Hey, Masters of the Universe. Wassup brain surgeons, Silicon Valley millionaires and CEO’s featured in those little blurbs in my alumni bulletin? I don’t want to brag, but brag I must.
I just finished making a stunt pickle for the community theater I work with. (All producers interested in optioning my life story can comment below and I’ll get back to you as soon as my schedule allows.)
I got to direct the last show and Phin was the lead; this time around, I’m helping with props and he has arguably the least funny part in The Odd Couple — Roy, the accountant.
It’s really nice for us to pitch in without having to be responsible for more than making fake kosher dills and memorizing a small part. (Yeah, I know; no small parts. But last show Phin had to be knocked down, slapped and emotionally flayed. This time, he deals cards and eats a stale potato chip. So small-er, certainly.)
This show Phin gets to stay on his feet, while my daredevil gherkin is smacked halfway across the stage. Sorry about the bragging, but stunt pickles are blurb-worthy. Right?