Archive for May, 2022
- Imaginary Friends Support Group – It’s not who you know, but who you think you know
- Massagynist Anonymous – Support group for men who rub women the wrong way
- Leaf Blower Awareness Association – Just in case you weren’t aware enough
- Alcoholics Specifically Named – Life is too short for anonymity. Go public or go home.
- American Fart Association – This group stinks. However it’s very popular with 6-year olds
- The Why Are We Always 6th on the List Support Group – So predictable
- The Because We’re 7th On the List Support Group – So after the fact
- PTSD – Pre Traumatic Stress Disorder support group for worriers who are traumatized by things that haven’t happened yet
- 9¾-Step Recovery Program – For people who simply don’t have the time for a 12-step recovery program or just really like Harry Potter
- Agoraphobic Hermits LTD – This group pretty much keeps to itself. No meetings, no roster, no nothing. “Minding our own business” is their rallying cry.
- The Useless Thoughts and Prayers Support Group – This group really tries to be sincere
- Dealing with Real Depression – A self-help group for people who live below sea level
- The Club for Trying to Read the Tattoos on Black People – I think they’re getting ripped off. Maybe artists should use white ink
- Adventurers Who Plan to Conquer the North and South Pole – It’s the new bipolar
- Polar Bears Who Go Both Ways – It’s the even newer bipolar
- LGBTQ? with ADHD – Support group for people of letters – many letters
- Undereaters Anonymous – Not an organized group, but comprises about 25% of the world nonetheless
- The Alliance to Prevent Total Eclipses of the Heart – Only Bonnie Tyler is eligible
Drawing from their rich tradition of shunning modernity while embracing simplicity the Amish community has opened a 666-acre family fun park called The Amish Amusement Barn. Hoping to win converts to their joy of sober merriments, Church Elders say they raised this Barn as an analog antidote to today’s digital distress. Church Youngers say it puts the “fun” back in fundamentalism. Contrary to the generally positive inhouse reviews, Church traditionalists lament, “We have visited this so-called Amusement Barn – and we are not amused.”
For purposes of writing a review (full disclosure: This review was underwritten by Famous Aimish Chocolate Chip Cookies – a division of Mennonite Industries) yours truly visited this proper paean to God-given fun. And in keeping with the sentiments of the Amish community, this review is written by candlelight on a typewriter while sipping on some mead. I hereby submit the following review:
The Amusement Barn bespeaks good, clean fun the way God meant it to be pre-Garden of Eden – i.e., tempting, but not too tempting. And with a janitor to visitor ratio of 1:5 this Amusement Barn is a classic case of cleanliness being next to Godliness.
The park seems to be from a bygone era. But as wary visitors begin to participate in the Amusement Barn’s rides, games and reveries, they find themselves transformed from a nervous Nellie in digital distress to a serene Solomon in analog rapture as the yoke of modernity is lifted from their weary shoulders. That’s how I see it anyway. But maybe that’s just the mead talking.
Located deep in Mennonite country, where men are Mennonites and women are Womennonites, The Amish Amusement Barn begins to reorient their guests immediately upon arrival with visitors parking at a staging area about 1 mile from the Barn. From there they’re whisked away in an enchanting little horse and buggy driven by authentic Amish teamsters. As your stately open air conveyance gently jostles you on its journey to this Mecca of merriment, anxieties begin to melt away to the extent one hardly notices the 40 ton 18-wheelers rumbling by on the interstate at 70 mph, not 3 feet from the buggy.
In a move piggybacking on the popularity of its Hall of Animatronic Presidents, the Disney Co. announced a new attraction – The Hall of Stationary Bowling Pins. Disney hailed the new exhibit as a great way for haggard park guests to hit the reset button – especially if someone has just knocked down all the pins. In a fickle world of short attention spans and immediate gratification, the Hall’s celebration of Zenlike joy in promoting the quiet veneration of stationary bowling pins seems a risky bet – especially when set against thrill-seeking clientele expecting the exhilarating sprays of Splash Mountain.
