Robot vs. Dinosaur Presents: PRETTY FROM A DISTANCE
Friday and Saturday nights at 7:30pm
March 23-April 7 Luna Central 3914 N. Clark St. Chicago, IL 60613 $15 www.teatroluna.org
Tickets may be purchased at the door or in advance on-line by clicking HERE
Like the Horsehead Nebula poised over Orion’s nether-regions, Robot vs.
Dinosaur’s latest sketch show, Pretty from a Distance, is a beacon to
souls lost in the universe. Directed by RvD veteran Chris Othic, the
75-minute show addresses big questions
about our place in the universe and the rituals of life. Unlike a lot of
sketch comedy, it's got a lot of heart and minimal dick jokes. We think
you'll like it and leave the theater chanting ""Not insignificant, but
insignif-I-CAN!"
Starring:
Rammel Chan Susie Gutowski Mike Johnson Becca Levine Torian Miller Nat Topping Directed by Chris Othic
This is a remount of sorts of the sold out show we did at Sketchfest this year. So, if you missed that, come see this! If you saw that, come see this! We added 20-30 minutes of new material and two new actors. Mike Johnson, an old friend of RvD's, is back playing with us and making his debut with us is Torian Miller. The show also features two pieces I wrote that I also regard as two of my favorites. There's Dolphin Encounter featuring Nat Topping as a disgruntled dolphin people pay to "swim" with and Boris vs. Nature featuring Mike as the husband of a small family having a stare down with a giraffe at the zoo. That piece first appeared in 365 Sketches and I re-wrote it for this show.
I'm very proud of this show and hope you check it out. Everyone is operating at the top of their game. This may just be our best show from the top-notch writing to the excellent comic acting to Chris's confident direction.
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Friday, March 23, 2012
Pretty From A Distance
Monday, November 15, 2010
Self-Publification
Here's what I wrote and performed. It started with me carrying a copy of my book up to the microphone.
This is a book I wrote. Sort of. In 2009, I wrote a comedy sketch a day for a year. This is all of them in one place. I didn’t write them to have a book, but they ended up in there. Not published by Simon and Schuster or Samuel French or some University Press. Published by me. And I hope that by the time I am done here, you are disgusted by it. Assuming you aren’t already.
November is National Novel Writing Month, also known as NaNoWriMo. Last year, the official NaNoWriMo website had 165,000 participants registered. 30,000 of them completed the goal of cranking out a 50,000 word novel from scratch. It’s like the marathon for out-of-shape would-be writers. If this year’s number of participants has increased like it has every other year, that means come December 1st, there could potentially be 40,000 new novels completed and published. Not from any big publishing house. Not placed in some fancy display at Borders. 40,000 new novels unleashed into the wild, available on-line as downloadable eBooks. We live in an age where anyone with a blog can be considered a published author, anyone with a webcam can be a filmmaker or porn star or both. We live in an age where anyone can create a piece of work and put it on the Internet for potential millions to see and then write about it on their own blogs. And most of what’s being generated out there is just crap.
Millions of people upload YouTube videos every day. Millions of bloggers post content every day, mostly recounts of vacations and videos of cats. I am guilty of both. The number of podcasts available for free just through iTunes is staggering. Musicians are using their laptops for recording studios and posting their work on-line. Although, in the music industry, it’s not called self-publishing, it’s called self-releasing. Which sounds more appropriate and makes me giggle.
In theater, it’s not unusual for a show to cancel if the number of people in the cast outnumbers the people in the audience. As a society, we’re getting close to having to cancel our show. There are more artists than audience. People complain about not being able to draw an audience to their show. That’s because the audience is busy elsewhere doing their own shows. In Chicago, you can see improv seven nights a week in a few different locations. Is there that much of a demand for it? No. No one is clamoring to see Uncle Billy’s Fun Sack do a montage at 11pm on a Sunday in the back of a dive bar. There are that many shows because there are that many people wanting and willing to do that show. Self-produced. The theater world’s version of self-published.
The problem with so much content being created and “published” is that there’s no filter. There’s no one sitting behind a desk going, “Ew. No. Not that one.” For many of us, that’s good news. A lot of good, interesting artists get a chance to be seen or heard. But when the floodgates are open, a lot of flotsam gets a chance, too. On October 28th, Amazon allowed Philip R. Greaves II, or in today’s vernacular, Phillip R. Greaves .2, to upload a new eBook. An experienced “published” author, he already has two other eBooks.
