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Bugs Bugs Bugs

I visited my parents’ house in Connecticut over the weekend, and enjoyed the blooming of my dad’s freshly landscaped backyard while I caught up on some writing. At one point, I looked out to the yard, and never before have I seen so many inchworms in one place at the same time. I can’t even tell you what their silk was attached to; I’m pretty sure they were falling straight from the sky, maybe riding on clouds or something.

Either way, it was a provocative image, one that inspired this week’s post on Five By Five Hundred. Enjoy!

The Catcall of Cthulhu

Continuing with my theme of bizarrely humorous erotic encounters, my latest post on FiveByFiveHundred.com explores the fine between making love and being consumed by 10th dimensional evil alien pre-human tentacular Lovecraftian beast-Gods. Mostly inspired by this picture:

Hee-hee. Silly HP Lovecraft.

“Cthulhu Do You Love?” on FiveByFiveHundred.com

Woke Up New

Does anyone else find it as strange as I do that people like Lady Gaga and Bob Dylan stand up as examples of individualism, and preach about being yourself, et cetera (Gaga more so), while exerting a fairly conscious and contrived effort to be anything but themselves?

It’s come to my attention that we live in a society where we admire individualism and self as a construct, a world that stresses not just being yourself, but the active creation of the You you want to be.

(I swear, I’m not trying to preach anything, or assert any well-formed ideas; I’m just trying to get your braingears moving. A lot of these ideas are much better articulated in Warren Ellis‘s Doktor Sleepless, which ranks high on my recommended reading list for anyone with half a brain)

That was pretty much the genesis of the new piece I just put up on FiveByFiveHundred.com, about a boy who longs to grow up and be himself, and the trials he faces along the way.

(Please realize that I don’t mean any of this as a slight on individualism, or trans-anything for that matter; I’m well aware that some people feel that they may not have been born in the right skin, and I fully support their choices in becoming who they feel they were meant to be. I was just trying to have a little creative fun with the idea of “being yourself” as more of a literal black-and-white concept than it really is.

Or maybe I’m just fucking with syntax and context. I don’t know. I need a beer.)

“How To Be Yourself Without Really Trying” on FiveByFiveHundred.com


Okay, so I really just liked the title of this song, even though the song has nothing to do with the poem I wrote. But it’s still a good song!

Bang Bang, Shoot Shoot

Happiness comes in many forms. Occasionally, people feel the destruction of public property, or other such violent outbursts, is the only logical way to express these overwhelmingly positive emotions. So today, in light of recent mainstream news, I had a little fun with that idea. Because hey, I’ll fully admit — when the Red Sox won their first World Series victory in 86 years my freshman year of college, you can bet your ass I was running around through the streets in Boston in underwear ’till 5am, screaming at the top of my lungs.

I just never understood the need for people to smash car windows about it.

(Also I was just getting fed-up with every single person on my Facebook newsfeed feeling the need to EXTREMELY EXPRESS THEIR EXTREME OPINIONS about what happened)

“The Warmest Gun” on FiveByFiveHundred.com

“Did you see the pool?! They flipped the bitch!”

Writing, Writing Everywhere, and Not a Drop To Read

I have to apologize for the radio silence here at ThomDunn.net over the last few weeks. Layne Anderson, a close friend and former roommate of mine, passed away unexpectedly on April 7th, and as much as I’ve kept up with everything (well, almost everything), time has been rather a blur. I’ve chronicled the situation as impersonally as possible over at FiveByFiveHundred.com in two posts — Shark Grief, about my own grieving process, and iWake, which as entirely fictional account of a some inappropriate gallows humor inspired by the situation of which Layne would have most certainly approved.

Meanwhile, this week’s entry steps away from the morbidity and explores the quantum mechanics of one night stands as interpreted through Bell’s Theorem, using the Shrödinger’s Cat experiment as a proof. Hopefully, that sounds ridiculous (and ridiculously intriguing) enough for you to check out Shrödinger’s Cat Call, also over at FiveByFiveHundred.com.

Also in the last two weeks, we’ve officially opened Sons of the Prophet at the Huntington, which is then moving to the Roundabout Theatre Company Off-Broadway in the Fall. Plus, I did some filming for Art & Design of the 20th & 21st Centuries and the Boston Print Fair, did a small reading of my new play, True Believers (which is set at a Comic Book Convention and features a cameo by the Cyborg Head of Stan Lee, among other things), and started rehearsals and arrangements for my (wait for it) all-male hard rock Lady Gaga tribute band, Alejandro & the Fame, which is going to be every bit as ridiculous as it sounds. Come check us out on May 20th at the afterparty for Propeller Theatre Company’s all-male production of Shakespeare’s The Comedy of Errors at the Huntington’s B.U. Theatre.

Woo. Okay. I think that’s it. Tune in next week for your regularly scheduled programming.

How Are You?

On Thursday, March 25th, Mitchell Dubey was murdered in his home in New Haven. I never knew Mitchell myself, but he touched the lives of countless people whom I’ve known, and left a lasting, positive impact on these people and the community of which they are a part. Last night, his friends put together a benefit concert for Mitchell’s family, who has suffered a great deal in the past year, and successfully raised over $23,000, and completely sold out Toad’s Place, a famous music venue in New Haven. It was a glorious sight to behold, a celebration of his life and the things he loved.

(And yes, that is a GIANT photo of me getting a wristband from the doorman at the concert. Embarrassing. I wish they could have featured someone else who knew Mitchell personally. But, I’ll take it.)

I feel strange that I never had the chance to meet Mitchell, but he touched the lives of so many people that I’ve known a long time, and left a lasting, positive impact on a community that I care greatly for, even though I don’t live there anymore. I don’t want to rob my grief from those that actually knew Mitchell and were so greatly affected by this loss, but I was overwhelmed by the amount of love on display last night. Mitchell Dubey left a mark on the lives of so many people that I have known, and so, by extension, his life has affected mine, and I think that is the very definition of community.

This week’s post on Five By Five Hundred is dedicated to Mitchell. It was inspired by an interaction that I had at the show with my old friend Jerry Morgan. We haven’t seen each other in a long time, and have never done well keeping in touch, but I think we were both happy to see each other, barring the circumstances. Jerry knew Mitchell through the bicyclist and vegan communities in New Haven, as well as the music scene, and when we both asked each other how we “were,” we both understand what it meant — what has your life been like since we last spoke, excepting the detail of your friend’s gruesome murder. Fortunately Jerry always remains positive, and took our “How are you?”s in good humor, and it sparked a conversation.

Before I link you selfishly to my writing, here’s a video of Mitchell taken by a complete stranger in California several years ago. It only makes me wish I knew him more.

Check out “Three Words” on FiveByFiveHundred.com

69 Love Songs

Check out my latest piece over at FiveByFivehundred.com, about a Morning After that she may or may not regret. Complete with an overbearing 20-something male playing bad love songs on an acoustic guitar who is in no way, shape, or form intended as analog for myself. Seriously.

“69 Love Songs” on FiveByFiveHundred.com