Next on Matthew's long list of activities he believes are interesting and gets pumped up about for three days and then never thinks about again:
I am going to be a playwright. Here is the contest. I have four days to write a 10- to 30-minute play. I would pick a contest that is further out, but if I did, I would never actually write and submit the play, and you know that, and I know that. They are, and I (obviously) quote, "[L]ooking for plays that challenge our perceptions and expectations of relationships." I am thinking of a woman who is romantically in love with a tree. This is a good idea because not only does it challenge the perceptions and expectations of relationships, it could be taken as a metaphor for homosexuality -- forbidden love and all -- which will make my play "hip" and "cool" and "gnarly." It will not be a good play, and I will lose the competition, but I will have tried. I like trying.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
