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  • Peter’s Commentary on the ‘Learning Something New About History’ Edition

    Last week’s FSW topic was “Learning something new about history”.

    Last week, Mr. Porter let me pick the week’s sketch topic. I actually deliberated for quite a while. I didn’t want something so vague/broad that it suggested nothing to the writers, but nor did I want something so specific that it straitjacketed people. I finally settled on “learning something new about history”.

    I think it first occurred to me partly because sadogre had mentioned an interest in sketchwar, and I figured this would be right up his alley. The more I thought about it, the promising it sounded. People could do any number of “learn the real story of <x>” sketches. They could do sketches about learning something new about one’s family history or personal history. Or it could be about actually learning history, like a college course or something.

    So I sent off that topic and happily started compiling sketch ideas along those lines. Then at some point I flashed back to this narwhal-themed thread, and wrote the words “F***ING HANNIBAL F*** YEAH”, only without the bowdlerizing asterisks. I thought of other, more original ideas, but I kept coming back to that one. So that’s the one I wrote.

    I’m happy with how it came out.

    First off, I’m happy that I didn’t write a scene. I’d just watched another SNL digital short, and suddenly I wanted to write something like *that* — to just jettison all the principles of drama and scenecraft and focus on stringing together three minutes of funny. If you keep ’em laughing for three minutes, who cares if you don’t have a story?[1]

    Fortunately, I fell into the “F*** YEAH!” voice pretty naturally, and I had a pretty obvious structure to follow: relate the Battle of the Tremia, and then tack on some concluding words. Easy-peasy. I had already brainstormed a bunch of comic bits to include, so I churned out the sketch in about an hour. It made me laugh[2], and I was happy.

    This week had two other entries: Mr. Robertson wrote about how the Three Wise Men picked their gifts, and Mr. Porter wrote about a conspiracy theorist.

    Mr. Porter didn’t like the topic much, which I felt bad about. I had hoped I’d picked something that would help inspire the other writers. Then again, Mr. Porter himself had picked “Oprah” as the previous week’s topic, so none of us are immune from bad-topic-picking.

    After last week’s post, Mr. Porter requested sharp and pointy notes on his sketches, so I’ll do my best to provide that this week.

    Here’s what I got this time around: first, get out of my head. Yes, I have had pretty much that exact conversation. *shudder*

    Now, writing-wise, there are two ways to go with this sketch. First, you can give the conversation heavier emotional stakes. You did a great thing towards the end with the line, “Michael. Seriously. You need help.” If you can get that vibe *throughout* the sketch — that Peter really cares about Michael, and he’s scared by the shocking amounts of crazy — that’ll help draw the audience in. Defining the relationship between the two guys might help with that.

    Also along ‘make it more emotional’ lines, I can suggest a possibly-useful question. Nearly everybody would find Michael’s nonsense annoying, right? The question to ask is: why is it *especially* annoying to Peter? Why is Peter the *worst possible person* for this to happen to? If you get Peter desperately wanting to help Michael, but also infuriated beyond all reason, then you’ve got an audience paying attention.[3] Peter’s flustered quality is a real strength here, and you can emphasize that.

    Okay, so the ’emotional’ thing is angle #1. Angle #2 is the ‘wacky’ thing. To put it bluntly, I don’t think Michael gets crazy enough. You may be sputtering in disbelief right now, but really: real conspiracy theorists are even crazier than Michael. I’d lengthen the ‘slightly crazy’ talk at the beginning, pare down a bunch of ‘moderately crazy’ stuff in the middle, and add some ‘extreme batshit crazy’ lines towards the end. Seriously, you have not gone ‘too crazy’ until you hit “they’ve implanted a chip in my scalp and if you just hand me that penknife I can show you” crazy.

    Finally, last complaint: I could do lots of little edits here and there, removing words and phrases. For instance, I’d cut “writing on my blog and mailing out the newsletter” to just one of the two. But these are just small edits I’m takling about, and I think when I edit I like to err on the side of making lines too short.

    Okay, enough complaining. There are many things to like here.

    First and foremost, yes of course that’s the right button to end on. Absolutely perfect. And I loved all the different reactions Peter went through — I hate scenes where everyone has the exact same attitude through the whole thing, but we see Peter being confused, curious, annoyed, humoring, and ultimately sympathetic. Well-played, that. And the historical facts that Michael keeps screwing up are priceless, and you ramp up the crazy nicely as the sketch goes on.

    I laughed in spite of the “OH GOD IT’S MY LIFE OW OW OW”.

    [1] The irony here is that last year, when I took a class in sketch-writing, I really chaffed at being required to write sketches that weren’t structured like proper dramatic scenes. Now I’m embracing it. *shrug* I contain multitudes, etc.


    [2] Favorite moment: the sudden and unexpected appearance of Babar.


    [3] One (lousy) possibility: Peter is a history buff, and he’s reading a biography of Truman that prompts the whole conversation.

  • Friday Night Sketch War: Learning Something New About History Edition

    Another tough topic, though not nearly as painful, or likely to make a grown man cry and jump on a couch, as Oprah. Again, we had three warriors enter the fray. They acquitted themselves well.

    Three solid sketches on a beyatch of a topic. Next week’s topic: first dates.

