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Matthew Freeman is a Brooklyn based playwright with a BFA from Emerson College. His plays include THE DEATH OF KING ARTHUR, REASONS FOR MOVING, THE GREAT ESCAPE, THE AMERICANS, THE WHITE SWALLOW, AN INTERVIEW WITH THE AUTHOR, THE MOST WONDERFUL LOVE, WHEN IS A CLOCK, GLEE CLUB, THAT OLD SOFT SHOE and BRANDYWINE DISTILLERY FIRE. He served as Assistant Producer and Senior Writer for the live webcast from Times Square on New Year's Eve 2010-2012. As a freelance writer, he has contributed to Gamespy, Premiere, Complex Magazine, Maxim Online, and MTV Magazine. His plays have been published by Playscripts, Inc., New York Theatre Experience, and Samuel French.

Monday, November 13, 2006

BURST INTO FLAMES! (I feel 'off' today)

Ah ha!

That's what I wish my laptop would have done.

Instead, it just sort of threw up an error message and politely gave up the ghost. Thank God I backed up MOST of my work. Just a few things are currently having to be recreated, the very latest pages on myriad writing projects.

I will, of course, be taking this out on my all my friends and family, as I drink and complain and make awful noises about karma.

That is my nature.


I feel vaguely erratic. Vaguely.

I have a ten-minute play due in two days. I have no ideas. It has to be about decency. About obscenity. I want ideas. Give them to me, oh blog-readers. Provide me with my living.

(There must be something more important to think about. Like the nature of a burrito.)


Anonymous said...


nick said...

I found this picture of an obscene burrito. Hope it inspires.


The most quoted line on obscenity is Justice Steward's

"I know it when I see it."

Me, too. I guess I also know it when I hear it. But by the time I'm touching, smelling, and tasting it, it's not obscenity anymore, it's more like...dare I say it's name?

Joshua James said...

How about a a play about obscene decency. Or decent obscenity?

Damn, now I've confused myself . . .

Anonymous said...

Set it in the world where Decency is obscene.

hpmelon said...

Write a scene between Chucky Cheese and Mickey Mouse. Selling food and toys in places honoring rodents, that are supposed to be decent family establishments is frickin obscene to me.