Fortune

I've noticed how people can take measure of their own beliefs and then compare them to the acts of someone else. They're worried that they don't believe in something as much as someone who would bite their thumb off, light themselves on fire, or blow up a schoolbus.

You could try to live the life of a pirate on the high seas, but that would be a lot easier if you lived four hundred years ago. You could look for enlightenment by shaving your head and sitting ontop of a pole while muttering gibberish - not as big a stretch if you live in the mountains of Ancient China, but not too easy to pull off if you live in downtown Manhattan. Does this mean that these things are impossible for you to do? No. But consider if it's something you actually need to do.

Ultimately the life we lead is governed by the need and necessity around us. People do things that they want to do, and they also do things that they think need to be done. So the search for spirituality isn't dead, you just have to learn where and how to look for it.

Idle Queue

Just what the hell is a chalupa, anyway?

Boogiepop Phantom

"A scream in the night, and in that instant the world changed ... or at least, it appeared to. There have always been forces in the world and voices in the night: some friendly and other malevolent. Invisible until summoned; they slide through dimensions as people walk through doorways. They wait, and watch the doings of Man closely ... each for their own reasons. Sometimes, they appear ... and when they do, the world changes.

Everyone knows about Boogiepop: meet her one dark night and you are taken. People tell each other the stories and laugh: no one believes that she exists in this day and age. Still, there are some strange things that appear to be going on just below the surface. Darkness takes many forms, though. Evil and good intermingle. The glass shatters. Time stands still. There is something in the darkness. You aren't alone. Are you safe?"

The Monkeys

Transcribed from: Comedy Central
Transcribed by: Matt Morrison (herogreenlantern@hotmail.com)

Cast:

* Dave- Mr. Lewis, the old man with the monkeys
* Mark- Manservant
* Man- Cabdriver

[Setting: A mansion. We see a padlocked door that light can just peer through, thanks to cracks and holes. Despite this, it does look strong and we can hear something struggling against the door. We pan over to Dave, an old man smoking a pipe.]

Dave: Monkeys are loose. Full of beans, sounds like to me. I let them loose... I mean, out of their cages... but I keep them in there... locked up in that room. If I was ever to let them monkeys out of the house, they'd be running this town inside a week.

[We cut to Dave standing next to another man, Mark.]

Mark: Everything he says is true.

[We see Dave stand before the door, undoing the locks.]

Dave: Monkeys are in here. Think I'll let 'em out.

[Dave opens the door a bit and light pours from behind it, a la the Ark of the Covenant in 'Raiders of the Lost Ark.' We hear the howls of monkeys before Dave closes the door again.]

Dave: [laughs] I was kidding. I wouldn't wish the monkeys on my worst enemy. These aren't cute monkeys. Nah. These are like those damn monkeys in "The Wizard of Oz"... only they ain’t got no wings... and they smell bad... these are vicious, mean-spirited monkeys.

[Cut back to Mark and Dave.]

Mark: Saw a couple of them get a hold of a dog once....[shakes his head] hoo boy.

[Cut to Dave on a phone.]

Dave: If I don't get a pizza here in ten minutes, I'M LETTING THE MONKEYS LOOSE!

[Cut to a cab. Dave and Mark are in the back seat.]

Dave: Worked for 30 years over at the furniture department at the Eden's. Can't tell me everyone in this town didn't look down on me. Worked for commission. Lucky if I made 300 bucks a month. Now I run the whole damn furniture department! Ehhh? I live in Bobby Ore's house!

[The three men laugh, the cab driver doing so nervously.]

Man: Here you are, Mr. Lewis. And I just want to say how much my wife and I appreciate you not letting them monkeys out....

Dave: Oh, I figure I gotta let 'em out sometime..... tomorrow!

[The man looks very worried until Dave starts laughing. He laughs along with him.]

[Cut back to the study.]

Dave: People think I have got the power cause I've got the monkeys. Nope. I've got the power because I'll let the monkeys loose... They don't understand......

[Cut back to Mark and Dave alone.]

Mark: If he says he'll let the monkeys loose, he WILL let the monkeys loose.

[Cut back to Dave in his study.]

Dave: They goddamn don't understand THAT... and they goddamn don't understand me. But that's okay. That's all right, see... cause people.. they understand monkeys.

[We close up on the shaking door as he hear the monkeys howl and bang against it as the skit ends.]

Cast Out

Last night was of choir crickets and a thumbnail-splinter moon.

Moonbeam Monkey

I'm a moonbeam monkey on spec
Come to bring your strange kid back
No one saw him gimpy going round the bend
And no one but me knows the stuff it takes to mend him
I will get him back on the right track
I will bring your strange kid back
He saw something there, something in the ice
Sees it still when he closes his eyes
He's not talking, just taking it alone
I will bring his story home
He's not talking, just taking it alone
He's a good boy, your good son
I'm an angel dark, darker than loam
I will bring your strange kid home

Sunny Friday Afternoon

It is a day of discovered treasures, of sideway chalk and brass sailing ships.