAAAAAAAABE/FsLo4LYO0Qw/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779101207015269729.post-1503083675845053035</id><published>2009-04-11T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:11:26.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Krav Maga Pictures</title><content type='html'>Posted some pictures from Krav Maga today on my facebook-&lt;br /&gt;you can see them here @ &lt;b&gt;http://tinyurl.com/crepoj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also- more of my play coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779101207015269729-1503083675845053035?l=kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/feeds/1503083675845053035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779101207015269729&amp;postID=1503083675845053035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/1503083675845053035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/1503083675845053035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/2009/04/krav-maga-pictures.html' title='Krav Maga Pictures'/><author><name>KravStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283029893232686384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zcwd5KggR4/SUHUQGWSgII/AAAAAAAAABE/FsLo4LYO0Qw/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779101207015269729.post-8923332875895079320</id><published>2009-02-26T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:45:43.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midterm Play Final Draft</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Geek’s Tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Setting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A White Scrim is down leaving just a little bit of the stage available for action “The 5th Annual HijiNKS Ensue Experience” projected on the scrim in bright colors as well as a convention type scene.  A mic is on a mic stand off stage left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At Rise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As the lights rise, the projected  ‘Master of Ceremonies’ announces- “Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the Fifth Annual HijiNKs Ensue Experience! Please welcome the creator of HijiNKs Ensue- Joel Watson!” A loud round of applause that tapes off only when Joel has taken the stage and is wandering around with a microphone saying “Thank you Thank You!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank you! Thank you all so much!  You guys have been great! I really appreciate all of the support I’ve received from you Fancy Bastards over the years. Without you all, there would be no HijiNKS Ensue, and I would be still working at Sportsworld, and I would never have realized my dream.&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I started HijiNKS Ensue out of my apartment around 7 years ago.  I had been working at a sporting goods store as a clerk when I decided to quit my job to focus exclusively on my comic.  I hadn’t noticed before how much completely random stuff occurred in Texas that was both geek related and how much me and my friends were involved in the geekery that was around us.  I’d been drawing off and on forever, it was not unusual for my friends to be hanging out while I just doodled around on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scrim projection changes from the HE Experience convention scene to Joel’s apartment. Instead of just a plain wall behind the couch where Josh is sitting playing Mirror’s Edge there is a projection within the projection of Joel’s apartment. In this projection is the things that Joel is drawing on his tablet. We see Josh sitting on the couch with a peanut butter jar on his belly ridge while he plays his video game.  The projection shows Joel drawing Josh doing just that.  When Joel is done, the picture matches real life. The Scrim goes back down and it is the HE Experience convention scene again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel (Con’t)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let me back up… my friends and I had always been doing geeky stuff, dressing up as members of the Evil League of Evil, having weird experiences… We hung out all the time, doing crazy shit and I took advantage of our shenanigans…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The projection for the HE Experience fades out as the comic and label appears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Except for any practical furniture which should be multifunctional- the scene should be portrayed with projected comic type drawings of the given scene-On the back wall above the backdrops is written-“In which the gang tries out for the Evil League of Evil”- The comic is projected on a scrim that is in front of the playing area- the comic consists of a backdrop with three panels- One a swirly blue color, One a dirty street scene, and one a Mexican wrestling ring. We see Joel in the left panel with “Macromancer” written above him, Josh in the middle panel with “Bear Arms” written above him- Josh is saying ‘Pride can be Deadly’ and in the final panel is Eli as “LoLuchador” he says ‘kthnxbye!’ As the lights go up, so does the scrim to reveal the comic sans people projected on the wall behind the characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At Rise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eli is wearing a pair of tight wrestling type nylon pants, a Mexican wrestler’s mask, and a championship belt that says ‘I Can Haz Cheeseburger’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tell me again why I have to wear this getup? I feel … [Fingers his mask and tight wrestling pants] Exposed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;‘Cause Joss Whedon said he would include a fan’s submission video  for the Evil League of Evil in the commentary of Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog, and my friend lent me his camera for helping him on his porno shoot! And your costume isn’t any less revealing than what I wear on Saturday nights! So stop complaining or I’ll give you something even tighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He Sets Up the camera and checks the music for their submission song through the sound system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, us gays are extremely creative and skilled in costuming and music writing… our submission is going to be the best of all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joel enters from the bathroom dressed in a swirly black cloak type thing, and carrying both his Macbook and has his iphone clipped to his belt. He sees Eli and breaks out into a raucous laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ah! Senor Eli! ¿Usted debe ser utilizado a tener bolas azules… porqué mirada tan incómoda? [You’re used to blue balls, why so uncomfortable looking?]  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hate you asshole.&lt;br /&gt;[To Josh]&lt;br /&gt;Why is HIS costume not so… constricting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because he didn’t have the body to be a Mexican Wrestler… and duh… you’re Mexican!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Racist assholes… you think… ‘Lets make the Mexican the wrestler!’  What if I wanted to be the Macromancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That’s what you get for having a mouth full of tacos when we’re picking roles… Now shut it and get ready. I’m going to go change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[at Josh’s retreating back]&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn’t we have gotten him some kittens for the LolCat aspect of his evilness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joel plays with his laptop, getting it to emit various sounds and projecting colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eli adjusts himself in the pants and mask and plays with his championship belt- Still grumbling about his racially inspired costume and character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Josh returns, dressed in tight leather pants, leather studded straps crossing his chest crosswise, carrying an airsoft rifle painted black, an HRC sticker type tattoo on his left arm, he has shaved his beard into a friendly button chop style beard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No, because I’m allergic… for the billionth time. Alright, lets do this!  The Evil League of Evil, here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They all go and stand in front of their panel as the music swells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scrim drops again and the HE Experience logo is projected upon the white scrim. The scene returns to the convention hall at the HE-Experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joel is continuing his story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think the thing that just cemented my desire to quit my job and dedicate myself to the comic fulltime was when I finally realized that there was too much insanity in my life to not share it with the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lights fade down, and the projected scene changes to that of a sporting goods store. Above the counter it is written- “In which Joel realizes that his life is too crazy not to share” –before the characters enter the stage, we see the cartoon SCA nerds asking a cartoon Joel for a large number of racquet balls for their spears and arrows. The Scrim rises and we see the cartoon projected Sportsworld with Joel standing behind a counter reading a guitar magazine listening to Eli recount his evening of debauchery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A bell rings as a couple of nerdy type guys (mouth breather types) enter, as the bell rings, Joel like one of Pavlov’s dogs perks up and is instantly the diligent employee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Welcome to Sportsworld, can I help you find anything today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCA-Nerd 1: (nasally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Umm.. yeah… We’re looking for something like ah uh tennis balls? Those are solid aren’t they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; No, they’re not solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trying not to laugh at the SCA Nerds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCA-Nerd 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, we’re looking for rubber balls that are… y’know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;… Solid? (Finishing the sentence for Nerd 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCA-Nerd 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Exactly! Do you have anything like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We have racquet balls… I think they’re solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCA-Nerd 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Resplendent!  Might we purchase a large number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joel Crosses SL to where the racquet balls are racked on shelves and returning behind the counter to ring up the SCANerds’ order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You two big racquet ball players then? What’re all the balls for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCA-Nerd 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Uh… no. We need them to put on the end of our spears and arrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spears and arrows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCA-Nerd 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um… yeah!? For the SCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCA- Nerd 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under his breath to Nerd 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losers don’t know anything…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While ringing up the nerd’s purchase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the blazing fire of Mordor is the SCA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCA-Nerd 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Society for Creative Anachronism.  The Kingdom of Ansteorra?! Any of this sounding familiar?  We’re members of the Barony of the Stargate.  Highly ranked actually…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, I’m going to stop you there… those things coming out of your mouth? I believe that they MIGHT be words, but they’re not words that make any sense to us normal people… so can you nerdlings get out your dork to human dictionary and tell us in REAL PEOPLE words what you mean?  You go through the Stargate with Lt. Col. Carter….mmm sexy scientist military chick… and you need racquet balls to go on missions with SG1?  Gonna throw them at the Goa’uld?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCA-Nerd 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not Stargate, the BARONY of the Stargate, which is the local group we belong to within the SCA! The Society for Creative Anachronism, or SCA, is an organization of like-minded individuals who enjoy getting together and experiencing life as we believe it would have been in 17th Century Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCA-Nerd 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We have people who are craftspeople, knights, nobility… basically anything that you think of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCA-Nerd 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I joined, I bound myself to a mistress who was a tent-maker, I learned the craft of tent making and moved my way up the ranks.&lt;br /&gt;Currently…. I am a---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hold on buddy. Bound yourself? Like BDSM shit? [To Joel] And you thought you had problems…. [back to Nerd] And really?  Nobody here wants to listen to you talk about your Nerd-ville… We’re proper upstanding Geeks here, and we don’t have any tolerance for your type here.  Now take your balls and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCA-Nerd 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Overdramatically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Said LEAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The nerds scramble out of the store, almost forgetting to bring out their purchase- Eli and Joel restrain themselves from laughing hysterically, bursting out when the nerds are off stage. The Scrim falls again and the HE Experience setting is projected again- Joel is still telling the story of the success of HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So after I quit my job and had started gaining some sort of success with the webcomic, I had a party to celebrate finally turning a profit.  I had hoped for a simple party, we could play some Wii sports, watch a shitty movie, and I was sure that most people would probably get drunk- but as with most of our parties, things descended into utter chaos pretty rapidly….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Setting: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the Scrim it says: In which Joel throws a party. The Host’s Lament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the comic we see Eli throwing a Wii controller through the plasma tv, Josh and Denise pouring their beer on the floor (really drunk) and a bloody stranger asking for hooker blood remover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The scrim goes up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At Rise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone is drinking, playing Wii sports, and spilling drinks on the floor which angers Joel who is frantically trying to clean up everyone’s messes. There are two or three guys sitting on the couch with their laptops networking them together for a sort of adhoc LAN party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everyone! Could you please manage to not spill everything on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As Joel turns away to get more paper towels, Denise and Josh start pouring their beer on the floor- they are VERY drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Drinky drinky floor, you’re VERY thirsty. Yes you are… drink my beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh… its alright. Its alright to drink the beer, we won’t tell anyone.  