The hushed museum quality of this static exhibit is as dialed down as they come. And yet, however counterintuitive it may be, this retro-move seems to have struck a nerve with parkgoers. And this strike has carried over to the bowling pins. For example, many visitors were overcome with emotion after viewing the shrine and commented how strange it was that something so very stationary, could also be so very moving. Go figure.
Visitors to this shrine can expect to swap out their shoes at the service desk in order to walk on the hallowed hardwood floors. And once inside the hall, patrons are asked to stay in their assigned lane and to keep their minds out of the gutter. Visitors are invited to commune with, and observe these proudly erect stationary pins. Some say they can even experience a pinsetters pride while gazing upon these 10 triangularly displayed pins in all their imperturbable glory.
They’re all there: The kingpin, the 7-pin and that rascally 10-pin. See them all spotlighted one by one in their unpainted, undifferentiated and motionless glory – standing at attention and bathed in patriotic light. The bowling pins possess a Presidential eminence despite betraying no movement, no speech and just the thinnest personification beheld in these wooden monoliths. They’re a lot like Calvin Coolidge that way. Keglers sometimes spend the whole day here, buffing there balls and dining on chili dogs at the 11th Frame Snack Bar.
Solemnly situated next to the stationary display is the venerated Tomb of the Unknown Bowling Pin. This orphaned and unidentified pin is resting fittingly in an old alley. As befits its status, the Tomb of the Unknown Bowling Pin is dutifully guarded 24/7 by an active-duty Pinsetter squatting at attention and resplendent in a crisp, camouflage bowling shirt. Rain or shine, the elaborate Changing of the Pinsetter ceremony is a well-attended, somber occasion played out every 2 hours or every 300 game – whichever comes first. They say whenever there’s a Changing of the Pinsetter at the Tomb of the Unknown Bowling Pin, you can hear a pin drop.
After emerging from the exhibit, Marty Cliché remarked, “The Hall of Stationary Bowling Pins is right up my alley. The entire experience just bowled me over. It strikes me as a great place to spend spare time.”
The Hall has not been without controversy with some calling it a pagan idolization of inanimate objects. This anti-bowling group would like nothing other than to see this Mecca to False Idols knocked down and scattered to the winds while the PBA (Professional Bowlers Association) strenuously disagrees saying, “Whomever shall knock down these pins has gotta have balls.”
- Fallen Apple: A Story of Utmost Gravity
- The Thin-skinned Tomato: The Case of the Saucy Wench
- When Bananas Go Black: “Dear God. Now My Only Future is Banana Bread.”
- The Case of the Puckered Plum: He’s All Ready to Be Kissed, But Now He’s Too Old
- Cherries in the Pits: Gasoline Alley is Their Redemption (yes, those pits)
- When Oranges Get Moldy: How Their Death Gave the World Penicillin
- When Peaches Go Soft: Another Way to Feel a Warm, Soft Fuzzy
- Where Do We Find Mangoes? Wherever Wo’man goes’
- I Don’t Give a Fig: Lack of Compassion in a Ficus carica tree Comes Back to Haunt It
- I Know What the Dried-up, Deformed Lemon Behind the Refrigerator Did Last Summer
- The Case of Barry Buried Because of Beri-Beri: Shoulda Eaten Berries
- Sour Grapes: I Know I Could’ve Written a Much Funnier List, I Just Didn’t Want Too
Let it be known that when I become irretrievably incapacitated, or worse, unable to operate my iPhone, I choose to be euthanized and then cremated – in that order. I don’t want any surprise cremation until I’m good and flatlined. And this is not some morbid fascination with the great beyond. It’s all part of a grand strategy where I come out the other side of my death bigger, better and more magnificent than when I went in. My unorthodox plan for my cremation could become very popular and might suggest a societal trend. Then again it might suggest I’m a lunatic. It’s not a question for me to decide. I’ll leave that to my court-appointed conservator to resolve. In any event, I bequeath to posterity my cremation plan for a post-David life. And if posterity refuses my plan, I’ll bestow it upon a more ambitious and can-do heir capable of executing my wishes – listening Bezos or Musk.