    If you want to play along, write a sketch and send a link to it to sketchwar at dreamloom.com. And be sure to come back next Friday when we’re hoping to have a few new competitors.

  • Peter’s Commentary on the ‘Oprah’ Edition

    Okay, so last week’s FSW topic was “Oprah”.

    So I wound up writing this sketch. I had spent days trying to think of something — *anything* — that I could do with the topic. I think the best I managed was a couple’s young daughter idolizes Oprah and causes embarrassing situations by trying to treat her parents as talk-show guests.

    Then I visited my family for Thanksgiving and talked about the topic with my sister, who watches the show from time to time. I somehow stumbled into, “What if some guy had a big collection of Oprah porn?”

    Katherine immediately said, “You probably should run with that.” Then we stood around the dining room trying to think of the most disturbing things one could do with that topic.

    I’m actually quite happy with the end result. I haven’t tried to write a scene that’s “OH GOD NO”-creepy before, so that was interesting. Apparently the scene thoroughly disgusted this round’s other two entrants, which I guess means that I accomplished what I set out to accomplish. And I think I struck a nice compromise between sketch structure (funny, Funny, FUNNY!, end) and scenework (hero pursues an objective and faces complications).

    It bugs me, though, that I didn’t get the structure quite right. The opening scene in the living room works okay — Matthew’s series of reactions amuses me — but it feels kind of tacked on. And I could have improved the reversal at the end, where I reveal that Chase’s Oprah fetish is actually a cover for his roommate fetish. I keep trying to use a sudden twist as a sketch’s button, but the twists are never clear enough, or they don’t make sense at all.

    For this round, Coyote wrote this sketch, and Ken Robertson wrote this one. I laughed out loud at “You watch a lot of shows on that LG HDTV refrigerator at your place?” / “Sometimes!”. I also laughed out loud when, at the exact moment when I thought Ken’s sketch couldn’t get any crazier, the Mayan death god Cizin appeared. Well-played, sirs.

    (If anybody wants me to get all detailed and critiquey with their sketchwar entries, lemme know. I may not know what I’m doing w/r/t sketch, but I can easily blather on about sketches in an opinionated fashion.)

    On to next week! Once Mr. Porter posts the recap for this week, I’ll post about the “learning something new about history” round.

  • FSW: Learning Something New About History Edition (Peter’s Entry)

    Friday Sketch War
    Learning Something New About History Edition
    “Learning Something New About History”

    FADE IN:

    TITLE GRAPHIC reads “Learning Something New About History”.

    BAROQUE MUSIC plays.

    A CLASSY NARRATOR with an aged, respectable British voice starts the show.

    CLASSY NARRATOR (V.O.)

    This week on “Learning Something New About History” —

    TITLE GRAPHIC reads “Hannibal and the Battle of the Tremia”.

    CLASSY NARRATOR (V.O.)

    — Hannibal and the Battle of the Tremia. And now as always, Mr. Joey Weitzman.

    MUSIC FADES OUT.

    JOEY talks with fierce enthusiasm about his subject. His near-constant profanities are all clumsily bleeped out. He speaks over stock photos.

    First: a bust of Hannibal.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    Hannibal. I mean, shit. Just look at him. Hell yeah.

    Screencap of Chuck Norris.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    Fuck. Guys are like, “Chuck Norris is a badass mrmee mrmee woo” —

    Screencap of professional wrestling.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    — or “check out real ultimate fighting lalee bunny froo froo” —

    Busts of Scipio and Sempronius.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    — and I’m like, “You little pussies are like Scipio and Sempronius.”

    Battle diagram of the Trebia, showing the location of Roman forces, marked “Bitches”.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    The two Roman guys were, like, flouncing a tea party by the Trebia —

    Bust of Scipio.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    — and Scipio was all —

    (fey falsetto)

    “Oh, there’s no way that ass-slaughtering general can find us here!”

    Bust of Sempronius.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    — and then Sempronius was like —

    Battle diagram, now with an arrow added — Roman forces approaching the river. The arrow is labelled “weak-ass shit attack”, with black bars over the profanities.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    (equally-fey falsetto)

    “I’ll just put down my doily and launch a little attack.”

    The battle diagram now shows another group of forces, labelled “FUCKIN’ HANNIBAL FUCK YEAH”, again with black bars.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    And then Hannibal was like — “RAAAWR! Ambush, motherfuckers!”

    Several arrows from Hannibal’s forces to the Roman forces appear. Joey punctuates each appearance with:

    JOEY (V.O.)

    Unh! Unh! Unh! And like, killed them with pointy sticks —

    A label appears by the Roman forces: “Blood and guts and killing and shit.” Again, a black bar.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    — and then killed them harder with motherfucking elephants!

    JOEY (V.O.)

    I mean, fuck, man!

    Shots of various ordnance.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    Yeah, you got your AK, your fuckin’ F-16s, your tanks and shit, fuck that.

    Shot of Babar.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    Somebody throws a motherfuckin’ elephant at your ass, you know you are fucked.

    Shot of an elephant.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    They’re all BOOM BOOM BOOM stomping and trumpeting —

    Shot of the olliphaunts from Lord of the Rings.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    — and all Lord of the Rings and shit. ‘cos that’s how Hannibal rolls.

