Sunday, July 31, 2011

WORD PROCESSING BOOTCAMP! Sick of being a tech tard? Got the "iGotta do something about this" bug? Look no further!

Welcome, class! How is everybody doing? I can’t hear you! How is everybody doing? (Beat.) Maybe we’re a little shy tonight. You’re here because you want to brush up on your word processing skills, and I’ll start the class by commending you for that decision. In today’s cyber world, you cannot be tech savvy enough, am I right? Let’s hear a, “You got it, Sam!” One, two, three! (Beat.) Thanks sir, I appreciate your participation.

It seems the more we try to keep up, the more quickly the world of technology runs ahead of us. Just last week I was having dinner with a friend, and he asked me if I wanted to see his eye twitch. I said, “What!” I thought he meant a new gadget! Turned out it was just his eye, twitching. Every fifteen seconds ago just (imitating) twitch… twitch…

New gadgets everyday! Smaller and smaller! Before we cannonball in, I just want to make sure I know where everyone’s starting point is. Because if Roy is at point D and Becky is at point X, then starting at point A is just going to waste everyone’s time, right? (Beat.) I see you nodding back there, don’t be shy. Am I right? There we go! (Abruptly changing tones) WRONG. Sally over there may be at point A. I don’t see her nodding. We move only as fast as our slowest member is my philosophy on this class. And in life. My philosophy in life is that as well. Just ask my wife!

Where was I? Assessing class level. Who knows what a mouse is? Hands? Woah! You do have limbs and voluntary reaction mechanisms! We got an advanced group here. No problem, I’ll skip ahead a bit then. Let’s see. (Long, dramatic pause.) Who can tell me the difference between a netbook and a desktop? Computer. (Beat.) Thank you for your question, which I assume is how you meant it, since one of us is the teacher and one of us is the student and (much louder, yelling over someone trying to speak) THE ANSWER IS YES IT IS CALLED A NETBOOK, LAPTOP IS SYNONYM FOR NETBOOK! (Beat.) I’m not sure why you’re in the class if you know so—Because some people may not know… (responding to whole class) Woah! Woah! Mutiny! No mutiny! REJECTING MUTINY! (Long beat.) I might be swayed by that collective outburst had I not noticed Anna over there sitting quietly during it. I don’t want to be presumptuous, but maybe Anna is not as advanced as the rest of—(Beat.) In that case, Anita, I think I’ll make an executive decision to skip the skills assessment period and move forward to the post-break curriculum. (To class at large) BUT CLASS: If we are moving too fast and you are embarrassed to step forward among aggressors, tell me at the break, okay? Alright. (Beat.) I’m going to tell you a story about a little guy called icon...

Monday, July 25, 2011

Learning to be Assertive




BOYCOTTER
(at a potential restaurant patron)
DON’T GO IN! (the patron keeps walking) IT’S AN EVIL PLACE! (he keeps walking) YOU ARE A HARDHEARTED, WILLFULLY IGNORANT ASSHOLE CHOOSING TO BE COMPLICIT IN WRONGDOING! (He stops and looks at her.) Sorry. I’m trying to learn to be more assertive.

PATRON
No need to be mean about it.

BOYCOTTER
Sorry.

PATRON
You could just politely tell me why you don’t want me to go in.

BOYCOTTER
The manager sexually assaulted a waitress and they won’t do anything about it.

PATRON
Do you know this waitress?

BOYCOTTER
Does it matter?

PATRON
I guess not.

BOYCOTTER
So you won’t go?

PATRON
I guess I can find somewhere else for a burger.

BOYCOTTER
Thanks.

PATRON
Maybe try talking to people normally next time.

BOYCOTTER
That doesn’t usually work.

PATRON
Then I doubt yelling at them will work.

BOYCOTTER
Okay. Bye.

(Another patron approaches before the first patron has gone far.)