The other books on Amazon that Greaves wrote have nothing to do with sexual molestation. One is called A Government of Service to All – “A discripeion of the political realities that influence us all.” And there’s my all time favorite, The Grand Delusion or What’s God Got To Do With It? Described as “An examination of man and his many notions of "God" with an aim toward disproving the existence of any universal intelengence of omnipotent creator. “ That’s right. He misspelled “intelligence.” The only thing being molested in these books is spelling. Or, as Greaves would write, “spieling.” Self-publishing is not only an assault on our morals and principles, it’s an assault on the English language.
((Note: I tried to link to these this morning, and it looks like Amazon has taken everything by Greaves off their website.))
His latest non-seller, a self-help book. The Pedophile's Guide to Love and Pleasure: a Child-lover's Code of Conduct. It offers advice to pedophiles afraid of becoming the center of retaliation and includes first-person descriptions of such encounters, purportedly written from a child's point of view.
The book triggered outrage on Twitter – our newest form of quick self-published shouts at the world. A chorus of comment leavers on the book’s Amazon page called for them to pull the book. Which they did do. Three weeks after it was made available. Not because of any principles, because of the bad press they were getting and the threat of a boycott. Look, I’m not defending pedophilia or a pedophile. I’m all for whatever floats your boat as long as it does no harm to anyone and, if another boat’s involved, it’s there because it wants to be there, is of legal boating age and you’re not a Somali pirate. Amazon initially refused to take the book down based on freedom of speech. Hard to argue against because then we start talking about where to draw lines.
Many critics claimed Amazon endorsed pedophilia just because they carried the book. They have many other books about pedophilia, fiction and non-fiction. From text books to Lolita. This one, however, tells people how to get away with it, which many people feel, goes too far. Easy to understand, but based on that logic, there’s more stuff for Amazon to take down. They also carry the Dexter books and DVDs, and I’m pretty sure they don’t endorse serial killing. Now, you might make the case that one is non-fiction and offers actual advice on how to get away with breaking the law. Except Dexter does exactly that. It’s a code of conduct for serial killers who don’t want to get caught.
They also carry other books that are literally instructional manuals on how to commit crimes. The Anarchist’s Cookbook, The Marijuana Growers Handbook and Decision Points by George W. Bush.
A more frightening book on Amazon that I found is Improvised Munitions Black Book, Vol. 1. Volume 1! There’s more to come. It gets rave customer reviews, mostly folks from Northern Ireland. “if you want a good book about explosives, rockets, chemical mixtures, how to build devices, and how to acquire ingredients, this book is for you.” That’s a direct quote. No protests in the comments section from anyone. A little more frightening is the accredited author. Self-published by the US Government. On the Amazon webpage there’s a section of “customers who bought this also bought…” which leads you to Uncle Sam’s other book, the U.S. Marine Corps Sniper Training Manual, just in case that DIY bomb didn’t go off.
Before the Pedophilia for Dummies book hit the headlines, its author claimed it had sold precisely one copy. After the media picked up the story, it had moved enough units to make the Amazon’s Top 100 list. Top 100 out of hundreds of thousands of books. Quite an accomplishment for a self-published eBook by an unknown author who rejects the oppression of spellcheck. I seriously doubt the books, were scooped up exclusively by pedophiles. That’s the double-edged sword of offensive material. One has to read it to be able to intelligently comment on it. Oh, not the people protesting. We all know the loudest protesters are the ones who didn’t read the book or see the movie. Sadly, for them, the digital age has taken its toll on book burnings. Used to be able to gather a bunch of copies up and set them on fire to demonstrate your disgust. Can’t throw a bunch of eBooks in a pile and hit delete.
Self-publishing is intoxicating. After I wrote a comedy sketch a day for a year, they were all produced last June. We had 26 directors putting up 26 shows with 176 actors over eleven nights at the Strawdog. I wanted to give the directors something special to say thank you for their hard work. I went to lulu.com, a self-publishing site. Although, lulu calls it “open publishing,” I guess because “it’s complicated” publishing didn’t sound very inviting. There, I uploaded the scenes into this book. With the click of a mouse, I became a published author. You can find the book on-line. Even at Amazon.
When I brought hard copies in to give to directors, other people asked me about buying one for themselves. Dollar signs shot off in my head like green and gold fireworks. I dreamt of being able to retire and just lie in a bed of royalties from book sales. That, of course, hasn’t happened. Instead of a bed, maybe a nice throw pillow of royalties. Not a big audience of readers for a telephone book sized tome of scripted sketch comedy by some guy.
I’m fine with that. It was meant as a souvenir of the event. Nothing more. But it would be nice to hit the Amazon Top 100 at least once, even for a moment. I mean, if a pedophile - who spells “perversity” with two “c”s - can do it… I just need to convince everyone there’s a reason to protest it. This thing (I hold up 365 Sketches) is vile and offensive.