    Map of the Roman empire. An arrow goes from the battle of the Trebia to Lake Trasimene.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    And the last guys left ran like fuckin’ babies to Lake Trasimene, and Hannibal killed the shit out of them there.

    Shot of Rome.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    And Hannibal could have taken over fucking Rome. But he didn’t even bother. ‘cos he’s fucking awesome.

    Screencap of Colonel Hannibal Smith from The A-Team.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    Okay, the big question: is Hannibal cooler than Hannibal from The A-Team?

    Two shots, side-by-side: the A-Team screencap, the Hannibal bust.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    What the shit, people? Compared to the hero of the motherfucking Carthaginians, A-Team Hannibal was just a pussy with a van. Fuck you, A-Team Hannibal!

    Screencap of Faceman.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    And fuck you, Faceman!

    Screencap of B. A.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    Fu — okay, you’re cool.

    Screencap of Murdock.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    But fuck you — other guy.

    Screencap of 300:

    JOEY (V.O.)

    The other question: what if it was Hannibal versus the badasses from 300?

    Two shots, side-by-side: the 300 screencap, the Hannibal bust.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    But that’s a trick question, ‘cos Hannibal would be, like, “You rule!” and shit, and the Spartans would be all, “You! Are! Awesome!”

    A crude Photoshop inserts the bust of Hannibal into the shot.

    JOEY (V.O.)

    And then they’d join forces, and that shit would rule.

    Back to the opening title card: “Learning Something New About History”.

    The same BAROQUE MUSIC plays.

    CLASSY NARRATOR (V.O.)

    This has been “Learning Something New About History” — stay tuned for next week, when we present: “Jean-Paul Sartre and the Existentialists”.

    FADE OUT.

  • FSW: We Three Kings…

    The gods of writing have pretty much conspried against me getting anything out before Friday these days. I’m just thankful for that west-coast midnight deadline 🙂
    Our newest sketch warrior suggested the theme last week: Learning Something New About History.
    I figured I’d jump the gun and get into the Christmas spirit as well.
    Richard took us to school about Harry Truman – no word from Peter yet. I’ll update when others report in for battle.
    But for now, these three kings of orient are possibly trying to smoke a rubber cigar:
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    EXT. DESERT MUD HUT – NIGHT
    BALTHASAR, MELCHIOR and CASPAR all stare up into the night sky

    BALTHASAR
    Oh yeah – that’s definitely an “a-Messiah-is-born” star. No doubt about it.

    MELCHIOR
    It’s so bright.

    CASPAR
    Wow….just…..wow.

    MELCHIOR
    We should probably go inside…we’re probably damaging our eyes staring at it.

    CASPAR
    We should, like, follow that star man.

    BALTHASAR
    Caspar you are such a goddamn hippie.

    CASPAR
    Oh come on man…if there’s a baby messiah under that thing, like the prophecies say, we should go and meet it, introduce ourselves.

    BALTHASAR
    Hmmmmm…3 wise men, meeting a baby with a big future…not bad. Nice…heart-warming.

    MELCHIOR
    We should wait and leave in the morning. Riding a camel in the dark is definitely not wise.

    BALTHASAR
    Think we can get some press to meet us there? Judean Sun Times, maybe The Daily Roman?

    CASPAR
    Balthasar, not everything is about publicity man! Some things are about love…sharing, connecting with people, bringing the world together.

    MELCHIOR
    As long as I don’t have to hug the baby…they’re very germy.

    CASPAR
    We just go, meet the new messiah, maybe give them some new baby gifts…

    MELCHIOR
    Ooo! I’ve got the perfect thing…a vaporizer. It’s so dry in the desert. And dusty! Oy!

    CASPAR
    I saw this really cool gourd rattle that would be good, and I can put together some medicinal herbs for the baby, you know, for like when he gets colicy, or starts teething…write out some instructions for the new mommy. I think that could be helpful.

    BALTHASAR
    Oh….I know. I’m bringing gold. A big bag of gold.

    MELCHIOR and CASPAR pause, and stare at BALTHASAR

    MELCHIOR
    You bastard.

    CASPAR
    Oh man…you just don’t get it.

    BALTHASAR
    What? They can just buy whatever they need. Or hold on to it, put it in the messiah‘s college fund.

    MELCHIOR
    Well, I can’t bring a vaporizer if you’re bringing gold. I’d look like a schmuck.

    CASPAR
    Balthy, Melchior and I are happy your self-help scroll became a such a big seller. But would you please stop flaunting it.

    BALTHASAR
    Did you hear it’s getting released in Egyptian?

    CASPAR
    Do you hear yourself, man? You want to give a bag of gold to a baby, to the king of kings….the son of God. What is he going to do with gold?

    MELCHIOR
    A baby could choke on those coins…and they’re definitely not sanitary. Who knows where they’ve been. Dirty Romans!

    BALTHASAR
    Look, if he’s the song of God, why bring him anything anyway, right? Not like he needs something his Dad can’t give him.

    CASPAR
    That’s not the point man….we give him stuff that says “hey, welcome to the mortal plane…thanks for coming, we want to make you more at home so you stay a while”

    MELCHIOR
    Vaporizers make desert air much more breathable.

    CASPAR
    Maybe some personal stuff….stuff From the heart.

