In what those of you who are longtime readers of mine, either of this blog, or Inside the IIWF, or of the notes I wrote on the board detailing the law of vicarious liability, will certainly see as a clerical error - a play which I have co-authored with Kirk Hiner, Spoon Millionaires, is being produced.
The production is being run August 10-12 at the Civic Center in Lima, Ohio (yes, the hometown of one Al Snow, who you Counterfactual fans will remember as beating Steve Austin for the Intercontinental Championship at Wrestlemania XV). Kirk and I are a longtime on again/off again writing team, collaborating in both a long defunct comedy troupe (...just because) and a sitcom that didn't get picked up ("I'm a Man") so if past evidence is an indication of future success, I'm sure you'll be hearing many good things about Spoon Millionaires.
The play is about a young woman's journey to self acceptance; we meet our heroine, Penelope Ann, as a young girl living in Appalachia, and marvel in her growth as she learns the lessons of what define us all - lessons in love and loss - and in finding her own feminine path, Penelope Ann makes us all a little more human.
And she and her friends all wear the same pair of magic pants or some shit like that.
Nah, none of that happens in Spoon Millionaires but there are a lot of good jokes, a couple of homicides, the occasional Wall of Voodoo reference, and some hot-ass actresses who hopefully will be interested in meeting the enigmatic co-author who comes to town to gets his freak on. Daddy gots needs. Neeeeeds.
Anyway, for those of you passing by Lima, Ohio in early August, feel free to pick up many, many tickets to see our play; better yet, for those of you with a forum, give it many plugs, write many glowing reviews about the production, and demand - demand, I say, that the local theater company in your town produce the next great American play - Spoon Millionaires. If you stop by the show, it's almost a certainty that one of the authors will buy you a drink at the post-show party. That author would be Kirk, of course, 'cause I live like a thousand miles from Lima, Ohio, and even if I am able to gather myself together sufficiently to fly north, I'll probably hide in the hotel watching my Ned and Stacey DVDs and popping Oxycontin. Yeah, that's what poppa likes. A little Thomas Haden Church. A little Hillbilly Heroin. Mmmmm, gotta feed the monkey.
We'll resume with our regularly scheduled programming as soon as I can crank out Royal Rumble 2005. Unless I'm dead in a seedy motel room in Lima, Ohio. As prophecy hath foretold.
Check out www.spoonmillionaires.com for updates.
Older than Twitter. Not quite as profitable. A pro wrestling counterfactual: What if the World Wrestling Federation was organized around workrate, around the idea that the pivotal word in the phrase "sports entertainment" is the first? Can one Ricky Steamboat pinfall put right what once went wrong? Go to the earliest archived post; scroll to December 19, 2005 "it begins" and you're ready to roll.
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we meet our heroine, Penelope Ann, as a young girl living in Appalachia, and marvel in her growth
What, like the Great Khali?
Frightening!
Yup, just like that, oddly enough.
Except she's a significantly better worker.
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