Shhh…. Its good for you… we know you like it… here have some more. That’s it, that’s right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joel returns from his paper towel quest, finds them doing this and forces them to stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What the FRAK are you guys doing? Stop that!! God, you’re like children! Worse than Children!  This has all happened before, this will all happen again… at least its not the apocalypse this time.&lt;br /&gt;[To the LAN party guys]&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t you stop them?&lt;br /&gt;[No Response]&lt;br /&gt;Hello?&lt;br /&gt;[Still no response]&lt;br /&gt;Why do I even try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then he turns and bumps into a bloody stranger who is tugging at his cuffs and trying to wipe blood from his face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uhm… Hi. You enjoying the party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bloody Stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Looks shifty and wrings hands together, trying to wipe off the blood&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, yesh…. What do you have that gets hooker blood out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[Frightened]&lt;br /&gt;Uh… I’m not sure… are you a friend of Eli’s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He looks frantically around for Eli who is nowhere in sight, but when he turns back, the bloody stranger is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel (Con’t)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Weird…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joel turns again and notices that Eli just threw a Wii controller through his flat screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh for the love of JoCo… what now? I cannot leave them alone… they’re like children. Really they are. This party was such a bad idea….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lights fade out and the scrim goes down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The HE Experience Cartoon background is projected again. Joel continues his story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even when things were more or less calm in my life, my friends could always be counted on to do something crazy that I could take advantage of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;HE Experience projection fades- “In which Eli writes fanmail to Battlestar Galactica” appears on the scrim before it goes up. The Setting is Joel’s apartment on any afternoon&lt;br /&gt;At rise:&lt;br /&gt;Joel is sitting on his couch playing his guitar. Eli is pawing through the mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey Senor Eli. How’s it hanging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everything’s good, I got offered a job testing video games for Gearboxity- they pay me in Pizza!  Has anything shown up for me here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uh nothing FOR you, but I have a “No Such address” that you sent to the Battlestar Galactica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What? Give it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He grabs at the mail on the coffee table searching for his letter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wouldn’t send it to the… wherever the fleet is?&lt;br /&gt;I put like 5 stamps on it! They should be able to send it across the galaxy for that! What am I paying for if they won’t send my mail?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You have GOT to be shitting me! You cannot have thought that you could send a letter to a FICTIONAL ship on a TV show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But I’m not interested in what the actors have to say… I’m more interested in the characters! I wanted STARBUCK’S autograph, not Katee Sackhoff’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You DON’T want Katee Sackhoff’s autograph? I think Josh has been right about you all along… you are a member of his FAMILY…&lt;br /&gt;But that still doesn’t explain why you were so stupid as to think that 5 stamps would constitute an intergalactic delivery fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The dude at the mail place…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snaps his fingers, trying to come up with the right words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You mean the Post Office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes! The postal office worker dude… he DID give me a weird look when I asked about how much it would cost… but I didn’t expect he’d rip me off!  (It just dawned on him) Dude RIPPED ME OFF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, what did you expect? I bet it’s not every day that he gets someone in there trying to mail something to space. Remember when those SCA Nerds came into Sportsworld for their ‘resplendent balls’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;…yes… why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In this instance- you are the SCA Nerd to the postal worker’s me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You cannot be comparing me to those mouthbreathers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If the pocket protector fits…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know… sometimes I fucking hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What did you write to them anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Go ahead… read it for yourself. Laugh it up fuzzball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Takes the letter from Eli, tears it open and retrieves the letter from the envelope- the paper even has the corners cut off like on Battlestar Galactica.&lt;br /&gt;‘Dear Battlestar Galactica, you are the best show on television and you are my favorite show. When you find Earth, you should come to Dallas and hang out with me. I have an X-Box 360 and a PS3 and there are no Cylons- Cylon’s spelled incorrectly by the way. You spelled it S-I-L-O-N-S-  Adama is cool, but Starbuck is cooler, and a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be friends? Circle Yes or No’&lt;br /&gt;Are you some sort of retarded person? Not only did you try to mail a letter to a fictional ship on a tv show, instead of the set and characters itself, but your letter reads like something an elementary school student would write…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lights fade, the scrim goes down and a comic comes up, it is Eli writing a letter on paper that has had the corners cut off (just like on Battlestar Galactica) in one panel, the next is Eli trying to discover how much postage he would need to mail it to the Colonial Fleet (he thinks 4 or 5 stamps).  And the last panel is a close up of the envelope addressed to The Colonial Fleet in outer space.  Instead of Joel’s address, the return address is ‘Eli, Dallas Texas Earth’ then an arrow with a note saying “Its real! I Live here!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The HE Experience scene is projected on the scrim again as the comic fades away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was asked a year or so after the site went live to create an animated music video for Jonathan Coulton’s song “Re: Your Brains”- it was this music video that really cemented my position in online fame- such as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The HE Experience Cartoon fades and the words “In which Jonathan Coulton is a Zombie trying to eat Joel”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scrim rises and we see a cartoon office with a door in the middle of the stage. JONATHAN COULTON is a Zombie with a guitar on one side of the door. Joel is hiding under a table. On the wall behind Jonathan Coulton we see animated Zombies and zombie Josh, Eli and Denise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jonathan Coulton (JoCo)- Sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Heya, Tom' it’s Bob from the office down the hall&lt;br /&gt;Good to see you, buddy; how’ve you been?&lt;br /&gt;Thing have been OK for me except that I’m a zombie now&lt;br /&gt;I really wish you’d let us in&lt;br /&gt;I think I speak for all of us when I say I understand&lt;br /&gt;Why you folks might hesitate to submit to our demand&lt;br /&gt;But here’s an FYI: you’re all gonna die screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denise Josh and Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All we want to do is eat your brains&lt;br /&gt;We’re not unreasonable; I mean, no one’s gonna eat your eyes&lt;br /&gt;All we want to do is eat your brains&lt;br /&gt;We’re at an impasse here; maybe we should compromise:&lt;br /&gt;If you open up the doors&lt;br /&gt;We’ll all come inside and eat your brains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Song continues with animated zombies dancing and chewing on furniture and dead bodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scrim goes back down to the HE Experience convention hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After that music video came out, the site hits quadrupled, and my merchandise sales went through the roof. My fanbase now included not only my original Fancy Bastards, but now also some of Jonathan Coulton’s loyal fans were now rabid fans, demanding prints and tee shirts. The readers were clamoring for a venue where they could all come and meet me finally, and thus was born the HijiNKs Ensue Experience.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to keep being able to bring the same geeky hilarity to all of my loyal fans for many years to come.  So thanks for coming and have a fantastic time! Stick around because the one and only Jonathan Coulton is going to be performing here with Paul and Storm in just one hour!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again and …&lt;br /&gt;[The Audience (Sound Cue) joins in with him in chanting]&lt;br /&gt;“GODSPEED YOU FANCY BASTARDS!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lights Fade Leaving the HE Experience Projection glowing faintly on the scrim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779101207015269729-8923332875895079320?l=kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/feeds/8923332875895079320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779101207015269729&amp;postID=8923332875895079320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/8923332875895079320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/8923332875895079320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/2009/02/midterm-play-final-draft.html' title='Midterm Play Final Draft'/><author><name>KravStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283029893232686384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zcwd5KggR4/SUHUQGWSgII/AAAAAAAAABE/FsLo4LYO0Qw/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779101207015269729.post-1522175833805393701</id><published>2009-02-07T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T08:16:04.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring JoCo to St. Louis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height:0px;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" width="400" height="360" data="http://static.eventful.com/store/stickers/flash/split.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="&amp;amp;bg=black&amp;amp;sid=D0-001-000000365-3&amp;amp;size=400&amp;amp;fg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;target=default"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.eventful.com/store/stickers/flash/split.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="lt"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eventful.com/stlouis/demand/jonathan-coulton-/D0-001-000000365-3/join?bg=black&amp;amp;fg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;t=new" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img height="43" width="400" border="0" src="http://static.eventful.com/store/stickers/flash/assets/split/400x43_mid-black.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eventful.com/demand/learn/D0-001-000000365-3?t=new" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img height="30" width="400" border="0" src="http://static.eventful.com/store/stickers/flash/assets/split/400x30_bottom-black.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;View all &lt;a href="'http://eventful.com/stlouis/events'"&gt;&lt;span style="color:'#999999';"&gt;St. Louis events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Any thoughts would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Also: I don't have a title yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with the show!!!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting:&lt;br /&gt;A soundstage type set up in Joel’s living room, an expensive camera, lights, and sound system are on one side of the stage pointing towards a backdrop with three panels- One a swirly blue color, One a dirty street scene, and one a Mexican wrestling ring.&lt;br /&gt;At Rise:&lt;br /&gt;Eli is wearing a pair of tight wrestling type nylon pants, a Mexican wrestler’s mask, and a championship belt that says ‘I Can Haz Cheeseburger’&lt;br /&gt;Josh is setting up a camera and testing signals and connections&lt;br /&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;Tell me again why I have to wear this getup? I feel … [Fingers his mask and tight wrestling pants] Exposed…&lt;br /&gt;Josh&lt;br /&gt;You’ll thank me when we’re on the Dvd extras for Dr Horrible! Joss Whedon said he would include a fan’s submission video for the Evil League of Evil in the commentary of Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog, and my friend lent me his camera for helping him on his porno shoot!&lt;br /&gt;[He Sets Up the camera and checks the music for their submission song through the sound system]&lt;br /&gt;Besides, us gays are extremely creative and skilled in costuming and music writing… our submission is going to be the best of all of them.&lt;br /&gt;Joel enters from the bathroom dressed in a swirly black cloak type thing, and carrying both his Macbook and has his iphone clipped to his belt. He sees Eli and breaks out into a raucous laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;Good god Eli!  I think Lol Luchador is you, not the other way around. Way to go on these costumes Josh.  Think we’ve got enough practice on the song?&lt;br /&gt;Josh&lt;br /&gt;Oh… I kinda thought we’d just use the voices on the tape… you guys are kinda… not good at singing… you guys can lipsync right?&lt;br /&gt;Eli and Joel look at eachother quizzically and shrug.&lt;br /&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;How hard can it be?&lt;br /&gt;Josh&lt;br /&gt;Alright… I’m going to go put on my costume, you two… just… don’t touch anything.&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;[at Josh’s retreating back]&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Its my apartment!  …  [After a moment’s thought and hearing the bathroom door open] Don’t destroy my bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;Joel plays with his laptop, getting it to emit various sounds and projecting colors.&lt;br /&gt;Eli adjusts himself in the pants and mask and plays with his championship belt&lt;br /&gt;Josh returns, dressed in tight leather pants, leather studded straps crossing his chest crosswise, carrying an airsoft rifle painted black, an HRC sticker type tattoo on his left arm, he has shaved his beard into a friendly button chop style beard&lt;br /&gt;Josh&lt;br /&gt;Alright, lets do this!  The Evil League of Evil, here we come!&lt;br /&gt;They all go and stand in their respective stuff- the sign over Joel’s head reads “The Macromancer” Josh stands in the middle, his sign says “Bear Arms”, and Eli stands on the right, his sign says “Lol Luchador”  The music starts to play and the lights fade out.  As the lights fade out, the comic of this scene is projected on the back wall while the scene changes.&lt;br /&gt;Setting:&lt;br /&gt;Joel’s living room, it’s a party.  Everyone is drinking, playing Wii sports, and spilling drinks on the floor which angers Joel who is frantically trying to clean up everyone’s messes.&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;Everyone! Could you please manage to not spill everything on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;As Joel turns away to get more paper towels, Denise and Josh start pouring their beer on the floor, they are VERY VERY drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Denise&lt;br /&gt;Drinky drinky floor, you’re VERY thirsty. Yes you are… drink my beer!&lt;br /&gt;Josh&lt;br /&gt;Oh… its alright. Its alright to drink the beer, we won’t tell anyone&lt;br /&gt;Joel returns from his paper towel quest, finds them doing this and forces them to stop. Then he turns and is confronted with a bloody stranger&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Stranger&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, yesh…. What do you have that gets hooker blood out?&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;[Frightened]&lt;br /&gt;Uh… I’m not sure… are you a friend of Eli’s?&lt;br /&gt;He looks frantically around for Eli who is nowhere in sight, but when he turns back, the bloody stranger is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Joel (Con’t)&lt;br /&gt;Weird…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Setting:&lt;br /&gt;Joel’s apartment, a large drawing table is center, there are stacks of papers everywhere, crumpled failed drawings, as well as successful completed strips which are tacked on the wall.  On Stage Right is a Computer desk where Joel’s Mac and several microphones are set up, next to the table is his amp rack and his electric guitars and basses which have their own stands.  Stage Left is a large comfortable yet worn couch.&lt;br /&gt;At Rise:&lt;br /&gt;Joel is sprawled on the couch, he looks disheveled, like he hasn’t slept well in a couple of days, on top of him is a large sketch pad and several crumpled pieces of paper.  There is detritis of a few weeks’ lack of cleaning and takeout scattered over the floor and on virtually every flat surface. The doorbell rings- shocking Joel awake.&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;Startled, just waking up&lt;br /&gt;Wha? Wasn’t sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognizes that there’s no one there, that it’s the door that woke him-Loudly yet groggily&lt;br /&gt;Joel (Con’t)&lt;br /&gt; I’m coming! I’m coming… hang on!&lt;br /&gt;He crosses to the door Stage Left and opens it to reveal Eli, Denise, and Josh- they push past Joel and enter his apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;Good God Man! What have you been doing here? It smells like the inside of a gym locker that’s been left out in the sun for a couple weeks!&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m sorry its not cleaner, I wasn’t exactly expecting visitors… I’ve been kinda busy.&lt;br /&gt;Joel crosses back to his drawing table, seating himself behind it and chugging the contents of one of the open cans while looking frustrated at the interruption.  He picks up a pencil and starts drawing again.&lt;br /&gt;What’s going on?&lt;br /&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;Well since we hadn’t heard from you in weeks, we started getting worried. Well, Denise got worried, she was fretting something awful… I Told her that you were most likely ok…&lt;br /&gt;Denise&lt;br /&gt;I most certainly did NOT … He was the one who was all “oh no! what if Joel is hurt or lying in a ditch somewhere?”&lt;br /&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;Shut up I did not.&lt;br /&gt;Josh&lt;br /&gt;Aww Eli…I always knew that you had a thing for Joel!&lt;br /&gt;[To no one in particular] Two more recruits and I get a toaster oven…&lt;br /&gt;Josh locates a half eaten jar of peanut butter and some crackers.  He plops on the couch, placing the peanut butter on a ridge of his belly, props his feet up and starts watching the tv and texting on his iPhone.&lt;br /&gt; Denise&lt;br /&gt;[Ignoring Josh] Despite what these two knuckleheads would have you believe, we were actually worried since we hadn’t heard from you. Is everything alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, everything’s fine, I’ve just been working on my comic.&lt;br /&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;We went by Sportsworld, manager says you left without notice three weeks ago! He never even gave you your last paycheck! What’s going on man? You quit your job?!&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t keep working there. I had to get out, work on something meaningful! Sportsworld was killing me, smothering my potential…&lt;br /&gt;Josh&lt;br /&gt;Around a mouthful of peanut butter and crackers&lt;br /&gt;I can see that, you wanted to take control of your life, create your own destiny…make something meaningful out of your life!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;[To Josh]God… You’re so gay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[To Joel] But what about your responsibilities? You’re always bitching about this or that or some such… what made you change your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;I figured I’d give myself a chance to prove to myself that I could make my life what I want it to be… I just… couldn’t stand working at that stupid store for ever if I never tried to make something out of my life, to do what I want!  If I’m going to fail at life, I’d rather fail at doing something I’m passionate about than fail at being a minimum wage racquet ball jockey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise&lt;br /&gt;Well, show us what you’ve got at least. What’s your comic about?&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;I tried to turn all the shit I encountered at Sportsworld into a full length comic, but it became obvious that I didn’t have enough material, and I had no hope in getting it published at all, so I’ve decided to try to do an online comic, like a weekly type thing.&lt;br /&gt;They move over towards his computer and Joel starts opening picture files. As he opens files, they are projected on the wall behind them.&lt;br /&gt;Joel (Con’t)&lt;br /&gt;And my time at Sportsworld had a couple things happen that I could write about, but for the most part I’m going to write jokes about things I find important, I mean, we all are proper upstanding geeks, and we like to talk all the time about things… I figured, I find us amusing, perhaps other people would think we’re as funny as I think we are…&lt;br /&gt; I can’t explain it very well, just take a look. Its not a complete comic, but just an idea of something I’m thinking of using.&lt;br /&gt;The file that Joel opens is one of a cartoon Josh sitting on the couch next to Joel, a peanut butter jar perched on his belly (as it is on the real life Josh sitting on the couch ignoring what is going on on Joel’s computer screen), eating crackers dipped in peanut butter. Eli and Denise see the picture, look over at Josh, look back at the computer, and shrug at eachother (its nothing new to them). &lt;br /&gt;Denise&lt;br /&gt;That’s really cool!&lt;br /&gt;[Looks over at Josh]&lt;br /&gt;You really captured the essence of Josh, with all of his … Joshness.&lt;br /&gt;Josh gets up off the couch and crosses the stage to see what they’re talking about. He snorts in appreciation at the comic image of himself on the couch, and returns to the couch where he pulls out his iPhone and starts texting people.&lt;br /&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;And so true to life! Yet hilarious when seen in comic form. Let’s see what else you have…&lt;br /&gt;Joel clicks through several more files, different poses of Josh, Eli, Joel, and Denise all show up on the projection. &lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, that’s just a couple of my ideas. I figure that I write and draw the comics based on the geek related things in the world that occur, find a way to make it all about us, and put them up on my own website!&lt;br /&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like you’ve got it all thought out… but how are you going to make money at this? Advertising?&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;Some, but I figured I could also design tee shirts and sell them through either an Etsy or Yahoo store.&lt;br /&gt;[Pause]&lt;br /&gt;Denise and Eli look at each other. Josh continues to eat peanut butter and crackers while texting on his phone.&lt;br /&gt;Joel (Con’t)&lt;br /&gt;Look guys, I don’t plan to become a millionaire doing this, but I figure, there is a market for this kind of stuff!  I mean, how many times have you been on a forum somewhere and thought that someone said something funny, or that there was something funny about a news article?&lt;br /&gt;There’s a market for just about anything out there, and since George Lucas can still make millions of dollars off of the franchise he ruined with the prequels and his internalized racism made external by Jar Jar Binks, I figure I can make enough money to live in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;And if it takes off enough, I might be able to do a podcast or something where all of us can participate in talking about things we find amusing, or bad, or whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel (Con’t)&lt;br /&gt;We can talk about shitty movie night, and suggest shitty movies for people to watch, or … give suggestions as to what kind of movies to see… the sky is the limit with the internet and what you can do with it.&lt;br /&gt;Josh&lt;br /&gt;[Finally participating in the conversation]&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to call it? Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of calling it ‘HijiNKS ENSUE’- the i’s and j lower case every thing else capitalized… that way there’s the three dots right in a row… with this font it looks awesome.&lt;br /&gt;He brings up another file which is projected on the wall of the stage with the logo he’s designed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779101207015269729-9010820991884968035?l=kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/feeds/9010820991884968035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779101207015269729&amp;postID=9010820991884968035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/9010820991884968035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/9010820991884968035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-more-rewrites.html' title='Some more rewrites'/><author><name>KravStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283029893232686384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zcwd5KggR4/SUHUQGWSgII/AAAAAAAAABE/FsLo4LYO0Qw/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779101207015269729.post-6770370932788871956</id><published>2009-01-14T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:48:35.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HijiNKSENSUE play snippet REWRITE Part the 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;HijiNKS ENSUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sarah Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The Setting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sportsworld, a sporting goods store, located in the southern coastal area of Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel- a clerk at the sporting goods store who has to deal with the idiocy of the customers on a daily basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli- Joel’s best friend who’s constantly hanging out at the store, talking with Joel while he’s working, and passing judgement on the other customers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Denise- a girl Eli met at a party, the rare and elusive girl geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Josh- A friend of Eli and Denise who works at Gearboxity with Denise, a big gamer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The lights come up on Joel, a shaggy haired kid in his late teens standing behind a counter, perusing a guitar magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;A bell rings as a door opens, and in walks Eli SL who greets Joel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yo Loser! You missed a HELL of a party yesterday… Josh was there and he had lots of … you know… inspiration.  Might be just what you need to finally finish that comic you’ve been writing for what… since high school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;While I appreciate your attempts to (with finger quotes) “encourage” me to finish my GRAPHIC novel… I don’t think weed from some dude you just met at some party is the answer. I just… (Sighs) I dunno… I just need something to happen to me, something new … something less stupid and … Texan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Dude… not another rant about how things suck in Texas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The door opens again and a couple of nerdy type guys (mouth breather types) enter, as the bell rings, Joel like one of Pavlov’s dogs perks up and is instantly the diligent employee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Welcome to Sportsworld, can I help you find anything today?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 1: (nasally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Umm.. yeah… We’re looking for something like ah uh tennis balls? Those are solid aren’t they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; No, they’re not solid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Giving Eli, who’s trying to stifle a raucous laugh, a “do you see what kind of idiots I have to deal with” look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Well, we’re looking for rubber balls that are… y’know…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;… Solid? (Finishing the sentence for Nerd 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Exactly! Do you have anything like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We have racquet balls… I think they’re solid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Resplendent!  Might we purchase a large number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel Crosses SL to where the racquet balls are racked on shelves and returning behind the counter to ring up the Nerds’ order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Do you two even PLAY racquet ball?