    BALTHASAR
    My money is personal. I made it, and I’m very attached to it. Tis is my way of saying “I’ve been fortunate, and I’m happy to give a little back”

    MELCHIOR
    You’re saying “I’m a rich bastard who sucks up to deities” is what you’re saying.

    BALTHASAR
    God gave me the wisdom to write a best-selling self-help scroll. Sue me if I want to give something to his offspring as a thank you for what he gave me.

    MELCHIOR
    God would throw up if he thought he contributed to “He’s Just Not That Into Jews”. You want to give something? Give him your promise to never write again. There’s a gift he can use!

    BALTHASAR
    You two have been riding my robe-tails for years. Go ahead admit it – you are so jealous that I’m getting rich and famous, and you can’t even get a Roman research grant.

    MELCHIOR
    That is not fair! You know those grants are biased against non-latin speakers.

    CASPAR
    Oh man…you two are bumming me out so bad right now.

    MELCHIOR
    Happy now? You know how sensitive he is. I’m sorry Caspar. I shouldn’t let him get to me.

    CASPAR
    It’s alright Melchie. Balthy, maybe you should reconsider…give them something a little less pretentious, more appropriate for a baby. How about a puppy?

    MELCHIOR
    Or maybe, I don’t know, something you could strap to the side of a donkey that doesn’t say “I have a big exposed bag of gold – please conk me on the head with a rock and steal it.”

    BALTHASAR
    Look, I’ll give what I want to give, and you give whatever you want to…and can afford to give.

    CASPAR and MELCHIOR look at each other, resigned.

    CASPAR
    Hey Melchie, what do you think of frankincense? You know, as a present for the baby messiah?

    MELCHIOR
    Oh good choice Caspar. Very nice.

    BALTHASAR
    What’s that?

    CASPAR
    Oh man…it’s like this really special type of incense. All natural, homeopathic, and a very unique scent. I know, like, rich people really dig it these days, for their huts and throne rooms and stuff, but my friend Raul makes most of it, so I could probably get a bunch for cheap.

    MELCHIOR
    You know, I bet I could get a nice bottle of myrrh from Hiram down at the apothecary. He owes me for tutoring his daughter in Sanskrit.

    CASPAR
    Oh that’s a great idea man!

    BALTHASAR
    Myrrh? I’ve never heard of myrrh.

    CASPAR
    It’s a healing balm.

    MELCHIOR
    Like Neosporin, but for rich-people. It’s got a real nice smell, and everyone thinks it’s exotic because of the name. They did some very nice branding on Myrrh.

    BALTHASAR
    I’ve never heard of frankincense or myrrh. I bet most people haven’t.

    CASPAR
    Probably not.

    MELCHIOR
    Which will make them seem more special, and personal. Not cold, common and ordinary like gold….I mean, anybody can get gold, right?

    BALTHASAR
    Yeah, but everybody KNOWS what gold is. Years from now people will still remember that one wise man gave the messiah baby gold.

    CASPAR
    Yeah, but they’ll talk about the frankincense and the myrrh, since those are like, rare and mysterious…they’ll, like, have to go look those up.

    MELCHIOR
    And at dinner parties they’ll be like “well, one of them gave gold, but what’s frankincense?”

    CASPAR
    “What’s Myrrh?”

    MELCHIOR
    Those will be what everybody talks about.

    CASPAR
    Forever.

    MELCHIOR
    People just can’t resist a little mystery, or talking about exotic things, can they?

    CASPAR
    Nope. Just in their nature.

    BALTHASAR looks in angry disbelief at CASPAR and MELCHIOR. The storms off stage.

    CASPAR
    Hey Balthy, where you going man?

    BALTHASAR (O.S.)
    To find a fucking puppy!

    CASPAR
    (to MELCHIOR)
    You’re still going with the vaporizer, right?

    MELCHIOR
    Never considered myrrh for a second. You?

    CASPAR
    They’d arrest me on sight for giving frankincense to a baby. But I got a little back in the hut….want to smoke some and stare at the messiah star?

    MELCHIOR
    Why not. My eyes could stand a little more damage.

    MELCHIOR and CASPAR exit

    FADE TO BLACK.

  • FSW: The Truth About Harry

    Quick point of order: Peter is a bastard for coming up with this week’s theme, Learning something new about history. May a thousand beetles crawl into his closet and take up residence in his favorite sneaker. The left one, not the right one.

    Come back on Saturday for the recap, where I give you links to the (hopefully) better sketches on the theme.

    The Truth About Harry

    INT. BAR – NIGHT

    A dark, quiet hideaway where men go to get drunk. MICHAEL early 40s and reedy, with the wild eyes of a hunted man, and Peter, late 20s and not crazy, sit nursing scotches. A BARTENDER wipes glasses at the other end of the bar.

    MICHAEL

    Truman was a Freemason.

    PETER

    What?

    MICHAEL

    Haberdasher is a code word for Freemason.

    PETER

    No, haberdasher is a code word for “guy who sells belts and socks.”

    MICHAEL

    C’mon! All the evidence is right in front of you and you just won’t see it.

    PETER

    Enlighten me, oh wise one.

    MICHAEL

    Yeah, the Illuminati got their start in the Enlightenment, but we don’t have to go that far back. (Beat) So what do you think Truman was doing at Yalta while Roosevelt was negotiating with Stalin?

    PETER

    What do I think Truman was doing at Yalta?

