Mike Mariano

A curse on you, comic author Andy Singer!

I found Sartre’s play cold and depressing—so much so that I was inspired to write a parody of it, where Garcin, Inez and Estelle have a massive orgy. It ends with Garcin drawing on the walls of the room with Estelle’s lipstick and realizing how happy he feels.

So my No Exit parody is late to the game. Oh well, I’ve been unoriginal before.

But why do these three deserve a happy ending? I feel guilty for delesbianifying Ms. Inez Serrano. I feel guilty for undressing Ms. Estelle Regault—something I’ve never done before to a female character. But I don’t feel guilty for suggesting that these three would be just as miserable Logjammin’ as they would be in Sartre’s hell.

This weblog has completed phase one of an update. Categories have been added. The permanent links are better. The feeds are no worse. But hopefully you haven’t noticed much of a change.

Phase two is making you notice.

I haven’t written any more of my short play, but I have developed ideas for two other short plays. Put together, these plays cover:

• Piñatas
• Cabbage Patch Kids
• Japanese Tentacle Monsters

Obviously fine contributions to dramatic history.

Just now, in the shower:

My mind turned from Alberto Gonzales to my own Muggled and the prospect of having your own, private Abu Ghraib.

And that gives me an idea. For a musical?