Revered astrophysicist Sir Stephen Hawking’s ashes are buried in Westminster Abbey between Isaac Newton’s body at rest and Charles Darwin’s non-evolving corpse. When you’re a genius it’s easy to keep good company. I don’t fit the genius category (except when it comes to my knowledge of Hogan’s Heroes) so for my final resting place I resolved to have my unknighted ashes scattered to the wind and leave it at that.
But Sir Stephen Hawking’s genius gave me another idea on how to venerate and perhaps even invigorate my lifeless ashes. Instead of having them strewn piously in some verdant meadow or scattered ceremoniously into one of our fine, welcoming oceans, I’d have my ashes compressed into an infinite singularity. An infinite singularity – like the mighty primordial singularity from which the Big Bang boomed and all of creation sprang forth. Sir Stephen discusses infinite singularities in his monumental work A Brief History of Time. He describes this infinite singularity with unclouded professorial surety, but also in a manner that is completely impenetrable: “In the moment before the Big Bang, the universe is thought to have had zero size and so to have been infinitely hot.” Huh?
Now I don’t know what any of that means, or why one would follow the other – that is, why would a zero size universe (whatever that is) should be infinitely hot. But I’ll take it on faith that Mr. Hawking is on to something Big. Really Big. Amazon Prime big. So hitching the success of my afterlife to Sir Stephen’s luminous star seems like a good bet. More specifically, combining my quantum calculus with Sir Stephen’s theories, I believe that if my carboniferous ashes were compressed into an infinite singularity, my cremains would achieve Hawking’s vaunted “zero size and infinite heat.”
And don’t think this is some pie-in-the-sky idea. It’s more of a pi in the circumference idea I’ve thought through very carefully. The plan is to have my cremains launched toward each other at the speed of light in the 17 mile circumference loop of the LHC (Large Hadron Collider in Switzerland). The result of this collision would be the hyper-concentration of my cremains into an infinite singularity and would set the stage for a 2nd Big Bang. A 2nd Big Bang based on my cremains, whereby I might become the universe and permeate this new Davidverse with the unmistakable tang of my being. This isn’t about notions of legacy or immortality. It’s about us God sparklers retaking our rightful place in the Cosmos. Not just for me, but for everyone.
This new Davidverse would be a divine and accessible place where everyone would be cleansed by meteor showers. Where we wouldn’t need Intimacy Coordinators because we’d know just what to touch and when to touch it. Where never was heard a discouraging word and the skies were not cloudy all day. In this less formal Daveverse; napkin rings, finger bowls and grapefruit spoons would be optional. Other than to say, “Don’t play with matches,” you wouldn’t have to tip people any more. It would be a place where 2 additional hours of daylight would be available for busy people who complain, “There just aren’t enough hours in the day.” Guilt and depression will be so last week – so will 7 days ago. In this 2nd Big Bang universe, circumstances, predicaments and situations (which I believe are all about the same thing) will be replaced with a vitality of soul last seen when Bobby Sherman danced his way through an in-house milk commercial on Shindig. Bobby says not one word and exudes effortless energy drawn from some deep wellspring of joy we’d all do well to tap into.
I know. Becoming an infinite singularity is a Big Ask. Perhaps the biggest Ask ever. But what can I say? I’ve always been a big pain in the Ask.
Outtakes, Addenda and Bootleg Material from “A Brief History of My Cremation”
Now in the odd way I always have extra puzzle pieces leftover when I’m thru with a puzzle, I have extra material leftover from the above story A Brief History of My Creation. I’ll share this less cogent material with you below:
I don’t make the karmic laws, I just try to avoid them.