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Uh… no. We need them to put on the end of our spears and arrows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Spears and arrows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Matter of Factly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Um… yeah!? For the SCA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Under his breath to Nerd 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Losers don’t know anything…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;While ringing up the nerd’s purchase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What in the blazing fire of Mordor is the SCA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The Society for Creative Anachronism.  The Kingdom of Ansteorra?! Any of this sounding familiar?  We’re members of the Barony of the Stargate.  Highly ranked actually…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ok, I’m going to stop you there… those things coming out of your mouth? I believe that they MIGHT be words, but they’re not words that make any sense to us normal people… so can you nerdlings get out your dork to human dictionary and tell us in REAL PEOPLE words what you mean?  You go through the Stargate with Lt. Col. Carter….mmm sexy scientist military chick… and you need racquet balls to go on missions with SG1?  Gonna throw them at the Goa’uld?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Not Stargate, the BARONY of the Stargate, which is the local group we belong to within the SCA! The Society for Creative Anachronism, or SCA, is an organization of like-minded individuals who enjoy getting together and experiencing life as we believe it would have been in 17th Century Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We have people who are craftspeople, knights, nobility… basically anything that you think of.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;When I joined, I bound myself to a mistress who was a tent-maker, I learned the craft of tent making and moved my way up the ranks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Currently…. I am a---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hold on buddy. Bound yourself? Like BDSM shit? [To Joel] And you thought you had problems…. [back to Nerd] And really?  Nobody here wants to listen to you talk about your Nerd-ville… We’re proper upstanding Geeks here, and we don’t have any tolerance for your type here.  Now take your balls and leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;But….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Overdramatically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I Said LEAVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The nerds scramble out of the store, almost forgetting to bring out their purchase- Eli and Joel restrain themselves from laughing hysterically, bursting out when the door has swung shut behind the nerds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh my god, I can’t believe you did that!  Did you see the little one? He looked like he was about to piss himself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Well, that’s what they get for being so lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I’m not sure that we’re the best judge on what’s lame and what isn’t. I mean, you went to a party last night where you did what, got high and played Gears of War? And I’m still here, selling racquet balls to Anachra-nerds who use them in their role playing reenactment whatchamacallit, still unable to do anything meaningful with my life. I could be out there doing something useful, something fulfilling, not being a wage monkey for ‘the man’…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Dude! You’re so White you CANNOT say ‘the man’ in reference to your job.  C’mon! Goddamn it, stop putting yourself down! You’re only 19 man, you’re not supposed to have your life figured out yet, and those who say that they do know what they want… they’re lying, to you or to themselves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Bewildered and amazed at this flow of wisdom coming from Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And its Yoda!  (Adopting a Yoda like voice) … Size Matters Not… Life Become more interesting Yours will soon HMMM?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The bell rings again, and this time enters a girl- Denise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hey Retail Bitches… sell anything interesting today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Please don’t get me started on the idiots who come in here…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Woah woah woah… Its just an expression… You guys up for a shitty movie night this weekend? I’ve got Samurai Cop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I have to work Saturday til close, and I guess I’m available after that… god knows my comic isn’t going anywhere…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I’m in. You already call Josh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;He’s got a… does he call them dates? Or does he call them tricks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Not waiting for an answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;He’s got plans. But my sister Nikki’s going to be there, she’s home for break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Is your sister hot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;She slaps him upside the head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Don’t go getting your perve on with my sister… she’s not even close to your league…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Alright alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Defensively, then changing the topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hey… what do Vegan Zombies want to eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Muttering to himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Not again…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Uh…. I don’t know… Tofu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;As if it’s the best thing he’s ever said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;No… GRAAAAAINNNZZZZ!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;(Pause) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;No one says anything he continues talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Get it? Grains? … cause they don’t eat meat…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;When he realizes that nobody’s laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nevermind. (Mutters) Philistines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Denise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Muttering to herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I can’t believe I got drunk enough to sleep with him… what was I thinking?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Overhearing this and quickly changing thing the subject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So Denise… How’s things at work? You got that new job right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eh, a job’s a job. Its nothing special…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh that’s not true, I heard from Josh that you work at Gearboxity? Is that right? I’d give my eye teeth to work there…Did you work on the new Band of Brother’s game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh I wish, but no. I’m not a designer or programmer, I just, I’m not sure exactly what my job description is, but I don’t have really anything to do with the games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Man, I wish I could be a fly on the wall of their design meetings, all that sweet sweet secret early game ness….. MMMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Gives Eli a pointed look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Dude… now YOUR nerd is showing. Maybe you should go take care of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Glowers at Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;He leaves off SR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So you like working at Sportsworld?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nah, it pays the bills, but really I want to write a graphic novel and get it published.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Really? I love graphic novels, I think my favorite is the Watchman, Alan Moore’s writing is amazing, and you can’t beat Dave Gibbons’ art.  What’s yours about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Its kind of fluid right now, sort of like Blade Runner, except not… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Off her bemused look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ok, really I’ve been working on this for years and have no idea what I want to write it about. I’ve got lots of ideas, but nothing that turns into a whole story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Well, what are some of your ideas? What are you interested in?  The best way to write is to write what you know. So what is it that you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel has a thoughtful look on his face that lasts only a few minutes before he notices something off stage right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh shit… he didn’t!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We see what he’s talking about, Eli has returned on stage, he’s standing in a shopping cart, he’s pushing himself along at a fairly brisk speed with a hockey stick that he’s using to direct the cart (much in the way of a Venetian Gondolier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;COMING THROUGH!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;He crashes off  the opposite side of the stage, portable shelving and sports equipment falls onstage where he went off.  Eli staggers back on stage grinning widely to the audience. Denise rushes towards him, concerned. Joel just stands behind the counter shaking his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh my god! Are you alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Totally playing his ‘injuries’ up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;HSSS… I think I’ve OW… hurt my ankle… oh yeah HSSSSS….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;She helps him limp over towards the counter, he winks at Joel who sighs and buries his head in his hands. Denise is fussing over him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;AH, he’s faking it! He always does this with girls he thinks are cute. He fakes some injury and they feel all sorry for him and eventually end up sleeping with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Jerkwad! I can’t believe you did that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;She slaps Eli across the back of the head again and she continues muttering to herself as she leaves the store off stage left. The door chime dings again as the door opens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Dude! The first rule of manhood! ‘Thou shalt not cockblock thy brother for thou wouldst not like him to cockblock you.’ She might have been THE ONE! Well the one again…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yeah, she MIGHT have been the one, just like Amanda might have been the one, and Julie, and what was that girl with the pierced lady parts’s name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Natalie.  I’d forgotten about Natalie… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;gets a wistful, dreamy look on his face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;DUDE! Can you NOT relive your perverted hook ups in front of me? Please?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Just cause you haven’t gotten any in … how long is it now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Shut up. Just because I haven’t had any in a while is not a reason why I wouldn’t want to listen to you recount your sexual conquests!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel shoves away from the counter and heads toward SL where Eli crashed the cart and starts picking up the mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Something’s crawled up your asshole…. Figure it out. I’ll leave you to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli passes Joel who’s picking up boxes of tennis balls and gym socks putting them in the overturned shopping cart and leaves through the door, the chime sounding as he leaves the stage. Joel rights the shopping cart, shoves it away from him he tears off his nametag, throwing it on the counter and storming out the door after Eli. Once the stage is empty the lights fade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The Setting: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel’s apartment, an large drawing table is center, there are stacks of papers everywhere, crumpled failed drawings, as well as successful completed strips which are tacked on the wall.  On Stage Right is a Computer desk where Joel’s Mac and several microphones are set up, next to the table is his amp rack and his electric guitars and basses which have their own stands.  Stage Left is a large comfortable yet worn couch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;At Rise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel is sprawled on the couch, he looks disheveled, like he hasn’t slept well in a couple of days, on top of him is a large sketch pad and several crumpled pieces of paper.  There are empty pizza boxes and takeout containers all over the floor, and copious amounts of empty energy drink cans. We hear the doorbell ring which shocks Joel awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Startled, just waking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Wha? Wasn’t sleeping! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Recognizes that there’s no one there, that it’s the door that woke him-Loudly yet groggily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; I’m coming! I’m coming… hang on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Mutters to himself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;This better be good, I was on a roll…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;He crosses to the door Stage Left and opens it to reveal Eli, Denise, and another guy, a slightly over weight bald guy named Josh- they push past Joel and enter his apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Good God Man! What have you been doing here? It smells like the inside of a gym locker that’s been left out in the sun for a couple weeks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Well I’m sorry its not cleaner, I wasn’t exactly expecting visitors… I’ve been kinda busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel crosses back to his drawing table, seating himself behind it and chugging the contents of one of the open cans while looking frustrated at the interruption.  He picks up a pencil and starts drawing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What’s going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Well since we hadn’t heard from you in weeks, we started getting worried. Well, Denise got worried, she was fretting something awful… I Told her that you were most likely ok…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I most certainly did NOT … He was the one who was all “oh no! what if joel is hurt or lying in a ditch somewhere?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Shut up I did not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Aww Eli…I always knew that you had a thing for Joel! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[To no one in particular] Two more recruits and I get a toaster oven… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[Ignoring Josh] Despite what these two knuckleheads would have you believe, we were actually worried since we hadn’t heard from you. Is everything alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yeah, everything’s fine, I’ve just been working on my comic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We went by Sportsworld, manager says you left without notice three weeks ago! He never even gave you your last paycheck! What’s going on man? You quit your job?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I couldn’t keep working there. I had to get out, work on something meaningful! Sportsworld was killing me, smothering my potential…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I can see that, you wanted to take control of your life, create your own destiny…make something meaningful out of your life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[To Josh]God… You’re so gay!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;[To Joel] But what about your responsibilities? You’re always bitching about this or that or some such… what made you change your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I figured I’d give myself a chance to prove to myself that I could make my life what I want it to be… I just… couldn’t stand working at that stupid store for ever if I never tried to make something out of my life, to do what I want!  If I’m going to fail at life, I’d rather fail at doing something I’m passionate about than fail at being a minimum wage racquet ball jockey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779101207015269729-6770370932788871956?l=kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/feeds/6770370932788871956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779101207015269729&amp;postID=6770370932788871956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/6770370932788871956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/6770370932788871956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/2009/01/hijinksensue-play-snippet-rewrite-part.html' title='HijiNKSENSUE play snippet REWRITE Part the 4th'/><author><name>KravStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283029893232686384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zcwd5KggR4/SUHUQGWSgII/AAAAAAAAABE/FsLo4LYO0Qw/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779101207015269729.post-8177576843100736575</id><published>2009-01-11T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:35:21.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Author unknown&lt;/i&gt; (Please email me if you know the source of this essay so we can give proper credit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Close your eyes... And go back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Internet or the  AIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before semi automatics and weed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before playstation2 or  X-bOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the 5 hours of homework you put off every  night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talkin' bout hide and go seek at  dusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red light, Green light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing kickball &amp;amp; dodgeball  until your porch light came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother May I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red  Rover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hula Hoops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through the  sprinkler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Meals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the privelage to sit in the front  seat of the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchin' Saturday Morning  cartoons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Hey Arnold and Doug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or what about legends of the  hidden temple, global guts, double dare, and who, ARE YOU AFFRAID OF THE  DARK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could forget Snick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the teenage mutant ninja turtles,  and Power Rangers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first day of  school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime Prayers and Goodnight Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing  trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting an ice cream off the ice cream truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million  mosquito bites and sticky fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumpin' down the steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumpin'  on the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pillow fights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' till you were out of  breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt and you almost peed your  pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being tired from playin' all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first  crush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy days at school meant playing "Heads up 7-Up" in the  classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not finished  yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kool-Aid was the drink of the summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving your friends a  ride on your handlebars or spokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing your new shoes on the first day  of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Field Trips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When nearly everyone's mom was at home  when the kids got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When getting high was swinging on the  swingset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When $5 seemed like a million, and another dollar a  Miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your parents took you to McDonalds and you were so  cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Toys r Us overuled the "mall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to  the time when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions were made by going  "eeny-meeny-miney-moe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "do  over!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money  issues were handled by whoever was the banker in "monopoly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching  fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't odd to have  two or three "best" friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being old, referred to anyone over  20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was  cooties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was prettier than Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was cooler than  Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big  deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big people" rides at the amusement  park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abilities were discovered because of a  "double-dog-dare"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was  cause for giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can remember most or all of these, then you  have LIVED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from  their "grown up" life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;double dog dare you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779101207015269729-8177576843100736575?l=kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/feeds/8177576843100736575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779101207015269729&amp;postID=8177576843100736575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/8177576843100736575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/8177576843100736575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/2009/01/going-back.html' title='Going Back'/><author><name>KravStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283029893232686384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zcwd5KggR4/SUHUQGWSgII/AAAAAAAAABE/FsLo4LYO0Qw/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779101207015269729.post-3430677844092885018</id><published>2009-01-08T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:19:38.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hijinks Ensue'/><title type='text'>HijinksEnsue Play Snippet Part the Third</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The Setting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sportsworld, a sporting goods store, located in the southern coastal area of Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel- a clerk at the sporting goods store who has to deal with the idiocy of the customers on a daily basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli- Joel’s best friend who’s constantly hanging out at the store, talking with Joel while he’s working, and passing judgement on the other customers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Denise- a girl Eli met at a party, the rare and elusive girl geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Various Customers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;The lights come up on Joel, a shaggy haired kid in his late teens standing behind a counter, perusing a guitar magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;A bell rings as a door opens, and in walks Eli SL who greets Joel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yo Loser! You missed a HELL of a party yesterday… that dude Josh was there and he had lots of … you know… inspiration.  Might be just what you need to finally finish that comic you’ve been writing for what… since high school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;While I appreciate your attempts to (with finger quotes) “encourage” me to finish my GRAPHIC novel… I don’t think weed from some dude you just met at some party is the answer. I just… (Sighs) I dunno… I just need something to happen to me, something new … something less stupid and … Texan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Dude… not another rant about how things suck in Texas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;The door opens again and a couple of nerdy type guys (mouth breather types) enter, as the bell rings, Joel like one of Pavlov’s dogs perks up and is instantly the diligent employee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Welcome to Sportsworld, can I help you find anything today?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 1: (nasally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Umm.. yeah… We’re looking for something like ah uh tennis balls? Those are solid aren’t they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; No, they’re not solid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Giving Eli, who’s trying to stifle a raucous laugh, a “do you see what kind of idiots I have to deal with” look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Well, we’re looking for rubber balls that are… y’know…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;… Solid? (Finishing the sentence for Nerd 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Exactly! Do you have anything like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We have racquet balls… I think they’re solid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Resplendent!  Might we purchase a large number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel Crosses SL to where the racquet balls are racked on shelves and returning behind the counter to ring up the Nerds’ order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Do you two even PLAY racquet ball?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Uh… no. We need them to put on the end of our spears and arrows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Spears and arrows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Matter of Factly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Um… yeah!? For the SCA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Under his breath to Nerd 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Losers don’t know anything…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;While ringing up the nerd’s purchase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What in the blazing fire of Mordor is the SCA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The Society for Creative Anachronism.  The Kingdom of Ansteorra?! Any of this sounding familiar?  We’re members of the Barony of the Stargate.  Highly ranked actually…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ok, I’m going to stop you there… those things coming out of your mouth? I believe that they MIGHT be words, but they’re not words that make any sense to us normal people… so can you nerdlings get out your dork to human dictionary and tell us in REAL PEOPLE words what you mean?  You go through the Stargate with Lt. Col. Carter….mmm sexy scientist military chick… and you need racquet balls to go on missions with SG1?  Gonna throw them at the Goa’uld?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Not Stargate, the BARONY of the Stargate, which is the local group we belong to within the SCA! The Society for Creative Anachronism, or SCA, is an organization of like-minded individuals who enjoy getting together and experiencing life as we believe it would have been in 15th Century Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We have people who are craftspeople, knights, nobility… basically anything that you think of.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nerd 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;When I joined, I bound myself to a mistress who was a tent-maker, I learned the craft of tent making and moved my way up the ranks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Currently…. I am a---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hold on buddy. Bound yourself? Like BDSM shit? [To Joel] And you thought you had problems…. [back to Nerd] And really?  Nobody here wants to listen to you talk about your Nerd-ville… We’re proper upstanding Geeks here, and we don’t have any tolerance for your type here.  Now take your balls and leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nerd 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;But….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Overdramatically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I Said LEAVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;The nerds scramble out of the store, almost forgetting to bring out their purchase- Eli and Joel restrain themselves from laughing hysterically, bursting out when the door has swung shut behind the nerds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh my god, I can’t believe you did that!  Did you see the little one? He looked like he was about to piss himself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Well, that’s what they get for being so lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I’m not sure that we’re the best judge on what’s lame and what isn’t. I mean, you went to a party last night where you did what, got high and played Gears of War? And I’m still here, selling racquet balls to Anachra-nerds who use them in their role playing reenactment whatchamacallit, still unable to do anything meaningful with my life. I could be out there doing something useful, something fulfilling, not being a wage monkey for ‘the man’…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Dude! You’re so White you CANNOT say ‘the man’ in reference to your job.  