    MICHAEL

    Yeah.

    PETER

    I think Truman was asking himself how the hell he ended up in Yalta when he never went to Yalta.

    MICHAEL

    What do you mean?

    PETER

    I mean, Roosevelt went to Yalta, not Truman.

    MICHAEL

    Are you sure? I read somewhere that Truman and Churchill ganged up on Stalin at the conference.

    PETER

    A, that was Potsdam, after the war. And B, if you thought that, why would you imply he was off doing God-knows-what instead of negotiating the peace?

    MICHAEL

    Exactly. See, if Truman was at Potsdam, it’s not too far to conclude that he was working in the shadows at Yalta, right? Behind the scenes, pulling the strings.

    PETER

    (To the bartender)

    Excuse me, can I get whatever he’s drinking?

    MICHAEL

    I’m serious.

    PETER

    You think the Vice President of the United States spent a month out of the country, in the middle of a war, and no one knew it?

    MICHAEL

    See how impossible that sounds? Only the Freemasons could have pulled something like that off.

    Peter stares for a second. He opens his mouth to talk…then shakes his head.

    MICHAEL (CONT’D)

    But he wasn’t there for a month, just a few days. The Freemasons smuggled Truman over in their secret submarine–

    PETER

    –What?

    MICHAEL

    Their submarine. The Nautilus.

    PETER

    Like from the book?

    MICHAEL

    Which book is that?

    PETER

    Um…20,000 Leagues Under the Ocean? Sea. 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. The Verne.

    MICHAEL

    I knew you weren’t completely ignorant. Right. Jules Verne. He was too proud to let his work go unnoticed.

    PETER

    You’re saying Jules Verne built the Nautilus. A real submarine. And then he wrote about it.

    MICHAEL

    Yeah, and it got him kicked out.

    PETER

    (Playing along, now)

    I didn’t know. So, the Masons kicked him out.

    MICHAEL

    The Illuminati. It was their sub. They just leased it to the Freemasons. Anyway, they got Truman to Yalta two days ahead of Roosevelt and he and Churchill divvied up Germany. Roosevelt thought he was so tough with his big stick…

    Peter winces at this latest bit of stupidity from Michael…

    MICHAEL (CONT’D)

    …but it was Truman who really talked softly.

    PETER

    You know that was Teddy not…oh, nevermind.

    MICHAEL

    Then Howard Hughes flew him back home in the Spruce Goose right before Roosevelt showed up. The rest of the conference was just for show. Same with Potsdam. And once Truman gave Einstein the plans for the A-bomb–

    PETER

    –What?!?

    MICHAEL

    Scary, isn’t it? The New World Order is coming, man, and you can’t stop it.

    The bartender comes toward our boys.

    BARTENDER

    Closing time, gents.

    PETER

    Okay, I’ve had my fill for the night, anyway. Michael. Seriously. You need help.

    MICHAEL

    I know. That’s why I keep writing on my blog and mailing out the newsletter. I can’t stop them alone.

    PETER

    (Sad for his friend)

    Yeah. That’s what I meant. Um, I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you around, okay?

    MICHAEL

    Sure man. Next time drinks are on me.

    Peter exits quickly. Michael downs the rest of his drink and gets up to go.

    BARTENDER

    Mr. Howard, I’m afraid we can’t let you leave.

    A hidden door behind the bar slides open and reveals a huge Masonic crest. Two men in monk’s habits step out behind two serious looking pistols.

    BARTENDER (CONT’D)

    You know too much.

    BLACKOUT:

  • Friday Night Sketch War: Oprah Edition

    Yours truly – like many before him – fell under the spell of one Ms. Oprah Gail Winfrey’s hypnotic powers. I thought to myself did I, “oh, Oprah would make a great theme for Sketch War. So many topics. So many sketch ideas. This will be great!” She’s ephemeral. Like a ghost, or Duke Nukem Forever, just when you think you’ve got a firm grasp on her she disappears.

    We all struggled this week and weren’t able to bring our usual B-games. Still, there are a few chuckles to be had. Next week, in what is hopefully an easier topic, Peter’s selected learning something new about history.

    If you want to play along, write a sketch and send a link to it to sketchwar at dreamloom.com. And be sure to come back next Friday when we’re hoping to have a few new competitors.

  • FSW: Oprah Edition

    Annnnnnnndddd coming in just under the wire…

    It’s Friday Sketch War….and if you’re going to come to a war, it’s nice to be fashionably late (hey, it worked for the U.S. in both world wars, right???).

    Anyway here’s my foray into the world of Oprah…and her friends.

    Peter put the Big O in Oprah for us and Richard gave us some lovely homemade gifts

    Not sure who’s handling our theme for next week, but following Oprah is gonna be a tough act.
    But for now…….heeeeeeeerrrrreeeeeee’sssssssss OPRAH!
    ___________________________________________________________________

    INT. OPRAH’S OFFICE – DAY
    A large opulent office with pictures of Oprah hanging on every wall. The door opens and here comes the woman herself, followed by her assistant HENRY, who reads off a clipboard.

    HENRY
    …and Maria confirmed her interview for next Thursday, but she’s coming solo, no Nick. Michelle Obama agreed to write the “First Day as First Lady”article for “O” in January, and she confirmed you have 3 VIP tickets to the inaugural ball.