Stephen Hawking’s son went into the underwear business and wrote a book called A Brief History of Briefs.
I’m sure in some parallel universe they’ll be a Stephen Hawking avatar who is an Astro-herbalist and writes a groundbreaking new book called A Brief History of Thyme.
Some people call it euthanasia because they want their suicide to feel more virtuous.
And don’t you find it odd that the pedestrian term “Big Bang” has been applied to something so mysteriously magnificent. I mean the transcendent ignition point to the universe – an event so ineffably awesome releasing untold energies and the beginning of time – and the best descriptive term scientists can apply to it is…”Well, it’s like a Big Bang.” One can only imagine the Big Bang translated into other Languages:
- French: Le Grande Boom Boom
- Mexican: Habanero Supreme
- Ebonics: Boom Shaka Laka
- Japanese: Boomzilla or Shibumi
- Esperanto: Bam Bam Pebbles
- New Age: Cosmic Achoo
- Yiddish: Mazel Pop
- The Autobahn Society – A German charity for drivers who like to fly down the road. Not to be confused with the Audubon Society which is for the birds
- SPCA – The Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Airheads. Even idiots deserve protection.
- Make-a-Fish Foundation – This charity enables critically ill fish to fulfill a lifelong dream before going belly up
- Ain’t No Mountain High Enough – The Polish Tourism Board’s initiative to relocate Mt. Everest to Warsaw. As they say: “Together we can move mountains.”
- The Alfred J Hitchcock Attic Fund – A Ghoulish Fundraiser to Exhume, Taxidermy and Display the Body of Anthony Perkins (star of Psycho) in a cobwebby attic
- Habitat for Profanity – This charity builds soundproof housing for potty mouth residents
- Doctors Without Bladders – This group is the best on the continent and also incontinent
- Cereal Huggers of America – Combats Big Farma’s evil practice of growing wheat just to slaughter it in annual genocidal harvests
- Friends of Bringing in the Sheaves – This Charity Group hopes to install “Bringing in the Sheaves” as America’s National Anthem
- Bröders Without Borders – German familial organization promoting the unrestricted travel of German brothers
- PETAC – People for the Ethical Treatment of Animal Crackers. They’re in the process of combining with Cereal Huggers of America
- The Endowment for People Who’d Like to be Better Endowed – Seeks donations from people with really big endowments
- The Pew Charitable Trust – Pew, they stink. It is advised you stay upwind from these very effective do-gooders. Best to donate online.
- The Salvation Navy – At Xmas, instead of ringing a bell, they blow a foghorn
- NAACP for Chocolatiers – The National Association for the Advancement of Chocolate People is a charity designed to prevent discrimination against artisan chocolate makers
- A Fund to Make Echoes Last Longer – I said, a Fund to Make Echoes Last Longer. I said, a Fund to Make Echoes Last Longer.
All new Amazon plants to be built from wood. I guess that makes them plant based plants.
- Lady Calgon of Bath
- Lord Fishinchips
- Princess Caitlyn – Formerly the Earl of Bruce
- Catherine of Arrogant
- Jane of Cleavage
- Catherine of Kissage
- John Longfellow of Shrinkage
- Duchess Beatrice Higginsbottom of Titwhistle
- Lord Camby Fetlock of Derbyshire – Although a Fetlock, he was a real horse’s arse
- King Henry the Alligator – I know. Ridiculous, but when Parliament was looking for a new Monarch they decreed, “Bring us Henry the Alligator…and make it snappy.”