C’mon! Goddamn it, stop putting yourself down! You’re only 19 man, you’re not supposed to have your life figured out yet, and those who say that they do know what they want… they’re lying, to you or to themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Bewildered and amazed at this flow of wisdom coming from Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And its Yoda!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;(Adopting a Yoda like voice) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;… Size Matters Not… Life Become more interesting Yours will soon HMMM?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;The bell rings again, and this time enters a girl- Denise who recognizes and greets Eli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh hey!  Its great to see you again! … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;(Groping for his name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;…Eli. Yeah, Oh! Joel, this is Denise, Denise, this is Joel.  We met last night at that dude Josh’s party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;(To Denise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Hey… what do Vegan Zombies want to eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Muttering to himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Not again…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Denise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Uh…. I don’t know… Tofu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;As if it’s the best thing he’s ever said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;No… GRAAAAAINNNZZZZ!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;(Pause) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;No one says anything he continues talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Get it? Grains? … cause they don’t eat meat…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;When he realizes that nobody’s laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nevermind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;(Mutters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Philistines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Muttering to herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So glad I didn’t hook up with him last night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Overhearing this and quickly changing thing the subject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So Denise… what’s your story? What makes you tick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh god, I’m so not interested in talking about myself.  Really, I’m not all that interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh that’s not true, I heard from Josh that you work at Gearboxity? Is that right? Did you work on the new Band of Brother’s game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh I wish, but no. I’m not a designer or programmer, I just, I’m not sure exactly what my job description is, but I don’t have really anything to do with the games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Man, I wish I could be a fly on the wall of their design meetings, all that sweet sweet secret early game ness….. MMMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Gives Eli a pointed look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Dude… now YOUR nerd is showing. Maybe you should go take care of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Glowers at Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;He leaves off SR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So you like working at Sportsworld?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nah, it pays the bills, but really I want to write a graphic novel and get it published.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Really? I love graphic novels, I think my favorite is the Watchman, Alan Moore’s writing is amazing, and you can’t beat Dave Gibbons’ art.  What’s yours about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Its kind of fluid right now, but its based around my friends, and its sort of like Blade Runner, except not… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Off her bemused look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ok, really I’ve been working on this for years and have no idea what I want to write it about. I’ve got lots of ideas, but nothing that turns into a whole story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Denise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Well, what are some of your ideas? What are you interested in?  The best way to write is to write what you know. So what is it that you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel has a thoughtful look on his face that lasts only a few minutes before he notices something off stage right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh shit… he didn’t!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;We see what he’s talking about, Eli has returned on stage, he’s standing in a shopping cart, he’s pushing himself along at a fairly brisk speed with a hockey stick that he’s using to direct the cart (much in the way of a Venetian Gondolier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;COMING THROUGH!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;He crashes off  the opposite side of the stage, portable shelving and sports equipment falls onstage where he went off.  Eli staggers back on stage grinning widely. Denise rushes towards him, concerned. Joel just stands behind the counter shaking his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh my god! Are you alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Totally playing his ‘injuries’ up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh yeah, I’m alright. I’ve had worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;She helps him limp over towards the counter, he winks at Joel who sighs and buries his head in his hands. Denise is fussing over him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;AH, he’s faking it! He always does this with girls he thinks are cute. He fakes some injury and they feel all sorry for him and eventually end up sleeping with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I can’t believe I fell for one of the lamest attempts at a pick up in history.  I ALWAYS do this… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;she continues muttering to herself as she leaves the store off stage left. The door chime dings again as the door opens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Way to go cockblocking me dude! She might have been THE ONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779101207015269729-3430677844092885018?l=kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/feeds/3430677844092885018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779101207015269729&amp;postID=3430677844092885018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/3430677844092885018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/3430677844092885018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/2009/01/hijinksensue-play-snippet-part-third.html' title='HijinksEnsue Play Snippet Part the Third'/><author><name>KravStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283029893232686384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zcwd5KggR4/SUHUQGWSgII/AAAAAAAAABE/FsLo4LYO0Qw/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779101207015269729.post-9213384260261081156</id><published>2009-01-04T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:13:48.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Boredom Ensues</title><content type='html'>As I sit here watching yet again my girlfriend play SMB3, I"m reminded of why I do enjoy school despite  the fact at the end of a semester and during the middle I get very frustrated and angry and ready for a break.  It gives me something to do other than surfing the internet (don't get me wrong, I do enjoy me some internets, but sometimes you just want something more.)&lt;br /&gt;My goal for the new year- not going to call it a resolution cause those never work: is to lose back the weight I lost, and reach my goal.&lt;br /&gt;In order to do that, I need to start working out again, and definately eating better.  I've cut back on just about everything I eat (excepting fruit which I'm allowing myself to eat as much as I want).&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I venture back to campus and do some errands there.&lt;br /&gt;I bought my school supplies today.&lt;br /&gt;And now I realize exactly how lame I am.&lt;br /&gt;With that, I'm going to go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779101207015269729-9213384260261081156?l=kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/feeds/9213384260261081156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779101207015269729&amp;postID=9213384260261081156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/9213384260261081156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/9213384260261081156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-boredom-ensues.html' title='And Boredom Ensues'/><author><name>KravStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283029893232686384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zcwd5KggR4/SUHUQGWSgII/AAAAAAAAABE/FsLo4LYO0Qw/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779101207015269729.post-1719830478052964385</id><published>2009-01-03T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:52:44.318-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play snippet'/><title type='text'>HiJinksEnsue Play Snippet Part Deux</title><content type='html'>The Setting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sportsworld, a sporting goods store, located in the southern coastal area of Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Joel- a clerk at the sporting goods store who has to deal with the idiocy of the customers on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;Eli- Joel’s best friend who’s constantly hanging out at the store, talking with Joel while he’s working, and passing judgement on the other customers&lt;br /&gt;Denise- a girl Eli met at a party, the rare and elusive girl geek&lt;br /&gt;Various Customers&lt;br /&gt;The lights come up on Joel, a shaggy haired kid in his late teens standing behind a counter, perusing a guitar magazine&lt;br /&gt;A bell rings as a door opens, and in walks Eli who greets Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yo Loser! You missed a HELL of a party yesterday… that dude Josh was there and he had lots of … you know… inspiration.  Might be just what you need to finally finish that comic you’ve been writing for what… since high school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While I appreciate your attempts to (with finger quotes) “encourage” me to finish my GRAPHIC novel… I don’t think weed from some dude you just met at some party is the answer. I just… (Sighs) I dunno… I just need something to happen to me, something new … something less stupid and … Texan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dude… not another rant about how things suck in Texas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(The door opens again and a couple of nerdy type guys (mouth breather types) enter, as the bell rings, Joel like one of Pavlov’s dogs perks up and is instantly the diligent employee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Welcome to Sportsworld, can I help you find anything today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nerd 1: (nasally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Umm.. yeah… We’re looking for something like ah uh tennis balls? Those are solid aren’t they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; No, they’re not solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Giving Eli, who’s trying to stifle a raucous laugh, a “do you see what kind of idiots I have to deal with” look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nerd 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, we’re looking for rubber balls that are… y’know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;… Solid? (Finishing the sentence for Nerd 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nerd 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Exactly! Do you have anything like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We have racquet balls… I think they’re solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nerd 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Resplendent!  Might we purchase a large number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Joel Crosses SL to where the racquet balls are racked on shelves and returning behind the counter to ring up the Nerds’ order.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do you two even PLAY racquet ball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nerd 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Uh… no. We need them to put on the end of our spears and arrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spears and arrows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nerd 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Matter of Factly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um… yeah!? For the SCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Under his breath to Nerd 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Losers don’t know anything…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(While ringing up the nerd’s purchase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What in the blazing fire of Mordor is the SCA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nerd 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Society for Creative Anachronism.  The Kingdom of Ansteorra?! Any of this sounding familiar?  We’re members of the Barony of the Stargate.  Highly ranked actually…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, I’m going to stop you there… those things coming out of your mouth? I believe that they MIGHT be words, but they’re not words that make any sense to us normal people… so can you nerdlings get out your dork to human dictionary and tell us in REAL PEOPLE words what you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nerd 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Society for Creative Anachronism, or SCA, is an organization of like-minded individuals who enjoy getting together and experiencing life as we believe it would have been in 17th Century Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nerd 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We have people who are craftspeople, knights, nobility… basically anything that you think of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nerd 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I joined, I bound myself to a mistress who was a tent-maker, I learned the craft of tent making and moved my way up the ranks.&lt;br /&gt;Currently…. I am a---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hold on buddy. Bound yourself? Like BDSM shit? [To Joel] And you thought you had problems…. [back to Nerd] And really?  Nobody here wants to listen to you talk about your Nerd-ville… We’re proper upstanding Geeks here, and we don’t have any tolerance for your type here.  Now take your balls and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nerd 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Overdramatically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I Said LEAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(The nerds scramble out of the store, almost forgetting to bring out their purchase- Eli and Joel restrain themselves from laughing hysterically, bursting out when the door has swung shut behind the nerds.