Isis Correspondence School – A Faux Commercial for Isis2Go.com
Here’s a sketch I wrote a while ago, inspired by events in Aleppo and watching too many infomercials…
Isis Correspondence School – A Faux Commercial for Isis2Go.com
Consider Me for All Your Succession Planning Needs…
Overheard on the Metro, “Did you get the Funeral Money?” “Did you use the Funeral Money?” “Did you get the Funeral Money?”
Yes, she repeated it many, many times. In a chipmonkesque voice, no less. Her companion, who looked like an attenuated hobbit, was stunned. He either didn’t hear her, or refused to understand.
To me, this was a welcome break from the usual Metro conversation topics: prison, parole, and baby daddy/mamma drama. Occasionally there is a reference to “weed” or other meds.
Some poor shmoe will ask for directions. I’m not sure why, but the casual rider is mostly perplexed.
Let’s be Surrealistic
I suspend my disbelief on a daily basis. Otherwise, I couldn’t get through the day. A friend of mine pointed out to me that my life is like one very long Tarantino film. Â Not quite.
- My life is a series of Tarantino-esque vignettes (minus the gore and the N word), with an equal share of Woody Allen, Jane Austen, Kafka, and Dr. Seuss thrown in for good measure.
- Although I often have a really cool 60s/70s/80s soundtrack as a subtext to all of my actions, no one else can hear it.