    OPRAH
    That’s fabulous Henry. Well done! Thank you so much – you have no idea how much I appreciate everything you do for me.

    HENRY
    It’s just nice to be part of it all Ms. Winfrey.

    OPRAH
    Now Henry, you’re my friend…I am never “Ms. Winfrey” to my friends.

    HENRY
    Alright…..Oprah. Oh heck – I’ll just call you “O”!
    (giggles)
    I’m going to check on the fundraiser invites – I heard “The Donald” RSVP’d yes this time!

    OPRAH
    Fabulous Henry. Thank you so much!

    HENRY beams as her leaves. OPRAH sits down at her desk and starts going through the various memos and letters sitting there. An electrical crackle is heard outside the door, and light flashes can be seen beneath it. Smoke starts coming under the door right before the door bursts open and T101 walks in carrying an extremely large multi-barreled machine gun. He steps into the room and slams the door closed behind him and locks it.

    OPRAH
    Excuse me…can I help you?

    T101
    (in an Austian-accented stiff mechanical voice)
    I am a Cyberdyne systems Terminator model 101. I have been sent back in time to terminate you, and stop from destroying the future.

    OPRAH
    Destroying the future? Honey, are you sure it’s me you’re looking for?

    T101
    Are you talk show host and media magnate Oprah Winfrey?

    OPRAH
    Yes, I am.

    T101
    Then you are the my target. I must destroy you.

    OPRAH
    Now wait a minute…there must be some mistake. Do you know anything about me?

    T101
    Oprah Gail Winfrey, born January 29, 1954 in Kosciusko, Mississippi, host of an internationally syndicated talk show, magazine publisher, influential book critic, and philanthropist.

    OPRAH
    Philanthropist – do you know what that means?

    T101
    One who actively engages in efforts to promote human welfare through actions and or charitable donations.

    OPRAH
    Right…I try to help people, with everything I do. My magazine is dedicated to things that make people’s lives better. I recommend books that can positively affect people’s lives. I’ve founded schools. I discovered Dr. Phil. Even my interviews help celebrities deal with issues. I couldn’t possibly hurt people. You must have me confused with someone else.

    T101
    May 23, 2005 – you interview actor Tom Cruise. Your therapeutic interview style emboldens him to jump up and down on your sofa like a child. Over the next 4 years his inhibitions continue to disappear and he begins making outrageous claims about the healing powers of Scientology. On April 25, 2009, his Scientology powers fully manifest. By the end of 2009, he eradicates all mental illness from the planet and Tom Cruise turns his attention to other illnesses. June 5 2010, Tom Cruise cures the last sick person on the plane. Pharmaceutical companies and health care providers are bankrupted, and the medical-industrial complex is destroyed creating massive financial upheaval. Tom Cruise appoints himself surgeon general of the galaxy then swears undying loyalty to you for unleashing his true potential. He creates an army of scientology-powered healers, placing you in total control of the world’s mental and physical health.

    OPRAH
    Tom’s little crazy, but disease becomes a thing of the past – that’s amazing! How can that be…

    T101
    In 2009, the world is on the brink complete financial collapse. The big three American automakers border in complete self-destruction. On May 22nd, 2009, you arrange a secret meeting between yourself and the heads of GM, Ford and Chrysler. Three days later, every household in the world is told to look under their favorite chair. Each finds a key and a note that says “You get a car!”. May 25th, 2009 – millions around the world pick up their free american-made car Gasoline sales soar, and the low Detroit quality standards force all vehicle recipients to seek professional service. Within 30 days, the global economy is booming, and automakers see record profits from replacement parts and mechanics fees. The big 3 automakers and OPEC declare loyalty to you.

    OPRAH
    Doesn’t sound like there’s anything wrong with that. People who can’t afford cars get them, the world’s economy is fixed, automakers are saved….everyone’s happy.

    T101
    On August 5th, 2011 the world enters a new ice age. Vehicle emissions block 68% of the earth’s normal sunlight. No one is depressed due to the efforts of Tom Cruise’s Scientology corps.

    OPRAH
    Okay. I see where that could have been handled better, but I promise that I will…

    T101
    On November 6th, 2012 Barack Obama wins his second presidential term with 89% of the popular vote. On December 21st, 2012 – the day ancient Mayans predicted would be the end of the world, President Obama gives a press conference outlining his plan to address the ice age. It is preempted by a CNN report showing the Mayan god of death, Cizin, rising from his dormant underground state and laying waste to Mexico city. President Obama takes flight in front of the White House press corps, revealing himself to be a highly advanced robot. He arrives in Mexico City and fights Cizin. He defeats Cizin. Soon after an anonymous sour
    ce coms forward with proof that he created by scientists working in a secret laboratory at “O” magazine.

    OPRAH
    That’s impossible…no one knows about that lab…how do you..

    T101
    I am from the future. President Obama has been acting on your commands for his entire political life. You become the most powerful person on the planet controlling health care, the economy, and the United States. On January 27th, 2012, you are appointed queen of the world. Howard Stern commits suicide. After 20 years, most of the planet is well adjusted, exercising regularly and eating a sensible diet. Anyone who refuses to get in touch with their feelings is hunted down and sent to inner-child rehabilitation camps. A small group of rebels storm the “O” robotics lab, and under poor conditions create the terminators to stop you and your enforcers.

