Keith Snyder

Keith Snyder
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Short crime musical with
armed thugs in drag

Short screen opera about God, with funny parts

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Father of twins and novelist/filmmaker/musician
in New York on the
Upper Upper Upper Upper
Upper West Side.

People complain about musicals.
They say:

Nobody just stops in the street
and breaks into song.

I say you know the wrong people.

2008-03-31 10:13 AM
Efficient construction of the organic, unexpected, and inevitable ending

AT THE DINNER TABLE, ON WHICH THERE IS NO MACARONI AND CHEESE

                      MOMMY
                  (to Grandma)
            I'm not a very good cook, but I've learned 
            how to make macaroni and cheese.
 

                      DADDY
                   (irritably)
            Don't say that phrase while this one
                   (indicates macaroni-and-
                   cheese-loving child seated 
                   to his right)
            is present.
 

                       OTHER CHILD, SEATED TO DADDY'S LEFT
            PRESENTS!!

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