- Lord Hartwick Chamberpot of Bladderpool
- Briles “Bertie” Anspach of Stroke-upon-Head
- Dame Cynthia Natwick the MILF of Heavenscleft
- Sir Giles Dipshit of Pickwick – The Nitwit of Pickwick
- Sir Spencer Feckless – The Coward of the County
- Earl Earl Earlton of Earlton – Redundancy is his middle name (actually it’s Earl)
- Dame Margaret “Bootie” Riles of Pisspiddle
- Sir Randy Bottoms of Randy Bottoms
- Osgood Maggot – Lord of the Flies
- Sir Richard “Dickie” Twickencock – First Adjutant Martyr of the Royal Withstanders
- Mycroft Tweedmouth of Worcestershire (Worcestershire is pronounced “Hullabaloo”)
- Marquis of Queensbury – His rules rule
- Lord Mountbatten of Bat Mountain
- Sir Charles Vermin of Rottingham
- Dame Cecily Pissnipple of Hardpass
- Count Basie of Ellington
- Duke Ellington of Basie
- Colonel Sanders of Kent
- Duke Paisley Park – The Duke was formerly known as Prince
- Duchess Cordelia Drywall – Born Emily Plaster, she married the Duke of Drywall after he got plastered
- Princess Purrsalot of Cheshire – She’s the cat’s Meow
- Laird Matthew McConaughy – The Fifth Firth of Forth
- Lady Constance Always of Evermore – Left an enduring legacy
- Baron of Clothes
- Count of Hands
- Duke of Patty
- Duke of Kale – the Plant-based alternative to the Duke of Patty
- Queen Elton John
- R2D2 – Queen of Bots
- Bluddy Hackett – A Noted Court Jester
- Sir Penzasword – The 1st part of his name is mightier than the 2nd part of his name
- Damn Judi Dench – Mother of Dame Judi Dench
- Dame Edna Pantaloons of Cavendish – Known as the craven dish from Cavendish
- Lord Gloomypants of Prozac Prospect
- Sir Thinxalot – A smart & cunning royal who some say was the inspiration for a Dr. Seuss character
- Sir Dumasdirt – Much beloved, but couldn’t pour piss out of a boot if the directions were on the heel
- Sir Reginald Bolus of Excrement
- Lady Winifred Butterscotch of Scoopage
- Lady Prudence Digby of Rigglesworth (of the Northumberland Rigglesworths’)
- Lord Albumen of Egg – Descended of the Egg Yorks
- Sir Thomas Libertine of Taint-upon-Arse
- Earl of Appalachia – Yeah, that Earl
- Lady Muffet of Tuffet – She had a way with whey
- Dam Eloise of Ipswich – Not a Dame but an actual Dam named Eloise in Ipswich
- Penelope Faithful of Reliance – May have dated Keith Richards
- Lady Prunella of Nutella
- Niles “Whitey” Heathcliff of Fluffernutter
- Astrid Ascot of Crackage
- Thurston Howell III – a 3-hour tour, a 3-hour tour
- Lady Douche – Born Summers Eve
- William the Constipated – A real tight ass
- Jane Seymour – The Exhibitionist
- Jane Seeless – The Prude
- Henry the Ate – Eviler twin of Henry the 8th. Defying the Pope, Henry the Ate legalized cannibalism and ate six of his wives.
- Earl of Sandwich
- Earl of Manwich
- Duke of Sloppy Joes
- Cleopatra Jones – Quentin Tarantino’s favorite Royal
- Earl of Pearl’s Mom – More commonly known as Mother of Pearl
- Henry the Abdicator – Crowned King on 3 separate occasions, but he abandoned the throne each time
- Richard the Lyinhearted – Wrong lion. This fibbing Monarch simply could not tell the truth
- Lord Pigsford of Hammingham
- King Harry the Ejaculator – Best to stand to the side of him
- Lady Ovary of a Certain Age – Lives in West Eggless
- Teh Dkue of Dyslexia
- Prince Charles – The Prince of Wales
- Prince Harry Styles – The Prince of Wails
- Prince Greenpeace – The Prince of Whales
- Sire Sanford Smitch of Suffern Succotash
- Lord Marlboro of Emphysema – Always joked, “What did one casket say to the other? Is that you coffin?”