    OPRAH
    I don’t think you want to stop me…I think you need….

    OPRAH dives for her desk and hits a button. A panel in the wall behind her opens up, and Dr. Phil marches out with a large gun

    DR. PHIL
    …a big dose of reality son!

    T101 fires and blows Dr. Phil’s head off. It sputters and sparks.

    T101
    I was forewarned about your Dr. Phil robot. Now, I must kill you.

    OPRAH
    Wait….you don’t have to be this way, a mindless killer. There’s a part of you that feels regret and sorrow for me.

    T101
    I have now feelings. I am a machine. Your therapeutic questioning cannot affect me.

    OPRAH
    Alright. You know yourself best. Just let me give you a last present – a book I’m reviewing.

    OPRAH picks up a book off her desk and tosses it to T101

    T101
    (reading the book title)
    “You Are Not A Machine – reclaiming your humanity”. You’re attempt at distraction is wasted on….
    (pausing as he skims through the book)
    I have felt alone like this….how the author know?

    OPRAH has pulled out a bazooka from under her desk and she shoots T101 with it. He explodes in a ball fire. Parts fall smoldering everywhere. The phone on the desk buzzes. OPRAH picks it up.

    HENRY (on phone)
    O? What was that noise? Are you alright?

    OPRAH
    I’m fine Henry. It was just another terminator. Have security check that time-travel shield around the building, I don’t think it’s working. And have the lab send up another Dr. Phil ASAP.

    HENRY (on phone)
    Right away O.

    OPRAH hangs up the phone, then redials

    OPRAH
    Barack – this is Big O…access code 41542. Activate Mayan God combat protocols…we’re going to update your database.

    FADE OUT

  • FSW: Oprah’s Favorite Things

    Holy crap. I swear, when I thought of Oprah last week, I had visions of sketches writing themselves. So many ideas filled my head: Oprah as a cruel taskmaster; Oprah as an international spy; Oprah giving hitmen assignments with envelopes under their seats. Those ideas? They don’t work. Nothing worked. I was going to do a dinner party where Steadman was the butler? Crap. Everything crap.

    Then I realized I really needed to take Oprah *out* of the sketch.

    This isn’t comedy gold, but I think it’s alright. As for the products mentioned…thank you Wikipedia!

    Peter’s sketch is up already – and is both funny and disturbing. I credit him for reminding me that Oprah permeates our culture. Of course, I won’t be crediting him when I have nightmares tonight. No word yet from anyone else, but come on back for the recap this weekend.

    Oprah’s Favorite Things

    INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY

    MAYBELLE and her guests JO, JOLLY, and AMY sit in the cleanest, classiest, brightest doublewide in town. JOSH GROBAN’S “NOEL” plays in the background. The women are all in their late-30s to late-40s and well turned out. A careful observer might notice they’re all wearing the same RACHEL PALLY SWING TURTLENECK AND SAILOR PANTS. The truly observant might see the matching UGG BOOTS and TOYWATCH CRYSTAL WATCHES. That observer would be very much like these women if she knew the significance of that.

    JO

    These cookies are fantastic, Maybelle.

    MAYBELLE

    Thanks, Jo. I found the recipe in last month’s “O” and just whipped them up in my KitchenAid Artisan Mixer.

    JOLLY

    The cookies are good, but this sorbetto is to die for. Ciao Bella?

    MAYBELLE

    Of course! Is there any other?

    The ladies all laugh. Amy picks up a dog-eared book. It’s a copy of KEN FOLLET’S “THE PILLARS OF THE EARTH”. She flips through it.

    AMY

    Jack’s dreamy.

    The ladies all sigh.

    MAYBELLE

    Oh, oh! It’s time!

    Maybelle picks up a remote and mutes the music. She turns up the TV. OPRAH’S THEME MUSIC plays. Jolly mans a SONY NOTEBOOK. Jo and Amy have pencils, paper, and BLACKBERRIES ready.

    OPRAH (O.S.)

    These are my favorite things…with a twist! Today, we’re going to learn how to have the thriftiest holiday ever!

    MAYBELLE

    Uh-oh…

    OPRAH (O.S.)

    In a time of such economic trouble and uncertainty, I can’t in good conscience give away lavish gifts. Instead I’m going to show you some do-it-yourself gift ideas for the holidays.

    Jo’s cellphone rings. She answers and immediately pulls the phone from her ear. We hear…

    STEFFI (O.S.)

    There’s nothing under my goddamn seat! No gift basket! Nothing here!

    (muted, to someone at her location)

    No! No, I will NOT calm down! I didn’t ride 13 hours on a Greyhound bus for macaroni frames and hugs!

    Sounds of a scuffle, coming through the phone and the TV. Then silence. Maybelle turns off the TV.

    AMY

    “Gratitude boxes?”

    JOLLY

    Great. What am I supposed to wear for the next year? This turtleneck?

    JO

    I love you guys.

    MAYBELLE

    Can it, Jo.

    JO

    No, I mean it. If Oprah thinks we should cut back, maybe we should. I’m still paying off my Dell 30″ Wide-Screen LCD TV.

    JOLLY

    That was from 2004!

    JO

    I know. Ricky had to take an extra shift just to keep us from losing the Taurus.

