When I was a wee tiny little lad of 20 or 21, thousands and thousands of years ago, I used to amuse myself from time to time by attempting to write sketch comedy. Much of this has ended up on my website, linked to off of this page here. This all culminated in my senior year as an undergrad, when, to fill a general education requirement, I took a playwriting class. I wasn't especially good at it; most of what I wrote came out as more of my not-terribly-good sketch comedy. In any event, I'd thought everything I'd written for that class had been lost many years and hard drives ago. Recently, when I was cleaning out my old (relatively speaking) laptop, I found a cache of these senior year playlets. One of them, the third of my golem plays, I thought actually showed some slight glimmer of an absence of a total lack of promise. Another one was a silly bit of fluff about adultery with God. Having given this silly piece of fluff some minor editing and revision to make it suck slightly less, and having posted very little of any substance to this blog in centuries, and knowing that no-one actually reads this anyhow, I figured it might be wise to share this bit of fluff with you, my imaginary readership. I present...

The Holy Family.

I don't really remember what was going through my mind when I wrote this. All I recall is that the birds-on-heads thing is an obscure reference to a rarely-recurring character on Doctor Who with godlike powers and a stuffed bird on his hat. God often showed up in my plays to annoy and inconvenience people.

Ah, memories...I should get creative (if it can be called that) again.