- Jacques Cousteau – The Dauphin of Dolphins
- South Pole – It’s all there: The Tomb of the Unknown Penguin, Madame Tussaud’s Ice Museum and Roald Amundsen’s Craft Beer Emporium
- North Pole – It’s all there: Pole Dancing Nightly (which at the North Pole lasts continuously from October to March). Visit Santa’s Workshop or Martha Stewart’s sweatshop.]
- The Museum of Communicable Diseases – They’re all there: COVIDS 1-19, Pink Eye and Mono (also available in Stereo). Mask wearing is vigorously prohibited.
- AmishLand Amusement Park – It’s all there: Purpose-driven Whittling, Wet Bonnet Contests and Barn Lowering (Not all barns are made to be raised. Sometimes they have to be lowered)
- Lego Pyramids at Giza Reproduction – Faithfully built to 1:32 scale using real Lego pieces, it’s as much a waste of time and resources as the original pyramids. I think it sphinx, but that’s just my opinion. I’m sure there are 3 sides to this story.
- Syracuse, NY Fire Station #9. Two Light Bulb Attractions in one bulb. What a great idea:
- The World’s Shortest Burning Light Bulb – First lit on April 3, 1972 it flashed for a barely perceptible half a nanosecond and has been dark for over 50 consecutive years. Visitors flock to this shrine of brevity and marvel, “Will you look at that. Just one fleeting flash – oh, when one thinks what might have been.”
- The World’s Longest Unlit Light Bulb – After that same light bulb went out on April 3, 1972 it has remained screwed in, powered up and unlit for over 50 consecutive years. Visitors flock to this shrine of darkness and marvel, “Will you look at that – it’s still off.” Hopeful bulbers hold vigil for its return to illumination – probably just needs to be jostled.
- The Gobi Desert – It’s all not there: sand, gravity, sand, air, sand, daytime, sand and nighttime. It’s like a great, uncrowded beach, but without water. The bonus part is it’s in Mongolia, so the barbecue is fantastic. And in an effort to promote tourism, the Mongolian government (whatever that is) doesn’t even require a visa. You can just show up. Zen Travel Guide gives it 0 Stars and yet also 5 Stars. Go figure.
- The Equator – GPS tells you how close you are, “Warm…warmer…Warmer…HOT, HOT…You have arrived.” Remember, it’s not an Imaginary Line if you believe in it.
- Game of Thrones Oat Maze – Like a corn maze, but only about 2 feet high. Fun for Corgis and maybe Peter Dinklage.
- Bangkok – Really? There’s a place they call Bangkok. It wasn’t just a placeholder until they came up with a real name. Give me a break. Next thing you know there’ll be a lake named Titicaca.
- Glasgow, Scotland – As I write this I’m actually motoring thru Glasgow on a tour bus or “coach” as they call it here in Scotland. Inspiration is where you find it. Fun Fact: People from Glasgow are called Glaswegians. The Beatles sang about this ♫Isn’t it good, Glaswegian Wood♫
- Paris – 2 sister monuments to the venerable Eiffel Tower: The Eyeful Tower and The Awful Tower. The Eyeful Tower is really something to see while the Awful Tower features the kitschy Awful Falafel bistro.
- The Crab Nebula – Best interstellar seafood this side of Pisces. It’s light-years better than the Red Lobster
- Andromeda Galaxy – Place is absolutely out of this world
- Bible Belt – Visit this shrine and get your truth on. Resolve all your issues by reading words chiseled by uncircumcised men whose barber and dentist were the same guy
- The Boyhood Home of Chaz Bono – Visit Sonny & Cher’s offspring’s now genderless nursery of their daughter born Chastity Bono. It’s the non-binary experience of a lifetime.
