WARNING! ADMINISTRATIVE CRAP: First of all, sorry for the long hiatus. Long months of unemployment have left the monolith unattended due to apathy and creative atrophy. But no more! In addition to the fantastic sarcastic services already provided by the Angry Monolith, I have now decided to add in some original content, so there is more reason to come here than to see a discussion of scientific phenomena through shit-colored glasses. From now on, this blog will include original pieces of fiction or poerty (sticking close to our prevailing themes, of course) which you will be able to acquire your daily dose of sarcasm and doom. So without further ado…
ORIGNAL (FUTURE) SCREENPLAY
40-YEAR OLD SUPERBAD KNOCKED UP VIRGIN
(Scene 1: It is the near-but-not-too-near future. Technology has advanced magnificently, producing a high-tech utopia where disease and death are unheard of, fields of crops produce nigh-inifite amounts of food, and advanced computers provide unlimited access to all available information at all times. Everything is possible. Seth Rogen and Paul Rudd sit in Rogen’s basement, unshaven and in stained, unflattering clothes. The ragged, patched couch has enveloped their engorged posteriors and it is unclear if they have moved at any point in the recent future. They play the the PS7 unenthusastically.)
Rogen:…
Rudd:…
(This goes on forever. End.)