The Simpsons Meet Dr. House, M.D. (a rather short play) SCENE: Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital morgue. Four tables hold four shrouded figures. Situated around the room are DR. GREGORY HOUSE, DR. CHRIS TAUB, DR. CHI PARK, and DR. ERIC FOREMAN. FOREMAN: These four individuals arrive in our hospital and immediately die. We have the whole hospital under lockdown until we can determine the cause of this. What do you think?
Mysterious! Oooooooo! Today’s letter arrived in a brindle-brown envelope. The addressee’s name is obscured–as is often the case with this mis-delivered mail. There is no return address. Merely an animal print of some sort. It reads: Dear Brother or Sister, Welcome and congratulations regarding your impending initiation into the Sacred Lodges of the Mysterious Vole. You are fortunate and honored to join one of the world’s oldest secretive organizations
FXX (who has been getting a lot of free advertising lately) has been running a Simpsons marathon—all 552 episodes (and counting). An absurd event which, of course, I highly approve of. I can’t say I’m a rabid Simpsons fan, although I do enjoy the series overall. I am a big fan of the absurd, though. We’re a little over halfway through the marathon and I thought I would share
In Search of Ira Plato A Short, Silly, Three-Act Play (more or less) Dramatis Personae Major “Hump” Hessel (NSA officer in charge of nationwide manhunt) Lieutenant Robert “Rigamarole” Davies (Major Hessel’s aide) Private Ernest “Earnest” Wilde (earnest young soldier) Detective Molly Molly (A police detective) Officer Dan O’Dannon (a man of Irish ancestry) Barry (a barrista) Ira (radio host) ACT ONE Scene: Modern military-style office. No windows. Possibly
Richard Branson? This week’s mis-delivered mail is a bit of a puzzler. It comes on airmail stationery, but the addresses are obscured by dozens of foreign stamps ranging from Tanganyika to Macedonia. The author of the letter claims to be the Richard Branson, but I imagine that anyone named Richard Branson assumes that they are indeed the Richard Branson. Fair enough. On with the letter… Dear Fifth Grade Class