- Elizabeth Montgomery’s Broom Closet – What could be more bewitching than a backstage look at a TV witch’s broom closet? Plenty. Visitors take note, this broom closet was curated before the creation of the Nimbus2000. Be forewarned, any comment using the cliché “this broom closet has swept me off my feet” will result in immediate expulsion.
- Bette Davis’s Laundry Hamper – See her unwashed memories as they were on the day she died Oct. 6, 1989. It’s all there: the size 1 cocktail dress she wore on her last Tonight Show appearance, lipstick stained sleeve where a nervous tic causes her to kiss her wrist, and for some reason Joan Crawford’s truss. Tour is hosted by a hologram of Roddy MacDowell. Movie-worn shoulder pads, cigarette holders and dress shields available for purchase in gift shop.
- Three Corners Theme Park – Thrill to see where the states of Wyoming, Montana and Idaho share a common boundary. It’s all there:
- The Tomb of the Unknown Rancher – Don’t know who it is, but they’re pretty sure he died with his boots on
- Native Americans with One Tear Streaming Down Their Cheek – Combine broken treaties, land usurpation and firewater intolerance and you’d be crying too. I have my reservations about visiting this reserv…I mean defined area where Indians must live.
- Wyoming’s Stonehenge – 12 Plymouth Belvederes buried up to their tailfins, zodiacally arranged to align with the Summer Solstice
- BLM (Bureau of Land Management) Administrator Hung in Effigy – Left dangling as a reminder to meddlers
- Shrine to the Jolly Rancher – A celebration of the lighter side of ad hoc militias
- Brokeback Mountain Roller Coaster – One trip on this dizzying ride and your orientation might be changed forever
- The Museum of Recovered Memories – Make up a whole new past life or just think that you have. Remember, it’s not imaginary if you believe in it.
Early London Tube Routes No Longer in Use
- The Vacuum Tube – Antiquated route. Replaced by the Transistor Tube and eventually the Digital Highway
- The Fallopian Tube – AKA “The Tunnel of Love.” Getting there was half the fun and once there people didn’t want to leave
- The Test Tube – Never got beyond beta. They were always experimenting with this Tube.
- The Boob Tube – Fail. Riders watched it instead of riding it
- Like Totally Tubular Man – The fact that it was located in San Fernando Valley and not England had more to do with its demise than anything else
Notable Tube Stops
- Mattress Springs
- Gobsmack Wickets
- Poopchute Commons
- Hospital Corners
- Isle of View (AKA – I Love You)
- Sure Would Forest
- West Minster
- Upper Minster
- Lower Minster
- Minster Minster Minster – Marcia Brady lived here briefly
- Shrinkage Flats
- Upper Lip
- Stiff Upper Lip
- East of Eden
- Titwhistle Sound
- Mucous Greens
- Paltrow Goop
- Cabbie Abbey
- UBER Abbey
- Abbey Road
- Maybe Bedlam, Maybe Mayhem
- Bridge-over-Troubled Waters
- Fancy That Guvnah
- East Fancy That Guvnah
- Cameltoe Arches
- Blossom Farts Hollow
- Stratford-upon-Avon – Home to Shakespeare
- Once-upon-Atime – Home to Fairytales
- East Picklesworth
- Slightly East, But More to the Northeast Without Actually Being In East Picklesworth Proper
- Nowhere Near Picklesworth, more Devonshire than Picklesworth
- Will You Forget Picklesworth Already This is Cavendish Forks
- 55 Miles Due East of Picklesworth
- Paper Docks
- Humbug Station
- Scrooge Rectory
- Jesus, Will You Let It Go, You’re Not in Picklesworth Anymore and We’re Not Even Going to Picklesworth
- East Jesus, Will You Let It Go, You’re Not in Picklesworth Anymore and We’re Not Even Going to Picklesworth
- The Heights of Impropriety
- Pissinboot Falls
- Prominent Flats
- Plain Commons
- Extraordinary Commons
- Dingleberry Farms
- Papist Trappings
- Texarkana – Who knew they’d have one too?