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh my god, I can’t believe you did that!  Did you see the little one? He looked like he was about to piss himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, that’s what they get for being so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I’m not sure that we’re the best judge on what’s lame and what isn’t. I mean, you went to a party last night where you did what, got high and played Gears of War? And I’m still here, selling racquet balls to Anachra-nerds who use them in their role playing reenactment whatchamacallit, still unable to do anything meaningful with my life. I could be out there doing something useful, something fulfilling, not being a wage monkey for ‘the man’…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dude! You’re so White you CANNOT say ‘the man’ in reference to your job.  C’mon! Goddamn it, stop putting yourself down! You’re only 19 man, you’re not supposed to have your life figured out yet, and those who say that they do know what they want… they’re lying, to you or to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bewildered and amazed at this flow of wisdom coming from Eli&lt;br /&gt;And its Yoda!  (Adopting a Yoda like voice) … Size Matters Not… Life Become more interesting Yours will soon HMMM?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;The bell rings again, and this time enters a girl- Denise who recognizes and greets Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Denise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh hey!  Its great to see you again! … (Groping for his name)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;…Eli. Yeah, Oh! Joel, this is Denise, Denise, this is Joel.  We met last night at that dude Josh’s party.&lt;br /&gt;(To Denise) Hey… what do Vegan Zombies want to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Muttering to himself)&lt;br /&gt;Not again…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Denise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uh…. I don’t know… Tofu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(As if it’s the best thing he’s ever said)&lt;br /&gt;No… GRAAAAAINNNZZZZ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Pause)&lt;br /&gt;No one says anything he continues talking&lt;br /&gt;Get it? Grains? … cause they don’t eat meat….&lt;br /&gt;When he realizes that nobody’s laughing&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. (Mutters) Philistines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Denise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Muttering to herself)&lt;br /&gt;So glad I didn’t hook up with him last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Overhearing this and quickly changing thing the subject)&lt;br /&gt;So Denise… what’s your story? What makes you tick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Denise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh god, I’m so not interested in talking about myself.  Really, I’m not all that interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh that’s not true, I heard from Josh that you work at Gearboxity? Is that right? Did you work on the new Band of Brother’s game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Denise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh I wish, but no. I’m not a designer or programmer, I just, I’m not sure exactly what my job description is, but I don’t have really anything to do with the game... design-ness (waving hands around, searching for words).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779101207015269729-1719830478052964385?l=kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/feeds/1719830478052964385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779101207015269729&amp;postID=1719830478052964385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/1719830478052964385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/1719830478052964385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/2009/01/hijinksensue-play-snippet-part-deux.html' title='HiJinksEnsue Play Snippet Part Deux'/><author><name>KravStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283029893232686384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zcwd5KggR4/SUHUQGWSgII/AAAAAAAAABE/FsLo4LYO0Qw/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779101207015269729.post-33935537924018048</id><published>2008-12-24T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:05:16.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the world coming to?</title><content type='html'>So I found this dude's posting about an apartment he's wanting to lease in Vancouver, and bitching about why does it always get taken down? http://vancouver.en.craigslist.ca/rnr/964514051.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;table&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy wonders why his posts keep getting deleted? Its nothing about his religion, its because he's an unethical landlord!  You can't do all that shit he's saying he wants to do- you can't regulate who your tenent brings in to his/her apartment- when they pay rent it becomes their property and you (as landlord) cannot enter unannounced except in really rare instances like if they think there's something seriously wrong like a fire or something like that.  And the fines he wants to instill on people for doing something like bringing a water bottle into the exercise yard (which he controls when you can use it?) that's insane. &lt;br /&gt;I have so many problems with this guy's post, not even considering he's a born again christian who interprets the bible literally...Its like paying to live in prison!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779101207015269729-33935537924018048?l=kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/feeds/33935537924018048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779101207015269729&amp;postID=33935537924018048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/33935537924018048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/33935537924018048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-world-coming-to.html' title='What is the world coming to?'/><author><name>KravStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283029893232686384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zcwd5KggR4/SUHUQGWSgII/AAAAAAAAABE/FsLo4LYO0Qw/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779101207015269729.post-1944281514818461688</id><published>2008-12-22T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T18:08:40.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Play's the Thing</title><content type='html'>So I've been working on my Hijinksensue play a lot since I've been done with school (as of Friday at midnight when I got done with my Literary Criticism Paper and got home from the Party- lots of wine + english majors= A LOT of talking and a LONG party).&lt;br /&gt;I want to get it a bit more polished and a lot more done before Christmas, I might take my laptop to South Carolina, but I don't know how much writing I might get done while I'm there.  It's at 6 pages right now, and while I've based the idea and the characters off of the people from www.hijinksensue.com Its starting to become my own thing.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am drinking some wine from Francis Ford Coppola's vineyard (very good by the way), listening to one of Amy's podcasts while she is playing Super Mario Bros 3, and I am not only writing my play, but reading plays that were submitted for the Surfacing Emerging Playwrights Festival. (I'm on the reading Committee and we meet when we get back from break to pick the plays).&lt;br /&gt;A selection of titles from this years submissions:&lt;br /&gt;A Modern Seduction (a play written entirely in chatspeak)&lt;br /&gt;Don't Look Back (a twist on the Orpheus &amp;amp; Eurydice story)&lt;br /&gt;Little Whores and Playgirls&lt;br /&gt;Portrait of the Asshole as a Young Man&lt;br /&gt;Poster World&lt;br /&gt;The Sexual Misadventure of 64 Squares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I've got stuff to work on. I'll catch you all later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779101207015269729-1944281514818461688?l=kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/feeds/1944281514818461688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779101207015269729&amp;postID=1944281514818461688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/1944281514818461688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/1944281514818461688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/2008/12/plays-thing.html' title='The Play&apos;s the Thing'/><author><name>KravStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283029893232686384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zcwd5KggR4/SUHUQGWSgII/AAAAAAAAABE/FsLo4LYO0Qw/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779101207015269729.post-6038984855611341682</id><published>2008-12-16T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:32:48.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer Splosion!</title><content type='html'>So I've had SEVERAL beerages splode on me today (as well as one mochage [a mocha])&lt;br /&gt;The Mochasplosion occurred at the grocery store- our local store has just recently opened a Kaldi's coffee inside, and I thought I would partake and try their mocha.  All was well, I did my shopping, but as I was walking to my car, my mocha esploded all over my cart and all over me.  I get to the car, put my stuff inside, and then while driving home, my mocha once again sploded all over me. So I took that as a sign that I was not meant to drink that coffee, and perhaps even not drink Kaldi's coffee so I got rid of it.  But then after I got inside and unpacked the stuff from the store, I knocked over a pint glass that my girlfriend left on the end table full of flat beer.  It got all over the floor, all over my shirt, the wall, basically anywhere the beer could have gone, it did. I get it cleaned up, and when I thought I was done, I found MORE beer on the floor and no reasonable explanation for how it got there seeing as it was no where near where the original spill site was located. (Still a mystery).&lt;br /&gt;Later this evening, I was pouring my girlfriend a Guiness, and when I go to open the can, it too esploded all over me.&lt;br /&gt;I guess today was just the 'lets esplode all over Sarah' day for any beverage I came into contact with .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779101207015269729-6038984855611341682?l=kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/feeds/6038984855611341682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779101207015269729&amp;postID=6038984855611341682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/6038984855611341682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/6038984855611341682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/2008/12/beer-splosion-so-ive-had-several.html' title='Beer Splosion!'/><author><name>KravStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283029893232686384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zcwd5KggR4/SUHUQGWSgII/AAAAAAAAABE/FsLo4LYO0Qw/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779101207015269729.post-3109211058508006578</id><published>2008-12-15T15:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:44:52.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Meme</title><content type='html'>1. Where did you begin 2008?&lt;br /&gt;I was.... I dunno. Nothing spectacular. I think we were here in StL, but I don't think we did anything. Honestly I can't remember, so nothing that was special or stuck out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was your status by Valentines Day?&lt;br /&gt;Same as the past 3 valentines days- With my then girlfriend, now fiancee... We don't do valentines day, but I'm sure we cuddled on the couch and watched a movie or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Were you in school anytime this year?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Still am in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you have to go to the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Did you have any encounters with the police?&lt;br /&gt;Only when Mark taught at Krav (since he's a cop). And when I had my accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where did you go on vacation?&lt;br /&gt;New Mexico for a week in January, South Carolina for a week In July/August, New Mexico for a week in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What did you purchase that was over £100?&lt;br /&gt;Rent, a new Ipod w/ bday money, Amy's engagement ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you know anybody who got married?&lt;br /&gt;My uncle Jon and his new wife Theresa, we went to the wedding in Boise in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you know anybody who passed away?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you move anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What sporting events did you attend?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;12. What concerts/shows did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;Gaelic Storm- Once at the Duck Room in July, Twice at the KC Irish Festival in September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple days ago, Dec. 12. I had my last day of class, went out for Ethiopian food for dinner, saw a movie that had potential to be good (Rachel Getting Married) but turned out to be a way downer movie. I got a barbeque basket thing for my (read Amy's) grill, and a laptop sleeve from my parents, and a Harry Potter tee shirt from Amy (the one w/ the Hogwarts seal and the motto: Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillamus.)&lt;br /&gt;14. What is the ONE thing you thought you would not do, but did, in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;Get engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What have been your favourite moments?&lt;br /&gt;Getting engaged, seeing Gaelic Storm 3 times... stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Any new additions to your family?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What was your best month?&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 2x Gaelic Storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who has been your best drinking buddy?&lt;br /&gt;Amy, although we've gone to the bar w/ Scott and Sarah a couple times, and while Scott is a complete lightweight, they've been fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Made new friends?&lt;br /&gt;Scott and Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Favourite Night out?&lt;br /&gt;Probably A couple weeks ago when we went to the bar then back to Scott and Sarahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Other than home, where did you spend most of your time?&lt;br /&gt;Pearson House basement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you lost any friends this year?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;23. Change your hairstyle?&lt;br /&gt;its growing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have any car accidents?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, back in March some asshole ran into the back of my car when I was stopped at the stoplight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How old did you turn this year?&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you have a New Years resolution?&lt;br /&gt;NOpe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do anything embarrassing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not more than usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Buy anything from eBay?