Let me read some of the scene titles to you…
“Unicorns – Let’s Fuck Them Without Permission”
“Give The Elderly Aids”
“Anything Can Be A Urinal, Especially On A Train or At A Buffet”
“Lynching’s Aren’t Fun, Not Without Bungee Cords”
“Cancer is God’s Way of Saying Die, Already!”
Riled up, yet? It’s available on-line and in book form. A really big, easy to burn book. You can build a bonfire that will last for days. It’s also on sale at The Book Cellar. I think we should all march up there after. Everyone throw in a few bucks, I’m good for two dollars, and we buy a copy and set it on fire. Afterward, we can also have some wine and a sandwich. I love that place.
Greaves.2, my fellow published author, was interviewed by The Smoking Gun, and insisted his book doesn't advocate for adults to harm children. "The best advice I can give a pedophile,” he says, “is accept that masturbation is your best friend.”
...which brings me back to the topic of self-publication.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Biting and Smiling
A new website is being built devoted to 365 Sketches. You can see how much has not been done on it by clicking HERE.
I am currently in the midst of rewrites for 365, so it will be awhile before I'm back to updating Bite and Smile on a daily basis. You will certainly find at least a weekly update.
IMPORTANT SURVEY
I am pitching a project and want to know which show you would most want to see based on the title. Please leave your response in the comments section. Thanks.
"Jesse James Meets Frankenstein's Daughter as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis Sade"
"Munster Go Home! as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade"
"The Saga of the Viking Women and Their Voyage to the Waters of the Great Sea Serpent as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade"
“Bio-Dome as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade"
“Cocktail as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade"
"Yor, the Hunter from the Future as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade"
"Stroker Ace as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade"
“St. Elmo’s Fire as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade"
“Star Trek V as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade"
“Disco Godfather as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade"
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Here It Comes...365 AUDITIONS
45 Minutes Productions and WNEP Theater announce auditions for “365 Sketches”
26 different sketch comedy revues done in ten nights to showcase the 365 sketches written in 365 days by Second City Instructor Joe Janes.
The shows are June 3 - 13 and will take place at Strawdog Theater in Hugan Hall.
WHERE: Zoo Studios, 4001 N. Ravenswood (just off the Irving Park Brown Line) Basement
WHEN: Saturday, March 27 from 11AM – 6PM
WHAT: Small group auditions – improvisation and cold readings
To schedule a place in one of our seven 45-minute slots, email Joe at joejanes1065@gmail.com and we’ll get back to you with a time for Saturday.
Directors include:
Rich Baker
Mary Jo Bolduc
Regan Davis
Becky Eldridge
Jen Ellison
Jason Fleece
Lillie Frances
Rose Kruger
Rebecca Langguth
Bina Martin
Scott Olson
Chris Othic
Rinska Prestinary
Amanda Rountree
Tony Soto
Rachel Staelens
Derek Van Tassel
Trish Vignola
Rebekah Walendzak
Wendi Weber
(Wow! This is quickly becoming a reality. Freaky, scary, exciting, monumental, crispy with a hint of almonds.)
THE BS NEWS QUIZ OF THE DAY
Yesterday, I asked...
"Six women in New Jersey are recovering after they received buttocks-enhancement injections containing what?"
50% said "gelatin" - It's the carrots and raisins that give the booty some "oompf!"16% said "custard" - Thinking about it makes me a little big horny.
No one said "Elmer's Glue"
34% got it right with "caulk"
According to the Associated Press, Six women in New Jersey are recovering after they received buttocks-enhancement injections containing silicone used to caulk bathtubs. State health officials say the women, from Essex County, apparently underwent cosmetic procedures from unlicensed providers.
On the positive side, caulk in the butt does cut your heating bills in the winter.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Week 27, Day 188 - "WTF"
(This was posted after midnight Saturday)
“WTF”
Written by Joe Janes
7/25/09
188 of 365
CAST
Muriel, late 20s
Tabitha, late 20s
(Lights up on Muriel standing near the buffet table of a high school reunion. Tabitha approaches.)
TABITHA
Muriel? Muriel Klotz?
MURIEL
Yes?
TABITHA (hugs Muriel)
Oh, my God! I haven’t since you since we graduated.
MURIEL
That’s right. We haven’t seen each other since then…you.
TABITHA
You…don’t remember me…it’s Tabitha. Tabitha Letterhos.
MURIEL
Oh, sure. Tabitha! We took Chemistry together.
TABITHA
Biology.
MURIEL
Of course. I get all my sciences mixed up.
TABITHA
You still don’t remember me.
MURIEL
No, no. Of course, I do. Tabitha. Just you’re hair-
TABITHA
Is exactly the same way I wore it ten years ago.