- Sticky Wicket Thickets
- Green Eggs and Hamlet – A charming farce about breakfast during the Renaissance
- The Book of Norman – The Norman Conquest as seen through the eyes of a zealous young missionary, Prince Brigham
- Romeo & Romeo – Set in a Roman bath house, this steamy play about gladiator hygiene introduces the recurring character of Bette Midler
- The Merry Wives of Vlad the Impaler – The bard takes a lighter look at Vlad’s happier domestic life. This is not the one-dimensional “head on a pike” Vlad that can be so dreary.
- MEGA – Make England Great Again. This play later morphed into The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.
- Do You Know the Muffin Man. Well, Do Ya Punk? – This play begat the character of Dirty Harry
- Taming of the Jew – A headstrong Semite is mellowed after his desired behaviors are rewarded with bagels
- A Midsummer’s Night Protest March for Redress of Grievances Against the King – The peasants revolt against the King’s knights use of excessive force – especially when a simple, “Will you kindly give us your first born,” would do. Uprising eventually leads to King John relinquishing some power by signing the Magna Carta.
- Two Gentleman from the Tenderloin – Rosencrantz and Guildenstern visit Stonewall and wind up in chains – though by choice
- Juliet and Juliet – 2 chefs battle to the death in a final cook-off to see who will become Queen Elizabeth’s court chef. Neither want to lose their head over this, but one will. It’s like a medieval version of the Food Network’s show Chopped. Also, Juliet and Juliet, may have been the basis for the 2009 foodie movie Julie & Julia.
- How Now Brown Cow – Falstaff develops unaccountable feelings for his cow Bessie, in a love that dare not speak its name. Audiences found it very mooving.
- Thou Wench Doth Spaketh Poorly – A grammar snob decries the lack of the King’s English spoken by a Cockney street urchin. Play later became My Fair Lady
- A Pursuit Most Trivial – Professor Maximillian of Cambridge keeps pestering the faculty with pointless quiz questions on a variety of topics. Eventually it becomes a board game craze and he makes a million. Which influenced play #14
- Maximillian Makes a Million – A stunningly unorthodox play where the protagonist (Professor Maximilian) confesses that it wasn’t the first million, but rather the second million that was actually the hardest to make. No one was exhibiting meta-humor in 1590, except for Shakespeare. This “lost” play never made it out of previews in Greenwich. Its charred script was discovered near his Globe Theater in 2007 after getting singed in London’s Great Fire of 1666.
- Sir Thinxalot – This brilliant Knight of the Eggheads defeats opponents with wit and cunning. In Act II he marries Lady Mensa.
- The Gouger of Venice – A greedy Venice merchant overcharges its citizens for gondola rides until the Doge gently persuades him to “play nice” or have his disemboweled entrails strewn all over St. Mark’s Square
- Bangers and Mash – An Olde English version of Starsky and Hutch
- East Side Story – A musical version of Romeo and Juliet. Who would ever dream a musical like that would work – unless you transferred it to the West Side.
- Ojello – This first draft involving rendering horses into edible byproducts somehow transformed into Othello
- The “Ado” Plays
- Much Ado About Nothing
- Some Ado About Some Thing
- A Little Ado About a Few Things
- No Ado About Anything
- Much Adieu About French Good Byes
Shakespeare was celebrated in his day because he wrote popular and relatable plays for the masses and aristocracy alike. This was before Johan Gutenberg’s printing press made books/novels/stories generally available. There wasn’t much entertainment competition. Shakespeare had the field pretty much to himself. Theater going was one of the few ways your average Lancelot entertained himself. Will S. actually became more popular after his death (just like I will). Back then the play really was the thing.
This is by no means a condemnation of the outsized talents of Shakespeare, just a perspective on our most worthiest of playwrights
Still, I wonder why playwright isn’t spelled playwrite. Makes no sense. Oh well – a little ado about everything.