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Thursday, 26 June
Bad Acts

Tomorrow night I'll be performing at Seattle's own Union Garage theater (the venue for bipolars! It's either blazing hot or colder than Neptune!) doing a little thing called XTL: eXtreme Theater League. It's a one-night event that I've done before; basically, the idea is a sketch comedy beatdown night a la the WWF, where sketches or performers are pitted against one another to the audience's pitiless boos or riotous accolades, sometimes in the same sketch, and the point of most of the sketches is that they be wretched. Deliberately wretched, so the contest is: who can suck the most the fastest and the funniest? It's all in good fun, and since the thing starts at eleven, you're basically guaranteed actors who have been drinking, adding to the general atmosphere of teetering mayhem. Sort of like Guy Fawkes directing Paul Lynde in Star Spangled Girl: unthinkably terrible, but certainly mesmerizing.

I (and the wife) are teamed up with my friend V. (the same V. who routinely perpetrates shattering horrors on innocent karaoke songs); she has gamely dug up a 10-minute show she wrote in college about her sexual issues, and if that doesn't already have you reaching for the Vicodin, let me just tell you: you have no idea. It's simply incredible, and it's a testament to V.'s good sense of humor that she is allowing this horror to be unleashed, because when I say it is bad, I mean it is Bad; Badness permeates its every line, its every page; it is End of Days Bad; it is apocalyptically bad. What I'm trying to say is, it's pretty bad.

(In the unlikely event that some of my tens of readers are XTL participants, you might want to read this later, but I'm not really spoiling anything. I just couldn't wait to get this down.)

Like I said, it was V. "working through" some sexual issues at the time--that hazy-dazy college time where boys discovered Better Falling Down Through Chemistry and girls discovered that they Had Issues. Hence, it has no less than 4 (four) gratuitous menstrual references. It has Barbie Allegories. It has Horrible Windy Monologues. And, my favorite, it has a character named Skeeter.

But there's no way I can do it justice by just describing it . . . for one thing, the thing possesses a kind of multivariate badness: it is bad on so many levels and in so many different ways . . . Christ, I don't know. It's like a colony of badness, all living there desolately on the page.

Hopeless woman-bonding-with-her-body prose?

Ow ow ow cramp! Bad cramp. Bad! Ea-sy . . . easy does it. Ahhh, good cramp. I will end the desire to make a [booty] run with a period. It will flow out of me by way of vagina.

Check! Incomprehensible purple imagery?

I am lying with an android. I will peel off his flesh-colored fake mechanical arm and slink back home.

Check! Hilariously clanking "natural" dialogue?

Kyle: Wanda, I hope you don't mind that I am indulging in some of your Apple Jacks.

Wanda: That's fine. So how are they?

Kyle: These Apple Jacks are crunchy and delicious.

Holy fuck you better say Check!

And honestly, this is only the merest of sips from these brackish waters, and those waters run very, very deep, and tomorrow night, I'll be drowning in it.

Should be fun.

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I will try to be there!!!

Comment number: 001061   Posted by: dayment on June 26, 2003 10:24 PM from IP:

so the contest is: who can suck the most the fastest and the funniest?

Timely, that Supreme Court ruling, then, eh?

Comment number: 001062   Posted by: TheBrad on June 26, 2003 10:32 PM from IP:

Holy Crap!

This SO makes me wish I lived in Seattle! In a car wreck gauking kind of way. An chance of Izzle Pfaff's Streaming Video of the Carnage?? Art, horror, humor and technology all rolled into one little brown paper-covered package.

Comment number: 001063   Posted by: Jamie on June 27, 2003 06:29 AM from IP:

Wow... Almost reminds me of some of the bad teenage angst poetry I wrote in my "never had a girlfriend, therefore never will" days...

Comment number: 001064   Posted by: Ryan Waddell on June 27, 2003 06:32 AM from IP:

If anyone can suck alot, quickly, in a humorous way, it's you, Skot.

Comment number: 001065   Posted by: KOTWF on June 27, 2003 07:42 AM from IP:

Wow, how I wish I lived near Seattle. Well, I'll be there with you in spirit, Skeeter.

Comment number: 001066   Posted by: Bet on June 27, 2003 08:23 AM from IP:

You better post the whole script after the event, the exerts are teasing. I've gotta read the whole thing.

Comment number: 001067   Posted by: pretty_paranoia on June 29, 2003 10:46 PM from IP:

OT: I think it's simply lovely that Skot here performed in a production of something entitled "Poona the Fuckdog". This inspires me on so many levels.

Comment number: 001068   Posted by: ColdForged on June 30, 2003 12:23 PM from IP:

UPDATE: It went terribly, which was to say perfectly. The judges begged us to stop. It probably also didn't help that by the time we hit the stage, it was after 1 AM. Unfortunately, the Skeeter character got cut because the judges were clawing their own faces off in agony.

CF, Poona was great! Man, I loved that show.

Comment number: 001069   Posted by: Skot on June 30, 2003 07:54 PM from IP:

Oh my god. I recognize those lines of dialogue. And I don't mean in a "that sounds like some of the stuff I heard in college." I mean...I know V! I went to college with her. Does the word "Fafoona" mean anything to you?

Which actually doesn't surprise me that much. Considering where you live and your theatre involvement, I suspected I either knew you or some of your cohorts...

Comment number: 001133   Posted by: Krizzer on July 11, 2003 10:01 AM from IP:

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