    AMY

    I hate Scrabble!

    JOLLY

    I don’t understand you guys. Just because Oprah says we should cut back, you’re going to cut back? That makes no sense. I mean, if she told you to buy something useless, would you?

    MAYBELLE

    You watch a lot of shows on that LG HDTV refrigerator at your place?

    JOLLY

    Sometimes!

    JO

    Look, I can’t keep up anymore. I think Oprah’s right. This year, I’m giving out handmade gifts.

    AMY

    Me too.

    MAYBELLE

    So am I. Jolly?

    JOLLY

    Alright. Fine. Let’s put something else on. I don’t feel like talking much right now.

    Maybelle picks up the remote and clicks away. She stops and we hear…

    ANNOUNCER (O.S.)

    Doors open at midnight Thursday with low-low prices throughout the store. Don’t be late for the After Thanksgiving Sales Event at Wal-Mart!

    The women look lustfully at the TV, and then each other.

    MAYBELLE

    I’ll bring the coffee. Amy, bring lawn chairs.

    BLACKOUT:

  • FSW: Oprah Edition (Peter’s Entry)

    Friday Sketch War
    Oprah Edition
    “No Accounting for Taste”

    FADE IN:

    INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

    A typical college apartment. MATTHEW (uptight college kid) sits on a couch, picks up a remote, and uses it to turn on an entertainment center. A Pirates of the Caribbean DVD case sits nearby.

    ON TV

    Oprah Winfrey’s talk show returns from commercial. The TV chiron reads, “I can’t control my teenage daughters!”

    BACK ON MATTHEW

    Matthew picks up the DVD case, puzzled. Looks at it, looks at the TV. Meanwhile, we hear the AUDIO from the TV…

    OPRAH (O.S., TV)

    Sandra, what’s the real problem you’ve had with your mom?

    SANDRA (O.S., TV)

    Mom doesn’t like that my sister and I just can’t keep our hands off each other.

    PORN MUSIC kicks in.

    Matthew is intrigued.

    OPRAH (O.S., TV)

    Hey… mind if I join you?

    Matthew lets out a little YELP of alarm and turns off the TV.

    INT. CHASE’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

    Typical messy undergrad bedroom. CHASE (mellow college kid) lies in bed. His outfit includes a belt.

    The room has a shelf of DVDs and two doors: one (closed) door leads to a closet, and one (open) door leads to the hallway. A wig and a magazine sit on the floor.

    Matthew tentatively enters from the hallway, holding a DVD labeled “Oprah: The Lost Nastysodes”.

    MATTHEW

    Chase, I think you got a couple of DVDs swapped.

    Chase gets up, picks up the DVD.

    CHASE

    Ooh. Yeah, that’s mine.

    Chase thumbs through the DVDs on the shelf. Matthew looks on.

    MATTHEW

    Chase, is that all Oprah-themed…

    CHASE

    It’s Oprah porn. What?

    MATTHEW

    That’s kind of a lot of it, isn’t it?

    CHASE

    It’s just the classy stuff.

    (off the DVD)

    These guys, they get the show down, and their Oprah impersonator is just — mmm!

    MATTHEW

    Oh. That’s good. Can I have my Pirates DVD back?

    CHASE

    You like this stuff? ‘cos if you want to get into Oprah porn…

    Chase opens the closet door, the inside of which features a bikini pinup with Oprah’s head crudely pasted on top of it.

    CHASE

    … I’m your guy.

    MATTHEW

    Oh god.

    CHASE

    Nothin’ to be ashamed of.

    Chase picks up the magazine, hands it to Matthew — the title reads “OhhhhhHHH! The magazine of Oprah-themed Adult Entertainment”.

    CHASE

    See? It’s a whole industry.

    MATTHEW

    That’s not right.

    CHASE

    Wait, I thought you liked The Color Purple.

    MATTHEW

    Yeah, but — wait, didn’t I loan you my copy?

    CHASE

    Want it back?

    Chase rummages through his bedsheets.

    MATTHEW

    No. I just want to watch Pirates of the Caribbean!

    Matthew trips on the wig. Sees it. Picks it up.

    MATTHEW

    This is an Oprah wig.

    Chase crosses to the hallway door, closes it.

    CHASE

    I don’t use it for anything weird.

    Matthew drops the wig.

    MATTHEW

    Ew!

    CHASE

    Don’t judge!

    MATTHEW

    But Oprah is like America’s mom!

    CHASE

    (aw, yeah)

    I know.

    Chase walks away from the hall door, revealing:

    A poster of an animĂ© tentacle monster, again with Oprah’s face pasted on.

    Matthew freezes.

    CHASE

    Can’t look away, can you?

    Matthew exits in a hurry, and SLAMS the door behind him.

    CHASE

    Whew. Dodged that bullet.

    He pulls out a remote, presses a button.

    The Oprah posters roll up to reveal similar pin-ups with Matthew’s head posted on them.

    Chase puts on the wig. Takes off the belt.

    CHASE

    It’s fun time.

    Matthew re-enters.

    MATTHEW

    Look, Chase, could I just get my DVD —

    Matthew sees the new closet poster. Sees the wig. Sees the belt.

    CHASE

    Hi.

    Matthew exits.

    BLACKOUT.