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Get married or divorced?&lt;br /&gt;Engaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Get hit on?&lt;br /&gt;Only by my girlfriend/fiancee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Been snowboarding?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Did you get sick this year?&lt;br /&gt;Couple colds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Are you happy to see 2008 go?&lt;br /&gt;Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Been naughty or nice?&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What are you looking forward to most in 2009?&lt;br /&gt;Grad School, moving on with my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779101207015269729-3109211058508006578?l=kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/feeds/3109211058508006578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779101207015269729&amp;postID=3109211058508006578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/3109211058508006578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/3109211058508006578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-meme.html' title='2008 Meme'/><author><name>KravStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283029893232686384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zcwd5KggR4/SUHUQGWSgII/AAAAAAAAABE/FsLo4LYO0Qw/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779101207015269729.post-2047028907004022125</id><published>2008-12-14T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:44:51.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, studying for finals isn't going too well. Luckily my final for tomorrow (Myth and Classic Literature) shouldn't be too bad.  I'll hopefully get more done for my 20th Century poetry final on Tuesday after the final tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I have GOT to work on my Joyce paper! I need to send my professor a rough draft ASAP. The final is due Friday, and she wants to see a rough draft before that.&lt;br /&gt;My cartiledge piercing hurts kinda bad. I took some tylenol, and I've cleaned it thoroughly. Hopefully it'll be alright. It is new, so there should be some discomfort. &lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have taken that four hour nap this afternoon, cause it's almost 11 and I'm not sleepy. I have to get up earlyish for my final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779101207015269729-2047028907004022125?l=kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/feeds/2047028907004022125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779101207015269729&amp;postID=2047028907004022125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/2047028907004022125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/2047028907004022125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-studying-for-finals-isnt-going-too.html' title=''/><author><name>KravStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283029893232686384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zcwd5KggR4/SUHUQGWSgII/AAAAAAAAABE/FsLo4LYO0Qw/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779101207015269729.post-1935922828730664515</id><published>2008-12-11T18:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:33:38.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HijinksEnsue Play Snippet</title><content type='html'>So... I TOTALLY haven't updated recently at all. Sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;Things are SUPER UBER busy here, I'm getting Grad School applications in right now, two down, (six I think?) to go.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my 22nd birthday&lt;br /&gt;Next week is finals week.&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing a play based on the www.hijinksensue.com podcasts...&lt;br /&gt;Here's an excerpt from it for your perusal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Setting:&lt;br /&gt;Sportsworld, a sporting goods store, located in the southern coastal area of Texas&lt;br /&gt;Characters:&lt;br /&gt;Joel- a clerk at the sporting goods store who has to deal with the idiocy of the customers on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;Eli- Joel’s best friend, a stoner who’s constantly hanging out at the store, talking with Joel while he’s working, and passing judgement on the other customers&lt;br /&gt;Various Customers&lt;br /&gt;The lights come up on Joel, a shaggy haired kid in his late teens standing behind a counter, perusing a tech manual on computers&lt;br /&gt;A bell rings as a door opens, and in walks Eli who greets Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;Yo Loser! You missed a HELL of a party yesterday… that dude Josh was there and he had lots of … you know… inspiration.  Might be just what you need to finally finish that comic you’ve been writing for what… since high school?&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;While I appreciate your attempts to (with finger quotes) “encourage” me to finish my GRAPHIC novel… I don’t think weed from some dude you just met at some party is the answer. I just… (Sighs) I dunno… I just need something to happen to me, something new … something less stupid and … Texan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli&lt;br /&gt;Dude… not another rant about how things suck in Texas…&lt;br /&gt;The door opens again and a couple of nerdy type guys (mouth breather types) enter, as the bell rings, Joel like one of Pavlov’s dogs perks up and is instantly the diligent employee.&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Sportsworld, can I help you find anything today?&lt;br /&gt;Nerd 1: (nasally)&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. yeah… We’re looking for something like ah uh tennis balls? Those are solid aren’t they?&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;No, they’re not solid. (Giving Eli, who’s trying to stifle a raucous laugh, a “do you see what kind of idiots I have to deal with” look)&lt;br /&gt;Nerd 2&lt;br /&gt;Well, we’re looking for rubber balls that are… y’know…&lt;br /&gt;Joel:&lt;br /&gt;… Solid? (Finishing the sentence for Nerd 2)&lt;br /&gt;Nerd 1:&lt;br /&gt;Exactly! Do you have anything like that?&lt;br /&gt;Joel:&lt;br /&gt;We have racquet balls… I think they’re solid.&lt;br /&gt;Nerd 2:&lt;br /&gt;Resplendent!  Might we purchase a large number?&lt;br /&gt;Joel:&lt;br /&gt;Do you two even PLAY racquet ball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerd 1:&lt;br /&gt;Uh… no. We need them to put on the end of our spears and arrows.&lt;br /&gt;Eli:&lt;br /&gt;Spears and arrows?&lt;br /&gt;Nerd 2:&lt;br /&gt;(Matter of Factly)&lt;br /&gt;Um… yeah!? For the SCA.&lt;br /&gt;(Under his breath to Nerd 1)&lt;br /&gt;Losers don’t know anything…&lt;br /&gt;Joel:&lt;br /&gt;(While ringing up the nerd’s purchase)&lt;br /&gt;What in the blazing fire of Mordor is the SCA?&lt;br /&gt;Nerd 1:&lt;br /&gt;The Society for Creative Anachronism.  The Kingdom of Ansteorra?! Any of this sounding familiar?  We’re members of the Barony of the Stargate.  Highly ranked actually…&lt;br /&gt;Eli:&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I’m going to stop you there… those things coming out of your mouth? I believe that they MIGHT be words, but they’re not words that make any sense to us normal people… so can you nerdlings get out your dork to human dictionary and tell us in REAL PEOPLE words what you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Nerd 2&lt;br /&gt;The Society for Creative Anachronism, or SCA, is an organization of like-minded individuals who enjoy getting together and experiencing life as we believe it would have been in 17th Century Europe.&lt;br /&gt;Nerd 1&lt;br /&gt;We have people who are craftspeople, knights, nobility… basically anything that you think of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779101207015269729-1935922828730664515?l=kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/feeds/1935922828730664515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779101207015269729&amp;postID=1935922828730664515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/1935922828730664515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/1935922828730664515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/2008/12/so.html' title='HijinksEnsue Play Snippet'/><author><name>KravStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283029893232686384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zcwd5KggR4/SUHUQGWSgII/AAAAAAAAABE/FsLo4LYO0Qw/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779101207015269729.post-9057383718569324996</id><published>2008-04-26T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T06:23:10.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been awhile, I know.&lt;br /&gt;School's almost out, two weeks to go til Finals are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My To Do List (Since that's all I've been posting recently anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 4/29&lt;br /&gt;Final Play Due&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 4/30&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare Scene&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 5/6&lt;br /&gt;Tragic Themes Paper Due&lt;br /&gt;Play Review for Playwriting&lt;br /&gt;Playwriting Final&lt;br /&gt;Tragic Themes Final&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 5/7&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare Final&lt;br /&gt;History of Medieval England Final&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 5/8&lt;br /&gt;Comedy and Satire Final&lt;br /&gt;Friday 5/9&lt;br /&gt;English Departmental End of Year Party&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779101207015269729-9057383718569324996?l=kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/feeds/9057383718569324996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779101207015269729&amp;postID=9057383718569324996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/9057383718569324996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/9057383718569324996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-awhile-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>KravStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283029893232686384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zcwd5KggR4/SUHUQGWSgII/AAAAAAAAABE/FsLo4LYO0Qw/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779101207015269729.post-6822735623665124637</id><published>2008-01-16T06:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T06:33:37.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;86% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;Mike Gravel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;Dennis Kucinich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;John Edwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;Chris Dodd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;Joe Biden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;Bill Richardson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78% &lt;span style="color: #00f;"&gt;Hillary Clinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;Rudy Giuliani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;John McCain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;Mike Huckabee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;Mitt Romney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;Ron Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;Tom Tancredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20% &lt;span style="color: #f00;"&gt;Fred Thompson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/candidates/2008-quiz.html"&gt;2008 Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779101207015269729-6822735623665124637?l=kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/feeds/6822735623665124637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779101207015269729&amp;postID=6822735623665124637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/6822735623665124637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/6822735623665124637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/2008/01/86-barack-obama-83-mike-gravel-83.html' title=''/><author><name>KravStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283029893232686384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zcwd5KggR4/SUHUQGWSgII/AAAAAAAAABE/FsLo4LYO0Qw/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779101207015269729.post-3399568429288447451</id><published>2008-01-14T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T07:33:27.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toy!</title><content type='html'>So after 5 years of having a livejournal and posting exclusively there, I've decided to expand into a blog as well.  I don't know how different they will be, at least at first I assume they'll be pretty similar except when I want to post more private things, then I'll use my LJ as it has a screening function. But anyhoo....&lt;br /&gt;For those new to me and my life here's a quick recap:&lt;br /&gt;21, College Student living with my girlfriend of nearly two years (Two years Feb. 1)&lt;br /&gt;English Major emphasis Drama- want to end up teaching highschool english at a private school.&lt;br /&gt;My dad is at Seminary in Virginia, (To become an Episcopal priest fulltime)&lt;br /&gt;My mom is a Family Practice Doctor who also teaches at a Residency Program.&lt;br /&gt;My little sister is about to graduate from Highschool and is looking to go to school for science or math of some sort, possibly at a school close to my apartment, though that is unknown at this point.&lt;br /&gt;Tv Shows I like: Battlestar Galactica, The Dresden Files, The L Word, Law and Order (all flavors), Project Runway, Grey's Anatomy, Private Practice, and Brothers' and Sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors I Like: Phillip Roth, Michael Chabon, Vikram Chandra, Milan Kundera, Frank Herbert, Kurt Vonnegut ... to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;Playwrites I enjoy: Tom Stoppard, Luigi Pirandello, The Bard (Of Course), and others....&lt;br /&gt;My favorite band is Gaelic Storm, has been since my freshman year of highschool, so seven years and counting now.  I've seen them perform twice, both times at the Kansas City Irish Festival, but I am hoping to get to see them again this year.&lt;br /&gt;I have two cats, George is a long hair white and brown kitten who just turned 11 months, and Socks is a short hair calico with orange, black and white fur.  Both are extremely cute and love to cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that's enough of an introduction to me. &lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now.&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779101207015269729-3399568429288447451?l=kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/feeds/3399568429288447451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779101207015269729&amp;postID=3399568429288447451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/3399568429288447451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779101207015269729/posts/default/3399568429288447451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokopellismindwarp.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-toy.html' title='New Toy!'/><author><name>KravStorm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283029893232686384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zcwd5KggR4/SUHUQGWSgII/AAAAAAAAABE/FsLo4LYO0Qw/S220/Photo+14.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