MURIEL
Well, you know, we all have put on a few extra pounds.
TABITHA
Except me.
MURIEL
Except you, is what I was going to say. You look great.
TABITHA
Right. You know, I used to think you were somebody real special. Someone I really admired. And I fooled myself into thinking we were friends, maybe not close friends, but friends enough to be glad to see each other, get together for coffee and to laugh about old times. I wasn’t even on your radar in high school, was I? Well, sorry I bothered you, Muriel. Enjoy the ten-year reunion.
(She exits.)
MURIEL
Facebook me!
(Blackout)
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Week 25, Day 174 - “Wild Is The Wind”
Written by Joe Janes
7/11/09
174 of 365
CAST
Shackleton, 30s
Bigsby, 30s
Edmund, 30s
Marjorie, 30s
(We hear the sound of a cold, harsh, relentless wind. Lights come up on three men in parkas huddled together on the floor. They are in a small tent. Bigsby, the man in the middle, has a plain winter scarf wrapped around his eyes. He is flanked by Shackleton and Edmund. They surround a small lantern, which they have used to make tea. Shackleton tries to give Bigsby tea in a small metal cup. They all three speak with British dialects.)
(The light of lantern fluctuates a few times before permanently going out. It is completely dark. )
(From outside the tent, we see a flashlight. Whoever is carrying it, pulls back a tent flap and comes into the tent.)
Friday, July 10, 2009
Week 25, Day 173 - “You Have Placed A Chill In My Heart”
Written by Joe Janes
7/10/09
173 of 365
CAST:
Debra, 20s
Scott, 30s
Five Ninjas
(Lights up on Debra sweeping the floor of a coffee shop late at night. She wears a green apron and matching cap. Scott, the manager, crosses the stage carrying cash register rolls. Debra pauses and smiles at him.)
(Scott says nothing and does not even make eye contact with her as he passes. Debra goes back to sweeping.)
(Just then five ninjas emerge from the shadows and circle Debra. She quickly dispatches most of them using her broom and a series of kickass kung fu moves. One remaining ninja grabs Scott and threatens to kill him with his sword. Debra drops her broom in compliance. She then seductively removes her hat, shaking her hair loose. She then removes her apron. The ninja and Scott are both very interested in this sexier version of Debra. Debra throws the apron at the ninja who drops his sword trying to defend himself against her apron. She quickly dispatches him, snapping his neck.)
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Week 25, Day 172 - "The Hippening"
Written by Joe Janes
7/9/09
172 of 365
CAST
G. Notary, 50s
Cassandra, 50s
Eduardo, 30s
Blaine, 50s
Nadia, 20s
(Lights up on an old, vacant bank lobby. G.Notary, dressed all in black save for the Holiday Inn bath towel wrapped around his waist. He is pacing frantically talking into a cell phone.)
(Cassandra rushes in carrying an incredibly large cup of coffee and a zebra head.)
(G’s phone rings. He picks it up. Cassandra starts to walk away, but he snaps his fingers to keep her there.)
(Eduardo enters. He is dressed as an animal, something with a tail, like a bull, but has his own shaved human head.)
(G. collapses on the floor and flails himself. Blaine enters. He wears a pinstriped suit and walks with stately elegance. Very Tim Gunn.)
(G. Notary stands and walks over to Blaine. He hugs him. They slap each other. They hug, again.)
(Cassandra enters. She no longer carries the world’s largest coffee cup. She is attempting to eat the world’s largest bagel.)
(Blaine enters. His pant legs are rolled up to his knees and he is barefoot. Flowers stick out between his toes.)
(G looks sad and everyone looks sympathetic. They surround him in stage-picture worthy half-hugs and hold their poses. G’s phone rings.)
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Week 25, Day 171 - “Down on the Farm”
Written by Joe Janes
7/8/09
171 of 365
CAST:
Farmer Brown, 50s
Sherman, 12
Various cows
(Lights up on Farmer Brown sitting on his front porch rocking in his chair. Sherman, a small boy, approaches him.)
(They walk across the stage. Farmer Brown takes out keys and undoes a series of locks on a door.)
(They enter and see basically a large, plumpy pile of live cows. About a dozen. Stacked on another in something like a cow pyramid. Off to the side in the corner is one lone cow standing on a milk crate with a black garbage bag over his head and his upper legs spread out holding wires.)
(Farmer Brown gives Sherman a lollipop, which he eagerly accepts and unwraps.)
(He smiles and points at the cows with the lollipop in his mouth, just like that pic from Abu Ghraib.)
(Sherman says “cheese!” as the cows “moo” pathetically. Farmer Brown snaps the shot. Blackout.)