BOYCOTTER
(very timidly)
Do you mind not going in ma’am? Ma’am, please don’t go in…

(The woman ignores her.)

PATRON
Oh, come on, you can be more assertive than that.

BOYCOTTER
I have no middle ground.

PATRON
You must.

BOYCOTTER
I don’t have a range. I just have two extremes.

PATRON
Okay, next person, I want you to be forceful but not insulting.

BOYCOTTER
(to next patron)
HEY, SPINELESS DICK!

(The patron hurries inside, offended.)

See? Weird, right?

PATRON
Yep. Definitely.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

I Say Forgiven, You Say What?


Two people at a concert, dancing. It’s almost impossible to speak and be heard over the music.

WOMAN
I FORGIVE YOU.

GUY
WHAT?

WOMAN
I’M READY TO FORGIVE YOU.

GUY
WHY?

WOMAN
I’M TIRED OF HOLDING A GRUDGE.

GUY
WHY ARE YOU FORGIVING ME?

WOMAN
I JUST TOLD YOU. (Beat.) ARE YOU GLAD?

GUY
WHAT?

(She shakes her head, “never mind.”)

GUY
WHAT ARE YOU FORGIVING ME FOR?

(She makes a face.)

GUY
IT’S BEEN SEVEN YEARS!

(She nods.)

GUY
YOU’VE BEEN MAD FOR SEVEN YEARS?

WOMAN
WHY DID YOU THINK I WASN’T TALKING TO YOU?

GUY
I THOUGHT WE LOST TOUCH.

(She shakes her head.)

GUY
WANT ANOTHER DRINK?

Friday, July 1, 2011

Seven Jim Stevensons


jim-stevenson.com


ANNOUNCER
Once upon a time there were seven Jim Stevensons. These are their stories. (Beat.) Why Jim Stevenson III became a serial killer.

(The sound of a baby crying. A mom stands onstage.)

MOM
(exhausted)
Just this once. Just this once, I'm not going to him.

ANNOUNCER
This is the story of how one of the twelve Jim Stevensons of Butte, Montana became crippled.

(Jim stands in a grocery store line behind a woman whose groceries are being charged. He moves the grocery check-out wand on the other side of a cantaloupe so that it is now on his side of the wand.)

WOMAN
What do you think you're doing?

JIM STEVENSON
I'm sorry ma'am, but I do believe you mistakenly thought this spaghetti squash was yours.

WOMAN
What the hell's a spaghetti squash, that's my cantaloupe!

JIM STEVENSON
It's a spaghetti squash, and I got it.

(The woman puts the grocery line wand back where it was. Jim Stevenson puts it back. The woman lifts the wand and begins beating Jim Stevenson with it while yelling, "I'ma spaghetti squash you!")

ANNOUNCER
This is the story of how Jim "Cool Cat" Stevenson became a grandfather.

(Very quickly, mimed: a young Jim Stevenson and a woman have sex; a little boy grows up; he has sex.)

ANNOUNCER
This is the story of how his best friend, Jim "Jimbo" Stevenson became a great grandfather around the same time.

TEENAGE GIRL ON PHONE
I can't. I have to go to my grandmother's wedding.

OTHER TEENAGE GIRL
The one in the retirement home?

ANNOUNCER
This is the story of why Jim Stevenson son of Mark and Debbie has trust issues with women.

LITTLE GIRL
She checked yes as a joke, loser!
(much girl giggling)

ANNOUNCER
This is the story of why Jim Stevenson son of Michael and Donna likes boys.

(Beat.)

ANNOUNCER
This is the story of the best day of Jim "Cool Cat" Stevenson's life, which is notably similar to the best days of Jim Stevenson Two, Four, Five and Six's lives.

(Old Jim Stevenson sits on a bench outdoors, smiling.)

LITTLE BOY’S VOICE
Granddad, let's wrestle!

(Old Jim Stevenson's smile transforms into a terrified expression as he looks off toward what’s coming.)